#ryan sitkowski fic

[sitkowski]

drag my teeth across your chest and taste your beating heart ( ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro )

pairing: ryan sitkowski x vinny mauro cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ monsterfucking (ryan is a werewolf and vinny is very human!), a small dose of bestiality, dubious consent, masturbation, voyeurism, biting/marking, choking, mentions of anal fingering, anal sex, knotting, a scene involving raw meat being consumed. word count: 3.8k author's note: the third and final fic for friends in sin, and this one is probably my fave. shout out to @ladyveronikawrites for helping with some of the wolf stuff and generally being as excited about this as i am. title comes from "howl" by florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics 🎃

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“This is stupid,” Vinny mutters under his breath as he hurries down the dimly lit path, tripping over his own sneakers and looking back over his shoulder occasionally. “This is stupid, and you’re going to fucking die.”

The lingering fog makes it harder to see, but he knows where he’s supposed to be going like the back of his hand so it doesn’t matter. More than once, he looks up, trying to see the moon through the clouds and failing. He doesn’t need to see it to know that it’s full. He can feel it. Even though he’s a full fledged human, he can feel it. 

The bag in his hand is going to start dripping soon. It’s not lost on him that he’s practically ringing a dinner bell for himself, being out in the middle of the night carrying a paper sack of raw meat. How is this his life?

He sees the house through the fog, the woods an eerie backdrop to an already eerie night. To anyone else, it might seem abandoned, but Vinny knows better. He walks faster, up to the front door. He uses his key to get in, pushing the door closed behind him.

He’s barely inside before he’s got Ryan in his space. “Took you long enough.”

“I told you it would take me a while to get here,” putting a hand on Ryan’s chest, he tries to get him to move back a step. He can feel how hot he is through the fabric of his shirt. “Give me some space, Ry, c’mon. You know how this works by now.”

Ryan steps back, putting enough room between them for Vinny to hand him the bag. He all but snatches it out of his grasp, opening it up and peering inside. He inhales deeply. Six months ago, Vinny would have been backpedaling out the door with some kind of excuse of where he had to be, but now, he just watches as Ryan reaches into the sack and pulls out one of the steaks.

There’s a tense moment where they’re just staring at each other. Ryan’s eyes have already gone that pale silver when his wolf is so close to the surface, and blood rolls down his wrist, dripping off the meat.

“You can’t be here for this,” he says, his voice distorted. “This was a mistake.”

Vinny holds out his arms at his sides. “Where am I gonna go? It’s dangerous out there, you know, you never know what’s in the dark.”

The answer is bullshit and they both know it. Ryan growls at him. It’s still a terrifying sound to Vinny, but he doesn’t move. In fact, he presses himself firmly against the door. He knows if he were to take a step towards Ryan, lover or not, he’d take it as a threat and Vinny would probably end up losing a limb. His heart is about to burst through his chest because this could go one of two ways.

“Fine.”

The sound of Ryan tearing into the steak makes Vinny’s stomach turn and sweat break out on his skin. He watches as he uses those inhumanly sharp teeth of his to devour it in minutes. But it’s the sight after; his face and hands smeared with red that makes Vinny’s breath catch in his throat. Ryan doesn't allow him to see him like this often. The only reason he even brought him the steaks was because Ryan didn’t trust himself to go that far tonight.

A cruel smirk twists on Ryan’s face, and he reaches out, grasping Vinny’s chin. Blood slicks across his skin at the touch and an involuntary moan crawls right out of Vinny’s mouth. The coppery scent invades his nose, and he doesn’t know if he wants to get sick or if he wants to admit this is making him hard. Not like he has to say anything out loud anyways, Ryan can smell it on him.

Leaning in, he presses a bloody kiss to Vinny’s mouth in thanks, before turning away to eat the second steak, slower than before. Vinny watches avidly, not making a move to wipe at his face. The blood soaked paper bag gets crumpled up and tossed in the trash, and that’s when his breathing finally seems to return to normal.

“Are you going to run now?” Ryan asks him, practically licking his chops. “You know I’m gonna chase you if you do. I don’t think we’ve reached that stage of our relationship where you’ll like what’ll happen when I catch you.”

Vinny considers it, he really does. But he shakes his head finally, moving away from the door slowly. Ryan’s eyes track him like prey, and all Vinny can do is hope that the steaks were enough to hold him over. If he asks it of him, he knows where the keys to the basement are to lock him up. But it’s never come to that before.

There’s a first time for everything though.

“I’m going to shift and run, I’ll be back later. You can stay, if you want.”

Nodding, Vinny watches him go out the front door. He even follows him out onto the porch because he loves watching this part. And Ryan let him see this before he let him see the way he eats before a turn. He only gets to shift on the night the moon is at its fullest, sometimes he’ll go out and run in the woods, sometimes he’ll prowl around the house. He’s taken Vinny’s keys before and not let him come over. Or, nights like these, he lets him bear witness to what he truly is.

Ryan leaves his clothes in a pile by the steps, walking naked out to where the moonlight has finally filtered through. It’s nothing like it is in some of the horror movies, it’s not breaking bones and painful screaming. It’s fluid, effortless and quick; one minute Vinny’s staring at Ryan’s bare back, the next there is a wolf in his place. Massive, with dark fur and those familiar silver eyes. He’s beautiful, no matter which form he’s in, but there’s something more intimate about seeing him his way.

It’s not until Ryan disappears into the woods that Vinny realizes there is still blood streaked all over his face. 

He goes back inside, making sure not to shut the front door all the way because he knows that Ryan won’t shift back for hours, and he’ll need to get back in. It’s not even his permanent residence anyway, just the place he comes when the moon is up and he doesn’t want to destroy his apartment every month. That kind of stuff isn’t covered in his security deposit. Vinny goes down the hall to the bathroom, rinses his face with tap water that smells like sulfur.

The house itself is quiet without Ryan stalking the halls, in human or wolf form. Vinny feels overheated, mostly because the place is always like a furnace despite the body heat that Ryan puts off all through the winter, he keeps it hot. Shrugging out of his hoodie and kicking out of his sneakers, Vinny goes into the living room area, which is really just a lumpy sofa, and a king sized mattress tossed in the middle of the floor. At least there’s bedding, Vinny insisted on it. 

He flings himself down on the bed. He can still feel Ryan’s fingers on him, blood against his skin beneath those too hot digits, the way his mouth felt slick against his. It should make him feel sick, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s a side effect of dating a werewolf. Maybe it’s some crossed wires in his brain that are all his own, but he likes it, in the moment. And somehow, his brain goes from Ryan touching him with bloody hands to  Ryan touching him. Vinny rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks about it.

He thinks about running his hands through Ryan’s fur as he presses himself down on Vinny’s chest—

Blinking his eyes open, he tries to shake the image from his mind and fails. Instead he undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down around his thighs. Ryan won’t be back for hours, he’s got to entertain himself somehow and this is much more entertaining that killing the battery on his phone doom scrolling on Reddit. He licks his palm once, then again, before reaching down to wrap his hand loosely around his cock. 

He strokes himself slowly, huffing out a breath and bringing his free hand up to tangle his fingers in his hair and pull. He shuts his eyes, focusing on the thought that Ryan will be smelling him on the sheets the rest of the time he's here for the moon. He thinks about him rolling around in the sheets reeking of the woods and the dirt outside, burying his face in the fabric and inhaling the smell of Vinny's sweat and come.

Bucking up into his fist, he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t realize he’s not alone anymore. Not until he feels the hot breath huff across his face. His eyes fly open and he lets out a startled yelp when he sees the wolf standing over him. Vinny starts to sit up, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, but there’s suddenly a paw in the middle of his chest, keeping him flat against the mattress.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Ryan,” he mutters. 

He doesn’t try to push him away. Not only because he knows he’ll get his fingers chomped off, but because he’s still hard and leaking against his stomach. His hand hangs in the air, and he’s unsure of what to do at first. It hadn't been Ryan’s human form Vinny had been thinking about. And when the wolf snuffles by his ear and stretches himself out on the mattress beside him, silver eyes burning into the side of his face, Vinny gives in.

“If you tell anyone about this,” he gasps as he wraps his fingers back around his cock, “I’m gonna mount your head on the goddamn wall.”

Ryan’s response is to press his wet nose right against the curve of Vinny’s ear. His hips jerk and he squeezes the base of his cock, closing his eyes again. It’s one thing for Ryan to be here, like this, it’s another for Vinny to actually look at him while he’s jerking off. The body heat radiating off of the wolf is familiar, and his fur is as soft as Vinny thought it would be pressed against his bare skin. He knows by morning, Ryan will be human again, even with his wolf still so close to the surface. It’ll be like this for at least two more days; nothing on his mind but consuming as much bloody meat as he can, and fucking Vinny through the mattress. It’s a fair trade, in Vinny’s opinion. He knew what he was signing up for when Ryan told him what he was.

He comes all over his fist and his stomach, body going lax against the musty sheets. Before he gets a chance to move, Ryan’s crawling over him, his large, wet tongue dragging against his skin. Cleaning him up. Vinny lets out a surprised moan, trying feebly to push him away as his tongue laps at his softening cock. All he gets in response is a low growl and a quick nip of teeth at his side. So he gives up and lets Ryan do what he wants. He lets him drag his tongue all over Vinny’s skin until he’s nearly hard again. His heavy body is both a comforting weight and a little panic inducing, and Vinny feels stupidly turned on and scared at the same time, even now.

“We’re not fucking til morning, not this time big guy,” he mutters, petting the top of Ryan’s head.

Ryan’s wolf always leaves him feeling like shit the next morning, at least for a few hours. Like a hangover and a fever, combined with a violent need to drink his body weight in water. When he’s more alert, he realizes that he smells coffee, beneath the scent of Vinny. He also knows there’s more steaks, which means that he’s alone in the bed. Everything is always heightened after his shift; noises are louder, smells are stronger. He rolls around on the mattress, shoving his face in the sheets and inhaling deeply, wrapping himself in both the smell of his wolf and Vinny.

Eventually, he manages to drag himself up and into the kitchen area. This isn’t home and he barely keeps anything here. He sees a new case of water on the counter beside the still hot coffee pot, a pack of jerky, and a few packages of Reeces. When he opens the mini fridge in the corner he sees there are a few paper wrapped parcels in there, and a bag of grapes. Ryan doesn’t need to eat much over the three days but raw meat is the biggest part of his diet. He already knows his wolf killed something in the woods the night before, before he came back to Vinny. He can still taste it on his tongue.

He chugs three bottles of water before he hears the echoing sound of water running through the pipes. Vinny doesn’t normally like to shower there, says the water stinks like sulfur. Ryan wonders if he took it too far last night. But he figures if there was a line to be crossed, it was probably somewhere before Vinny watched him inhaling those bloody steaks the night before. He’d seen the look in Vinny’s eyes after he touched him. The way he reacted to Ryan’s wolf licking him clean after he came was probably normal compared to the first time Vinny watched him eat like that.

Ryan’s ears pick up on the sound of a bottle clattering to the shower floor, and Vinny’s muffled curse. Even from the kitchen, he can smell Vinny’s arousal building. Which tells him he’s fucking around in the shower. Probably getting himself ready for Ryan, which is an enticing thought in itself. Instead of going down the hall and dragging him out of the shower, he grabs the bag of grapes and two more bottles of water and goes back to bed. That’s where Vinny finds him when he finally stumbles down the hall and starts walking towards the kitchen. His skin is flushed pink from the heat of the shower, water droplets still dripping off the ends of his hair and rolling down his shoulders. He’s wearing a pair of shorts that Ryan recognizes as his own, and for some reason, that’s what gets him.

“Come here.”

He doesn’t make it a suggestion, and he likes the way Vinny freezes and turns towards the bed. He drops down beside Ryan, reaching over to grab a few grapes out of the bag. He smells like the cheap 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash that Ryan keeps here, and it’s impossible for him not to lean over and shove his face into Vinny’s side, inhaling and licking away lingering water drops. Vinny laughs, putting his hand on his forehead and trying to push him away.

“Hey come on, you gotta check in with me first before you start trying to fuck me.”

Ryan gives him an unimpressed look. “How many fingers did you give yourself in there before you decided it was enough?”

Vinny throws a grape at him, rolling away to try to get one of the water bottles. But Ryan is faster, and he grabs onto his hips and tosses him over on his stomach, pinning him down to the mattress. Vinny flails and tries to at least attempt to get away, but Ryan sits on his ass and holds him down by his upper arms, putting his chin on his shoulder and waiting him out. It’s times like these he likes being reminded that he’s so much stronger than Vinny is, how easy it is to just hold him down however he wants. He lets him tire himself out, until he’s panting for air and squirming against the sheets. As a human, Vinny’s also very predictable.

“You gonna answer my question?” Ryan asks as he drags his face along Vinny’s shoulder. His wolf hates that he doesn’t smell like himself, doesn’t smell like he’s Ryan’s. “C’mon Vin, tell me how many? How many do you think would have been enough for you to take my knot this time?”

Vinny doesn’t say anything, he just whines and shakes his head. Ryan nips him and ruts against his ass, knowing that it won’t take long for him to cave at all. He reaches down and starts to shove at Vinny’s—his—shorts until they’re twisted around his thighs.

“Answer me,” he demands, biting him a little harder. Vinny tries to reach behind him and get his hand on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it to his lower back. “I’m waiting. I can drag this out for hours. I don’t think you can, sweetheart.”

“Four!” Vinny bursts out impatiently, and Ryan laughs at him. He pets his hair back from his face, sees the way his eyes are glistening with needy tears. It turns him on more than it should. “Okay, I told you what you wanted to know, now give it to me.”

“Give you what?”

“Oh my god,” Vinny moans and struggles again, only succeeding in grinding back against Ryan, who clamps his free hand down on the back of his neck in amusement. He can feel how slick Vinny is. If he were an omega wolf, it would probably feel just like this. “Give me your knot, Ryan, please!”

And who is he to deny him. Shuffling up on his knees, he yanks Vinny’s shorts off the rest of the way, shoving his legs apart and hauling him up until he’s face down with his ass up in the air. Ryan lets go of his wrist but keeps his hand on his neck to keep him down, instead using his free hand to guide his cock into him. He’s still tight around him, despite whatever prep he did in the shower, and Ryan has to fight every urge he has to just shove in without giving him any time to adjust. His wolf is howling in his head for him to claim him in every way. Even though he’s human and the claiming bite won’t work on him.

Vinny lets out a choked off sob as Ryan bottoms out, and he grabs onto the edge of the mattress. There’s a moment where he tries to pull himself away, and then he just goes lax beneath him. Ryan curls himself over him to nudge his nose against Vinny’s cheek, kisses him softly. Almost like he’s apologizing for what he’s about to do. But if he wanted Ryan to stop, he knew how to do it. His eyes spot the glint of the knife that lay on the floor at the head of the bed. If Vinny needed to use it, he would. Ryan would heal, but he’d also stop.

“Okay,” Vinny gasps and nods rapidly, and he rocks back into Ryan’s next thrust the best he can. “Ry, c’mon, it’s okay—”

Ryan takes him at his word, fucking him harder. His thrusts are sharp and deep and he lets go of Vinny's wrist to grab onto his shoulder, pulling him back into each roll of his hips. He's going to be covered in bruises by the time he leaves. Vinny manages to get both of his hands beneath him, trying to give himself some leverage. He also can't stop talking; he's pleading with Ryan to keep fucking him, to give him his knot, to bite him.

Fisting a hand in Vinny’s hair, Ryan pushes his head down to the mattress, hoping to get him to shut up, if only for the sake of his own sanity. “It’s not gonna take Vin, I can’t—”

“I don’t care!” he wails, and the sheet comes off the edge of the mattress in his grip. “Just fucking bite me, it won’t do anything but hurt, come on, please Ryan!”

His wolf is already on board with the idea, and he can feel his mouth watering even as his knot swells. He’s got to get it inside of Vinny before he’ll even think of biting him. The growl that crawls out of his throat isn’t human, and he shoves forward in one quick motion, enraptured with watching as he sinks into Vinny all the way. Beneath him, Vinny has gone pliant, harsh panting sounds escaping him as Ryan waits him out.

It’s too late for Vinny to change his mind or want out, and he’s obviously resigned himself to this fact as he gives in and starts fucking himself back on Ryan’s knot, trying to get him to move again. He's still begging him to quit being a pussy and bite him already, and Ryan grabs him by his throat and covers him completely as he mouths at his shoulder. Vinny's finally shut up at least with words, but only because Ryan's got him by his neck and all he can do is wheeze and nod his head as if he still needs him to know it's okay.

His teeth are sharper than normal when he sinks them into Vinny’s shoulder, and all he tastes is blood and meat and him. He breaks the skin, and if Vinny were another wolf, this would mean a whole lot more than it does right now, and it means a whole lot to him. As it is, Ryan can hear him trying to say something, and he’s crying and laughing a little. It’s probably just the adrenaline. He loosens his grip on him, removes his teeth and licks at the wound, trying to stop the blood.

“You came,” Vinny mutters.

Ryan blinks. “What?”

“You bit me, and you came? You don’t remember?”

Ryan knows they’re going to be attached for a while, so it doesn’t really matter if he remembers or not. He noses at Vinny’s cheek, licks the salt away there and pulls them over onto their sides. He starts to reach down to finish him off, only to find out he wasn’t the only one who came. Vinny squirms around, trying to get them out of the wet spot, but it’s pretty big.

“These sheets are trashed, Ry.” he says giddily. “Why didn’t you bring more food in here if we’re gonna be like this?”

Tugging on his hair, Ryan kisses him to shut him up. He knows that Vinny can taste his own blood in his mouth, but he doesn’t pull away. He’s never been scared of Ryan, not really.

“You’re gonna do that to me again tomorrow.” Vinny mutters into the kiss.

Ryan doesn’t argue.

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Q is for Quickie - Ryan

AN: I'm back bitches, the first thing I have written in almost a year, so its a little rough.... but I am back and ready to go! Love all of you who have shown me love and support through everything!

Everyone arrives at the festival, wandering around and enjoying the day as it won’t be until the end of the night that the boys perform, getting to be headliners this time around which is also exciting. The entire group walked around to enjoy some time together, the girls having drinks together while watching, the boys getting to enjoy the other group's shows while they waited around for their turn.  It is a wonderful summer day and everyone is enjoying spending this time together. 

Vinny had already assigned Ryan his letter, which was Quickie because he wasn’t honestly sure what else he could give them while they are away from home in a public facility place, they might find time that they could hide, hopefully they can but Vinny decided to not be a complete asshole with his next letter.  Ryan and Ariana are both grateful for this, knowing they likely will get the chance to get to it without getting caught or worse.  

That has led to where they are currently, Ariana grabbing his hand and dragging him away to the band's merch trailer now that it is empty and the table is set up at the venue.  Her lips quickly find him as she pushes him up against the wall of it, their lips clashing with each other, moving aggressively against  one anothers as they take their chance while the rest of their friends are watching the band that is currently playing.  

His fingers trail up her thighs, pulling her panties to the side as he starts to run his fingers along her folds.  Wanting to make sure that she is wet and ready for him before they start this.  He continues to tease her as they kiss before he moves, turning them around to push her back against the wall of the trailer, taking control of this.

