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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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Thanks to everyone who’s been following along. @exovapor

Warning: Language

Chapter 1: Secrets

Chapter 2: Revelations

Chapter 3: Evidence

“The Foot Clan?” Kassie frowned. “I thought they disappeared when the Shredder did.”

The turtles and April looked around at each other.

“Someone should tell her the truth about that day,” April insisted.

“I don’t know,” Leo began.

Mikey interrupted, “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”

“That’s not a good id-“ Leo tried again.

“It all began with four brothers. All four were born turtles, but with the mutagen flowing through their veins, they became men! One was made more handsome and heroic than the others, but I don’t hold it against them,” he started, motioning to himself.

Leo’s head was in his hands, Donnie was outright grinning, and Raph just looked done.

“How many times has he watched Frozen 2?” Kassie asked with a chuckle. April shrugged.

“Picture this: The Foot are breaking Shredder out of police custody. We show up and kick Foot ass with our awesome garbage truck. Then Shredder disappears!” Mikey is acting out the story by this point, arms flailing. “April goes to TCRI and sees these two thugs get mutated and she steals some of the mutagen. The Foot Clan chases her and Casey pulls a Jason Voorhees on them-“

“Wait, he killed them?” Kassie interrupted.

“No, dudette. He wore his hockey mask. Duh!”

“Mikey, wrap this up,” Leo pleaded, exasperated.

“I’m a storyteller, bro! Don’t kill my vibe!” Mikey pouted.

“Okay!” Donnie cut in, “Short version: Shredder used alien mutagen to create two mutant henchmen. He collected pieces of alien technology to open a portal to another dimension. The crazy shit that took place that day that stuff was flying through the sky? That was the Technodrome, an alien warship. We sent that slimy pink fucker back where he cane from. Shredder was working with him and he disappeared that day so it’s my theory that the alien commander, Kraang, did away with him.”

Kassie’s eyes were wide. “Aliens? Hot damn.”

“Is that really a very far-fetched idea when you are discussing it with mutant turtles?” Donnie smirked.

“Touché. So, if Shredder isn’t behind this, who is?”

Leo sighed, “Baxter Stockman was working for Shredder. He would have been able to create this super mutagen, no problem. But he disappeared, too.”

April piped up, “We should see if any of his records are at TCRI.”

“Agreed. We also need to go through the security footage from the genetics lab, and I could use some help since there are quite a few cameras in the building,” Donnie said.

Leo nodded, “Alright, April can go with Raph and myself. We will break into TCRI and see what we can find. Kassie, can you help Donnie and Mikey look through the footage?”

“Absolutely.” she answered.

Raph was staring Leo down. He didn’t care at all for the thought of Kassie hanging out with his younger brothers all night. He wanted to spend the time getting to know her.

“Gear up, Raph. We’re on the move,” Leo barked.

Raph gritted his teeth, but if he said something, she would hear. So he bored holes into his brother’s head as he checked his weapons, falling in beside April. Donnie was already babbling techno-mumbo jumbo to her. He risked a glance over his shoulder, and felt a tingle in his tummy when he saw that Kassie was watching him walk away. She offered a sweet smile and a little wave. He threw a hand up and turned back around. He was nervous, afraid to hope for anything. But maybe, just maybe, Lady Luck would shine down on him for once.

🍀🍀🍀

Kassie sighed quietly as she watched the big bara trailing after his leader. It would have been nice to spend a little more time with him. Oh well. Donnie was talking away as he pulled up the hacked security feeds from the lab break-in.

“So, grab that chair over there and drag it over. We can each watch a monitor. May as well get comfortable,” he gestured.

“Did an alarm sound?” Kassie asked.

“What?”

“How did the police know about the break-in?” she prompted him.

“Well, yes, I suppose an alarm was tripped,” he agreed.

“So, if you can hack into the security cameras, can’t you see when and where in the building it got triggered?” she asked.

Donnie gasped, “Holy shit, why didn’t I think of that?”

He started tapping away at the keyboard, mumbling to himself. Kassie looked over her shoulder and found Mikey rifling through the kitchen cabinets.

“Bingo!”

She turned back swiftly. Donnie had pulled up a particular feed and sure enough, there were the masked men climbing in through a ceiling tile. Kassie pulled out her iphone quickly, and searched what business was on the floor directly above the lab. It appeared to be offices set up for rental.

“Donnie, I need you to find out who is renting the office right above where we see them come in,” Kassie told the tall nerd.

Donnie immediately started typing, sparing her a glance, “You have an excited look. What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking whoever we are looking for is renting that room because their alarm didn’t go off.”

Donatello paused. “Brilliant.”

🚨🚨🚨

Raphael was sulking. They had broken into the TCRI building without incident thus far. April had used some techno-tool that Donnie had made for her to get in without tripping the alarm. Then she used some type of disruptor bomb to scramble the security cameras. Another gift from the genius. Raph was getting more than a little annoyed with his brother. April lead the way to Dr. Stockman’s old office while the brothers trailed behind.

“What is your problem?” Leo asked. “You are usually the first one out of the lair.”

“I ain’t got a problem. Do you?” he sneered.

Leo glared, “Get your head in the game, Raph.”

Raphael puffed up his chest and opened his mouth to argue, when April cut in.

“Here we are!”

Both baras followed her into the office. Raph stood guard in the doorway while Leo and April looked through old files.

“Dammit!” April groused.

“What is it?” Leo asked.

She held up an empty accordion file, “This is labeled ‘Kraang Mutagen’, and all the files are missing.”

“Who else would know that he had this info? This all has to be within the Clan, right?” Leo mused.

Raph grunted, “Is that it? We done here?”

“What’s your big hurry, Raph?” Leo raised a brow ridge. “It’s the girl, isn’t it? Wanting to get back to the cute redhead? You don’t stand a chance, man.”

Anger began to boil Raph’s blood. April looked back and forth between them as they got in each other’s faces.

“I don’t know what the fuck ya think yer talking about, but ya need to shut yer trap,” he snarled.

Leo glared right back, “We are mutant turtles. We don’t get the girl. We don’t live happily ever after.”

Raph shook his head vehemently as he turned away from his older brother.

“I’m trying to save you from the heartache, Raphael,” he tried to explain but Raph was already racing out the door.

April put a hand on Leo’s shoulder and squeezed, before heading out into the hallway.

“Give him time, Leo.”

Leo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really didn’t want to see his brother get hurt, but he was afraid that was exactly where things were heading.

📁📁📁

“Eureka!” Kassie yelled.

Donnie whirled around in his chair, leaping to his feet to look over her shoulder.

“What? What did you find?” he asked, rubbing his hands together.

“Oroku, Karai. That’s the name on the rental agreement,” she announced triumphantly.

Donnie grabbed her phone and looked closer. About that time, Raphael came in and saw his brother huddled close to Kassie. His nostrils flared as he felt a mix of hurt and anger. Feeling betrayed by both Don and Leo, he stormed off to his weight room.

Kassie noticed and called after him, “We know who’s running the Foot now!”

He stopped for a moment, not speaking.

Donnie finally looked up, “It’s Karai, Shredder’s second in command.”

Raph rolled his shoulders, then kept walking. Kassie watched after him with a frown. Then Donnie started talking again and she returned her attention to the matter at hand.

Minutes later, Leo came sliding down the pipe with April clinging to his neck. They landed with a splash, the other redhead looking disgruntled. Both Leo and Donnie tried to speak at the same time, but Donnie won out.

“Karai? She’s leading the Foot Clan now?” April repeated.

Leo nodded slowly, “It makes sense. After Sacks went to prison, Karai was all he had left. She just stepped up to fill the void.”

“Do we think she’s the one who took Baxter Stockman’s notes on the project?” April pondered.

Donnie nodded eagerly, “She has to be. I bet she knows where he is, too. Maybe even using him to complete the mutagen.”

“What are we talking about?”

Everyone stopped and turned to look at Mikey who was chowing down on a bag of wasabi peas. Kassie chuckled at their groans, then looked at her smartwatch.

“Shit, I’ve gotta go. Val thinks I’m out on a date, but if I don’t get home soon, she’s gonna find him and skin him!”

She grabbed her jacket and gloves, and headed for the exit.

“Donnie, you’ve got my number and email. Keep me updated!” she called over her shoulder.

Halfway down the sewer tunnel, she heard footsteps catching up to her. Turning around, she was surprised to see Raph running after her. And a very pissed off looking Leo standing at the end of the tunnel, arms crossed.

“Hey, Raph,” she greeted when he caught up.

Raph put on his most charming smile, damn was it lethal, and held out a massive hand.

“If yer in a hurry, I’d be happy to get ya to yer apartment in no time,” he offered.

Kassie glanced back at Leo. There was clearly something she was missing here, but the opportunity to spend some time alone with the big brute was too good to pass up. She put her much smaller hand in his and nodded.

“Thanks-!” she started, but he lifted her into his arms and took off like a shot.

They maneuvered through several tunnels before he climbed a ladder and lifted a manhole cover. Reaching the fresh air above ground was a nice change, but he didn’t waste any time before she was in his arms again and scaling a fire escape. When she realized that he intended to travel by rooftops, she hugged his thick neck like a little spider monkey.

“Ya okay?” Raph murmured, leaping from one apartment building to another.

Kassie had her eyes shut tight most of the time, choosing to hide her face in his throat.

“I don’t really like heights,” she mumbled.

His voice softened, “Don’t worry, I got ya. I’ll never let you fall.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she whispered.

Maybe it was her imagination, but it felt like he held her a little tighter after that. As much as the travel frightened her, she was sorry when it was over. He had stopped and climbed down to an alley by her building. Raph let her down reluctantly, and she was slow to release his neck. They stood staring at their feet for a solid minute, before Kassie finally looked up.

“Thank you, for getting me home safe,” she murmured, sincerely.

He rolled his shoulders, and gave a dismissive shrug.

“It was no big deal.”

Kassie smiled, “It was to me. So, um, how should I get in touch with you? I mean, if I need to. Do you have a phone?”

Raph raised a brow ridge, then pulled a device out of his shorts pocket. Handing it to her, he murmured, “Just enter yer number and call it. I’ll save it later.”

Kassie typed in her number, hit dial, and hung up as soon as her phone rang.

“Guess I should get back. Ya good from here, right?” Raph asked, shuffling his feet a bit.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks again, Raphael,” she said, reaching out and squeezing his hand as she walked past.

Her heart was pounding by the time she walked through the front doors of her apartment building. She walked in a daze to the elevators, and relived the way home in her mind all the way up to her floor. He was so big, and gruff, and if she was being honest, kinda scary. But he was also passionate, and protective, and sweet. It was time to admit to herself that she had the hots for Mr. Big, Bad, and Brawny.

Kassie opened the apartment door, took off her gloves, hung up her jacket, unzipped and toed off her boots, while humming to herself. She didn’t even notice Valerie sitting on the couch, waiting up for her. Val frowned. She was concerned because her research had turned up virtually nothing on Jared. It was like he didn’t exist outside of the NYPD. And now Kassie was looking way too happy after her second date with him. Something felt really off in her gut. She needed to do more research. She needed April.

🔍🔍🔍

Leo was waiting for him when he arrived back home. His smile quickly became a scowl at the look on the leader’s face.

“Fuck off, Leo. I ain’t in the mood,” Raphael snapped.

He pushed past his brother, heading straight to his bedroom. Just as he opened the door, Leo’s voice carried to him.

“Alright, be mad. But remember, I love you, bro.”

Raph shut the door without slamming it. Leo decided to count that as a win.

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greenmonstercollarbones · 3 years

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Living With the Turtles Headcanons Again Except Horny (18+ NSFW):

Leo

So Leo snitched on the guys for doing something stupid and now they're all in Hashi without him. And he was meditating and it's super quiet so you kinda don't even realize he's still home. He's done meditating and decides that since he's got quiet free time that he's gonna take out his nice swords (the ones hanging above his bed)

He walks into the bedroom area you all share and your back is turned to him and you're taking your shirt off. You've got your curtain open (for plot).

"Shit sorry." He says as he turns around, "You know this is what the curtain is for."

This has been a problem since you've moved in, mostly with Mikey where he'll try to see your figure through the curtain. Leo tries not to embarrass you, and tries to act like he isn't sexually attracted to you at all.

"They're only tits Leo. Nothing you haven't seen in porn before." You respond as he grabs the katana. He tries to pretend you aren't there and starts cleaning it.

"You can look you know." You say as you slowly start taking off you pants. You're really trying to draw out being naked as long as you can.

"Huh?" He asks super confused.

"You can look. At me? I really don't mind."

"You threw your shoe at Donnie for accidentally opening the curtain while you were in a bra. I really don't believe you're okay with us looking at you shirtless." He retorts, "besides I'm just being respectful. There's no reason for me to look."

"Not all of you guys, just you Leo. And are you saying you don't want me?" You start walking up to him and you sit on his lap. He just sits there wide-eyed at you, "What's wrong I'm not enough for you?" You say as you twirl the tails of his mask.

"No, no. You're more than enough. You're absolutely perfect. But are you sure what you're doing is the best idea. It's coming out of nowhere."

"Leonardo I've been flirting with you since I got here. You're just stupid." You start pulling him closer to you, and now your bare chest is pressed hard against his plastron. By now he's put his katana back in it's sheath and abandoned it.

He puts his hands on your face and pulls you in for a kiss. Once the kiss starts getting more passionate he starts running his hands down all of your body stopping at your ass. He grabs it and starts moving your hips against him.

He puts his thumb at the top of your panties and starts tugging at them before stopping himself. You sigh at his self control and get off of his lap and take them off yourself. He pulls you back in and then flips you over onto your back on his bed.

He starts kissing your neck and starts moving his kisses down. All over you chest, only stopping to squeeze your tits momentarily. He kisses down your stomach until he gets to your pussy. He plants one firm kiss on your clit before moving to your thigh. He sucks on your thigh hard until he leaves a big purple mark.

"What was that for?" You ask.

"Just as proof for when the guys don't believe me."

Because you can reply he shoves his tongue into your entrance hard, forcing a gasp of air out of you. He takes his tongue out before giving one big lick from the bottom to top of your pussy. He grabs your thighs and lifts them high above his head. He starts sucking on the little nub that gets a reaction out of you.

He moves both of your thighs into one hand to hold them up. He takes his empty hand and shoves his pointer finger into your mouth, getting it wet. Before you know it his finger enters your tight pussy. He doesn't waste any time going slow and immediately picks up speed. He's going so hard he has to lift his head from between your legs and his palm starts pounding against your clit.

He's on his knees in front of you now and as you look at him you see his bulge is already protruding out of his shorts. He takes his finger out completely.

"Come on don't stop. I was close." You whine.

"Don't worry, I'll replace it with something better for you baby." He unzips his shorts and starts rubbing his cock, twisting his hand around the tip.

He lifts your hips and enters you. This time he starts out slow. He keeps one hand on your thigh but lowers down closer to you with his forearm keeping him up. He lifts up the one thigh he still has control over and starts moving faster inside of you. He nuzzles into your neck and starts moaning sweet nothings to you as he's moving more sloppily.

He sits up, grabbing your hips, and thrusts into you a few last times. You feel his cum fill you as he pushes as far into you as he can. He gets up and grabs a towel to clean you up. After he's done cleaning you he kisses you on the cheek and grabs your clothes from your nook.

"It took you a long time to get dressed y/n."

Donnie

"I didn't get knocked over that bad Donnie. You don't have to stay here with me. Go on patrol with the guys" You tell him as he holds a stethoscope to your chest. He shushes you louder than how loud you were talking.

"I can't hear if you don't stop talking, I just want to make sure your breathing is okay."

He has you on his desk, since it was the tallest ledge to set you on, and you know . . . he's tall. Mikey had knocked into you a little too hard and you fell over. That's all. But Donnie seemed a bit more concerned that he should be.

"My breathing is just fine. My ribs hurt a little bit from the impact but other than that I'm completely fine." You reply.

