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miioouu · 4 years ago

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Brother’s best friend

This is for @ahegaobaku only, if you’re not them keep scrolling iedidjim jk you can stay!

Word count: 2k (I’m pretty sure that’s my longest fic endjebuduj)

Warning: Smut…

Growing up, you’ve read a million stories, fanfics about the girl who’s in love with her brother’s bad boy best friend, but you actually hated them. They were all fictive, there’s no way in hell that something like that might happen, right? Or maybe you thought that because your brother’s best friend is Asahi Azumane, the sweet boy that your mom loves, the gentleman that always gives you a smile, the kind boy who always thought about you while bringing snacks to movie nights. There’s no way for Asahi to hurt a fly, let alone be a pervert who’d fantasize about his friend’s sister, there’s no way that he’s just waiting for right moment to bend you over…right?

But don’t be so sure about that, you might actually fall for his traps. Smarter than what people give him credit for, he has a plan, and it’s going perfectly. Slowly, not only you’ll trust him, but the whole family, to the point where, when he knew no one other than you were home, he gave your parents a fake excuse of his car breaking down right near your house, asking them sweetly if he could stay the night. And who could refuse the adorable tall man? Making himself at home, he kept his actions on the downlow. Just his eyes lingering a bit longer on the curve of your ass as you bent over to fix the blanket on the couch that he’ll be sleeping on. Just his eyes darkening the slightest when you’d sit next to him, giving the perfect view past your shirt. His hands accidentally brushing the small of your back when he’s reaching behind you for a glass of water. Nothing that got you suspicious. Nothing that got you worried. He was so sweet after all. Oh and he felt so bad, so awful for taking advantage of your innocent nature, seeing you all giddy when he asked you if you want to come watch a movie with him. He tried so hard to suppress the evil grin on his face as you sat right next to him, leg bouncing, teeth digging into your lower lip as you watched with your big round eyes choosing a movie. And just like a small silly girl, you fell for his ruses; the moment you nodded your head, agreeing to spend the night next to him watching a film with him, he knew he had you, he knew he won. Just like little red ridding hood you fell into the big bad wolf traps, but will you ever realize that on time? Or will it be too late?

You were taking too long to choose, so he did it instead. Taking the remote from your hands, making sure he brushed his fingers against yours just for a little bit longer than normal, and of course, of course he’d chose a horror movie. One so scary it will have you clinging to him. Your arms wrapped around his, pressing it close to your chest, you just wanted to feel safe, Asahi always put your mind at ease. You begged him to stop it, to change movies, you wanted to seem like a courageous girl at first, you could hang out with the older kids, you could be cool. But the movie was too gory, too scary, too bone chilling, and he noticed that. Your frozen digits digging even deeper into his skin, your face nuzzled into his neck, he could feel every breath you let out, every whimper you murmured and it got heat rushing to his crotch, it made him lose his mind… Evil smirk on his face, as he pulled you closer, so close in fact, the heat coming out of his body was enough to warm you up, so close in fact, you’re sitting between his legs. Despite his lust filled expression, his voice was smooth and enchanting “It’s ok y/n, I got you, I got you… Wanna do something that will take your mind off of this movie? Yeah? Ok then, you just sit back and relax, I’ll take care of the rest…” All you needed to do was nod and here he has you in his arms, gently dropping you to the couch, and now it’s his head that is nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Not to hide but to breathe in your scent and most importantly, to sink his teeth into the soft flesh; marking you. A chill ran down your spine, not an unpleasant one though, it got your back arching, your eyelids fluttering. His leg nudging yours open, his knee pressing to your heat, catching your clit. And you don’t know what that feeling is. It feels good, it made your mind go blank, it made your breath get caught in your throat, it made you want more, but something wasn’t letting you enjoy it properly, something was telling you that it’s wrong to do that. He must’ve sensed it. His rubbing stopped, he lifted up his head, eyes looking into yours, way too soft for it to be genuine, but you couldn’t pick that up. “What is it Y/n? Am I hurting you? No? Then don’t worry, relax… You’re safe with me, trust me!” And how could you not. It’s Asahi, the sweet man that everyone trusts, the sweet man that wouldn’t hurt a fly, the sweet man that wants nothing but make you feel good…

So you relaxed in his hold. You let him pepper your skin with kisses and hickeys. You let him take off your shirt, let his eyes roam all over your body and his large hands explore your every inch. You felt warm, inside out. You felt light-headed, lost, all you could focus was the way his facial hair was brushing against your flesh, tickling you and yet, setting fire to your soul. And you don’t want to be saved, you want to burn, you want to be engulfed by fire, by him. And he could tell, the way your nipples harden and poke from your thin bra, the way you pressed yourself harder into him, grinding up to him, your body moving and you can’t control it. He didn’t mind it, not one bit, actually he loves it. The way you lost yourself into him, making his bulge strain his pants even more, he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t control himself anymore. In one swift movement, he took off his shirt, quickly unclasping your bra and latching his mouth onto one of your hardened peaks. Your soft moans and heavy breathing made him suck harder, his hands caressing your sides and finding your shorts, sliding them down your legs making you shiver in either anticipation or cold, who knows. And when he finally pulled you panties to the side, pushing his fingers in, groaning from just how wet you are, you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help his name coming out of your mouth, whiny and breathy, begging him for more, more, more. Your wishes are his command. One finger, became two, then three, looking for that spongy spot inside you, and oh, from the way your back arched, your legs trembled, and your walls fluttered around his digits, it seems like he found it. Abusing the spot over and over again, living for the way your eyebrows knit, your voice picking up an octave. Living for the way you’re absolutely shaking underneath him, and all of it keeping him going, harder and harder with each twist of his fingers, it was no surprise at least for him, how fast you came, you did fall for his trap after all. And he wasn’t done yet. No matter how tired, exhausted you were, no matter how weakly you tried to push him off from you. He’s not giving up, he did come here with a mission, and despite popular believes, once he puts his mind onto something, Asahi is perseverant man. Getting rid of his sweats, boxers sliding down with them, his cock finally set free, standing long and proud. You swear it’s not going to fit, and you swear the sheer size of it scared you more than the movie that you were watching mere minutes ago. But he didn’t pay you any mind, not when he’s solely thinking about ruining you. Holding you in place, you’re squirming too much, his grip on your hips is bruising, his breath fanning over your face and sending shivers down your spine, finally ripping your panties away from you, giving you one last look. But this one was different, it was dark, with something you can’t quite put your finger on it. It was cold, it was strict, it seems like it held a deeper meaning, one that you probably not want to find out, and even if you did, you know it’s too sinister to believe that it was from Azumane. “Stay still, and don’t scream too loud, we don’t want the neighbors to interrupt us, right?” And you can’t believe that’s Asahi’s voice, bone chilling and hair rising. Not the sweet, soft young man. But saying that this somber side of him didn’t make you gush out, didn’t make you drool and excited, would be a lie. When he picked up on your lust drunk eyes, is when he decided to finally push in. Wrapped between your velvety walls, it’s a feeling he could get lost in, it’s a feeling he could get addicted too. With each roll of his hips, you could feel every vein grazing against your inside, you could feel him brushing and pressing against that euphoric spot, and he’s not even all the way in. The stretch hurt, brought tears to your eyes, but at the same time you were loving it, you wanted more of it, more of him. Although he wasn’t afraid that you’ll reject him, that you’ll hate him, he couldn’t care less, but with the way that you’ve been meeting each and every one of his thrust, the way your nails were digging into his shoulders and your back creating the perfect curve, pressing your chest into his, he was delighted to say the least. “Oh, baby, you like that? You like it when I fuck you senseless? You like getting fucked by your big brother’s friend? I always knew you were a little slut, just acting sweet and silly. I mean, you’re always- oh? You like it when I call you a slut? Don’t say no, I felt your walls fluttering around me baby girl… So naughty, always wearing those shorts and showing your ass around. Don’t say you didn’t expect me to bend you over and taste you, mm?” He’s wrong, he’s so wrong. You trusted him, you trusted his gentle smile and his helping hands. The looks he always threw your way, you thought were accidents, innocent. But look how wrong you are, and look how you can’t bring yourself to hate him, not when he’s pounding into you like a beast, not when his teeth are sinking into your flesh, not when he’s turned your mind into mush, driving you so, so close to the edge. The knot inside you getting tighter, and you could feel him twitch inside you, you could hear his growls and grunts. You could feel his hands tightening on your hips, so much, knuckles turned white, too much, he was shaking. And his words pushed you over the edge, free falling into pleasure “Who’s my baby slut? Yeah, yeah, it’s you! Who’s my good baby girl? That’s right, it’s you. I own you. I own you. I own you...” I was your voice getting higher and louder, your walls milking him, and your tongue lulled out, his name coming out in a choke that made him spill over, releasing inside you…

Pulling out, you were grateful for the blankets, keeping the mixture of both of you from staining the couch. With the first proper kiss of the night, his lips chapped and demanding as they pressed into your much softer one, he stood up, and put his cloths back on. Making his way to the door, leaving you in the cold room alone, but not before a few last words “I’ll be back soon little slut, don’t miss me too much, ok?”

#asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #asahi azumane #asahi smut #haikyuu asahi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #smut

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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oh no, i think i’m catching feelings ~ harry styles x louis tomlinson

word count: 1254

request?: yes!

“Hey, this is kind of a weirdly specific request and I've been looking for something like this for so long but I don't think it exists. 😭

I want a fic where the mc is aromantic but not asexual! And the other mc falls in love with them. They could have a fwb thing. It would have to be a bad ending as they wouldn't end up together. I just want the angst lmao.

I don't really care about the character or the genders. But maybe you could do Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson? With Louis as the aromantic character.”

description: in which one of them catches feelings for the other, but the other has no desire for a romantic relationship with anyone

pairing: harry styles x louis tomlinson

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, angst

masterlist (one, two)

Louis was up before Harry had even finished riding out his high. The younger man was breathing heavily and running a hand through his sweaty curls, still seeing stars from his hard orgasm.

Louis was grabbing a wet cloth for the two of them to clean up with. Harry gazed up at him, taking in his beautiful, sweat glistened body. He hoped his heart wasn’t beating so loud that Louis could hear it and give him away.

He snapped out of his daze when he felt a wet cloth hitting his face. Louis was snickering to himself.

“How kind of you,” Harry said, sarcastically.

“Be lucky I’m giving you a cloth to clean at all,” Louis responded, a smirk playing on his lips.

Harry cleaned himself off and sat up. Louis was pulling on his clothes already.

“Why don’t you stay a while?” Harry asked him, hoping he didn’t sound desperate.

“What did you have in mind?” Louis asked.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. We could just hang out in bed. You could spend the night.”

Louis sighed. “H, you know that’s not how this works.”

“That’s not a relationship thing, Lou,” Harry argued. “I don’t understand why you can’t spend the night, just once.”

“You know why, Harry.”

Louis had tried to be in a relationship so many times, with men and women. He always thought he just had trouble finding “the one”, until he realized he just didn’t have any romantic feelings for anyone, period. He was aromantic.

But he wasn’t asexual. Actually, he still had a strong sexual desire and sex drive. Unsurprisingly, it was nearly impossible to find someone who wanted a sexual relationship but not a romantic one.

And then, there was Harry.

They were bandmates, but more importantly, they were best friends. They saw each other every day. They talked constantly about just about everything. They had a close bond, which meant it was no surprise when they hooked up one night and decided to make it a regular thing; a no strings attached relationship that they kept on the downlow.

But Harry was far from aromantic. He was something of a hopeless romantic, having also gone on plenty of dates with men and women in hopes of finding someone he truly loved. Unfortunately for him, this meant that the strings became attached for him, no matter how hard he tried to make sure they didn’t.

“I just want you to stay,” Harry said, the desperation finally seeping into his voice. “We used to stay in each other’s rooms all the time.”

“This is different.”

“No it’s not!” Harry’s frustration was starting to bubble over and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. “You keep saying that, but the only thing that’s changed is that we’re having sex. That doesn’t inherently mean everything that we used to do is suddenly romantic.”

Louis sighed. He started for the door and Harry quickly got up from the bed.

“Lou? Lou, I’m sorry. I just want things to be how they used to be with us.”

Louis paused to look back at Harry. His heart ached for the younger man stood before him; stark naked and desperation etched on his face.

Louis put a hand on Harry’s shoulder, a sympathetic look on his face. “H, you deserve someone who can actually have romantic feelings for you. I know this will hurt, but I didn’t want this to happen and I don’t want to take it any further and have you get more hurt.”

“Wait, Lou, no,” Harry begged. “I don’t have feelings, I swear. Please.”

Louis left, trying to block out Harry’s begging as he slipped through the door. Once it was just him, Harry fell to his knees and began to sob into his hands.

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Weeks passed and there was a noticeable tension between Harry and Louis. Their joking and playful tendencies had become ridged and serious. Fans pointed out the drastic switch, but neither men were about to reveal the truth to the public.

Harry tried too hard to seem like he was okay. Louis could see right through his façade, but Harry was too stubborn to break. He didn’t want to give Louis the satisfaction to know that his concerns regarding their friends with benefits situation were right.

A month after their “break up”, Harry arrived to a band party with a girl on his arm. All four of his bandmates, Louis included, were shocked at the sight.

“Lads,” he said as he approached them, “meet Tessa. She and I have been seeing each other for a while, and I figured it was time she met my best mates.”

“I feel like I’m in a dream or something,” Tessa said. “I can’t believe I’m meeting the One Direction!”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Tessa,” Liam said. “Anyone who puts a smile on Harry’s face is definitely a friend of ours.”

Louis plastered a smile on his face as he shook Tessa’s hand.”

The two supposed lovebirds stuck to each other’s side basically the entire night. Harry would have his arm around Tessa’s waist or she’d have her arms around his neck and her body pressed as closely to his as she could physically get. Anyone within viewing distance of them could see her beaming with pride at being Harry Styles’ arm candy. The only time Louis had a moment to talk to Harry was when the latter managed to pry himself away from Tessa in order to get them both refills on their drinks.

“If you’re using this poor girl as an attempt to get over me, or an even more useless attempt to make me jealous, you should stop. That’s not fair to her.”

“You think awfully high of yourself, Lou,” Harry muttered. “Not that I need to prove or defend myself to you, but I genuinely like Tessa. We have a great time together! I think she may be that person you said I deserved.”

“Then why do you refuse to kiss her?”

Harry hesitated, the bottle he was holding to pour his drink frozen in midair. Louis raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a response.

“I’ve kissed her,” he finally said, unconvincingly.

“Really? Because every time she tries to kiss you, you turn your head so she kisses your cheek and not your lips. You even moved so she’d kiss your chin at one point. And you don’t try to initiate a kiss with her, either. It’s always her initiating them with you.”

Harry pot down both glasses and turned to Louis, his annoyance rising.

“It’s none of your business, Lou. You’re the one who ended things with me, remember?”

Louis scoffed. “You really don’t get it, do you? I’m not jealous, Harry. I don’t have romantic feelings for you. I don’t feel romantic feelings for anyone. This isn’t a personal vendetta against you or some bullshit. I just don’t want this girl getting hurt because of your unrequited crush.”

His words cut Harry deeper than he wanted. Tears were welling up in his eyes that he couldn’t stop. Louis felt bad. He didn’t mean to be so harsh. He loved Harry like a brother, but he knew this was what Harry needed to hear, whether he liked it or not.

Harry finally dared to look at Louis, hissing a low “Fuck you” before walking away.

Louis watched as harry took Tessa’s arm and led her out of the party. Louis sighed, raising his drink to his lips before going back to the party.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson imagine #one direction #imagine #ship #ship imagine #request #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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companionjones · 4 years ago

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Santa Claus Is Going To High School With Ethan and Y/n

Fandoms: StarKid, Black Friday, Santa Claus Is Going To High School

Pairings: Ethan Green x Reader, Chris Kringle x Reader

Summary: In the beginning, you were just a loner in high school who had a huge crush on one Ethan Green. You’re a big fan of escapism, and a certain kids movie brings you lots of serotonin. The teenage version of Santa Claus is more attractive than one might think. What happens when you and Ethan get sucked into the kids movie you’ve grown to love, and Chris Kringle starts vying for your attention? Will Ethan actually get jealous?

Warnings: This is long, cursing, speaking of cursed, I AM SO SORRY I MADE THIS

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Ethan Green would have rather been at home, smoking weed. Instead, he was at Lakeside Mall with some kid he was babysitting. He took the job because he needed the money for his jalopy that was in the shop. He didn’t mind the kid all that much. The boy, a nine-year-old named Tim, was nice enough. The only problem was that Tim wanted to see a very annoying-looking kids movie in theaters called Santa Claus Is Going To High School.

“Thirty bucks for two tickets? Are you kiddin’?” Ethan griped as he stood outside of the Cineplex. “Fine. But I want a refund if the kid doesn’t like the movie.”

The half-asleep cashier responded detachedly, “We don’t do refunds here, sir.”

Ethan groaned, “Yeah, whatever,” and pulled the kid inside.

In Theater 4, the previews were still playing. All the seats were empty save for one. Ethan recognized the girl in it. He knew her from the hallways at school. It was you.

Silently, you were thankful no one else was in the theater with you. That way, you couldn’t be judged as a teenager seeing a kids movie...for the fifth time. Yes, you were kind of obsessed with Santa Claus Is Going To High School. So what? That was your business, no one else’s. Or, at least, it was until--

“What the hell are you doing, seeing this movie alone?” Ethan Green, the last person in Hatchetfield you wanted to sit next to you in that moment, decided to take a seat.

At a loss for words, you were trying too hard to think of something to say. “Ethan! I...Um...I--”

He chucked, “Relax. I’m not gonna make fun of you or anything. Just because something isn’t my style, that doesn’t mean you can’t like it.”

Completely in shock that someone your age wasn’t going to judge you, you just gaped at him.

Ethan didn’t notice. “Plus, it kinda rocks that you’re here. I thought I was gonna have to watch this movie with just Tiny Tim here. But it doesn’t seem so bad now with you at my side.”

You cursed yourself for giggling. It was always like that with Ethan. You two would get paired together on a school project or something, and he would casually flirt with you like it was nothing. You would fall for it, you two would get really close, then the project would be turned in. After that, whenever you would go up to Ethan in the halls, it would be like the two of you had never spoken before. You hated it, especially after you developed a huge crush on him.

And it was all starting again.

When the movie began, you watched out the corner of your eye as Ethan fought to stay awake. He lasted ten minutes into the movie. Honestly, you were exhausted, too. You were just getting out of a double shift of waiting on tables. You thought you could get through the movie before crashing at home. You fell asleep not three seconds after the leather-clad boy.

Ethan was woken up by a school bell ringing. He found himself sitting in a desk. Disoriented, he looked to his right to find you staring at him in alarm.

“What the hell...” Ethan was able to mumble before the teacher called out to him and you to not be late for your next classes.

He and you stumbled out into the hallway.

Once out there, you whispered to Ethan in distress, “We’re in the movie. We’re in the fucking movie!”

“No. Fuck. No,” Ethan adamantly disagreed, “We’re dreaming. This is impossible. This can’t be real--” Ethan immediately went to help you up when you ran into one of the other students.

The boy you ran into beat Ethan to it, however.

“Oh my god...” you voiced, completely in shock, as the stranger helped you to your feet.

Right in front of you, holding your hand was the reason you came back to watch the kids movie over and over again. There was your #1 comfort character, your biggest crush since Ethan.

He smiled warmly at you. “Hi there. Sorry about bumping into you...Say, you must be new here. What’s your name? I’m Chris Kringle.”

“I know,” you blurted. Upon seeing Chris’ slight confusion, you backtracked, “I mean...You’re all people talk about around here. You must be the most popular kid in school, and you’re almost as new as I am.”

Chris responded charmingly, “Well, that just means that you have a chance at becoming just as popular as I am, and probably even more so because you seem like you’re at the top of the nice list.”

You felt your moth fall open and cheeks heat up from the flattery.

Ethan cleared his throat in an attempt to get Chris’ attention off of you. He didn’t particularly like that Chris Kringle thought it was appropriate to be that friendly with you upon only just meeting you. Chris was also yet to let go of your hand.

He didn’t let go when Ethan got his attention, either.

Ethan had also gotten your attention. “Um, I’m Y/n, and this is my friend, Ethan. This is our, uh, first day.”

“Oh, well you two probably need some friends around here, huh? You’re both welcome to come sledding with us. We’re heading off now,” Chris cheerfully invited.

Ethan answered, “Uh, we actually have something--”

“We’d love to!” you interrupted.

Chris beamed, “Great! Let’s go! Oh, and don’t worry, people always bring extra sleds.”

“What the hell are you thinking, Y/n?” chastised Ethan. “If this isn’t a dream, which I don’t think it is anymore, ��cause you seem pretty self aware to me, then we gotta figure a way outta here!”

“I don’t think we can get out of this until the plot of the movie plays out to the end, which is this Friday at the championship game against South Heights. I think all we can do is wait it out.”

Ethan blanched, “Friday?! But I left Tim alone in that theater!”

“Haven’t you ever seen a movie like this?” you questioned, “Jumanji? Teen Beach Movie? I’m almost positive no time will have passed once we get out of this.”

“So what? You just want to go sledding with Chris Kringle until the game on Friday?” Ethan questioned.

Lamely, you answered, “...Yes.”

Ethan was rendered defeated by your hopeful eyes. He huffed out, “Fine.”

Happiness overtook your face. “Thank you!” you celebrated.

Ethan avoided your gaze due to how adorable he thought that was. Then, a new idea caused him to smirk, “Wait, how do you know how the movie’s going to play out?”

“I...might’ve seen the movie more than once,” you explained. It was your turn to avoid your friend’s gaze. “...Four times, not including this one.”

Ethan’s eyebrows shot up, “Four times?! Why the hell do you like this movie that much?” Just then, he followed your gaze to Chris Kringle. It clicked in his head. “Oh...”

Your gaze dropped to the ground. You bit your lip, embarrassed.

Both you and Ethan followed Chis to a large hill where a bunch of students had gathered to go sledding. You were able to borrow two extra sleds from a couple of students. After the first few trips down the hell, you and Ethan finally got used to the fact that the two of you were sledding in a Christmas movie with Santa Claus. Or maybe, you two had finally given into the insanity.

You were standing at the top of the hill, waiting your turn with Chris when he asked you, “So, what’s the deal with you and Ethan?”

“Me and Ethan?” You were shocked that someone besides yourself could see you and the Green boy like that. “Oh, no. We’re just friends.”

Chris wondered, “Is there a chance at something more?”

“Definitely not. Sorry. I guess I fucked up my Christmas wish, huh Santa?” Fuck. You did not mean to say that.

Kringle panicked, “Wait, you know I’m Santa?!”

“I, uh--Yes. I do, but you didn’t tell me, so Father Christmas’ spell is still intact. Tell Jingle and Jangle that before they freak out.”

“YOU CAN SEE MY ELVES TOO?!”

