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udunie · 5 years ago

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Okay, you guys, here’s the part of the Gerard fic that I love (it goes on to a sex scene that I don’t like, cause it doesn’t seem to fit the tone of this part)

Warning for: prostitution, drug abuse, addiction, generally heavy themes

Also, this is basically not edited or betaed at this point, I just want to pick your brains about how to go on with this, cause I feel like ‘monster cock and fake tits’ isn’t the way to go... Please let me know what you think :D

ETA: wow love it when tumblr fucks shit up, anyway, fixed now lol

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Stiles was just a month or two over eighteen when his dad died. He didn’t like to think about it. Or all the things that happened after. It was like whatever self control he ever had was buried with his dad, leaving him destined to make one bad decision after the other.

Stiles just wanted to forget. Preferably everything; not going to college, not being able to pay his dad’s medical bills, being forced to sell the house, living in his jeep and turning tricks on occasion to survive… He just wanted to escape it all.

First there was the drinking and the weed, and when those were not enough anymore to get him through the day, he tried other things… ecstasy, cocaine, whatever. With his ADHD, drugs didn’t always work as they were supposed to. Sometimes a little too well, sometimes not at all, or in ways he didn’t enjoy. Nothing really stuck.

It was exactly on his nineteenth birthday when he met Kate.

“Want to try something new?” she asked, slithering up to him in the club. Stiles saw her around before, he knew she was selling something, though never really checked to see what. Lately he didn’t have the cash to get anything serious. “You look like you could use a little pick-me-up. You’re cute, so I’ll let you have one on the house.”

Stiles was a bit drunk and a bit high and very stupid.

“Wha’s it?” he asked, voice slurring a bit.

“Silver Bullet,” she said, holding up a pill. It reflected the strobe lights weirdly. “It will shoot all your troubles dead, baby. That’s a guarantee.”

Stiles popped it into his mouth without hesitation, chasing the bitter taste down with the vodka tonic he managed to flirt out of someone.

And the rest was history.

***

Silver Bullet wasn’t like anything he ever tried before. For one, it worked; getting him high and happy and horny every fucking time. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t tired or cold or lonely when he took it. Everything was fun and easy and sexy. It felt like being in love with every single person around him.

At first, it was easy. Almost too easy. He took a pill and felt like he wanted to make love to the world. He picked up a few johns, had sex that felt way better than it had any right to be and by the time he crashed, he had the money for the next few pills.

Even when he was sleeping, he dreamed about them, about having a whole palmful of those pretty, white pills. Even in his dreams, he could see the tiny, metallic looking particles in them. When he asked about it, Kate said that was the magic and he believed her. Stiles couldn’t imagine going for a day without.

Then Kate raised the price. Then she raised it again. And again. ‘Welcome to the free market, where demand sets the price’ she told him, laughing. He tried to look around for another dealer, but nobody was selling Silver Bullet, they all told him to fuck off if he even just asked about it.

It only took a month for him to start begging her. He sold the jeep, he sold his parents’ wedding rings, he had nothing more to give.

“I will do anything, Kate, please,” Stiles told her. The music was too loud in the club, and the lights too blinding and the shadows too deep. For a second, he thought about just… taking the little tin box of pills he knew she had on her with force, but it was a struggle to even hold himself upright. He was always so tired when he went too long without it.

She leaned back against the wall. Stiles wondered if her smile was always that cruel.

“Hm… Anything?”

“Anything, whatever you want, I will do it,” he said, the words rushing out of him.

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” she said, fluttering her lashes.

Stiles remembered seeing her through the haze of the drug. She’d looked like an ethereal being, like an honest-to-god angel.

“You… you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, I’ve never se-”

“Am I prettier than your mommy was?” she cut in.

She was standing so close, Stiles could almost taste the pill burning his tongue.

“Yes. Yes, you are, so much prettier,” he croaked, mouth dry.

She laughed, loud and harsh.

“Unfortunately, baby, flattery won’t get you anywhere,” she said. Stiles wanted to cry. “This is a family business, you know? What sort of a girl would cut her father’s profits?”

Stiles felt shaky and like he was about to throw up. He must have looked miserable, because Kate gave him a long, calculating look.

“But you know what? I can take you to meet him. Maybe you can dazzle him with your… talents.”

Kate was really the most beautiful woman in the world.

***

He was shaking during the whole car ride. He hadn’t had a high in three days, and he felt like he was about to die. Kate made him lie down, his head on her lap, and she stroked his hair, nails too sharp as they scratched against his scalp. The man driving the car - her brother, Stiles thought - gave him a few disgusted looks in the rearview mirror, but Stiles couldn’t care less.

He was going to meet Kate’s dad and fuck him and get high and everything would be fine.

Kate’s father lived in a huge house surrounded by a park and iron gates. It was like something out of a movie, but he was way too anxious to really appretiate it even as Kate led him inside. There was a double staircase in the entrance hall, and Stiles was told to wait there.

The place was big enough that he thought there should be an army of servants around, but everything was strangely silent. Stiles tried not to stare too much. All he could think about was getting his pills. Or maybe stealing something and pawning it off so he could get cash. But… Kate probably wouldn’t sell to him if he did that, right? It was hard to think with his whole body numb with need.

He spaced out instead, staring into mid distance, imagining how good it will be to get his pill and feel alive again. Stiles had no idea how long he just stood there until he finally heard Kate calling him from the top of the stairs. She sounded annoyed.

“Get your ass up here,” she bit out when she finally had his attention. “You don’t want to get him in a bad mood.”

Stiles didn’t. He ran up to her, not daring to touch the polished railing.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said, but she already turned her back, leading him to a set of tall double-doors.

“Daddy,” she said, pushing them open. She sounded very different than when she was talking to Stiles. “Here he is.”

Kate’s father was an old, old man with short, white hair and a stern face that had Stiles shifting from foot to foot with nerves. He was lounging on a sofa in pajamas and a brocade house coat. His eyes were cold enough to make him shiver where he stood.

“Stiles, this is my father, Gerard. Daddy, this is the boy I’ve told you so much about.”

Stiles doubted that random junkies were a regular topic at the family dinner, but he didn’t say anything. He had a goal in mind, and Gerard didn’t look like he enjoyed people mouthing off.

The old man looked him over, like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoe.

“Strip.”

Stiles swallowed, glancing quickly at Kate. She nodded her head at him, smiling in a way that made him second guess himself.

“Go on, baby, try to make a good impression.”

Stiles licked his lips, and got to it. He felt stupid and weird with her watching him undress for her father. Without the warmth of drugs in him, he was acutely aware of how boney and pale and… ugly he was.

When he was finished, he just stood there, eyes glued to a spot over Gerard’s shoulder, wanting to cover himself but knowing that he shouldn’t.

“Don’t you like him, daddy?” Kate asked, sounding like she was pouting, but Stiles didn’t dare look at her again.

“I would have preferred a girl. You know that,” Gerard said. Stiles would have pissed himself if that much disdain was directed at him, but Kate just laughed, her voice sweet and light.

“But I don’t want to have a little sister or brother,” she said, teasing. “Chris is enough of a headache.”

Gerard barked out a laugh, sitting up straight.

“Damned right he is. Fine.” He picked up a shiny, darkwood box from the side table, opening it in his lap. It was lined with dark green velvet and there was an injection needle in it. It looked like it was antique, with little rings at the end of the crossbars. Beside it was a corked vial, filled with something that glittered like mercury, though lighter in color.

“Come here and get on your knees,” Gerard told him, not even glancing at Stiles. He clearly expected to be obeyed.

“I… What… what is that?” Stiles asked, watching him stab the needle through the cork and pulling some of the liquid into the syringe.

Gerard looked at him.

Stiles made the mistake of meeting his gaze.

Suddenly Kate was behind him, her breasts pressing into his naked back.

“That’s the good stuff, baby. That’s the real Silver Bullet right there, the same one you love so much, just a thousand times better,” she whispered in his ear. “And if you want it, you better be a good boy.”

Stiles couldn’t take his eyes off the syringe. Just the mention of the drug made all his cravings rush back tenfold. He wanted it. He wanted to feel it so bad.

He dropped on his knees in front of Gerard without any more hesitation. He didn’t like needles, and he didn’t like him, but he wanted… He needed the high.

Stiles didn’t expect to be backhanded hard enough to make his ears start ringing. There was a dizzying moment when he forgot where he was or why. Gerard grabbed his jaw, his fingers biting into him.

“When I give an order, I expect you to follow, is that understood?” he asked, sneering into his face from up close.

Stiles whined. His right cheek was burning. It would probably bruise… But it wasn’t even close to being the worst thing he ever got just to get high.

The man stared into his eyes for a long moment, maybe waiting for him to put up a fight, but all Stiles wanted was the Silver Bullet.

“Good,” he said finally, patting his face where it hurt. “Open your mouth.”

Stiles did.

Gerard trapped his tongue between his knuckles and pulled it outward and to the side. His fingers tasted salty and a bit bitter.

“This way, it will get right to your head,” he commented, Stiles closed his eyes as he saw the syringe getting closer. He just wanted to be alive again. “Don’t move.”

Gerard injected him at the base of his tongue. There was a sharp bite of pain that made him suck in a breath. He could feel his mouth flood with saliva.