"You don't think they could be bruised do you?" He sets the stethoscope down and starts feeling your ribs through your shirt, "Can you take your shirt off so I can feel easier?"

You comply and take your shirt off. Luckily you were wearing a sports bra at least. But it gave you an idea.

"Donnie kiss me if I'm wrong but the moon is a planet right?"

He looks up at you like your crazy before smiling at you. He takes your face in one of his hands and gives you a quick peck.

"Don't say that bullshit again please." He says jokingly to you.

"Pussy."

"Excuse me?" He looks at you hella confused.

"You kiss like a pussy. Kiss me like you mean it. Or else I'm totally putting the moon on my list of favorite planets." You smirk at him.

This time he quickly takes your face in you both of his hands and kisses you rougher and faster. Although he was still kissing you super sweet.

"You got any other shitty pick up lines to use on me." He giggles at you. You pause and think for a moment before replying

"I know you'd usually help me get A's in class but I really think I need some D."

"That was abso-fucking-lutely terrible." He looks around for a moment to make sure Splinter wasn't watching, "Come with me."

He takes you hand and brings you to the shellraiser. He locks all the doors and sits in Mikeys seat. He pats him lap and asks you to hop on. And you do. You start kissing again and for awhile nothing progresses so you start taking things into your own hands. You start grinding on his cock which had already started getting hard. You felt it get harder as Donnie whimpered into your kiss.

You giggled at him and pulled the skirt you were wearing up (Mikey also happened to get you this skirt. So sorry Mikey for both ruining the dignity of your seat and skirt.) Donnie pushed your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit. Suddenly a lightbulb lit up in his head.

"Hey get off for a minute I'm gonna go grab something. You keep playing with yourself princess." You get off of his lap and he closes the back door of the shellraiser behind him. You sit back on the chair and take your bra off. You start playing with your tit in one hand and rub your clit with the other.

After a minute Donnie comes back in. He turns to see you in the chair, biting your lip trying to keep yourself from moaning from your own touch.

"Wow, you're gorgeous. Keeping going I want to see you finish." And you do. You throw your head back and your knees start shaking from pleasure. Once you're down you look down at Donnie, who's stroking himself with one hand and holding a small black object in his hand. He twists one end of the black object and it starts vibrating.

"Wait is that a vibrator? Why do you have that D?"

"Hey, it wasn't really originally supposed to vibrate. It- It's a longgg story. Anyways, can I?" He asks as he tugs at your panties. You nod yes to him. He takes them off your hips and tosses them on the floor of the truck.

He presses the vibrator to your clit, which was already super sensitive and sore from you rubbing it. Donnie smirks at the little moaning coming out of you and lines himself up with your pussy. He pushes himself into you and gasps at the feeling of you tight around him. You giggle at him and pull him deeper into you.

He seems too overwhelmed to start moving at first but eventually he starts thrusting into you. He asks you to hold the vibrator for him after you finish around him a second time. He grabs your legs and spreads them higher. He starts moving in and out sloppier, harder, and faster. He's making cute little squeaks and breathy moans. He slows down and slams himself into you each time as he cums into you. The van shakes at every movement he's making. As he lets go of your legs and starts to exit, that familiar pressure starting building up for you. Donnie moves your hand and the vibrator away from your clit and finishes you with his tongue. After he sucks everything spilling out of you.

You start putting your clothes back on but you realize your shirt is missing and start looking for it.

"Are you looking for your shirt, princess? You left it in my lab." He says as he clips his suspenders back on. "Let's go grab it."

Donnie lifts up the door of the shellraiser with Mikey and Raph chilling at the dining table across from you. They're staring back at you.

"Did you guys have fun?" Mikey asks you, "Because Leo's snitching on you guys right now."

I'll do a part two with Mikey and Raph later because I got attacked by a bug while writing this and I'm emotionally distressed about it.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt smut #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2016 #tmnt au

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all-that-tmnt-jazz · 3 years

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This is a little silly, but how do you think each of the guys would react to getting a hug for the first time from their best friend who they may or may not (definitely do lol) have a crush on?

This isn’t silly- I love this idea!!

Warnings: Swearing

Incarnation: Bayverse.

Extra Info: I accidentally turned this into a love confession as well… Whoops.

Leo:

You’ve known him for around 1 year and a half at this point

You’ve never really had some form of greeting

You literally walk into his room and start a conversation

He comes into your apartment and lets go of his aloof demeanor, becoming much more relaxed and saying the most random shit

It’s entertaining, really, how you two are so different when it’s just you two

But it’s what draws you to him, and him to you

But then, you apply to graduate school

He’s supportive all the way, and he’s actually the one you call when you get the email

He’s sitting right beside you when you open it, just as nervous as you are

You read it

You scream

You show Leo, who screams as well

You both act like fools, standing up and dancing in place for a bit

And then you hug him

You feel him tense underneath your arms

You let go, thinking you’ve done something wrong

You see he has wide eyes, and they follow you as you take a few steps back

“Leo…?”

“Y/N, I…”

The look in his eyes changes

It makes your heart flutter in a familiar way

“Y/N, I… I’m in love with you…”

“All it took was a hug for you to finally admit it?” you ask him

You joke, yes, but you’re beaming

He starts stuttering, looking at his feet

You approach him and hold his biceps.

He stops and looks back at you

“Do you want another hug?”

He weakly nods

You hug him, but instead of putting your chin on his shoulder, you tuck your face into his neck

“I love you too, by the way.”

Raph:

The two of you have been hanging out mostly at the Lair

You often hang out in his work out room, but more at your apartment

You spend your time talking shit about people, making jokes, or roasting the shit out of each other

You two met after he had gone to the surface one day, not long after defeating Shredder the first time

You had been preparing to photograph the sunrise on your roof when he came by and nearly knocked you off the building by accident- and you’ve been best friends ever since

You’ve also met his brothers, not long after you met him

You become so much more expressive, outgoing, and rebellious around him, which is so different than you are in the rest of your life

You’re usually so reserved and are never one to disobey someone. But he pushed that aside the moment you met

He also changes a bit around you. He becomes way more chill and less prone to anger- so much so, you notice it

(but you never point it out, because you low-key like Chill Raph)

And one day, he and his brothers just… Disappear

You couldn’t help but worry, and you pace

And then you hear coverage that Shredder broke out of prison, then a threat from the sky

Immediately you knew they were doing something about this

All you could do was wait- you weren’t in their loop to fight a battle

You were only in their loop as a friend and nothing else, as much as you wanted that to change

The night the Threat from the Sky was defeated, you waited on your rooftop

You knew he would come- he was too predictable

But he didn’t. All he did was send you a text

My brothers and I got that threat from the sky. I know I worried you. I’m sorry. I’ll come by tomorrow. -Red

You were a bit heartbroken, really

But he didn’t need to know that.

K- Y/N

So, you waited. And waited. And waited.

And then the next night came, and he came with it

You saw him about a block away, and your heart started pounding

Once he got to your rooftop, he started talking a mile a minute

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night, my brothers and I wanted to-”

You shushed him with a finger to his lips briefly

He immediately relaxed and closed his eyes

He exhaled a long breath when you moved your hand away

You wrapped your arms around his large torso, your head resting in the center of his plastron

You felt him tense up again, but didn’t dare let go

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, and slowly melted into the touch

“I missed you like mad,” you tell him

“You have no idea how much I missed you, too, shorty.”

“Shut up and tell me you love me already.”

He chuckled and you swore he held you a little tighter

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Red.”

Donnie:

You had actually met Mikey first, when he protected you from muggers while walking through Harlem

But then you were introduced to his brothers

Your heart threw itself into your throat when you met Donnie and it was like you lost all sense of speech

Everything you wanted to say came out as stutters or as a jumble of words unable to be understood

And Donnie seemed just as tongue tied

But you two hung out more and more- mostly in his lab or in the garage with the Tartaruga Truck

You became more goofy and silly, but also let yourself open up to him

You felt so much more vulnerable with him, but you didn’t mind. You trust him more than anyone else

And you noticed he was a becoming more and more talkative around you, telling you about his projects and gadgets

And one day, you notice he’s rather quiet

So, you ask him about it

“Hey, what’s up? You’re usually a bit more talkative,” you say

He freezes a moment, then rolls out from underneath the Tartaruga Truck

He sat up, and you giggled

“You have oil… here…” you whisper

You get a spare cloth and wipe the oil from his neck. You feel his heart racing when you go over a pressure point

“Talk to me, Donnie.”

He couldn’t look you in the eye

“It’s just… My brothers are often annoyed by how much I can talk, so I often work alone,” he admits

He shrugs like it’s not a problem

You feel bad for him- you had seen it with your own eyes, his brothers pushing him away when he’s excited

You see him look to his hands, which lay dormant in his lap

“But you… You, Y/N, don’t judge me when I start talking, you actually encourage it. I… I… That’s been on my mind for a long time, and-”

You knock him back in a tight hug

You hear his breath catch in his throat, and yours does the same

He hesitantly wraps his arms around you

You fear he could feel or hear how hard your heart was pounding against your ribs

Unbeknownst to you, he feared the same thing

“I always will. I love hearing you talk. Hell, I love you, Donatello.”

He gasps lightly, but he holds you a bit tighter

“My gods… I love you too, Y/N. Holy shit…”

Mikey:

You had met under… Weird circumstances, to say the least

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and were getting beaten

This guys had pulled you into and alley in the dark side of the Bronx and held you down, starting to grope you to find any wallets and valuables

And then someone called out

“Hey, guys! It’s turtle time!”

You heard a few pairs of feet his the cement around you, but couldn’t look around

Soon your attacker was lifted off of you and you heard a thud soon after

“Mikey, get ‘em out of here. We’ll handle this guy,” someone in blue said

A moment later, arms were holding you bridal style as they lifted you off the ground

Soon, you were on the rooftop and you heard a fight going on below

“Hey, hi. I’m Mikey. You alright?”

You looked at the one who saved you, and were caught by surprise at his appearance

But only at first, because you were then caught in his baby blue eyes

“Um… Fine. Shaken, but… Fine.”

You hugged him

“Thank you, Mikey.”

You let go a moment later, and he was then joined by three other mutants like him

“Hey there. You good?” the one in a red bandana asked you

“I already asked, Raph,” Mikey said, finding his voice again. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

Mikey smiled at you

The other three started leaving

“I hope to see you again- not like this, of course, but-”

You took out a sticky note as the third one in purple called to Mikey

“Mikey, we gotta go!” said the one in purple

“Here- my number,” you said

You handed him the sticky note.

He looked at it and his smile grew

“See ya, Y/N,” Mikey smiled

He ran off to follow his brothers, already longing for your touch again

That night, in his room, he held his pillow, trying to mimic the feeling of you against his plastron

But the next day, he gathered the courage to ask to hang out

And he got to hug you again

He made sure to enjoy every second, which he didn’t do the first time

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years

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Look Back At Me

Florian x reader

Warnings: Smutttttt

A/N: This is my entry for @blackmissfrizzle‘s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge!! Look Back At Me by Trina ft. Killa Mike was my song prompt.

Word Count: 2,582

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"Please leave your message for—"

You hit end call and tossed your phone onto the bed. This was the third time you'd tried to call Florian and he let his phone go to voicemail.

Ever since the fight you two had days ago, he'd been ignoring you. No calls, no texts.

"Fuck him, then," you said to yourself and turned on the TV.

Seconds later, your phone started vibrating. You wrestled with the covers to find it thinking Florian was calling back. Once you picked it up and saw your best friend's name, you sighed and slid the call button.

"Hey Bree," you greeted.

"Biiiiiiitch!! You're not at LUXX?!" She questioned.

"Obviously not, ma'am, do you hear music in my background?" You sassed.

"Well, ya boy is posting on his story all up in VIP with Sandro, Masias and some hoes."

"What?!" You hurried to grab your tablet and went to Instagram.

Clicking on Florian's story, you watched as he smiled and laughed with his friends. Some chick in a tight green dress sitting closely next to him.

"Did y'all break up and you didn't tell me?"

"I mean, we had a fight over something stupid and we haven't been speaking, but a break up is news to me…"

"Nuh un, don't sound sad. Get dressed. I'll be there to pick you up," she said before hanging up.

You thought about texting her and telling her that it wasn't worth it, but you weren't gonna sit around with hurt feelings while he partied, so you hopped in the shower to start getting ready.

********

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when Bree called to tell you that she was pulling into the driveway. You grabbed your clutch, threw your phone inside and headed out.

"Ooh, you look cute," she said when you got inside of the car.

"Thanks, boo, so do you," you air kissed her cheek.

When she pulled up to the club, she gave the valet her keys and the bouncer let you both walk right in. You could hear people grumbling behind you about how they'd been waiting.

Since everyone there knew who you were, another bouncer escorted you both to the VIP area.

"We're getting our own section tonight, Leo, giving the boys their space, ya know?" You told him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, but didn't question it. He sat you in the section right next to Florian's. A bottle of champagne rested in the bucket waiting for you upon arrival.

Within seconds, Florian and Masias were walking over to the two of you. Bree pretended as if she didn't see them as she popped the bottle to pour the champagne.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned.

"Don't worry, I didn't come here to bother you. My friend asked me to come out with her so I did," you shrugged and grabbed your flute.

"Come here, I need to talk to you."

"No, that's okay, when I tried talking to you you ignored my calls, remember? Go ahead back over there with your groupies," you dismissed him.

Florian walked away. He wasn't gonna cause a scene there. If you wanted to be that way then fine.

"Go back over there with your friend, Masias," Bree said.

"What if I wanna stay with you?" He smirked.

"Boy bye!" She waved her hand

"You've never even given me a chance."

"Because I know your type and I won't be wasting my time, now go away."

Masias finally gave up and walked away. You side eyed Bree. You knew that she had a thing for that man and they flirted like two lovesick teens, but tonight she was standing in solidarity with you.

You waved your server down and asked for more champagne. You figured it'd be safe to stick with that instead of mixing it with hard liquor.

********

You were on your fourth glass of champagne. You were up dancing to the music and every so often you'd look over just to see Florian staring at you and made sure to sway your hips perfectly to every beat.

With the alcohol coursing through your body, you were feeling the vibes and really having fun despite your “ex” being in the section next to you.

"Ladiieeessss, if you remember this song, I want you to come to the dance floor and show out for me one time!" The DJ announced.

"If you want it you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it flip it rub it dump it smack it look back at I'm an addict—"

"Ooh! That's my shit let's go!" You grabbed Bree's hand and led her down the stairs.

Florian stood and watched you over the balcony. You and Bree hit the dance floor and rapped along with the words.

"I got a ass so big like the sun. Hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run. Slap it in my face, shove it down my throat—"

A guy walked up behind you and you started grinding on him. Florian's blood immediately started to boil. He knew that you were acting crazy in order to get under his skin.

"I know how to fuck. I know how to ride. I can spin around and keep the dick still inside. Now ya mouth wide, you lookin real scared. I'ma man eater, head hunter, I'm prepared—"

You turned around to face the guy and grabbed the back of his head.

"If you want it, you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it, flip it rub it up and smack it look back at it I'm an addict. Look back at me—"

That set him off. He walked down the stairs slowly and headed towards the dance floor.

You weren't paying attention to him and hopped up on the platform with the stripper pole as the second verse started.

"Put this pussy in yo jaws now smack. Like it's Thanksgiving and it ain't coming back—"

The room was spinning before you could understand what was happening. You yelped and grabbed on to the nearest body, so you wouldn't hit the floor.

Once you realized it was Florian, you tried to snatch away, but he had such a tight grip on your arm that you weren't going anywhere.

You had to skip in order to keep up with his quick stride.

"I have on heels, you need to stop before I fall!" You yelled over the music.

He didn't turn around, but he did slow down a little. When you got outside, his truck was already waiting at the valet and the attendant had the door open and waiting for you.

"Get in," he demanded.

"No, I came with Bree and I'm not gonna leave her," you turned to go back inside, but he grabbed you again.

He lifted you up and sat you down in the seat, put your seatbelt on and then slammed the door behind him. When he got into the driver's seat, he closed the door so hard you were surprised the windows didn't break.