“NO! No, I can’t!” you assured, trying not to stress out Chris anymore.

He furrowed his brow, still breathing heavy. “Then, how’d you know I’m...”

“I...just got that vibe from you?” you lied, cringing because you couldn’t think of a better explanation than that.

Somehow, Chris bought that, but he still had another question. “Then, how’d you know about Jingle and Jangle?”

“Well, I see you talking to them all the time.” That actually wasn’t that much of a lie. Chris was pretty bad at talking his elves on the downlow all throughout the movie.

Chris bit his lip. “Oh. Um, you won’t tell anyone about my secret, will you?”

He had stepped closer, and your heart had sped up in response. You gazed into his eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “Of course I won’t, Chris.”

“Are you two going to actually sled, or just stand up here talking?” Ethan asked as he approached you and Chris.

Chris, oblivious to the pissed off look on Ethan’s face, laughed and answered, “Sled.” He hopped on his sled and flew down the hill.

“What the hell was that for?” You angrily questioned Ethan.

He played dumb. “What are you talking about?”

“Interrupting us like that? We were...in the middle of something, Ethan.” You were glad you stopped yourself from saying ‘We were having a moment.’ That would’ve been embarrassing.

Green argued, “Didn’t you say the plot of the movie’s supposed to play out?”

“Yeah. So what?”

He wondered, “Doesn’t Chris have a love interest somewhere?”

“Her name is Noelle,” you answered.

Ethan sighed, “Of course it is...Y/n,” he got your attention again. “Are you sure you want to get in the way of that?”

Your mouth slammed shut and your jaw clenched.

Chris got you to turn to him by shouting your name from the bottom of the hill. He motioned you to join him.

Glancing between him and Ethan, you chose to ignore the latter for the moment. You sledded down the hill.

You successfully steered clear of the leather-clad boy for the rest of the time you spent sledding.

That annoyed Ethan, but he knew you couldn’t avoid him forever.

When everybody headed back home late that night, you and Ethan didn’t have a home to return to. The two of you decided to head back to Northville High. You and Ethan got lucky. The window to the staff lounge was open. The two of you slid in, and the school was yours.

“Okay, so we have to find a place that we can sleep in where nobody will accidentally find us tomorrow...” you thought out loud.

Ethan was still hung up on your conversation earlier. “Are we not going to talk about--”

“Can we just worry about where we’re sleeping tonight?” you urged.

Ethan sighed, knowing that talking about it was also something you couldn’t avoid forever.

Eventually, you and Ethan found the boiler room. Ethan agreed with you that it was secluded enough that no one would catch you. The two of you got lucky again when you found that there were enough sweaters and blankets in lost-and-found for makeshift beds.

At one point, you asked Ethan, “You cold?”

He was shivering. Ethan was probably the least prepared clothing-wise to spend hours sledding on a hill. He was feeling the effects of that then. Not that he’d ever tell you. “N-no. I’m g-g-g-good.”

“Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes before waling over to the boiler and turning it on.

Ethan’s cheeks tinged in pink. “T-thanks.”

“No problem, Ethan.” You approached your bed again and covered yourself in blankets. “You know, you’ve always had issues with asking for help.”

“How the hell do you know that?” Ethan didn’t mean for that to sound as mean as it did.

That didn’t seem to affect you though. “The school projects we worked on together,” you explained, “I always had to find all these covert ways to help you out ‘cause you wouldn’t let me do it directly.” A faint smile was playing at your lips, like you were remembering those things fondly.

Ethan never noticed how much you’d helped him. He didn’t like to admit it, but he had a really tough time in school. As he thought about it, however, Ethan realized that when he did projects with you, the material he was learning didn’t seem as difficult as it normally was. You made things easier for Ethan to understand. That was really nice of you, he thought. He felt bad for never thanking you before for all you did. “...Thanks for turning on the boiler...” Ethan tried. He figured it was a start.

“Any time, Green,” you smiled before turning away from him and settling into bed.

The next morning, you and Ethan snuck into the halls when school started. Chris quickly found the both of you. He’d brought you both pumpkin spice hot chocolate.

“Oh, wow,” you commented when Chris handed you the beverage. You were truly surprised and flattered. “Thank you so much, Chris! This is so nice!”

He brushed it off. “It’s really no problem. I got them from the cafeteria. We’ve got pumpkin spice for days here at Northville High.”

You actually giggled at that. Then, you promptly got lost in Chris’ eyes again. You would’ve been embarrassed if you were even paying attention.

Well, apparently Ethan was. He scoffed, causing you to look at him, and he grumbled, “I guess I should leave you two to it. I...gotta get to class.” He practically stomped off.

Your eyes followed Ethan as he went. You wondered what in the world was wrong with him.

Chris got your notice again when he asked, “So, what’s your first period class? I’ll walk you to it.”

“Um...what’s your first period class?” you asked quickly.

He shrugged, “Statistics--”

“No way! Me too!” you lied. “Let’s go,” you suggested before he could become suspicious.

“So tonight, everyone figured we’d go ice skating. You wanna join us?” he offered, “Ethan can come too if he’d like.”

“Uh...thanks! We’d love to go,” you smiled, cursing yourself in the back of your head for speaking for Ethan again. You bit your lip, knowing what you had to ask. You weren’t exactly looking forward to knowing the answer. “Is Noelle going to be there?”

He furrowed his brow. “You know Noelle?”

“Um, yeah,” you lied, “I’ve seen her...in the halls.”

He believed it. “Oh.”

“She’s um...pretty. Isn’t she?” You hated that you were talking up someone else to your crush, but you also knew that Chris was destined to end up with her.

Chris’ eyes widened in slight realization. “Oh. I didn’t know you swung that way. Do you...like guys?”

Huh. Santa’s an ally.

“Um...” Shyly, you nodded. You felt your cheeks thinking about the implications of his question.

He just smiled. “Good!”

You spent the whole day following Chris to his classes. It was a dream. Chris kept freezing your desk with his powers and doodling little snowflakes and Christmas trees on it. It reminded you of Jack Frost in Rise of the Guardians. It was really cute too. The teacher had to tell you to quiet down several times because you were giggling too much.

At the end of the school day, you ran into Ethan again.

He’d spent the day mostly in the boiler room. He figured that he was spending enough time in regular school. He wasn’t about to spend more time in a fictional one.

When he saw you again, and you awkwardly brought up that you had signed both you and him up to go ice skating, he said, “Whatever,” which meant he’d go. The main reason he agreed was because he preferred anything over the blank cement walls of the boiler room.

He just didn’t consider one thing.

“Ethan, do you know how to skate?” you wondered, skating over to the boy hugging the wall.

“Psh, of course I do,” he lied shakily, tightening his grip on the solid, non-slippery surface. “I just, uh...like it better over here.”

You laughed. “Come here.” You took his hand.

Ethan panicked. “Whoa, whoa. What’re you doing?”

“Relax. I’m not gonna let go of you,” you assured. “Just one foot after the other, like this.”

Slowly, you started leading him around the rink.

For a little while, Ethan felt like he was actually getting it. One bad step though, and he started to freak out again. “Whoa, whoa!” he shouted.

“It’s alright, it’s alright!” you tried to say, but it was too late. You stayed true to your word, though. You didn’t let go of Ethan. You went down with him.

He was mostly scared of the act of falling down, so after that part was over, he was mostly concerned with the pain in his backside.

Ethan looked over to you to complain that you had let him fall, but he found you losing yourself in laughter. He forgot what he was going to say. Watching you, Ethan felt his heart speed up and a smile growing on his lips. Soon, both of you were laughing your asses off.

Eventually, you and Ethan had gotten your shit together enough to stand up. The two of you went over to customer services at the rink to get ice packs for your fresh bruises.

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve told you that I...uh...” Ethan trailed off.

You finished for him, “You’ve never been ice skating before in your life?”

“Yeah...” Ethan smiled because you started laughing again.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged off. “I guess I should’ve asked you if you knew how to skate before volunteering you for something against your will...again.”

Ethan was about to say he didn’t mind. He was about to say that the past couple days with you had been the most fun he’d had in a long time.

But then, Chris approached the two of you. “There you guys are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Y/n, I was wondering if you’d like to skate, um...with me for a bit.”

“Oh! Um...”

There it was. Chris was going to come along, yet again, and sweep you off your feet. You were going to say yes to Santa Creep, and Ethan would be left alone for the rest of the--

“Ethan and I are actually gonna head back home,” you replied to Chris, interrupting Ethan’s thoughts. “We’ve been skating for a while, and we’re both pretty tired. I’ll see you tomorrow though, okay?”

Chris seemed a little disappointed by your words. Ethan tried not to become too happy from the look on Kringle’s face.

“Oh...okay,” Chris replied, “I’ll see you tomorrow...”

Back in the boiler room, Ethan was still stuck on what had occurred at the ice skating rink. “You know...you didn’t have to come back with me...”

“Hmm?” You turned to Ethan and furrowed your brow.

He went on, “You didn’t have to come back with me ‘cause I don’t know how to skate. I coulda come back by myself. You could’ve kept having fun at the rink...with Chris.” Ethan had to physically push those last two words out.

“Nah, I didn’t really feel like it,” you answered with a shrug. “I’m probably not going to be skating for a while with these new bruises you gave me,” you teased, but your voice grew softer. “Plus, I wanted to spend more time with you.”

Ethan’s heart stopped. He looked away from you in an attempt to hide the growing blush on his cheeks.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” you bid before turning over in your makeshift bed, and laying down to rest.

Ethan’s last thoughts as he fell asleep that night was how the four concrete walls of the boiler room didn’t seem that lifeless with you there.

The following day was Friday. For the students of Northville High, it was the last day ‘til Winter Break, and the championship basketball game was that night. For you and Ethan, it was the last day of the movie.��Santa Claus Is Going To High School was supposed to end after the big game against South Heights.

You and Ethan ran into Chris in the cafeteria during breakfast. He had more pumpkin spice hot chocolate for the both of you. “Hey guys! I forgot to tell you last night, but since it’s the last day of school, there’s caroling in the halls today. Students who join don’t have to go to classes. Do you guys wanna carol with me?”

To prevent yourself from immediately responding “Yes!” you bit your lip. You looked to Ethan. You didn’t want to speak for him again.

He glanced to you, and it looked like he was about to reject the offer, but then he thought about it for a second. “You said it gets us out of classes?” Ethan asked.

Chris nodded.

Ethan sighed, “Yeah...okay.”

A smile broke out across your face. You couldn’t help but hug Ethan. “This is going to be so fun!” You felt Ethan’s body stiffen, and to it to mean that he thought it was weird that you were hugging him. You quickly separated from him.

You dismissed the pink painting his cheeks as you seeing things.

The actual singing part of caroling was pretty boring. The group of students you were with would just stop at random places in the hallway for a song or two. People in nearby classrooms would come out to watch you guys and get a little time off from class.

What made caroling so much fun though were Chris and Ethan. Between stops, the three of you would mess around in an effort to make each other laugh. Well, while you were trying to make both Ethan and Chris laugh, it had turned into a bit of competition between the two of them to get you to laugh. Personally, you didn’t notice any malice between the two of them, but you were too busy laughing to notice much anyway.

Throughout the day, everyone held their own books that had in them all the carols everyone was singing. Chris stole your book, and you had to go through the whole song and dance (no pun intended) of trying to get it back. Chris easily dodged you every time you went for the book.

At one point, you tripped over your feet while going for your book. Chris caught you before you fell, and for a second he just gazed at you with wide eyes. Then, something insane happened.

Chris Kringle kissed you. The boy, the fictional character you’d had a crush on since his movie came out, liked you enough to actually kiss you. You were frozen to your spot.

Kringle must’ve taken that as a negative reaction. He parted from you.

“Y/n...”

You heard a shocked voice behind you before you could say a word to Chris. You turned around and saw Ethan’s highly concerned face.

Suddenly, the bell rang. It was signaling the end of the school day. The sound made you jump.

“...I...I have to go, Y/n,” Chris told you. “Coach said he wants us in the gym as soon as the bell rings.”

You were reminded of the championship basketball game. “Right. Go,” you encouraged.

“Come to the game later. We can talk there,” he offered.

“Okay,” you nodded.

Chris left. You and Ethan were suddenly alone in the hallway.

Ethan stated, “I can’t believe he just kissed you.”

“I can’t believe he just kissed me either.” You exhaled for probably the first time since Chris’ lips were on yours. You couldn’t stop a small smile from forming.

“You don’t want to kiss him again, do you?”

The question made your smile vanish. You avoided Ethan’s gaze.

“Y/n, you can’t want any of that. None of this is even real!”

Your face started burning from embarrassment and anger, but you fought back anyway. “So what?” you shouted. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for something like this to happen?”

Ethan clearly hadn’t expected your voice to raise as well.

“Dammit, Ethan,” you really didn’t care anymore, “I’ve liked you for such a long time, but you never noticed me! The only reason you sat next to me in the theater was because I was the only person there. You had no other option. But Chris, he had all the options! And he chose me! Do you have any idea how that feels?”

You had shocked Ethan into silence.

“Look, I’m going to the gym to watch Chris practice. Come, don’t come, I don’t care.” It was true. You didn’t care. At that point, you didn’t care that the movie was supposed to play out a certain way. You left Ethan alone in the hallway and headed toward the gymnasium.

It took Ethan about a minute to even move. So many thoughts were running though his head. He was right to be mad at you, right? The movie had to end a certain way, or else you and him ran the chance of never going home. But then, there was the revelation that you had just unloaded on Ethan. You liked him? Like, liked him, liked him? The more he thought about it, the more obvious your crush became to him, and worse he felt about how he treated you in the past.

Ethan also started to realize that, maybe he liked you like that, too. Maybe he wasn’t just worried about the movie’s plot. Maybe he was so concerned about Chris’ behavior around you because he was jealous.

And that brought Ethan back to how he had acted around you in the past. Had he really been so bad? Yes. He’d been so concerned about his bad boy image that he pushed you aside whenever the two of you were around other students. He couldn’t imagine doing that after all you two had gone through in that movie. Ethan didn’t want to be away from you at all anymore, and that included right in that moment as well.

Ethan knew he was going to have to admit a lot of things to you to get a chance at getting you back. He only hoped it wasn’t too late. He glanced up at a clock in the hallway and realized he only had ten minutes ‘til the game started.

Meanwhile, you were looking at the same time on a clock in a hallway outside the gym.

“Y/n.” Chris came jogging up to you. “Thank you so much for meeting me here.”

“Uh...Hey, Chris,” you swallowed, dread filling you. You’d had some time to think since your argument with Ethan. You were still very angry with the leather-clad boy, and you still cared about Chris a lot, but Ethan was right about one thing. The movie needed to play out a certain way. You had no choice but to get out of the way of that.

Chris noticed your unease. “Are you alright, Y/n?”

You took a deep breath, preparing to let Chris down easy. “Um, we need to talk, Chris--”

“Wait,” he interrupted you, “I know what you’re going to say. Y/n, I’m sorry I kissed you. It was pretty naughty of me to get in the way of the movie.”

You blinked. Completely disregarding that ‘naughty’ line, you asked, “How’d you know that?”

At that, he just smiled, “I’m Santa Claus, remember? It’s also how I know it was your Christmas wish to start dating Ethan.”

“Wait, you’ve known this whole time that we’re in a movie? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He chuckled, seemingly embarrassed. “I was trying not to mess up the plot. Stay in character, you know? I guess I really fucked that up, kissing you.”

“Wow, I never thought I’d hear Chris Kringle curse,” you laughed.

“You just came out of no where, Y/n. Quite literally. I had no idea I’d...like you this much when I brought you here.”

Eyes nearly popping out of your head, you almost yelled, “You brought us here?!”

There was an echo. It was Ethan, who had just arrived on the scene. “Why the hell would you do that?” he frantically asked.

Chris just smirked, “You two will find out soon enough.”

The buzzer in the gym sounded, signaling the game was going to start soon.

Chris turned to you. “Y/n, I want you to hang onto my jacket for me.” He handed you his letterman. “Don’t worry about the plot of the movie, I’ll take care of it. I’m...really going to miss you, Y/n. Ethan, you got very lucky with this gift. Be very nice to them.”

He kissed you on the cheek and ran off before you could say something in return. You absentmindedly put on Chris’ letterman and turned to Ethan. Your plan was to try and explain away Chris’ leading last words to Ethan, but before you could:

“I really like you, Y/n,” Ethan blurted.

Your words got caught in your throat.

Ethan quickly continued, “I’ve only really noticed how I feel in the past couple days in this movie, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t liked you for a long time. I’m sorry for acting like such an asshole. I really don’t know how you continued to be nice to me after all that...”

He continued to ramble on, but some twinkling above your head caught your eye. You smiled when you looked up and saw it. “Hey, Ethan?”

Your voice immediately shut him up as he gazed at you.

“Look up,” you quietly prompted.

Hanging above the two of you was a beautiful little mistletoe.

“I...uh...” Ethan swallowed. “Does this mean you’ll forgive me?”

You smirked, “Well, I guess that depends on whether or not you’re a good kisser.”

Ethan’s face broke out in a grin as well. He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you close enough where your heads barely had to move at all to kiss.

You were woken up in the movie theater by the kid Ethan was babysitting—Tim, as Ethan had called him—cheering because Chris Kringle had successfully used the ‘Santa Swap’ to win the championship game against South Heights. At least, you thought Ethan had called him Tim. Did Ethan only say that while you and him were trapped in the movie? Was any of that real at all?

Dread filled you when you started to think that Ethan had never actually kissed you, it had been a dream. That dread doubled when you realized that you had fallen asleep on Ethan’s shoulder.

You slowly started to raise your head because you had a feeling that Ethan had fallen asleep too, and you thought maybe you could save yourself some embarrassment.

However, as soon as he could, and at the same time Chris kissed Noelle in the movie, Ethan kissed you too. “I just had the most amazing dream,” he whispered to you once you parted.

Several thoughts raced through your head. Was it a dream? Is it possible for two people to have the same dream? Yet, you quickly realized that it didn’t matter because Ethan had just kissed you. He liked you! You finally got your Christmas wish.

As you and Ethan walked out of the theater hand-in-hand, Ethan asked Tim, “So, nothing seemed weird about that movie, kid?”

Tim shrugged it off. “Nope.”

“Huh,” Ethan turned to you, you guessed probably to ask you how much you remembered, but Ethan gasped when he saw what you were wearing. “Holy shit.”

Following Ethan’s eyeline, you spotted what had freaked him out so much. “Holy shit,” you repeated.

You were still wearing Chris’ letterman.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. You should check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years ago

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“Mine. Yours. Ours” (l.h)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings X Reader

Summary: You and Luke decided to keep your relationship a secret. But what happens when he accidentally let it slip?

Warnings: The reader uses she/her pronouns, sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable with that, it was not my intention. Besides that None! Pure fluff and maybe some mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry, I’m trying and I will get better)

Word Count: 1.8 K

Author’s note: My first Luke piece just in time for his birthday! I struggled to find inspiration for this, but it came out of nowhere and I’m really happy with the result, hope you like it too 💕 Remember that all comments, reblogs and feedback are welcome! I will love to hear your thoughts on this! And you can find my other fics HERE. Thank you so so much, happy Luke Day! 🦋

“Good luck today, bub 😊💕”

Luke must’ve read that message time and time again in a matter of minutes, making it hard for him to erase that cheerful grin out of his face as he quickly typed a cute response. He was glad that his band mates were too busy in their own little world to notice and tease him about it.

But if he was being honest, he didn’t mind at all. In fact, everything his mates said about him was true: he was an idiot in love and he wasn’t afraid to show it, at least with them he wasn’t.

You both came to an agreement to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. Knowing how the media worked, Luke didn’t want to expose you to that so soon but, even though you said you were okay with it, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty and insecure. He notices the way you would frown when you had to pull away from each other in public, making it seem like you’re just friends or when you couldn’t hold his hand or kiss him in the middle of the street. If he could, he would show you off to the entire universe, shouting from the top of his lungs how happy and in love he was with you.

But he was scared, he didn’t want to lose you if all of it became too much for you, however, he knew that maybe one day you’ll get tired of all the secrecy and leave. He couldn’t blame you either way, but he’ll be devastated without you.

Scanning the text over and over again, Luke’s butterflies quickly became insecurities. He felt his stomach drop at the thought of not being with you and an urge to hold you as close as he could, just to make sure you’d still be there.

“Mate?” Ashton called for his attention.

Luke lifted his head and noticed that he was the only one left in the van. Shoving his phone on his back pocket, he ducked his way out of the car and onto the parking lot of the radio station, ready to face yet another day of countless interviews and promos.

One of the producers of the program was already waiting for them, escorting the band around the building and giving a few pointers to take into account. Luke wasn’t really paying attention to her, in his head he was still curled up in bed next to you, cuddling until one of you caved into their need of a morning coffee. He left today with the image of you peacefully sleeping under a mess of tangled sheets, wanting nothing more than to stay next to you a little longer.

“Hey guys!” The host said, snapping Luke out of his happy thoughts “We just cut to break so you’re on for the next bit. Nothing too crazy, just a few questions and a little game if you’re up for it”

“Sounds good” muttered the boys as they sat around the table adjusting their mics and headphones.

“Hey. You good, man?” Ashton whispered to Luke “You seem to be drifting into elevator mode again”

The blond man nodded “Just got my head somewhere else” but before his friend could ask where exactly, the classic gingle of the station resonated in their headphones, letting them know that the interview was about to start.

“Welcome back everybody!” The cheerful voice of the host filled the room “I’m here with the biggest band no one's ever heard of, the Australians who took on the world by storm in 2012 and haven’t stopped since, selling record after record and stealing the hearts of everyone around them. Everyone give up for 5 Seconds of Summer!” The crew around the booth clapped and cheered “Welcome, guys. Thank you for being here”

“Thank you for having us” Luke answered.

“Great! I wanted to talk about…”

It was always the same. One or two questions about their personal life, more questions regarding the album or the single, what are the plans for the tour, what city are you most excited to visit.. the boys knew it all and they knew how to handle it, always bringing the same charisma and easiness to it as they do in their everyday life.

The host was very fun as well, bringing up a few laughs and inside jokes among the four Australians, making it much easier for Luke to relax and enjoy the moment and for his mind not to drift constantly to you.

“Okay, now before you guys go. How about we play a game?” The host announced, pleased with the agreeing sounds of the band “We are going to go around the table and I’m going to give each of you a few prompts and sentences that you would have to answer as fast as you can, no more than 3 seconds. That sounds right? Okay, who wants to go first?”

“I can go first” offered Michael from across the table.

“Okay Michael, you have 3 seconds on the clock. Ready? And,,, The thing I could never live without is…”

“Internet”

“The person who I would call to hide a dead body would be…”

“Moose” he said, earning fits of laughter across the room “What? I wouldn’t trust these guys to hide a body! At least Moose can dig!”