His hand is back against her folds as he continues his previous movements, realizing rather quickly that she is turned on by this, the thought of possibly getting caught by someone on the crew or in the band, as she grows wet for him rather quickly.  Letting out soft moans as he continues, his fingers moving up towards her clit, teasing her as she gasps against his lips.  Her hips moving with his touches, seeking the sensations he is currently giving her with just his fingers, growing impatient.

“Fuck, Ry, we probably don’t have long before someone is either looking for you or they are needing something.  We’ve gotta, fuck” she groans, her mind struggling to think straight the way he is touching her.

“Shhh Ari, let me do this.  Let me enjoy this for a moment.  I doubt anyone is going to need me for  a while, we're the headliners tonight, we don’t go on for hours yet.” He murmurs softly against her neck, leaving light kisses on the skin there as he continues to focus on her at the moment.  Wanting her to get pleasure and enjoyment out of this as much as he will in a bit. “Trust me”

She whimpers, tilting her head to give him easier access as he continues the light kisses, his fingers finally where she needs them.  Feeling two of them now inside of her as he starts to work her, his thumb on her clit.  

“Come on Ari, shut your mind off…. Just feel” he whispers, trying to help her relax.  Wanting her to just let go and feel.

He can feel when she finally relaxes, letting go as she leans against the wall of the trailer with a soft moan.  Each flick of his wrist starts to feel better and better as he continues, feeling her toes curl as she starts to let go.

“That’s it, give in Ari, come for me” he murmurs against her neck, trying to coax her over the edge with a particularly rough thrust of his hand feeling her clench around his fingers as he does.  A few more like that and she does, falling over the edge with a moan, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath for a moment.

Reaching a hand down for him, taking his length in her hand as she strokes him a few times, wanting to make sure he is hard and ready for this.  Smiling when she hears him groan as she unzips his jeans, lowering them and his boxers just enough to pull his cock out.

“Don’t need anyone seeing too much if they stop in, do we?” She says softly, giggling when he suddenly moves to lift her onto a bench that is in the trailer.  

Ryan moves to line himself up with her entrance as he leans forward to kiss her.  Their lips melding together as they take a moment to just kiss, get lost in each other before he finally enters her.  Both of them letting out a groan as he does, the sudden contact bringing both of them a spark of pleasure.  

Ryan wastes no time as he starts to thrust into her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he does, wanting to be as close to each other as they can be right now.  Both of them are secretly a little aroused at the thought that they could be caught at any moment by someone on the crew or one of the other guys back here, knowing they'll have this memory of doing this in what is technically a work space for him.

He shifts slightly, hitting a new spot that has her letting out a groan. 

“Fuck, right there Ry” she says, letting out a moan as he takes the hint and makes sure to keep hitting that spot. 

Knowing that he is close, and not wanting to finish without her he reaches down between the two of them, finding her clit with his thumb now.   Wanting to pull her over the edge with him as they both start to let go, another moan falls from her lips as she feels it building again.  She leans forward enough to pull him into another kiss as he continues, stiffening against him as she falls over the edge yet again, coming undone in his arms as he does himself, releasing inside of her with a groan.

Both of them take a moment to catch their breath before moving to try and compose themselves, running their fingers through one another's hair in an attempt to hopefully make sure it's not too obvious what they just did.

“Good thing you wore a skirt, made it easier to just take you” he teases, watching as she steps out of the trailer.  The evidence of what they have just done is still in her panties as she lets out a sigh, finding the building where their green room was so she can attempt to clean that up.

“Yeah except now I have to walk like this the rest of the night, or take my panties off and hope nobody accidentally gets a show” She grumbles, slightly annoyed at the prospect of someone figuring it out… but it only takes a few seconds before one of the merch girls walks by them to step inside that trailer to grab another bin they need for something that is selling better than they expected.

“Fuck, why does it smell like someone just had sex in here” they hear her say, making them both go wide eyed and walk a bit faster towards the green room so that they hopefully aren’t caught as the being the reason why it does. Sharing a knowing grin with one another as they do.

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Hatefuck.

Ryan Sitkowski x female reader

Kintober day 27. Hate sex, hook-up, unprotected sex, cheating.

This one feels a bit wrong since some hate sex and cheating are involved. Don't cheat on your partner and don't break people's marriage, it's bad. But I had this headcanon of Ryan in my head and I like it very much. Please don't come at me if you don't like this trope. It's just fucking fiction and shitty porn.

That being said, enjoy my loves <3

-Go to hell Ryan it's not my fucking problem. You shouted, slamming the door as you left the recording studio.

God how much you hated Ryan. He was insufferable with you, always making you remarks and picking fights. He was so convinced that he was superior to you, always degrading you and making bad comments about you to the rest of the band.

Why the heck was his problem?

Since you started to work as a sound engineer for the band six months ago, there have been constant arguments between the two of you. The atmosphere was always so heavy that now you were just running away from him, choosing to only interact with him when it was strictly necessary.

-It's not my fault if you suck at your job. Spare us your incompetence and just quit for good. He screamed louder, not sure if you were even hearing him now.

He sighed, sinking into his chair as the other guys looked at him in disapproval.

-What is wrong with you for real? She is doing a good job on the album. Chris pinched his nose, exasperated.

-No she's not. She's a pain in the ass, always whining about everything.

-She's not Ryan, and you know it, you're just unfair to her for god knows what reason.

Chris shook his head, standing up to open the door of the studio.

-What side are you even on dude?

-Hers. Now go apologize, we have a song to finish. He paused but Ryan didn't move. Now.

Reluctantly he got up and left the room, Chris slamming the door after his passage.

Ryan looked for you through the building, complaining and cursing until he found you, taking a coffee in the break room. You turned back as you heard someone coming, your brows furrowing when you knew who it was.

-Do you really think it's time to take a coffee break? You can't capriciously leave a session like that, we're all waiting for you to come back.

Wasn't he supposed to apologize? Yeah, right but seeing you like that just made his blood rush. He did not want to apologize, he wanted to ruin you, spit out his venom on you.

You saw red, will he never let you alone?

Slamming your cup on the counter you took a few steps in his direction. Your index finger pointed in his direction in a threatening way.

-You know what your problem is, Ryan? You're weak. You're the weakest person I know. You see me as a threat for a reason that I still don't get. You want me out of your life because you feel inferior. Because you're insecure.

Unconsciously you stepped closer to him as you continued your monologue, finding yourself inches from him.

-You call me a whiner but you're the one always whining about everything. I'm not going to destroy your life so peace out, dude.

He swallowed hard, looking at you as you kept your angry gaze on him. A long silence settled between you before he decided to speak again.

-But you are fucking destroying my life. He spoke in a low voice, not sure if he was supposed to say that.

You laughed as you stepped back a bit, throwing your arms in the air.

-How the fuck am I supposed to destroy your life? I won't take your job I'm a sound engineer, not a rockstar.

You were hallucinating as you kept laughing bitterly at him.

-God, you're a mad man Ryan. How could you make it so far in life when you think like that?

Rubbing your hands on your face you went to sit on the counter, throwing your feet as he followed you closely.

-You have no idea of what you're talking about. He retorted as his fists clenched.

-Certainly not but I think that you don't know either. You're just trying to cover how much of a coward you are.

His breathing was erratic as he stepped even closer, making you swallow this time. His gaze was menacing you, his arms resting on either side of your body as he bent over you a bit.

You shut down, intimidated by his dominating figure as your stomach squeezed.

-Don’t talk about things that are beyond you.

He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your face. Leaning on him you kept your gaze on his.

-Fucking coward.

Why were you provoking him like that when he was so close you had no idea, but the tension between you switched. Your heart started to race but not from anger, your cheeks getting hot as you realized you were only inches away from his lips.

-I'll show you how weak I am.

Without letting you have the time to protest he collapsed on you, his lips crashing on yours as his hands came to grab your hips.

Confused and taken aback you pushed him away as he bit your lips, making it bleed.

-What the fuck dude? You started even more angry than before. You're married, why are you even- Oh.

It was at this moment that you realized it. You weren't going to destroy his job, you were going to destroy his marriage.

Your eyes widening you didn't say anything more, looking at him incredulously.

-Don't you fucking dare call me a coward again. You have no idea what I've been through the last months, trying to keep you away, trying to keep me away. He sighed, leaning more on you as he lowered his voice. Trying to avoid that fucking tempting ass of yours.

You squeezed your legs together at his words, your heart racing in your chest.

-You're completely mad, Ryan. You bit your lower lip, the taste of the blood diffusing in your mouth.

-Yes I am. And it's your fault. He breathed out, nearing his mouth to yours as kept staring at your lips. You make me insane.

You didn't move, holding your breath as you saw his lips slightly brushing against yours.

-You can't do that. Your tongue came to moisturize your dry lips as your breathing accelerated. Provocation again? Really?

-You're right, I can't.

But he did it, his tongue coming to caress yours as he kissed you again.

This time you didn't push him away. You don't know why but your hands came to his hair as you let him kiss you, uncertain. Maybe you were as mad as he was. The tension between you was confusing your brain. Ryan was hot, you never just admitted it to yourself as you were blinded by the hate.

His hands quickly came to your waist, pushing you against him as his lips kept kissing you passionately. He waited for this for so long that he thought he was going to explode. But you broke apart as you pulled his hair brutally.

-Stop it, we're not doing this.

He was panting against you, his pupils were dilated looking straight at you as his chest rose violently.

-Get your shit back together Ryan, you're married for fuck sake. You breathed out, his lips already losing themselves against your neck.

But he kept coming for you, pressing himself a little further between your legs making you whimper softly. You were not even sure that he listened to a thing you said. Fuck. That was wrong.

-God, I hate you. You rolled your head back as his lips became more persistent on your skin.

Leaving your neck, they came back to yours as he started to roam his hips urgently, getting needy.

-You're not going to answer a thing I say?

-Just shut up already. How annoying you can be.

He groaned, one of his hands coming to your face, grabbing it as he kept your lips against his, kissing you again.

You didn't know what to do. The anger consumed you as his touch made you go crazy. However, you knew you needed to stop before it was too late. The image of his wife coming to your head. You already had done too much.

Still, the words disappeared in your throat as Ryan's hands came to undo the button of your jeans, quickly working himself before he could think about what he was doing.

He was going to cheat and break his marriage but right now the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted your lips back on his. The feeling was too consuming as the tension of these last months dissipated, turning into pure passion.

You were the only thing playing in his mind, your complaints the only thing he would hear and the only thing he wanted to hear.

Settling a pace rapidly, he came to pull your pants down your legs, lifting you a little. He didn't want you to think, he wanted you to give up on his touch, wanted you to help him release his obsession with you, maybe that after it would stop and you both could go back to a normal life.

-Let me touch you, just for a bit. Hoarsely he asked, his lips kissing under your ear.

You nodded, not wanting to let the words out of your mouth. All of this was becoming way too real.

At your approval one of his hands came to caress your underwear, brushing his fingers on the wet spot that was forming.

-Fuck Ryan. You moaned a bit, surprised as your hand came to cover your mouth quickly.

He smirked against your skin, starting to rub you more.

-You want this as much as I do, don't you? He laughed a bit, mocking you.

Your head rolled back as you squeezed your eyes shut, his hand passing through your underwear as he started to caress you, rubbing your clit urgently, his lips biting to the skin of your shoulder as he lowered his head.

-Stop playing you, asshole. Just fuck me already. You whined, your hips roaming against his hand as you tried to grab his belt.

Yes, you wanted this, and you wanted it now. The more he was waiting the more you thought about his marriage and you didn't want to. You were fucking up real good this time.

He chuckled bitterly, quickly helping you to take his belt off as he opened his pants, putting them and his underwear down a little bit in a sure motion.

-See? You're always whining. He groaned in your ear, pumping himself before thrusting inside of you, not losing time.

You clung on him, your arms surrounding his neck as you pushed yourself against his body. The feeling of him inside you made you dizzy, your stomach tightening on how much you liked it.

After some time of peace, he started to move again, pushing in and out as he firmly grabbed your waist.

Shit, this was good, HE was good. You couldn't think about anything else than the feeling of him filling you up, your hips starting to rock against his, eager for more and more.

You heard him moan, his lips coming for yours as he tried to cover your sounds, fucking you restlessly as he enjoyed himself a bit too much.

-This doesn't change anything. I'll hate you 'til the day I die. You breathed out against his lips.

-Continue to hate me and I will fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. Accentuating each one of his words with a deeper thrust making you whine under his touch.

You gasped his name, feeling him throb inside of you. The hate between you was making all of this so hot, creating a suffering pleasure. It needed to end, you were losing your mind as the passion in your stomach was rising.

Ryan was pushing himself deeply, caressing that sweet spot every time making you cry his name. You were overwhelmed by everything that was happening, his hot breath against you making your head buzz.

He was getting closer, you could feel it, his movements becoming more messy and needy. He was fucking you like a beast, his mind completely gone as he was chasing his orgasm simultaneously to yours.

And god it was working, you felt your orgasm wash over yourself, leaving you completely drained under him as you shivered in his arms. His hips still twitching as he cursed, fucking you through your release.

Instinctively he grabbed your hips firmly when you clenched over him, feeling himself lose it all inside of you as is own orgasm left him panting.

Trying to catch your breath you pushed him out of you.

-God Ryan what have we done?

You started to panic as you realized what just happened, the sweet feeling of your pleasure disappearing leaving room for guilt.

He didn't answer, stepping back as he pushed his underwear back on, the door of the room slamming open.

-Ryan what is taking you so long to apologize for god’s sak- Chris appeared, looking at you both incredulously.

Ryan turned back, looking at him shocked as he didn't even put his pants back on.

-Sorry. That was the only thing Chris said before slamming the door back violently.

You were fucked. 

[nerdraging4point0]

Ok so, for backup boyfriend Ryan. It's a well known fact that he games a lot while he's touring. Any time off he has he gets on. What isn't known is that he's gaming with you. AND that when you are having a bad day he will specifically let you win games together. (you don't even know this) he's super sweet and everyone thinks you two are couple goals.

That's the sweet side of things.

Dirty side of things. He is a daddy in the bedroom. That is the only thing you are allowed to refer to him as. And he is very good to his baby girl. He loves tying you up but he prefers silk. He loves blindfolding you. He loves the little gasps and whimpers that escape your mouth when you are doing sensory play. Your satisfaction is what is most important to him.

That is all

Vicious fits you well, baby girl.

@signs-of-ill-portent @throwingmetothelions and @familiarscarsxelectrichearts

Because there was a significant lack of Ryan on my page. She asked. I delivered (to the best of my ability)

TW: PIV, Oral female receiving, Oral Male receiving, language. (Other shit possibly.)

Tag Team: @ladyveronikawrites, @dominuslunae @ghost-hosts @thesazzb @synthetic-wasp-570 @letmeadoreyoux @witchyweeb34 @ghost-hosts @jay02bo @asilentsiren @cncohshit, @thebadchic, @kingdomof-omens @shaydayhere @jellybean181 @beaker1636

Daddy Ry Ry….

Solid soft daddy when doing couple things. He likes to see you win just because of the smile and excited way you clap at your own victory. He’s easy going about a lot of things, but at all times, regardless of what the situation is, bottom line. He is daddy.

You know it’s not just a bedroom thing. He knows just how to get you.

He’ll be sitting casually in his chair, on the couch on the bus, lawn chair while the crew barbeques. Doesn’t matter. You’ll walk up to him ready to slide in on the arm of the chair or right next to him and cuddle, but no. He has other plans.

He slides right down so he is a little slumped in the chair legs parted, takes his big, tattooed hand and pats his thigh. The silent “right here baby.”

He’s not shy about shit in front of his bandmates. He hears the squeak you make as you move over to him. Sitting on his thigh slowly while the bandmates watch, trying to carry on with conversation.

Ryan at this point is deaf to the conversation, doesn’t really care to know where it’s going either. The angle you’re sitting on him he’s looking at the way your ass curves, how your hair falls down your back. Reminded of the times he’s had you ride him backwards, smacking that ass to get you to bounce harder.

“Come on baby girl, you know what daddy likes. You wanna be a good girl for me don’t cha?”

He’s a man that isn’t afraid to ask you to sit on his face either. The way his tight grip gets a hold of your thighs and brings you to his face. The grip he has on you rolling your hips on his tongue, every bit of the juice coating his face from his nose to his chin. He’s messy about it. He loves it messy.

Messy is just want he wants to see when you’ve got a face full of his cock. Tears, make up, sweat, saliva, all the things smeared over your face. Your hair has become a rat’s nest because of how many times he’s had to pet it back and gather it in his hands just so he can see that pretty face of yours. Pupils blown, cheeks hollowed out, your ability to breath through your nose becoming less of a possibility because he is deep throating you so hard your tears can’t come out your eyes face enough, so they start leaking out your nose.

When he finally decides to take you he’s got you bent over the bed or on your hands and knees. Hands have either got a grip on your hair or both on your shoulders. His thicker than the guys in the band but in all the good ways. Snapping his hips into you hard, your body barely able to produce noise as it’s not sure whether to feel pleasure or pain.

“Who’s your daddy? Huh baby girl. Say it for me.”

“Fuck. Daddy. Feels so good.” Just that is all you can manage your brain is far beyond capable of forming sentences or solid thoughts. He’d come without warning. But once he came down from the high and realized you hadn’t finished yet, he’d pull out give you a swift smack on the ass before sliding two of his fingers inside you. Fucking you with his fingers so hard you can hear the bracelets on his wrist sliding around from the momentum. He’d find that soft spongy spot inside you and bear down on it till your on your tip toes legs shaking as you come all over his hand.

Thank you for consideration.

[vanishxcanvas]

Bored

Ryan Sitkowski x F!Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: 18+ only. Smut and fluff are included. Mentions of thigh riding, unprotected p/v sex.

Background - You and Ryan are bored, so you both think of something else to do so the time goes faster.

You and Ryan are sitting together on the couch, while watching a movie. He lets out a sigh, and you look at him confused.

"Something wrong?" You ask.

"Just getting bored, that's all." He says.

"Well, do you have something else in mind?" You ask.

"I have an idea.." He says.

"Go on..." You reply.

He smirks, and grabs one of your legs, pulling you to his lap to straddle him.

You bite your lip. "Oh, I see now."

He smiles, and pulls you closer to kiss you.

Instinctively, you start grinding on him while you both make out.

"Someone's needy." He says after pulling away.

"I can't help it." You say.

"If you're so needy, why don't you do that on my thigh." He smirks.

"I'm not opposed to that." You say, moving to his thigh.

As you get on his thigh, you place your arms on his shoulders.

You start to grind on his thigh, and he places his hands on your hips.

You dig your head into his neck, but he grabs your hair pulling your head back. He smirks, and gives you hickeys while you're grinding on him.

"Fuck," You groan.

A while later, you feel yourself getting close. Soon enough, you let go, and Ryan praises you.

You look at him after a few moments, and he smirks.

"Would you like to continue?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Take a wild guess." You say.

"Is that a yes?" He asks.

"Duh," You say.

He then carries you to your shared bedroom, throwing you on the bed.

You smirk, and take off your clothes.

Ryan then takes off his clothes, and crawls on top of you after doing so.

"Still bored?" He asks, kissing your neck.

"Mhmmm" You say.

"Good girl," He says before leaving hickeys on your chest.

He kisses down your body, until he reaches the part you need him the most.

You whine as you feel his breath. "Please," You groan.

"Please what?" He asks.