The ride home was mostly silent. You rubbed your wrist where he'd been holding on to you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he reached over and rubbed the spot gently.

Your phone started vibrating inside of your clutch. You figured it was probably Bree checking on you, so you answered.

"Are you okay?!" She yelled the moment you picked up.

"I'm fine," you shrugged.

"I was trying to get out there to you, but Masias wouldn't get out of my way," she explained.

"Don't worry about it. Is he gonna ride home with you? I didn't want to leave you by yourself."

"Yes, he's riding home with me and his ass isn't even allowed inside. He can wait in the lobby for his Uber!"

You laughed. You could only imagine how hard she'd just rolled her eyes at that man.

"Well don't worry about me, I'm fine. You just get home safe and try not to hurt the poor guy." You advised.

"Okay and Florian, you'd better not hurt my friend or I will come after you!" She hollered.

"Goodnight, Bree," you laughed and hung up.

"Does she really think that I would harm you?" He asked.

"Well, you did just drag me out of a nightclub while your friend kept her barricaded inside," you shrugged. "Also, I don't want to go to your place. Take me home."

"My place is your home. You're the one who left and went back to your apartment over a petty argument."

"Petty?!" You screeched.

"Yes, petty! And then you're in there shaking your ass and being disrespectful."

"Oh, I'm being disrespectful as if you didn't break up with me??"

He pulled into the driveway and before he could put the truck in park, you were jumping out and walking back towards the road.

He quickly ran behind you and threw you over his shoulder.

"Put me down right fucking now, Florian!" You punched his back.

May as well been hitting a brick wall.

He set you on your feet once you were inside, but made sure to stand in front of the door, so you couldn't leave.

"Who said that we broke up?"

"You not answering my calls and letting your lil bimbo bitch be all over you at LUXX told me everything that I needed to know. But then you get jealous when you see me with another guy? You're full of shit."

"That's not—"

"Save it," you cut him off, "I didn't get in the way of you getting fucked tonight, so you shouldn't have gotten in mine."

You watched his face darken. Of course you didn't mean the words that you'd just so foolishly said, but it was much too late to take them back.

He walked towards you slowly. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You backed up until you hit a wall.

"Shit," you tried to turn and run, but he grabbed you and slammed you back into the wall.

"You wanna get fucked?" He growled. "What were the lyrics? You got an ass so big like the sun?" He lifted you dress over your ass and palmed it in his big hand.

He used his other hand to grab yours and guide it to his dick. You could feel him growing hard through his jeans.

He kicked your legs apart and rubbed his fingers over your pussy.

"Is this enough dick for that mile ride?" He asked as he slid a finger inside of you.

You unbuttoned his pants and reached inside to squeeze his cock. He groaned and slid another finger into your core. Working them in and out quickly. It felt so good, you pressed your forehead against his chest.

He used his free hand to grip your cheeks.

"Open up," he said.

You stuck your tongue out as he pulled his fingers from you and stuck them in your mouth. You kept eye contact with him as you sucked on his slick coated fingers.

Once you were done, he lowered you to your knees. You assisted in pulling his jeans off and freeing his throbbing member. You licked your lips at the sight of him.

He grabbed your face so you once again opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He slapped his dick on it and then on your cheek.

"That’s what the song said, yeah? Slap it in your face? What's next?"

"Shove it down my throat," you quickly answered.

He wasted no time sliding into your mouth until he couldn't go anymore.

You grabbed his ass and pushed him further down. Relaxing your throat, so you could take all of him in.

Florian threw his head back. A loud groan leaving his lips. He pulled out, because he knew that a second longer would've resulted in him cumming down your throat and he wasn't through with you yet.

You took a deep breath when he was fully out. Smiling up at him, because you knew why he moved.

He helped you up and then bent you over the couch.

"I really don't like the way you were acting. Making that fucker think that he ever had a chance with you," he got down on his knees behind you and sucked your clit into his mouth.

He licked and sucked on your pussy from the back like a pro. Reminding you of one of the reasons why you put up with his shit.

You were struggling to stay upright in your high heels and the upcoming orgasm was causing your knees to buckle.

He turned you around. He wanted to see your face when you came. The way you bit your lip, the way your eyes pinched shut. It was all reserved for him and only him.

"Look at me," he demanded. "This is my pussy, right?"

You couldn't answer. Your mouth dropped as a tingling sensation washed over your entire body. You laced your fingers in his short hair as you rocked back and forth over his face.

He stood and scooped you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he brought you around to lie down on the couch.

"Answer my question," he said as he trailed kisses from your lips to your throat. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"I'm single, remember?" You taunted him.

"Ooh," he pulled the top of your dress back exposing your nipple. "That's the wrong answer," he said and bit down hard on your nipple.

Your scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He turned you on your stomach and grabbed your waist forcing you onto your knees. He slapped your ass twice before thrusting inside of you.

You screamed and scratched at the couch. He fucked your pussy with no remorse. Undoubtedly making you regret what you'd said to him.

"Fuck, Florian, you're—"

"Shut up and take it," he said and grabbed your throat.

You still tried to run a little, so you laid down flat. Worst idea ever since you were now trapped beneath his large body. His hand pressed into the arch of your back as he fucked you.

"Look back at me," he turned your head. "Now, whose pussy is this?" He hit you with a hard stroke in between each word.

"Yours! It's yours baby," you moaned as you felt the waves building once again.

He gave you a sloppy kiss as his hips started to stutter.

"Yes, daddy, cum in your pussy," you urged him.

You tightened around him as you came. Digging your nails into the material of the sofa. That provoked his orgasm and he released ribbons of warm cum inside of you.

After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulled out of you and lied down beside you.

"I'm sorry," he finally broke the silence. "I should have talked to you about our problems instead of ignoring you."

"I forgive you," you reached up to scratch his beard, "just don't let it happen again or I'll knock yo ass out."

"Oh, really?" He repositioned himself, so that he was in between your thighs.

You felt him getting hard again and tried to move.

"Nah, let's see who knocks who out first," he said as he slid into you again.

You braced yourself. Tonight was gonna be a long night and you were ready for it.

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novasintheroom · 4 years

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Ooooo a fresh blog! Heyo there! So, my first request is some head canons, if you write them anyway, for the each of the turtles having a s/o who is usually the purest of beans. Like— she doesn’t get angry, usually shy when meeting new people, very humble, sweet and caring— but for the first time she does it’s like she realizes she’s frustrated and mad about something that happened during the day and it’s the first time she’s expressing it. the turtles notice her come in knowing something is off about her behavior when she’s usually so cheerful. Almost like “Sometimes it just makes me so— it makes me so... so...! Angry!” But she actually gets super surprised with herself realizing she’s actually venting just to say she’s fine in the end after bottling up for so long. The turtles just looking at her and asking if she’s okay 😂 If that makes any sense.. sorry if it doesn’t.

Oooooo my first ask!! I’m so nervous and excited! I think I got the gist of what you’re getting at. Thanks for sending this in, it means a lot to me! <3

Leo

· Honestly caught off guard when you come in steaming

· Your calm and sweetness is something he loves and looks forward to – it’s hard being the firm leader in his family when everyone pushes back, so you’re a pleasant break from the arguments and sassy remarks

· Not today

· It’s loud in the lair – Raph and Mikey are doing something with a basketball and hula hoop that’s got Raph raging and Mikey screaming, Donnie’s got a power tool going on the truck, and Splinter’s Celine Dion music is blaring to drown it all out while he works on pruning his plants

· Leo’s up in the concrete rafters with a book, glancing down every other minute to make sure Raph doesn’t kill Mikey

· He would have completely missed you coming in if Mikey hadn’t thrown the ball toward the entrance

· You dodge the ball before it hits you, but instead of laughing it off like usual, you throw a dark look at his brothers and beeline toward the dojo.

· Woah, that’s weird

· Avoidance of his family = big red flag

· You didn’t even say hi to him??

· Hops down and follows, waving off Mikey’s calls to you

· Finds you in the corner of the dojo, bag thrown to the side and hands smoothing out the sand of his small zen garden

· Feels a bit awkward honestly

· Listen, he’s getting better at it, but he’s not the best at feelings

· Especially girl feelings

· He knows something’s up though, and he wouldn’t be a good beau if he just let you simmer

· Spooks you when he asks if you’re okay

· Darn those ninja skills, how is someone as big as him so silent?

· You sigh and just say you had a fight with your roommate and that it’s fine, you just needed some quiet before you went to his family

· Okay, coolcoolcool. He can work with this. He and Raph fight all the time! “What was the fight about?”

· Cue explosion

· “She doesn’t pay her part of the bills on time, and she has her boyfriend over constantly and I can hear them through the walls when they’re screwing because the stupid cheap apartment has stupid cheap thin walls, and she leaves her dishes everywhere even when I ask her to not be a slob, and the landlord is getting after me for her rent when– “

· W o w

· He didn’t think you knew any swear words, but the names you’re calling your roommate would make even Raph blush

· Your rant goes on and on

· Anytime he tries to suggest a solution you get angry at him like why can’t he just listen omg

· He shuts up quick

· Somewhere in the process he sat down and your head moved to his lap while you laid all your problems out

· By the time you’re finished your chest is heaving and it’s been an hour

· Leo’s scared to say something in case you go off again lmao

· He just plays with your hair and hums while you calm down

· Finally you look at him with wide eyes, “Wow, geez, I didn’t think I was that mad.”

· He can’t help but laugh, “Me neither.”

· Your smile is back, though, and that’s the best thing he’s seen all day

· “You feeling better now?”

· You say yes, and give him a good hug and kiss as thanks for his patience

· He asks you to come to him if things start building up again

· Seriously, start talking to him – I don’t think the poor guy can handle another explosion like that lol

Raph

· Raph knows anger

· Does he know how to deal with it? Ehhh that’s hit-and-miss

· But he knows it

· So seeing your tense shoulders, clenched fists, grinding teeth when you walk in – he knows you’re angry

· It’s a bit off-putting tbh – you’re the calm to his rage, the quiet touch to wind him down when something gets under his skin

· What happened to make his quiet girl so mad?

· Did someone say something about your family?

· Or something about your outfit?

· Did a skeevy guy try to touch you?

· Did someone try to kiss you?

· Okay, now he’s getting mad

· Decides to take a page from Splinter’s book and pulls you aside to talk

· “What’s the matter?”

· You pull at your sleeves, looking anywhere but him

· You just mumble you’re fine, and that you’re hungry and try to move to the kitchen

· Nuh-uh, that don’t work with him

· Catches you by the arm and gives you a look, “Somethin’s bothering you, and you’re gonna tell me what it is.”

· “And what if I don’t wanna talk about it?”

· “Tough luck.”

· Your glare could curdle milk, but you don’t say anything

· Alright, you wanna play it that way? He’s got three brothers he grew up with; he can get it out of you.

· Hauls you up and tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and takes you to his workout station

· Ignores your screams of outrage and the beating fists on his shell

· They’re like little kitten paw pats; he can’t help but smile at how small you really are

· When he sets you down in front of a world-weary punching bag, he crosses his arms and waits

· You’re red faced and snarling. “What are you doing?”

· He raises a fist, and gives the bag a good punch – “That’s for when Mikey backwashed into my water bottle today.” He throws another punch, “And that’s for Donnie’s stupid snorts waking me up last night,” and another, “and now I’m back on Mikey’s backwash!”

· He stops the bag’s swaying and gestures for you to take a turn

· Realization dawns in your eyes. You look at your fist and throw a pathetic punch at it. “That’s…for my fifth plant…dying this week?”

· He almost laughs, but nods encouragement

· You punch again. “That’s for whoever stole my lunch out of the fridge at work.”

· And again. “And for those kids who spit on that homeless guy!”

· And again. “And for Gina’s face when she made fun of my teeth!”

· Punch after punch, you let out your anger and frustrations that boiled over today

· Raph’s impressed – not just with how much crap happened to you, but how long you held it in

· You’re a lot stronger than he gave you credit for

· He’s also a bit freaked at seeing the rage in your eyes

· Is that what others see when he comes at them?

· Yeesh

· You feel a lot better after the session, if sheepish for letting so much anger show

· But he brushes it off, “Hey, you see how I am. It don’t bother me none, sweetheart.”

· He pinches your butt for good measure as you walk back to the lair and laughs when you punch him in the arm

Donnie

· The one that takes the longest to realize something’s up

· He can’t help it! He’s busy making sure his family is safe and hidden! He’s gotta keep the firewall up-to-date from all the new viruses being put out, check the perimeter lasers so that no one sneaks up on them, change the oil in the Turtle Tank, and why is the computer sparking over here, he needs to ask Raph or Leo to come with him to get new parts at the junkyard, but if he –

· Bumps into you and is like ‘oh. how’d you get in here’

· Delighted to see you though! It’s like all his worries suddenly vanished when he realized ‘oh yeah! I have a girlfriend!’ and that’s you!

· Missed you a lot since it’s been a few days since you could visit

· Starts showing you all of the progress he’s made on certain things, asks you how school’s going, how was that group project you had, did you get that interview for work?

· It’s your clipped and short answers that finally makes him take a step back and really see how you’re doing

· You’ve always been enthusiastic about his inventions, even if you don’t completely understand every technical thing he talks about. He thought you guys were past the awkward conversations too.

· Clipped answers are a big no-no – it makes him shrink inside, like his words and ideas don’t matter

· Takes a few seconds to look you over – awkward seconds, ones where you look down and away and not at him

· “Are you alright? Did…something happen?”

· You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, but then the words just start pouring out: “I’m sorry, it’s just, I can’t stop thinking about how my supervisors treated me the past few days. They scheduled me to work a triple shift! Without asking me! And I told them I had a date with you, and a million other things to do, but – “

· You lay it out for him, apologizing every other minute for just putting this on him out of the blue, that you tried really hard to be happy coming to the lair but your boss just text you that you have another shift tonight instead of getting to hang out with Donnie, and –

· Donnie sits you both down in a couple of chairs, his hands holding your own as you keep talking and venting

· Rubs circles into your palm, eyes never straying from your own watery and frustrated ones

· A breath out of the nose is the end to your rant, and you lean to put your head on his shoulder. “I just hate when people spring things on me! I just wanna stay with you and hand you tools to work on stuff.”

· His heart warms at this, even if he’s sad at how sucky your job is

· And it gives him an idea

· He manages to hack into your work’s scheduling system and put your supervisors or fellow employees in your place for the night

· Even sends out a text masked as your head boss to whoever he put, letting them know they’re on the job and that you had an emergency

· You’re torn on this – those people had things they had to do too

· But Donnie reassures you: “If they’re as bad as you say, then getting more people mad at them might just make them change. If not, we at least get to have our date night, right?”

· Well, when you put it that way…

· He gets a big, long smooch for pulling it off and for listening to you

Mikey

· Listen, this boy is intuitive when it comes to emotions.

· He kinda has to be with the type of older brothers he has lmao

· Instantly knows something’s up by the sound of your feet coming down the tunnels – heavy, like you want to stomp them but don’t know how

· He’s geared up though – his baby girl’s coming!

· Hops off the couch and has the biggest grin for you when you walk in

· Doesn’t even falter when he sees the glower on your face

· Says something stupid to test the waters – “Woah, babe, I’m gonna have to call the cops – I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to be as fine as you are!”

· Not even a smirk.

· Okay okay. Obvi you’re not in a happy mood.

· Man, he was hoping for a little blush at least!

· Takes that heavy bag off your shoulders you’ve been lugging around all day and corrals you back to the couch

· Grabs some sodas and a few chocolate bars from his hidden stash in the kitchen

· He knows you need it more than him right now

· Sits down and calls out to the lair that “we’re making out on the couch!!” Def keeps his family from coming in and interrupting lol

· Isn’t even phased when you explode about your day – your coworker had it out for you, your professor told the whole class that your paper was what not to do if you wanted a good grade, etc. etc.

· Mikey accents your day with “No!” and “He didn’t!” and “What a jerk!”