The game went on like that for a few minutes. Each answer more crazy than the last, making everyone laugh and tease each other afterwards.

Then it was Luke’s turn, being the last one on the table he had all eyes on him.

“I’m kinda nervous” he laugh into the mic.

“Don’t be, it’s just a game! Now, ready Luke?” The frontman nodded “My guilty pleasure is…”

“Love Island” he answered, trying to hold a giggle as he heard his band mates laugh “What? You’ve seen it too!”

“Didn’t we all at some point? Okay, I want to do a collab with…”

“Yungblud, definitely”

“The person who makes me the happiest is…”

“Y/N”

His eyes winded as soon as your name left his lips. He looked around and saw with panic in his stare as the laugh of his mates died down, each of them slowly realizing what the blond man just said, creating a silence that covered the room like a cloak.

A million emotions ran through his head in the matter of an instant. Cursing himself for letting it slide so easily, throwing away all the effort you put into keeping it a secret without even realizing it until it was too late. But at the same time, he felt an overwhelming sense of freedom and happiness, like he could finally let go of that baggage, leaving it behind forever.

“Y/N?” Asked the host who quickly catches up “Is that..”

“That’s my girl” Luke said as he took a breath “The person who makes me the happiest man on earth for sure”

“Well this is news for everybody!”

“Well yes, we wanted to keep it on the downlow for a while but, she’s the love of my life, mate. Couldn’t keep it any longer”

Luke smiled at the thought of you, not even trying to hide it. The secret was out, and he was fine with it, happy even! Happy that he could call you his in front of everyone. His eyes skimmed around the room and he was relieved to see smiles plastered onto his friends’ faces.

“It was about damn time” Calum said. Making everyone laugh again.

When the interviews and promos finally ended it was late into the evening and Luke went straight home. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t a little bit scared of how you might take the news. He was a lot scared. What if you didn’t want this? Would you leave him? What if it became too much for you to handle?

A million questions ran through his head as he opened the door. But he felt all of his fears went away as he heard the music coming out of the kitchen.

You were listening to Taylor Swift whilst making dinner for the two of you, singing softly along the music and not really noticing Luke leaning against the kitchen frame. He watch with soft eyes as you swing and dance to the beat, audibly sighing as he took you in, falling in love once again, just like every night.

It wasn’t until you both heard Petunia’s little bark that you broke out of the spell. You turned around to see Luke kneeling down to give his little doggy a kiss and pat her head.

“Hey baby!” You greeted him as you turned the stove off “Dinner will be ready in a few I just need-“

“I talked about you today”

You froze. He what?!

“You- you what?”

Turning to face him. You saw his tall figure walking towards you with a smile drawn into his face. Once he was fully in front of you, Luke wrapped his arms around your waist, softly looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort or hatred.

“They asked who makes me the happiest person in the world,” he lifted his hand to caress your cheek “and I couldn’t think of anyone else that wasn’t you, because there isn’t one. So I said your name”

You felt your eyes start to water, your smile growing as the feeling of butterflies filled your stomach “So that means…?”

“The secret is out. No more hiding, love. The world needs to know that you’re mine and I’m yours”

Happiness came over you as you lifted your arms and brought them behind Luke’s neck, pulling him closer until your lips met. Melting in his gentle touch, you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, feeling as if a thousand sparks covered your bodies. Muttering “I love you’s” and sweet nothings into every kiss, allowing him to be yours and you to be his.

Luke pressed his forehead to yours, kissing the tip of your nose as you softly giggled. “I love you” he said, looking into your eyes “I love you and I’m so glad I can tell the world that I’m in love with you, Y/N”

“No more secrets, Luke.” You sighed as his lips traveled down your neck “Though, I have to admit that sneaking out was fun while it lasted”

“Hmm, naughty girl” he muttered against your sweet spot. Making you quietly moan under his touch.

“God. I love you”

He brought his lips to yours once more, smiling into it as he heard the familiar tune of your favorite song play through the speaker.

Luke took a step back, adopting a straightened pose as he bowed in front of you, offering you his hand “Dance with me, love?”

You giggled as you took his hand and placed the other one in his shoulder, letting him put his hand on your lower back and guide you through the living room in a dance that was so enchanting it felt like a movie. You laid your head on his chest as he swayed you around the house, feeling his heartbeat close.

All of your fears and doubts, they all went away. You both knew that, as long as you have each other, everything will be fine.

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drspencr · 4 years ago

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dating matthew would include...

a/n: hi hi here’s a little short hc because i haven’t posted anything in a while :) but other than that my requests are open rn and i don’t have a lot to do nowaday!!

content warning: mentions of an age gap

masterlist

definitely keeping your relationship a secret for a while

spotted out in public in the early stages in the relationship

but everybody attacked you guys even when no one confirmed anything

especially getting on your guys asses for the substantial age gap

so ever since then, you two kept it on the downlow until everyone forgot about it

BUT two years later matthew finally convinced you to go public

you posted a nice picture of him sitting across from you and captioned it “happy anniversary, my love”

and matthew posted a pic of you just waking up and captioned it “i can’t believe i get to wake up to this every morning ❤️”

when you finally look at your notifications and see the photo he posted you completely freak

“matthew you chose the worst photo of me!!!”

“oh please, you’re beautiful”

the fans finally accepting you two as a couple

all of them coming to terms with your guys relationship and having to live vicariously through you

horsing around everywhere you go

he’s probably the kind of person to play tag at target

super! fun! dates!

picnic dates

water park dates

disneyland dates

bubble bath dates

but as playful the casual dates are, he seriously knows how to wine and dine

sneaking into abandoned places for fun and clinging onto his arm the whole time

“matthew can we please get out of here? this place is giving me the creeps”

“you don’t want to say hi to the ghosts? they’re really nice once you get to know them”

“matthew!”

“im kidding, im kidding”

color coordinated outfits

he insists

(tons of) naked mirror selfies

like getting out of the shower and putting your leg on his hips

or simply just standing in front of the mirror and hugging each other, skin to skin

he’ll probably be obsessed with your body and thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the world

taking pictures, kissing and touching every inch of your skin, etc

it’s no doubt that he’s very intimate

calls you the step mom/dad of rumple buttercup

it was his way of saying that you’re somewhat of a family

CALLING EACH OTHER BUTTERCUP

and actually having a conversation about naming your first child rumple

kissing his forehead every chance you get

sometimes he gets insecure and thinks that he’s too touchy

so he’ll just stare at you from afar

probably looking up from his drawing every 30 seconds because he wants to hold you so badly

and you can feel him staring so you just open your arms and he just sheepishly walks over to you, sits down on your lap, and cuddles his head into your neck like a koala

buying him weird patterned socks to add to his collection!

it always brings a smile to his face no matter what it is

tickle fights

all the time

but you always end up winning and he always ends up on the floor with you on top of him

and he tries to ask you to stop but he can’t because he’s laughing too much

staying up because matthew literally doesn’t sleep until 4 am

but he realizes how much of a toll it’s putting on you so he starts going to sleep at a reasonable time

for your sake

watching binging criminal minds

matthew claiming that you probably like reid more than you like him

although, you were never going to admit that to his face jk

“you know that’s not true, baby. i love you and not the character you play, okay?”

“okay”

“but spencer reid still deserves better, fuck the cm writers”

“y/n!!”

“it’s true, don’t deny it”

letting you paint his nails

as long as it matched with the socks he was wearing that day

probably the hottest, wildest sex

like constantly experimenting and seeing what works best

and the aftercare? WHEW

he cooks you breakfast the morning after :)

matthew sneaking you onto set so you can watch him do his thing

also because he misses you

and when he has nothing to do and you’re not with him, he draws you from memory with flowers and hearts all around your face

“hey buttercup, how was work?”

“i drew you again”

“so a slow day, huh?”

dinners with his parents!

and it’s great because you and his mom get along so well and he loves seeing his two favorite people enjoying each other’s company

taking walks

like old couples

you would go in the morning, still in your pajamas probably

and just walk around the neighborhood talking about random shit and pointing out the chalk art on the sidewalk

he always has a new magic trick to show you and never runs out of cheesy jokes

sometimes he would pretend to be offended when you call him “grandpa” or “old man”

but other times, he would use his age as an excuse to get out of things

“matthew, do you want to eat dinner with me and my friend?”

“which friend?”

“bethany”

“oh uh,, i– my back hurts, yknow, old joints and all. maybe next time?”

you knowing damn well he just doesn’t want to see bethany

being friends with the whole cast (yk despite the drama and everything)

and going to all the cm parties

being friends with all of matthews friends honestly

another reason for him to love you so much

matthew wanting to propose for a long time but gets nervous and wants to wait for the right moment

he takes the ring with him everywhere he goes just in case

one day you’re just talking and laughing and he asks you out of nowhere

and takes the ring from his pocket like nothing

being matthew’s forever and having the most fulfilling married life 🥰

taglist:

@timey-wimey-lovi @harrys-creature @spencer-reid-in-a-pool @redbullchick @etherealsxnder @httpnxtt @blushingspencer @groovyreid @plazathehag @anditsdoctor @spenciereiddd @danandphilfan6 @estate-euphoric @yoongi-holland @la-vie-en-amour1

#no offense to bethany #i really hope no one here is named bethany #also some of this is inspired by my choke anon #if youre reading this i hope youre doing well :)#matthew gray gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler headcanon #mgg imagine #mgg #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler fic #mgg fic

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i-write-about-anything · 4 years ago

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Baby Daddies Part 30

Requested: idk why but i’m having some serious baby fever. could you something with a character(s) of your choosing with kids that’s super fluffy and amazing like the rest of your writing?

(you have two children with two different baby daddies lol bye)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Issac Lahey x Reader

Series Masterlist

“What do you mean her body is missing?” Noah spoke, his eyes shifting from his son to Melissa.

“I mean when we checked the morgue, she wasn’t there. Checked the cameras, no one came in or out.” Melissa sighed and looked at Stiles, his head dropped low. He didn’t know what to do, what to think. For Stiles (y/n) was gone, too far gone to be saved now.

“You mean to tell me that her body just went and disappeared?” Noah sighed and Melissa nodded before looking at Stiles.

“That’s exactly what I mean. We’ve looked everywhere, I know this is the last thing I would ever want to tell you.” She placed her hand on her forehead as she began to pace the small hallway.

“What do we do?” Stiles’ voice was low. There was no way he was going to get hopes that his fiancé upped and walked away. “We can’t just stand here and wait around, the faster we find her the faster we can lay here to rest like she deserves.” Stiles wiped his face, of course the tears hadn’t stopped. The ringing of Noah’s cellphone cut him off before he could answer his son.

“I need to take this.” Noah looked down at the phone that displayed Parrish’s name before walking out of the hospital’s sliding doors. “Talk to me, did you get him?”

“Sherriff,” Parrish sighed. “He’s not well.”

“What do you mean he’s not well? What the hell is going on Parrish.” Noah hissed into the phone as Parrish looked at Isaac who sat with his back against the tree and his head in his hands, blood spilling from the gash in his arm.

“He wasn’t running from us Sherriff; he was running from her.” Jordan gulped, he’d seen her, he knew he had.

“From who Parrish?” Noah’s heartbeat increased.

“(Y/N).” Jordan swallowed as he continued to look at Isaac. “She’s not herself, I’m almost certain this isn’t her but it looked just like her. She injured him and he’s not healing. She ran off before I could go after her.”

“Look, keep this on the downlow, the last thing I need is for my son to try to chase after her, if it’s even her. Bring Isaac to the station, we’ll see what he can tell us.”

“He hasn’t done much talking sir.” Parrish nudges Isaac’s leg. “Hasn’t moved as much either.”

“Just bring him in Parrish, I'll see you there.” Noah sighed and hung up the phone before running his hand over his face. The supernatural had a way of fucking up everyone’s life. All he wanted was to let his son grief, the loss of a significant other was like no other. It's like a piece of yourself gets torn away from you and there’s no getting it back. Noah knew too much about how that felt.

“Dad?” Stiles’ voice cracked, he hated seeing his son so broken, he’d seen him like this before, when his mother had died. “What’s going on?” Noah shook his head and motioned for him to come closer to him.

“Nothing you need to worry about, let’s get you back home, yeah? I need to head into the office.” Stiles didn’t say a word, instead he followed his father to his truck, climbing in and closing the door. He immediately put his head in his hands, he hadn’t had much sleep and he was beginning to feel it. The drive back to the Stilinski residence wasn’t long, before Stiles knew it he was sitting in his dad’s couch, Scott next to him as he handed him his son.

“Daddy?” Peter whispered; he’d never seen his father like this which only scared him.

“Hey buddy.” Stiles’ whispered out giving his son a small kiss on the forehead.

“Where’s mommy?” Stiles gulped as he fought to keep his tears in. Stiles shook his head and hugged his son closer. “I want to see mommy.” Stiles shook his head and looked at Scott for help, he didn’t know what to tell his son.

“Hey buddy, remember you were going to tell you dad about the race car aunt Lydia bought you?” Scott asked Peter as his small eyes lit up at the thought of the small toy. He wiggled out of Stile’s lap and ran up the stairs. “He’s going to be okay.” Scott whispered looking at the direction that Peter had ran off to.

“But I'm not.” Stiles’ voice cracked and Scott snapped his head towards his best friend. “I can’t live without her.” Stiles words caught Scott’s heart and when he saw the tears running down his best friend’s face, he brought him into a hug.

“You’re not going to do this alone; I’m always going to be here for you Stiles. You’re my best friend, she was my best friend.” Scott sniffed as he tightened his arms around Stiles who sobbed into his chest. “Everything is going to be okay, maybe not now but it will be.” Scott sighed and closed his eyes. He hadn’t grieved his friend's death just yet, he wanted to be strong but time was running out and his heart wasn’t going to last much longer. They sat there for what seemed like hours; Peter hadn’t returned which is what caused Stiles to pull away from his friend.

“Peter?” Stiles called out as his voice cracked once more. When there was silence Stiles shot up from the couch and took the stairs to at a time. “Peter?” Stiles repeated as he opened the door to his old bedroom.

“Shhh.” Amy shushed Stiles as she put her index finder to her lips. Stiles gulped watching as she wrapped her arms around her little brother. She placed a kiss on his forehead as he slept. “Peter was tired.” She simply said as she laid her head back down on the pillow. Stiles moved towards his kids taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to Amy.

“You okay honey?” Stiles whispered not wanting his daughter to hear the heartbreak in his voice. She simply nodded and closed her eyes, tears slipping from them only moments after. “Hey, hey, sweetheart.” Stiles sighed as he placed his hand on her head. “Come here.” Stiles tugged on her slightly before she unwrapped her arms from her brother and moved to Stiles’ lap. He hugged her into her chest and sighed as he placed a kiss on her head. “Everything is going to be okay.” Stiles whispered as he moved his legs onto the bed letting his back rest on the headrest of the bed. She sobbed silently clutching onto Stiles’ shirt. “It’s okay honey, it’s okay.” Stiles repeated as he stroked Amy’s hair. And at that moment Stiles knew that he had to press pause on his own feelings and worry about his kids. He’d still cry, no doubt about it, but not in front of them, no, in front of them he’d be the rock they needed, the parent they needed. Just like his father had done for him those years ago.

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“Isaac!” Noah yelled as he snapped his fingers in front of his face.

“He’s not looking so hot.” Liam spoke. Isaac was pale, his eyes red rimmed as tears rolled down them. He hadn’t said a word in the thirty minutes he was there and it looked like he wasn’t going to either.

“Maybe we should get him checked out?” Parrish looked at Noah who shook his head.

“This is the guy who killed the mother of my grandchildren, he could all but die for all I care.” Noah spat before Liam nodded in agreement.

“Please.” Isaac whispered causing all three heads to snap his way. Isaac’s eyes met Noah’s a silent plea in them. Isaac loved (y/n), more than he’d ever admit. He wasn’t himself; he could admit that only a portion that attacked her was him, the rest was something else he couldn’t understand himself. He’d woken up in the middle of the night hearing her whispers as she taunted him about being with Stiles which only made the anger in him boil. “Please.” He repeated. He knew he was on his last few breaths, he’d want to die, for killing the love of his life, for killing the mother of his daughter. He wanted nothing more than to die but something in him wanted to fight to stay alive. To figure out why he’d been compelled to turn his back on her, to figure out why she stood before him when only hours ago her lifeless body was in the hospital bed getting rolled out to the morgue.

“Deaton.” Liam spoke when no one else spoke. He wanted nothing more than to let Isaac die but he needed to know what he knew, if (y/n) was really alive and if she was why was she going after Isaac with a vendetta when (y/n) would have been with her family if she were alive. “We can take him to Deaton and then we can find out what he knows.” Liam looked at Noah who sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Fine, but then we’re either locking him up or letting him succumb to the injuries.” Noah grabbed his jacket from his chair and moved to his door not looking back as Jordan and Liam helped Isaac to his feet.

Minutes later they walked into Deaton’s clinic, his eyes scanning Isaac as they stopped at the gash on his arm. “That’s a nasty cut.” He stated as Liam threw Isaac on the table.

“Can you help him?” Liam sighed and Deaton’s eyebrows narrowed.

“I had the impression Isaac was a dead man walking, kind of like he is now?” He looked at Noah who shook his head.

“He has information we need; can you help him or not?” Noah rolled his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to kill Isaac right now. Deaton nodded and proceeded to take a look at Isaac’s arm.

“How did you get this Isaac?” Deaton inspected it before grabbing a book from one of his cabinets.

“He won’t talk, but my guess is (y/n) did this. I saw her before she took off.” Parrish crossed his arms over his chest.

“(Y/N)?” Deaton’s head snapped to Parrish. “Are you sure it was her?”

“It was her.” Isaac spoke lowly and Deaton swallowed before he grabbed a jar with a green powder in it.

“What’s that?” Parrish spoke.

“It’ll help stop whatever it’s spreading through him so I can figure out why this is terribly bad. If (y/n) did this I'm afraid she’s not the (y/n) you used to know.” He flipped through the book and looked at Isaac. “What’d she look like?”

“Like herself.” Isaac stared at the wall as Deaton continued to spill things into his arm. “Like she did the day at the hospital, completely broken.” Isaac coughed out.

“What do you think doc?” Noah spoke biting his lip.

“Looks like he’ll be fine, whatever she did to him isn’t permeant. However, the wound does look like it to be one from a wendigo.” Deaton spoke as he flipped the book.

“A wendigo?” Parrish questioned. “Would that give her the ability to disappear too?”

“What do you mean?” Deaton looked back at Isaac.

“I mean like poof disappear into thin air.” Parrish wiggled his fingers.

“I’m afraid not, Isaac did you see (y/n) do this?” Isaac shook his head.

“No, I saw her running to me, I thought I was losing my mind, that she was in my head.” Isaac closed his eyes. “Thought my mind was playing some awful trick on me but then I felt it and when I looked back, she was there, so I ran.” Isaac shook his head.

“Then I found him running.” Parrish stepped forward. “She disappeared the moment I laid my eyes on her.” Deaton shook his head.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Noah sighed. The room went silent as Deaton continued to flip through pages, his eyes scanning the words as he thought of what it could have been.

“It wasn’t me.” A whisper in the room caused everyone to snap their heads to the main entrance.

“Who the fuck said that?” Liam gulped looking around the room.

“Me.” A flicker of light lid up Deaton’s office before a cry erupted from Isaac. “It wasn’t me.” (Y/N) spoke lowly as she stood in front of the four men, their eyes widening as they took a step back from her.

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story tags; @beaiiir

forevertags; @bojabee@imperfect-circle@dakotapaigelove@a-gir1-has-n0-name@riverdalehoeeeeeee@sabertooth-potato@heyitscam99@peterstarksstarker@royal-fanfic@vixengustin88

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Baby’s First Bully (800+ Follower Special)

Pairing: Shelby & Gray Family + Female!reader + Elizabeth Shelby (no romance)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, possibly pure, heart-melting, cuteness?

Words: 1,407

Summary: It’s a wonder what a grown man would do for a child, let alone what 3 grown men with a gang of other adult men would do for a child that isn’t even theirs.

Note: 1, I’ve started putting a summary? I dunno, I’m toying around for right now. 2, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH! As usual, I’m at a loss for words, but it means so so so much to me. I love you all. Thank you. Oh also, Ellie is a nickname for Elizabeth!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Elizabeth Shelby Origin

The morning Elizabeth trudged through the front door with watery eyes was the morning the boys had snapped. Polly was the first to notice, as she was waiting for Elizabeth to arrive from her walk home from school.

“Hello Elizabeth! How was- ...What’s wrong?” The smile dropped from her face and she began to inspect her great-niece. “What happened?”

“It’s...it’s nothing.” Elizabeth tried to sneak past her great-aunt, but the grown woman sighed and turned, picking Elizabeth up easily and plopping her down on a chair.

“Nothing is usually something. What. Happened.” When Elizabeth still didn’t respond, Polly shook her head and looked at her with a pleading face, “If you won’t tell me...will you tell one of your uncles?”

Thinking for a second, Elizabeth nodded. “Uncle Finn. He’s a good secret keeper!”

Polly couldn’t help but smile a little, the little girl sitting in front of her convinced by many things, a world of imagination in her little head, had so much to learn. To be young and innocent, Polly bit her lip before trailing off to find Finn, the memories made her heart ache with sorrow, rage, and joy all at the same time.

She watched from the doorway as Finn sat his niece upon his lap, making funny expressions as she whispered into his ear, hand making a tunnel between it and her mouth.

After Finn thanked her and got up, he walked to the kitchen, meeting Polly and sitting with her. “So, what did she say?”

Concern laced the boy’s brows, “She said she didn’t tell you because it’d be tattling and tattling is rude and she doesn’t want to be rude.”

“Bless her soul.” Polly put a hand over her heart, “Alright. What did she say happened?”

“A boy. He was teasing her, pulling on her hair. Laughing at her. Saying rude things to her-”

“She’s being bullied?” The two at the table turned their heads so fast, it was a wonder how they didn’t snap right off their necks. John and Arthur were standing at the doorframe, Tommy arriving just a few seconds afterwards.

“What’s going on? Why are you blocking the door?” He observed the expression on both Polly and Finn’s faces, taking note of their attitudes. “What happened?”

Finn was ready to tell his older brother to bug off, try to keep his promise of secrecy between his aunt and niece, but Polly beat him too it, ready to tell the man of the house what had been going on. “Ellie’s being bullied.”

“What?”

“She’s being b-”

“I heard what you said!” Tommy pushed his brothers aside and sat beside his aunt, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, only for it to be snatched by Pol before he could place it between his lips. “What are we gonna tell Y/n?”

“We aren’t going to tell her anything. If Ellie would like to tell her mother, then she can be the one to tell her mother, but for now, I think she’d like to keep it on the downlow.”

“She told you.”

Finn rolled his eyes, “Yeah, because she trusts me. It was meant to be for me and Pol to know, not you or John or Arthur!” A bang came from the other door, Johnny Dogs falling forward and causing Finn to roll his eyes yet again. “Or Johnny.”

