If I received a nickel for every sane person in this castle, I’d owe the bank a million dollars.
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Pre-dating, Tim or Bernard not knowing the other isn’t straight
Tim, leaning over to look at Bernard’s phone as they chill in Tim’s bedroom: whatcha doing?
Bernard: imma send Red Robin subtle messages until I trick him into admitting he’s into guys so I can sleep with him
Tim, bi panic, blushing: you’re what?
Bernard, typing out a message on his phone: here how does this sound Tim, ‘gay af to be a detective, what are you inspecting, other men??’, sound subtle enough?
Tim, too dumbfounded to speak:
Bernard: yeah you’re right, it’s perfect, imma send it
*Tims phone goes off, and then both watch it light up, Bernard seeing the message he just sent*
Tim, picking up his phone, typing, and sending a message without saying anything, face nearly bright red as he glances over at Bernard, who is staring at him wide eyed not saying anything
Bernard, looking down at the text Tim sent him back as Red Robin that says, ‘I like you, let’s fuck’:
Bernard: hey Tim I have a couple of questions
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Fae AU but it’s just the lamb trolling Nari. They find every single loophole in every single deal and it pisses Nari off.
Bones in exchange for money? Okay but Nari didn’t specify which bones!(They use the bones of a villager that was sacrificed to the forest.)
Ask to get a better look? Fine but Nari has to promise to not drag them into the circle.(The Lamb is very observant. One flick of Naris tail in a way they don’t like and they’re sprinting across the forests barrier.)
Give their name and get food in return? Cool. Here’s one of the many names that people call them.(The lamb has no name, their parents were swept away by the Fae too soon to give them a true one and the villagers didn’t bother to give a Fae cursed child a name.)
Lambert is the only one crazy enough to fuck with the literal Lord of Winter. Ratau keeps an eye on them, being fae-touched himself, and does his best to keep them out of trouble.
Nari rants about the lambs insolence to his siblings, the other leaders of the fae courts, and acts like this mortal is a nuisance. In reality the fae lord looks forward to the Lambs visits and the mental gymnastics they put him through to come up with harder and harder deals.
That is, until, the Lamb doesn’t visit for a week, then that week turns into a month, and that month a year. Narinders convinced the Lamb has moved on beyond his circle. He tries to act happy, masking his disappointment infront of the courts.
Then he’s summoned to the edge of the village in the dead of winter. The crops didn’t grow as well, a blight taking them thanks to his sister’s influence, and they needed food. They offered something no Fae could refuse, a mortal sacrifice. There, shackled and caged, was the Lamb. The last of their kind.
Narinder took the sacrifice, he gave the village food, though he could not control the creatures that would prowl their streets at night. His demons were hungry and the winter lord didn’t mind giving them a feast.
The Lamb awoke somewhere warm, shackless with warm blankets covering them. They had on new clothes and a shining bell that put their dented, beat up one to shame. When they finally looked up to see the Lord of Winter standing at the edge of the room and engulfed by shadow, they couldn’t help but smile,
“So you finally got me huh? Kitty cat.”
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