You glare at him. That dick, you thought.

"You and I both know what I want." You say.

"Are you trying to earn yourself a punishment, baby?" He smirks.

"I dunno, am I? I'm not scared of you babe." You say.

Right after you say that, he flips you over and spanks your ass. Hard. You let out a high pitched moan after he does this.

"You asked for it." He says.

"What if I liked it?" You say.

"Is that so?" He smirks.

He grabs you so you're on all fours, and slams into you.

"Oh fuck!" You moan.

His hands are on your hips, which will most likely leave bruises later. Not that you're complaining.

He grins, and then smacks your ass again.

"Oh fuck you," You moan out.

"The only one doing the fucking, is me babygirl." He says.

You whine, and a while later you can feel yourself get close.

"I can feel you baby, cum for me." He says.

A few moments later, you let go. You shout his name, and soon after he releases inside of you.

You open your eyes, and you see Ryan smiling at you.

"Still bored?" You ask.

"You're cute. But to answer your question, no." He says.

He picks you up, and brings you into the restroom so you both can take a shower.

After you both shower, you get into some clean clothes and get into bed after changing the sheets, as well as the blankets...for obvious reasons.

As you both get into bed, Ryan pulls you close to him.

You lay your head on his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"Goodnight." You say.

"Goodnight gorgeous." He says.

You both fall asleep in each other's arms soon after.

[daddyhausen]

If you write poly can i request a NSFW HC for Poly MIW

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「CHRIS MOTIONLESS MASTERLIST 」 | 「 RICKY “HORROR” OLSON MASTERLIST 」 | 「 JUSTIN MORROW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 RYAN SITKOWSKI MASTERLIST 」 | 「 VINNY MAURO MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — nsfw poly!miw headcannons

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ] smut, polygamy/poly relationship

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 334

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x motionless in white

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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they were all hesitant with the idea of sharing you at first.

vinny and justin were the most accepting of the arrangement

ryan was indifferent

chris and ricky however, as much as they were willing to share you, the could not hide their jealousy.

vinny has the highest sex drive and is the most submissive

he’s called your misteress, ma’am, even mommy in front of the rest of the guys

he adores when you give him blowjobs before the show sitting on his cock while he practices at his drumkit

justin and chris are most likely to share between the two of them.

they’re rough with you.

chris likes to fuck you from behind, a hand in your hair pulling roughly while you choke on justin’s cock

justin will praise you for how well youre taking the both of them

they’ll switch positions so chris can cum on your face while justin cums inside you

chris is the most degrading only second to ryan

ryan will slap, spank, namecall, he’ll do anything to make you submit to him

ryan is also the most likey to fuck you in public, he’ll still have his cock in you minutes before playing a show

ricky is the gentle one, he’s kind of shy when it comes to fucking you

although he would love nothing more than to keep you to himself

just like vinny he’s more submissive than the others.

when the five of them fuck you be prepared to clear your calendar because that’s all you’ll be doing that day.

their words are s full of praise yet degradation at the same time

vinny, ricky and justin will praise you while chris and ryan degrade you

you will always start off by jerking off ricky and vinny

chris and ryan will interchange between fucking your ass and your throat

and justin fucks your cunt

all of them will take turns fucking each of your holes

all of them are cumming inside your cunt at least once

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[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Thirty-Three

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier, @faceless-mirror & @comforting-madness

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: Welcome Back! Same bat time! Same bat channel! You know where to find us! Discoveries are made, by Ricky and Noah.

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, kidnapping, suicidal ideation, torture, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Thirty Three

For the life of him, Noah had no clue how they managed to convince him he needed to be here. Climbing out of the car, he’d tried to drag his brother to come along with him, but his brother had outright turned him down flat. Noah had begged. He’d even tried to bribe Folio, even. However, when he’d admitted that Riyah wasn’t going to be accompanying them, Folio had just told him he was out, that he wasn’t going to be caught dead in the baby store. Dammit. 

So that was why Noah was stuck here with two mated couples. Apparently that's what they called it in gargoyle culture, Chris and Vinny, Justin and Ricky. What the fuck was he doing here? Though, if he was understanding right, they needed, well, everything… he was not looking forward to any of this. Babies were fine, they were great… but him, baby shopping? Come on.

Ricky had headed right to the rocking chairs, looking over them and trying to find one big enough for him and Justin both to use. He wanted to be sure that Justin would be comfortable giving bottles… and Vinny had darted to look at clothes. She had a cart half full while towing another full of diapers. Meanwhile, the employees just looked on confused, as did customers at the gargoyles who appeared more prepared for a biker gang than… Baby shopping.

Chris gently patted his grandson on his the back, he might not have the physique that Chris and Justin had, but he had the tattoos, the height, that they did, so he was drawing the same stares. Ricky somehow was blending in better, perhaps due to the fact he was so eager… or that he was starting to show. Though, he was not the only eager one out of the group. However, for the gargoyles, this was the first shopping trip. When the troupe birthed young in the past, they used handmade furniture, it was all they could use when it came to cribs and the like. 

Looking around, there was so much there they hadn’t even considered using, bouncers, walkers, strollers… turning to stone, taking their children out into the world during the day had never been an open to them. Justin was ecstatic at the possibility, at the thought of taking the twins out in the world… Taking their kids to the park, playing with them in the sun! He rushed over to look at the strollers to look at them, picking at the very first one he found that he could put both the twins in. “Look, this one will fit both the babies in! Let’s get it!”

Noah walked slowly along, glancing over to Ricky by the rocking chairs, sitting in a massive one, about to ask where it was going to go when he heard Justin call out. Anyone might assume that he was about to get a crick in his neck with how quickly his head practically swivelled around to snap and stare at Justin… Oh, shit. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. He was walking as quickly as he could toward the gargoyle, “Oh no, no, no, you have no clue about the safety reviews Justin! Strollers have all kinds of safety hazards you have to watch out for, they are one of the biggest recall items you have to be careful of… You have to watch for, for, the folding locks breaking and sharp points cutting the kid, and straps strangling them, hell, amputation, the buckles coming undone… Breaks going wild, or just the seat just falling apart. Nope, nope.”

The tribrid snatched the stroller from the gargoyle and put it back with a stern look, before looking at all the others, “Nothing leaves this store without looking at the safety review, nothing.” Even the clothes when it came to material, fire retardants, and choking hazards.

Dammit… why was he baby shopping again… this was why Riyah didn’t want to come, wasn’t it?

Ricky was feeling the fabric and looking at tags as Vinny looked up and over. “I'm already looking at what the clothes are made of and looked up the safest brands.” Vinny commented warmly as she returned to looking. 

Rick glanced up with big eyes, remembering safety and looked at the reviews before flying out of the chair, charging towards Justin to snatch him. “I need you to sit in these chairs with me.” He said, not planning on clarifying.

Chris was looking over something called a bouncer, sure there were cribs, but there was the tradition that they always made those themselves, why would they need to buy them. As for the chair that Ricky was sitting in, Chris was almost certain he could probably make one of those as well, so he wondered if Ricky even needed to buy one of those. Hmm. Even so, he said nothing as he watched when the nephilim rushed over to Justin. The gargoyle was confused at the younger’s sudden outburst before his mate spoke up. “Oh, okay… I can do that… and if you like it, I can make one for us at home.”

Noah had pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling, he had some research to do on these strollers if he wanted to get something safe enough for the twins. He was not about to walk out of here without something safe for them. Either he looked scary, or his rant was daunting, but none of the sale team had approached him, perhaps they were worried about selling him something not up to par and getting sued.

Vinny walked to Chris and kissed his cheek. “Love.” she whispered, “Want help picking two bouncers?” She asked gently as she heard Rick talking about bottles and explaining the chair, the features it had and all.

The eldest gargoyle smiled to his mate softly before glancing back to the bouncer, but he was unsure about them, “I don’t really know. I mean, all the things Noah said about the things that could go wrong. Maybe it's better if we stick to making our own?” If he could figure out how, he’d never handled a bouncer before, then again, he’d helped raise countless young ones… How hard could it be without one?

Justin raised an eyebrow at the mention of the different functions of the chair, “Fuctions, why would a rocking chair need functions… and bottle feeding?” He paused… “Why am I going to need to feed the babies with a bottle?”

“It's safer, these are for when the babies are awake but no one can hold them so they can still see everyone. And… honestly Chris… I will say a lot of the manufactured furniture, it’s safer if you look at reviews. You know we used to use cloths as teethers? Look at these. These are teethers now. They can be thrown into freezers, and they have ones that are antibacterial…” Vinny explained, talking to her mate about the changes. As Vinny explained the changes, Chris was listening, and taking in the information, the teethers were curious, looking over them. Putting them in the freezer? Picking up one of them, he looked over one of the rings, it was clear with bright color balls through it to keep the babies attention for them to gum on.

Ricky was dumbfounded, “If… I need to have you feed the baby…” there was worry in his eyes. Oh gods, don't let Justin turn into one of those… his eyes watered at the thought. 

Justin looked down at the chair and then back to his mate, his confusion only growing right then, especially when he saw the tears in Ricky’s eyes… “Of course I’ll feed our babies, why wouldn’t I feed our babies… but what does that have to do with bottles?” 

“I… you… you don't need bottles?” He asked softly, eyes watering for a new reason now. Trembling. “Babyboy? Why didn't you tell me sooner?”

No, no, they didn’t need bottles. Male gargoyles could feed their young in the same manner as the female gargoyles, from their chest. The fact that they split their young between their parents, some as soon as they were born, it was needed, he didn’t even need to switch genders to do it either. It took him a moment to remember, that no, Ricky didn’t, didn’t… Right… Justin smiled guiltily, “Well, at first, I was afraid of overwhelming you with the twin news… Then I forgot you didn’t already know.”

Ricky smiled softly before sniffling and kissing him, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “We need a different chair then. One that we can both sit in for breastfeeding. We still need a pump though… just in case and some bottles.” He whispered softly.

Justin smiled at the kiss, so, the tears weren’t about Ricky being upset with him, and that made him happy. Leaning into him, though, the pump did make him a bit confused, didn’t the babies just suck? As for the bottles, humans had weird ways of doing things, they really did, but okay, okay, he was just going to go with it for now. If Ricky wanted bottles, he was going to go with it, they could get bottles. Nodding, “Well, okay, I don’t know what half of the things here are for, when I helped look after the babies before, we didn’t use any of them.” Then again, the babies also turned to stone during the day too, so it was quite different.

Vinny smiled at Chris with gentle eyes. “I want to have our babies…” she admitted softly.

Looking down at his mate, Chris leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Vinny’s lips with those words. He knew it was a difficult subject, she wanted to have their babies, he would do anything so she could, even offering to have them for her, “We’ll have our babies.” He wished he knew a way for humans to do what they did. Why were they created with such limitations?

Noah was looking up from his phone and staring across the area, he could hear the conversation between Ricky and Justin by the chairs. Though, he wasn’t sure how many of the humans and other customers could make sense of the confusion, but that was probably for the best, but him? Was Justin really saying male gargoyles breastfed the babies… okay… okay… did that… could they… what else could they do? Was there something he needed to know here? Was there anything he needed to be worried about here. Thank fuck he always used condoms, always, admittedly not for that reason, but… Noah, shuffling his way over to Chris and Vinny… “Um, can I ask you a question?”

“The bottles are for Vinny or anyone else non gargoyle if they watch the kids… I want to make sure that if you and I are both working or going on a date… we don’t have to worry as much.” Ricky explained softly, leaning his forehead against Justin’s chest with a smile.

Vinny smiled at Chris before turning her attention to Noah. “Yes? What’s up?” she asked warmly, green eyes a bit watery at the hopeless thought she wouldn’t carry their children this time. Distractions. This was supposed to be happy. 

Justin’s eyes were wide with the thought of going on a date, a date, they hadn’t really been on a date, had they? What was a date? He’d heard humans talk about them, but he wasn’t sure he understood the specific difference is spending the night with Ricky at the bar and going home with him, and a date was? “We can’t take the babies with us?” Why would they want to leave the babies behind… 

The slightly glazed look to Vinny’s eyes gave Noah pause, was she okay? “Are you alright, did I interrupt, I can wait, just um…” Ask someone else… He wasn’t really sure he wanted to ask Shade or Riyah… Even asking Chris… 

“It’s okay. It's just… Chris and I were talking about our babies… if we can have any in the future. Go ahead. Ask away, dear.”

Ricky chuckled, “Well… dates are used for one-on-one time. With no one else there.” he explained warmly with a smile, “I’ll take you on one tonight if you like.” He offered softly, “I would love to… honestly.”

If, “If, that, if is sort of my question… if… um…” Noah glanced over to Justin and Ricky, “They are talking about gargoyles, um feeding babies, like, both men and women, right? And um, it made me wonder about… Who… actually can get… pregnant? Do I have to, be, ah… careful about that? Not that I’m not always careful, condoms, always… just… curious.” He was going to kill Shade and Riyah… If he had been fucking them both for some seventy some years and neither of them told him, he could have knocked them up… Yep, yep, he was going to kill them. Him bottoming was different, he hadn’t known… Fuck… Fuck.

Justin grinned slowly, tonight, a date, tonight… “Tonight, really? Yea, okay! Wait, but, shouldn’t we put together all the furniture and start figuring out what we’re going to do for a nursery?” He wasn’t sure how it would work. While angel magic could help expand the apartment to make room so they wouldn’t have to find a different space, he knew Gwynn was having a hard time of it. Justin felt guilty suggesting they move to a different area for the babies. 

“Hey. It’s okay, Noah. How about we go get more diapers? We need them… Chris, can you look up blanket safety like I showed you? And pick some out. If you see some you like too, don’t be afraid to grab some for us, too. Baby blankets are the softest.” she asked, giving Chris the look that she would handle this awkward one for him.

Ricky smiled at Justin, “We should be okay with this… maybe we can move up into an alcove…. We can talk about it with Gwynn. But we have time to get everything put together. We should get some of this done… and we need to have some time just us. We can go out to a nice dinner. Maybe a movie.”

Chris froze when Noah was asking about getting pregnant. It had been a long time since he had needed to have the procreation talk with any of his offspring. Even then, more often than not, it was about the breeding program for gargoyles and the effect of the consent of breeding for them. Now Noah, everything was up in the air, there was no breeding program involved for him, he wasn’t technically a gargoyle. When Vinny took over and spoke of blanket safety, he nodded quickly, “Of course, I’ll, find some good ones.” Smiling softly, before heading to the blankets.

Noah watching his grandfather go before glancing towards Vinny, “Am I not going to like this, and that's why he’s running away like a scared little boy? I know fear, that was, almost… complete terror in those eyes.” Noah swallowed, god… four hundred years old, don’t tell him it was a fluke he hadn’t gotten pregnant somewhere along the way… or… oh… was he sterile because he was a tribrid? Huh, that could be a thing. He’d read that somewhere, but then shouldn’t half-breeds should be too? From what he heard, Ricky was one as a nephilim, so perhaps that didn’t count when the supernatural was involved, so scratch that… 

“It's more… complicated than that.” Vinny said, grabbing a cart and led the way. “Now… believe it or not… consent is required for gargoyles to get pregnant. They have to verbally consent to each other to breed. The reason that Chris got a bit overwhelmed… well… He and I were supposed to have kids. The next time he was supposed to talk about it… was with our littles.” she said softly, picking a few different boxes up, looking them over thoughtfully. “Basically, no one gets around without consent. No one can force it, for gargoyles. Not even an angel command.” she explained, looking at him gently from the corner of her eye.

Justin sighed, he didn’t want Rick to have to move away from Vinny, he knew what the two of them meant to each other, he saw it. It was what Chris, Ryan, meant to him. Yes, he was okay moving a bit from them, but then again, he could live levels away from them and still hear them like they were almost in the next room. It could sometimes be suffocating. “Let's do something tonight, we can sort the nursery tomorrow, how about that? I’d like dinner, oh… what's Putt-putt?” He’d heard about something called Putt-putt, but he didn’t know what it was.

Hold up… “Wait, wait, no accidental pregnancies? No, sixteen and pregnant issues?” Noah looked over to Vinny as he walked beside her when she grabbed the cart while she talked about verbal consent. Oh, he’d had the consent talk, many times over when it came to sex, many times, but pregnancy, that was something else. Pregnancy was about safety, and condoms, not consent. That was, a different issue. However, hearing that Vinny and Chris were supposed to have kids, he fell quiet, and knowing she had died, he swallowed. That was likely not something they would want to think on. 

Oh… angel command. “Right. Angel command… about that… yeah… I, I might have um, um, accidentally, done that. I won’t do it again. I am vehemently against taking away another person's freewill. Personally, I would rather not be a monster.” Coming up to the newborn nappies, Noah quickly reached to pull off a massive box from the shelf to leverage it into the cart for Vinny.

“Putt-putt is a sport. We could do that. It’s very fun and calm. I think that’d be fun. There’s a dragon themed one.” Ricky offered warmly to Justin, “I think that would be perfect. Putt-putt and dinner.” he said, beaming, hugging him tightly.

Vinny smiled sadly, “No accidental pregnancies.” she established, “I… wasn’t supposed to have kids with Chris. We were mates from the same unit.” she explained, before looking him over, “Angel commands can be used for good. Gwynn asks for consent, usually… unless it's an emergency.” she added, “They can be kind, but… most angels aren’t kind. For gargoyles, Justice, Gwynn… is a saint to all gargoyles… Most angels are cruel.”

Fun and calm sounded perfect, as much as a thrill would be a great. Fun, and calm though, Justin knew they might be lucky to make it through dinner. That was how gargoyle pregnancies went, Ricky had been so tired, but the two of them going out and having some time together, having fun, he looked forward to it. “Perfect.”

“Mates aren’t supposed to have kids, why?” Noah felt laid bare when Vinny looking over him, as if she were studying him for his confession. He truly didn’t want to use that power, ever again. He wasn’t sure how much a command could be used for good, he knew he’d used it for information, but he couldn’t forget the look of pain on Shade’s face, and it had killed him to see it. It made him think about his mother. Talking to Atsuko yesterday after Folio left, he found out that the gargoyle had been his father’s best friend, and the reason the others hadn’t known about his mother was she had been a nephilim. They were considered dangerous by most, not all, so he had kept her away from the others, protected her, loved her… His father hadn’t even known about him before he died… Wait… “Justice?”

Ricky kissed Justin softly, “I’ll need a nap beforehand, but I don’t think you mind.” he said softly, “Mid-afternoon nap together…?”

“Mates… are not allowed to breed because the twins are supposed to…” she breathed for a moment, closing her eyes. “They’re separated. One per parent to keep troops diverse…” she said softly, “But… yes. Justice was Gwynn’s chosen virtue. No one has held it since. But… Gwynn’s been… Through a lot. The easy way to say it.”

Justin smiled, his lips against Ricky’s, “Definitely. Now, let’s decide on which chair we want, need you comfortable Daddy.” Not to mention, with the plan of the bottles and, the hope of future babies, anything they buy today would be used by far more than just them.

“Oh,” He wasn’t aware that Gwynn would have a virtue like the gargoyles. Noah didn’t know a lot about gargoyle culture, but he knew a little, enough that he knew Riyah’s virtue was Integrity, and Shade’s was Tact. Maybe next time Ryan threw him off the roof he’d go see Gwynn about it, then again, the way Vinny said Gwynn had been through a lot, he sighed a little, “Yea, I got that, from the other night.” He fell quiet for a moment, “Don’t worry, I won’t be talking about it, Ryan made it explicitly clear, issues from that night, are better off left unsaid.” At least to Atsuko. Noah had a feeling he should just stay out of the Heaven crap altogether, he wasn’t a part of it anyway, he was an outsider. 