And then…

Stiles remembered how happy he was back when he was just a kid and his mom bought him exploding candy. It was sweet and sour and like he had a little firework going off in his mouth. This was like that, but he could feel it in his head, his skull was filled with exploding candy, popping and popping and throwing sparks of flavors and colors and shapes and smells in every direction, every nerve in his body sizzling and popping and popping… The world was suddenly and inexplicably beautiful.

Everything was so pretty and bright and pleasurable that it almost hurt.

He could feel his hips pumping into the air, body convulsing like it was caught in an orgasm that just didn’t want to end. There were still fingers in his mouth and he moaned, licking and sucking at them eagerly. He felt like he was a flame, radiating pleasure and everything around him reflected it back, just amplifying it even more until he was drowning in light.

***

“What a nasty little slut,” Gerard said, letting the boy kneeling in front of him suckle on his fingers, slurping around his knuckles like he was trying to give the blowjob of his life. His eyes were glazed over and he was twitching almost alarmingly. “It’s been… what? Forty seconds? And he already came twice.”

Kate laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

“You like him, don’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Gerard did, but he didn’t want Kate to know. The girl had to learn to do better, even if she managed to do an adequate job with this one.

“Should have been a girl,” Gerard reminded her, pushing his fingers in as deep as they could go, nudging the boy’s tonsils. He didn’t gag, but his eyes did roll back. Ah, and he was coming. Again. “But I will take it.”

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electronicgrowth · 5 years ago

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Guardian Angel: Chapter 5

So, I’ve had this written almost all week, but got super sick and didn’t have time to edit it. As I was editing, I was “Damn self, this is an awesome chapter” *pats self on back*

Anyway, I’m a receptionist at a hair salon and so I threw some hair stuff in here at the beginning of the chapter, cuz write what you know right? Anyway... Ransom is dark in this chapter, and we’re gonna find out about some of his secrets!

Warnings: funeral, death, SMUT

WC: 2494

I took the first possible flight out to San Francisco. Ethan, now thirty, was excited by the prospect of reconnecting with his baby sister. He and his fiancee, Maya, picked me up from the airport. She was a perky girl, with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. It took her all of twenty minutes to gather why I had suddenly dropped everything and flown out to west coast.

“Stay as long as you want Leah,” she said, “It’s not a publishing house, but the salon I work at is looking for part time receptionists. You could work like twenty hours a week and get your hair done for free.”

“That sounds great Maya,” I said with a smile, and I genuinely meant it.

Maya quickly convinced me that I needed a hairdo to go with my San Francisco lifestyle. Since I had been raised by a man, and had only older brothers, I had never changed my hair color. I had thought about it often.

“Leah,” Maya sighed, “with your green eyes and skin tone, you would look great with highlights.”

“I don’t know,” I said nervously.

“We’ll do a balayage. The blonde will be focused more towards the ends of your hair. Please, it will look amazing,” Maya begged.

Turns out Maya was totally right. I looked great as a blonde. And weirdly, I had never felt more like myself. I stayed in San Francisco for over a month. I told myself I was just staying until after Maya and Ethan got married in November, but in reality I made no plans to head back to Massachusetts. It felt so good to be totally free. Ransom made no moves to contact me. Which if I was being honest, hurt. I did love him, did he love me back?

I was scrolling through the news one afternoon at work, and stumbled upon an article saying the great Harlan Thrombey had committed suicide. As soon as I got home I called Ransom. His phone rang a few times, then sent my call to voicemail.

“This is Ransom,” his outgoing message said.

“Hey Ransom. It’s Leah. I saw the news. I just wanted to say that if you need anything, I’ll be back to Massachusetts in a heartbeat…. I love you. Call me,” I said. Ransom, being Ransom, he never called. I flew back home anyway. I planned to stay with a friend from college while I was in town.

I raced from the airport to the church, I changed in the church bathroom, into some more funeral appropriate clothing. A black dress, tights, and booties. I stood on the outskirts of the church as the service progressed. Hoping not to be seen. I looked everywhere for that head of luscious, dark hair. But Ransom was nowhere to be found. After the service, I decided to stop by his house. Again, Ransom wasn’t there. So, I sent the Uber away and sat on the front stoop, my small suitcase propped up next to me. I could have let myself in, but he probably wouldn’t have liked that. I waited. And waited. I waited for three hours and finally saw the Beamer pull in. He got out of the car, designer sunglasses covering his eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He growled maliciously at me.

“I wanted to see how you were doing,” I said, “You weren’t at the funeral, so I was worried.”

“Well, I’m fine,” he snarled walking up the steps to the house, “You and your blonde hair can go now.”

“Seriously?” I scoffed. He looked at me silently, studying me over his shoulder. He turned to face me.

“You left,” he murmured.

“You slept with someone else,” I countered.

“You didn’t want me,” he said.

“Fuck you, Hugh,” I said as I whirled around.

“Oh ho, Hugh,” he taunted grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him, “Tell me I’m wrong.” He removed his sunglasses, revealing those ocean blue eyes that I love so dearly.

“I want you,” I spat, “I want you more than you will ever want me. I want to do everything with you. The wedding, the house, the kids. Everything. But you don’t want that, so I can’t be with you.”

“Have I not proved to you that I will do everything for you?” He asked, “I have done everything in my power to make you see that I will do anything for you! But you! You always want to leave. You leave even after I make it almost impossible.”

“Ransom, what are you talking about?” I asked confused. Ransom looked at me with an amused expression, he still hadn’t released my arm. He took my confusion as an opportunity to pull me closer, he put his face up against my hair so he could smell it.

“Come on Leah, don’t be stupid. I tampered with your car brakes so you would get in that accident and know how much you really need me,” he whispered in my ear.

“No, no. You wouldn’t do that,” I whimpered with tears threatening to spill from my green eyes.

“I didn’t mean for you to get so hurt, but yes, I would do that,” he retorted. I pulled my arm back with all the force I could muster, but my strength was no match for Ransom’s.

“Why?” I gasped.

“You needed to see that you still needed me,” he reasoned.

“I never would have thought I didn’t need you Ransom,” I said tears spilling down my face, “But, causing my accident— there aren’t words for how fucked up that is.” I tried to pull my arm free again, but Ransom held on even tighter, his grip starting to bruise, his gaze turning dark and predatory.

“Let me go,” I screamed.

“Now Bunny, you know I don’t have neighbors, but screaming won’t do,” he tutted as he hauled me into the house. I tried going limp, making myself dead weight, maybe that would make him drop me. But Ransom’s gym routine was too much for such a feeble attempt on my part. He dragged me down the hall to his bedroom, where he promptly deposited me on his bed. I tried to jump up and run past him, but he caught me and threw me back onto his stupid California King bed. He straddled me so I couldn’t get up again, he leaned over me so our faces were just inches apart.

“For the record, that stupid whore from the bar was nothing compared to you,” he grunted, “Her pussy was nowhere close to as sweet as yours. I had to turn her over and fuck her from behind so I could pretend it was you. I haven’t been able to cum since you left. My cock only wants you, Bunny.”

I shouldn’t have felt a weird surge of pride as he said those words. Or felt myself get wetter. He was fucked up. He had fucked with me. He had forced me into a position where I needed him. That wasn’t love. I quickly calculated my best chance of getting out of Ransom’s house as fast as possible. I knew there was only one option.

“Prove it,” I whispered. Ransom looked down at me confused.

“Prove that you only want me,” I said. Ransom studied me for a moment, then he pounced. His lips covered mine in a kiss that was teeth and tongue. The kiss reeked of desperation. Of two lovers who may never kiss again.

“I knew it,” he murmured, “I knew you missed me.” Ransom slid himself off me so my movements were less restricted. He rolled us onto our sides, kissing me even deeper. When he pulled away, I was out of breath. He rolled himself off the bed. I heard his dress shoes scuffing on the floor as he took them off. His brown coat followed. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me across the bed toward him. He removed my black booties and puffer jacket. I surged up onto my knees, dragging him from where he was standing to the edge of the bed. I wrapped my arms around him, his hands cupped my face as we kissed deeply.

One of his hands slid down to palm my breasts.

“Missed you,” he whispered against my lips, “You can’t leave me again. I need you too much.”

Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear. I needed to distract him. I reached for the bottom of his sweater and pulled it off him. I sprawled out on my back and pulled my tights and underwear off, soon followed by my dress. Ransom peered at me hungrily.

“Come here,” I cooed. Ransom pushed off his pants and briefs and joined me on the bed. He kissed me softly, his fingers teased my entrance.

“I don’t even need to touch you, and you’re so wet,” he breathed. I pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. I brought him to my entrance and lowered myself until he was fully sheathed inside me.

“Ride me, Bunny,” he groaned.

I worked myself up and down on his length. He moaned each time he bottomed out. Ransom reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He sucked one breast into his mouth, working one with his tongue as he massaged the other. I had to admit that he was talented. I allowed the pleasure of what we were doing to drown out the fear I had previously felt.

Ransom moved his legs so his feet were planted on the bed and his knees were bent. This position allowed him the leverage to pound up into me.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“Say my name,” he growled.

“Ransom!” I cried. I could feel myself tightening, my body preparing to cum. Ransom could feel it too, he snaked a hand down to my clit and toyed with it softly. My core tightened, then the dam broke. My legs were shaking violently and I was gasping for air. Before I had fully recovered, Ransom rolled us so I was on my back.