“Yeah about that...I kinda told the others already. They’ll be here any moment.”

“Goddamnit Johnny.” Tommy groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. “Fine. But we ask Ellie what we should do beforehand. We will not be initiating any acts of revenge without her consent.”

“Good idea Tom.” The man smirked before rushing out of the room, fearing Tommy would have a worse reaction had he stayed.

Soon enough, the rest of the Peaky Blinders had arrived, gathering in the kitchen with Tommy and his brothers. Polly walked in with Elizabeth on her hip, smiling nervously. She set the minor down and nodded to the people in their infamous caps.

“Ahem...” Johnny stepped forward and kneeled, taking off his cap and brushing a hand over his forehead, “Miss Elizabeth? We hear you’ve been bullied. Would you like us to teach him a lesson?”

The little girl furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head, blinking a few times. Then she looked to her aunt and back to Johnny before speaking, “What kind of lesson? Like numbers?”

“No, no. Not that kind of lesson. Like...give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“Oh no! Is he sick?” Some chuckles rang through the room, the people in front of Elizabeth finding humor her naïve responses.

Johnny sighed. “He’s not sick either-”

“That’s good.” Elizabeth smiled again, “ I don’t want him to be sick.”

“We’re asking if you’d like us to make him stop being mean. As in, be mean back to him, tell him to back off.”

A look of horror took place on her face as her eyes widened and she shook her head violently. “No! No! That’s mean! That’s mean, and we’re not supposed to be mean!”

The men next to Johnny looked at each other, Johnny exchanging looks with them as well, with confusion and cluelessness in what they were to do. ��Uhm... Well, if you don’t want us to be mean...what do you want us to do?”

Elizabeth thought for a second, frowning as her brows reknitted themselves and her eyes darted around the room. Then, as if an imaginary lightbulb had lit up above her head, she smiled widely.

“I can read! My teacher tells me I’m an excellent reader, and that I’d be an even better writer...” She paused. “That’s when he told me girls can’t write. But that’s okay! I’m gonna prove him wrong one day.”

The men watched as Elizabeth walked to the family room, seemingly unphased by the comment the boy at her school had made to her. A part of Polly and her family felt proud, while the other felt somewhat shocked.

It was like the little girl was unbreakable, shrugging off the bullying as every day occurrences; like if an earthquake just happened every hour or so while she just sat in her chair and continued going along with her life as if the earth wasn’t shaking.

Blinking their surprise away, the group followed Elizabeth where they sat down on sofas and chairs, some even on the floor, around her. She pulled out a book and laid it on her lap, beginning the page with excitement in her voice.

Their expressions were no different; the room practically full of grown men and a little girl, all of the adults watching and/or listening with awe and intrigue, as if she were the adult and they the children.

Y/n walked into her family’s home, looking around with unease in the unusual silence. She heard her daughter’s voice and began walking to it, only to be stopped by her aunt. Y/n opened her mouth, preparing to ask what had been going on while she was out, but Polly clasped a hand over her mouth and held a finger up to her own.

Pol led Y/n to the room, showing her the chair occupied by her daughter, as well as the men around it, all either drifting off or already passed out. Despite their states, Elizabeth continued to read until she got to the last page, closing the heavy book when she had finished.

She hopped out of the chair and set the book where she had been sitting. Walking to Johnny Dogs, she pressed a kiss to his forehead and told him goodnight before hopping over the men who’d already fallen asleep on the floor.

Approaching the door, a smile relit her face. “Mommy!” She hugged her mother tightly, nuzzling her face into her, then pulling away. “I’m not ready for bed yet. I know it’s late, but I was reading uncle Tommy’s friends a bedtime story. I’m sorry for staying up, it won’t happen again!” Without giving her mother time to respond, she darted past her and up the stairs to get ready for bed.

“She’s too innocent to be a Shelby.”

“That’s true for now, aunt Pol.” Y/n shook her head as a lopsided grin graced her face. “But, to be honest, she’s one of the best things to have happened to this family. To have happened to me.”

Polly chuckled, “You can say that again.”

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backtothestart02 · 3 years ago

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The Football Star and the New Girl - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: I suck at titles lately...oh well. Enjoy this first chap! The story itself is based loosely on a dream I had. :)

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Synopsis: HS!AU - They were like ships passing in the night. Would they ever meet on the same page?

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Chapter 1 -

Francine West walked down the hall and peeked into the open doorway of her daughter’s bedroom. She found her sitting on her bed, her things packed in multiple suitcases at her feet, but she herself – Iris West, 14 ¾ years old – did not look very excited to be leaving her home without her family. She was looking at a photo album. Tears were staining her cheeks.

Francine rested her head against the door frame as she watched her, her heart aching to heal the wounds she knew would only grow more with time.

“It’s not too late to change your mind, you know.”

Iris’ head whipped toward the sound, and she hastily shut the photo album and tossed it onto her bed, wiping her cheeks quickly after.

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t interrupting, was I?”

She walked into the room, and Iris scooted over a little so she could sit next to her on the bed.

“No, not at all. I’m glad you’re here.”

They shared a sweet look, then Iris leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder. Francine held out her hand, and Iris intertwined her fingers in her mother’s grip.

“I still want to go,” she assured her.

“Yeah?”

She nodded against her shoulder.

“I need stability, mom. I can’t be moving around going from school to school every six months. I’m proud of dad, of course, and I love being with you all. I’ll miss you a lot, but…I want friends and the same school and a life.”

“A boyfriend?” Francine nudged her gently.

Iris rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Maybe…eventually. I’m only 14, Mom.”

Francine nudged her again.

“14 ¾.”

Iris laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. A boyfriend would be nice, once I get to know the guy for more than a couple months. But first, friends.”

“Friends are important too.”

Iris nestled into her mother’s embrace and sat in silence for a while.

“What about Wally? Is he going to be going to new schools every-”

“I’ve decided to attempt homeschooling.”

Iris lifted her head.

“You have?”

She nodded.

“He’s only 10, so the curriculum is simpler, and he’s pretty introverted, even around us, so Ruffly can suffice for his friend. At least for now.”

Francine pursed her lips. She did want real, live human friends for her son, as well as for her daughter. But for now their golden retriever seemed to be what got the most laughs out of young Wally West. She would hope that lasted at least through another school year.

“I’d take him with me if I could,” Iris said.

“You’d take both my children from me?” Francine asked, only half joking. “What am I supposed to do all day long without your brother to drive me crazy?”

Iris looked into her mother’s eyes and saw that they were watering.

“Oh, Mom, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, honey.”

She sighed and pressed a kiss to her daughter’s temple.

“I know it hasn’t been easy for you, losing your friends so often because we have to move. It’s the life of a military family, I’m afraid. I signed up for it when I agreed to marry the man, but you, my baby, were just born into it.”

She pulled back to look into her eyes.

“I want you to know though that if at any time the school isn’t working out for you, we’ll come get you in a heartbeat.”

Iris winced. She knew it wasn’t that simple. They were moving overseas to a new post. Iris would be staying here in the U.S. Even if the school was a bit of a move for her too. It wasn’t anything she wasn’t used to.

Still, she obliged her.

“Yeah, okay, mom.”

She smiled, but Francine knew better.

Footsteps sounded down the hallway, and interrupting their little moment came Joe West with little Wally West on his back. Joe was dressed in all camouflage wear, and Wally was giggling from bouncing up and down on his “horsie”. Ruffly was close at Joe’s heels.

“What is this here?” Joe asked, witnessing the tear streaks on his two ladies’ faces.

“Dad!” Iris sprung up.

She ran to him, and he slowly released Wally off his back, who promptly complained when his shoeless feet hit the floor.

Joe hugged his daughter tight, lifting her off her feet briefly and kissing the side of her face.

“Oh, baby girl, are you sure you want to go?”

Iris laughed when she was back on her feet again. She wiped away fresh tears.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m just gonna miss you guys, but I need this. For me. Okay?”

He sighed and nodded, then looked across the room at his wife.

“She’s so grown-up.”

“I know.” Francine sniffled.

“Why is everyone crying in here?” Wally asked. “Aren’t we gonna see her for Christmas?”

Everyone laughed.

“Aren’t you gonna miss me at all, you little punk?” Iris asked, ruffling his curly hair.

“Eh, maybe a little.” He shrugged, uncaringly.

Iris rolled her eyes.

“Well, it’s time to get going then, yeah?” She looked at her parents who nodded.

“Yeah,” Joe said. “That seven-hour drive is no joke.”

“Seven hours! That’s a lifetime!” Wally whined.

Ruffly barked.

“Just wait till your plane ride,” Iris egged him on. “That might be even longer.”

Wally groaned. “I hate traveling!”

“Better make sure you have something to keep you occupied with then, Walls,” Joe said, and with that Wally zipped out of Iris’ room to make sure his many bags included plenty of toys to play with on his very long journey.

“I’ll go help him,” Francine said. “We’ll meet you at the door with his things.”

“Sounds good.”

Joe smiled, but it was pained. Once Francine had left, all the toughness had melted away again, as it often did with his baby girl.

“Boy, am I gonna miss you,” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Dad.” Another tear streamed down her cheek, and he was quick to wipe it away. “You look so handsome in your uniform, Dad.”

He chuckled.

“Alright, enough sadness for now. We can do this again in seven hours.”

She laughed. “Okay.”

“You wanna help me get all a million and one suitcases out to the car?”

She took a step back and looked around her room.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“You can apologize by helping me.”

“Deal.”

She smiled, and slowly they made their way to the front door and then the driveway with all seven of her suitcases. It took a few trips, but then she knew she would need every bit of her belongings for the long school years that lay ahead.

Her family would visit as often as they could, of course, but it would be difficult with them living overseas. She probably wouldn’t see them again until her dad was forced to move again like they were doing now.

But she’d thought long and hard this. She longed for friendships that lasted, for a life beyond what was available to a military family. She needed to connect and to be free for a while, even at the sacrifice of not seeing her family every day, especially her mom and baby brother. This new school – Huntington Farm and Boarding School – would be just the ticket.

Out in the middle of nowhere somewhere down south, the school was on a huge stretch of lush land that also served as a farm – no animals, just crops, which was a shame, Iris thought. She’d miss having even just her dog around too.

But the place was renowned for its academics and social scene there in the middle of the wilderness. A boarding school for those who needed it, traveling families mostly; and if the colorful flyer they’d sent in the mail was any indication, Iris would absolutely love it.

“Everybody ready?” Joe asked, when everyone had piled into the car sometime later.

“Ready!” the family cheered.

Joe chuckled and started the car.

“Huntington Farm and Boarding School, here we come. Watch out for your most dazzling student yet.”

He met Iris’ eyes in the rearview mirror, and they sparkled.

“You know it!” Iris said.

Joe grinned and backed out of the driveway.

They were all on their way to bigger adventures now.

…

One year later…

Iris sat on top of the fence on the edge of the football field, waiting for who she hoped she hadn’t misinterpreted wrong. After nearly a year of first claiming he didn’t like her and then months of mixed signals, Iris was convinced he actually did like her, as much as she liked him.

Sitting on the fence post waiting for the guy to come kiss her seemed like an odd tradition, but it was built into the social aspect of the school, and she figured it was the only guaranteed way she’d know if he was really crushing or not.

She’d dressed as cute as she could for a game, and soon she’d know if it would pay off or not.

Biting her bottom lip, she gasped quietly when she saw him coming around the corner heading right towards where she had herself perched.

Barry Allen was the star football player – star of every sport he could get himself into really – and they’d been making genuine eyes at each other for weeks. Now, as he approached her, it felt as if their whole future was hanging in the balance.

He stopped about 20 feet away. Bracing himself maybe for the decision he’d have to make? Presumably have gained the courage, he continued his walk, headed straight for her and stopped directly in front of her.

Iris waited, her heart hammering a mile a minute in her chest. He was tall enough to reach her – so tall, but she bent her head anyway, and sure enough their lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

She opened her eyes as he took a step back, but the smile on his face was undeniable. So was hers.

Just as he was about to say something truly romantic – she’d decided – one of his teammates burst behind them.

“Did you just kiss Iris West?”

Barry spun around, panic on his features.

“I-”

Another teammate appeared.

“Wait, what?”

“Barry just kissed Iris!”

“But I thought he hated her. He swore he did.”

Iris tensed on the top of the fence, waiting for Barry to smooth the whole thing over. It couldn’t be that big of a deal that he’d pretended to hate her all while flirting with her on the downlow for nearly a year…could it? It was annoying to her for sure, but his teammates couldn’t be that annoyed, could they?

Barry never smoothed it over.

His teammates left, looking disgusted, and Barry looked back at Iris for one more moment, not knowing what to do. Then he left, calling after them.

“Wait, guys, it’s not what it looks like!”

And Iris sat alone on top of the fence, the magical memory of her first kiss completely shattered.

How would they come back from this?

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #the football star and the new girl #chapter 1

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thebickedwitchoftherest · 5 years ago

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Unraveled || Cece & Otto

Location: The Magic Circle

Featuring: @gravityfissure

Summary: Otto calls in Cece to talk about magic, but they mostly just flirt.

The Magic Circle was quiet for a Thursday. Although it was still early, Otto knew that a fair few of their regulars would be stopping in soon enough and was in the process of organising a few of the bottles. He knew precisely where each was located, it was a skill you needed when things got busier as the night drew on. Patrons didn’t care to be kept waiting and the smooth efficiency with which the bar staff worked and communicated kept everything moving in orderly fashion. Out of most of the odd-job bar gigs he’d worked across the years Otto had to admit the Circle was a nice change of pace. Not to mention the garden theme and twinkling light charms emanated a welcoming atmosphere that put most of their guests at ease; it was a rustic oasis of calming charm in a town that seemed hell bent on providing its residents with anything but. He was just in the process of pouring out a pint for Old Joe; a grizzled werewolf with a hefty tuft of a beard who always seemed to look half-asleep even when talking to you when the door to the establishment opened and a familiar figure walked in. Glancing over his smile brightened, “evening love, with you in just a second” he winked before quickly adding the pint to Old Joe’s tab. With no other patrons in need for the moment, he slid down and out from behind the bar to meet Cece half-way opening his arms for a hug. “Cece, looking stunning as ever. How the devil are you?”

Cece liked the magic circle. It didn’t take long after discovering it for the bar to become one of her favorites in town. This was of course in part to the exclusivity of it all. Though she tried to keep a downlow on her abilities, the bar was specifically known for being a pretty secretive place. The other part was the company. Since the place was so exclusive the people that frequented the place seemed to have a Cheers familial type presence to them. Plus, the bartender was easy on the eyes. “Otto! If it isn’t my favorite bartender and hype man.” She greeted him with a hug, doing a little twirl for show, “You’re right of course, but I never get tired of hearing you say it. You’re not looking so bad yourself.” He finger gunned at Old Joe. The two saw each other often but never exchanged much more than a head nod. “I’m fantastic as always. I’m ready for the tea” Cece turned her attention back to Otto, hopping onto a bar stool and resting her elbows on the bar, “And for whatever’s on special tonight. How are you holding up tonight?”

Some things warranted exclusivity and if that branch of secrecy protected those that came here then all the more for it. Otto knew that a lot of the patrons still preferred to maintain their airs and not disclose what they were, which was fine, so long as you didn’t cause any lasting trouble for other clients or the staff. Anything that was deemed too much would be taken care of swiftly and efficiently. “Always, always” he beamed, wrapping her up for a moment before letting her go so she could take a seat. “And I will never tire of saying it.” Slipping back behind the counter once more he set about immediately setting out a cocktail glass and turning to the bottles behind him. His hands moved with practised efficiency, spinning one to pour out just the right amount while throwing another bottle to his free hand, each movement finessed and accentuated by a soft purplish trail of shadow dotted with glittering silver sparks. Magical illusions, nothing too taxing or draining to perform but entertaining regardless. The finished drink - rose petal in colour with a white base was slid forward. “I like to call this one split decisions. Gin, Marie-Framboise, Forhave Apertif with a dash of lemon. Fresh and lively.” There was no point in rushing, they could get into the topic of what he’d wanted to chat about once she’d settled. “How’s life? Not been hassled too much by those mimes wandering the streets I hope?”

Cece watched with glee as Otto put some pizazz into his drink making, another perk of her favorite bartender. He certainly liked to put on a show. Cece was sure that his pockets full of tips at the end of the night lent a hand in him continuing to show off. The end result was a pretty drink, just flashy enough to make a statement without making Cece feel like she was drinking a pina colada. “You work magic, Otto.” She joked, sliding the drink over to take a long sip, “Mmm magnifique, as per usual.” She beamed dreamily, taking another sip to savor the flavor. “You know me, I like to stay busy.” Cece shrugged. Admittedly, she had been pretty bored since Morgan had moved out. Work kept her busy during the day, but she found herself either at the bars or curled up on her couch watching TV. Neither were particularly exciting by herself. She was ecstatic for the excuse to run by the bar tonight to meet Otto. “Not even the mime version of me would have the balls to try to kill me” Cece joked, wondering why she hadn’t seen one of her own. She had heard talk around talk. Another notch on an increasingly long list of supernatural things that White Crest citizens willfully ignored. Shocker. “How about you, you surviving out here?”

Otto knew well enough his job was just as much about showmanship as it was serving the drink, it was the nature of the sort of work he was drawn to - client first. Whether in pouring a drink or stealing a priceless relic, so long as they were happy and got what they wanted at the end of the day his bank would be full and happy. “Anything to keep you coming back,” he winked, his tone light-hearted and playful as ever another fact of the job. People came here to deal with their issues, not listen to the front of house complain about theirs and Otto was rather good at keeping his issues out of sight and out of mind. “Yes, you do. But has anything interesting happened? You can tell me your life’s been all work no play?” He threw the rag that he used to wipe down the counter to one side, folding his arms and leaning forwards, occasionally his eyes would drift to the rest of the bar but no one else needed his attention right now. “Oh don’t say that too loud, next thing you know she’ll be right up in here trying just that…” he made a face at the thought, the clean up would be horrific. “Well enough besides the weird black liquid pouring out of my taps… Not to mention a cute guy bringing me flowers. Life’s on the up and up all things considered.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I think you’re stuck with me for life now.” Cece tipped her glass towards Otto and took another long drink. “My life has been shockingly uneventful over the last month. My roommate moved out. My boss practically had a nervous breakdown, so now I get to work extra hours making sure her replacement doesn’t fuck up the morgue. She claims he’s competent at his job, but I’m not so sure.” Admittedly, Cece was almost positive that he was perfectly capable of performing his job well, but she didn’t like him. That was all she needed to be unimpressed with any little thing he did differently than Regan. “I need something to do. Anything, honestly.” She hadn’t spent this much time alone in months. “Can you imagine? Two of me in here? Poor Old Joe’s heart couldn’t take it.” She flirted, glancing over at him, knowing that he must have heard her. He didn’t give any indication that he had. Boo. “Black liquid was a rocky start, but please tell me more about this cute guy of yours! Give me a love life to live through Otto. I’m begging you.” She gave her classic puppy dog eyes, staring up at him pleading as she took a long sip from her straw, finishing the drink with a loud slurping noise.”

“There are worse things in life than having you around,” Otto laughed, shaking his head fondly before looking back to his friend. “Your boss? Regan right?” Nervous breakdown? The thought made him frown. “Sheesh… Sounds like hell in the WCPD.” Was that why so many cases in this town went unsolved? Granted, some of them were more than most people informed on the realities of their would could handle let alone the many mortals that bolstered the department’s ranks. But that wasn’t really their fault. “I don’t think any of us would. Nothing could withstand that level of beauty… But if you’re looking for things to do I’ve got a couple of things I could use a hand with…” he threaded his fingers together. “Well, the black liquid is one of the jobs I need a hand with, but how about details about the cute guy in return for help on these problems?” he offered with a tilt of his head. “Now steady on there love,” he laughed holding up a hand, “I’d say love life is a stretch by a mile. We met by chance at a club, hit it off and it’s a complete and utter disservice to how attractive he is to say he’s simply handsome, but…” Otto’s grin grew a little more coy “he’s hot as hell...” He pointed at the drink, “another?”

Sure, Cece loved to gossip. Probably more than was any good for her, and drinking only made it worse. But even Cece knew better than to overshare about Regan’s personal life. “Yeah, well… Lots of people dying in town. Plus, the captain is convinced that the supernatural doesn’t exist so that doesn’t help cases get solved.” She shrugged, “Or well, they get solved incorrectly.” Cece enjoyed most of her coworkers, and they did their best considering the resources provided to them. “You drive a hard bargain, but I think we can work out a deal.” Cece clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh I’m so sorry Hugh Hefner, didn’t know I was dealing with Playboy.” She had an image of this hot many in her head, hoping that the real thing did her picture any justice. “Ah, to meet a hot boy at a club and get flowers. Feels like a Taylor Swift song.” She pounded her hands on the counter playfully and chanted, “Another, another, another!” She was excited for her other drink, but even more to help out with whatever Otto needed.

While the staff didn’t necessarily deal in gossip that which did get said here didn’t tend to go any further. It was a respect thing between them and the patrons of this place, a safe haven to escape the world for a little bit. “Yeah, nothing can really help with that can it? But I guess you’re right, you have to work with what you get.” Cece’s excitement was easily infectious and Otto always found himself smiling a fair bit more around her. “Oh shut up,” he huffed good-naturedly, “it’s not my fault all good things typically happen when I’m buzzed.” He shook his head a little, “nah, his name’s Luke, really short hair, golden brown eyes, about my height and pretty athletic… And when he smiles he gets these really cute little dimples.” It was strange, having friends to talk to about things like this. The Tarot never really interested themselves all that much in the personal affairs of their members so long as they kept to the job. “Actually… I might have a photo,” fishing out his phone he started thumbing through until he found a photo and turned the phone around “cute right?” Once Cece had seen the photo, Otto was off down the bar once more pouring up another fix of the drink he’d given her earlier.

Cece shrugged, “My job is to test pee, not solve crime.” Sometimes she got swept up in the excitement of it all, but when it came to the unsolved mysteries it would drive Cece up the wall knowing something about a case that she wasn’t able to talk about because there was no way that Regan would believe her or the Captain would laugh her out of his office. Not that she had ever tried, because it wasn’t really her place. Sometimes she let the excitement get away from her, like with Felix and that murdered vampire. But despite her attitude, she really hadn’t moved here to be flashy. She just wanted to have some fun and live a life. “Luke, huh? Sounds cute.” Cece flirted, perking up when he offered to find a picture of him. She grabbed onto the phone to get a better look and whistled, “Damn dude! Okay, okay. I’ll give you that win.” She handed the phone back off to him, leaning back in her chair and watching as he worked his magic again on her drink. “Do you think he has an equally cute, interested in girls, brother?” She questioned Otto, “Next time you go out drinking you gotta take me with you apparently. Maybe I’ll have better luck.”