As he spoke, Noah was adding baby wipes, a ridiculous amount, to the cart, then he stopped, looking back towards Vinny with a look of realisation, “Perseverance, Responsibility, that’s their virtues…” He felt like an idiot to have not connected that, he’s been distracted by seeing Shade’s pain that night and the news about his grandfather and father. “Do you have a virtue? Will I? Did Folio?”

Ricky nodded, beaming gently as he looked up at Justin lovingly, returning to look. His hand holding Justin.

Vinny took in Noah’s realization. “It's not usual for handlers to have one. I was Authenticity. And you will have one. Folio did. He was Cheerfulness.” She sighed softly, thinking back.

Noah couldn’t help but wonder how, why, what it took for him to get a virtue. He was four hundred years old, wasn’t like he was about to change any time soon, he wasn’t very, distinct in a gargoyle kind of way… or virtuous at all. Smiling a little though, cheerfulness, he could see that, he could. “I’m not very virtuous though, I mean, this whole thing is because, wait…” Noah stared at Vinny for a second when he considered what they’d been talking about and realized he’d gotten sidetracked, and he hadn’t actually gotten the answer he wanted to. “Okay, I know you said gargoyles can’t get pregnant if they don’t want to, right, but you didn’t say whether male gargoyles can get pregnant and carry babies in the same way they can feed them?” If they had those parts, did they have the other parts too? 

“The body adapts itself. I as a gargoyle wasn't born female. It was what I chose. We can choose our presentation.” She explained warmly watching him.

Chris sighed as he heard the conversation as it continued, he knew this would be a struggle, especially this part, this question. Pushing a cart full of blankets, he wasn’t about to skimp, blankets for everyone, not just the babies, besides, he remembered who the babies were in the past, they could be rascals. They would need so much of everything, everywhere in the Church. “Choosing our presentation is the greatest gift, so is the gift of being able to switch our physical gender when we were assigned partners in the breeding program. For example, despite mates in the same unit not being allowed to breed, should Honesty and Cheerfulness have wished to breed it would have been simple. Either Atsuko or your brother would have had the choice to switch their physical genitalia for the duration of their breeding until the birthing.”

Now that would have been an interesting pair of babies for sure, Chris, however, continued, “Let’s not tell them I used them as an example, shall we?”

Vinny smiled and turned to kiss Chris's shoulder, gently nuzzling him lightly and thoughtfully. “Thank you.” She breathed out.

Noah looked between the two, that was interesting, but he understood when Chris spoke, no, males couldn’t have babies, but at the same time, they could. Gargoyles were whatever they chose to be, and that realization, seeing Vinny had been reborn as a human. As difficult as Noah knew as it was for many a human to live that life, for someone who had known this life as a gargoyle, that freedom, to be trapped now, it must be so much worse. Well, he was glad she wasn’t giving up.

“Okay, diapers, wipes, powder, I saw Justin with the bouncers, I picked out the stroller and have the tag so we can pay at the counter… High chairs… Babies gotta eat when they get big enough, can’t forget that.” Noah wasn’t going to give up either, they might not be his babies, but he was willing to help… “I’ll, ah, go take care of that.”

Vinny smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Noah.” She said softly before embracing Chris once more with a soft smile. At least she was understood…

Chris arms wrapped around his mate with a sigh, he loved Vinny with all his heart and soul, it didn’t matter the body she came back to him in, he’d always love her. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Did you have a good talk with him?” He hadn’t listened in to all of it.

She nodded, “I think he understands gargoyles a bit better, but I think Gwynn will finally be able to have a calm talk with him about angels as well. But… I'm worried about them.” she confessed softly.

Sighing softly, Chris nodded, agreeing with her, “I am also, I have been since they returned. I’ve been attempting to get them to take things slow, continue to heal, not push themself. I have a horrible feeling they are blaming themselves for everything that has gone wrong.” It didn’t help that Ryan was falling apart, and had been tortured by the very angel that had replaced them. “As much as Noah needs help, I’m afraid of putting that pressure on Gwynn.”

Vinny nodded, “I just hope Ryan can talk to them about it and explain himself… they need it…” she sighed softly, “Jerahmiel… He said he’d come back…” she whispered before her throat tightened, foggy memories surfacing.

Chris was quiet, explaining himself, explain… the slap… If Vinny had walked back into his life just the same, after a thousand years, claiming to have never died… it would have killed him. There would have been no slap, he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t have just… Then again, he didn’t think he’d have survived the thousand years that Ryan did. Swallowing, “Gwynn has assured me they’ve intensified the wards of the Church, and we have continued the patrols. Once the boys have moved in and settled, it’ll make things easier. I hope Shade and Riyah are willing to help join us.”

“Me too… I…” Vinny's eyes were glassy and watery. “It wasn't… it wasn't hellhounds. Or humans.” She whispered as she looked up at Chris. Should she tell him? What would happen if she did… or didn't?

Something about the way she spoke, the way she looked at him… 

Chris… stilled.

Not hellhounds. Not humans. Not what he was told, by… him.

“It was Jerahmiel.” Taking in a breath, steel, calm, he shook his head, “BabyGirl, I won’t let him get anywhere near you, ever again.” He would destroy him first, period. He was done dealing with Jerahmiel. 

“He's going to try to kill Ricky. That's what he meant-” she said, swallowing despite her mouth being dry. “He's going to try to hurt Ricky-” Vinny whispered, hiding her face against his chest, trembling. “He…”

“He won’t get the chance.” The firmness in which Christopher spoke as his embrace tenderly squeezed her in contrast wasn’t just her mate, it was every bit the original gargoyle that had out lived every other gargoyle that walked the mortal realm. He was both world-weary and battle hardened. “I know he is coming, and he won’t get his hands on him, I promise you, Ricky, the babies, they will be safe.”

She nodded slowly, closing her eyes and melting into his chest, “I trust you… I always have.” She whispered.

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“Ryan, please! I need you to do this for me!” I pleaded. He was standing on the other side of the counter with his arms crossed.

“Why? You can easily go out and find an actual boyfriend, why do I have to be your fake one?” He asked. I sighed in frustration.

“Because I don’t want an actual boyfriend! I just need you to pretend so my mom will get off my back! I swear her and my aunt think I’m going to die a spinster.” I leaned against the counter and put my head in my hands. There was silence for a moment before Ryan sighed.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. But,” Ryan started, my head shot up. “You have to clean my apartment, spotless. And cook me dinner for a whole week.” Ryan listed his conditions.

I squealed in excitement and relief.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I ran around the counter and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him, jumping up and down. “Seriously, I’ll literally do whatever you want! Okay! I got to go, I’ll be over tomorrow to let you know what’s going to happen.” I put my sweatshirt on and grabbed my keys and purse running out the door.

Ryan shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.

The next day I arrived at Ryan’s apartment earlier than I knew he’d appreciate. He opened the door at 9am in his underwear and a t shirt.

“Why so early?” He asked, moving to the side and letting me in. Snow covered the ground outside and Ryan shivered at the thought of being outside right now.

“Sorry, I forgot you like to sleep till the evening.” Ryan rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to put pants on, please make a pot of coffee.” He said walking down the hallway to his room. I took my shoes off by the couch and made my way into the kitchen. I started Ryan’s Keurig, pulling two coffee mugs from the cupboard above my head. Ryan came back in wearing sweats and a sweatshirt.

He looked cozy. And warm. And like you wanted to cuddle him.

Wait, what? No. Fake boyfriend. Remember Y/N?

I cleared your throat and put Ryan’s cup under the spout to pour the coffee, mine next. I turned and handed Ryan his cup.

“Creamer?” I asked walking to his fridge. He shook his head and took a drink of the black coffee in his cup. I grabbed the vanilla creamer for mine.

“So, what’s happening?” Ryan asked, clearly in a better mood after a few drinks of coffee. I took a drink of my own.

“Well, in order to miss the crazy holiday rush, my mom bought us tickets to fly out next Friday. We’ll get there Friday night and will be there till the 30th. I told her it’s a little long, but if you need to fly back before then that’s totally fine.” I explained. He nodded.

“The 30th should be fine. The guys and I don’t start tour until a few weeks into January.” He agreed. I nodded and it got quiet.

“I really can’t thank you enough Ry. You’re seriously the best person ever.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“What are friends for. Are you doing anything else today?” Ryan asked me.

“Hmm no, it’s Sunday so I’m off of work. I have an early day tomorrow so I was going to stop by the store after I got off work. Why?” I asked sipping from my cup.

“Because I’m not doing anything either and there’s a stack of Christmas movies next to my tv that, now, need to be watched before next week. And, since you said you’d do whatever I wanted, you’re stuck watching them with me.” I rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Ugh if you’re forcing me.”

We walked in to the living room, I immediately sat on the couch, pulling my legs underneath me. Ryan was picking through movies trying to find one to watch. I admired Ryan a lot. He’s very talented at everything he does. When he gets passionate about something he gives it his all. He’s taught me a lot about myself over the 6 years I’ve known him. He’s seen me through terrible break ups, he’s taken care of me through some of the worst sicknesses I’ve ever had. He’s a genuinely good guy. The girl who ends up with him better know how lucky she is.

“Y/N?” Ryan’s voice broke my train of thought.

“Huh?” He smirked.

“See something you like?” He asked making me roll my eyes.

“You wish, what do you want?”

“Elf?” He asked putting it in the DVD player. I nodded.

We settled on the couch for the rest of the night watching movies.

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By the end of the week, Ryan and I were packed for the next couple weeks. I had to remind Ryan not to pack all his Blackcraft shirts and give my grandma a heart attack.

“Okay so do you remember what I told you about our backstory?” I asked in the car in the way to the airport.

“Yes, Y/N. It’s the same as always we’re just a couple now. I’m a great actor I promise we can sell it. Now, what should we avoid doing to make sure it’s not awkward when we get home?” He asked me. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Kissing maybe, like cheeks are fine, forehead yes, but avoid lips. That’s too intimate.” I said. “We might be sharing a room too, so if you’d like I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous. We’ve shared a twin sized bed before, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Ryan assured me.

The flight to my home town felt like it was over too soon. I huffed when I saw the seatbelt light come on.

“You okay?” Ryan asked. “You’re not backing out now are you?” I shook my head.

“I just dread coming home every year. My family always has something to say about how I live my life. Not to mention how guilty my mom makes me feel about moving so far away.” I word vomited before I could stop myself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to lay that on you.” I sighed.

“Hey,” Ryan grabbed my hand. “You got me this time. I will rant and rave about you the whole time if I have to if that’s what it takes to get your family off your back.”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. His eyes were wide when I pulled back.

“Just practicing.”

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“Y/N!!” I heard my name being called across the airport.

“Oh god, they’re all here.” I said looking up at Ryan. He chuckled and grabbed my hand his back pack on his back and duffle in the other. I had my rolling suitcase and small duffle sitting on top in my free hand.

“Oh you’re so skinny! Do you ever eat?” My mom all but yelled in my ear as she hugged me. Her, my two aunts, my sister and my cousin were gathered around Ryan and I.

“Hello to you too mom.” I said hugging her back. She pulled away and looked at Ryan.

“Hello! You must be Ryan! Y/N talks about you all the time!” She hugged him.

“Mom!” My face burned up. Ryan chuckled and hugged my mom.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said.

“Well we got a full house of people who are dying to see you!”

The drive to my childhood home was almost the same as torture. Everyone was bombarding Ryan with questions and, bless his heart, he answered them all in stride. Arriving at my moms house, Ryan and I were again attacked by more family. After the over all introductions, Ryan and I were sitting on the couch in the family room with everyone else, my legs across his lap and his thumb drawing shapes on my knee.

“So, when did you and Ryan happen?” My sister asked. All attention turned to Ryan and I.

“Uh-“ I started. “I asked Y/N out a couple months ago. We’ve been friends forever and I just decided to go for it.” Ryan took over. Everyone seemed to buy it. I smiled and nodded.

“Well you’re certainly adorable! I can’t wait for grand babies!” My mother clapped.

“Oh my god mom! That’s not even on the table!” I exclaimed. Ryan laughed beside me. He honestly has the best laugh.

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“Hey, Y/n. Cmon, it’s late. Let’s get you to bed.” Ryan said to me after he had to shake me awake.

We were still in the living room, tv playing a Christmas movie and the tree was lit up. No one else was down here though. I removed my legs from where they were still on his lap and rubbed my eyes. The clock next to the tv said it was after midnight. Ryan stood up and grabbed the remote turning everything off, I followed behind his half asleep.

“Lead the way,” Ryan motioned for me to walk up the stairs first. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall down the stairs, zombie.”

My room was the last door down the hall as soon as you got to the stairs, as soon as we got outside I stopped.

“Look, I don’t really remember how I left this room when I moved to Pennsylvania, so don’t make fun of me for the rest of my life if there’s anything embarrassing I here.” I warned Ryan. He smiled sweetly at me

“Sweetheart, I’m going to make fun of you for the rest of your life no matter what.” My face fell as I turned and opened the door.

I honestly didn’t remember how I left it. As I looked around I was instantly transported to high school. I left home at 18 and haven’t been home in four years. All my band posters were still up on the wall and pictures of old friends still taped to my mirror. I was almost overwhelmed by the emotion that came over me. I turned and saw Ryan looking around as well, he seemed to be focused on something specific though.

“You were a fan before we met?” Ryan asked. I walked over to were he was at and saw a small tour poster from them Motionless in White first started out. Oh.

“Uh yeah, I saw a few shows when you guys were in town a long time ago.” I said awkwardly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He looked down at me. It was then that I realized how close we were standing. I moved to sit on my bed, taking my hair down from the bun I had it in.

“Because it’d be weird. After I met Bryce and Jaime and then became friends with you guys and the crew I didn’t want to be that weird fan that became a friend.” I shrugged. He nodded.

“Well, I’m glad I have something to tell the guys when we go back home.” I rolled my eyes and got the bed ready.

Ryan moved around the other side and looked between the bed and the floor.

“I can sleep on the floor if you’d like?” He offered.

“Don’t worry about it just get in bed and sleep. I’m exhausted.” I yawned and laid down in bed.

“Okay.”

We laid in silence for a few minutes before I rolled over and spoke.

“Thank you for helping me. I feel bad for lying to my family though.” He rolled over and faced me.

“Hey, it’ll all be fine. I promise I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.” He made me laugh.

“Well if it’s any consolation, so far you’re better than actual boyfriends I’ve had.”

“Good night.” He chuckled.

“Night.” I said rolling over to my other side.

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I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. There was noise downstairs which led be to believe Ryan was probably part of that. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I sat up and slowly got out of bed. When I got downstairs the smell of pancakes and bacon filled my nose. In the kitchen, my mom was making coffee for everyone and Ryan was making bacon while my dad was flipping pancakes. Without thinking, I walked over to Ryan at the stove.

“Morning sunshine!” Ryan said leaning down and kissing the top of my head.

“Morning,” I mumbled. “Smells good.”

“Good morning sweetheart!” My mom said cheerfully. “How’d you two sleep?” She asked.

“Uh, fine?” I said confused. She smirked at me a little. Did my mom think Ryan and I had sex in my childhood bedroom? Gross! Well, not gross because just look at him but still, no! But then again my mom doesn’t know we’re not actually together so... moving on.

“So are you guys not big on PDA?” My sister asked as I sat down next to Ryan at the table.

“What do you mean?” I asked grabbing a piece of toast from the plate.

“Well, none of us have seen you kiss, or do anything remotely couply the whole time you’ve been here.” She was starting to get suspicious.

“Um,” I looked at Ryan asking him to save me and instead of saying anything he leaned in and kissed my cheek, like half a millimeter away from my lips. That’s the first time we’ve ever kissed.

“I just didn’t want to be disrespectful in your mothers home.” Ryan came back. I smiled and tried to hide my shock from everyone around the table.

“Well that’s very sweet Ryan, but it’s the holidays and that means mistletoe!” My mom squealed before dangling the plant above Ryan and I’s heads.

I froze in my place making eye contact with the hazel eyes in front of me. The look Ryan gave me was almost asking for permission, I gave him a silent okay before I saw him lean in slowly. Holy shit this is happening. I braced myself, closing my eyes as I felt his lips brush mine. I closed the gap, feeling Ryan’s hand rest on my cheek. I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. All I know is I heard my sister clear her throat and Ryan and pulled away. I made brief eye contact with everyone at the table, my face turning bright red.

Well, that was awkward. Looking at Ryan out of the corner of my eye, I saw him blushing as well and avoiding looking at my mom. Thank god my dad wasn’t here right now.

“Well, you two certainly like each other.” My mom smirked taking a bite of her breakfast.

“Excuse me.” I saw pushing away from the table and leaving the dining room. I ran back up the stairs to my room and decided to get dressed.

“Y/n are you-.” I was only in jeans and a bra when Ryan opened the door. I jumped and grabbed my sweater, quickly putting it on. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- I didn’t.” Ryan stuttered.

“It’s fine. What’s up?” I asked slightly irritated that he followed me.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. That kiss wasn’t too much was it?” He asked, concerned.

It wasn’t enough.

“Um, no not too much. They bought it.” I forced a chuckle.

“Yeah they definitely bought it.” He scratched the back of his head.

God, I wanna do it again.

“Ya know, we should maybe practice for next time. Maybe it won’t seem so awkward.” He suggested. I froze.

What?

“What?”

“Yeah, why not? Ya know.” Silence.

“Uh, practicing might help.” I said, playing with the hem of my sweater.

Ryan smiled and walked closer to me; making me look up at him because of the height difference. His hands found home on my waist as they squeezed my hips pulling me against his body. My eyes were closed before I even felt his lips on mine, but as soon as we connected, it was like we needed each other’s lips to survive. His tongue glided along my lower lip until I granted him entrance, he dominated the kiss quite easily. My hand found themselves threading into his longer that usual hair and tugging slightly. He walked me backwards until my knees hit the bed and slowly lowered me onto my back. Was I going to let him take it this far? I might honestly. Just as I was about to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his hips flush to mine, a knock at my door startled us.

“Y/n, Ryan, we’re heading out to the square to watch the Christmas parade. Mom wants you to join!” My sister yelled.

I looked at Ryan, biting my lip. “Okay! We’ll be there in a second.” I yelled back.

“Damn it.” Ryan huffed, resting his head on my shoulder. I pat the top of his telling him to get up.

I walked over to my mirror to readjust my self before turning to Ryan.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded, following him downstairs.

God, I’m so screwed.

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hum static (twist it, grasp it) ( ryan sitkowski/justin morrow/ricky olson )

pairing: ryan sitkowski/justin morrow/ricky olson cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ friends with benefits, anal fingering, double anal penetration, rough sex, finger sucking, face slapping, biting, choking, justin is the meat in this sandwich and he left his last two brain cells in that bathroom in paris. word count: 3.1k author's note: my first fic for friends in sin miw kinktober is done. this one is for the prompt of 'multiple penetration'. shout out to @ao3userfeistycadavers for running this bad boy. hopefully i actually manage to get my other fics up during the month. please enjoy this! title comes from "static hum" by chelsea wolfe. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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Justin’s currently trapped in a real life episode of Family Feud. There’s one question on the board: name something your bandmate would ask you out of the blue. And of all the guesses Justin would make, being invited to a threesome was not one of them at all, not even a top five answer. He can literally hear the buzzer sound in his head as he stares at Ricky too long before answering his question. Both Steve Harvey and Ricky are waiting very patiently, the crowd is whispering. Justin is probably losing his mind.