He rest his weight onto his forearms, rested his face into the crook of my neck, carefully rolling his hips into me. He hissed as he worked through the last aftershocks of my orgasm. He lifted his face and looked me in the eyes, “I know I’ve never said it,” he murmured, “But, I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts.”

“I love you too, Ransom,” I purred and I meant it, “Oh fuck baby, right there.”

“Right here, Bunny?” he teased me with a smirk as he hit a delicious spot inside me again and again.

“Fuck,” I cried out. Ransom started a punishing rhythm again, hitting the place I needed him most. I clawed at his back, searching for anything to hold onto as he fucked me into oblivion.

“Wanna make you mine,” he rasped.

“Already yours,” I mewled. Ransoms movements slowed back down to a roll of his hips. He kissed and bit my neck, leaving bruises that spoke to possession.

“No,” he panted into my neck, “really mine. Like make you my wife. Or the mother of my child.” I tightened around him at the latter. I wasn’t even sure I was ready to be a mom, but Ransom’s words spoke to a primal part of me, and he felt it.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he felt me spasm around him, lifting his head to look at me, “Is that what my little bunny wants? She wants me to fuck her so good that I get her pregnant? Then everyone will know she’s mine.”

A strangled moan left my mouth at his words.

“Say it bunny,” he growled, “Beg for my cum.”

“Please, Ransom,” I pleaded, “Please cum inside me. Please get me pregnant.”

“Oh fuck, yeah,” he hissed, reaching up to grab the headboard as leverage to fuck into me as fast as possible.

“Oh, Ransom,” I shrieked. I could hear how obscenely wet my pussy was as Ransom fucked me. The sound of skin slapping skin sounded throughout the room, as did my broken moans and Ransom harsh breathing.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he breathed.

“I-I love you, Ransom,” I eagerly gasped.

“More,” he growled.

“I love you so fucking much. I want to be yours. I want to be your wife so you fuck my pussy everyday. I want you to cum inside me so I get pregnant. I need you,” I cried.

“Fuck, Leah,” he roared as he came inside me. My body followed quickly, shattering and shaking in another epic orgasm.

Ransom rested his forehead against mine, trying to catch his breath.

“I love you so much,” he murmured. He pulled out of me, I shuddered at the feeling of cum spilling out of me.

Ransom rolled to his back and pulled me to his chest, the same way he used to. Just before falling asleep, I realized that was the first time that Ransom had fucked me without a condom. This thought woke me up immediately. This thought shook me from this false sense of security I had felt when Ransom was inside me. I remembered his admission about causing my accident. I couldn’t stay here.

But, he had told me that he loved me. Did he mean it? Did it matter?

I wrestled with myself until I heard his breathing regulate, he was asleep. I knew I should go, but part of me didn’t want to. I wanted to stay in that bed and take everything he offered me. But I couldn’t.

I carefully extracted myself from his grip. I grabbed my clothes and dressed silently, I carried my shoes so as to not make any noise. I opened the door to the stoop and stepped out. I closed the door as quietly as possible. I set my boots down and quickly zipped each up. I spotted my suitcase where I had left it. I grabbed it and I ran. I ran until I thought my lungs would explode. I slowed to a walk, a gas station was just down the road.

I called an Uber from the gas station. I had the Uber drop me off at the airport, where I booked the next flight back to San Francisco. It wasn’t until I landed in California that I check my phone.

27 missed calls. All from Ransom. His texts ranged from furious to begging me to come back.

Did I come on too strong? I know I hadn’t said I love you yet, and then I basically asked you to marry me and have my baby. I can understand why that freaked you out.

Please Bunny, give me a chance. I love you.

I know you need space.

The final text was the most alarming.

You’re mine Bunny Rabbit. Don’t forget it. You’ll be my wife one day, no matter what.

@marvelismysafezone

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searchforthescars · 5 years ago

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I actually dare you so hard to write an IT fic bc that shit was made for Siken

Sorry for sleeping on this so long anon - I’ve been in Editing Hell w my own manuscript but I needed to shake the cobwebs off today so dashed this off real quick

AU in which Richie comes out and gets to become the chaotic bisexual we all know he is and also the losers figure it out too I guess? idk I don’t actually know what else this is so just,,,,enjoy, I guess?

CW for internalized bi/homophobia. Poem snippets from You are Jeff and A Primer for the Small Weird Loves.

The boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwaterbecause he is trying to kill you,and you deserve it, you do, and you know this,and you are ready to die in this swimming poolbecause you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this meansyour life is over anyway.You're in eighth grade. You know these things.

You’re used to this panic by now. It doesn’t even faze you...much.

When you feel it next, it’s during the last swim of the year. It’s September, the day before school starts, and the water is cold enough to make Stan and Bill’s fair skin erupt in red splotches, and for your own to goosepimple up in an almost painful way.

Eddie is piggybacking you, legs wrapped around your waist, heels digging into your hips, stomach or wherever else he can grip to keep his balance. Eddie’s wearing those terrycloth red shorts he practically lived in all summer. His mom said he was outgrowing them, so Eddie retired him to the bin in his closet you know are reserved for clothes that are okay to get dirty.

“Richie, hold me up!” Eddie complains, scrabbling for purchase on your bony shoulders. You’ve shot up a good five inches in the past couple months, and no one hates it more than Eddie.

You hooks your arms around Eddie’s, and your heart drops at how close your hands are to Eddie’s thighs, those stupid red shorts riding way too far up for your liking. You can’t keep your eyes away from the contrast between Eddie’s tanned skin and your own sickly-pale color.

You lift your eyes when Bill coughs. You two lock eyes across the quarry. Bill’s clear blue ones are narrowed slightly, his head tilted. You okay? You can’t read minds, but he’s been reading Bill’s face for years.

You nod and let Eddie go with a splash, crowing when the smaller boy shrieks. Eddie springs upright and hauls you back and down by the shoulders, grappling you down to his knees and pushing your shoulders down, down, down until you’re underwater-

And your eyes are open, so he sees it all: the flat planes of your best friend’s stomach, his dexterous fingers and above it all, both in sight and importance, the eager brown of his wide eyes, his messy hair and gleeful smile.

You think, wildly, that you should probably just die now, accidentally, so Bowers and his friends wouldn’t even have a chance. A boy who loves boys in Derry is as good as dead, and you even more so if your friends, your only protection, ever found out. Would they forgive you this? Would they-

Your panic is interrupted when Eddie pulls you up by the arm. “You were just floating down there!” His voice is panicked. You wrap your arm around his shoulder and he sags into you. “I thought- I’m sorry, Rich, I-”

“I’m all good, Eds.” Eddie snorts at the nickname. “Just waiting for you to get enough of attempting to murder me.”

“Shut up, Richie.” His lips curl up. You wish you could touch them. Your thumb burns as if you already have. You duck underwater and swim away, fast, letting out the rest of your inhaled air in a long, low scream.

If It can hear you, you hope It knows there was never any danger of you being brave.

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You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to dolong division,and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unlesshe keeps his mouth shut, which is what youdidn't do,because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.

“What would you do if you liked someone you shouldn’t?”

Your feet skid on the grass, kicking some of it up as you stop your bike and look back to stare at Stan. “What? You found yourself a Gentile girl or something?”

Stan rolls his eyes, shoving messy curls out of his face. Bill noted once that both of your hair, while similar in texture, matched your personalities. Stan’s, while wildly curly, is tightly-coiled and forced into orderliness. Your dark strands are hopeless, a wild mess of waves and curls that no one can ever hope to tame.

“No, Richie.” He’s the same serious kid he was at fifteen than he was as a kid. You’re a little more serious now, too. High school does that to a guy, you suppose, and if you have a prayer of getting into UCLA and getting the hell out of Derry, taking school seriously had to be a priority. You’re not a fan of the seriousness bleeding into the rest of your life, but oh well.

“Then what?”

Stan looks around the Barrens furtively, as if someone’s listening. You roll your eyes. “Come on, Staniel.”

“Not here.” He sets off for the clubhouse, walking his bike when he can’t ride it. You two don’t speak again until you’re underground, the hatch closed. “I mean...what if you like someone everyone would hate you for liking?”

“Stan.” You kick off your shoes and settle into the hammock. “I don’t think your dad is going to care-”

“I think I like boys.”

Stan says it in a rush. His eyes are huge, owlish and afraid. Your heart sinks to the pit of my stomach and sits there.

Even Stanley is braver than you, whispers that voice in your head that sounds like that fucking psycho clown.

“Oh.”

Stan’s shoulders slump. “Is that all you have to say?”

You sit upright in the hammock. Shove your glasses up your nose. “I don’t... It doesn’t matter to me. You’re still my friend.”

Stan’s whole body relaxes, as if his strings have been cut. “Are you sure?”

“Am I- Stan. Come on. It’s going to take more than- Wait!” You lean forward. “Is it Mike? Please say it’s Mike, Eddie’s going to owe me so much money if its-”

“Fine! Yes, Trashmouth, it’s Mike! Happy?”

You whoop, falling back and swinging back and forth. “You’ve made me a rich man, Staniel!”

Stan flips you the bird. You flip him one back. Then, because you’re trying to not be a total asshole, you sit up again. “Thanks. For telling me, I mean.”

Stan gives you a small smile. “Thanks for not hating me.”

Your voice trembles when you speak again and you won’t, won’t, won’t think about why. “I don’t think any of the Losers could ever hate you.”