“Alright, fair enough. But you’ll help solve a mystery in a pinch and that’s what really counts for something,” Otto grinned as he leaned back on the counter folding his arms loosely across his chest. “He is, but it’s not really serious. He’s fun and makes things interesting,” Otto wasn’t really even sure what it was they had. A fling that had turned into an enjoyable morning and then Lucas had jumped to come over and make sure there wasn’t a gloop monster about to form in his kitchen. It was sweet… But Otto didn’t know what sweet really counted for these days. “Maybe? Honestly we… haven’t really discussed that kind of stuff,” in fact, Otto realised in that moment they hadn’t really spoken about much of anything. Then again, if it wasn’t serious was that stuff still warranted? “Sure, I’ll let you know when I’m going out. We’ll hit the town.” With that settled his mind moved on to other matters “but uh, the stuff I mentioned-- There’s something I wanted to ask you...” His playful expression grew a little more serious and he worried his lip for a moment before asking, “have you ever encountered… Any kind of magic that doesn’t… uh… conform to the normal branches? Like you know how stuff is subdivided usually? Elemental, divination, alchemy… You know the works. Ever seen anything that doesn’t… fit those?” Or not been mentioned at all?

Maybe Otto was serious that his fling with this Lucas character was nothing more than a night or two together, but Cece couldn’t hold back her giggling when she caught on that Otto did seem a bit flustered thinking about him. She knew there was something deeper to that effortless flirt persona. “Doesn't matter, I’ll figure out for myself when I run the background check,” Cece joked, winking at the bartender, “Gotta keep my boy safe. Can’t have him running around with any sketchy figures. All it takes is a pretty face for you to fall hard apparently. I didn’t know Otto was such a softie.” She would have to remember to let Regan know beforehand that she would be sick the next morning when her and Otto went out somewhere. Something told her that it would be a wild night. Eventually, Otto got into the real reason that he had asked her to swing by. A different kind of magic? Cece hadn’t thought much on what Otto had wanted to talk to her about, but that certainly hadn’t been one of her theories. “I’ve seen a bit of it all back in my day, or at least it feels that way.” The coven saw a lot of people pass in and out as they moved around, so she had minimal exposure to all sorts of fresh faces with unique specialties and ideas. “Depends on what you mean. Like necromancy? Blood magic? How morally acceptable are we talking?”

“Oh god,” Otto groaned pressing a hand to his face at the thought of her running a background check on a guy he barely knew. “Wait…” his hand dropped and he looked at his friend “did you run a background check on me?” He wasn’t sure what the results might be, but then again… Cece was still friends with him so maybe she didn’t really mind so much. Though there were things about his past he’d much prefer remained hidden. Those secrets didn’t need to see the light of day. But talk moved on and Otto folded his arms as he waited for Cece to give her input. “No nothing of the sort, it’s cliche and niche” he waved his hand in a mildly dismissive motion, his arms folded once more over his chest fingers curling a little into the material of his shirt “like… What if you found out you could… change the forces on something… Like… push a bullet off course or stop someone plummeting to their death…”

“Are you kidding? Duh?” Cece shrugged, taking a long drink from her glass and setting it back down, folding her hands together and leaning against the bar, “Any you have a lot of explaining to do mister.” She stared at him for a long moment before she smirked, smacking the table and leaning back in her chair, “Nah I’m just fucking with you. I’m a toxicologist, I can’t run background checks.” Still the most interesting part of the night had apparently just begun. Otto’s question was starting to sound a lot less hypothetical. It sounded like he was a bit more serious about the topic. “Well I definitely wouldn’t have lost that axe throwing contest in Dallas. I lost like $400 bucks on that bet.” She mentioned casually, suddenly thinking further on the subject, “Wow drunk Cece was really confident about that bet considering she’d never thrown an axe before”. She stared up at the ceiling again, remembering the night. Then she remembered the situation, and literally waved the memory off, focusing back on Otto, “That’s not important. Anyways, I’d say that sounds pretty dope. Some kind of telepathy? Do you have a specific example?”

There was an extended pause and a momentary debate of wondering whether she had actually found something before Otto rolled his eyes good-naturedly despite the momentary internal panic that hadn’t conveyed into his expression. “You’re a little shit Ce, I love you but damn girl you had me wondering what dirty laundry you were gonna pull out,” he clicked his tongue lightly but his demeanor remained light-hearted as ever. “I’m sure I could get you that money back at the next local fair or whatever they do in this neck of the woods for fun, probably in the weight of goldfish and stuffed animals but either way...” But a bet was rather besides the point of why and what he was asking. “Well, telepathy is the sharing of thoughts between minds, telekinesis is moving shit… It’s a bit like that but… I’m talking more… being able to reverse, redirect the gravity and forces acting on something.” One example came to mind, always the first thing that did when he dwelled on this but the sudden flashes of blood splattering the walls and a man crumpling to the ground weren’t an ideal example to give to a police officer regardless of how lax their… protocol might be. “Someone fell off a cliff the other day, I broke their fall from a plumet to… a glide. Caveat is… it only seems to work in stressful situations.” At least right now. His issue was trying to find that control in situations that weren’t life-threatening or stressful.

Cece had a devilish smile plastered to her face, “I know I am.” But she couldn’t help herself, if the opportunity presented itself, she had to make some sort of joke about it. What was she supposed to do? Be boring? No thanks. “Wow, fighting to restore my honor? I might be the one buying you flowers next.” She finished off her second drink, and realized from Otto’s explanation that these drinks were clearly strong because she couldn’t keep her ESP skills straight, “Hm. Potato, potahto. Some kind of gravity magic, huh? Haven’t heard of that one before.” It sounded interesting enough, though. Stopping someone from plummeting to their death? That was impressive. And it sounded fun. “Sounds like you need a training buddy.” If Otto could only use the abilities under life-threatening circumstances, that just meant he needed to be put under more stressful scenarios so he got a chance to practice more. Maybe after enough of those, he could start to get a handle on the ability under normal circumstances as well. “I feel like if we put our brain power together we can figure something out, yeah? What do you say? Partners?”

“Don’t flatter me like that or else you might be the one coming home with me tonight,” Otto winked playfully, a mirthful laugh leaving him as he turned to pour himself a glass of water from the tap. Sipping this he gave a nod to her summary, “seems so… Only issue is, I don’t have a coven and well… It’s not like there’s anyone around that can do this too. I’m flying blindfolded in fog on this one...” He could tell it was related to stress, but that didn’t make it any easier to recognise how best to actually harness control over it. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” he admitted when she made her suggestion his smile faint but hopeful that perhaps with help he’d get the knack of figuring this out. So Otto nodded, offering his hand out across the bar. “Partners.”

“A girl can dream, can’t she?” Cece winked back at him. Two could play at that game. Sure, Old Joe was a bit of a buzzkill but Cece had never minded an audience much. “Coven’s are overrated anyways” Sure, those words may have been inspired by Cece’s not exactly stellar experience with a coven in the past. It hadn’t left a particularly good taste in her mouth and she just figured she was done with it all when she got to Maine. Obviously White Crest had something else in mind for her. Maybe someday she could see herself joining one again. Were there any hippy ones around town? A little less murdery than her former coven? “You’re the only one that we know of. There are some other witches in town. Maybe we can see if they know anything about this shit. On the DL of course.” Cece thought of other options, perhaps finding some telekinetic person could help? Different magic apparently but they had cross functions. Could help with the basics. Though Cece didn’t know anyone with telekinesis. “So excited to officially be in business with you! Let’s start with a timeframe. How long ago was it that you figured out you had these abilities?”

“Who says it has to be a dream?” It was easy familiarity and perhaps a dash of confidence that left him posing the subtle challenge. He gave her a slightly strange look upon hearing the statement about covens, “I dunno… My one back in NYC was pretty cool… I was definitely more powerful when I was connected and siphoning energy from the leys there.” In all honesty, Otto missed the social aspect of the coven as well. Every one worked differently, but ultimately there was power in numbers that couldn’t be denied. “Maybe, I just don’t want to draw too much attention, you know?” But there had to be some answers, maybe in the archive. Though that would come with time. “Uh…” there was an awkward look that crossed his expression “right before I arrived in town… Kind of the reason I had to leave the city… But...” He made a slightly funny face again, seeming to wrestle with himself as to whether it was worth sharing. “I think… I think I’ve always had the capacity… There might’ve been… an incident when I was a kid...” That is if you could call sending your parents car headlong into oncoming traffic because of a temper tantrum an incident.

“Ooh la la. Otto, you’ll make me blush.” Cece reached out and pushed at his shoulder playfully. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, though it seemed a bit tasteless given Otto’s recent suitor. Cece and Otto had obviously spoken of each other’s abilities, but they hadn’t talked much about coven’s before. Cece wasn’t opposed to speaking of her coven, but she wasn’t about to go in great detail. Her distaste for the memory was enough. “You’ll have to tell me about them some night. My coven ended up sucking ass. Maybe you can sweeten up the bitter taste I have for covens.” She chuckled, mostly joking. “Fair enough. I definitely get wanting to stay lowkey.” Even if the supernatural in this town seemed a bit excessive, she wasn’t exactly ready to start mixing cauldrons and performing seances at the local Dairy Queen or anything. “Ooh, the plot thickens. So let’s assume this is some kind of genetic magic instead, not just something that anyone could practice. Early childhood experience with it would suggest that. Especially without any prior knowledge. That’s certainly interesting. Color me intrigued.”

“I think it’ll take more than that to get you blushing love,” it was nice banter and Otto wasn’t entirely joking in the suggestion he put forward. Whether it led to anything, well, that was another matter entirely. “Maybe I will, but on a night I’m not working… That sort of uh… thing isn’t for public environments.” For the time being covens weren’t his biggest concern, it was mostly trying to figure out this damned ability before it landed him in actual hot water. It had already ruined his life in New York, he didn’t need a repeat of that here. The memory of the bank caused his expression to drop minutely but Cece always could pick up what he meant. She seemed to tether on rather easily and his smile returned not much later. “Yeah… Issue is I don’t have anyone to ask about this stuff. I thought my old mentor at the Tarot - our coven might have some answers, but I’m not sure contacting them is a good idea right now… I left under not the most… ideal circumstances.” Perhaps it was better to talk now than later about this, he checked his watch. “You know what? Thierry will be here soon to take over my shift… I’ll be free after that, we can go back to mine and talk more there... ”

Interesting. Cece had thought Otto had a positive experience with covens, but is now hearing that he didn’t leave under the best circumstances? That was peculiar. She would have to dig deeper into that someday. But now didn’t seem like the time. “Right. Keep to the shadows and everything. I can keep things on the DL” Cece finger-gunned at Otto and winked. It would be cool to see some new magic she had never seen before. “Wish I could help out there. Way I see it is you need to hunt down someone that knows about it too, or we try to figure it out ourselves.” The latter wouldn’t be easy, but it could be pretty fun. “Finally, a proposition for a girl like me. I’m in, but you better not be lying about knowing how to show a girl a good time.”

As with most things in White Crest, it was complicated. Otto would tell her in time, but some things had to be earned and she’d peaked into enough of his secret trove today. If she could help him with this then it was a start, foundations that could be built upon but it would take time on both their parts. “Unfortunately, as far as I can tell it’s just my family that do… I’ve had our grimoires for years but they don’t really explain the steps necessary for controlling this… power. So I think the latter might be what we’re working with.” He laughed, “wonderful, who knew it’d be so easy to get you back to mine… Can we stop for takeaway on route? I work better when there’s food involved.” As promised Thierry arrived not much later, a taller man, well-built with dirty-blond hair buzzed short on the sides, bright green eyes and a folded pair of iridescent emerald wings folded at his back.

“Evenin’ boss,” he greeted warmly and gave a nod to Cece as well in greeting “Ce. Beautiful as ever.”

“G’evening T, all’s well i hope? Not too busy tonight…” he said with a quick look around the tables. “I’m stealing this lovely away before she gets lost in those pretty eyes of yours” he winked pushing off the bar and circling around the hatch. “Come on m’love.”

Cece cracked her fingers, accepting the challenge. “You know what? I can work with the latter. Wouldn’t be the first time.” It would actually, when it came to gravity. But Cece had worked with plenty of magics that she hadn’t personally practiced or known. She may not be able to use the stuff personally, but she figured she could help him tap into it, right? It couldn’t be that hard. Rather, it sounded pretty fun. “You’re reading my mind, dude. Tacos?”

Thierry arrived not much later, another familiar- and pretty- face to work behind the bar. “You’re not looking too bad yourself, T.” Cece winked. She definitely didn't mind the view here. “Until next time pretty boy. Don’t go forgetting about me.” Cece waved to Thierry as she gathered her things to live with Otto, following him out of the bar. “For the record, this is a way better reason to leave a bar and head back to some dude’s place. Sex has nothing on defying gravity. Idina Menzel is quaking.”

“No? Tell me more,” Otto was admittedly intrigued, if Cece had dealt with something like this before he was curious to hear all the ins and outs of that situation. “How’d it work out in the end?” Either way he hoped it was a sign that maybe this would work out, maybe together they could figure out how to actually master this. “I thought maybe having someone to practise with would help as well? I just… Don’t know where to start.” He’d had a lot of things to use back at the Tarot, and without them he felt rather adrift. Like a limb had been severed and he was having to figure out how to use it again.

“It’d be to my shame to ever forget you,” T waved giving Otto a finger-gun salute as they departed.

“Ring me if you need anything,” Otto said as they exited through the back looping his arm through Cece’s as they walked. “Yes, Tacos,” he pulled out his phone with his other hand and opened an app putting in an order while asking what Cece wanted off the menu - that way it’d be there when they got back to his. “Well, lets go ahead and give her a run for her money huh?”

#wickedswriting #c: otto #chatzy: otto #unraveled #chatzy

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alicepink-me · 5 years ago

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Secret Admirer

Story Summary:

With the help of Chat Noir, Marinette sends a love letter to Adrien. After that, there’s an exchange of many letters between Marinette and Adrien. Marinette is excited but later questions if she is actually writing to Adrien and thinks Chat Noir might actually be writing to her instead. Marinette tries to make sense of her love life and who her secret admirer actually is.

Chapter 11: The Walls Between Us (Zero correlation to the music video. I wrote this way before that came out.)

Adrien sat at his desk, staring at the first card Marinette gave him, still framed. His photoshoot had just ended. He couldn't focus since he had talked to Marinette in the park. She really didn't want to talk to him. Adrien thought maybe it'd be different since he wasn't Chat Noir and he really tried, but I guess he messed it all up for Chat Noir and Adrien.

Adrien spun in a circle in his swivel chair. "Ugh! What am I gonna do, Plagg? I really messed up."

"I don't know what you can do now." Plagg checked Adrien's cheese drawer. "It seems like she really hates you."

"I know." Adrien leaned forward on his desk. "But I really like her . . . and I still have hope. If I give up now, what good will that do? I don't want to end on bad terms. And how can I lose hope if Marinette never told me we were done?"

"But she made you leave. Seems to me she doesn't want to see you again."

"She didn't say that though." Adrien looked at his kwami. "She told me to leave. There's a difference. She may be confused or just doesn't know what to say. I don't know, but she never said what she was feeling." He sighed. "I don't want to lose Marinette."

Suddenly a wall of metal bars fell down, covered the window side of Adrien's bedroom. Adrien sprung up from his chair in a panic. He ran to the door but another wall of bars fell down.

"Is Sandboy back again?" Adrien asked as more metal bars appeared. His room had bars on all four walls like a cage. They were very similar to his dad's shutdown mode of the house security system, but looked more like Sandboy.

"Adrien." A maniacal voice said from behind him.

Adrien whipped his head around. "Lila?" Lila stood in front of Adrien with a sinister grin. She was dressed the same but her eyes glowed bright purple. "You're akumatized."

"Don't think of it like that. Think of this as a new start for us." She moved forward and grabbed his hands. "Think of it as a blessing in disguise. We don't need to worry about anyone else getting in the way of our relationship."

"Relationship?" Adrien tried to step back, but Lila kept a grip on him. "Lila, we aren't in a relationship. What are you talking about?"

"Marinette. She's always getting in the way of us." Lila answered. "I don't know what you see in her, but we can put that all behind us now. Just you and me now." She wrapped her fingers around his, holding his hand. Her smile terrified him.

"What does Marinette have to do with this?" He leaned away from her.

"She's always chasing you." Lila growled. "I've tried telling her that you two aren't right for each other, but she never seems to listen. But now, I'm gonna fix it. We can finally be together."

"Lila, you need to calm down. You're not like this." Adrien tried to reason with her. "Marinette has nothing to do with this. After all of this, we can be great friends. No one needs to get hurt."

"No." Lila let go of his hand and Adrien stumbled back. "I'm going to fix us. And it all starts with Marinette." Lila turned around and walked to the window.

"No, Lila!" Adrien ran forward, but Lila walked through the bars. She flew up to a building across the street and was gone. She didn't have wings, but her flying looked like her Volpina abilities. Adrien turned to Plagg. "We need to warn Marinette." He walked over to his cheese drawer.

"Do you think that's the best idea?" Plagg asked. "She might not listen to you."

"I've done enough already, but if Marinette got hurt because of me, I could never forgive myself." Adrien shoved a slice of camembert in his jacket. "Plagg, Claws Out!" He walked up to the metal bars covering his windows. Lila was gone, so the coast was clear. "Cataclysm!" He touched the metal bars and watched them crumble. Chat Noir hopped on the open window ledge. "I need to find her quickly." He looked at his ring. "Five minutes."

Chat Noir used his baton to propel himself out of his room. He ran along the rooftops until he reached Marinette's house. He jumped to her balcony and ran inside her room. Her lights were on, so he hoped she was here.

"Marinette, Marinette!" Chat Noir called as he swiftly ran down the steps from Marinette's bed. Her room was empty. "Where is she? She said she was coming back here." He put his fist under his chin. "Marinette said she had to . . . work. She's probably in the bakery."

Chat Noir ran back up to the balcony and jumped down to the street. He entered the bakery and saw Marinette's mother standing at the counter, helping a customer.

"Ms. Cheng!" He called, running inside, panting. Sabine gave her customer their bag and turned to the hero. "Where is Marinette?"

"She's not here." Sabine said. "What's wrong?"

"There's an akuma out right now and Marinette's in danger." Chat panted. "I don't think the akuma has come this way yet, but stay alert. She's powerful."

"I will, thank you." Sabine said. "I'll try to call Marinette, but be careful, Chat Noir."

Chat Noir gave a salute before running down the street, searching for Marinette. He didn't know where she could be. He just hoped Lila didn't already find her. Chat ran down street after street with no luck. Lila was keeping her presence on the downlow. No one was panicking or running. It'd probably be easier to catch Marinette without everyone causing a scene anyway.

Chat Noir stopped in the middle of the sidewalk by a crosswalk. Andre's ice cream cart stood across the street from him. Marinette had said in her last card that she wanted to go get some of his ice cream. Would she? Could she have gone to find him? He didn't have much time. He looked at his ring. One dot left. But it was worth a look. Chat ran to the edge of the sidewalk and looked around. Andre was serving another customer. Chat looked around the corner and searched every face. Then he saw her. Past a small crowd was Marinette walking the other way.

A smile grew on Chat Noir's face as he took a step. But as he took in his surroundings, it quickly faded. His attention moved to a building ahead. Lila stood at the top like a vulture. She didn't see him yet, but that could change. She was watching the people below, but she seemed more focused on the other side. Either way, Marinette was still in danger and he needed to warn her. He might be able to slip by.

"Ma-" Chat stopped himself. He couldn't shout, especially not her name. Chat Noir brushed his sweaty hair back. He needed to detransform, but he needed to warn Marinette before Lila saw her. His head was pounding. The rapid beeping of his ring just sped up his thoughts. He needed to move.

Chat Noir ran. He stayed as close to the wall as he could while weaving through people. No matter how fast he moved, Marinette seemed to be farther away. He bumped into a few people, but noticed an empty shop up ahead. He sprinted faster and faster. He was tired, but his will was carrying him.

Chat Noir reached out to her and finally made it. He grabbed her by her jacket and pulled her into the empty shop, Marinette's ice cream falling to the sidewalk. Chat dragged her away from the windows to the middle of the shop and pushed her against a wall.

"Chat Noir! What-" Marinette fumed, but he covered her mouth quickly and put his other hand beside her head. All you could hear was his breathing.

So much running, but it was all worth it, he made it. Chat Noir sighed and looked down as he bit his lip. His transformation wore off before he could say anything. Marinette's eyes widened. He couldn't tell if she was afraid or surprised. Adrien looked up and their eyes met, sharing every emotion. He knew her thoughts were jumbled because of him but in this moment, he felt something. Their connection wasn't lost even if he was the only one to feel it. It was almost too strong to ignore. Adrien uncovered her mouth and leaned back. Marinette's mouth gaped open, speechless.

"Okay, I need to retransform and go back out there to fight the akuma, but I need to tell you something first." He panted. "I'm sorry for everything I've done, but Lila is akumatized and she's after you. You should probably just stay here until me and Ladybug fix all of this." Adrien backed up. "I need to go now, but don't go outside. You need to stay safe. I'll explain everything later." Adrien turned and ran to the back of the store, throwing Plagg some cheese on the way. He'd need to leave through the back door of the store to avoid Lila.

Marinette, mouth still hung open, slid down the wall. She pushed her bangs up before hugging her knees. Her eyes watered and she bit her lip. Adrien was Chat Noir and Chat Noir was Adrien. None of it made sense, but at the same time . . . it did. Marinette scooted away from the wall and layed down, spread out. She couldn't help but smile. Her mind was clear. She didn't even need to think it through.

Marinette beamed. She knew what she needed to do.

. . .

"Ahhhh!" Chat Noir ran towards Lila with his baton.

Lila put up a brick wall between her and Chat Noir, barely lifting a finger. Chat Noir moved to go around the small wall, but Lila got tired of fighting and brought up a wall on each side of Chat Noir. She finished it with a horizontal wall on top, trapping Chat Noir in a dark box. Lila smiled and jumped on top of the box.

"Now we have to wait for the bug." She sat down crisscross.

"Take his miraculous!" Hawkmoth yelled.

"I'm going to wait for Ladybug." Lila growled.

Lila held her head. "Take it now or I'll take your powers away."

"Fine." She Agreed, rolling her eyes.

With a twirl of her finger, Lila formed a small hole in the side of wall. Chat Noir, not thinking, stuck his hand right through. Lila smiled and closed the hole around his wrist, preventing him from moving. Chat tried to turn his wrist, but couldn't. Even if he called his cataclysm, he couldn't bend his wrist to brake the wall. He should've used it earlier, but wanted to strategize first. That didn't work out either.

"Too easy." Lila said, closing her eyes with a smile.

. . .