“Repeat that, like I’m five.”

Ricky narrows his eyes at him. “You heard me.”

“Yeah no I did absolutely hear you. I could have sworn you asked me if I wanted to fuck around with you and Ryan. Since when do you and Ryan fuck around?”

Justin’s pretty sure his voice just reached a pitch it hasn’t since he was a teenager. Thankfully no one is around to hear him. Everyone else is dealing with the post show breakdown, and it’s just Ricky and Justin in this hallway, where Ricky dragged him to ask him this very important question.

“Oh no, I broke you.” Ricky reaches up to pat the top of Justin’s head sympathetically. He’s got to stand on his tiptoes to do it. “To answer your question, like six years now? On and off. You gonna answer my question, or are we pretending this never happened?”

The thing is Justin knows he’s in a band of objectively hot dudes. And while the revelation that Ryan and Ricky occasionally sleep together is blowing his mind almost as much as the original question Ricky asked, he’s pretty sure he’d be stupid to say no. He nods, because apparently his ability to speak has vanished as he’s now picturing whatever Ricky and Ryan have been getting up to for the past six years.

Fingers snap in front of his face, and he automatically reaches up to wipe at his mouth in case he’s doing something embarrassing like drooling.

“Uh yeah, no, I’m very much in. When?”

He starts wracking his brain for the next hotel night, and realizes that is where they’re headed after they’re done here. It also occurs to him that he and Ricky are rooming together like they always do these days.

“So I should tell Ryan you’re in for tonight? I need you to be absolutely sure, because the last thing I need is Chris butchering my ass and leaving my body parts along the highway because I fucked everything up.”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell him that Ricky could literally murder Justin and Chris would still love him. “Yeah. Tonight is good.”

Ricky just nods and wanders off to find Ryan, like he asked Justin if they were going to watch a movie when they got to the hotel or something. Justin’s still trying to process it all throughout the rest of the time at the venue. It’s not lost on him that Ryan and Ricky have planned this out, talked about him. He wishes he could have left ahead of everyone else to mentally prepare. Apparently, Ricky’s some sort of mind reader as well as a little sexual terrorist, because he pulls Ryan into the bar instead of towards the elevator when they reach the hotel.

Even though he showered at the venue, Justin showers again since things are going to be happening. It’s a miracle that he doesn’t jerk off before they get there, because he figures it’s pointless if there’s going to be someone else to touch his dick soon. By the time he emerges from the bathroom, both Ryan and Ricky are sitting at the table in the corner.

He feels caught. It’s not an entirely unpleasant feeling.

“Why does this look more like an intervention and less like a threesome?”

Ryan snorts and takes a pull from his vape, and Ricky kicks out the third chair. “Sit for a sec.”

It’s not a suggestion and Justin only hesitates for a minute before sitting down. They’re both looking at him now and he realizes that there’s about to be some sort of talk or feelings or whatever, before anything else happens.

“Is this the part where you two tell me you’re into some very freaky shit—”

“You’re into some very freaky shit. I mean, not on Rick’s level but you’ve got a big mouth. We all know it.”

“Relax,” Ricky says. “You act like I’m gonna chain you up or something.”

“Not the first time at least,” Ryan mutters, and Justin sees him jolt a little when Ricky kicks him under the table. “Have you even done anything like this before?”

Justin raises his eyebrows. “This isn’t my first threesome. Not my first time with a guy either. Two though...”

He trails off because he doesn’t need to elaborate on that. And honestly if he was going to trust anyone like this, of course it would be these two. They’re both staring at him like they’re going to eat him alive and maybe it takes him more than a minute to realize they’ve been looking at him like this for days.

“Is it your first time being fucked by two guys at once?”

“You mean like—”

Ryan makes an obscene gesture that is meant to mimic two cocks and one hole. Justin looks back and forth between the two of them. It’s not that he doesn’t think they’re serious, it’s that he thinks they’re insane. Apparently, some kind of panic shows on his face, and the two of them start having a private conversation with their eyes that makes him want to hide out on the balcony and smoke.

“Fuck, you’ve never bottomed before, have you?” Ricky asks the most obvious question. “You’re a—”

He’s never been ashamed of that, and he isn’t going to start now. “If you say it, I’m going to punch you in the dick and then only one of you will be able to fuck me instead of both.”

Ryan gives Ricky a smug look, and Justin pushes away from the table, making his way towards the bed. They’re both still sitting there, having that same conversation still, so he rolls his eyes and throws himself down on the mattress. Kicking off his shorts, he props himself up on his elbows, waiting to see which one of them is going to move first. While he waits he reaches down to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock, and they watch him before looking at each other and finally moving.

His dick jerks in his hand as they approach the bed, one on either side. Ricky reaches for him first, hand clamping down on his throat to push his head back into the pillows as his mouth comes down over Justin’s. He barely gets a chance to get too into it before Ryan wraps his hand around the edge of his jaw and turns his head so that he can kiss Justin next. Maybe he should be a little concerned with how easy it is to just kiss them both, let them pass his mouth back and forth like a blunt until his lips are swollen and he’s practically squirming into the sheets. But he’s more concerned with the fact they both still have their clothes on.

Finally they let him breathe, if only long enough for Ryan to use that hold on his jaw to make Justin look at Ricky. He absolutely does not analyze what it means that the two of them are smaller than him in some ways and he’s just letting them do whatever they want.

“You with us?” Ricky asks, and Ryan nods Justin’s head for him. “We’re gonna get you ready for us—”

“I, uh,” he knows that saying if you can’t say it, you shouldn’t be doing it is stupid, given the current situation, but he still finds himself stalling on the words in their presence. “Got ready in the shower, I’m good to go.”

Ryan laughs, a little meanly. “That’s cute. He thinks he’s ready.”

Justin absolutely does not whine at that. Except he doesn’t have any control of his mouth at this point, or his hands, which start pulling impatiently at both of them. He needs them to get with the program and get naked already. He tries to tell them that, but his words get cut off by Ricky pressing fingers into his mouth, dragging them over his tongue, pushing them back further. Justin gags, just a little, before he sinks his teeth into those fingers. He wraps his tongue around them, gets them as wet as he can. When Ricky pulls them out, he gives him a quick sharp slap to his cheek. It’s enough to pull a started moan from Justin’s throat.

“No biting,” Ricky says and then he drags his wet fingers down Justin’s chest. “You wanna turn over or you wanna stay like this?”

“You gonna take off your clothes at any point?”

Ryan’s hand comes down on his hip in a stinging slap, and Justin yelps, trying to squirm away from him. It only pushes him further into Ricky.

“Justin, hey look at me,” Ricky’s voice is suddenly deceptively soft, and he turns his head to look at him like he’s told. “You got a safeword?”

If they’re about to play good cock bad cock, Justin cannot tell which is which. They’re fucking with his head and they know it.

“Buffalo.”

It’s the first word that comes to his mind, and something he wouldn’t blurt out during sex. In normal circumstances, anyway. Ryan gets off the bed, moving around to where Ricky’s bags are piled. Ricky gives Justin’s thigh a tap and he just rolls over onto his stomach, shuffling up onto his knees. He hears the sound of shuffling fabric behind him, hears the murmur of voices as they talk behind him. He’s two seconds away from throwing himself onto his back again so he can watch when he feels Ricky’s spit slicked fingers slide into him.

As far as it goes, it doesn’t feel like much more than when he fingered himself in the shower earlier. Justin hitches out a breath and sinks further into the mattress. He feels the sharpness of teeth in his shoulder and the scrape of blunt nails down his back. Ricky’s fingers twist and spread and then there’s more. Because Ryan is edging his fingers in right alongside them. For a hot second, he tries to get away from what is essentially an entire hand in his ass, but then he moans and rocks back into it.

“You think this is enough?” Ryan asks, and Justin realizes that he’s not talking to him, he’s talking to Ricky. “I don’t think we can get any more in.”

Justin couldn’t agree more, all he can think about is how full he feels and how different it will be when they’re both fucking him. He starts to reach for his cock again, but Ryan wraps his free hand around his wrist, pinning it to the bed.

“You and I both know the second you get your hand on your dick, you’re gonna come. Be fucking patient.”

“You still good up there, big guy?” Ricky asks, and he twists his fingers just right.

Justin appreciates the check in but the fact that he’s still expected to form full sentences while they’re stretching him open is some sort of torture. He couldn’t even guess who keeps dragging their fingertips over his prostate, or what else they might be doing behind him.

“I’m gonna kill the both of you, the second we’re done here,” he moans into the sheets. Ryan laughs, and they both pull their fingers out. “Oh thank fucking god.”

His relief is short-lived, as Ryan moves up the bed and fits himself between Justin and the mattress. Justin immediately hauls him into a biting kiss, digging his fingers into his sides, trying to get some kind of control over the situation. But just because he’s under him doesn’t mean he’s got a leg to stand on. Not when he feels Ricky guiding Ryan’s cock into him. Ryan brings his hand up to Justin’s throat, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“Well, you got one in. Good for you.”

Justin barks out a laugh, “Fuck you.”

The hand on his throat tightens, just a little. Just enough for him to feel it. Ryan gives him that mean smile again. “Yeah. You’re gonna eat those words, Morrow.”

Apparently that’s all the adjustment time he’s getting, and Ryan snaps his hips up. Justin jolts forward, catching himself with his hands on Ryan’s chest and he sucks in a shuddering breath. He lets him set the pace, and knows it’s probably easier that way. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees Ricky’s there, waiting.

“Come on,” Ryan says almost impatiently. The whole talking around Justin thing shouldn’t be doing it for him, yet it is. When Ricky crowds up behind him, fingers absently teasing over his rim where it’s stretched around Ryan’s cock, Justin doesn't think he’s going to survive this at all. Ryan stops moving. “Hold still. Trust me.”

“I do,” Justin blurts out. “I trust you both.”

Ricky braces a hand in between Justin’s shoulder blades, and Justin’s mouth falls open as he feels him sliding in alongside Ryan. It’s more than a stretch, and it’s both uncomfortable and everything he wants. Ryan keeps his hold on Justin’s throat, keeping his eyes on him, obviously checking for any signs that Justin would want to stop. But he couldn't imagine it. He’s suddenly so full that all he can do is breathe in through his nose and try not to claw his way through Ryan’s chest. It doesn’t register to him right away that one of them is talking to him, not until Ricky threads his fingers through Justin’s hair and pulls his head back.

“How does that feel?”

“It’s alotta dick.” Justin’s voice comes out high because of the angle Ricky’s holding him at. “It’s good. Great even. It would be better if you’d move.”

Ricky gives his hair another tug and Justin gasps and writhes up to try and lessen the tension, but it’s no use. Ryan’s no help either, because he wraps his hand around Justin’s cock and starts moving it slowly while both he and Ricky are just inside him, not doing anything.

“Fuck, please, okay I will beg if I have to,” Justin tries to move himself and finds that he can’t, not unless he were to really push for it, but he doesn’t have the brain capacity for it right now. “There is no way you assholes haven’t done this to someone else, fuck.”

“I don’t know about you Rick, but I think he’s ready.”

“Fuck you,” Justin says again, more breathless than the last time.

Ricky lets go of his hair, and pushes him forward, just a little bit more. Ryan’s hand that isn’t on his cock wraps around his jaw, and he feels the bite of his rings as he holds onto his face while Ricky pulls out slowly and shoves back in less slowly, and then Ryan rocks his hips up. All Justin can do is take it, his body pinned between them as they set a pace that makes his brain melt out of his ears. He’s as pliant as he can be, moving with each hard thrust in and slow drag out. Ryan’s let go of Justin’s cock only for him to be able to rub off against Ryan’s stomach while he presses those fingers into his mouth against Justin’s tongue.

“Is it too much?” Ricky asks as he mouths along Justin’s spine.

He can’t speak around Ryan’s fingers, so he just nods his head, pushes back into them as much as he can. It is too much, but it’s exactly what he wants. Ricky grabs onto Justin’s hips harder, yanking him into each thrust while Ryan holds him still. He keeps him grounded. Justin feels like he’s going to melt right off of this bed, off of the fucking planet. Ryan’s wet fingers drag down his face and Justin ducks down to kiss him. Sweat drips down onto Ryan’s chest, stings the little scratches that Ricky’s leaving on his hips and back. 

“You gonna come?” Ryan nips at Justin’s mouth, grins when he nods rapidly. “What about you, Rick?”

“Justin, you gotta tell us if we can come inside—”

“Way to ask now,” Justin mutters, looking over his shoulder. “It’s fine I know you’re both clean.”

Ricky groans and laughs, pressing his forehead against Justin’s back as his thrusts grow shallow and stuttered. He can’t actually feel it when Ricky comes, but he definitely feels it when he pulls out, slumping into Justin as Ryan uses the opportunity to fuck up into him roughly. It gives Justin room to be able to move now and he braces his hands on Ryan’s chest, grinding down on him with every thrust upward. Ricky’s at his side now, plastered against him and reaching between them to get his hand on Justin’s dick. His chin digs into Justin’s shoulder, and he feels his eyes burning into the side of his face.

“Hey Justin,” he says, voice casual as ever as he strokes his cock. “You’ve been so good for us.”

“The best,” Ryan groans out in agreement. He grabs onto Justin’s hips hard and holds him down on his cock, and comes inside of him. “Now you.”

It only takes a few more twists of Ricky’s hand for Justin to come all over his fist and Ryan’s stomach. He slumps forward a little, trying to catch his breath. Ricky pets his hand through his hair, and Ryan pulls him down for a slow kiss. When he turns his head, Ricky is there for kisses of his own. Finally, he’s able to lift himself up off of Ryan and fall onto the bed between the two of them.

“Now how do you feel?” Ricky asks. It’s impossible to miss the snark in his voice, and Justin tries to slap at him but it requires too much effort.

Ryan gives him another hard slap to his hip before he pushes himself out of the bed. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question.”

“I don’t have the spoons to answer your questions right now. Ask me again in an hour,” Justin somehow manages to twist himself over onto his back. He grimaces as he can feel the come dripping out of him as he moves. “Oh, I feel that.”

Ricky snorts, propping his chin up on Justin’s chest while Ryan disappears into the bathroom. “How against pictures are—”

“If you take out your camera and try to ask me for an update, you’ll never be allowed near my ass again.”

Ricky starts to say something, but Ryan tosses him a damp cloth that hits him directly in the face.

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Single Lyrics Chapter 7 - Ryan Sitkowski

AN: They finally make up.... mostly, but we are not over yet :) Also I have kind of hinted at who I envisioned her father to be throughout this story, curious if anyone has put two and two together!

“I’ll be by soon for this, I just wanted to get Violet in bed for the night first if that is okay?” Ryan messaged you, reminding you of the impending doom that is coming with this conversation.  

You don’t want to have it, to have to discuss one of the hardest things you have been through.  It’s scary, what if his reasoning was good? Or what if it was awful and ruins everything all over again… not that things are exactly good right now anyways but what if?

“Stop overthinking shit,” you see on your phone and almost laugh when you see it is from Vinny.

“I swear to god you are a mind reader sometimes… thank you,” you respond back with a smile, feeling a little better.

About 20 minutes later there is a knock on your hotel door and you let out a sigh before getting up and opening it, better get this done and over with right?

Or maybe you’ll just die inside and be let out of your contract?

At this point either option seems reasonable if you had to say so yourself.

“Hey, you can sit wherever,” you say softly, moving to settle back in your chair by the window so that you can look at it and not at the guitarist.  You know that is a dick move but you just can’t bring yourself to look at him right now, Justin tried telling you that he is sorry for the fight but you are still hurt and you don’t want to see that he is sorry on his face.

“I want you to ask me anything, seriously anything that you want to know and I will be honest y/n.  I realized that we have been avoiding talking about it and that isn’t the way that we move past things.   But first I want to apologize for kissing you yesterday how I did, I just thought that you were saying that is what you wanted and I have been wanting it… I shouldn’t have cornered you and just went for it.  I realized after that I was wrong,” he says, talking soft and you are pretty sure it is just to try and keep things from exploding like yesterday.

“Why were you so upset when I wanted to resign yesterday? I offered to find someone else who would be great and would be less of a problem and you seemed genuinely upset,” you ask softly, glancing over at him long enough that you could see he looked like shit, like he was upset.  

And now you are even more confused, why is he upset about any of this? All he should care about is that Violet is being taken care of, so why does he care that you are wanting to go? Especially when you said you would find help, you are nothing that special in the grand scheme of things.

“Violet loves you, you are amazing with her and more than what you need to be.  Even yesterday when you were upset and wanted to get away from me you took time to hug her and reassure her that nothing was wrong when she wanted one from you.  There are times I am with her and she asks for you.  She seems a lot happier than she was before and I know it is because of how much love you share with her, because you know what it is like to lose parents and you know how to approach that with her and still make her feel loved.” He pauses for a second, before continuing.

“I feel like we need you, not just her but both of us.  You have helped me learn so many things with how to take care of a little child that I didn’t know.  You have shown me countless moments of forgiveness and compassion.  I know you don’t see it but it’s starting to feel like you are a part of this family I have with her, that you are needed.  I’m not ready to see you go, I don’t want it to be someone else here helping me take care of her.  I want it to be you.”

This is when you now take the time to turn and look at him, in shock.  You didn’t expect anything genuinely serious from him, or this emotional.  This is why you didn’t want to do this, you knew that his answers would draw you in and make you want him more and that is the problem, you want him but can’t have him.

“But I-I’m not part of your family with her Ryan, I’m just her nanny,” you say softly, looking at him and hoping your shock isn’t written on your face at his words.  But it probably is, because you can already feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“You have been her family for awhile now, the night she was sick and you sang your dads song to her I knew that you were.  You always said that if you had a child that would be what you would sing to them when they needed comfort and then you did it with her, that night I sat there listening to you longer than I probably should have but it made me start thinking things differently… made me realize how much we both need you, not just her.  Listen, I know I fucked up but I have been trying to figure out how to fix it, I have been trying to show you that you mean a lot to me but apparently I have done it wrong.” He admits, letting out a sigh of his own. “I want you to ask me what you actually want to, why I suddenly ghosted you and said what I did to Miranda back then.  Please, let me explain.”

“Ryan,” you turn to look at him this time, wanting him to know that you are serious about this.

“I’m scared to know, I am scared to know because what if it hurts me all over again? Or worse, what if it's something that you meant well and I then hate myself for resenting you for so long? I want to know but I don’t want to decide myself if I do or not, taking that power back and asking myself….” you cut yourself off, feeling a couple of the stray tears starting to hit your cheeks now that you finally can’t hold them back anymore.

“Ask me, let me tell you.  Please?” He begs, meeting your eyes with an intensity behind them. “If you hate me then you hate me after, but I want to tell you, please?”

You think about it for a minute, both of you sitting there in awkward silence while you decide if you actually want to know or not.  You can’t outweigh the thoughts that want to know, know why he chose to do that to you, especially when you swear things we’re going so well.  