“Why are we hating someone?” Eddie asks, climbing carefully down the ladder. You obediently slide over when all five-foot-nine of him settles into the hammock beside you.

“We’re not,” Stan says. You smile at him over Eddie’s head.

“Oh. I thought someone was bullying Bill again.” Eddie takes off your glasses.

“HEY!”

“They’re poking my face and I want to nap,” Eddie says imperiously. You hold still as Eddie makes himself comfortable, forehead against your temple and chin on your shoulder. There’s a burning knot coiling low in your stomach. It’s nauseating. It’s thrilling. You never want to feel it again.

But you will. You’ll feel it tonight when you climb in Eddie’s window. You’ll feel it tomorrow when you walk to school with him and he pops open the first button of his shirt to reveal a small strip of collarbone and skin. You’ll feel it the next day and the next and then next. You might even die from it someday.

Could you ever do what Stan did? Throw out such a deep, dark secret into the world and hope it didn’t throw it back at you with enough force to bruise? Could you be that brave?

No. You’re not brave. You never have been.

You time your breathing with Eddie’s. When you inhale, you breathe in coward. When you exhale, you breathe out secrets.

-----

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired.

“Richie?”

Eddie’s not looking at you. His head is leaning against the window of your car and he’s staring out at the dark night ahead of you. It’s summer in Derry, a dry heat and too-quiet nights to keep you company on the drive out to the Hanlon farm, where tents and a movie night await.

“Yeah?”

“I... I need to tell you something.”

Something about his tone strikes you. You pull over and put the car in park. “What’s wrong, Eds?”

He looks over at you, lips parted. His breath comes short. You think about reaching for the inhaler you started keeping in the glove compartment when you started driving. He hasn’t needed it in years, but you hang onto it anyway. Just in case. “I...”

He can’t say whatever it is. You wait. His eyes are impossibly wide, his shoulders heaving with his breaths. There’s color high in his cheeks. You wish, vaguely, like you do every time, that you could kiss him there. Or better, that you could shut off that urge entirely. That would be better.

“Eds.” Your voice is weirdly soft. You don’t even know if Eddie can hear you. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’ll love you no matter what.”

How many times have you told him you love him? He’s your brother, your best friend, your confidant. Of course you love him. Why wouldn’t you?

Not like that, though, you know it’s not like that, and it makes you dirty and wrong and terrible and-

“I- I love you.”

“I know.” You frown. “I love you too.”

You figure out what he meant a split second too late. His eyebrows knit together, and you understand, and you feel like you’re going to die, or maybe throw up all over this car because “oh. Oh. OH.”

“Forget it.” Eddie sounds miserable. He curls in on himself. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t be sorry.” You unbuckle your seatbelt. Lean forward to touch his cheek. It fits so well in your hand. “Eds. Thank you for telling me.”

Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it. “Bill,” he says instead, pointing out your window. “Behind you.”

Bill is leaning against your car, balancing on Silver. “Are you c-coming or not?” he asks through the glass.

Your heart in your throat, you answer. “Yeah. We’re coming.”

Eddie bolts from the car as soon as you park, rounding the back of the farmhouse in search of Mike and Stan. Bill is waiting for you when you get up to the porch.

“He t-told you.” is all Bill says, but you know he knows.

“Yeah.”

“P-please tell me you weren’t Trashmouth about i-it.”

“Bill, please. Have a little faith.”

Bill sees through your bravado. You know he does. He’s been like your brother since you were born. “Did y-you tell him?”

“Tell him what?”

You’re going to throw up. If Bill knows...If he knows, then you don’t know what you’re going to do. Run, probably. Run so far away your secrets can never catch you.

“Rich.” Bill steps down so you’re eye to eye. He’s not taller than you anymore, but he’s still your Bill. Your leader. Your brother. The almost-man you would follow anywhere. “You’re in love with him. Aren’t you?”

You hate everything about this. The tears in your eyes. The tremor in your hands. The fear that chokes you. The urge to run run run.

But you nod, because you’ll be damned if you don’t try to live up to every ounce of bravery you always tried to instill into Eddie.

Bill smiles. Soft. Fond. “I l-love you, R-Richie.”

He pulls you into a hug. You don’t notice you’re crying until you pull away and his jacket is stained with your tears. “Sorry.”

Bill brushes his fingers through your hair. “D-Don’t b-be s-sorry. Be h-honest with E-Eds.”

As If on cue, Eddie rockets around the side of the house, shouting something incoherant. He bolts past you and Bill, then pauses at the doorway.

“You’re crying, Rich.”

You shake your head. Push up your glasses to wipe your face. He’s even pretty like this, blurred into soft browns and tans, pink and red. “I’m okay, Eds. I’ll tell you later.”

Eddie disappears inside. Bill follows him and, despite the catharsis of crying into your best friend’s jacket, you go around to the back of the barn and puke your guts out.

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You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

“Do you hate me?”

You stare at Eddie as if he’s lost his mind. It’s so dark you can’t see him without turning on the car’s dim overhead light. “Wh- Why would I hate you, Eds?”

“Because I’m gay.”

“The- What? No! I meant it, I love you no matter what.”

“Oh.” He sounds so small. You hate it. Eddie Kaspbrak should not ever be small.

You pull over again. The stars glitter above you. Eddie looks up at them and smiles a soft peaceful smile you’re used to wishing you could kiss. “Eddie.”

He hears you breathe his name and looks over. “Yeah, Rich?”

“I...” Fuck. “I love you too.”

The roles are reversed. “I know, you just said- Oh.”

Nothing feels real in this moment. Your body is shaking. Your hands are cold and your face is warm. You want to run. Want to take it back. Apologize maybe, because you’ve ruined everything and a boy who loves his best friend is a dead boy, and It was right, this is why you would go missing or die alone, because you’re wrong and disgusting and-

Eddie kisses your cheek.

“Thank God,” Eddie whispers. “I love you so much, Rich, I thought I was the only one who-”

“Beep beep, Kaspbrak,” you say, leaning forward to kiss him properly, dry lips against soft ones, both of you shaking from fear and relief and probably a little bit of want.

When you pull away, he’s smiling so wide his cheeks might burst. You pinch one between your fingers. “Cute, cute, cute!”

“Shut up, Richie.” He folds up the center console and rests his head on your shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You sigh. “I was scared.”

Your cheeks light up like a firework when he presses a kiss to your arm through your shirt. “Me too.”

You look down at him, his delicate hand knotted in the front of your shirt, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Something in your heart settles into place, clicking like a lock.

“I love you,” you say again, just because you can. Your heart soars and carries you both home.

#idk how to end fic who cares #it #reddie #(that's their ship right? eh)#Anonymous

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winryofresembool · 6 years ago

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Edwin/dad!Ed one-shot: Girl Issues

Summary: Ed’s son Alan has been disappearing a lot from their house, and Ed tries to figure out why.

A/N: finally! This took like a million years. I hope you guys will still enjoy it :) Please let me know what you think!! (bing @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak)

Edit: I forgot to say there might be a small “easter egg” hidden in the fic, about a movie some Edwin people have been talking about lately :’)

Words: 2450

Warnings: swearing

”Hey, Ed?” Winry addressed her husband who was cleaning the kitchen after the dinner. “Do you think Alan has been acting weirdly lately? He’s been doing… less mechanic work and gone out to town way more often…”

“He has?” Ed stopped putting the plates into the cupboard and turned to look at his wife, raising his eyebrows. “To me he has told that he’s simply taking some extra art lessons with Mr. Dawson because drawing blueprints has never been his strength.”

Winry crossed her arms over her chest and looked just as surprised as he did. “And to me he’s told he’s helping out some friends who have trouble with school… Something doesn’t add up.”

“Hmm. It’s not like him to hide things from us. I think I will call Mr. Dawson tonight and ask him if he’s really been at his house,” Ed decided. The conversation ended at that point because a loud crash could be heard from the living room, and Winry rushed to check what the twins had broken this time.

Only half an hour later, Ed, who was observing Emma’s alkahestry studies upstairs, heard the front door opening and closing. That let him know Alan had just left the building. He waited 10 more minutes, just in case Alan indeed went to the Dawsons, before dialing their phone number.

“Mr. Dawson? Hello! I’m calling you because my son seems to have been spending a lot of time there lately. Is he there right now?”

“No. And he hasn’t been here for the past two or three weeks, so I wouldn’t call that ‘a lot’,” a grumpy voice answered.

Ed narrowed his eyes at that piece of information, but he didn’t want to make Mr. Dawson too suspicious so he didn’t reveal the real reason of his call.

“Oh, OK. Well, thank you, anyway. And if he shows up, could you tell him to come home as soon as possible? Winry has a commission to finish and the twins are currently trying to kill me, so extra hands would certainly be useful.” The part about the twins was obviously a lie, as they were sitting surprisingly quietly in the living room listening to their father’s phone call, but the dramatic wording would probably get Alan home more easily. That is, if he ever got the message.

Winry glanced at Ed curiously when he finished the call.

“So? Did you find out anything?”

Ed shrugged. “Only that Alan hasn’t visited Mr. Dawson for several weeks. I thought he was enjoying his classes!”

“I thought so too,” Winry said, getting more and more confused.

“Did you talk to any of his friends?” Ed asked then.

“I just saw Jack, that boy from his class, down the street, and he said that if Alan had been helping someone, he certainly wasn’t among them. But you know, to me it sounded like he was hiding something from me.”