@liebredavinci @i-am-so-done-like @yo-jes @ashtheteenagewitch @too-involved @ms-epicness @zazzlejazzle @cocoa-beanzzz @thedisneyestprincess

#MIRACULOUS: TALES OF LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR #adrien agreste #lila rossi #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #love letters #fanfiction #secret admirer #love story #tags #ladybug #chat noir

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darkredehmption · 5 years ago

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New Day Dawning

Mal:

I slept like the dead. No pun intended, what with being half vampire n’ all. But after so much time running on adrenaline and angst, finally settling into a bed beside Zsadist saw me crash. Hard.

By the time I woke, a slow blink as I registered the male against me, his arm around me, I felt infinitely better. My wing no longer throbbed or ached, and as I extended it out at my back, off the bed, there was only the faint hint of a strained muscle. Smiling, relieved, I curled it over, draping the feathery limb over the male and admiring him as he rested.

The face so hardened by years of battle and a past so dark looked almost peaceful in sleep; relaxed and vulnerable in a way that made something inside me ache. I wanted to wrap him in my wings, a shield against the world. But no problem had ever been solved by hiding from the world. Only facing it.

Breathing deep the male’s scent, I moved my wing over him, stroking. At some point I’d have to get up; no doubt the household was waking, the doggen already prepared for every eventuality. The Brothers… would they know this was the bedroom I’d spent the night? Would they care? I had no idea, and oddly, /I/ didn’t care. If this male let me, I’d spend every day in this bed.

I felt an exhilarating burst. I’d never felt like that about anybody - never thought about anything other than one night. One time. Now this? I smothered a smile. I’d have to speak to my mahmen. Was… was this the vampire side of me? The side they said bonded to people?

Zsadist:

[I did it. I slept the entire night without nightmares. And not only that but I got in a solid eight hours..or maybe even longer than that. Hell I used to dread going to sleep but last night was heavenly. Stretching in the bed as I feel a brushing of feathers against me. The angel.

My golden eyes pop open wide as I take in the male that was wrapped around me. Suddenly I remembered what happened last night and I could feel myself growing hard. Shit. Shuffling back out of his hold before I turn my head towards his wings. Suddenly I felt so cold without them wrapped around me.]

How’s your wing? Did you sleep well? I’m sorry if I smothered you. [Letting out a snort as I sit up.] I’m not used to sleeping with someone so I...I’m not sure how that was for you. [Hell it was amazing for me. Could he just stay beside me every night? Shaking the thought from my head as I clear my throat.]

I suppose we oughta tell the Brotherhood that you are staying...I mean your staying here with us...with…[Clearing my throat as I trail off. Scrubbing a hand over my skull trim.] Wrath isn’t so welcoming to new residents joining the manse but after what you’ve done I can’t see him saying no. Not with the Queen and Phury still singing your praises. [And cause your MINE. Gritting my teeth as I think of that. Fuck I needed to calm down my inner beast.]

Mal:

Just like that, the male was awake. He scooted backward quickly, and I missed the feel of his arm around me even as I retracted my wings and sat up, the sheets falling around my waist. I let them drape across the bed, but after a moment it proved too uncomfortable and I shifted, throwing my legs over the side and standing. It was effortless to tuck both wings to my back.

“The wing is better. I wouldn’t fly on it today, but by tomorrow, it’ll be fine,” I reassure, turning and smiling. “I slept real well. N’ you didn’t smother me,” I add with a wry grin. “Honestly I don’t think I’ve slept that well in a long time. Most of the time it’s cheap ass motels or the backseat of my car,” I admit ruefully.

As I move across the room, to the shutter free window, I stare out into the night. Suddenly, the thought of going downstairs to present myself to the King all over again, after declaring I’d stay to Zsadist, made me nervous as hell. He was their King, not mine. I’d grown up without anything like the vampires had here. This entire place… it was foreign to me in every way. The only thing that was familiar was Zsadist.

“I guess I should be dressed before I go down. Do… do we go down together? Or…”

I wasn’t sure of the protocol here, or how the warrior wanted to introduce… this… to his fellow Brothers. Frankly, I was on his dime and his time right now, and I’d take his lead. Whatever it was. If he wanted to keep it on the downlow… that was fine with me. I wanted him to be comfortable. Ready.

Zsadist:

[I felt that tightening in my chest when the angel left my bed. It’s like I almost knew he wouldn’t be back in it again. Shaking the thought as I get up as well. Padding naked to the bathroom, as I use the facilities I try to think of what the fuck I was going to do. Hell the Brothers knew he was here and most likely knew where he spent the night. Though I almost wanted to hide the fact so they wouldn’t give me shit for it.

Letting out a sigh as I wash my hands, golden eyes flickering up to the mirror. What the fuck did this guy see in me? I mean I was not the kind of person people wanted to be around. And yet he just spent the entire night with me. Fuck I wish we could just crawl back into that bed and never leave it. Once out of the bathroom I nod towards the closet]

I’m gonna get dressed. I’ll lend you something to wear. Then we can give your clothes to Fritz for a wash. [Scrubbing a hand over my skull trim.] We will just leave and go head to first meal. Then there will be a meeting before everyone heads out on rotation. [My eyes met his.] I’m off tonight so maybe I can give you a tour…

[Moving into the closet as I try to figure out what clothes to give to the male. The thought of him wearing one of my turtlenecks had me growling. I cut it off quickly before he could hear as I tugged on a pair of leathers. Fuck did we really just do all that last night. Lifting my head as I watch the male follow me in. His wings still out on full display and I instantly wanted to run my fingers through every feather.]

Um...do you want jeans or what?

Mal:

If I had to give Zsadist a single descriptor right now (other than ‘edible’) I was gonna have to go with ‘nervous’. The male moved with all the uncertainty of someone not used to attention, or affection. I didn’t push, but I didn’t pull away either, instead waiting and watching, two things I was rather good at.

Following him into the closet, I gave a nod to the jeans idea. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you a time I’d ever worn leather as pants. Jacket? Sure. Pants? Not so much.

“Jeans. And uh… maybe a button up shirt you don’t mind me ruining.” I jerked a thumb at the wings over my back. “Otherwise I go bare chested. Not a lot of shirts that fit over wings, y’know? But I can cut a button up to drape over them down the back,” I explain, shrugging as I accepted a pair of jeans and wasted no time in pulling them on.

As far as the tour went? Sure. Any excuse to spend more time with the male. I’d only seen the med suite and most of the underground facilities, never anything of the manse above unless you counted the dining room (thanks to the Queen) and the bathroom. But I suspected Wrath, Son of Wrath, not to mention ol’ diamond eyes and his sidekick, were gonna want a word first. Call me suspicious, but they struck me as the type to want to put me on notice that they’d ‘have their eye on me’.

Kinda fair, really. Whatever I’d done, be it protecting Chosen or saving Zsadist, I was still an unknown. Still a halfbreed of a whole different category. I’d endure it. For now.

Zsadist:

[Tosses the male over a pair of dark jeans. When he asked for a button down I blinked. Shit did I have one of those? Turning to look through the racks of clothing. When I find one I let out a sigh of relief. Fritz must of put this in here cause I don’t remember ever wearing this. Snorting as I tug the shirt off the hanger]

Here. I only have one. We can have Fritz stock you up on some clothes…[My head turns slowly as I extend my arm to hand over the shirt.] Which reminds me...You gonna continue to sleep in here with me?

[My chest ached at the thought of him sleeping elsewhere though I didn’t want to assume he would just stay with me. Hell just cause he said he was going to stay doesn’t mean he was going to stay in my room. Turning to grab a turtleneck and tugs it on. Not bothering with any weapons since I was off duty tonight.

My head lifts to watch as the male put his shirt on. I couldn’t help but narrow my golden eyes at the thought of the other Brothers eying you those wings in a moment. My bonding scent forms and fills the closet. It was all I could smell. Shaking my head as I try to clear it.]

Listen, stay by me when we head to that meeting with Wrath, true?

Mal:

Jeans on and shirt in hand, I selected a blade and moved to leave the closet, pausing to glance back at the question. I arched a brow then flashed a winning smile, enjoying the way it made the male shift ever so slightly.

“If you’ll have me, I’ll stay in here. If not, I can find my own room,” I said smoothly. The male had been on his own so long that to just thrust myself into his private space all the time could prove… conflicting. “Besides, if I did have my own room it’d just give me a reason to learn this places’ layout so I could sneak back in at night,” I point out with a wink.

With a few quick, clean slices that turned the back of the shirt into strips, I donned the material and reached back to adjust it so the strip fell between my wings, shielding that sensitive skin from other eyes and anyone that thought they could touch. I rarely /had/ to keep my wings out like this, so there were only a few of my shirts back home that I’d… ‘redesigned’ to be wing suitable. Instead of the strip, they had buttons that re-sealed the wing slits beneath. If using my wings for shields was going to become a thing here, I’d have to talk to the doggen about making some.

The male’s scent wrapped around me mid thought, distracting me as I glanced up. At his statement I felt the faint flash of tension through my shoulders, my wings lifting higher and folding even more tightly to my back.

“...alright. Might I ask why?”

Zsadist:

[Cause you’re mine. Closing my eyes as I try to come up with another reason. Shaking my head as I let out a sigh and meet the male’s gaze.]

‘Cause it will just be easier, okay? But by all means, if you wanna sit between Butch and Vishous and have them eyeing you up during the meeting be my guest.

[Lets out a snort, my jaw clenching at the thought of them looking at him at all. They fucking better not. Especially Vishous. My stomach growling pulls me out of my thoughts.] Come on. Let’s get some food in us before we even worry about the meeting with the Brotherhood.

[Once outside of my bedroom, the angel and I head towards the grand staircase. And of course we run into Phury and Cormia. My Brother’s mate smiles wide and moves forward to give Malys a hug. “So good to see you still around. Thank you again for saving me. If you ever need anything just let me and Phury know.” She smiles and heads down the stairs. My eyes fall on Phury’s as I watch him stare at me.]

What? [My twin smiles wide and flickers his eyes between us. “Nothing. Come on. Let’s get some food.” He winks before following after his Shellan. Scrubbing a hand over my face as I move with the angel to the dining hall. Most were already seated. Rhage watching with big teal eyes as the Doggens start to bring in the food. Mary trying so hard not to laugh at him while Butch and Vishous start to crack jokes. Lassiter, who was sitting next to Tohr and Autumn, looks up with a big grin on his face. My eyes narrow slightly as he eyes the wings. Yeah, yeah. He has a pair and so do you. Fuck off.

Moving towards my spot next to Phury. I pull out my chair then nods to the empty one beside me for the angel to sit in. Rhage looks up as he shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth. “Nice wings…” Reaching for an apple from the fruit bowl, biting into it fangs first. My eyes stay trained ahead of me as I continue to listen to Hollywood. “I heard you saved Z’s ass. Pretty epic of you. First the Chosens than a Brother. Going for gold, eh?” Phury sips his coffee and chimes in. “Seems like he enjoys helping the race and will make a good addition.”

Suddenly a booming voice fills the room as Wrath and Beth enter. “Well...look who’s back.” I listen to the jingle of George’s collar as the King walks by with his mate close behind. Finally I speak.] Yeah...he wants to stay. Help fight.

Mal:

I blinked at the subtle rebuke, though a part of me wondered if it was really for ‘me’. I had no problem sitting amongst any of the Brothers, if only to prove I wasn’t intimidated by any of them. Yet Zsadist seemed about as thrilled to have me around them as I’d been that first night I was detained.

Taking a breath and smothering my curiosity, I simply nodded as he suggested we head down. With a quick final stretch of my wings, I folded them tightly to my back and moved to follow him. Running into Phury and Cormia, I couldn’t help but smile at the female, at the way she glowed and embraced me like I was already family.

Flicking a glance at the brothers, I wanted to smile at how different and alike they were, all at the same time. Whatever moment they shared was clearly meant for siblings only, because then the Brother with the colourful mane was going downstairs, and Z was following with me in his wake.

The dining room was alive with the manse residents, and I found my gaze drawn not to the Brothers but to the only other angel in the room. Lassiter grinned at me, and I found myself smirking back. At some point, I knew, we’d be having a chat. I almost looked forward to it; my first chat with a real angel.

Sitting on the edge of the seat, trying to adjust my wings for the back and finally finding something comfortable, I shot Rhage a grin and shrugged.

“Right place at the right time man, that’s all.” I didn’t even flinch as the King came in, instead giving Beth a sunny smile and a wink, since her mate couldn’t see it. She shot me a rueful, shushing look in return. I liked her. A Queen, but a halfbreed, just like me.

Shooting Zsadist a sideways glance, I reached out to collect an apple of my own and directed my voice toward the King.

“You made such a compelling argument, your Kinglyness, that I found myself driven to return.” Was that too much good natured sass for a King? Ah well. Fuck it. I think by now he knew what I was like. “Guess I’ll have to start on that training regime with your boys here. Who’s first?”

Zsadist:

[I eyed the angel when he picked up an apple as well. Surprised he didn’t reach for the bacon first or hell even a pastry. As I take a sip of my coffee I hear Vishous speak up. “I can show you the ropes. Then we can spar a little.” Gritting my teeth as I bite back a growl. Only to calm down once I feel Phury pat my leg under the table. “I think Z said he was going to show him first. I mean he did save our Brother’s life and all.”

Turning my gaze towards my twin who gave a wink. Vishous adjusts his cap then shrugs. “Fine by me. Though he will have to come to me for tech sooner or later.” Of course. I knew that the others would get to the angel eventually. Just my greedy ass right now wanted him all to myself. Setting down the remnants of the apple as I turn my attention towards the king.]

I figured he could sit in on the meeting tonight then afterwards I can give him the full tour. Since I’m off and all. [Wrath shifts in his seat then mutters “Oh so he’s staying with us here?” His brows pop out from behind his shades. Beth immediately reaches out to grab his hand. Shit. What was I going to say? Yeah we fucked and he is mine now so he’s staying. Luckily Beth chimes in. “Where do you want him to stay? I mean...he saved a Brother’s life and he’s new to the city. We have plenty of guest rooms.” Wrath let out a grumble then continued to eat his eggs. He didn’t talk much more on the subject.

I couldn’t help but let my knee bump into the angel’s under the table. Hell I wanted him in my bed again though maybe we oughta lay low and get him a guest room. Then he could sneak in my room when everyone had gone to bed. Smirking at the thought as I reach for some bacon.

First meal continues on with its normal routine. Rhage eats too much, the Brothers all joke around, and the Shellans chat with each other. Once everyone is done, we start to get up, leaving the women behind to still talk. I tried not to stare as each Brother kissed their mate. My eyes flickered over to the angel. I missed his lips. Shaking the thought from my head as I follow behind my twin back up the grand staircase.]

Mal:

I didn’t even get a chance to agree to a challenge with the diamond eyed Brother, Phury piping up and soothing the tense set of Zsadist’s shoulders. When the Brother’s knee brushed mine under the table, I hid a smile.

“I’d be very grateful for a room, Beth,” I reply honestly. “I’m sure I can work with Zsadist and the doggen after this meeting to find something suitable.”

Re: find something a door down from the Brother to make my sneaking back to his room more convenient.

As the table broke up, the Brothers all leaving and making their way upstairs, I followed at the back. Partly because this wasn’t my world yet, and I wasn’t part of their posse, but also because I didn’t want anyone at my back while my wings were out. I knew from past experiences that the urge to touch was strong - feathers and wings and things like me were intriguing to most. I got it. But that didn’t mean I had to like it. And just the thought of one of these Brothers other than Zsadist touching the most sensitive parts that got me hot and bothered… well, it made me all kinds of ‘nah, thanks’ I hadn’t been in a while.

By the time we reached the study, I was the last through the doors, the room already fairly… occupied… thanks to the size of every male in there. At a gesture from the King, I pulled the doors shut behind me, turning to put my wings to it as I glanced around. Each of the males glanced at me, and I fought every impulse not to shift or twitch, instead folding my arms like I gave almost zero fucks.

“This is cozy. Love the desk, Wrath. What’s the furniture made of, steel?”

I eyed one of the splindy chairs that magically seemed to support the weight of Rhage, the Brother grinning around a tootsie pop at my assessment.

Zsadist:

[Wrath lets out a chuff before pushing his hand under his shades to rub at his eyes. “Aren’t you a clever male. Him and Lassiter are going to be the death of me.” The King shifts to lean back in his chair that let out a creak when he did so. “Alright. Back to business.” When Wrath started to go off on his normal Brotherhood ramblings I couldn’t help but gaze at the angel. Shifting in my spot next to the fireplace as I kept an eye on him. Nobody better touch those wings of his.

Hell I was about to be alone with the guy and I had no idea how I was going to carry on a conversation. I mean we just spent the night together so this was going to be awkward. Maybe he will want to work out with me and I can run a few miles on the treadmill. Or hey I could just dump him off at a guest room. Then again did I really want to leave him alone in the mansion? No. My thoughts are pulled away from me as I hear my name. “You got that Z?” Snapping my head up to the direction of Wrath.]

Hm? [The King raises a brow then lets out a sigh. “Show him the weapon room and make sure he is well equipped for battle. Have a few training sessions before we just dump him out into the field. Then again he seems to be able to handle a lesser just fine.” Nodding as my eyes meet the angel’s once again.]

Yeah I got it. No worries. I’ll have it all taken care of. [V chimes in, smoke curling at his lips as he spoke. “I’ll get him set up with a phone and some credit cards, true?” Wrath nods then they go back to business. Soon the meeting is over and everyone is exiting the room. I make my way over to Malys and nods towards the door we entered from.]

Come on.

Mal:

Dropping my gaze as the King launched into his recital, I stared at the carpeted floor and soaked it all in. The rotation schedule was definitely going to be an interesting one - what with some nights going to protecting the King and others protecting the race. I also had to make time to get a little sun - maybe I should be looking at getting the doggen to set me up something poolside instead of in the manse.

Glancing at up Z’s call back to earth, I hid a smile as the male’s golden gaze snapped back to attention. I was curious what could distract him, and I seriously hoped it was me. The Brother was distracting enough himself, and with the knowledge I was about to get the grand tour of this place from him, I all but tingled with the need to get moving.

At the mention of weapons and credit cards, I actually blinked, looking around as if I’d catch the punchline of the joke and seeing nothing but serious faces.

Just like that? Munitions and funds and a phone? It took me /weeks/ to get those kinds of things together, to grift and buy and falsify applications to have banks send even one shiny new card to a postal address.

Not for the first time, I felt the twist of my gut, the reminder that I was not a warrior of the race… I was a halfbreed nobody that’d lived his life as monster hunting grifter. I was no… male of worth. Not here. Not with them.

I swallowed that anxiety as I stepped aside to let the other Brothers out as the meeting ended, following Zsadist out when he indicated as much. As we walked the hall, I cleared my throat.

“Uh… where too first?”

Zsadist:

[My room so we can fool around again. Clearing my throat as well as I nod.] Downstairs I suppose. Though I feel like you’ve seen enough of those rooms. [Snorts as I start to head that way. Once down in the tunnels I couldn’t help but look around. Making sure no one was lurking in the shadows. Then my gaze met his.]

You look overwhelmed. Just relax. I know it’s this big new place filled with warriors who aren’t always so pleasant, but we are a family. [I pause in front of a door.] And you just became a member of it. So don’t stress.

[I wanted to kiss him. Hell his lips looked like they were begging for one, but I didn’t want to impose. Besides...he might not be wanting any of that right now. It’s just hard ‘cause this is all new to me and I want it all the damn time. Fuck. Opening the door I gesture for him to walk in first. We are welcomed with walls and walls of all types of weapons. Nodding towards the door on our right.]

If you wanna try any guns out we have a shooting range. Or hell throw a star at the target for all I care. [Snorts as I lean against the wall.] I guess after this we can pay my Brother Vishous a visit. [I wasn’t too thrilled about that. Yes I got along with him of course, but I didn’t want V to get too friendly with the angel if you catch my drift.

My eyes slowly roamed over his wings. Fuck what I wouldn’t do right now to run my fingers through those feathers. Focus Z. Now is not the time for this. Moving over I grab a gun and checks to see if it’s loaded before handing it off to the male. When my fingers graze his I feel that spark and I can’t help myself. I reach for him, tugging him against my body as my lips crash to his in a heated kiss.]

Mal:

Following the male down through the tunnel, I appreciated that he waited until we were alone. That said, I wasn’t even sure how I wanted to respond. The onslaught of all this was just so… /much/. I’d gone from avoiding vampires my whole life to living with the race’s King and Co. almost overnight. Hell, I didn’t even go by my vampire name, but it was all they knew me by, and I didn’t know how to change that. How to react.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Z, but you don’t become a part of a family just by being given credit cards and a gun,” I mutter, frowning for a beat before stepping into a wide room.

Weapons shone with their lethal gleam on every surface, and even as my apprehension about being a vampire now instead of a hunter lingered, I couldn’t deny my ‘kid in a candy store’ reaction to all of it. Every piece in here was new, or at least so well cared for it might as well have been new. I could smell leather and oil and gunpowder, and I breathed it in like it was a cologne. It settled and soothed me, because /this/ I knew well. This, I could do.

Turning to accept the weapon from Zsadist, I get the shock of our hands meeting, the now familiar rush and longing. And whaddaya know, he must’ve gotten it too, cause the next thing I knew we were lip locked, my free hand wrapping around him as the other pointed away with the gun. The kiss, like the leather and oil, soothed the ragged edges of my nerves. Lifting my wings, I half curled them around us like a shield.

When we broke apart, I took a deep breath, my heart racing.

“…well… I could get used to this part. Weapons and make out sessions.”

Zsadist:

[Even when the kiss broke I couldn’t help but let my hands roam all over his body. My teeth teasing his lower lip.]

Is that so? Well...I just couldn’t help myself. [Truly I couldn’t. This male drove me absolutely crazy. All I did was think about him even if I tried not to. I had no clue how I was going to focus at all with him in the mansion. Reluctantly I pulled away from him and nodded towards the gun. My tongue dragging over my lips to get a taste of him that still lingered there.]

Go ahead. Show me what you got. [Peeling my eyes off of him as I move to enter the shooting range. I had to cool off. Hell maybe I should show him the indoor pool next so I could just drown myself in it. Scrubbing a hand over my scarred face as I let out a grunt. Come on Z. Relax. You got this. Somehow I had to pull my shit together and act somewhat normal around him. I mean how the hell was I going to go on rotation with him if I kept acting like this. MINE. The word rang in my head and I tried to ignore it. But every step he took only had it screaming louder and louder.

As he fired off some shots, I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his form again. Those wings were something else and he let me touch them. I mean hell I remember Lassiter saying once that they were like a sacred thing. As I continued to study the male I found myself frowning. What was I doing? I didn’t deserve someone like this. Hell I didn’t deserve anyone. This heavenly creature deserves someone way better than the likes of me. When the gunshots stopped, I find myself nodding slowly.]

That’s good. Very good. [Turning to exit the room, those demons of mine were all back at once and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.] Gimme a sec, true?