“Okay, why, why did you?” You can’t even bring yourself to fully voice it, still hurt just thinking about what happened, how you lost multiple friends in the process of it all.  

“Your sister Taylor begged me to leave you, said she didn’t want to see you hurt while I was gone because it was going to happen.  That she watched how much your dad hurt her mother, hurt your mother with cheating, drinking, and all of it on the road,” he pauses, letting out a sigh. 

“She said that she would tell you I was caught with someone else, make you think that I betrayed you like that if I didn’t leave you first.  The sad part is she had me convinced that I was going to do it to you, that I would eventually fuck things up so I just gave up on us because I thought you deserved that.  I swear I tried to reach out when I heard a couple days later your father died but everyone talked me out of it, said there was no way to explain anything to you without hurting you more when you already were hurting so bad.  I shouldn’t have listened to anyone, but I did and I let it fuck things up.  But to be fair no matter what I did I wouldn’t have won, you never would have believed your sister was lying. It was easier to try and tell you that I wanted someone better, to make you think that I was an asshole and to make you hate me than it would have been to let you think I cheated, I can’t explain it but we all were protecting you in our own fucked up ways during an awful time of your life. I know that was all she was doing, and by me going along with it and just up and leaving you, it was my way of trying to protect you because I felt that you would be hurt more if you thought I cheated over if you thought I decided you weren't enough. I’m sorry, I wanted to be there for you.  If you look at photos from those first couple weeks after you can even see that I was a fucking wreck but I did what I felt I had to and I regret it all the fucking time.”

By this point you can see the sincerity on his face, in fact he looks as distraught as you feel.  Both of you are silent as you try to read what the other one is thinking, because neither of you know how this is going to go now that the truth is out there.  How this will change things, Ryan feels a little relief getting it all out there, and you do feel a little closure now that it is out there.

“I’m so fucking sorry, and I know I have said that a lot but I can never say it enough.  And I get if you don’t believe me, or if you can’t forgive me because when you needed me I wasn’t there for you,” he continues to ramble now, just trying to fill the silence because it is making him anxious while he thinks about it. “I know you were extremely close to him and….”

“Ryan, shut the fuck up and give me a moment please.  I fucking believe you, I can tell how genuine you are being but it is changing the way I think of a lot of things and I don’t know how I want to take that.  Especially when I never actually fell out of love with you, and now… do you still?” you ask, without straight up asking… almost scared to do so.

“Do I want this with you? Do I love and care about you? The answer to everything is yes, and I have been trying to show you this.  Why do you think that when you were sick I made sure to leave soup and medicine outside of your hotel room? Who do you think left you flowers in your bunk while you were gone on the anniversary of when your father died? Actually I have sent you some every year. I just never signed the card… who do you think is the one who buys you coffee half the time when you wake up and there is one on the counter?  You may not realize it is me, but it has been.  I just didn’t have the guts to say it was me.”

“That was you who sent them every year? I never fucking knew that, Ryan… that is so sweet, all of it is.”  By this point you are no longer fighting tears, they are streaming steadily down your face, as you accept everything.

Both of you sit there quietly for a moment, you now watching out the window again as you try to process everything.  You don’t notice that he moved until one of his hands rests on your face, using his thumb to brush the tears away as they fall.  Both of you are silent as you take in the moment, take in the fact that both of you never got over what happened between you.  You never realized that it still hurt him, and he never realized that you never fell out of love with him.

“I want you in my life, I want you in Violet’s.  I fucking love you, more so every day when I watch you with her.  Please, can we try things again?” he asks, turning your head so that you meet his eyes.

“If I say yes I have rules, I don’t want her to see things between us at first.  That way if it doesn’t work she isn’t hurt…. And we both have to start being honest about things,” you say softly, trying not to come across soft.

“Whatever you want, and if you don’t want this I can live with that… I deserve that honestly.” He says, suddenly aware of how close the two of you are.

Neither of you move, suddenly aware that the two of you are next to each other, touching.  Both of you are vulnerable, unsure what to do but wanting to do something.  You finally move, wrapping your arms around him, catching him completely off guard and after hesitating he wraps his arms tightly around you as well, pulling you into his chest as you both relax in the embrace.  

Neither of you are sure of what exactly is happening, but it sure feels right.

….. But then your moment is interrupted.

“Dude, fucking kiss her already!” you hear through the door, followed by an Owww.  You are assuming that whoever is next to Vinny, listening in to everything, just smacked him after he called out to the two of you. 

“You just got us caught dumbass,” you hear Ricky groan.

“Even if we kissed you wouldn’t know for sure…. Wait, who is watching violet if you are all listening through the door in the hallway?” Ryan asks, laughing.

“She’s sleeping, we have the baby monitor, it’s all good. Now kiss dumbass,” Chris yells this time, taking Vinny’s side and agreeing that is just what you need to do. “ Kiss and make up, get it over with.  Everyone has been waiting for it, the two of you have been waiting for it.”

“Wait, are literally all of you out there?” You ask, now curious if everyone is waiting out there for the two of you to make up, and slightly embarrassed.

“.... no,” Justin answers softly, before you hear a bunch of footsteps running away down the hallway making you laugh.  Of course everyone was listening in on this, why does it not shock you that those nosey jerks were.  You can’t help but smile though, knowing that everyone is supporting the two of you, even if their way of showing it sucks.

“So can I?” Ryan asks, glancing down at you from where you are still hugging him, wanting to feel him close to you.

“I mean we better give the fanclub what they want before they all kill us in our sleep,” you joke with a smile, trying to ease the tension that is building between the two of you at the moment.

Both of you lock eyes for a few moments before he finally does, leaving a soft, gentle, breathtaking kiss on your lips that leaves both of you silent afterwards as you sit there processing everything.

Suddenly both of your phones ding, and you look down seeing a message from Justin in a group chat he made.

“I’ve got Violet tonight, enjoy your time together,” you both read and then smile before slowly making your way over to the bed.  Many soft kisses and cuddles shared that night as you bask in the afterglow of finally fixing things between both of you, not letting yourselves worry about where things are going yet.  That sounds like tomorrow's problem… and it will be, you have plans to call your sister in the morning.

[ladyveronikawrites]

WIP: Kinktober Edition

COUNTDOWN TO KINKTOBER!

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WHAT I'M WORKING ON

BAD OMENS

BRIDGE PART THREE (Omens! gang bang - leather fetish, boots)

You take his cock so well, doll You want another? (Ruffilo x Jolly x Noah x Reader - Sensory Deprivation, voice kink)

IMPOLITE PART FIVE (Noah x Jolly x oc - Service Submission, tasks, and assignments)

Puppy Play Date! (Pup!Noah x Pup!Folio x Owner!Ruffilo - collaring)

IF PAIN IS BEAUTY, I'M A PRETTY BITCH (Noah x FemDom OC Vivian - Chastity, Humiliation, Sissification//feminization)

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE

oh no, my boyfriend's a vampire (Chris x Nicky - vampire boyfriends/breath play)

Come on Chloe, It's just a haunted house (Stepbrother!Justin x Bio Brother’s Best Friend!Vinny x OC -boots/haunted house)

more cocks more fun right? (Chris x Justin x Rick x Ryan x vinny x oc - multiple penetration /voyeurism) 

You got that dawg in you? (Owner!Ryan x Pup!Vinny x oc - tasks and assignments - body worship)

She's going to drive them wild (Chris x Rick x reader - leather/latex -femdom)

A little gift for you👑- Ryan x Vinny x Sasha

“Yes, master,” Vinny nods his head excitedly and starts to pant.

“Dash, come here,” Sasha pats on the bed beside her. Vinny leaps onto the bed without a second thought, sitting prettily near his master’s girlfriend. “Good boy,” she coos caressing his cheek before scratching behind his ears.

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Fucking Around

Ryan Sitkowski x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Just fluff, mentions of cussing.

Background - You're friends with Ryan, and one day while visiting, you decide to prank him. He decides to get you back.

You've been staying with Ryan for the week, and currently he was streaming. You decide to be annoying and move his food somewhere in the fridge.

After you do so, you go back to the couch like nothing happened.

20 minutes later

You're currently on your phone while watching something on TV, when Ryan walks in the kitchen.

He opens the fridge, and you chuckle quietly.

"Where the fuck is my food?" He questions.

"I dunno." You reply, scrolling through twitter on your phone.

"Hmm…" He says.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing, I could've sworn I had my food on the top shelf." He says.

"Unless someone moved it.." You say laughing.

"Y/n, I swear to god. I'm getting you back for this." He says, putting a hand over his face.

"I'd like to see you try, child." You laugh.

"Challenge accepted. Expect the unexpected." He smirks.

"We'll see about that." You laugh.

For the rest of the night you both just chill, and watch whatever is on TV.

The next morning, you open your eyes…

"What the fuck!" You say, jumping out of bed.

What was there, you may ask? A jumpscare image on the ceiling.

Your phone goes off.

You check your phone, and a text from Ryan pops up.

"Hahahahahah", the message said.

"fuck you lol" you reply.

"i'm not finished btw, be careful :)" he replies.

"why" you say.

"because" he says.

"because…why?" you ask.

"that's what you get for hiding my food" he replies.

"god" you reply.

"my name isn't god but thank you for the compliment :)" he says.

"okay lol" you say.

You sigh, and put your phone back on the bedside table. Then you take a shower in the guest bathroom, and get dressed.

After you get done, you grab your phone and go straight to the kitchen for some food.

Ryan is waiting there, and as he sees you walk in he starts laughing hysterically.

"I'm gonna fucking end you Ryan." You say, glaring at him. Your hands are also on your hips.

"I'd like to see you try" He says laughing.

For the rest of the day, both of you terrorize each other.

[daddyhausen]

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[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Thirty

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier, @faceless-mirror & @comforting-madness

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: And we hit 30 chapters! Still going strong!

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, kidnapping, suicidal ideation, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Thirty

Vinny had woken up at her usual time, finishing the cake for Riyah’s breakfast, leaving a note it was for Riyah only. Then she headed down to open the shop with a smile on her lips, and a hopeful twinkle in her green eyes as she did.

Chris was happy to be up with Vinny, helping her in the café, feeling like himself. Everything felt like it was falling into place, and yet, at the same time, there was so much that could go sideways. It wasn’t his job anymore to consider the multitude of things that could go wrong, but he refused to put it all on Gwynn. Didn’t mean he wanted to tackle it all this morning, not when he had time with his mate. He was spending it helping her, carrying a rack of baked goods and sliding the muffins into the glass display case.

Noah was upstairs, snuggled up to Riyah where he had stayed the night, a soft sound as he nuzzled to the gargoyle hoping to wake him, he wanted to go downstairs… he could smell food. He could smell the coffee. Obviously, he was hungry, and so that meant one thing. Hungry, time for breakfast. Wake up Riyah. He butted his shoulder with his head again.

As the pair was up and preparing for the day, Riyah was still sound asleep. Worn out from yesterday, the gargoyle was curled up on one of the beds with Noah, and he had the small bobcat with him. At the small sound and nuzzle, he stirred a bit while he went to nuzzle him back, but was still asleep. Unaware that the younger male wants to go downstairs, and he groans softly, stretching with a yawn after the small headbutt to his shoulder.

“‘M awake…” Riyah drawled as he glanced at his friend and wrinkled up his nose at the smell of food. His brain cannot process what he's smelling, so it's… odd to him.  Moving to sit up now, the gargoyle rubs his eyes with a yawn and then looks to Noah. “Let's get you something to eat, yeah?”

Noah vibrated as he purred, rubbing himself against Riyah as the gargoyle was waking up. Yes, yes food, he was already starving. 

A quiet laugh left him, petting his friend for a moment before picking him up. “C'mon you walking bottomless pit,” Riyah quipped softly as he stood up with Noah and made his way down to the café with him. He was more awake now despite his head being a little foggy with sleep, but he now can breathe in easily without wanting to gag. Nonetheless, here he was down in the café with Noah and went to sit down.

Vinny smiled, touching Chris's shoulder. “Baby. Go ahead and pull out three yogurt parfaits, and a dozen muffins. I'm gonna make Riyah a smoothie and one for Noah.” she said warmly, kissing his cheek.

Nodding, “I’ll finish setting up the display.” Oh, Chris liked helping, however he could. He might not be able to do things, like having worked out how to use the machines Chenza used to make the smoothies and the coffees that she served people with, but he certainly liked helping however he could. Setting out the cakes and the muffins all fancy and decorative like, that was fun, and not something he would get to do normally. Noah, meanwhile, while he perked up at the idea of a smoothie, was paying close attention to the apple crumble muffins that grandpa Chris was building into a fancy little tower on the counter. Pretty.

Riyah, on the other hand, had his head down, still holding Noah close but, of course, with wiggle room for his friend. He was tired, still a little out of it as he also watched Chris set up the muffins. Shifting to get comfortable in his seat, he goes to lightly scratch under Noah’s chin and ears. “I see you eyeing the muffins,” he mused, “I'm not stopping you.” As much as he would probably do the opposite, he can't be bothered because there was no point when it came to Noah and food. He's learned to not worry about it… 

Glancing over to the kitchen, he wanted to go in and help, but right now, he'd be in the way. Riyah has always struggled with waking up properly, especially now since he's used to being more awake in the evenings. But it was always hard to wake up after a stressful day, so right now he'll stay put and watch his sister as best as he can.

Vinny smiled, making a rich fruity smoothie, adding in green tea powder to help Riyah wake up. Noah's was simple. Strawberries and blueberries with lots of ice and a good helping of yogurt. She walked them over and offered Riyah’s before setting Noah’s down in a big bowl. “Papa is bringing some muffins and yogurt parfaits for you.” She mentioned gently, “Enjoy the smoothie, Riyah. You come help when you're ready.” She said fondly, offering him a hair tie.

Noah purred loudly the moment that Chenza, Vinny, he wasn’t sure which name he was supposed to know her by, he’d heard everyone call her by both. He figured, when he could ask her properly, which she preferred him call her, and he would. Still, the purr escaped him the moment the bowl of fruity goodness was set down before him and he was lapping it up with abandon. It disappeared in his belly without any remorse whatsoever. 

Chris chuckled watching Noah ravage his breakfast, it was safe to say he was enjoying it, “I don’t think he is ever going to question any meal put in front of him. Somehow, I used to think that worried me about Justin.” Justin couldn’t even touch Noah from the look of it, and the youngest gargoyle, had no idea, no idea. Chris started putting together the promised plate of muffins and yogurts for their table when some early customers were coming in from the street.

As soon as his and Noah’s smoothies were set in front of them both, he watched as the kitten wasted no time to go face-first into the bowl. He carefully held him back so that he wouldn't fall into the bowl, grabbing for his own smoothie with a soft ‘thanks’ to his sister. Now, when she mentioned that he could go help whenever he was ready to, he just made a soft noise of acknowledgement as he sipped happily on his drink while taking the hair tie from Vinny. 

“I'll be there soon,” he whispered while he held on to Noah gently. “Just… let me gather my bearings, okay? I know you said whenever I'm ready, but… it may be for a bit before I go help.”

“And that's more than okay. You can even just watch today if you need. No rush, Ry.” She said warmly and contently, smiling at him gently. She chuckled, seeing Noah's excitement over his smoothie bowl. “If you need another, just tell me, okay?”

Noah finished his smoothie, practically crawling as best he could out of Riyah’s arms into the bowl to lick the porcelain clean. Now, while he might have taken up on the offer for another, and he was sorely tempted by it, he had another idea when he heard someone creeping down the stairs. The moment his grandfather set the plate of muffins and yogurts on the table, Noah had snagged up one of the muffins with his mouth and leapt from the table, running for the stairs.

Folio woke slowly, blinking sleepily at the sleepy gargoyle, nuzzling against him, as cute and amazing Atsuko was, yesterday had been intense. He’d learned so much yesterday, not just yesterday the last forty-eight hours, about himself, about his, his brother… He wasn’t sure what to think about most of it… He had a mate… He was a reincarnated gargoyle… what did that really mean? Shade and Riyah had thought he was someone called Temperance, but… he wasn’t? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, he’d thought they were his friends because they liked him, not because they’d thought they already knew him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. 

If he remembered everything correctly, he wasn’t the only reincarnated gargoyle, taking in a breath, he decided he wanted to talk to the only other person that might understand this feeling. Slipping out from under Atsuko’s arm, hopefully before he fully woke up, and slipped out of the room. Heading downstairs, he smirked as he passed Noah on the stairs, racing past with a massive muffin sticking out of his tiny mouth.

Riyah ran his fingers through his curls as he drank his smoothie, watching Noah for a moment and didn't stop the younger from slipping out of his grasp. But when he heard Vinny, he just looked at her silently and nodded before finishing up his drink. The idea of a second one would be nice but not right at that moment and tilts his head as soon as he hears someone making their way down the stairs. A sigh left him as he witnessed Noah being a little muffin thief and chuckles.

Pulling his hair back, he stood up and wandered into the kitchen with his empty cup before moving to stand-off to the side. Moving to perch himself on the counter once again, he was out of Vinny’s way and could grab something for her if she needed it. Today is an observation day for him.

She smiled softly, “Mind handing me the strawberry purée, Riyah? It’s labelled. The muffins and everything look stunning, Chris- Noah share with your brother-” she called.

Chris was lucky he was able to save the muffins from tumbling when Noah decided to steal his trophy before he stole away to the stairs and made his escape. It was then he saw his brother, Nicholai, well, Folio now, on the staircase, half asleep he seemed and stumbling down. “I doubt that will be the case. Would you like something for breakfast, Folio?”

The werewolf blinked blearily towards Noah’s grandfather, if he was honest, he was still trying to figure out what to make of some people here. Not that he thought that there was anything wrong with them, he’d mostly been focused on the cute one, the one upstairs. However, after yesterday, his feelings there, knowing there was so much history, and he apparently had a whole other life, he wasn’t sure what to think. As for breakfast, walking over more, were they kidding, “Is the Pope Catholic?”

Riyah snorted as soon as he heard that question from Folio and then glanced towards the younger, smiling a little before it disappeared while turning his attention to the task at hand now. Sliding off the counter, he goes to grab the strawberry purée. “Here you go,” the gargoyle said softly while handing it over to Vinny, and went to sit on the counter again. As he was sitting in silence, he stared at nothing in particular while fighting the dreaded thoughts of Folio. 

It wasn’t anything bad in particular, but it wasn’t all that great either. Riyah dreaded the idea that the wolf would think that he and Shade were only friends with him because of… him. Yes, they thought he was Temperance at first, but then they saw Folio as a completely different individual compared to his twin. They’d still befriended him because they care about him a lot, and he couldn’t help but feel like there's a weight there on him, and he set his jaw. 

“Thank you- I use some strawberry in the cold foam when people want a white chocolate strawberry cold foam latte. I’ll show you how to make one so you can drink it. I think you might like it, and it might help you wake up more.”

Chris smiled as he watched as his mate took the fixings that Riyah handed over so she could make up a new smoothie for the ravenous werewolf. Chuckling himself at the coin of term, that was an old one, it was nicer than some of the things that mortals say these days, besides… he had asked a stupid question. “If she says it’ll wake you up, you might just be wired all day.”