“Great,” Ed sighed. “So he’s been lying to both of us. What do we do about this?”

“I guess we should get him to talk. But how do we do it? He’s got your blood in him, you know.” Winry threw Ed a sly look that Ed had seen quite many times during their years of marriage.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Ed pretended to be hurt by Winry’s implications.

“Just that you have never been very good at expressing yourself, honey.” Ed snorted, because Winry and he had never been ones for pet names. “But also, since he’s more like you than you probably realize, you should be able to figure out the best way to make him open up. Was there anything that managed to crack your shell open when you were a teenager?”

Ed leaned his jaw against his hand, seeming to consider Winry’s question. His face seemed to have gotten some extra color when he spoke.

“Well, after the Promised Day… There was this girl who had been my friend since forever… She had even built me an automail leg and arm, so I could function… I knew she was upset because I couldn’t tell her what was happening in my life, but after the Promised day, when I felt it was safe to tell her everything… it was easier than I thought. Why? Because she made me feel she cared.”

“Ed… that’s very sweet of you…,” Winry said, completely surprised by her husband’s words and blushing slightly. She let her hand linger on his shoulder for a moment before continuing: “Anyway, I guess that means you should show that you do care about his wellbeing. I mean, deep down he must know that already, but you know, sometimes it’s good to say it aloud. He’s in a difficult age, but I know he really respects you and values your opinions.”

“I hope so,” Ed grunted, not quite believing her.

Until that moment, the twins who had been listening the whole time hadn’t said anything, but suddenly the 4-year-old Henry blurted: “We heard brother talking with big sissy today! He told her to ‘dis… tract you’, whatever that means, while someone comes to get him with a motorbike!”

“Really?” Winry asked, her eyebrows raising probably higher than the twins had ever seen. “Those two are almost as bad as… oh, never mind,” she added quickly when she saw the twins staring at her intensely.

“So that’s why Emma was so eager to show me what she had learned with Mei… She’s usually not that enthusiastic about it,” Ed noted.

“Makes perfect sense. Hey, my little king and queen,*” Winry ruffled her kids’ hair, “you didn’t happen to hear where they were planning to go?”

“No, mum,” the twins said in unison. “But I bet Emma knows!”

“We’ll just have to ask her, then.”

“No, dad, I’m not gonna tell you where Alan is. One, because I don’t know it either since they change their meeting place regularly, and two, because it’s none of your business.”

Emma took a book from her bedside table and pretended to be interested in it instead of looking at her father’s stare. Even though it didn’t work quite as well against her as it once used to, she still felt slightly bad about hiding things from him. Alan was right, though, their parents were too curious for their own good.

“Fine, then. Can you at least tell me with whom he is?”

Emma was positive her father would use what he liked to call “Elric telepathy” on her if she didn’t talk, so she let a little huff from her mouth and said:

“He’s gonna murder me, but… you would find out eventually if they continue doing this. You’re not gonna like this, dad…”

“Emma, just tell me already.” Ed was starting to show signs of losing his patience. Even though he had calmed down after having his children, the old temper still raised its head when he was truly annoyed or frustrated.

“Remember how Mei’s niece from Xing came to visit her and Al a couple of months ago because she wanted to learn more about Amestris and alchemy?” Emma asked, trying to be nonchalant but failing at it.

“Yes, wasn’t she Ling’s daughter?” Ed asked, not understanding why Emma had started talking about her. “Didn’t she have all those guards behind her all the time because she’s the daughter of the Emperor?”

“You are right, she was… Well, what you probably don’t know is that she decided to stay here in Amestris. She’s been trying to keep a low profile because she doesn’t want the media to follow her.”

“OK, but what does this have to do with Alan? I don’t get… OH!” The pieces of the puzzle started finally clicking in Ed’s head, and Emma could see his face taking a more and more dark red shade as he processed the information. “Are you telling me… my son… is seeing… that bastard’s heir?!”

“I told you, you wouldn’t like it.” Emma shrugged. “I thought you and the Emperor were friends, though? Doesn’t he always send you presents on holidays and stuff?”

“Damn right he does,” Ed suddenly stopped caring that he was talking to his daughter, “but that’s only because I once had to pay for a hell of a lot of food for him. He owes me.”

“Whatever you say…” Emma rolled her eyes. “Listen, please don’t be too hard on Alan. From what I’ve seen, they genuinely enjoy each other’s company, and Zhi is a nice person.”

“Fine. But I’m still gonna talk with him.” Under his breath, he mumbled: “what if they decide to get married? What if my son becomes a prince? What if…”

“Um, dad, I don’t know what you had in your mind when you were 15 but I really don’t think they are thinking about marriage yet,” Emma said, amused by her father’s exaggerated reaction.

“When I was 15, I was trying to save our entire country from Homunculi so it was a bit different!”

“Based on your stories, you were only trying to save Uncle Al, dad, and everything else just happened by accident.”

“That… might be true, but you shouldn’t say it aloud, Emma,” Ed gave her a fake hurt look. “I still punched the god on his face!”

“Whatever, dad.” She took her book again and hid her face behind it. “Just… could you go now so I can continue reading in peace? I have a test tomorrow I need to study for.”

“Would you like me to help?”

“Just go, please!”

Ed and Winry had already put the twins into bed when Alan showed up at home again. Winry remained calm on the surface even though Ed knew she must have been sizzling underneath her cool cover. She had always hated it when he and Al had hidden something from her and now, they were talking about their 15-year-old son… Ed guessed that it was normal teenagers acted that way, but that didn’t mean he liked it. He suggested Winry go to check on the rest of the kids while he’d deal with Alan.

“Alan, can we talk?” Ed asked, barely able to contain his annoyance. Alan looked like he sensed his parents had found out something, the guilty expression Winry had seen on Ed so many times giving him away.

“Now? Dad, I’m hungry as fuck, haven’t eaten anything since lunch so can I at least grab a bite first?”

“What’s with that language, young man?” Ed asked disapprovingly.

“Please, like you weren’t the one who taught me that word…” That was the truth, but Ed wasn’t going to let him get away so easily.

“I’ve always told you to not do what I do, not the other way around…”

“Right… Well, since you clearly aren’t allowing me to eat, you might as well get into the topic.” Alan crossed his arms just like his mother had a little bit earlier. That amused Ed a bit.

“We can always talk about it in the kitchen,” Ed noted, a small smile spreading on his face.

“So… what was it you wanted to talk about?” Alan asked when he had a full bowl of stew in front of him.

Ed looked serious again. “I think you know. Don’t think we haven’t noticed your disappearances lately.”

“But I’ve been…”

“We know you haven’t been where you were supposed to be. I talked to Mr. Dawson today and he told me you haven’t visited him for several weeks.”

“I’ve…”

“Listen, the sooner you admit it, the better. Do you want me to know the real story or the vague one Emma told me?”

“She told you about Zhi? Damnit, I’m never telling her anything again.”

“I think you are missing the point there, son.”

“Fine,” Alan finally admitted, as he was lapping the stew into his mouth. “Yes, I’ve been hanging out with Mei’s niece… who also happens to be the Xingese Emperor’s daughter.”

“And…?”

“And what? What are you expecting me to tell you? That she’s pregnant? That we are about to announce our engagement any day now? That I’ve decided to move to Xing and leave my family behind forever?”

“None of those things are true, right?” Ed raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

“Of course they aren’t! I like her, and we have a lot of fun when we are hanging out… But I do realize that she’s a princess from another country. And she knows the realities too. She’s gonna have to go back eventually. And when she does, she is in the constant focus of her people. That is not something I’ve ever imagined going through, but why does it have to mean I’m not allowed to enjoy this moment? I knew you guys would react badly to this, that’s why I didn’t tell anything.”

“Now we finally got to the root of the problem,” Ed said. “I don’t mind you hanging out with this Zhi girl… the princess… whatever… But I am upset that you have been lying to us for a long while now.”

Alan couldn’t help but roll his eyes in annoyance. “Like you’ve never had any secrets yourself…”

“I admit that when I was your age, I hid a lot of things from your mother, because I wanted to keep her safe… But I regretted it a lot. I could see she hated it, and it made me upset too. After the Promised Day, I was so relieved because I could finally share everything. I think it made our relationship stronger too.” Ed sighed before adding: “I’m not good at these things, but what I’m trying to say is that please don’t hide things from us just because you think we might not like what you are wanting to tell us. We are here to support you.”

“Dad, thanks… And sorry… for not telling you.” “No problem, son. I’m just saying what I wish my father had once told me.”

“Oh…” Alan hadn’t heard his father talking about his father a lot. He had just always assumed they had had a bad relationship. And this proved he had been right.

“So, now that we have dealt with that…,” Ed spoke suddenly, “about this Zhi girl… how far have you gone with her? Do I need to have the talk with you?”

“Dad, stop being so embarrassing!” Alan screamed and jumped off his chair. “I’m not gonna talk about that with you! Uncle Al or even the Emperor of Xing would give better advice than you!”

“Hey, take that back!” Ed growled, but Alan had already run away from the kitchen, and he was left to fume with anger on his own.

*Names Erika and Henry both mean rulers and I have a headcanon that the twins indeed are the rulers of the Rockbell-Elric household even though they are all a pretty strong willed bunch.