[Quickly I stormed out of the room and darted into the gym. Once in the locker room I head for the bathroom. My heart pounding in my chest as I race over to the sinks. Turning on the faucet to splash cold water on my face as I try to calm down. Remembering what Mary said to me once. Deep breaths. Yeah. Drawing one in as my long fingers curled around the edge of the sink. Holding on for dear life as I try not to lose my shit. Not here. Not now.]

Mal:

My head still buzzing, I tried not to maintain some giddy school girl smile at the male’s revelation he couldn’t help himself. It was both humbling and shocking, the thought that /I/ was so distracting to someone who was normally so in control and strong. Entering the range, I took a breath and made a conscious effort to push down the adrenaline rush, the ache of my body to touch his again. Instead I focused on the targets, and muscle memory was a wonderful fucking thing.

The gun lifted without a thought, and then the scent of gunpowder circled me as I squeezed off round after round, each one finding its home in the centre of any target I could find. It felt grounding, bringing me back to the moment and reminding me who I was. A hunter. A weapon with wings.

Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned at the praise, but the grin faltered as the male all but bolted from the room, leaving me alone with, arguably, the greatest home weapon collection in the world. Trying not to frown, I took a breath and looked back down the range. Rather than repeat with the same piece, I moved to collect another, loading the clip and staring down the sight as I thought about trying to give the target two eyes and a smiley face while I waited for Z.

“Where’s your tour guide?”

I didn’t flinch, or even move, other than my eyes. They flicked to the door, taking in the diamond eyed Brother as he leant against the frame, watching. But that’d been his intent, no doubt. To see if he could startle me. Instead I shrugged and gave the target some eyes.

“He needed a minute. I think he went toward the gym, if that’s who you’re looking for.”

Before he could reply, I fired off another six shots. The target now stared at me with a morbid sort of bullet made smile. The vampire came closer to inspect, a small smirk on his lips as he shook his head.

“Fairly sure you don’t need time on the range like the trainees, true?”

I set down the gun then turned to face him. He wasn’t wrong, but there was always something about firing off a few rounds that just made you feel a little more at peace with the world.

“If you’re not looking for Z, I guess you’re looking for me.”

Vishous nodded, taking out a hand rolled and putting it to his lips, though he didn’t light it. One hand was covered in a glove, like he was a Michael Jackson fan but couldn’t bring himself to support rhinestones. I made a mental note to ask Z later.

“You can’t demat?” I paused then shook my head. “So I’ll do a couple more pieces of ID for you, since you can’t up n’ fuck off like the rest of us. What name do you want on them?”

I blinked, then answered automatically. “Malachi. Malachi Angelus.”

Vishous snorted. “Cute. Malachi angel. Kinda flaunting it aren’t you?”

I shrugged, folding my arms and unable to help a smirk. “Humans are blind to it because they want to be. And you all only know ‘cause I got my wings out,” I pointed out.

As if mentioning them was the key, those diamond eyes flicked to the wings at my back. For a beat he just examined them, then he took a step back.

“Mind showing them? I heard one was injured. That’s why they’re out, yeah? Well I double as help for the med staff around here. Knowing how they work would help in future if I have to fix em.”

There was a beat where I hesitated, glancing toward the door Zsadist had vanished through and wondering where he was. Then I sighed and gave a sharp nod.

“Look. Don’t touch, yeah?” The vampire gave a curt nod. “And I really don’t plan on injuring them again any time soon,” I added, though I couldn’t fault his logic. I’d been worried I’d need a veterinarian over a medic, so having someone who knew the functions and strengths of my wings that was medically trained seemed… prudent.

Taking a breath, I extended each wing outward. Thanks to being on the range I had the space, the vast room letting me get them out to full extension, over nine feet off either side of my body. The injured one complained, but not enough to force me to fold it back in. I met Vishous’ gaze for a beat, then he was too distracted, his eyes raking over every feather as he examined from a distance, never once moving. I appreciated that.

Zsadist:

[After what seemed like forever I found myself heading back to the shooting range. I felt like shit for leaving the angel behind, but I didn’t want him to watch me lose my shit. Hell if I let that happen he would want to get the fuck away from me. Then again maybe that was for the best. My thoughts are put on pause when I see the scene before me as I enter the room.

My Brother Vishous was standing in front of Malys who had his wings on full display. Eyes narrowing as I watch said Brother take in every feather on the male. MINE. The voice screamed in my head. My chest rumbled as a growl started to form. V quickly snaps his head in my direction. His diamond eyes went wide then he looks sorta puzzled. I needed to calm down before he started to ask questions.]

What’s going on in here? [Vishous turns towards me, his brows still raised as he takes me in. “I wanted to look at his wings incase I ever had to patch them up. That alright with you Brother?” Scrubbing a hand over my skull trim.]

Yeah. Just thought you were messing with him. He’s been through a lot and I don’t think he deserves any more shit. [Smooth Z. Make it seem like you don’t have the hots for him.] He saved my ass and Phury’s mate. You know?

[I didn’t know if V was going to buy it or not but from the looks of it he sorta did. “I’m not gonna fuck with him. Well unless he asks nicely.” The Brother laughed and I tried so hard not to let out another growl.]

We were just about to come to you actually. You got him set up yet? [Vishous lights up, his eyes still roaming over Maly’s wings. I didn’t like it. “Almost. Should be all done by tonight. He can swing by and grab em.” My golden eyes narrow slightly but I just shrug it off.]

Well I still have a shit ton to show him. So maybe pass it off to Fritz. He is setting up a room for him. [The Brother keeps his eyes on me as smoke curls at his lips. “Right...Well I’ll leave you to it than Z.” He turns his attention towards the angel. “Malachi…” He smirks then exits the room. Blinking as I turn to look at the male.]

Malachi? [Fuck I wanted to kiss him. No, I wanted to take him against that wall and mark him as mine. Shaking the thoughts from my head as I draw my attention back towards the male.]

Mal:

Vishous certainly gave off the aura that he wouldn’t mind seeing more than just my wings, but judging from the look on Z’s face, that was going down about as well as a lead balloon. I fought not to snap my wings shut and slide between them like I was a mediator; this wasn’t a fight, because there was no fight.

As the diamond eyed male said my name, I inclined my head, folding my wings tightly down my back once more.

“Vishous.”

Then the male was leaving, and it was Zsadist saying my name. I blinked at the relief it brought, hearing my angelic name from his lips. I found myself smiling.

“Yeah. That’s the name I’ve gone by my whole life. Vishous asked what name I wanted on any ID. I said Malachi.”

Crossing the distance to face the Brother, I cocked my head to one side, arching a brow.

“You good now? Everything… okay?” I let the uninjured wing brush against the male, the primaries less sensitive than the feathers closer to my back and less likely to get me excited. Still… touching Zsadist made my whole body tingle in anticipation. “You seemed… upset.”

With me or with Vishous, I wasn’t quite sure, but I knew (and don’t ask me how) that the male had been unhappy to find his diamond eyed Brother in here with me.

Zsadist:

[The moment his wing made contact with my body I instantly relaxed. Almost leaning against him as my eyes lifted to his own.] I’m fine. Just...um. [What? You gonna explain to him your little breakdown? That would be a great one.] I just had to ah check on something. Shall we continue on? [Quickly I turned to move out of this room. I knew if we stayed a moment longer I would have him pressed up against the wall. Once out in the hallway, my head turns slightly to watch as he fell instep with me.]

So. Malachi. Is that what you want to be called or Malys? I mean...Malys is your vampire name yes? [Both rolled off the tongue nicely and would look good on my back. Gritting my teeth as that thought slips into my mind. Not now and not ever Z. Come on. Get real.]

I mean either is fine. Just...wondering what you prefer and all. [Pausing by the double doors that lead to the Gym.] You’ve already been in here. [Nodding in the other direction.] Down there is the pit. That is where Vishous and Butch take up residence. So if you need to find either of them...that’s pretty much where they spend all of their time. [I start to move down the hallway, my arm brushed against one of his wings.]

Though there is another room down there but V would kill me if we went in there. See he makes all of our daggers. Well...special ones. So he has a place to do that. Though it’s nothing much to see and hot as fuck in there. [Snorts as I make my way through the door under the staircase and back into the foyer of the mansion.] Kitchen is that way. The Doggens will make you anything you like or help yourself. [Shrugs before my eyes rest on my favorite room of the house.] Um...there is the library. If you like to read that is. [Clears my throat as I continue on.]

You know the dining room of course. [Pausing at the entrance to the pool room. Rolling my golden eyes as I see Lassiter comfy on the couch watching Oprah or some shit.] And this is where a lot of the Brothers or resident angel hangs out.

Don’t feel like you have to talk to him. Most ignore his annoying ass. [Smirks over at Lass before I gaze at Mal.]

Mal:

Following the male out into the hall, I looked down, feeling guilty as I thought how much I did prefer my angel/human name over my vampire one. My mahmen had given me a vampire name for the day she thought I’d inevitably end up back here (well played, mom) but my wings were still more prominent than my tiny fangs, and hearing Malachi… just felt better.

“Malachi,” I said finally, then glanced sideways at Zsadist as we moved down the hall. “I’ve been Malachi my whole life. I… It’s all I know. I’ve been a human or an angel more than I’ve ever been a vampire. But a lot of the hunters just call me Mal as well, so there’s that,” I offer, giving the male an alternative if he didn’t like my angel name over my vamp one.

Looking down the tunnel, I make a note of Brother’s place in the Pit, then follow Z back upstairs. His arm brushed against my wings, but it felt as natural as having them pressed to my body, so I thought nothing more of it. The tour passed in a blur up until Lassiter, who seemed oblivious to Z’s comment until I looked in. Those white eyes turned to me, and I felt it like a punch; his divinity. The small thread that connected us, simply because of what we were.

I’d never met another angel. Those hunters that had… well, they had their own problems, and supposedly, those angels had never, ever been human. But Lassiter had. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did. Though, he hadn’t been human for a /long/ time…

“Can we find me a room?” I managed, still staring into those white eyes until I wrenched my gaze away, blinking rapidly. My heart raced as I tried to stay calm. “Maybe just down from you?”

Zsadist:

[Raising a dark brow as I watched the male look suddenly eager to get the fuck out of here. Hell maybe he found Lassiter annoying as well. I snorted at the thought before giving the male a nod.]

Yeah come on. [Nudging his side then starts to head up the stairs. He wanted his room close to mine and lucky for him there was an open spot right next door. Passing the hall of statues before I bring us to a door. Opening it up, I take in the guest room. It had cream colored walls and linen to match. The furniture was Victorian style like most of the stuff around the mansion.]

After you. [Following after the angel, my eyes scanning the room wishing there was a connecting door to mine. What? A man can dream can’t he? Scrubbing a hand over my skull as I clear my throat.]

So ah you can order anything you like or even tell Fritz you want to paint it different or change the decor. [Nodding as I take a seat on the edge of the large bed that sat in the center of the room.] I’m right next door then beside me is Phury. But just so you know he rarely sleeps here anymore. He has a house with the Chosens that’s on the other side of our property. Sometimes though him and his mate enjoy a few nights over here.

[My fingers tapped against my leather covered knees.] Um that’s really about it for this side. I mean there are others on this floor just further away. So if you need anything you can knock on my door. Or call Fritz. The numbers are listed on the phone. [Slowly I stand, taking in the male.] If you’d like I can leave you alone to settle for a bit. I’ll notify Fritz where you’ll be staying. [My eyes locked onto his own. Fuck I wanted to have another one of those makeout sessions. This time on his bed. Shaking the thoughts from my head as I move to the door.]

Mal:

Leaving the angel and his knowing stare behind, I gladly followed the male up the stairs and back toward his room, glad when we stopped at one right down the hall. Stepping through the door, I let my eyes roam the interior that was, supposedly, becoming mine. The idea of having a whole room that wasn’t a motel rental or spattered in questionable things under a black light was borderline overwhelming.

Half listening as he let me know my neighbors, which included himself (mercy) and Phury (dear Lord don’t let him come at me with more mahmen questions), I paused to try and get my bearings. Overnight I’d gone from a wandering nomad hunter to a mansion dwelling vampire angel halfbreed in love with a warrior. Mills and Boon couldn’t make this shit up.

I cleared my throat, finally finding my voice as I realised the male was looking at me.

“Please, don’t take this the wrong way, because I absolutely want to molest you in almost every room we’ve been in, with the exception of wherever the hell Vishous lives,” I rambled, looking around at the furnishings, the sheets on the bed. I felt like I was going to fall over. “But… yeah. I think I would like a moment, or two, to just… get my bearings,” I murmured, finally bringing my gaze back to the male’s golden one.

Crossing the distance between us, I lifted a hand to cup his cheek then closed my eyes to press my lips to his. A beat later, I leant back, blinking slowly. Kissing the male was like drugging myself. I felt better. Though I still needed a minute.

“It’s a lot to take in, Zsadist. And… I have a lot of things to do. Like call my mahmen and let her know I’m alive,” I admit ruefully. Then there was organising to get some of my stuff. Like my car, clothes and weapons (yeah, I know I’d get new ones here, but I wanted /mine/). “Can… can we meet soon, go over rotation schedules, training and shit like that?” I ask tentatively, worried I’d upset the Brother. This was painfully new to me and I felt like a right idiot.

Zsadist:

[Blinks as I listen to him speak. But before I could even answer his lips were on my own and I was just speechless. It took everything in me to not just tackle him to the bed and rip off all his clothes. Focus Z. Leaning into the male’s touch as I just nod. Clearing my throat before I find my voice.]

Yes. Sounds good. [Letting out a grunt then leans in for another kiss. Just a small one. Fuck I couldn’t help it. All I wanted to do was kiss this male. Reluctantly though I pull back. My eyes staying locked onto his for a moment before I turn to exit the room. Once I shut the door behind me I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. That ache in my chest returned again and so did my demons. Grumbling as I scrub both hands over my skull trim before walking next door to my room.

Once inside I flop down on my bed like a sack of potatoes. My hand lifts slightly to run over the other side of my bed. The side where the angel just was last night. Those wings wrapped around me in a cocoon. It was perfect. My brows draw in as I take a deep breath, rolling onto my back as I mutter.]

Fuck Z. You got it bad. [Groaning as I rub my hands over my face. Then suddenly I felt something rub against a hand. Dropping them to reveal the black cat who was staring at me. Reaching out to give him a pet as I stare at the ceiling. The fuck was I going to do? I mean how was I even going to focus with him out on rotation. And my Brothers...How was I going to keep my cool around them? Hell I almost tackled Vishous to the ground today. Shit. What was this angel doing to me?]

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the-writerly-night-owl · 6 years ago

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For the First Time

Open Heart/ Ramsey x MC

Summary: They finally took that next step in their relationship and Ethan loved every bit of it.

Authors Note: Finally wrote that follow up rated R/M!! And this is it so warning sexy times. I actually had an idea for two so that might come later. Next up some desire and decorum hopefully.

“Hey I was a happy nerd in college just to let you know,” she said. “I graduated from Johns Hopkins University for a reason you know.” Ethan remembered as it was one of the best schools in the country.

Clarissa opened the door to the ice cream place and held it open for him. Reluctantly he followed her inside and joined the line.

“I know I read your file,” said Ethan as he glanced at the board in front of them.

Clarissa grinned softly shaking her head. “Now what do you want to try? Or do you know what you want to get? I know I’m getting the double chocolate fudge.”

“That’s way too much sugar.”

“Let me guess you’re getting a low fat, no sugar, fro-yo?”

“No, I’m just saying that it’s a lot of sugar. I’m getting a hot fudge sundae.”

“Classy spring for the most expensive thing on the menu.” She giggled as she pushed her arm against his. Clarissa turned to the worker and told them what they wanted. Ethan only watched her before glancing around looking for a spot to sit.

They were on their first date together. Well one of them at least if they counted the nights that they’d stay up with doctor Banerji. This would be the first going out in public together. Ethan could only listen to her and ask questions as best as he could. They got their ice cream as Clarissa pulled out to pay for their dessert.

“I got it,” he said reaching for his own before Clarissa put a hand on his arm and lowered it.

“Seriously, I have it. You payed for dinner and now it’s my turn.”

Reluctantly he went to find a seat letting Clarissa pay for it. He found a cozy spot in the back of the ice cream parlor. Part of him wanted to be away from prying eyes. The other part of him wanted to stay away from the window in case they got caught. Never the less there was an open spot.

He staked the spot and nodded for Clarissa to sit down. She passed him the hot fudge sundae and stay down across from him. Their knees brushed up against each other.

“Oh, um, there’s something I wanted to ask you before we head back after this,” she said her green eyes bright. “Well, my 29th birthday is next week, and I wanted to invite you myself. If you want you can bring a present, but you don’t have to. I mean it’s only going to be close friends and family. No bars or anything.”

Ethan hesitated for a minute. Technically with her name still on the list they shouldn’t be parading around like a couple. She wanted to drop from the competition for a chance to be with him. He wouldn’t let her and now here they were. Then again this was her birthday… She was going to be twenty-nine.

“I’ll let you know,” he said as something in her eyes looked hopeful. It was quiet as they started to eat their ice cream. It was quiet, too quiet as he watched Clarissa with curiosity. Ever since they kissed in his office there was a change. Not in her, she was good at keeping secrets but in him. Some would call it a miracle that he thanked Doctor Trinh for her input one of the days during the in between time.

According to Clarissa it made her day. Never mind the fact that it made Doctor Sinclaire’s eyes sparkle. Being in a relationship with her was going to be easy right? It wasn’t like he never had a girlfriend before. Even if some ended on a more depressing note.

“Ethan,” said Clarissa as he snapped out of his thoughts watching him. She giggled as he felt his heart flutter just a little. Just a smidge as he found himself smiling but waited for her. A grin on his face before looking her over once again. They did have plenty in common so far. She tossed her copper curls over her shoulders.

“I had something for you by the way. I’ll bring to the hospital tomorrow.”

“Oh no Ethan, if there’s a present for me I want it tonight. How about I walk you back to your apartment?”

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“And I have a gift on the line. Besides my roommates can’t exactly see you with me in public.” True they had to keep this on the downlow for a month.

“Fine you’re call.”

She squealed before finishing her ice cream. He tried to match her pace before heading to the bus station. Thankfully his apartment wasn’t too far away. If she got this excited for gifts he wondered what she would be like on her actual birthday. Thankfully he already turned 36 and his birthday wouldn’t be until next year.

The bus ride went fast with plenty of banter between them. Mostly answering questions about each other. If there was one thing Clarissa Sinclaire liked to do it was asking questions and talk. Which wasn’t a bad thing since they did have their silent moments. Very reluctantly he shared a few stories about his family answering her.

Finally, they got to his apartment and his dog leapt on her. Jenner wagged his tail as Clarissa pet him and fed him a treat. Of course, she got along with his dog. Ethan gestured for her to take a seat and then went to go get the present. She scratched Jenner behind the ears as he watched her from his home office door. Despite being six or seven years older then him they got along great. The way the soft light hit her hair and the relaxed look on her face.

Sighing he found the gift and went over to hand it to her.

“I think you’ll like this.”

Eagerly she took it from his hands and opened it. The wrapping paper falling to the floor as she grinned at the present. “A book?”

“It’s my new one, it’s not even out yet or anything. Still yet to be published and I’ll be happy to sign it for you.”

“Okay Mr. cocky, well, I will cherish this book with all my heart.” Of course she had to be sarcastic but he loved it. She pressed it up against her chest as his eyes lingered on her breast. Clarissa opened the book and reading the first page already. He waited for her reaction as part of his brain was hoping that she’d like it. The other part of him wondered what size her bra was.

“I like it so far and agree with most of it,” she said. “I could challenge you on this idea right here.” She pointed to a paragraph on the second page. “Just so you know this isn’t a birthday present, you had this before I told you.”

“I don’t think I can do better then this,” said Ethan joking a little.

“Was that a joke? The famous Doctor Ramsey is joking with me, I need a camera.” He snorted as Clarissa laughed herself. “I think you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”

She was impossibly close now as he could smell her passion fruit shampoo. Her green eyes blinked up at him. He could see the outside of her bra. Part of him appalled that she’d suggest sexual pleasure so early. The other part of him, the twitch in his pants, was begging to throw her on the couch and take her right there.

“And how can I do that?”

Clarissa grinned at him happily. “A trip to the zoo.”

Now he was confused. “Huh, a trip to the zoo?”

“What were you thinking?” His hand touched her thigh to illustrate his thoughts. Clarissa eyed him as she nodded knowing exactly where he was going. “I mean I wouldn’t oppose, I’m not going to deny that I’ve thought about it. I just thought you want to take this slow. If you want to kiss me by all means go ahead.”

Forget slow, he thought, as his pupils dilated. Glad to be alone he pressed his lips against her one hand pulling her close by the waist. The other just around the back of her neck. Clarissa kissed back her arms around him. They savored in the kiss until the whine from Jenner distracted them to pull apart. Ethan went to shut him in the spare room before turning back to Clarissa.

She was grinning at him with a hungry look in her eyes. Stepping closer to her their arms went around each other automatically. Clarissa nibbling at the bottom of his lip before he opened his mouth and granted her access. Her kisses going from his lips to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, just underneath his ear and down his neck. Thankfully his collarbone was exposed in that shirt. She tasted wonderful and he didn’t even touch her yet.

“Ethan,” she groaned as her hands went to unbutton his shirt. Her hands quick as the shirt puddled at his feet. Their shoes already kicked off from earlier. Her hands running up and down his arms. Then over to his chest, her touch making his nipples stand stiff. “We keep going.”

“Two can play at that game,” he said between kisses. His own hands went to the hem of her shirt. Inching it up slowly he felt the soft gently skin of her stomach Clarissa twitched at his touch before pulling the top over her head.

“Forget slow. Rip this shirt off me if you have to.”

What? A little stunned and that primal stirring in him, they were kissing lips again. Listening to her, the shirt nearly ripped easily from her body. Her shirt gone he took advantage of her bare skin and started to pull her to his bedroom. Clarissa’s lips everywhere as she used her teeth to nibble gently on his nipple. His penis stiffed up a bit at the action. Her mouth on his neck leaving a love mark or two. Ethan pulled her close and kissed her lips once more his hands got lost in her copper curls.

His on hands on her hips prompted him to unbutton and unzip her jeans while in the hall. She adjusted to kick the offending material to the side. With that her legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped her thighs pulling her closer. Her bra clad breast pushed up against his bare chest. She was intoxicating as they settled in his bedroom. Her lips found his belly button and a shiver ran down his spine.

“Clarissa,” he moaned as she went for his jeans, the heavy material falling, and her hands lingered on the waist band of his boxers. “Not yet.” He kicked the door shut behind them as he pushed her up against and onto the bed. Her hair was perfectly messy already. Her make up a little smudged and her breathing turned into pants.

“My turn,” he said remembering how much control she had. With that Clarissa’s bra was worked off her as he glanced down at the size 28C. She was a C cup as he found his mouth watering a little. “Do you mind this getting a little kinky?”