· It’s cathartic to hear someone agree with you like that

· He takes you in his arms when the frustrated tears start falling and you start to wind down

· “It just makes me so angry, and I hate feeling embarrassed and…”

· Rubs circles on your back to help calm you, just like his family did to him growing up

· After a minute you’re better, and back to your sweet, happy self, if still a bit stuffy from the tears and snot

· You’re surprised and apologize for your emotions, but he stops you

· “Hey, everyone has their bad days! Sometimes you just gotta let it out, y’know?”

· You give him a big kiss for being so sweet

· Makes the day a lot better after that with the soda and candy and some video games

· He’s a good turt <3

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r-redex · 3 years

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A Way Out Snip 4

I was originally going to write this as a full PWP, but I abandoned it when I decided to focus on larger projects. I might pick it back up again someday, but for now enjoy...whatever this is

(In which Leo has an oral fixation, and Vincent has a Leo fixation.)

Despite their obvious differences, Vincent really does admire Leo. He might be impulsive and hot-headed, but he’s also brave, and determined, and honestly a lot smarter than people give him credit for. During their time on the run, Vincent’s come to respect him a lot, and rely on him even more. Honestly, he’s mostly just glad that Leo seems to be coming around to trusting him again.

He just wishes that he would stop sticking things in his goddamn mouth.

It isn’t something he’d noticed before, but he’s definitely noticing now. The tension of being on the run has eased significantly since they crossed the border, and though they still aren’t out of the woods by a long shot, Vincent’s mind seems to be clearing. Instead of constantly looking over his shoulder, he’s able to watch Leo’s expressions as he talks, watch the way his hands move to emphasize his words. Instead of listening for the slightest hint of their names in strangers’ conversations around them, he finds himself listening to Leo hum quietly along with the radio, tapping a rhythm on his knee as they drive. When he would normally be hyperaware of any movement around them, his eyes track Leo’s movements when curls up against the passenger side door and yawns, staring blearily out the window when they drive through the night.

And as he starts to notice more, he realizes that Leo is always doing something with his mouth; pinching a coffee stirrer between his teeth when they stop for food at diners; twirling a toothpick between his lips (Vincent isn’t even sure where he keeps getting them); chewing on his nails and cuticles when he gets bored or nervous.

Vincent gets on his case for that last one--they spend most of their time jumping from place to place, and the last thing they need right now is for one of them to get sick. When he points this out to Leo, he narrows his eyes in the way he does when he wants to argue what he knows is a lost cause, before huffing and muttering, “Fine,” and slouching down in his seat. When Vincent next looks over a few minutes later, he’s already found a toothpick from god knows where, rolling it idly between his front teeth. Somehow, that’s almost worse.

It’s not like it’s annoying or anything. Really, the whole thing wouldn’t even be a problem if not for the fact that it draws Vincent’s attention to Leo’s mouth: his teeth, slightly visible as he chews on the end of a pen; the tip of his tongue poking out when he’s focusing; his lips that purse in irritation, or scowl in annoyance, or curl up into a wide smile when Vincent says something funny--the type of smile that makes his eyes light up, and makes Vincent’s heart beat a little faster, and--

No, nope, he is not going down that rabbit hole right now.

They need to be focused. It’s already bad enough that Vincent’s letting his guard down--that’s what he has to keep telling himself when he catches those thoughts flitting through his head.

And somehow, Leo’s become something of a master at catching them as well. As soon as Vincent starts to feel caught up in his own head, Leo will bring him back down to earth.

“You’re thinking too much,” he says, often accompanied by a sharp tap on Vincent’s temple. Vincent will scowl and swat his hand away, but the twinkle in Leo’s eyes tells him every time that he sees right through his “tough guy” facade.

Because that’s what it is: a facade. He really feels kind of weak, especially when it comes to Leo.

Leo, with his rough laugh and big personality. Leo, with dark eyes that sparkle when the light hits them just right. Leo, with his stupid hair, with his cocky smirk, with the pencil that he won’t take out of his mouth, Jesus fucking Christ--

“Will you cut that out?” he snaps. Leo looks up at him from where he’s slouched in the passenger seat, tapping a pencil against his lower lip as he studies the map unfolded over his legs. He’s been trying to find a route to the nearest town to pick up supplies, which is great on its own; but it means that he’s been deep in thought, and has been playing with that goddamn pencil for the better part of an hour. Vincent’s eyes are trained firmly on the road, but he can see enough out of his peripheral vision to know that Leo’s been alternating between tapping his lips and biting the eraser, and it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to focus.

“Cut what out?”

“That--” Vincent waves a hand vaguely at him, “that damn pencil thing. It’s distracting.”

He sees Leo sit up, and can make out his incredulous expression out of the corner of his eye.

“Are you serious?”

Vincent doesn’t reply, and Leo stares at him for a moment before rolling his eyes, slumping down in the seat again.

“You’re a real drag, you know that?”

“Alright then, how about you drive, and I’ll do my best to be as annoying as possible.”

Leo just scoffs and crosses his arms.

They drive in silence for a few long, tense minutes. The sun is beginning to set, and Vincent’s eyes flicker to the road signs as they pass.

Leo sighs loudly, breaking the quiet. “I really don’t want to drive all night again.”

“You’re not driving. You’re sitting.”

He doesn’t argue, and that’s enough to get Vincent to glance over. He’s staring out the window, watching as the greenery zips by alongside them.

Vincent purses his lips, then sighs. “Did you see any place to stop on the map?”

“Uh--” Leo sits up, spreading the map out to read better, and jabs at a spot on the paper. “There’s a small town a few miles off the main road. I wasn’t sure whether to mention it--it doesn’t seem big enough to have much in the way of shops--”

“That’s fine,” Vincent cuts him off, glancing over at the map. “It’s starting to cloud over, and I really don’t think it’s a good idea to be driving if it ends up snowing.”

Leo’s quiet again, but when Vincent looks up at him, there’s a small smile playing across his lips.

“Snow,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen snow.”

“Don’t get too excited. This truck isn’t exactly made for it.”

Leo shrugs, seeming a lot lighter than before. It takes a moment for Vincent to realize that he’s smiling to himself, Leo’s good mood rubbing off on him.

“Let’s get to civilization. I could use a good burger right about now.”

“Sir, yes sir,” Leo says with a smirk and a lazy salute.

[end]

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AUctober: Day 5 - Business Competitors

For @solangeloweek AUctober!

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Tssss!

Ah, the sweet sound of meat hitting the frying pan would always and forever be beautiful to Will. It was lunchtime, so he didn’t have the time to stop and enjoy a moment with his creation. The lunch rush would never give him that luxury, but it was fine. It just meant he was successfully doing his job.

Will was the proud owner of Solace, his very own food truck, serving up Texas comfort foods to the weary New Yorker. Yes, it was his last name, and it sounded a bit conceited, but it was too perfect for him to pass up. He loved cooking and could always rely on his favorite recipes from home to cheer him up. His friends had casually suggested him owning a restaurant, which he immediately dismissed as too much work, but then he landed upon the idea of a food truck and took off from there. They all thought Texas home cooking was unique enough to be a cool, new thing in New York City, but not so niche that he would only have a few customers.

And they were all right, because Solace always had a steady stream of customers who were hungry for quick and hearty Texas foods. A lot of them were from Texas, and they adamantly expressed how authentic Will’s cooking was and how it made them both less and more homesick at the same time. Other customers just really loved his food, many trying it for the first time, which always made Will happy. He felt lucky to be able to share his home and childhood with others. It wasn’t easy running a food truck, but he ended up employing several of his friends and they all had a blast growing his business.

Recently, he had seen people with small trays of pasta in their hands as they walked past his truck. He didn’t want to say he was losing customers, but he did feel like there were a few less people coming than normal. On his post-lunch rush break, he took a stroll around the little plaza area he was by and came across a new truck.

Will did his level best not to get overly competitive with other food vendors. He made an effort to try food from all the trucks and be friendly with everyone. Most people responded in kind, caring more about the food than the money. He hoped this new guy was the same as he examined the truck from afar.

The truck seemed to specialize in Italian food. “Authentic Italian Cuisine” was plastered all over the front and back, but most places in New York City boasted about being the best and most authentic, so it didn’t necessarily mean much. A small awning stuck out over the service window area, bold letters spelling out the truck name: ANGELO DE ITALIA. Anyone could figure out the translation, Angel of Italy, so Will was still unsure of the authenticity of this place’s food.

Pretty elegant name for a food truck, though, Will thought to himself. Food trucks were for quick and tasty foods. Maybe it was just Will, but he always thought of Italian food as something you find in fancy restaurants, not out on the street. However, there was a sizable line for the new vendor, so the food had to be at least decent.

Will decided he would come back towards the end of the day and check out who was behind the Angel of Italy.

---

By late afternoon, the sky was slightly overcast, and less people were out on the street. Will decided it was a good time to stop by the Italian food truck before he went home for the day.

As he made his way over, he was glad to see there were only a few people in line. He queued up and glanced over the menu. It was a pretty large menu for a food truck, and all of the food items had the proper Italian name next to it. The dishes looked amazing in pictures, but Will was still doubtful about reproducing that in seven minutes or so.

“Next!” Will turned to see a hand wave him over to the window. He stepped up and felt his heart skip a beat at the man gazing down at him. He was handsome, to say the least. His dark brown, near black hair framed his face nicely, contrasting with his olive-toned skin and the sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks. He wore an apron and leaned heavily on the counter in front of him, probably tired from a whole day of constant serving. But his eyes were bright, the kind of bright Will recognized in himself when he was really pleased with his cooking.

That really told Will all he needed to know.

“Hi there!” Will greeted cheerily, glancing behind him to ensure he wasn’t holding up any customers. “My name’s Will. I own that food truck over there,” he pointed towards Solace, in all its golden glory.

“Oh, cool!” A head of curly brown hair and a wide smile popped out of the window next to the first guy. “Dude, I love your country-fried steak! I have no idea how you put them out so quickly.”

Will laughed. “Nice to meet a fan! Trust me, it took a lot of messing around to figure out the best method.” He gestured to their menu. “I’m sure you guys had to do the same? I don’t know a lot about Italian cooking, but I feel like those items usually take some time as well.”

“Oh, they do,” the second guy rolled his eyes as he jabbed a thumb over to the first man. “I tried to tell Nico to choose other dishes or methods, but he insisted that his food needed to be as authentic as possible.”

“It does, Leo! We can’t say ‘authentic Italian food’ if it’s not!” The first guy, Nico, said indignantly.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Leo waved his hand dismissively as he walked back further into the food truck. “You and your integrity.”

Nico rolled his eyes, focusing back on Will. “I only keep him around because he built the kitchen so that I can make the foods that I want to. And he can cook a little.” Oh, that little smile was a little too cute for Will right now.

He blushed lightly as he responded, “I totally get it, though. My friends also argued with some of my dish choices, but we worked it out. I want my mama’s home cooking to be as real as possible. So, I respect that.”

Nico smiled fully now, in a way that crinkled his eyes and made his face look young. “Nice to find someone who understands. So,” he cocked his head in thought. “How about a food trade? I haven’t gotten to try many of the trucks around here since we’re so new. I’d love to try your stuff if you’d like to try mine?”

“That’d be great!” Will exclaimed.

“What kind of food do you serve? Hard to tell from the name.”

“Oh,” Will laughed, slightly self-conscious about explaining the truck name. “I make Texas comfort foods. The name is, uh… well it’s my last name.” He grinned sheepishly up at the man in the window.

Nico blinked down at him for a moment, then started laughing. “Oh! That’s funny.” He looked him in the eye as he admitted, “My full name is Nico di Angelo.”

Will took a moment to process that, and when he finally made the connection, he burst out laughing. Nico quickly joined him, both boys thinking about how lucky they were to find someone so similar to themselves. And also, someone so cute!

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avaticancameo · 3 years

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MEETING THE PARENTS | WILL & LEO FOR @theasteriae

LEO

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here,” Leo said out of the side of his mouth.

“Because I didn’t know.” He could see the tension in Bash’s neck and shoulders as he tried to avoid looking in their father’s direction. He’d have to speak to him eventually, of course—Sebastian was the whole reason everyone was here tonight—but the longer either of them could put that off, the better.

It didn’t help that Leo was already anxious. Not restless like his brother, who’d always had too much energy, absent, but rather the opposite. Hyperfocused on his phone.

Will was in London, filming. He’d be getting a taxi, then a train, and would be home well after this evening was over, and Leo knew his phone had to be turned off on set, but even the knowledge that Will would be travelling sometime that evening made him nervous. He needed to know when he was leaving, when he was onboard, what time he was due in. Not keeping tabs, but so he knew he was safe.

Leo had been in the back of an armoured truck when it was attacked. Even the thought of small journeys made him sweat, sometimes.

He glanced up from his screen ( no new messages ) to see Augustus shaking hands with the party member who’d waylaid him and moving across the room towards them.

“Shit, is that—? Better go before Percy destroys the entire drinks table,” Bash said, dashing off. Leo looked around. His nephew was nowhere near the table of delicate champagne glasses. Fucking traitor.

Still, he fixed a smile on his face and prayed this conversation would be quickly over. Surely, Bash was worthy of more attention than him tonight?

WILL

Will still had his suit on. Very luckily, wardrobe said he could messenger it back once they found out he was planning to surprise Leo. It didn’t take much convincing, chatting to a couple of the girls about how incredible his fiancé was had done wonders. It fit like a glove, slim and a beautiful blue colour that stood out from the black ones drifting around in the already crowded room.

As soon as he spotted Leo, he awkwardly sped over to him, grabbing him by the waist with the intention to show him just how much Will had missed him. It hadn’t been so long this time, three days in London versus the weeks to months they were used to. But it never got easier. “Hey Baby-“

He wanted to hold him, shower him in love to cover up for the fact he would get a small telling off for show. But something was off...

LEO

Leo was in the middle of a sentence, answering Augustus's question about work--Why did you give up an active role in the army for a desk job in Manchester of all places? Sounding more accusative than concerned, even though Leo's injuries might have made touring legitimately too much for him, as time went on--when arms around his waist cut him off.

He knew that touch, knew that voice in his ear, and for a second, he felt all the things he should have felt ( joy, exasperation, love, desire ), but then all those emotions were overtaken by a heavy feeling in his stomach. Fear. His father's blue eyes were boring into him, and Leo felt that familiar wave of panic and nausea come over him.

He scrambled to push Will's hands off, turning over his shoulder with wide eyes and a minute shake of his head. He wanted to say, Hey, baby, back. What are you doing here, you bastard? Give me a kiss. But all that actually came out was, "Will, this is--This is my father. Can you--?" Not. Thanks.

WILL

His chest was swollen with pride, but his brows knotted together as Leo shoved his hands away. This wasn’t right. The full sense of fear on his face was easy to read but didn’t make any sense. Will didn’t see the small shake, instead going for a kiss on the cheek once he had his fiancé in front of him. He pressed his body against Leo’s, trying to set a hand on the back of his neck and totally missing these cues.

At the start it had been Will who was the one to dictate what they acted like in public, so even now he set the pace. He had missed Leo more than anything. Only then did the words sink in, Will glancing back over Leo’s shoulder at the older man. “W-what? Wait, this is who?”

LEO

"My father," Leo repeated, taking a step back to avoid the kiss and the reach of Will's hand. He so badly wanted to lean into them, into him, and let all of this go, but he froze up as soon as he thought about it. "Dad, this is Will. He's a--friend--of mine, from--"

"--Yes. Very friendly, by the looks of things," Augustus said, cutting across him disapprovingly. "A handshake will suffice for me, thank you." His eyes were glacial as he held out his right hand towards Will. "You served together in Afghanistan, did you?"

WILL

Will’s eyes moved from Leo, to Augustus, and back again. Right. That father. The father who pushed him too far and had him feeling so small. Now he really looked at his boyfriend, Leo wasn’t carrying himself right. His shoulders weren’t so broad, and his eyes...