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #my fics #fullmetal alchemist #woop #ps. ignore the typos thank

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smkkbert · 8 years ago

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In my daughter’s eyes (10 of 12)

- The first sequel to The best mistake -

Summary: Six months after the birth of their daughter Mae Oliver and Felicity live in Boston as a young family. Going to college and raising a baby is more difficult than either of them could have seen coming. Especially Oliver seems to have trouble settling down in the new city. When he finally finds new friends, he soon finds himself being dragged back into old behavior. Will he realize before he risks everything he built the last months?

Rating: Teen

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 or read everything on Ao3

Special thanks to Diva Alex @pr0fessi0nal-fangurl for editing this story

“I’m glad you decided to join the team,” Carter said, looking back over his shoulder at Oliver. Then he reached into his fridge. “Beer?”

“Yes,” Ted Grant replied immediately

“Absolutely,” Alex Davis agreed.

“Not for me, thanks,” Oliver replied, shaking his head.

“Coke?” Carter asked, throwing two beers over his shoulder blindly, but Ted caught both of them without much effort.

“Sure,” Oliver replied and caught the soda Carter passed him.

They all opened their drinks while Carter strolled over from the fridge and slumped down on his couch. He held out his drink for a toast.

“Welcome to the team, Oliver,” he said.

“Thanks,” Oliver responded and took a sip of the ice cold coke.

Four weeks had passed since he had come back home – yes, Boston was finally the place he liked to call home – and talked things out with Felicity. After two more weeks of careful consideration and working out a new schedule for their week, Oliver had decided to give playing football another try. He had talked to the couch and joined the training. Today the coach had finally agreed that Oliver could stay on the team and he was so damn happy about it. He had immediately called Felicity to let her know because the guys on the team were great and a lot better than Sebastian and his friends.

Carter had suggested celebrating that Oliver was joining the team. Since some had early classes tomorrow, they had backed out, but Alex and Ted had decided to join them. They had gone to Carter’s place to hang out for the rest of the evening. Oliver had agreed after Felicity had told him on the phone that Mae was fine though she had had a slight fever earlier today and she had been coughing for days. She had probably caught a cold. When he had arrived here, he had pushed his phone into the pocket of his pants to make sure that he was available. He had learned from his mistakes after all.

“So when’s your friend from Starling moving here?” Carter asked. “You said he was planning on joining the team, too.”

“When the next semester starts in a few months,” Oliver explained. “He’s a good player, so it wouldn’t hurt to have him on the team I guess.”

It was weird how much changed when you had just found the right friends Oliver thought to himself. Tommy wasn’t living here yet, but Boston had already turned into his home. He still didn’t mind having his best friend here, though.

“We’ve got a present for you by the way,” Alex said, looking at Carter meaningfully. “You’ve got the present, right?”

“Of course I got it,” Carter replied. He got up from the couch and walked over to his bedroom.

Oliver frowned, looking after him. “A present?”

“It’s just a little thing,” Ted explained, waving it off.

“Does everyone who joins the team get a present?”

“Just the ones who have made bad experience with friends before,” Carter called from his bedroom. “I told the others about it and they agreed that we should get you this little thing. It’s not really for you anyway to be honest.”

When Carter came back, he handed Oliver a badly wrapped gift. Oliver still thought it was a little strange to get a gift for joining the team, but he took it and started unwrapping it. He balled up the paper and let it drop to the floor carelessly. Then he unfolded the fabric that had been wrapped up in the paper.

“Wow.”

He took in the tiny jersey in the dark blue and white color of their team. His number, the nine, was printed on the back, the name Smoak-Queen in bold capitals printed above. He could already see Mae wearing the shirt while she was watching the game from the stands, sitting on Felicity’s hip. She would love that and he would love to see both of his girls wearing his team’s color and watching him play.

“This is really great,” he said, feeling weirdly emotionally touched by the gift. It was like they were welcoming Mae into the team and that meant a lot to him because what better way was there to show him that they accepted that he was a father? “Thanks, guys.”

“It was my idea. My little sister was totally excited when I got her a jersey like that and it was really sweet to watch, so I figured you would like one for your daughter, too. Glad you like it,” Ted said. He took a sip of his beer before he added, “You know, you can bring her with you her whenever you want to. She could be our mascot.”

Alex hit the back of their friend’s head. “Ted, she’s a baby, not a puppy.”

Oliver chuckled. “If Mae has a good day, maybe I will ask Felicity to bring her to the game on Saturday, so you can get to know her. She is a little shy of strangers currently, but she usually calms down more easily around men than women. It’s a little bit disturbing.”

Carter chuckled. “She is going to be a heartbreaker.”

“Maybe.” Oliver smiled. “I like that thought a lot more than thinking that her heart could be broken.”

“Hey, if someone breaks her heart, we are going to break his neck,” Ted assured, raising his canned beer to Oliver. “The team is like a family. That makes Mae our family now, so…”

“Thanks,” Oliver said once more though Ted’s words almost reminded him of mafia organizations, at least a little bit. It was kind of nice knowing that they had his back in the whole parenting thing. “There can’t be enough people out there keeping an eye on Mae. I am not really a pushy parent, but… well… Mae just started crawling, so it’s not like she can escape my care too much at this point yet anyway.”

The others chuckled and Oliver moved a hand through his short hair. He didn’t want to be one of those overprotective fathers who didn’t allow their daughters to date until they were thirty. It would be kind of hypocritical given how young he and Felicity had been when they had started their family. The thought of his baby girl going out on a date and maybe get her heart broken scared him nonetheless. He knew how boys could be because he hadn’t been a good guy before he had met Felicity, either. Then again maybe he should wait until Mae had taken her first steps and said her first words before he should start worrying about boys.

“I am going to send Felicity a photo of the jersey,” Oliver told his friends, eager to share this sweet gift with her.

“Tell her that she’s always welcome, too,” Alex said.

Oliver nodded and pulled his phone out of the pocket of his pants. He took a photo of the sweet jersey for Mae and was about to send it to Felicity when his phone rang and Felicity’s face was showing on the display. She had probably sensed that he had been thinking of her he thought with a smile.

He took the call. “Hey, Felicity. I was just about to send you a photo. The team had the great idea to-“

“Oliver?”

His name escaped her lips in a sob. Oliver felt his heart stop beating for moment before it started racing in his chest. He took a deep breath, steadying himself.

“Felicity, what happened?”

Alex, Carter and Ted immediately fell silent, looking at him worriedly. With held breath Oliver waited for Felicity to answer him. Mae had been running a slight fever when he had left, but it hadn’t been bad. She had been sick before, so it wasn’t the first time. It had never been a problem now, though. Of course they had been terribly nervous when Mae had been sick the first time. They had called both of their mothers and let her be checked by a doctor to make sure she was fine. They knew what to do when she was sick. They didn’t panic as badly as they did that first time anymore.

He knew in the back of his mind that there could also be something else that has been going wrong and had made Felicity cry, but Oliver just had a feeling that this was about Mae’s fever.

When Felicity took in a sniffling breath, Oliver’s grip on his phone tightened. “Hon? Tell me what happened, please.”

“I am on the way to the hospital,” Felicity told him.

“Why? What happened?” Oliver asked, already getting up. He grabbed his jacket and put it on, giving his friends a look and shrugging his shoulders tensely. “Felicity, talk to me.”

“I don’t know,” Felicity replied eventually. She sobbed once more before she took in a deep breath and told him quickly, “Mae was coughing. At first I thought it wasn’t that bad, but then it wouldn’t stop. It got worse and suddenly she was choking and-“

“You are on your way to the hospital?” Oliver asked just to make sure.

“Yes. Can you- can you please come there?”

“I am already on my way,” Oliver assured her. He was about to hang up already and hurry to the hospital when he forced himself to take in a deep breath and said with firm but calm voice, “Felicity?”

“Yeah?”

“Everything is going to be alright,” he promised her. “Just make sure that you two come to the hospital safely, okay?”

He could hear Felicity taking in a calming even if sniffling breath, too. Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his lips together for a moment. As panicked as he felt right now, knowing that something was wrong with his baby girl, he couldn’t have Felicity freak out and risk that she was getting into an accident. She needed to calm down and get Mae and herself to the hospital safely.

“Okay,” she whispered eventually.

“Okay,” Oliver repeated. “I’ll head out and come to the hospital immediately. We’ll meet there.”

“Okay,” Felicity said once more.

Oliver hung up and got into his leather jacket, explaining to his friends. “I gotta go. Something’s wrong with Mae and Felicity is taking her to the hospital and- Any chance I can catch a cab here?“

“Not really,” Carter replied honestly, shaking his head.

“Then I am just going to run,” Oliver replied, almost on his way to the door already.

“Here,” Ted said, reaching into his pants and pulling out the keys of his car. “Take my car.”

“Thanks, man,” Oliver said, catching the keys Ted passed him with one hand. “Thanks for all of this, but-“

“Go,” Alex encouraged him, nodding his head.

“And text us when you know what’s going on!” Carter called after him while Oliver was running to the door.

“I will!” Oliver promised.

He ripped the door open and started running down the stairs and outside. He got into Ted’s car as quickly as possible and started directing the car to the hospital. He broke the speed limit, not caring if he got a ticket, and only realized after half the way that he hadn’t even buckled up, so he quickly caught up on that while he was waiting in front of a red light. He tapped his fingertips to the steering wheel nervously.