“Go ahead.”

Ethan found his belt and snaked it around her wrists. His lips never left hers. Their pants heavy as he went southward to her breast. Clarissa glanced up at her wrists and then down at her exposed body. The only thing she had left on her was panties.

His mouth left hers and sucked one nipple into his mouth and played with the alternate breast with talented fingers. Then his lips found her other as Clarissa bushed her breast out for him to suckle deeper. Amazing, truly amazing, he thought nuzzling his cheek against her boob. He was leaving his own love marks where she’d have to wear a turtle neck to work for a while. She was soft and warm and didn’t want to stop touching her there.

Moaning and ragged breathing filled the room. His grip iron like holding her hips down. Slowly and tantalizingly his hands rushed along soft and warm thighs pulling her panties down lost in the sheets.

“Don’t stop,” she groaned as his hands pressed against her folds. She was already warm and sticky as excitement ran through him. One finger, a gasp escaped her soft pink lips. Then two as she thrusted her hips up against his fingers. Three as she shouted out. “You’re making me so wet.”

Pleased with himself he rubbed along her slit teasing him to go deeper. She mewled into his kiss as he pressed his lips against her and then around her nipple. Hands on her hips he pulled her closes to his cock ready to take her now.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“Do me, please.”

“Keep begging,” he growled as that seemed to turn her on even more. The pool between her legs grew faster as that tingle ran through him.

“Please take me now. Ethan,” she whined. Her hips arching for his touch. He adjusted between her and pushed. Clarissa couldn’t touch him with her hands bound above her head. She was tight as he got deeper into her folds. “Harder.”

Listening to her Ethan finally had the bed bouncing. Gasps and moans escaped her lips and wet noises from their kisses. She gripped his bed as best as she could.

Yes, baby yes, this was what he was hoping for as his heat raced. This was perfect, he wanted to sleep with her and now he was getting his wish. Her breath coming out in pants as her hands were pulled together above her head. Her whole body open to him and him alone.

The pressure and build up rushed them like a tidal wave as they came at the same time. Adjusting he finally lay next to her and undid the belt around her wrists.

“That was amazing,” she said turning to rest her head on his chest. “I’d give that a hundred out of ten.”

Ethan grinned as he put his arm around her and pulled her close. So, this is what it would be like to be like to sleep with her. Doctor Ethan Ramsey had to admit that he loved it. It started so quick and was glorious. They had to do again. He looked over as Clarissa was closing her eyes already. Her head resting his chest felt amazing as he took in her scent and basked in the afterglow.

His arms were around her waist pulling her close to him as Clarissa stopped him. “I have to get back to my apartment. Otherwise I’ve had some uncomfortable questions,” she said going to find her clothes. The only problem with that was that her clothes were strewn everywhere. Her panties twisted in the sheets. Bra somewhere on the floor. Jacket in the living room with her shirt and pants in the hall.

Part of him wanted to make her stay but had to agree.

“Here I’ll get your clothes,” said Ethan getting up and finding his boxers. She bit her bottom lip watching him leave.

Clarissa dove into the sheets before finding her cotton panties. If she had known that he was… they were… let’s just say she would have had pretty underwear besides the old ones. Great, just great, she slept with her boss and the month wasn’t even up yet.

“Um, Clarissa, I’m sorry,” he said handing her the shirt. She looked down at her tank realizing that it was torn.

“That was my favorite shirt,” she whimpered picking up the torn cloth.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”

“No, it was hot and amazing but now I don’t really have a shirt to wear back.” He shifted before going to his own closet and finding a simple white shirt. She’d be wearing one of his shirts before throwing it to her.

“Keep it.”

Clarissa threw it on over her head. At least it was a generic white shirt that had just been washed. Her roommates wouldn’t be able to know whose it was at least. She took her torn shirt and slipped it underneath his pillow when he wasn’t looking. That would be a nice surprise in the morning, she thought, before they headed out together. The rest of the month was going to be interesting.

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turtle-steverogers · 6 years ago

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warnings: guns, gunshot wounds, mediocre planning as far as the story went

editing: nein, es tut mir leid

ship: platonic spralbert

Spot kicked open the door of the warehouse, the resistance sending a jolt through his knee. He hissed in pain, taking a moment to shake out his leg before hoisting his gun more securely under his armpit. He ran up the stairs, his partner, Race, on his heels. They weren’t entirely sure where they were headed, but Spot’s gut willed him to keep running.

Eventually, they reached the top floor, stopping in the dimly lit hallway to catch their breath as they strained their ears, searching for any signs of movement.

A gun cocked behind them and both men were facing its owner in an instant, their own guns yielded and ready to shoot.

Spot heard Race gasp next to him as they took in the person standing in front of them. Cold fear and shock ran down his spine and he lowered his gun a fraction of an inch in surprise.

No one said anything as the three men stared at each other, two dumbfounded gazes meeting a pair of vacantly challenging eyes.

Race was the first to break the silence, his voice a near whisper as he managed, “Al?”

Three Months Earlier

“Yo, yo, yo here’s your stupid bean juice,” Albert handed Race a venti Starbucks cup as they entered the tall agency building, taking a sip from his own to-go cup as he did so.

Race scoffed, “Like your fucking leaf water is any better.”

“Excuse me,” Albert rolled his eyes, sticking his pinky out dramatically as he slurped his tea loudly, “It’s au naturel.”

“So’s coffee,” Race pointed out as they made their way to their offices, which were located adjacent to each other on the fourth floor.

Things had been generally quiet in the agency lately, their biggest cases being low brow robberies and various hit and runs. But Race and Albert’s other partner, Spot Conlon, had called them in a little early that day, claiming that he’d gotten wind of a new criminal reigning terror over the city.

He hadn’t given many details besides the basics. Older man, responsible for several brutal murders around the city, notorious for his ability to kidnap and convert people to his ideals. A regular nightmare, but nothing the agency hadn’t handled before.

Granted, the three of them in particular hadn’t taken on such a big job yet, but they’d seen it be done and Spot seemed pretty confident that they would succeed.

“Dasilva, Higgins, y’all in here already?” Spot’s voice rang outside Race’s cubicle and he poked his head out, grinning when Albert did the same.

Spot stared at them, eyebrows twitching slightly before he chuckled, “You guys are weirdly in sync, like, all the time and I hate it.”

Albert winked, “Sorry, Spottie-”

“Don’t fucking call me that, how many times-”

“Anyway,” Race interjected, “Spot, you had a case for us?”

“Yeah,” Spot held up a file unceremoniously, “He calls himself ‘The Warden’,” he paused, glancing around, “Hang on, let’s go to my office and I’ll explain.”

They crossed into the office diagonal from Race and Albert’s and sat themselves around Spot’s little desk. Albert made himself comfortable, shifting so that he was sitting sideways in his chair with his legs dangling haphazardly over one of the armrests.

He sipped his tea expectantly, fixing Spot with a pointed look, “So, what’s the tea, sisters?”

“I swear you’ve been watching too much James Charles,” Race muttered, taking a long drink out of his cup.

Spot laughed as Albert squawked indignantly, “Hey! His content is funky and fresh,” he shrugged a bit, “You guys should take notes.”

“Okay, buddy,” Spot chuckled, gesturing to the papers he’d laid out in front of them, detailing the various incidents involving this so called ‘Warden’, “Anyway, so this guy’s real name is Snyder. Real douche it seems,” he stuck his tongue between his teeth as he rifled through the papers, snapping his fingers triumphantly as he pulled a yellow sheet out with a flourish, “Aha, yeah, so he’s apparently been around on the downlow for a while; started out as a successful drug dealer, but started to snap-”

“Sister snap?”

“Albert.”

“Sorry, continue.”

Spot rolled his eyes, but plowed on, “His first major recorded felony was the kidnapping and murder of a little girl after her mother apparently didn’t pay her dues for some hard shit. After that, he seemed to take a liking to killing people. Led a few shootouts, took a few more people for his growing gang presence, the works. But, recently, he’s been messing up. Was almost caught by local police a few times. Finally got enough of a lead from the local station to start a proper investigation and that, boys,” Spot leaned back in his seat proudly, pushing the file towards Race and Albert, who hovered over it excitedly, “Is where we come in.”

Race and Albert took a moment to read through the details. Anticipation, followed almost immediately by eagerness blossomed in Race’s chest and he exchanged an apprehensive look with Albert.

“Let’s get started.”

Two and a Half Months Ago

Race was abruptly pulled from his sleep by the sound of his phone ringing next to his ear. He took a moment to wake himself up, becoming acutely aware that he had fallen asleep in his street clothes. He cracked his neck, pulling himself into a sitting position as he answered his phone, not bothering to check the caller ID.

“Race?” Spot’s frantic tone bled through the speaker and Race frowned, anxiety bubbling in his stomach.

“Spot?” Race rubbed his eyes with his knuckle, glancing across the room to his alarm clock, “What’s wrong? It’s, like, 4:00 am.”

“Uh,” Spot sounded slightly breathless and Race stood up, already leaving his bedroom to put on his shoes. Something was very wrong.

“Spot, talk to me,” Race demanded, tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder as he fastened his holster to his belt, “What’s wrong?”

“I went over to Albert’s apartment just now, because he sent out an emergency alert through his phone,” Race sucked in a breath, dreading the rest of the sentence, “He’s not here, Racer. His shoes are. His phone is. Hell, his wallet’s even here still, but he’s gone.”

“Shit,” Race cursed, hand frozen on his doorknob as he processed the information, “Do you think that…” He trailed off, hoping that Spot could fill in what he hadn’t said.

“Yeah,” Spot said, sounding slightly breathless, “I think Snyder’s got him.”

Race closed his eyes, forcing the panic that had seized his chest to disperse, “Okay,” he said, his tone shifting into the authoritative voice he used while on duty, “I’m on my way.”

When Race arrived at Albert’s apartment, he wasn’t surprised to find the door locked. He texted Spot to let him know he was there and waited for him to let him in. The apartment itself was eerily untouched. There weren’t any clear signs of a breaking and entering and it didn’t seem as if Albert had struggled too greatly as he was taken.

“I thought it was weird, too,” Spot muttered and Race looked at him in silent question, “Everything’s the same as usual,” Spot clarified, waving his hand around the apartment, “Albert didn’t fight it.”

“Or he didn’t have a chance to,” Race said, stepping beside the couch and kneeling down. A few small drops of liquid were scattered there, almost invisible against the wooden floor.

Spot noticed, too and crouched beside Race, dipping his pinky tentatively into the substance and holding it a short distance under his nose. His face scrunched up and his head moved abruptly away from his finger. He stood quickly and crossed to the kitchen. A moment later, Race heard the sink turn on.

“Chloroform?” He called, voicing his suspicions.

Spot walked back into the living room, rubbing a paper towel tensely over his hands, “Yup.”

“Damnit,” Race hissed, rocking back on his heels as he thought, “Fuck, shit, we shoulda known that Snyder’d be onto us.”

Spot shook his head, leaning his hip against the back of the couch and pinching the bridge of his nose, “No ones fault but ours. We shoulda been more careful after that run in by Jacobi’s.”

“Yeah,” Race set his jaw, eyes fixed on the leftover chloroform, “We’ll getcha back, Albie,” he murmured to no one in particular.

One Month Ago

It had been six long weeks since Albert’s kidnapping and Spot and Race were running out of leads. They’d been to every abandoned building and vacant underground in the city, only to come up with nothing.

Spot was beginning to lose hope. The surmise that Albert was beyond finding became more and more likely each day. Race had withdrawn from his normal, charismatic demeanor. It seemed as if the absence of his partner in chaos had drained him in a way he couldn’t entirely explain. Nothing seemed right.

Even as Spot stayed for hours with him to work on the case, Race didn’t seem in high hopes. It was like he already gave up. Like Albert was already gone.

“Holy shit,” Spot looked up at Race’s stunned voice. It was early on a Friday morning and both men had already been working for close to three hours on the Snyder case. Even through searching seemed ruthless, they plugged on.

“What?” Spot asked, abandoning his own file to leaned over the back of Race’s chair, peering at the computer screen over his shoulder.

“I think I found something,” Race scooted forward in his chair and Spot could see his hands shaking with overwhelming hope.

“What is it, though,” Spot squinted at the screen, where an advertisement for an old auto body warehouse was magnified.

“‘Snyder’s Auto Body’,” Race said, eyes flashing as he clicked to another page, which contained the growing portfolio for Snyder that Spot and him were creating, “Located out in Newark.”

“Is it owned by him?” Spot asked, pulling his chair up so he could sit.

Race shook his head, “No, it was his dad’s, but it’s abandoned.”

“Do you think…” Spot glanced at him, fear intermixing with hope in his gut.

“Yeah,” Race breathed, “I think that’s where he’s at.”

“So that’s where….”

“Yep,” Race took off his glasses, scrubbing a hand down his face, “If Al is alive, that’s where he’ll be.”

“Okay, wow,” Spot heaved a deep breath, a new ambitious flame igniting in him, “We’ve got some planning to do.”

Two Weeks Ago

“There’s been another murder,” Spot entered Race’s cubicle in a frenzy, slamming a new case report down onto his desk, “Snyder’s back out there, but get this, the killer was someone new, take a look.”

Race picked up the provided photograph, eyes widening as he recognized the familiar shock of red hair that belonged to the person holding a gun, rounding a corner from the crime scene.

“Oh my fucking...that’s not-” He looked up at Spot, pleading for him to tell him that it was fake. A joke. A cruel, stupid, sick joke.

“It is,” Spot grimaced, taking the picture back.

Race let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, “But, he wouldn’t do that...he-”

“I know he wouldn’t,” Spot sighed, gently pulling Race’s hand away from his bicep, where he’d been gripping tightly enough to leave marks, “I don’t think he’s himself right now. Not while he’s in Snyder’s hands.”

Race bit his lip, completely lost for words, “well,” he muttered, “at least we know he’s alive.”

One Day Ago

“Are you ready?” Race asked, entering Spot’s cubicle and passing him a cup of coffee. Spot sighed, pushing himself away from his computer and rubbing at his stinging eyes. God, he’d been there too long.

“Define ready,” He said, lifting the coffee to his lips and allowing the hot liquid to replenish his energy.

Race scoffed, nodding in agreement as he took a sip from his own cup. They sat in silence, both men contemplating what might be to come of the next few days. They were hopefully going to find Albert, but at what cost?

It was evident that they both had given thought to what condition Albert might be in, but they were too scared to venture into the possibilities out loud.

“Are you scared?” Race’s voice was small, young, and Spot couldn’t help but be brought back to their first mission together, when he’d ended up in the hospital with the prospect of losing an arm. The same lost look lingered behind his eyes and Spot softened.

“Yeah,” Spot admitted, “terrified.”

“Of what?”

“Him,” saying it felt like ripping off a bandaid, “I want Al back, but I have a feeling Al won’t want us back.”

Race swallowed and looked down and Spot’s stomach sank as he realized he was holding in tears.

“Yeah,” Race sniffed, “Me too.”

Present

“Al?”

The flash of recognition that passed through Albert’s cold, brown eyes was gone almost as soon as it had appeared.

“Boss ain’t gonna like that we have visitors,” Albert snarled, the grip on his gun tightening as he took a step closer to Race and Spot.

Spot saw Race cast him a worried glance in his peripheral vision, but he refused to look away from Albert’s eyes. He knew from experience that it was ten times harder to kill a man while you were staring straight at them.

“Snyder’s here then?” Spot asked, matching Albert’s dangerous tone as he, too, stepped forward, pressing his chest to the barrel of Albert’s gun. Albert’s gaze flicked down for a moment, peering at the place where his gun met Spot’s shirt and Spot could see him swallow. Some part of him was nervous. He wasn’t completely gone.

Albert looked back up, setting his jaw, “Yeah, and he’s been pretty bored lately. Might like to have fun with some newbies.”

“Newbies? Al, you know us,” Race blurted out before he could stop himself. Spot cursed mentally as Albert turned his gun on Race instead, who took a millimeter of a step backwards. Spot couldn’t blame him. It was jarring being threatened so lifelessly by the man you used to call your brother.

“Don’t mean I’m fond of ya,” Albert quipped, hitting away Race’s gun with his own and shoving the barrel under his chin. Race flinched, eyebrows scrunching up as an involuntary whimper forced its way out of his throat.

“Yeah,” Albert laughed cruelly, “You always were the jumpy one.”

“Oh, Albert, you brought guests,” Albert’s cocky facade dropped as a new voice rang down the hallway and he winced, backing away from Race as his shoulders flew up to his ears. Spot’s stomach clenched as the first signs to Albert’s trauma became evident.

“Actually, they brought themselves, sir,” Albert mumbled as he stepped back to allow Snyder to approach them. He was an older man, pushing his late fifties with a neatly chopped mustache and side-parted grey hair.

Spot wasn’t too worried. Race and him had enlisted Jack and Davey, two other agents in their field, as well as a team of SWAT officers to wait on standby in case they found Snyder there. Microphones were implanted under their clothes, and at the first sign of trouble, backup would be at their fingertips.

“Even better,” Snyder grinned wickedly, “How can I help you boys?”

Race glared at him, nose twitching as he made a decision, “Oh, we won’t be needing the help, sir.”

Then, the world around them exploded. Race shot his gun aimlessly at the ceiling, providing a distraction as he lunged forward to tackle Snyder. Albert jumped backwards, shooting his gun defensively several times as a flood of SWAT officers swarmed the room behind them, immediately moving to help Race detain Snyder.

Spot made to assist them, but stopped when he saw Albert, frozen in fear, eyes fixed somewhere on the side of Spot’s head. Spot frowned, changing course to move toward him, but stopping when a nauseating pain consumed his entire being. He sluggishly reached up, fingers skimming his temple and his stomach lurched when they came away bloody.

He had a split second to be thankful that there wasn’t a literal bullet lodged in his head before the floor rushed up to meet him, the world going black.

One Week Later

“Welcome back, Spottie,” Race leaned on the doorframe to Spot’s office, smirking when Spot groaned and rolled his chair away from his computer, happily accepting Race’s offered coffee, “How you feeling?”

“How’s one supposed to feel when a fuckin bullet grazed their head and took off some of the fucking skin?”

Race shrugged, “Fair point,” he sat down opposite of Spot, “I’m proud of us.”

“Me too,” Spot agreed, “We took down Snyder, got Al back in one piece, got ourselves back in mostly one piece.”

Race’s smirk seeped off his face, “I wouldn’t necessarily say Al’s back in one piece. Guy’s pretty fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Spot said with a resigned sigh. He’d been confined to the hospital for the days following Albert’s rescue, so he hadn’t had a chance to talk to his friend one on one. He had a feeling that even if he did, it wouldn’t blow over too well, “Is he even talking?”

Race nodded, “He’s mostly snapped out of his, uh, trance, but he’s so on edge. Poor guy’s had more panic attacks in the past week than all of us have had in the past three years combined.”

Spot whistled, “Damn.”

“Yeah,” Race leaned back in his chair, “Won’t let nobody touch him. Figure it’ll be like that for a while, though.”

Spot frowned, “Not even you?”

“‘Specially not me,” Race said, “I think he feels guilty or whatever.”

“Then he definitely won’t wanna see me,” Spot muttered, unconsciously rubbing at the bandage on his head.

“He didn’t mean to shoot you,” Race said, a certain seriousity consuming his tone.

“Oh, I know that,” Spot shakes his head, “But does he?”

“Fair point.”

Race propped his head on his hand, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, “Think we’ll ever get our partner back?”

“I hope so.”

A Month and a Half After the Rescue

“Spot, Racer,” Mush, the resident therapist at the agency, peeks his head into Race’s office, where the two men are pouring over a new file.

“‘Sup, Mush?” Race asked, eyes not leaving the paper he’s reading through.

“It’s, uh,” He scratched at his head, stepping further into the room, “Albert’s asking for you guys.”

Spot perked up as Race immediately abandoned his chair, already hurrying to follow Mush to where Albert has been staying.

As predicted, Albert hadn’t been able to be in the same room as Spot and Race for weeks following the incident. Any time one of them would get near him, he’d either freak out or dissociate and it would take hours to bring him down. Eventually, Race and Spot had resigned to allowing him to ask for them, not wanting to setback his healing process any further. He’d gone through something more traumatic than any of them could have imagined and it took time to move past that.

Albert was sitting criss-cross in the armchair of Mush’s office, a mug of tea cradled between his legs. He was staring at the ground, eyes slightly glazed over as if he’d been crying. His fingers were fiddling with the string to his tea bag, which Spot could smell was sleepytime, and he didn’t look up when they entered.

“I’ll be right outside the room,” Mush whispered, backing carefully back out of his office once Spot and Race were situated in chairs in front of Albert. They didn’t sit too near to him so as to give him the chance to get up and leave if he wanted.

“Uhm,” Race cleared his throat and Albert’s eyes flicked up to him for a moment before returning to the ground, “How are you holding up?”

Spot contained his laughter at the pathetic question, “Ignore him, he’s still an idiot.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on Albert’s face, “Yeah,” his voice was impossibly quiet, “I know.”

Race let out an audible sigh of relief at Albert’s words, “Hey, buddy,” he murmured.

Albert looked up for the first time and Spot counted it as a win when he didn’t flinch, “Hi, guys,” he paused, swallowing and looking to the side, “Sorry it took so long for me to reach out.”

Spot rushed to assure him, “Man, it’s totally okay. What you went through,” he shook his head, “Damn, I’d need even longer than just a few weeks. I’m just glad you feel like you can reach out now.”

“Thanks.”

“You know that we’re here for you, right?” Race asked, his voice softening.

Albert met his concerned gaze, lip trembling as tears tried to force their way out of the corners of his eyes, “I missed you guys, I’m sorry.”

Race looked to Spot, helpless, and Spot jumped in, “You don’t have a thing to apologize for. You did nothing wrong.”

“I almost killed you, Spot,” Albert choked out, breaths heaving as he tried to keep them somewhat even, “I don’t know what I woulda done if-”

“But, you didn’t,” Spot scooted his chair forward, moving his hand slowly to hover over Albert’s knee. Albert nodded and Spot rested his hand softly on his leg, giving him the chance to shake him off, “Everyone’s out and alive and so are you. I know you went through hell in there, but it’s over now and we’re all okay.”

Albert nodded, hiccuping, “Yeah, I know,” he reached out a hand to Race, who eagerly scooted forward and took it, squeezing it reassuringly, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, no one’s mad,” Race said, kindly.

“I miss work,” Albert admitted once his cries had slowed, “But I dunno when I’ll be able to come back.”

“Take your time, man,” Spot said, smiling, “We’ll be here waiting.”

“Thanks,” Albert said, taking a sip of his tea.

Race scrunched his nose playfully, “I see that you still like leaf water, though.”

Albert glared, “Shut up, sister.”

Things were far from okay and it would be awhile before everything returned to normal. But Albert was safe, alive, and on the road to doing well and for that they were eternally thankful.

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