His jaw tightened visibly at Augustus’s remark. But he blinked, and smiled all the same. “Not together, no.” He didn’t extend a hand to Augustus, preferring instead to try and thread his fingers through Leo’s. He looked like he needed it. And Will didn’t need the disapproving look of shock the sight of his hand would earn.

“I was with a different branch, also got blown up. Turns out it’s way more common than you’d think.”

He turned back to Leo, more focused on him. “You alright? You want a drink or something? I can-“

LEO

Leo wasn't as tall as his father or his brothers ( even Bella had two inches on him ), but the way he held himself usually made him look taller. Head up, shoulders back, back straight. But in front of Augustus he seemed to have shrunk. Hunched in on himself, like he was ashamed to be standing there. And no wonder.

"Stand up straight. I can't believe you'd get away with that on the parade square." Augustus let his hand linger for another couple of seconds before dropping it with an unimpressed hum. "So you met where?"

"In the rehab centre," Leo explained. "Yeah--yes--a drink would be--" He managed a small smile. "--Great." He put a hand on Will's arm and gave it a quick squeeze. "Why don't I catch up with you in a bit?"

But Augustus wasn't going to let him go so easily. "No," he said. "Stay. I'd be very interested to hear more." Specifically about his relationship with his youngest son.

WILL

It was hard not to cover his neck in kisses, anything to give be Leo his pride back. But Will tried to read his other half better, pick up on the cues. Augustus was only interested in taking a chunk out of him. “It’s Major now, if you want to address him properly.”

Normally the story of how they met was accompanied with awkward laughter. Nervous and a little hesitant but Leo told it so well. But Will stood fully confused, the ring he had given Leo still visible on his finger. The friend comment he could understand, but the fact Leo’s parents seemed totally clueless? That stung.

He placed his undamaged hand on Leo’s, giving it a small squeeze too. “What do you want me to do?” He was fully ignoring Augustus until he turned back to the old man.

“What do you want to know?”

LEO

"And it's Lord," Augustus countered, "If you wish to address me properly." His cold stare moved from Will to Leo and back again. "I want to know why you're here. This is event is for party and family members only, as I understood it."

Leo's fingers curled around Will's, not letting him go. He didn't want to do this, not here, not now--not ever, if he was honest--but he also didn't want to be left alone with Augustus. He looked around for Bash again, but he'd made himself very scarce, the bastard. "Stay," he said. "Please. Will's here because I invited him, Dad."

"Why?" A sandy eyebrow was raised towards his whitening hairline.

"Because like you said, this thing is for family. And Will is my family now."

WILL

It took a second for him to bite back the retort of I don’t. as he felt Leo hold his hand too. It was a start. He was stood on Leo’s right, fighting the urge to lean against him for support like he always did. It had been a long day and he had expected a nice evening with the person he loved most in the world, not this.

Will have his hand a small squeeze with his two good fingers. “You sure?” His voice was so low it was only designed for Leo to hear. “We can go, you don’t have to be here.”

LEO

Leo bit down on the inside of his lip ( best not to show any outward signs of weakness in front of Augustus ) as he watched Will lean his weight more on his right foot. He was tired, off balance, and all Leo wanted to do was wrap an arm around his middle, kiss his cheek, and hold him close.

But he had to settle for keeping hold of his hand.

“Yeah. I promised Sebastian I’d stay to see his speech and—“

“—Where is your brother, Leopold? We’re all here for him, and he’s not even shown his face yet.”

Good question, Leo thought. “I think he had to take a phone call. Do you want me to go and—?”

“—No.” Apparently Augustus was incapable of letting his son finish a sentence. “I’ll go. Thank you. Make sure you stop and say hello to your mother, she worries about you. But don’t go too far. I’m not finished with you yet.”

WILL

Again, Will ignored Augustus completely. “I’ll make excuses. Blame me if you want, we can get out of here and-“

Augustus was hitting every last nerve he had. At once. He was gripping Leo’s hand just a little too tight.

“Do you want to see your mum?”

LEO

“No,” Leo said, letting go of a long breath as Augustus turned and walked away from them. His shoulders dropped a little way, but his chest seemed to be caving in in the centre. “I mean—Not yet. I just need a minute.”

He slipped an arm around Will’s middle, selfishly looking for support as much as he was now supporting his fiancé. “We should sit down, you must be exhausted. Have you come straight from the studio? I thought you weren’t going to be done in time.”

WILL

The very second Augustus was out of earshot, Will felt Leo change. “What the fuck was his problem?” He muttered, half under his breath and half through gritted teeth. But Leo pulled him close, propped him up so it was easier to take some weight off. He leaned into him, but nothing more to show any real affection.

“You said friend, to your dad. You said we were friends.”

That had been playing over and over in his mind, a little eased by the fact Leo had also called him family.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I’m sorry I couldn’t text on the road, my phone was dead.”

LEO

“What?” Leo’s mind was elsewhere, in work mode, looking for exits; it took him a minute to catch up with what Will was saying. “Oh, yeah, look … Can we go outside a second? It’s a bit hot in here. Crowded.” He still felt like Augustus’s eyes were boring into his back.

They started moving towards the door. There were gardens out the back of the hotel, places for them to sit, for Will to take the weight off his leg. Leo didn’t speak again till he’d dropped down onto a bench, face hidden in his hands. “The thing is, my dad doesn’t exactly—know that I’m out? And I didn’t know how to tell him here. I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to be here. Didn’t know you were going to be here. But I’m so glad to see you, baby, please …”

And finally, Leo leaned in for a kiss.

WILL

Will nodded, following behind Leo with his usual awkward gait. He was a little more stiff than he was letting on, a downside from being on his feet all day. It would be fine when he had a chance to settle. Will say down next to Leo, an arm immediately draping back over where his shoulders should be, an invitation to lean on him now.

But the words caught him off guard. Will pulled back, dodging the kiss himself this time. “What? What do you mean he didn’t know?”

He was a bit in shock at that. They had been talking marriage and babies, a real future together. And somehow this felt like the kind of important thing he should have known. “Does he know anything about us?”

LEO

Leo loved the spot where Will’s shoulder met his neck; it was the perfect place for him to lay his head, with plenty of access to Will’s throat, which was often as bruised as his own. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to do just that, get in nice and close, but Will pulled away from him, looking at him like he’d suddenly grown a second head or something.

“I mean,” Leo said heavily, slumping further into his seat. Augustus wasn’t even here now, and he was still making Leo look small. “He doesn’t know. Well, he probably does now, but—I’ve never talked to him about it. Mum knew. She knows all about you. She doesn’t mention it. But she knows I’m in love with and engaged to the most amazing man I have ever met and will ever meet, and I hope she can find it in herself to come to the wedding. But Dad—“ He winced.

“—I knew he wouldn’t like it. There were so many times I went to tell him, but he has this way of looking at you and just—making you freeze up. So, I haven’t yet, and I’m sorry. But I meant what I said in there. You’re my family, and I love you, I’m just—I’m a fucking coward is what I am.”

WILL

His hand slipped slowly from the back of the bench up Leo’s spine, drifting softly over the back of his blazer. This was a lot to take in, especially here and now. They had been together almost a decade, and seeing how Leo seized up when it came to talking about his parents they just... didn’t come up. But Will assumed they knew about him in the very least.

“Right. So you’ve not done that conversation. Does he know you’re getting married? What does he think is going on?”

Maybe ignorance was bliss. But Will was wound tight now, and frustrated at this whole situation. He swallowed the worst of his hurt at being kept in the dark to try and make the best of a bad batch.

“No, you’re not a coward. Don’t say that. Just... you see how this looks to me, right? We’ve been together almost a bloody decade.”

LEO

“No.” Leo’s left hand suddenly felt very heavy, the ring Will had given him weighing it down like it never had done before. “He doesn’t know anything.” He started fiddling with it, twisting it round and round on his finger. “We don’t talk about this kind of thing. Feelings. He doesn’t care how we feel, just as long as we’re doing something that makes him look good.”

He was breathing heavily, but the hand on his back helped a bit. It would have been more grounding if Will had been less tense, but, Leo reasoned, he had every right to be standoffish with him. “I know, I get it, I do. If our positions were reversed …” He shook his head. “… But just because I didn’t tell one person, Will, that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I’m not ashamed of you, I was trying to protect you.”

WILL

“What about your brothers? Your aunt and uncle? Did you ask them not to say anything?” His thumb moved in small circles, trying to encourage Leo to take deep breaths. But he was too focused right now to be loving, this was almost the version of him that had been in the army. Information gathering, listening intently, listing off everything he could to help.

It was the same with racing now. In a way. Yet it was so different from the calm and switched off person he usually was.

“It’s not one person Leo, it’s you dad. And you know that. I’m a grown man, you don’t need to protect me.”

LEO

He gave another shake of his head. “Of course not. I didn’t lie, and I didn’t ask any of them to lie for me either. Bash and August don’t talk to him if they can avoid it, and Uncle Thomas, well, him and Dad work together, but they’re on opposite sides of the fence, and they’re about as friendly as cats and dogs, you know?” Leo’s eyes fluttered closed. He rested his forehead against Will’s cheek.

“Maybe I was trying to protect myself too.”

WILL

Leo leaned into him and Will melted just a little. He couldn’t stay angry, it didn’t feel fair. And whatever he tried to say now wasn’t going to help at all. He moved his arm to hold Leo against his chest, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he settled. “Does he know about August and Bucky?” The last thing Will wanted to do was cause more problems.

He sighed, thinking for just a moment and enjoying the feeling of Leo in his arms. “Do you want me to go?”

LEO

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” The kiss made him smile. At last, something felt normal between them. The gap Leo had felt opening up got just a little bit smaller.

But when Will asked if he wanted him to go … Leo sat up again, eyes blown wide. “No, please.” His hands fumbled to find Will’s in the dark. “I mean, if you want to go, I understand, but—if I can still ask you to stay? Otherwise, I’ll come with you, we’ll go home. If you’ll still have me, partner.”

WILL

“If you want me here, then I’m not going anywhere.” Will lent forwards, hands cupping Leo’s face as their lips finally met for the first time this evening. Maybe he should have asked, maybe he should have checked if anyone was coming to make Leo feel better but it had been on his mind even throughout the rollercoaster of meeting Augustus. It was slow and soft, gentle when compared to the usual level of desperate kisses they shared. It always felt like it was going to be too long till they could kiss again.

He paused only to murmur against Leo’s lips, his voice practically a purr. “Forever and beyond, baby. I missed you.”

But there was the very real question of what to do next. Making out with the love of his life was sure to get Augustus asking more questions, it had just been so long since he hadn’t felt comfortable in a room with Leo. His whole life had changed in the last ten years.

“He’s going to know. You’re wearing your ring, and I tried to practically tackle you in there. What do you want to do?”

LEO

Leo felt lost without Will’s hands wrapped around his, but he didn’t have to wait long until they were holding either side of his face, drawing him closer, and Leo gave into the kiss gratefully. It was slow and soft, reassuring, but after a couple of seconds, Leo needed more. He opened his mouth, sliding his tongue up against Will’s.

He’d missed him too.

He wanted to stay in this little outside bubble, under the umbrella, and not think about what came next, but Will was right. Even if Augustus couldn’t see them right now, he was going to find out. He had probably already figured that there was more to their relationship than ‘friends’, which was why he’d started needling them.

“I want to tell him,” Leo said in a small voice. “I hate that he doesn’t know. But here’s not exactly the place, not exactly the time. It’s so public. But maybe that will make him behave a bit better?” It was a long shot, but it might work, he supposed.

WILL

Without thinking, without even really registering, Will let a small moan escape from his mouth as Leo deepened the kiss. He wanted another one, and another one, and to not think about the rest of the evening at all. This was his happy place, right here. His hands moved to Leo’s waist, pulling him as close as the awkward bench would allow. He stopped thinking about appearances entirely. Just one more kiss and maybe it would fade away completely.

“I love you.” He wanted to say it. He wanted Leo to know that no matter what he felt was right, it didn’t change anything. Will was going to be there to support him, to bolster him, to hold him tight. “I love you, I mean it.”

He let his forehead press against Leo’s, not moving away further away than he had to in order to catch his breath.

LEO

"I love you too." Leo's hands had found their way up to Will's face, thumbs brushing over jawbones. His movements were clumsy, desperate, he thought for a moment about climbing into Will's lap. Then he remembered Will was in pain with his leg and thought better of it.

He was as close to him as he could get, though, knees touching, hands touching, mouths touching, until Will pulled away. Even then, he didn't go far. Leo breathed out, tightened his fingers on Will's cheeks. "I love you so much, I--"

Footsteps on the path, frost crunching underfoot. A woman's footsteps, judging by the click of her heels, but still Leo shuffled back slightly.

"Mum," he said.

"Darling." Vivienne was a tall woman with dark hair, like Leo's. She had a fur wrap around her shoulders, pulling it tighter as the wind blew past them again. "Someone said they saw you coming out here, and I was worried; the weather's not very nice. Why don't you come in?" Her smile was vague as she looked from her favourite son to his companion, but there was something sharp about the eyes. "Is this your--Is this him? It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Morrissey, but you must stop monopolising Leo. None of us have seen him for months, and his father's looking for him, you know."

WILL

Will was about to kiss him again, hands ready to pull Leo onto his lap and forget where they were altogether. There was the hotel room upstairs too, with rose petals on the bed and champagne in the fridge. He had really gone all out, because they hadn’t really had a chance to take a breather since getting engaged. Sure, they’d both furiously proposed in what was a hilarious mix up at the airport and then proceeded to celebrate in the car, in the flat, in the hallway... but it wasn’t the same. He wanted it to be a treat, and had really thought this one through. He wanted Leo to know he cared, and that he was here for the long haul.

The grip on his cheeks had Will reaching forwards again in search of his lips before the sound of someone approaching cut him off. Leo loved away, and Wills hands did too. He was going to do better at following cues this time.

Will swallowed and nodded. “Yes.” He didn’t want to say it was nice to meet her. He didn’t really want to lie. He looked from her to Leo to check in. “Do you need some more air? We’re not in a rush.”

LEO

Leo put a hand on Will's knee and gave it a squeeze. He wasn't ready--really, he didn't care if he froze to death if he and Will could just stay out here, uninterrupted--but he knew if he didn't go in now, he wouldn't go back in at all, and he'd feel worse about that in the morning. A coward, even if Will said he wasn't one.

"I'm all right. Could do with a drink, actually, so shall we go back in, make the most of the free bar?" He grinned and got up, offering Will his hand. This time, he was determined not to let go of it. "Mum, here ..." He offered Vivienne his other arm, so she did not slip on the ice as they made their way back inside the hotel. "How was your trip down?"

WILL

Will took the hand, awkwardly shifting his weight as he got up. As always, he was on Leo’s right. But he nodded, staying quiet to listen to Leo speak to his mother. He didn’t really have anything to add, and he wanted to get a good reads on the woman.

LEO

"Hey, all right?" Leo stopped to make sure Will had his balance once, then again going down the stone steps, and across the threshold of the room. There was a blast of warm air, some smalltalk between mother and son that gave nothing away. Like Leo said, Vivienne did not even entertain topics she considered to be 'problematic'.

She promised to save seats at the big table by the window, but before Leo could make good on that drink, they were all being ushered to sit down, as food was being brought out. They had to get an extra chair and place setting made up for Will, who hadn't been expected.

Leo sat between him and his mother. Will had Augustus on his other side.

"Sorry to lean over you," Leo said with a small smile. He was still holding Will's hand underneath the table. "I wanted to make the proper introductions. Dad, this is Will Morrissey, and he's my fiancé."

On Leo's other side, Vivienne's lips grew thin. "Leopold," she hissed. "This is not appropriate here."

WILL

Will nodded again, but he shuffled awkwardly on the step and had to hang onto the rail. He was so much more graceful on wheels than on his feet. He moved into his seat awkwardly too, wondering if he should have spoken to Bash about showing up. He had just assumed it would work itself out, he wasn’t close with Leo’s oldest brother but they seemed to get on well enough.