“Come on,” he whispered in frustration when the traffic light just refused to go green.

He needed to be with Mae. She had never been seriously sick. She had caught a cold every now and then in the last five months and she had also been running a fever once or twice, but what Felicity had told him sounded like a lot more than just that. If Mae had really coughed that badly that she stopped breathing, then that wasn’t just a little infection. That was something bad and serious.

As soon as the traffic lights went green, Oliver stepped on the gas and continued his way to the hospital. Within five minutes he was there, he stopped the car in the first parking lot available and ran towards the hospital building. He came to a slithering stop right in front of the young guy behind the reception desk.

“What can I do for you?”

“My daughter, Madeleine Grace Smoak-Queen, must have been taken here a few minutes ago. My girlfriend brought her because she had trouble breathing,” he said. He was slightly out of breath but that was more due to the nervousness than because of the short sprint. “Where are they?”

The guy typed a few words to the computer. “They have been taken to the internal medicine ward on the second floor in wing B and-“

Oliver didn’t even listen to the end of the sentence. He ran towards the staircase and hurried upstairs to the second floor, turning to the right towards wing B. Oliver saw her as soon as he had pushed open the door. Felicity was pacing up and down in the back of the hallway nervously, her arms wrapped around her body tightly. Oliver forced himself to take in a deep breath before he hurried towards her.

“Felicity.”

Immediately Felicity turned around and crossed the short distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, pressing her entire body against his and hiding her face against his shoulder. Her body was trembling, loud sobs escaping her lips. Oliver could feel her heartbeat against his ribs. Her heart was beating just as quickly and as wildly as his.

“Okay, we gotta take some deep breaths together, okay?” Oliver suggested.

He pulled out of the hug just enough, so he could put his hands to Felicity’s cheeks. He framed her face gently, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones. There were still tears rolling down her cheeks, but he wiped them away. When their eyes met, Oliver could see the fear in her eyes and he was sure that it was mirrored in his.

“Okay, we breathe in,” Oliver said, starting to breathe in at the same time like Felicity, still holding her gaze. He held his breath for a moment before he continued, “And out.”

They repeated this a few times until Oliver felt both of their heartbeats slowing down. They needed this to calm down a little. Only that way Felicity would be able to tell him everything that had happened and what the doctor had said.

“Better?” Oliver asked eventually and Felicity nodded her head. She leaned her face into Oliver’s touch and closed her eyes for a moment. He still felt tense and he was still worried, but he breathed out a low sigh. Then he angled Felicity’s face to kiss her forehead. “So what happened?”

“She just…” Felicity started but quickly took in another deep breath when her voice threatened to break. “She was coughing, but then it sounded so much worse. It was like she didn’t get any air and… I don’t know… I just got so scared and took her here because I have never heard something like that before.”

Oliver nodded. He gulped down the thick lump in his throat and asked, “What did the doctor say?”

“He checked her breathing and heartbeat and said it might be pneumonia,” Felicity explained. “He took her to get an x-ray to check her lungs and also took a sample of her blood. I… He said we shouldn’t worry too much before there is a result and that this could be serious, but it’s treatable and we don’t even know what she has yet, but… pneumonia?”

“Yeah, that sounds pretty scary to me, too,” Oliver whispered.

Oliver kissed Felicity’s forehead once more and pulled her back against his chest. He put one arm around her shoulder and one around her waist, holding her against him tightly. Felicity’s hands roamed over his back for a moment before they tightened around the back of his leather jacket. She pressed herself even closer to him and he ducked his head, resting his cheek on the top of her head.

He couldn’t even imagine what she had been through if it had sounded like Mae had been choking. Oliver still gasped for breath every time Mae pulled herself into an upright position, let go of the furniture and fell to her butt. The diaper was probably the best bumper to prevent her from getting hurt, so he was always the only one flinching when that happened. Mae herself just crawled away or got up and tried again.

When you become parents, everyone tells you how hard it would be and how much work you had ahead of yourself. Nobody warned you that you were often a lot more worried than you needed to be, though. That was why he was always trying to just check Mae’s reaction and then to decide if he needed to be worried. He knew it should actually be the other way around and he should just smile it away, so Mae wouldn’t start crying, but it just didn’t work that way around for them, not as long as Oliver hadn’t gotten more comfortable to watching his baby girl getting slightly hurt which was probably never happening.

Oliver kissed the crown of Felicity’s head. “She is going to be alright. Mae is strong and she can hold her ground. A little sickness isn’t going to change that she’s a fighter.”

While Felicity nodded against his chest, Oliver closed his eyes and let his own words sink in. Mae was a fighter. She was going to be alright. She just had to be.

* * * * *

With a low sigh Felicity crawled onto the bed and lay down on her side, mimicking Oliver’s position with her head propped up onto her hand. The fingers of her free hand laced through Oliver’s on Mae’s tummy, feeling their baby’s steady heartbeat and more importantly her even breathing.

“She finally fell asleep,” Oliver whispered, not taking his eyes off Mae’s face.

“Only took until” – Felicity glanced at her watch – “four am.”

Despite the reproach in her words her voice was gentle. She wasn’t really mad at her daughter at all. She was just relieved that she was sleeping contently. After what they had been through theses last hours it almost felt like a miracle.

Once Mae had gotten back from the X-ray, the doctor had called them back into his office. He had showed them the image and explained to them that everything looked normal and there were no anomalies on the image. When Mae had started coughing once more, he had told them that from the symptoms it might be whooping cough instead of pneumonia. To have the diagnosis medically confirmed he had taken a swab of her throat. The cultivation of the bacteria would take several days, though, and even if she was suffering from whooping cough, it didn’t mean the test would turn out positive. Bordetella pertussis, the bacteria that was responsible for whooping cough, was a quite strenuous little thing.

The doctor had eventually sent them home with antibiotics, telling them to observe Mae carefully. He had also mentioned that in some rare cases babies with whooping cough suffered from choking fits. They should come back immediately if that should happen. Felicity knew that the doctor had just wanted to inform them about eventual risks, but to Oliver and her it had kind of sounded like a warning. Needless to say that neither of them was going to catch any sleep until Mae was better.

“I still feel like I am in shock,” Felicity whispered, looking at their baby girl. Seeing Mae sleeping soundly had a somewhat calming effect on her, but it didn’t exactly erase the minutes of panic when they had been in the hospital. “I really thought we might lose her.”

“I know,” Oliver replied. He moved his head forward, resting his chin against the crown of Mae’s head and Felicity rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes. She felt a single tear escaping her eye and sucked in a deep breath to keep herself from crying. Oliver wiped it away and added in a whisper, “I was scared, too.”

Felicity knew he had been scared. She had seen it in his eyes at the hospital. He had encouraged her to take deep breaths and helped her to calm down, but he had been just as scared as she had been. What parent wouldn’t be scared if their baby was brought to the hospital because of breathing problems?

“Once Mae has gotten better,” Oliver whispered eventually, “I think we three should just spend a day together, doing fun stuff.”

“Like what?” Felicity asked.

She liked the idea of spending a full family day with Oliver and Mae. Every day was kind of a family day because they were always together, but doing something special would be fun. Their everyday life could be quite exhausting because they just had really busy schedules. They tried to make as much time to spend as a family as possible, but spending a full day just having fun as a family would be great.

“I don’t know,” Oliver replied. “Maybe we just have a picnic in bed or we take Mae to the zoo. There’s an Aquarium here, but it’s closed due to renovations, so…”

“You checked that?”

“Yeah, I thought a few days ago already that I would love to take you and Mae to an Aquarium again,” Oliver said with a sigh. “It has been so long since the last time.”

“Yeah,” Felicity replied with a smile. She could feel Oliver’s breath ghosting over her face and it sent goosebumps down her spine. “I would like that.”

Aquariums really were her and Oliver’s thing. When they had kept their relationship a secret back before she had been pregnant and everything had changed, they had often met in the Aquarium. They had felt safe there because none of their classmates had been there, so they had been protected from nosy eyes. It had also given Oliver the idea to buy Mae the pink octopus she loved more than anything.

“I think after all the trouble we’ve been through these last months, we deserve something good, so we should make it happen.”

“Yeah,” Felicity replied. She angled her head to kiss Oliver softly. When their lips parted again, she sighed lowly and asked, “It wasn’t all trouble, though, was it?”

Yes, the last months had been a lot of trouble for them. They had also had good times, though. It hadn’t all been bad, at least not in her mind.

“No, it wasn’t all trouble,” Oliver agreed with her. “We always had good times, no matter how much trouble there was surrounding us.”

Felicity smiled because she knew Oliver was right. Even during the pregnancy when it had seemed like drama after drama had happened to them, they had had their happy times. They had always managed to take time for that.

“How was your evening before I had to interrupted you?” Felicity asked. She pulled back a little, so she could look at Oliver and she pushed an arm under her head to use as a pillow. “Did you have fun?”

“A lot of fun, yes,” Oliver confirmed, nodding his head. “You know, there is a jersey for Mae lying on the passenger seat in Ted’s car. Carter and the rest of the team got it for her as a little welcome gift.”

“That’s sweet,” Felicity said, smiling brightly. “They sound like good guys.”

“They absolutely are.”

Oliver smiled at her contently and that made Felicity’s smile widen even more. She loved that Oliver had finally found friends that were really good for him. He was happy and that was all she had wanted for him.