Now that caught Folio’s attention, he wasn’t sure how gargoyles ate, but if it was anything like Noah, or Shade… then Vinny might have something going. Glancing towards Riyah, he wasn’t sure what to say, before looking towards Vinny, “Sure, I love strawberries, and the best part about being a werewolf is chocolate does nothing to me… despite my brother's childhood efforts to convince me otherwise.” She had said there was chocolate in the drink.

As much as Riyah would like to be more awake, it wasn’t now. He'd rather not be wired all day and unable to sleep when he wants to. Looking at Vinny, he just shook his head and smiled softly. “Thanks, sis, but no, thank you. I'll be okay,” he declined quietly. When he felt eyes on him, even for just a brief moment, the gargoyle looked to Folio as soon as he spoke to Vinny. He huffs out a soft laugh at the thought of Noah trying to stop Folio from eating certain things.

Soft thumps were made against the bottom cabinets with his heels as he began to fidget and pursed his lips. He wasn’t sure what to say to the wolf and fuck, does he want to talk to him, but he was never a great conversationalist. 

Chenza sighed but smiled softly at Riyah, “Okay. But I’ll make you another smoothie as soon as you want, okay?” She asked and pushed over the cold foam to Folio, helping Chris fill a tray with snacks and breakfast items, including egg filled bell peppers with bacon. 

Folio was happy to accept the drink that Riyah didn’t want, lifting the cup and drinking at the latte with a groan while Vinny and Chris tended to the food… Oh, oh, the food. Yeah, he wasn’t going to lie, he was eyeing some of those snacks and some of those goodies on the breakfast tray looked scrumptious. Noah might have taken off with the muffin, but he missed out on the egg and bacon man, how had he missed out on the egg and bacon. His loss, his loss! 

“So, ah, Vinny…” Folio started licking his lips from the cold foam latte, the strawberry tasted absolutely delicious. He could definitely get used to living here. Not that he wouldn’t be just as happy with the coffee machine they had at home that they would no doubt have in their alcove once they finished moving, but, come on… “What do you call these?”

Vinny and her offers… Riyah thought as he just nods without a word. Thumping his heels slightly against the cabinets still, he stops and tilts his head slightly as he leans back on his hands while watching his sister slide the drink over to Folio. The habit of not eating much was going to bite him in the ass, but he didn't care. He just pursed his lips while watching the wolf for a bit, smiling a little. Just the way he was eyeing the food made him want to laugh. 

Folio’s always had a massive appetite, and the gargoyle always found it hilarious when the brothers had an eating competition. It was silly in his opinion, and yet, he never bothered to stop them. If he thought about it, no one really did. Once he heard Folio speak, he hums softly and looks towards his sister.

“Egg stuffed bell peppers- I hope you like them.” She said, setting one beside Riyah, and setting one in Chris's hand. “Please give one to Noah too. This one's extra spicy for him.”

Chris lifted his eyes towards the chairs where Noah had disappeared to, he at first had thought he had headed up to his brother, but Folio was here in the café now. The vampires had already left before the dawn. Knowing Atsuko was asleep upstairs, and Noah might be exploring up there, going to find him, was curious. Biting into his bell pepper, it was delicious, he’d take Noah’s up his later.

Folio drank from more of his coffee while he munched on the stuffed bell pepper and damn, was it good, nodding as he washed more of it down. Nodding with the mouthful before he swallowed, “This is so, so good, thank you!”

It was about then, a customer came in through the front door and Folio quickly got out of the way so he could get to the counter. “You need to try those.” And quickly took another bite before drinking more of his coffee.

Riyah looks down to the stuffed bell pepper that was left for him, grabbing it and takes a bite. He perks up some as he chews, sighing softly before glancing out of the kitchen. “Thanks, Vin,” He murmured while sliding off the counter again, he went to sit in the café instead of in the kitchen. The gargoyle was silent while he ate his breakfast, tilting his head some as he saw Chris looking to where Noah had run off and nodded to Vinny’s words.

Her food was always good, especially her treats. 

As there was a person coming in, he watched Folio move out of the way and chuckled when the wolf had recommended the customer Vinny’s stuffed bell peppers. 

Vinny smiled, “Thank you, Folio, feel free to eat as many as you like. I can always make more.” She said before turning her attention to the customer, taking his order and getting him a pepper with a smile.

She had the feeling she would make more for tonight’s patrol. Vinny knew Justin and Ryan would devour a whole tray given a chance. “I'm trying out new items for fast, easy meals on the go for the café and for at night.” She commented, moving to make the man's coffee.

Chris moved to sit with Riyah, chuckling as Folio scooped up a couple more of the bell peppers with Vinny’s encouragement with a cheeky little smile. The werewolf stayed by the side while she moved around making the new customer's orders and waited until he was heading out. By that time, Folio had managed to scarf down more than a few of the peppers, his focus on Vinny.

“So um, um… Vinny, or um, do you actually prefer Vinny or Chenza? I’ve heard the others call you both. Which would you prefer us call you?” Folio glanced back to Riyah and Noah’s grandfather, he knew Noah would want to know, knowing that this was, she was his grandmother… he would care.

When Chris sat by him, Riyah acknowledged the elder gargoyle with a small nod. His attention was on Vinny as she worked, fulfilling the man's order and then as Folio began to speak, he glanced between the two. Having finished his pepper, he had his arms crossed and remains silent while waiting to see what Vinny would say. If anything, he was sure she didn't mind either, but what did he know? All he did know was that she responds to both—

As he sat there, Riyah bit his lip and looked away from his sister and his friend. If… If they were even friends still. Clicking his tongue in slight annoyance with himself, he just ran a hand over his face while trying not to work himself up again. He was just tired at this point. 

She hummed softly, “Honestly… I haven't thought about it before- I mean, not that much. I don't mind, either… but I think Chenza is a name I’ll reserve for only around close friends and family. Which everyone here is part of that circle.” She said gently, smiling, before grabbing another pepper and set it by Riyah.

Chris smiled softly at the way his darling mate was welcoming him back into the fold with such ease, whether Folio realized it or not, not to mention the way she was setting food by her brother. He was used to that himself, she’d been doing the same thing for him for as long as she’d been here, since before she’d met him. Before she’d met him face to face at least, she’d been leaving drinks, food, treats up in the rectory, between Ricky and her they’d been feeding them from the start.

Folio was surprised to hear that, and yet, he blinked… He had been about to reach for another bell pepper, but then paused. Unsure about how he felt about being considered close friend and family to her, when he didn’t actually know her. He supposed… Noah, was her family, he was her grandson, but she didn’t have to force that tie with him, he wasn’t going to make her consider him… Then there was… 

“You, I um, you are a reborn gargoyle too, right? Do you, well,” Glancing towards Chris and Riyah before back to the woman behind the counter, not sure if he should ask but, he needed to know. The cup in his hands, empty by now, it was nothing but something to keep them busy as he fiddled, he wasn’t good at being still, he never was. “Ah, what’s it like?”

Riyah had grabbed his second stuffed pepper that Vinny had left for him, knowing what she was doing yet again but made no comment about it. He really didn't want either her or Folio on his ass for not eating, the latter having to deal with that for as long as he's known him. Eating slowly, he just listened to the two talk and leaned back in his seat. Seeing how open his sister was, especially when it came to himself, he wondered how Folio was feeling about that, but then with the way he hesitated… of course, he was unsure. Not that he blames him, either.

When Folio asks his sister about being reborn, he tilts his head slightly and looks at her. Riyah did wonder that himself, but he's still trying to get used to whether she's even there.

She smiled, “It's strange. After I remembered, the first thing I wanted to do was fly… I also wanted to be as close to Chris as I could be… sometimes the memories are foggy but other times… They're so clear.” She explained, tenderly offering him another of the egg peppers.

The werewolf was strangely tentative when he accepted the pepper this time, taking the bite and munching with almost a strangled sound in his throat in his struggle… His confusion entirely mental as he went over this new information. Folio was not a person to temper himself, he would just usually blast out questions a mile a minute at people. He was confused about countless things right now, and he was not sure how to feel about it. Swallowing… “So… so you remember…”

Folio sighed, thinking about how Riyah and Shade had thought he was their friend, and he wasn’t… How Vinny was Noah’s Grandfather’s mate and he… he was supposed to be that one, Atsuko, his mate… Folio swallowed slightly, there had been a name mentioned, he couldn’t remember what the name was, he’d caught it though, there had been a name. 

“Have you always remembered? Did you know me? Do you remember me?” 

Then there came the rapid fire questions.

It was tense, or at least he himself felt that way. It wasn't that he didn't want to hear this, Riyah just was never really one to stay and listen unless he had to. So here he was just listening to Vinny and Folio talk, wishing he could help the younger male but didn't want to interfere. It was really off-putting with how tentative the wolf was — how careful even, and he pursed his lips before shoving the rest of the pepper into his mouth to keep himself silent.

And then there's the rapid fire questions from Folio, making the gargoyle snort softly, but was still busy chewing.

Vinny smiled softly, “We were so close. Not as close as you and ‘Suko… but… Chris, you're taking over, I'm gonna talk to Nickie.” she said firmly, moving around the counter with a tray of muffins. “Riyah you can come with, if you want.” She added, leading the way to a quiet place.

“I remember almost everything.” she admitted, sitting down in a booth.

Chris stood from the café table he’d been sitting at with Riyah when Chenza called for him to take over. While he wasn’t the best with the coffee machine, he was learning some… and if there were any complex orders, he knew he could call for help at any time. So as she slipped out from behind the counter, he took her place, as he did, offering the werewolf a small smile. He hadn’t known the younger nearly as well as Chenza, so she would be the better one to talk to him, without question.

Folio did not roll his eyes at the snort that came from Riyah, he heard that, okay, so maybe he did. He, however, was absolutely not tempted to flip him off, he wasn’t, he was more mature than that thank you very much… Except that he wasn’t really mature at all, besides Riyah was making fun of him… asshole. 

Nickie… The only person who usually called him that was Noah, and usually when they were on their own these days, considering the nickname he’d taken centuries ago. Still, he found himself sitting with Vinny in one of the booths… so… she said they were close, and she remembered everything. As it was, last night had been so much information, too much, a mate, a past life, a twin brother that… that wasn’t just a gargoyle anymore, but a werewolf gargoyle that might have- no… Folio stopped that train of thought that moment if felt like his throat was about to close up in panic. He couldn’t deal with that today. He had enough to think about. Thinking about that last night had almost sent him into a panic attack, and he was not going to do that now.

“You remember everything? I’m sorry, I know it’s sort of rude, but you’re human, how old are you?” She was human, she was young… he was four hundred years old and remembered nothing. Was he… was this it? Was he just… defective? “Am I broken?”

Riyah had moved just as soon as Chris went off to take his sister's place, going to sit with her and Folio. Seated with the two, next to Vinny while being across from Folio, he managed to keep a straight face when he saw that the younger male rolled his eyes. He supposed their friendship was still there… Riyah always teased the wolf whenever he went on about everything and nothing at the same time, just nonstop talking. He and Shade would just stare, amused even, as the other would continue rambling.

But right now, Riyah remains silent and then sets his jaw the more the other two speak. The gargoyle knew nothing about reincarnation and how it works or happens, yet it seems to be stressing Folio out. A lot. Taking a deep breath as soon as he heard him question if he was broken, he shook his head. Riyah may not know what's going on in that head of his. Trauma? Maybe. Anything else? No. 

“No,” he said softly. 

“I'm only twenty-six. But I didn't remember until Chris saved me from a hellhound and fully explained what I saw… honestly, your trigger may have to do with Atsuko. But… you and I were menaces. I wasn't allowed to train you because Chris thought the world would end, which is why you were paired with Atsuko.” She explained, “You and I were energetic balls of fire.”

Folio glanced at Riyah when he said answered first. No. Yet, didn’t he get it? Folio was over four hundred years old, with seventy-five of those spending time with two gargoyles, how did he not know or remember anything? Yet here was Vinny right, who knows how long she’d been around the gargoyles here, and she remembered everything.  It was just, how could he not, just, just, trigger, great, he needed a trigger. Perfect. He was going to be broken forever.

He’d never been good at figuring things like that out. Noah always had to do that kind of thing for him, figuring out the puzzle pieces and pulling him along. Sure, kept his brother out of just as much trouble over the years, but that wasn’t the point.

Swallowing, he glanced back over to Chris at the mention of the other gargoyle, so he’d been the boss. Sounded about right. “Right, so, Noah’s grandpa has the final say, why do I feel like my brother is going to hold that over my head now.”

Riyah couldn’t help but shy away the moment Folio glanced at him, looking down. He would never understand the feeling nor would he ever experience that ever since he's never died. Close to it at times, but never. Furrowing his brow, he began to fidget with his shirt and sighed, wishing he had kept quiet. 

He wanted to leave, but he also didn’t want to just leave Folio alone. Riyah stays put, just keeping his head lowered now while listening to them.

Vinny gently touched Riyah's hand, offering to hold it for him. “You're not broken. Just takes a trigger… and not gonna lie I think I know your trigger… but you'd have to be emotionally prepared for it.” She mused softly.

Folio sat back in the bench seat of the booth silently, which was an odd moment for the werewolf. She thought she knew his trigger? Really? Now, Folio had no clue how old he had been when he had died when he was a gargoyle. He did not know anything about his life as a gargoyle aside from one, he never got to bond with his mate, and two, he was a menace alongside Chenza. This basically told him that for everything he knew, he had already been through fucking hell and back already in his second life, compared to his first. 

“I’m not entirely sure what you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I be emotionally prepared for something?” Well, aside from this brother… because if his trigger had anything to do with dealing with thinking about the creature that he thought might be what they had forced his brother to become… he might like to not remember.

Flinching as soon as Vinny touched his hand, Riyah glanced at her before pulling away slightly but hooks his pinky with hers instead. But what slightly confused him was when the human said that she knew Folio’s trigger, and he scowled. How in the hell would she know? He's one to talk since knows next to nothing about this, but that's beside the point. When he saw his friend sit back, he gently nudged Folio’s leg with his own to comfort him as best as he could. 

He wanted to say something, he really did, but the fear of bringing up his own issue with Folio stops him from doing so. Riyah didn't want to pile on the younger's internal struggle, especially with learning about his past life. The gargoyle may not know what happened in the past of Folio’s current life, but it seems a lot worse than his previous self.

“Vin,” he grumbled, “How the fuck would you know? I'm genuinely curious because– no. Never mind. Forget I even opened my mouth…”

“Well… it includes being chased by Atsuko again… and avoiding being caught…” she hesitated, glancing at Riyah in concern. “Riyah? I'm… sorry.” She frowned, she didn't know why she was apologizing, but she squeezed his pinky softly. “I'm sorry this is probably overwhelming…”

Folio glanced towards Riyah feeling him nudge his leg under the table, the comfort was welcome, but he wasn’t sure to make of it, but knowing he wasn’t the only one confused… 

Chased? Chased by Atsuko… since when was Folio being the one who got chased, well, there was sometimes, but that had been different, and it was like, the full moon… Folio went a little feral on the full moon… Oh, shit… At that he glanced slightly between Vinny and Chris, to Riyah… yeah, that might, might not be best to consider right now. It’s bad enough the full moon was close enough…

“Um… right. No chasing. Maybe I shouldn’t be moving in here after all.” Picking up one of the muffins, Folio just shoved it right into his mouth. Probably better that way. 

To…to get chased by Atsuko…? What the fuck… The one who did the chasing was Folio, and that– no. Riyah will not think about that right now, and he just pursed his lips as soon as he heard Vinny apologize, not saying a word to her but squeezed her pinky in return. He doesn't get overwhelmed easily, but he's currently not in a great mind space either, so this added to his own stress is a little much.

As he saw Folio glance between his sister, her mate and then himself, Riyah shook his head slightly despite wanting to laugh but didn't. Not a good thing to even think about, not with the full moon so close. 

“Maybe you should eat a little more of those, Nick,” Riyah teased with a small smile, “Keep that trap of yours busy…”

Vinny smiled apologetically. “I know I started to remember when I saw Chris bandaged up… but I would say that it would be best if you spent time with Atsuko. When you're ready…. If you ever do want to remember. It's your choice.”

Folio was trying, he was trying not to think about why he might not want to remember, what the trigger might be that he’d very much like to avoid. If being chased by Atsuko was his trigger, he’d welcome it if he was honest, even if he wasn’t sure it made sense because that really was very backwards… His choice, his choice… “Does it matter, I can’t go back, I can’t un-be a werewolf. I can’t be a gargoyle again, even if as soon as I met Shade I thought it would be awesome to be a gargoyle werewolf… so cool, kind of have to be the gargoyle part first. Just…” Folio swallowed, glancing towards Riyah remembering how they’d thought he was Temperance, “Do you think he’ll care if I never remember, or…” Will it destroy what they could have been once?

Vinny smiling in an apologetic manner had Riyah just sigh. Attention elsewhere, he stares at his hands and shifts a bit in his seat. His choice. It's up to Folio if he wants to remember, and there's something there, something he's picked up on, that leaves the wolf quiet. Yet, it leaves him curious, but it's not really any of his business either.

He cringes slightly as soon as Folio glanced at him, not wanting the attention, and just pursed his lips as soon as the other mentioned Shade. Hearing about his and the vampire's conversation had him smile softly, but it disappeared just as quick as it came. It was always nice to hear about his friends speaking to one another, but that thought immediately dies off and he sighs. 

Vinny sighed softly. “Nickie. Nick. Sorry. Nick. Atsuko will love you even if you don't remember. Atsuko is not one to change his mind easily…. You were the one who changed his mind. To open up to the idea of having a mate… he's not going to abandon you just because you don't remember him.”

She smiled and pushed the tray to him. “Nick. Atsuko adores you because he's been waiting. Knowing him, his feral brain was thinking he was being cute.” She snorted, “He kinda sucks at self awareness. He's aware of everything else. Just not how it seems his feral side is just worse.”

It took everything in him not to snap at her, she didn’t know him, not anymore, and he didn’t know her, he didn’t remember her, not yet, and maybe not ever… He’d have to get to know her, and might be he’d never be Nickie… he didn’t know, and she had never asked. Still, he held his tongue because it wasn’t her fault he was defective and hadn’t remembered as easily as she did. He’d been attacked by hellhounds and all manner of creatures of the night, how many times? His entire life, as long as he could remember. 

Wait, he had to convince him to be his mate?

Folio blinked at Vinny hearing that, so, so not only, did he not even remember, but his mate hadn’t even wanted to be with him in the first place? Yet here they were saying that he would just… were they kidding? Folio had lost so many people, whether because they threw him away, ripped away from him, or he just drove them away because he was too… annoying, and even in his past life his fought to be loved. Perfect. 

Right then all he wanted to do was run, he’d look for Noah, but he was upstairs… and that risked running into Atsuko. Maybe go home, to his parents that had never blinked to love him there.

Instead, Folio laughed, smiling, he was used to it, putting on that smile, he was always the bright happy one when everything hurt… “Isn’t that the kicker, he’s been a Cutie to me from the moment I saw him, he didn’t need to try so hard.” With that, Folio just picked up a muffin. “Though, you’ve given me a lot to think about. I might go for a walk.”

“Enough, Vin,” Riyah hissed as he pulled away from her and went to sit at the edge of the booth. Glancing to Folio as soon as he heard the younger laugh, he set his jaw and looked away as he stood up. If the other male allowed him, the gargoyle would like to join him on his walk, and he gave Folio a small yet easy gesture with his hands in a silent request.