Will squeezed the hand in his, rubbing his thumb over Leo’s knuckles. He could read was was going to happen, lowering his voice again to put his boyfriend at ease. “It’s okay, you-“ he didn’t want to force it, he didn’t want Leo to feel like he had no choice. It was fine, he’d be fine. But there it was.

The first time Will had heard him use the word Fiancé.

He should have been ready, but it caught him off guard. He smiled wide, his grin beaming back at Leo. Who he wanted to kiss then and there. Another hand squeeze would have to suffice. “Yeah- thats me. Hi.”

LEO

Leo's answering smile was wobbly as he waited for his father's response. That word, fiancé, was like a hot air balloon; it made his chest swell and filled his belly with warmth. The problem was, Augustus's attitude was likely to bring all that crashing to the ground. His words could make Leo feel deflated at the best of times, and while he was happy with Will, this situation wasn't ideal.

He did have to see it through, though. He owed Will that much. And he owed it to himself to be honest.

Augustus did not say anything for a long time, and when he finally did, it was to his wife. "You knew about this?" That was his first concern. "And what about the people at your work, Leopold--do they know too? Because I'm telling you, if anyone gets a whiff of this, you can kiss any further promotions goodbye."

He didn't look at Will once.

WILL

“Your son has been promoted in the last year, remember?” Will could take insults. He’d heard them before, muttered under people’s breath when they saw him and Leo together from time to time. It was a feeling, like hair up on the back of his neck that just told him he was unwanted. And he was okay with it.

What he couldn’t take was being ignored. “Leo is a brilliant leader, and he’s so patient. With recruits. With me. He’s a real credit to the army and his family.”

He wanted to carry on singing Leo’s praises, or maybe just kiss him instead. But instead he raised his good hand to lean across and put on Leo’s knee beneath the table, turning to face him more.

“You amaze me every day.” Baby. He was careful not to say it, but Leo would know it was there.

LEO

“My son can speak for himself,” Augustus said coldly. Never mind the way he’d interrupted Leo earlier. “Do they know, Leopold?”

“Yes, and they don’t care.” He said this a little more sharply than he’d intended to. How many times had he had to defend his relationship to people, family and strangers alike? He was tired of it. “Because I’m damn good at my job.”

Vivienne made a little noise of protest, but he ignored her, Will’s words making him smile. He put his hand over Will’s on his knee and looked up at him, blue eyes under dark lashes. “I’m not as amazing as you.”

He turned back to his family with renewed courage and conviction. “Will is an incredible man, and I’m so lucky to be his.”

At the top table, Sebastian stood up, lying a hand on Cee’s arm and bending back down to say something to her, smiling, before he took the microphone that was offered to him. “If I could just have a couple of minutes of your attention before we all eat, thank you …”

Augustus turned over his shoulder to look at his eldest son before facing forwards again, eyeballing Leo unpleasantly. “This is not the man I raised you to be. I don’t think disappointment is a strong enough word.”

WILL

“Your right, he can. So why don’t you let him?” Will couldn’t let that one go. It very much ground in his gears that Augustus was so selective. And he was so willing to argue back that Leo was the better of the two of them until his boyfriend found his words. He just needed confidence.

He let Leo speak, his soft smile spreading as he did. He completely missed the fuss at the top table, lost in the earnest blue eyes. But Augustus once again tried to put Leo down.

“Disappointed in what?” Will’s grip tightened, the loving look lost as he seemed to switch in an instant. “Disappointed at the fact he was willing to risk his life for his country? Disappointed he managed to work through recovery and chose to put himself in harms way over and over again? I meant what I said, he’s a credit to his family. But none of that is thanks to you. If anything, it’s in spite of you.”

His mouth was running away with him, and he needed to stop. He had said he would behave after all. Will turned back to Leo, leaning in to make it clear he wasn’t interested in what Augustus had to say in return. “We don’t have to stay, you shouldn’t have to put yourself through this. We can go, if you want. I’m sorry I made such a big deal baby, it’s really not important to me-“

LEO

Leo was quiet for a moment, one half of his face red with shame and rage. When he spoke, his voice started off low, but it grew louder and more passionate as he got into his stride. "You're right." Barely audible. "No, you're both right. This isn't the man you raised. The way you brought me up--or had me brought up, might be more accurate--taught me to be strong, to stand up for myself and for what I thought was right. That last bit definitely came more from Uncle Thomas. But while I sit here and let you go on at me without talking back, I'm just giving you more ammunition. I'm gay--gay as in I like to sleep with men--just one man these days--and gay as in happy because of that one man--and the only thing that's disappointing about that is that you can't accept it."

He didn't realise he had stood up until he was on his feet and his chair had crashed to the floor behind him. Bash paused and looked at him, aghast, but Leo didn't even notice. "I'm changing my name, I'm making a new family with Will, and you can be a part of that, if you want, but it's got to come from you now. I'm done trying to please you, when nothing I do will ever be good enough. Bash is going to be the next Prime Minister, for God's sake, and you still pick faults with him."

Finally, a glance up at the top table. Leo and Bash looked at each other--Bash white in the face--and Leo cringed apologetically. "So, yeah--" Voice loud enough for the whole room to here. "--To summarise, vote for Sebastian, and--call me, Dad, if you can find it in yourself to change your mind. Mum," he turned to look at her and gave half a shrug. "Call me, please."

Then he turned on his heel, a perfect military manoeuvre, and marched out of the room.

WILL

Will watched the whole thing rather than really living it. He was seeing it unfold with nothing but concern and care. He knew Leo was incredibly brave, and that he would choose his moment to find his voice. And Will wanted nothing more than to pick up the glass of champagne in front of him, down it and cheers to the room in celebration. Because it had been incredible.

Yet the look between Bash and Leo set him back down to reality. Will stood awkwardly, hurriedly following Leo as fast as he could and not caring at the eyes on him. He bolted through the double doors, only stopping when he had hold of Leo’s cheeks in his hands. He was standing between Leo and the exit, and he wanted to pull him close then and there. And he put Leo first.

“Hey— hey look at me. What do you want to do? You said you wanted to hear Bash speak? I’ll go back in there with you, I’ll get the train home. I have a hotel room upstairs I don’t care just...” he could hear confused talking from inside, as voices raised a little. But his own eyes never left Leo for a second. “How can I help you right now? Tell me what you need.”

LEO

“You.” It was that simple: Will was everyone and everything Leo would ever want or need again. Fuck his father’s prejudice, his mother’s subservient nature, even Bash’s anger at him stealing the spotlight on tonight of all nights, Leo. If none of them spoke to him again, what did he care? He had Will. And they were all as bad as each other.

His hands sprang up hold Will’s face, pulling him into a rough kiss. “Bash won’t miss me,” he insisted raggedly when he moved on to mouthing at Will’s neck. “A room? I might make it to the lift. This is a fancy place, might even have mirrors, what do you say? Think we can hold it up for a little while, baby?”

WILL

He returns the kiss without thinking, all passion and desire. All the things Augustus would curse them for. It didn’t matter, because his heart swelled in his chest. And then there was Leo’s lips on his neck, hands and his back, instantly irresistible. But Will pushed him back, putting space between them so that he could get a full look at the man he loved. God he wanted to give in now be pressed up against the glass.

“Leo, Leo look at me. I need you to be sure, alright? We can have a conversation if you want, I’m sure Sebastian will understand...” he wasn’t going to let Leo live to regret this. He was so justified, so in the right but family... family wasn’t so easy to settle. “I will do whatever you want but I’m here. I promise.”

LEO

Leo didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to think, but Will’s strong hands forced him to, just for a minute. He stood, held at arm’s length, breathing heavily, but the command helped. Look at me. After what felt like a lifetime in the army, he was quick to do as he was told.

Blue eyes raised, hands gripping Will’s wrists. “I’m sure,” he said, almost pleadingly. “I’m sure. I just want to pretend tonight went exactly as you planned, and then we can deal with anything else tomorrow. Please, Will, you asked me what I needed, I need you. I need you.”

WILL

That was all the confirmation Will needed. His hands slipped from Leo’s face to his collar, pulling him in again. Drinking him in, pressing messy kiss after messy kiss against him. Every few heavy breaths he found enough space to whisper I love you so softly only Leo would hear him. Someone pushed aside the door to the ballroom, and the stir inside pulled his attention for just a moment.

“Upstairs. Come on.” His grin was back firmly in place, knowing in his heart this was too good to be true. The illusion would shatter at some point, be in minutes or hours from now. But if Leo wanted to live in this moment, Will wasn’t going to be the one to break the spell. He wrapped his arm around Leo’s, leading him towards the lifts. “If you rip this suit the girls from wardrobe are going to kill me.”

LEO

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Leo's voice was low and yearning as he repeated it back to him, hands splayed across Will's cheeks, nails and the edge of his ring digging into skin.

He was still trying to kiss Will as he steered them towards the lifts. "Better wait till we get upstairs then," he muttered against his mouth. He didn't have the patience for buttons or zips right now. Would very happily have just torn it off him.

It ended up crumpled on a chair, Will having as little time for finesse as Leo, it seemed. Leo could see it when he opened his eyes. His head was pillowed on Will’s chest, somewhere between asleep and awake. “You’ve worn me out, Moz.” But the complaint was half-hearted at best. “How was that? One for the highlights reel?”

#homophobia tw #this si very much a coming out story just so you know what you're getting in for #i don't have any will tags but tada #lou made him a thing now

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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For a fic prompt! How about Duck and Indrid are childhood best friends who are college roommates. Indrid has been in love with Duck for years, but when Duck starts dating Minerva it throws Indrid into a deep depression. Ideally Duck and Indrid do get together in the end (though hopefully Duck and Minerva’s breakup isn’t nasty) and you can get as angsty as you’d like! Honestly the angstier the better is my motto! Also I’m all for Indrid still having future sight, if you’d like! Thank you SO MUCH!

Here you go!

Quick content note: it contains trans Duck, including a scene where Indrid takes his side when he comes out in PE and, it’s implied, that coming out is not well recieved.

Indrid Cold lays face down on his bed. His phone is shoved under the black cotton of his pillow case, and he’s drawn the windows shut against the warm August air.

This is a misery of his own making, he knows this. He can’t decide if the fact that it’s a misery nearly two decades in the making is impressive or pathetic.

To understand the origins of it, one has to rewind the tape of his life back quite a ways.

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Duck Newton is six years old and hunting for miners lettuce in his backyard, when he feels like he’s being watched.

Looking up, he finds a face framed with shaggy dark hair, glasses perched on a pointy nose, peeking over the fence at him. As soon as the face sees him, it ducks back down.

Weird.

He goes back to foraging, only to find the face watching him again a minute later. This time, when it disappears, he clambers up the oak tree alongside the fence and scoots carefully out onto a limb that sticks out into the neighboring yard. The face, which belongs to a boy about his age, is staring up at him, as if he expected Duck to appear. He’s standing on the edge of the decorative fountain the old neighbors put in the yard.

“Why’re you watchin me?”

“I wanted to know what you were doing.”

“How come?”

“I’m bored. My dads are putting the house together and I don’t want to draw anymore.” He points to a stack of pictures, next to some crayons that are melting in the sun.

Duck thinks; he hasn’t had anyone to play with since school got out. Leo, who lives down the block, is nine, so not as interested in having Duck trailing after him like a little brother as he used to be.

“…You wanna go see a huge crawdad?”

The other boy perks up, “I have no idea what that is. But yes.”

“C’mon, meet me in the front yard. What’s your name?”

“Indrid.”

“That’s a weird name.”

“What’s yours?” Indrid crosses his arms, eyebrow raised

“Duck.”

Indrid stares at him, wide mouth curling up at one side. His stare is a bit unnerving, and Duck feels the need to explain himself.

“It’s a nickname.”

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“I think that’s the same large one from last year.” Indrid peers over his sketchpad, staring down at a crawdad scuttling through the clear creek.

“Told you we shoulda put a colored tape on them or somethin so we could keep track.” Duck looks at the crustacean, and then back at the project he’s working on.

They’re nine years old, hazy and sleepy in the summer afternoon. This part of the creek is shaded, keeps them hidden from passersby and parents alike (they’ve learned to tell at least one parent where they’re going, after Greg, one of Indrid’s dad’s, panicked looking for them).

“What are you making?” Indrid wiggles next to him in the grass, gnawing his pencil as Duck shows him.

“S’a reed raft. I’m gonna see how far I can float it down the river.”

“I will draw a flag for it.” Indrid scribbles, and Duck grins at him. He continues, “I’m glad you’re back. I hate when you got to your uncle’s during the summer. I have no one to talk to.”

“You could talk to Dani.”

“She’s busy a lot.”

Duck looks a little guilty, “Did you get the postcards?”

“Uh huh.” Indrid nods, smiling at his friend to show there’s no harm done. He knows it’s not up to Duck where he goes. The postcards are pinned to his wall, along with his own drawings, some horror movie posters, and the postcards from the last two summers.

“Oh, look at what I found while we were at the lake.” Duck reaches into his pocket, pulling out a smooth, wiggly-striped stone, “Uncle Jeff says it’s agate.”

He holds it out and Indrid takes it, runs his fingers along the smooth, cool surface. It feels lovely. And it reminds him of what he likes most about being Duck’s friend; Duck can make anything, even a rock, seem interesting and special.

Indrid is reminded of another reason he is lucky to have Duck the next morning.

All the adults are down in the living room, talking worriedly. There’s been a car crash on the nearby highway, and one of the trucks was carrying something toxic. The school is closed, and everyone has been told to stay home because the air could be unsafe.

Indrid is under all his blankets, his sketchbook thrown to the other side of the room.

“‘Drid?” The door creaks as Duck enters the bedroom.

He wants to beg him to hide under the covers with him. He wants to tell him to go away.

He sniffs, wipes his nose on his arm, and hears Duck turn towards the bed. The covers slowly lift, and Indrid blinks blearily, tearily up at him.

“Have you been cryin?” Duck looks worried.

He nods.

“Did you know someone who got hurt?”

“No. I, I saw it happen. In my head. Over and over last night. I thought I was imagining it. But then it happened. Th-that happens a lot, ever since my birthday. It’s like, like I see things and then sometimes they happen and sometimes they don’t. I draw them but, but I’m afraid if my dad’s find out they’ll, they’ll think I’m wrong, somethings wrong with me.”

As he’s talking, Duck sits down next to him, rests his arm around his shoulders.

“Nothin’s wrong with you ‘Drid. This is weird, but it don’t make you bad. You should tell you dads. They’re nice, they’ll help you.” He squeezes Indrid’s arm, smiling at him as he rests his head on his shoulder, “I’ll help you too.” He slips the agate from his pocket and into Indrid’s hands, moves their fingers over it in tandem until the motion soothes Indrid’s breathing down, then tucks it into Indrid’s pocket.

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“You okay ‘Drid?” Duck plops down on a cafeteria bench Kepler Middle School, Indrid poking glumly at his fruit salad.

“We had oral presentations today. I did mine on my moth.” He taps the jar in front of him. A week or so ago it had contained a caterpillar that he and Duck had identified as belonging to a Banded Tiger Moth. Indrid had decided to raise it into adulthood, Duck helping him figure out which weeds to feed it before it went into its cocoon. When it emerges, he and Duck have the perfect spot picked to release it.

“What’s wrong with your moth?”

“Nice glasses, mothman!” A voice yells, two boys high-fiving when Indrid shrinks in on himself.

“Hey, fuck you, mothman rules!” Duck thanks his lucky stars none of the cafeteria monitors heard him. He recognizes those two; they’re in Indrid’s CORE class with him, meaning the nickname has already spread. Indrid, with his tics and his tendency to finish people’s sentences, his glasses and scraggly appearance, has been pegged as a target for months. It makes Duck’s blood boil to see them turn something Indrid spent time looking after into an insult.

That night, he grabs a sharpie and one of his grey t-shirts.

The next day, he turns up with “Mothman Rules” scrawled on his chest. Indrid’s smile is worth the lecture he gets about messing up his clothes.