“I already promised Mae that we were going to see you play on Saturday,” Felicity said with a sigh, looking at her sleeping daughter. “She was so excited and with her own jersey she will love it even more.”

“There are enough games you two will still be able to watch,” Oliver replied. “Right now all that matters is that Mae is going to be okay again.”

“I just hope the antibiotics will help her soon.” Felicity kissed Mae’s temple gently. “I hate when she is sick and this cough really worries me.”

“I am sure she’s going to be fine,” Oliver assured her.

For a long moment neither of them said a word. Felicity watched Oliver’s and her hand on their daughter’s chest rising with each intake of breath. Mae made low sounds in her sleep and turned her head to the other side with a sleepy sigh. She looked so peaceful that you almost didn’t believe that she had been spending a few hours in the hospital earlier today.

Felicity still remembered how much she and Oliver had struggled with the decision of what to do with her pregnancy. Neither of them had felt ready for this responsibility and they had been so scared that they would fail at being parents. For their age Felicity felt they were doing it quite well and she really couldn’t remember a life where she hadn’t been a mom.

When Felicity finally felt able to tear her eyes off her daughter, she looked up at Oliver. He was watching Mae, a deep frown on his forehead. His thumb was lazily stroking up and down Mae’s ribs.

“Something wrong?” Felicity asked.

“I’m thinking,” Oliver replied vaguely.

Felicity gave him exactly two seconds before her nosiness grew too much for her to handle and she asked, “About what?”

“My dad.”

“What about your dad?”

“He called me today.”

“So?”

“He wants to spend time with me.”

“That’s good.”

“It probably is.”

Felicity sighed in frustration. When Oliver finally looked at her, she rolled her eyes and teased, “Please don’t flood me with all the details. It’s like you are talking non-stop again tonight. I can barely follow your train of thoughts.”

Oliver chuckled and she joined in. It was no secret that she was the talkative one in their relationship. Oliver usually preferred to just listen to her. Tonight he seemed to be everything but talkative again. If he was going to continue giving away the information at that rate, maybe once Mae was going to graduate high school Felicity knew why he looked so thoughtful tonight.

“My dad said that it would be nice if we spend some more time together, father and son bonding,” Oliver explained. “He said that he knows that he has always been hard on me and he knows that our relationship suffered from that. When I was in Starling last month, he realized that he missed out on a lot which he regrets, so he would like to catch up on that now.”

“Sounds good to me,” Felicity whispered.

“It is.”

“Then what exactly are you thinking about?” Felicity asked carefully.

She knew that the relationship between father and son was a sore spot for Oliver. As a child he had always been eager to please his dad, but it just hadn’t worked the way it had been supposed to. Robert had been quite busy with the company and hadn’t had the most time for his son. Though that had gotten better and Robert had done his best to make more time for his family, it had been mainly Thea who Robert had focused his paternal love on. He had probably seen a chance of redeeming himself as good father in his younger daughter instead of making up for the wrong he had done with his son. It had led to Oliver acting out on parties and being lazy in school which hadn’t helped their relationship either.

A lot had changed when Oliver had told his parents that he was becoming a father. Instead of punishing his son for knocking up his high school girlfriend, he had been very supportive of Oliver’s decision to stand by Felicity in this. Since that day their relationship had gotten a lot better, but there had never really been the time to catch up on eighteen missed years.

“He is about to meet an old business friend and asked me to come with him, so we can spend time on the way there.”

Felicity perked up an eyebrow. “He wants you to join a flight of several hours? That is his way of making time to get to know you? Huh.”

Oliver chuckled. He leaned over Mae’s head to peck Felicity’s lips shortly. “No, that’s not his plan.”

“Good,” Felicity replied, “because I would’ve had to hurt him for that.”

Felicity’s relationship to Robert was as good as it could possibly be after only knowing each other for so short. Given their shared interest in technology they were lucky enough to have a foundation for a good relationship, some other foundation than the fact that she was his granddaughter’s mother.

“You’re sweet,” Oliver told her gently, smiling widely.

Felicity shrugged her shoulders, giving him an innocent smile. “I am very protective of the people I love.”

“I know you are,” Oliver replied. He smiled at her lovingly for a quiet moment. Then he cleared his throat and explained, “My dad suggested, instead of flying to China, we could make boat trip with the Gambit to spend some time together.”

With a dramatic gasp for breath, the one she usually faked to amuse Mae, Felicity lifted her hand to her heart and asked, “You are so in love with the Odyssey that you want to get shipwrecked and spend years on an isolated island, forgetting all about your family? O my god.”

Oliver chuckled. “You’re still sweet.”

Smiling, Felicity put her hand back to Oliver’s on Mae’s tummy. She squeezed his fingers shortly before she asked, “Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Oliver replied honestly, releasing a long breath of air. “A trip like that would take around three weeks and I barely got through the weekend without you two.”

“It would be really hard,” Felicity agreed, nodding her head.

“On the other hand I think it would be good for dad and me to do that,” Oliver explained. “I would really like to have a good relationship with him, you know?”

“Everyone wants a good relationship with their parents I guess. It’s good that Robert is reaching out to you.”

“It is.” Oliver made a long pause. “I just really don’t want to leave the two of you.”

Felicity sighed quietly. She really didn’t want Oliver to go, either. Now that things were finally better, she wanted to selfishly keep him here and enjoy some quality family time. She knew how important it was for Oliver to have a good relationship with his dad, though. That was why she kind of wanted him to go for his own sake.

“When would that trip start?”

“In seven weeks, right at the start of the semester break,” Oliver replied. “We’d start the trip on Sunday morning.”

Felicity nodded. “I am sure you and your dad will have a lot of fun if you decide to do this.”

“And that would be okay with you?” Oliver asked, looking at her intensely as if he was trying to find any sign of hesitation or doubt in her face. “Three weeks alone with Mae?”

“We are going to spend a girls’ day, well, twenty-one of those to be exact,” Felicity said with a frown, “which immediately sounds a little less extraordinary, but it will be fun nonetheless.”

“What if she gets sick?”

“I’ll take her to the doctor and help her to get better.”

“What if you are getting sick, too?”

“Then I’ll ask someone for help.”

“Who?” Oliver asked. “John and Lyla are going on vacation with Andria around the same time. They won’t be here.”

“Well, there’s still Laurel.”

“What if she has something better to do?”

Felicity sighed. “Now would be the perfect time for your quiet self and you seem to be unable to shut up.”

Oliver looked at her carefully, trying to figure out if she was serious. When Felicity winked, he lowered his gaze with a wide smile. He watched their fingers on Mae’s stomach for a while before he sighed and looked back up at her.

“I just… I need to know that I am not leaving you here with too much work to handle for one person.”

Felicity puckered her lips, trying to think about a solution they could both agree on.

“What if Mae and I spend these three weeks in Starling?” Felicity asked. “We have a full support system there and… I think it would mean a lot to your mom.”

Oliver frowned. “My mom?”

“She was here when you were in Starling.”

“She what?” Oliver asked.

He was about to sit up, but Felicity tightened her hold on his hand, calming him down. She could understand why he reacted like this. She had been nervous when Moira had showed up on her doorstep, too.

“She was here on Saturday morning, shortly after we talked.”

“She told me she was meeting some friends,” Oliver replied with a frown. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She… kind of…” Felicity stopped, puckering her lips. “She said she didn’t come by to get back into your good graces and she didn’t even want it to look like that, so… she didn’t really ask me not to tell you, but…”

Felicity shrugged her shoulders. She could see Oliver’s doubt and hesitation about this and she understood that. She had needed a few minutes after Moira had left before Felicity had really understood. Moira knew that Oliver still held a grudge against her because of the money she had offered Felicity during the pregnancy. He had forgiven his mother for the most part, but not completely. Moira hadn’t come to Felicity to earn herself that last bit of forgiveness, though.

“What did she want?” Oliver asked with tense voice.

“She asked me to be patient with you and not give up on our relationship,” Felicity explained, shrugging her shoulders, “and she wanted me to know that she would support Mae and me no matter what would happen between us. She is trying to reach out and make up for what happened before and I want to give her that chance, you know?”

Oliver sighed. “So you would be in Starling while I am away?”

Felicity nodded. “I am sure Thea and your mom would like that. My mom would like that, too, especially since you are away. She always says you are stealing her girls’ attention when you’re being around.”

“You’re my girls,” Oliver whispered through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at Felicity playfully.

“Yes, we are,” she agreed with a quiet chuckle, “but we don’t have to tell my mom that.”

They smiled at each other for awhile before Oliver sighed. “Are you sure about this? I can’t just come back anytime. Once I am on the Gambit, I can’t just come back.”

“I think if you want to do it, then you should do it. Mae and I are going to be fine,” Felicity assured him.

Oliver smiled, nodding his head. “Then I am going to do it.”

“I am sure it will be great,” Felicity whispered.

She leaned forward and met Oliver’s lips in a gentle kiss. Their fingers tightened around each other’s on Mae’s stomach. When their lips parted, they smiled at each other fondly.

“I am going to miss you all these years I am going to spend with a hot nymph,” Oliver teased, breaking the silence. Felicity tried to box Oliver’s shoulder playfully, but he easily caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Kidding.”

Felicity narrowed her eyes at him, puckering her lips. “You better be.”

Hold out for the announcement of the third part in the series. I am going to post it today!

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