‘Walk with?’ Riyah had signed to the wolf and waited. At this point, he may not be feeling the same as his friend, but fucking hell was this stressing him out. Especially since he's already feeling like shit. ‘Let’s get some air. Suffocating.’

Vinny tilted her head, looking concerned. “I will say in the beginning you guys hated each other… but this life is for you to choose. I'm sorry everything got dumped on you like it did. I'll head back behind the counter. Would you like a refill on the white chocolate strawberry cold foam?”

Folio wanted to cry in relief when he heard Riyah tell Vin to stop, but swallowed down the urge to whine slightly in his throat as he looked over to the gargoyle as he signed. Yes! The signs were so simple, and Folio was elated that for once, for once, he wasn’t struggling to understand. When they had first learned that Riyah and Shade communicated with ASL because Riyah didn’t always feel up to talking, Noah… fucking Noah learned it so quickly, as always. He always knew different languages instantly, while ASL Noah had had to teach himself. When Folio had tried, he had struggled, badly. The offer for Riyah to walk with him, to get some air with him, had the werewolf accepting, instantly, nodding as he moved to stand from the table, with a soft, “Please…”

Only, the moment Vinny spoke again, he paused, swallowing at her words, a pit in his stomach, they hated each other? They hated each other, and yet, he had made him accept him as his mate? Dammit. It was just the same as he’d been with all the others, he had been no better in his past life than this one. Too much, too much for people to handle, pushing them to be what he wanted, had he pushed Atsuko? No, no, he was worse in his past life. He could be better, though, he could let Atsuko go and not even try to push him again. “No, I, thank you, Vinny, I think I’ve had enough coffee, I’m going to go for that walk with Riyah.” Pushing his smile more as he moved to step away from the table. Of course, even as he declined her offer of coffee, he was pilfering from the tray of muffins, and shoving a few into his pockets for later. “Thanks…”

Pulling away from the table, he turned towards Riyah, he just wanted to get out of there now.

The way she blatantly ignored him after telling her to stop. This was why Riyah barely spoke. Why he's quiet because there had been a few times he's dealt with it and finds no point in speaking anymore than he has. Then the audacity to continue— fuck. Fighting back the urge to growl, he just glared at Vinny when she kept talking and nods when Folio had answered him with a soft plea. 

But of course, when he saw his friend pause, Riyah grits his teeth and grimaced as soon as he saw the younger male force his smile more. He wished that Folio didn't do that, but he wasn’t going to stop him, a habit he was sure would be a hard one to break. Nor did the gargoyle want to because it'll be hypocritical of him since he hides his feelings too. Nonetheless, Riyah couldn't help but chuckle softly as the wolf grabbed some muffins and lightly touched the small of his friend's back.

“Ever the polite one,” the taller whispered teasingly while leaving with him. “C'mon, Niko..”

Vinny moved back, heart hurting a bit, but lowered her head. Getting back to work wrapping up convos… she should have stopped. Chris looked over towards his mate as she joined him again, his arm wrapped around her shoulders from behind gently. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, he knew she had meant well, but every so often, they had to work it out for themselves. Honestly, for all the things he’d gone through when Chenza had come back into his life, he didn’t think anyone saying anything to him, much would have been helpful. Even Chenza herself had tried to help him, and he had just felt so much worse about himself, thinking himself a monster because he couldn’t separate his mate, from this beautiful human. Folio would be okay, even if right now, he didn’t think so, Chris was sure of it. It was Atsuko he was worried about. He was on edge, and if he woke up feral like Gwynn feared…

Folio walked out of the Church beside Riyah still holding one of the pilfered muffins in his hands, peeling off the outer casing, musing to himself, trying to make up his mind what he was going to do. It was obvious what he must have done in his past life, annoyed Atsuko so much and worn him down, convinced him to be his mate, until the other gargoyle felt he had no other choice. Now here they were, he’d died, and poor Atsuko was bound to him, and had no choice but to take him back. It was no wonder he hadn’t even seemed to notice him at the buffet… just blinked at him like he was confused why he’d even be interested.

Ripping off a part of the muffin, he offered some to the gargoyle, not able to stop himself from leaning into his side a little, for comfort… “Would you like some?” It was all he could do not to break down. The touch, or the food, who could say.

All of whatever this was, it was taking more of a toll on him on top of learning of his friend's demise… The more distressed that Folio had gotten, the more defensive and irritated Riyah had been. But right now, he just needs to be there for his friend– oh right. That… no. Not now… Glancing towards Folio, he wasn’t sure if he should wrap an arm around him or speak, and yet, he opened his mouth anyway,

“Nick, what she said… it's not entirely true. I may not understand the bonds and such, but… yeah…” With a grimace, Riyah just kept walking with the smaller male and as soon as he felt his weight against him, the gargoyle instinctively wrapped his arm around the younger in a protective manner. The offering of Folio’s muffin had him smile a little before taking it and eating. “But also,” Riyah said softly while he pulled him a little closer. “You can let go. I'm here for you, Folio. Go ahead and cry, if you want to…”

Folio swallowed, he wasn’t sure how he felt about his name right now, Nick, Nickie, he wasn’t even sure what his name had been properly in his past life. Obviously, it was something like it was now, how did that work, but his eyes stung thinking about it. “Folio, Folio, please, I- I don’t think I can handle Nick right now.” Not yet. Walking with him, as Riyah was eating some of the muffin, Folio was ripping off another piece and shoving it into his mouth and chewing, a whine escaping him. 

“Isn’t it true though, she knew me, your sister remembers everything, I don’t, so it's… it’s…” Folio sobbed, he was trying to keep it in, thinking about the fact that that man up in the Church… The man that he’d been instantly drawn to, deserved better than someone who had annoyed him into being his mate that he hated. Folio never liked being negative, he didn’t, he preferred to look on the bright side of things always, and he knew, he knew, that annoyed people sometimes. He was the hyperactive frustration that was just too much for most people. To this day, four hundred some years into his life, he had five people he considered close, five. Sure, countless people had come and went in his life, but five. Six when he counted the woman who didn’t have to love him when she’d found a toddler covered in blood on her doorstep. He still missed her.

As Folio asked Riyah to call him by that name instead of Nick, he gave the wolf a small pat on his back in silent affirmation and nodded. It was very upsetting with how… small the younger seemed, especially after everything. When the whine escaped the shorter, he stopped mid-step and stood there while looking at the younger.

“Folio,” he said quietly while lightly ruffling his friend's hair, “It's not. She may have known you in the past, but I'm sure it's just speculation of what she's seen in the past between you and Atsuko.” The gargoyle then pulls Folio close, holding the smaller male to himself, and gave him a small squeeze while doing so. He wanted him to feel better and wanted the smaller male to work through it all, but he knows that will take time. 

Look at him— he's still working through his own problems. The thought of Temperance, it sent a chill down his spine and held Folio a little tighter. The younger may not be the gargoyle, but this wolf, this little pain in the ass, is still his friend, and he doesn't want anything else to happen to him. 

“Go ahead and cry, Folio…it's okay…”

As Riyah pulled him close, Folio, no matter how he had been worried about Riyah and Shade only being around him because of his brother… it just didn’t seem to matter, not anymore. Why would Riyah bother with him like this if all he cared about was Temperance? He couldn’t hold himself together anymore as Riyah held him, hearing him, he just fell apart… What was left of the muffin slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground as he grasped onto the taller man while he sobbed. 

Riyah sways slightly, gently rocking side to side with Folio as the younger sobbed. The gargoyle then rests his head over Folio’s, rubbing his back in soothing circles, while he lets out soft purring for the male. “There you go…” 

Atsuko groaned softly, face buried in the pillow Folio had been using, whining and whimpering to him. When dark eyes peeked open And he found himself alone, he jolted fully awake, looking around in a panic. “Niko? Lai? Mate- mate?!” His voice cracked as he trembled softly, “N…nick?” his smell was still here… but he was gone. His eyes watered. He covered his face. What had he done? What happened? He remembered flying and feeling him and cuddling against him and … then nothing but anxiety and fear, then calm, and now he was… alone.

Again.

The door to the room creaked open just a little and in padded, with the softest footsteps, barely even the whisper of a sound. The tiniest scraping of claws on the stone floor, Noah was making his way into the room, wide golden brown eyes blinking up at the large gargoyle on the bed. Atsuko, his brother's mate. His nose wrinkled, why did he not smell so good? The bobcat kitten’s head tilted slightly to the side before he adjusted his legs and sprung up like a coil to leap onto the bed. Yes! He was getting better at this, after figuring out the stairs, he was getting accustomed to using four limbs.

Dropping the muffin he’d pilfered down in the café from his mouth, he climbed over to the gargoyle to try to cuddle up to his side, mewling before he purred, vibrating against him.

Atsuko looked at Noah, scooping him up to snuggle into his fur, sobbing. He picked up the muffin to set it on the nightstand, trembling. He did something wrong. Likewise, he went and put Noah's snack somewhere safe for now… “I'm sorry… I don't know… everything's fuzzy… I'm sorry…”

There was no complaint at being manhandled by the gargoyle, instead Noah was just pressing his tiny overheated little fuzzy body right against Atsuko with tiny little noises. They sounded awfully like no, no, no, no. Folio probably was just hungry and wondered off for food, he’d passed him on the stairs, following his nose. That had been what had drawn Noah downstairs! Nuzzling against Atsuko, he didn’t want him to be upset, Folio liked him. As much Noah had been upset last night when he’d snatched him, it had been confusing, but they’d worked it out. He was a cat, he wasn’t stupid, Noah had heard it all, even the bits about the angels… not that he was going to relay any of the bits about archangels wanting pets to his brother… ever.

Atsuko looked at him, petting behind his ear. “I… I don't know what to do… what happened…”

Ryan felt like he had barely slept a wink the night before, laying there holding Gwynn in his arms. Just laying there watching them after what they’d asked him, how’d they’d been talking. Dammit. He knew what they’d been saying, that they’d rather, that if the angels of Heaven came back for them, that he should… Could he? After all this time… 

It’d kill him.

It’d kill them both.

Sighing, they were still sleeping when he left them, not that he was surprised, they were exhausted, still healing after everything. Thinking about mates, however, and that enduring loss, reminded him they should check on Atsuko. Gwynn was worried about his state of mind, and knowing that the standing with the vampires hung by a thread depending on how feral he turned… he would check on him.

He went by the apartment to see if Vinny had made anything for breakfast, and smirked at the cake for Riyah, he didn’t touch it, he knew better. Then he found Vinny’s speciality, eggs, including Justin’s famed cheesy scrambled, of course. Ryan dished up a couple of plates and carried them up to the alcove where they’d left Atsuko and Folio, only to find the werewolf already gone… Hearing the last sentence… “You don’t know what happened yesterday, or you don’t know where Folio went? Either way, I’ve brought you breakfast?”

“I… I don't remember much after hearing he was Niko… I just got so excited… I wanted to have an actual date with him. He talked about wanting to see the sunset and I… I had… I know I stole a bunch of mattresses… and I tried to make it nice- but… that's it. I… I was very anxious… and he's not here…” Atsuko rambled after hearing Ryan, doing his best to ignore the plates of food despite knowing one was his… He didn't deserve it.

Ryan sighed, he couldn’t say much about the not remembering, he knew how that felt, even if he knew it might not be the same, he’d tried to block out plenty over the years. However, the prang at hearing Suko talk, about Niko, about wanting to see the sunset, and wanting to have an actual date… wanting to make it nice, “You can still make it nice for him Suk, he’s downstairs, in the café… you know how that bug is, you couldn’t make that rat sit still if you paid him.”

He sniffled, “I… I gotta talk to him-” he said, setting Noah down and got out of bed quickly, blinking a few times- “I need pants.”

Fuck, Ryan sighed, Atsuko jumping the gun got them into this mess. Okay, maybe he was thinking at least somewhat more rationally this time in that fact he wanted to put on pants and wasn’t running down there feral again, but, better he reigned him in this time. “Atsuko, wait, wait-” Setting the plates down, “No, no you need to give him time, he’s only just found out he’s got a past life, and a mate… you, need to eat.” Otherwise, Ryan was going to get smacked by Vinny and he knew it.

Atsuko looked at him and whimpered, “but… I want to apologize if I scared him-” he said softly. Atsuko never apologized. But here he was admitting he had to. He needed to. His eyes watered as he closed his eyes, trying to push the tears back away. “Please, Ryan-”

Noah was on the bed climbing over himself trying to reach up to the distressed gargoyle, not liking this at all. His brother had been enamoured with Atsuko from the moment he’d met him, and as much as Noah had struggled last night, and Noah had been scared at first… he had seen the two snuggled together last night. He’d seen the way Atsuko had comforted Folio when he was about to finally give into his panic. Now, the small kitten was yowling at him to be picked up.

“Atsuko, you were not what scared him last night, I promise, that… was the last thing on his mind.” Ryan remembered that smell of lust that had been coming off that kid when they came out of the tower, it had been unmissable. “Don’t forget the nickname he gave you from the moment he met you, Cutie. Now… listen to your best friend’s kid because the brat seems to be demanding.” With that, Ryan nodded down to Noah pointedly.

The upset gargoyle hesitated before picking Noah back up, cuddling him softly, “… I… tell me what happened… please… please. I just… I need to know…” he was avoiding looking at the plate, ignoring the mentions of eating even though his stomach was pleading with him. He was… he did something wrong. He went feral. He wasn't sure. “Also, Noah isn't a brat. He just wants attention.” He scolded not thinking about it before kissing Noah's forehead, much like a parent would.

Ryan would argue that Atsuko didn’t know the meaning of the word brat, considering the mate that he had. Cheerfulness was, well, Cheerful and all, but he had always been a brat on the best of days. Made sense that Noah was his brother and he was sitting there yowling up at them now, if he thought about it, Ryan, cringed at a little at the sound… he would say it again if he had to, brat. How did he not hear that, did he not have gargoyle hearing? 

Looking at Noah with a raised eyebrow when Atsuko finally picked him up, unimpressed. “Well, if someone was human again, it would be… I’m thinking he likes this attention a little too much.”

The tiny pink tongue that poked out at him then, in response, said it all.

“How about if you sit, and eat,” Oh Ryan wasn’t about to forget the food, “I’ll tell you everything.” Even if he might not like it all.

Atsuko slowly sat down, cuddling Noah closer, shaking at the thought of food right now. “... I… I can try.” He whispered softly, swallowing despite his mouth being dry. “I can try.”

Would… would it be okay to eat? He knew Gwynn wouldn't be mad… but… the lingering feeling…

Ryan wasn’t going to budge on the food, whatever he had to do to break him out of whatever Jerahmiel had done to him in the catacombs. He knew better than anyone it came down to that bastard. Shifting to sit on the far end of the bed himself, he picked up one plate for himself, and the other to hand to Atsuko, “Okay, you start, and I’ll start, that's the deal.”

Atsuko whimpered softly. But took the plate, holding it for a moment before taking the fork and started eating just little bites. “Now you.” He said, looking at him desperately. He needed to know.

Sure they were only little bites, but they were something, and at the very least, Atsuko was eating, and Ryan took that as a win. Before he took a bite himself, he would give him what he wanted, information, that was the offer after all. “After you left here, yes, you gathered a nest at the old clock tower, feral, in your beast form, before you tracked him down at his work.” With that, Ryan nodded back to his plate and shoved a mouthful into his own mouth. 

Noah purring against Atsuko as he nuzzled in the crook of his arm where he held him.

Atsuko took another bite, tense and dreading the next part. “I chased him… didn't I?”

Ryan took another bite with a sigh, swallowing, he hadn’t been there, none of them had, they’d still been searching for him at that point. “We didn’t find you first, Nightshade and Uwriyah found you with him, along with Noah, by then, you already had him at the clock tower. Knowing your instinct, yea, you probably did. You didn’t hurt him, though.”

He nodded slowly, taking another bite and swallowed even though it made him feel sick.

Sighing, Ryan took another bite of his eggs, glad that Atsuko was still eating, even if it was obvious from the look on his face he didn’t want to. Noah mewled up at him, nudging his arm light before Ryan spoke again. “We got there a little later, Noah, Nightshade and Riyah had managed to talk to you down along with the help of the rest of Niko’s family. He has, well, sort of vampire parents, Jolly, and Nick, which is, huh, that could, possibly be why they call him Folio?”

Atsuko nodded slowly, mostly playing with the food on his plate. New people… and there would be problems…. He was never allowed to talk to new people… fuck.

Ryan had a feeling Honesty would be allowed to talk to these new people, they were his mate's family. The way he’d been at the buffet, the way he’d been practically plastered to his side and Noah had been so reluctant, the kid had been oh so eagerly by his side? Ryan doubted they’d be able to keep him away. “Well, whatever happened overall, between the lot of them, they managed to calm you down some. By the time you had all exited the clock tower, Noah had already discovered this trick.”

This trick. It was saying something, it was… curious.

None of them had ever seen a gargoyle that could shapeshift into a natural creature like this, let alone one that was not in their age range. A full-grown gargoyle became a full-grown beast form. Only the baby gargoyles had baby beast forms if they managed to learn how to shift that young. So, for a four hundred-year-old being to instinctively control his shift to become an infant version of a beast form, it was astonishing, and something none of them had seen before. Considering Noah was the first tribrid, it did bring into question, what other abilities he could have that had never awakened in him… and why they had remained dormant in him this long, it was curious. Though, that was the case in a lot of angelic and gargoyle traits. Knowledge, and control, was power, and could also kill you.

Atsuko nodded slowly, swallowing his last bite. “I… I'll wait…and… Noah… You're so special. Not because you're a tribrid. You're special because you're you. I don't know if anyone has told you that before… But I have wanted to say it for years.” He whispered, setting the plate far away from himself.

“Is there anything else I need to know?” He finally asked, scratching Noah’s chin lightly.

“Nope, nothing else you need to know.” For all the things they talked about when they got back to the Church, Ryan didn’t even flinch about lying this time, there was no fucking way he was going to tell him. Atsuko would go all feral if he knew about the pet situation being the reason for Nicholai dying, let alone them taking Temperance after. How many gargoyles died because of those archangels? Atsuko’s mate, his brother's young mate before their bond could be formed, both their troupes attacked, it was insane.

Noah’s little pink tongue was still hanging out of his mouth as he looked up at Atsuko. His teeny paws padding at his shirt covered chest for a moment before he tried to learn up and lick at him as best he could. He was tall though, and Noah was still so tiny, if only he was just a bit… oh… oh, the next thing he knew Noah wasn’t such a tiny kitten any more. Noah went from being a tiny kitten and was more of the size of a house cat. Nuzzling into Atsuko, and then getting a stronger scent of his food, and, oh, food… and the next thing they knew human Noah was sitting beside Atsuko, “Are you going to eat that?”

“Well… since Ryan has nothing more to share… All yours.” Atsuko replied, smirking.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed on Noah, the way his form shifted so smoothly, the little shit, from kitten, the house cat, and then, all seven foot tall string bean… The nerve to ask for the food he was trying to get Atsuko to eat. 

“Actually,” He took the plate from the gargoyle and set it aside with his own. “Since Noah seems to be so lively right now, why don’t we start with your training? I know, let’s start with Flying!” Grabbing Noah’s hand, he wasn’t going to let him argue as he pulled him from the bed and dragged him from the room away from Atsuko.