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Indrid and Duck sit side by side in the principals office. Their gym clothes in Kepler Middle’s colors, grey and maroon, seem even grimmer right now.

They haven’t done anything wrong, not as far as Indrid is concerned.

Duck stood in the boys line-up during P.E, that’s all. When he refused to move to the girls line, the teacher told the rest of the boys to line up all over again, elsewhere. They all moved, except Indrid, who insisted that Duck was in the right line and refused to play along with a bid to deny that.

They have been sent to the principal for “causing trouble.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Duck murmurs.

“I did. You’re my friend, Duck. And Mr. H is an asshole.”

He thinks, but does not say, that it would take far more than a gym teacher and the threat of detention to leave Duck’s side when he’s in trouble.

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It’s Indrid’s 16th birthday, and his dads are throwing a very subdued sweet sixteen. He dyed his hair silver, and they’ve ordered an entire table of desserts from a local bakery, and he, Duck, Juno, Dani, and Barclay have stuffed themselves while watching movies and teasing Dani for being ga-ga over her long-distance girlfriend, Aubrey, who she met playing an online tabletop games.

Once the other three leave, Duck grabs Indrid’s jacket and hands it to him.

“C’mon, lets go to the creek. Got somethin to show you.”

Indrid follows him, teasing him as they turn down the creekbed, “We’re not going to have a repeat of the beer incident are we?”

Duck laughs, “No. Learned better than to give that hummingbird palate of yours booze.”

They hit the familiar dirt of their favorite spot, and Duck gets on tiptoe and reaches into the trees above them. Strings of lights, red to match Indrid’s new glasses, and white, snap on. Below them is a blanket, and Indrid sits down with a perplexed smile. Then he checks the futures, and understands.

“Is this entirely sanitary?”

“Enough.” Duck grins, pulling out a lighter and safety pin, “I did it on mine and I still got the ear.”

“Very well.” Indrid crosses his legs, checks the futures it be double sure this won’t end in infection, and braces himself, “left ear please.”

“Right. Okay, one, two-”

“OWowowowow.”

“Done!”

“Ow.” Indrid winces as Duck cleans the newly-pierced ear, loosens his grip on the agate in his fist.

“Can’t believe you still carry that thing around.”

“I find it soothing. Ooh, how nice.” Indrid picks up the black moth-shaped earring Duck hands him.

“Figured it’d be better to start with a smaller one. And now that you’re all done, you can officially burn your list.”

Indrid pulls a worn sheet of binder paper from his pocket. When he, and then Duck, turned fifteen, they wrote out lists of things they wanted to do before they hit sixteen. He crosses out get ear pierced, then mutters, “I’m still missing one.”

Duck looks at him quizzically. He turns the paper around and points to first kiss.

“Wait, I thought you and Carlos-”

“Nope. Never got that far before we broke up.”

Duck sits next to him, gets a mischievous grin on his face, “Think I know how to help.”

“How’s tha-”

It’s barely a kiss, Duck bringing their lips together just long enough for Indrid to feel him sigh happily. Then he pulls back, still grinning.

Indrid is certain that if he looked down at himself, his veins would be pulsing technicolor, his body lit up like the cheap neon in their tiny downtown.

“Ta-dah, list complete.” Duck whispers.

“Thank you.” Indrid whispers back.

He doesn’t think much of it for the rest of the night, figures it’s just a meeting of Duck’s goofier side with his desire to help a friend.

It’s only when he’s laying in bed, playing the kiss over and over again like a favorite song, that he realizes he might be in trouble.

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Indrid knows the likely outcome, but that doesn’t stop him from leaping up excitedly when Duck bangs the front door open.

“‘Drid, I got in! did you, oh, hey Mr. Cold, did you?”

“Yes.” Indrid grins from the bottom of the staircase.

“Oh hell yeah! Juno got in too! Maybe we can all be roommates.”

As much as Indrid would like that outcome, the arbitrary housing system of UWV Huntington has other ideas. Duck ends up partnered with an affable if often absent psych major, Juno gets a single in the same dorm, just two floors down, and Indrid is stuck with a frat-boy business major.

That doesn’t stop them from making the most of their first year of college. Indrid crashes on Duck’s floor some nights, and the two of them manage to swing having a film class together during spring semester. They each dip their toes into the wild sea that is college dating, with mixed results, trading advice and anecdotes in the dark of Duck’s room.

And none of that, not one single bit, does anything to dampen Indrid’s romantic feelings for his friend.

It’s not that he doesn’t try, just as he’s been trying every day since his 16th birthday. He loves Duck as a friend, wants to be in his life forever. He can’t afford to love him any other way. It’s too risky. And so he tries, over and over and over, to quash those feelings. Sometimes they ebb, sometimes Indrid happily dates or hooks up with other people.

But they always come back, like a faithful hound finding it’s way home.

Because Duck will laugh in that ridiculous way of his, be vulnerable with Indrid in those private moments, make Indrid feel understood in a way no one else can. And he falls in love all over again.

(And that’s before he even gets to the moments where Duck will strip his shirt off on hot days, or wander into the room in his boxer shorts, and Indrid feels the urge to plead with him for the privilege of feeling him up).

It’s because of all this that, when Duck asks if Indrid wants to move in together their sophomore year, he almost says no.

But then he and Duck are sharing celebratory take-out in a half-unpacked apartment and he’s happier than he ever thought he could be.

It’s not perfect by any means. Indrid can be messy, Duck can be terse, money can be tight. But Indrid is so at home with Duck, all that fades into the background. They have friends over, compare notes on dates, have junk food strewn study sessions on the couch, keep each other company during all nighters.

Then, in May of their Sophomore year, things change.

“‘Drid? Oh good, you’re still up. Um, I wanted to tell you somethin. Minerva and I are goin out.”

“Oh. That’s a bit unexpected.” Indrid sets his drawing aside.

“You tellin me you don’t use that magic-eight ball brain to spy on my love life?” Duck teases, plopping down onto the bed with him.

“Never. So…why the switch from work-out buddies to this?”

“Dunno, just seemed like we’d been spendin a lot of time together. She actually tutored me back in high school, remember, so it’s kinda fun to be around someone who’s known me that long. Y'know, someone who watched me grow up.”

“I see.” Indrid kicks his jealousy until it goes limp and sinks back under the surface of his feelings, “well, that’s awesome then. I’m glad you’re excited Duck.”

And he is. It’s not a lie, goodness knows he’s well aware he has no claim to Duck’s affection or time. And Minerva does seem to make him happy, encourages Duck’s good habits like going to the gym (something Indrid has tried once and will never do again. Yoga and walking are fine by him).

But soon he cannot go anywhere with Duck, including his own apartment, without Minerva there. Duck spends all of his time with her, and Indrid learns it’s not just him; while Minerva is gladly included in their group get-togethers, Juno hasn’t seen Duck in weeks. And has barely heard from him. She is also a bit loud and Indrid, who has always had trouble with over-stimulation from noise, finds himself out of the apartment more and more often.

Indrid can’t blame Duck for spending time with Minerva rather than him; she’s jockular, active, attractive (even if she does call Duck by his first name). Indrid is odd, reclusive, and well, weird looking.

It all goes to hell at the end of August.

“‘Drid! The study abroad program offered me a scholarship. I get to go to Brazil. This is so fuckin cool!”

“Wonderful!” Indrid claps his hands, “I know how badly you’ve wanted to go. You have to promise me to send me pictures of brightly colored bugs for art inspiration. Oh, and now we can tell Dani she has somewhere to stay while she and Aubrey look for a shared place.”

“Exactly. And guess what, it gets even better.”

“How-” he sees the answer coming, tries to keep his face neutral.

“Minerva’s comin with me!”

“I wasn’t aware wildlife conservation and management was her area of interest.”

“It ain’t, but she’s comin as part of a grad study program. It’s gonna be so fuckin amazin.”

“I’m sure it will be.” The pull between his true feelings and his need to seem supportive renders his answer flat.

“What’s up?” Duck sits down in the kitchen chair opposite him.

“Nothing. Or, well, I suppose I’ve just now realized that I’ll be without a good friend for a semester. I’ll miss you.”

“Aw, I’ll miss you too, you big sap. Don’t worry, I’ll write you a bunch, send pictures too when I can.”

Indrid looks at the futures, then down at the table, “No, you won’t.”

“Huh? Why wouldn’t I?” Duck looks hurt.

“In all the timelines, you send me one postcard at maximum. In most of them, you send none. I slip your mind entirely, it seems.” His voice is tight.

“The fuck? How is that pos-”

“Any time not spent in the field, you are too engrossed by her to do anything else.”

Duck’s face hardens, “So that’s what this is really about.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He lies.

“You’ve been bothered by her since the start! You don’t think I notice that forced smile you get when she’s around, or the fact you leave the house when she comes over?”

“I get overstimulated when there is too much noise, you know that.” Indrid snaps back.

“You hardly come out with us anymore, and you make it sound like she’s controlin me or some shit.”

“I, I do not. I just don’t enjoy when she barges in randomly.” He rubs his temples with his hands, trying to keep calm.

“Christ, you really makin me choose between my best friend and the first girlfriend who’s made me feel this way? Why the fuck can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Because it should be me and not her!” Indrid spits out, hands dropping to the table and gaze meeting Duck’s own.

Duck blinks back at him, “Really? Really? You had a million goddamn chances to confess how you feel and you choose now?”

“I, I didn’t, I tried so hard to ignore it, but, fuck, I didn’t mean to say it now but since I did: I’ve been in love with you for years. And, and I just, after everything, we’ve been so close-”

“What, you think that what, because we’ve been friends since we were kids and you been pinin after me for however the fuck long, I should just date you? Like it’s destiny or some shit? What the fuck man?” He stands and Indrid mirrors him.

“Do not put words in my mouth. I never wanted to interfere in your life, I never, you can’t possibly know how I feel!”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m really that fuckin oblivious? I suspected you felt some kind of way about me, and I gave you chances to show me I was right!”

“Name one.” Indrid growls, stepping closer.

“Homecomin, my eighteenth birthday, about a dozen times last year where I asked if you had your eye on anyone and you’d change the goddamn subject,” Duck counts out on his fingers, closing the remaining distance, “hell, coulda used those weird powers of yours to see what would happen if you told me.”

“I was too scared to. And if you were so observant, and apparently not opposed to the idea, why didn’t you make a move on me?”

“What do you think me kissin you on your birthday was?”

“A joke! Goodness, Duck, you know I’m not great with social cues. I didn’t think you’d ever care about me that way.”

“You think I’m that fuckin shallow?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He growls.

“So what was your end-game, huh? Just wait out everyone else, circle me like a fuckin vulture until I’d settle for you? Fuck, Minerva was right, you are creepy.”

Duck may as well have punched him. He sort of wishes he had.

“Fuck. you. Wayne.” He hisses out, stepping around him and towards his room.

“Nah, fuck you, Indrid. Fuck you for makin me think you actually cared about me when all you were doin was bidin your goddamn time!”

“That’s not, no, nevermind. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

Duck tosses back, “That’s as good as a confession in my book, you creepy, mothman lookin motherfucker,” and Indrid slams the door.

There’s ten minutes of hurried, angry movement in the rest of the apartment, and then the front door bangs shut.

He cycles through anger (at himself, at Duck, at these obnoxious powers for not helping him prevent the fight), hurt, and numb acceptance that he has blown his oldest, closest friendship to smithereens.

When he finally calms down enough to think clearly he realizes that, if nothing else, he doesn’t want that to be the last conversation they have before Duck leaves.

He faceplants onto his bed, pulls out his phone, and types.

Indrid: I’m sorry for losing my temper, and for not telling you the truth sooner. Even though it would have been helpful if you’d been clearer in the past. Can we talk about this tomorrow, and try again?

The answer is immediate.

Duck: Staying with M until we leave. Don’t text me again unless the apartment is on fire.

He stares at the response, then slides the phone under his pillow, presses his face to the mattress, and lays there numbly until he falls asleep.

——————————————————

“Nope, you are not having a sad hook-up on my watch.” Barclay’s tone freezes Indrid in place, and he slumps back down into the booth at the bar.

Barclay is only a year ahead of him, but at times he reminds Indrid of a mother hen. A very, very large mother hen.

“I cannot believe I allowed you to drag me out on Homecoming weekend.”

“Indrid, you’ve been miserable for almost two months, and I’m honestly really worried about you. Plus, this place has super cheap, real good appetizers.”

“Thank you for not saying ‘apps.’’ Indrid sips his soda.

“That word is an abomination. And you’re avoiding the actual topic.”

“I destroyed my best friend’s trust in me, and am wallowing here while he cavorts in the rainforest with his girlfriend. I’ll survive, but there’s no rule that says I have to enjoy it.”

Barclay sighs, “Look, if I give you permission to be miserable while you do it, will you come to trivia night with me, Joe, and Jake? Dani’s usually out fourth, but she’s helping Aubrey get her magic show up and ready to open.”

Indrid blows a strand of hair from his face (the black patches are getting worse, he needs to dye it again), “I can mope as much as I want?”

“You can cry into your beer for all I care, as long as you let me buy it.”

Trivia night turns out to be much better than anticipated, though Joe, Barclay’s boyfriend, is terrifying to behold in a battle of information.

Movie goes better, game night even better still, and soon Indrid is hanging out with the others more days than not. He even helps Aubrey design and draw up some last minute posters for her show.

It’s the morning after opening night (and the following celebration) that his phone alerts him to a new email. The subject simply says “Bug.”

It’s from Duck.

All it contains is a photo, clearly taken at night on a phone, of a moth with bright pink wings and red eyespots.

He types, Neat! Then, after a moment, adds What species?

He doesn’t expect a response. But the next day, another email awaits him.

Dr. Graslie (Entomologist here) thinks it’s Leucanella apollinairei. Here’s someone more familiar

This picture is of a small crustacean. Indrid smiles; it’s a crawdad.

He replies Careful, maybe it followed you all the way from Kepler. Seen anything else interesting?

This time he waits two days for a response, but it opens with, sorry, internet is real spotty. Big shock, I know.

This is followed by two paragraphs describing trees. Indrid has never been so happy to hear about root systems.

Soon Duck is emailing him whenever he can. At first, it’s only about the wildlife, the field work he’s doing, and the terror of trying to practice hygiene in the middle of a rainforest. Slowly, other details appear; the things he’s homesick for, the ways in which he and Minerva are starting to grate at each other (you’d think being in the middle of nowhere’d get you some peace and quiet. Nope).

Indrid responds with updates from school, pictures of the outings he and the others go on, news about the promo art several places in town have hired him to do after seeing the posters for Aubrey’s act. Says he hopes Minerva and Duck are able to work things out.

Winter break comes sooner than seems possible, and he assumes the next time he sees Duck will be when they’re home visiting their folks.

Which is why, when he’s sitting at home reading after his last final, the door opening alarms him (Dani has already moved out). That is, until he glimpses the future.

“Duck?” He calls softly.

His friend appears in the doorway, luggage left behind him in the entryway.

“Hey, ‘Drid.”

“I, ah, assumed you’d be staying with Minerva until you could officially move out.”

Duck shakes his head, “I ain’t movin anywhere. Unless you want me to.”

“No.” Indrid fidgets with the agate, tucked safely in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“We, uh, we broke up. Minerva and me. It was, uh, mutual, though she was the one to pull the trigger, so to speak. Just found there were some things we didn’t agree on. Weren’t compatible on neither.”

“I’m sorry.”

Duck snorts what’s almost a laugh.

“I mean it.” He stands, voices earnest and gentle, “I know you were happy with her, and the relationship meant a lot to you.”

“Yeah” Duck sounds tired, “It did. But it turns out another one meant more.”

Indrid stops moving. Also, possibly, breathing.

“I…well, I sent you that first email instead of apologizin because I was still kinda hurt, but I realized I missed you. I didn’t want you gone from my life. And the longer I was gone, the more times I turned around wanting to tell you somethin and was sad you weren’t there, got excited at the thought of showin you somethin or sending you pictures, I realized I did plenty to fuck things up. And that’s before we get to the fact I was dreamin about you most nights.”

Duck steps awkwardly forward, until they’re toe to toe, “I missed you, ‘Drid. So fuckin much. And I’m sorry for the things I said durin the fight.”

“As am I. I ought to have thought how my confession would appear to you. I’m sorry I did not.”

“I guess, what I’m tryin to say is I feel like a real dipshit for havin to go halfway across the globe to realize what I really want.”

“And what do you want, Duck?”

Duck cups his cheeks, and then Indrid is tipping forward, into a kiss he’s dreamed of for years. His arms close around Duck’s shoulders, his lips taste chapstick and cold night air. He pulls away to breathe and gets only an instant to do so, Duck chasing his mouth for kiss after kiss, his eagerness sending them tripping onto the bed.

Indrid lands on top of Duck, hears him whimper when his name leaves Indrid’s lips.

“‘Drid, ‘Drid, please-”

“Yes” He kisses his cheek, “whatever it is, the answer is yes.”

Duck giggles into his neck, “You got no idea how bad I wanna make a goof on that. But, fuck, ‘Drid, I can’t, all I want is you.”

“Likewise.” He purrs, hooking Ducks leg around his own, nuzzling up his neck before attacking his lips with kisses.

“That, that a rock in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” Duck tugs on his lower lip.

“Both. See?” He produces the agate, holds it where Duck can get a look at it.

“Holy shit, is that the one I gave you a million years ago?”

“Indeed. It became a sort of grounding object, because it was pleasant to touch and reminded me of you. Later it morphed into a sort of good luck charm.”

Duck closes Indrid’s fist around the rock and kisses it, grins, “There, now it’s twice as lucky.”

Indrid holds him close, basks in the love radiating from him as he murmurs, “It’s not the luckiest thing in the room, though. That honor, I believe, belongs to you and I.”

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Chapter 18: Back to Santa Monica

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Nick’s poor attempt at muffling his own hiss went unnoticed when Callie gripped his hand with a hold that could challenge an Orc’s, her forehead coming to press against his paling knuckles, gritting her teeth through the pressure.

“I’m sorry, I know these are awful,” Dr. Sangui sympathized, her hands and eyes busy behind the screen of the thin cloth draped between Callie’s knees.

“Mhm-” Callie tried to remain composed, but Nick could see the bands of muscle straining along the entire length of her legs propped up in the stirrups.

“Okay, aaand,” her doctor made quick work of her hands, followed by a few metallic clicks. “We’re done,”

Callie exhaled, her knees slapping together, whispering a soft, shy apology to Nick when she caught him shaking the blood back into his hand. He shrugged it off so she wouldn’t dwell, helping her sit up.

“Do you two have your bags packed yet?” Dr. Sangui asked after dropping the speculum into the sink and rolling towards them.

Nick snorted. “No,”

Callie flicked his hand.

“Well I think you may wanna keep them in the car, honestly. You’re about 70% effaced,” she grinned at Callie, instantly recognizing the excitement rising in her big eyes.

“What’s that?” Nick asked, feeling a little excluded from all the smiles.

“She could go into labor any day now,”

Nick’s poise flickered through a wide range of emotions just as his ears did, blindly reaching for Callie’s thigh to squeeze, but she was sure that although he would go on to tell her it was for moral support on her part, he was actually supporting himself so he didn’t fall forward onto his face.

“So he’s full term?” he cracked, grimacing at the betrayal of his voice.

“Right now his growth equates to a human baby at 36 weeks, at that stage we don’t stop labor if it comes. Callie’s body is showing all the right signs of labor preparation so I feel comfortable saying yes, he’s full term and you should have a little boy in your arms any day now,” her smile had started to break through her words, and by the time she finished, Callie was pressing her fingers over her own wide smile.

“Any day?” Nick repeated, the telling placement of his hand on his chest alerting Callie that he was leaning into breathlessness

“Yes sir, so pack those bags,” she scolded. “If you don’t have anymore questions or concerns I can get your paperwork organized and send you two on your way to get all the sleep you can.”

“Yes!” Callie clasped her hands together. “What secrets do you have to start labor?”

“I wish I had some,” Sangui frowned. “And while we’re at it, I'd like to go over our plan once more,”

“My natural birth plan?”

Nick’s glance up at her was one of annoyance; he didn’t understand why she had to be so hard-headed about this.

“Your back-up plan,”

“Assuming I even need one because I’m going to push him out,” Callie was frolicsome as ever, but her refusal to even consider the possibility of anything going south was worrisome. How would she handle the labor if it did go south?

“Seeing you wholeheartedly believing in yourself thrills me, but I need to hear you say you understand the importance of it, please . I don’t want any confusion if the time comes,”

Callie exhaled, choosing to look away from her doctors hardened, and seasoned stare. “I understand,” she established clearly, her mood having plummeted a little. “When can I cancel the c-section?”

“The second Leo is out,” she promised. “And a little personal advice from a mother of five,”

Nick’s eyes widened. Five!?

“Walk. Walk as much as you can and let gravity do its job,”

“That’s it?” Callie muttered in disbelief.

Sangui nodded enthusiastically. “Tried and true method of evicting those little things,”

Callie looked at Nick who in turn shrugged. “Of all things,”

“Just please, whatever you do, don’t use castor oil. I cannot stand to see another baby go to ICU,” Dr. Sangui pleaded, the familiar grief lining her expression telling all the heartache she’d endured from such unfortunate events.

“I’ve heard horror stories,” Callie agreed, and once again Nick was left in the dark as he waited for some kind of hint to be provided

“Listen to them. Okay! Let me go grab your papers and you two can get going!” She chimed happily, patting Nick’s shoulder as she passed and left the room.

Callie always giggled when Nick took it upon himself to help pull her shorts up her legs, tugging them up her thighs once she was standing despite her half-hearted attempts at shoving him away. When it came to the spandex band that covered the curve of her low stomach, he’d step away knowing she liked to fold it over a particular way.

The black tank-top was pulled down, already fanning her cheeks and tossing her hair off her shoulders. A deep flush dusted her freckled cheeks, one the brisk AC didn’t even harpen.

Nick gazed up at her, admiring. Like the first time he’d looked up at a police officer at six years old, eyes wide and sparkling in wonder, he now found himself stuck in the same predicament, unable to pull from the force keeping him there. This time however, he gravitated towards it instead of ducking shyly behind his father.

His strong hands came to hold her thigh, his forehead resting there also.

It had started to hit him while basking under the warm beams of her smile; the realization that soon his world that revolved around Callie would shift, and Leo would become the center.

There were times he’d wake from hazy dreams of finding Callie sitting in their bed, whispering in mystifying talk down at her arms where little hands grabbed blindly, and where even softer cries would bring him towards her despite feeling fear heavy his feet.

Nick took a composing breath, his hands squeezing her thigh steadily. Callie’s own came to caress the back of his head and neck, but with her global stomach in the way, she couldn’t lean down to kiss him into a tranquil state. She hoped her touch gliding across his wide shoulders that expanded with deep inhales did something for him like his comforting aura so often did for her when she found herself in a panic.

Now that the power of his night terrors were failing to do harm, they seemed to switch their assault on his wakefulness the closer they came to meeting Leo. The fluttering excitement was stirring, slowly simmering into fear, the steam clouding his eyes and leaving him in a confused haze.

What do I do if he doesn’t stop crying? How often can I hold him? What if he hates me?

Fatherhood was just around the corner, but there wasn’t much even she could do to prepare him, and the questions would likely remain unanswered until the time came for him to simply go through the motions of learning their son.

He’d started to absentmindedly draw designs across her thigh where the shorts didn’t reach, his head tilted and staring from behind his sunglasses at the woman who struggled to pay her parking ticket at the gate.

“How hard is it to press a button and swipe a card?” Callie chastised, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

Nick shook his head. “Not like we need to be anywhere today,”

“Ross is calling and the heat is cooking me,” she whined, rallying a chuckle from him.

“Maybe it’ll bake him a little faster,”

“You got your oven mitts ready?” she cracked, and he laughed again.

The remnants of his smile lingered once looking back to the car ahead of him, his ears twitching when an alluring idea came to the forefront of his mind. “Do we have anything planned for dinner?”

Her eyes momentarily bounced around as she squinted, finally exhaling, “Nope,”

Nick grinned. “Date night?”

“Mm? What’ya have in mind?” she smiled when resting her chin in her palm and laying her phone in her lap.

“How about Santa Monica?”

Her smile wavered here and there between a scowl. “Last time we were there we got in that fight ,”

“That was last time,” Nick sighed.

“I know, okay, I just…” she fidgeted, halting her drumming fingers. “That was just a shitty day,”

Nick reached into her lap to smoothly scoop her hand into his, their fingers twining when he kissed the back of her hand, his eyes on the road as they finally made their way from the parking lot. “You know I’ll be sorry forever,”

“Callie open the fucking door!”

The heel of her palms stayed pressed against her eyes when she shook her head, leaned forward into her own lap. “Go away Nick,” she croaked, sniffling.

“Open the door!” he bellowed, his palm coming to hit the window sill of the passenger side door.

“Fuck off! Just leave me alone!” she screamed, fresh hot tears staining her cheeks.

“I’m not going until you fucking talk to me!”

“ I don't wanna talk !” she sobbed, and continued to scream as he yanked animalistically against the handle, the truck swaying side to side. “Nick stop before someone calls the cops!”

“I don’t fucking care!” he bellowed, truly uncaring of the strangers amongst the crowds coming in and out of the piers parking lot that had stopped to watch him beat wildly against the truck. “Now open the fucking door so we can go home!”

“ NO !”

She screamed when his lightning fast strike was enough to crack the window, the soft splintering filling the silence between them now as she looked at his heaving form that looked back in shock from his own outburst.

“I know,” she used the back of her knuckles to rub his chin before he held her thigh so she could have her hand back.

“That won’t happen again, I promise,” he still reassured.

“It’s okay baby, really,” Callie’s small smile was comforting, but he knew the somber memory still made her flinch sometimes when his temper grew explosive. “It’s not like I haven’t gone apeshit sometimes,”

“Yeah but I can just pick you up and toss you aside when you start tapping into those crackhead vibes,” Nick grinned when she giggled, her soft touch tracing the back of his hand as the wind tossed her loose hair around. “So do you wanna go?”

“Yeah, one more date with just us two,” she beamed, her smile brighter than any magic he’d bored witness to.

“Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Oh yeah, it’s not like all the times there were bad,” she suspired, leaning closer to give him that crooked, toothy grin.

Nick could only look at her in fleeting glances, but he’d recognize that glimmer of her eyes anyday. “Like?”

“Like the ball,”

Nick swallowed. “The black dress ball?”

“Mhm,” she bit her bottom lip, studying him closely.

“Nick stoh- stop stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum!” she sobbed, thighs trembling and spread in his lap. He was buried to the knuckles in her pussy, his hand other working her flushed tits that shook with her ragged breaths.

“That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” he sneered against her hair, the shimmering black dress pooled around her waist.

The aching of her knee started to dull as she ebbed closer, her heeled foot hooked onto the dashboard and fingers dug into the fabric across his thighs, surely burning her own palms the longer he extended his torture.

His fingertips found her clit for only a moment before sliding two fingers back in, her spine arching immediately when he drummed her spot.

“Ah fuck-” she choked, curling off his body. “Nick, Nick Nick-”

“Fuck I love it when you shake like that,” he growled, teeth bared and gripping her breast tight enough to make her whimper, but it was all muted the moment she climaxed.

Callie was always a sight to behold when this moment came; the way she chanted his name until her voice broke, her hips rolling perfectly into his rhythm, and there was always the pulses of her pussy. How he could feel her slick walls milking his fingers, and could practically taste her sweet nectar he scented furiously.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered, dragging his slick fingers out to rub her sensitive clit. There were a few listless jerks of her body, but Callie twisted in his hold after evening her breathing, her sore fingers curling in his shoulders to steady herself.

Her movements were wobbly and sloppy, but this night, Nick was too heated and hard to stop her from wiggling upright in his lap, and clumsily reaching down to guide his hard as rock cock inside once he’d done away with the belt and zipper.

His head hit the headrest, eyes closed and moaning against her parted lips that ghosted against his. She tasted like the champagne they’d been served in crystal glasses, her touch cold across his chest once she’d run down the length of buttons.

Every slow drop of her hips took him back in with ease, a breathless whine meeting his lips every time he filled her.

The fallen strands of her messy hair that was once pinned up in a soft french twist now tickled his cheeks as she looked down at him with balmy eyes.

Nick’s mind further unraveled when she leaned back against the steering wheel, switching to soft bounces that dropped her head back in the wake of a loud moan.

The smooth plain of her torso was bared for him to touch, his palms sliding flat up between her breasts and resting at her neck as he bucked into her sweet pussy, his own cries starting to fill the steamy space of the trucks cab.

A few snaps before his eyes brought him back with a deep flush and growing erection, his heavy eyes finding her looking up at him curiously.

“Are you daydreaming?” she smiled, poking his hip.

Nick shrugged, his knees swinging wide as he adjusted the achy hard-on in his shorts while following her to the next aisle. He quickly offered an elbow upon watching her waddle with a hand pressed into the wearied crook of her spine, still keeping a hand at her back when he reached up to top shelves for her.

“Here,” she took both of her selections and hung a bag on each of his shoulders, studying them meticulously.

“Why me?” he cocked a hairless brow.

“You’re gonna be carrying it while I’m dying of labor pains,” she grinned. “I think I like the Puma one,”

“If I’m carrying why can’t it be more me looking?”

“They don’t have any blue ones,” she pointed with a frown, narrowly avoiding the slap to her ass. “If I scream that someone from the Blue Man Group is hitting me people will come running!”

Nick chuffed, hooking his arm around her shoulders before she could slip away, hanging on tight when she tried to squirm away. She let out high pitched laughter into his chest as he shoved his face between her shoulder and cheek, all in attempts to chuff into her ear; it always made her squirm and scream.

“Cheesecake!” she finally squealed, slapping a few rounds worth of hits against his arms that didn’t phase him in the slightest. “You ruined my bun!”

“Ahh it was already fucked, c’mon fur ball,”

Now Nick barely avoided a hard punch to his arm after grabbing the bag of her choice and moving on, only coming back to her side to help her walk after she pinky promised she wouldn’t groin shot him.

“So what else?” he asked, his arm hung around her shoulders.

“Swaddling blankets. I have everything I need at home-”

Nick nearly lost his footing when his arm didn’t follow, but he quickly realized what was happening when he came to face her pinched brows and scrunched nose, the irritated turn of her jaw.

“Bad one?” he questioned keenly, glaring at a couple that murmured lowly in annoyance as they moved around a steadfast Callie at the center of an aisle.

She nodded, exhaling slowly. “Thought my water was gonna break everywhere for a second,”

Nick felt the blood come back to his face. “Wait until we’re in the car at least so I can just drive you to the hospital,”

She snickered, leaning more into his arm now as they ambled around the store.

The mostly curious, sometimes disgusted and other times intrigued gawks in their direction was for the most part ignored now; years of toughening allowed him to now brush the remarks off, but even he couldn’t resist growling lowly when the looks deviated, dragging up and down Callie, or his form. If there was ever a time Nick hated his heightened sense of smell, it was in Targets with middle aged mothers who would outwardly glare at him, but upon passing, their arousal would give them away, often accompanied by a glance over their shoulder at the beefy Orc.

“There’s another cougar looking at you,” Callie would whisper, pointing with her chin.

It’s when he’d give a small reminder to the less informed humans that he was spoken for, usually with a hand slipped into Callie’s back pocket or slyly pulling her hair back from her face to reveal the faint bite under her jaw.

“So where’re we eating?” Callie piped, gently touching a pair of thin, silver earrings whose jewels sparkled softly.

“Mariasol’s? I could go for some ceviche,” Nick’s mouth watered at just the thought.

“Oh good, I thought you were gonna be tired of Mexican after these last two weeks,”

He scoffed. “I haven’t grown tired of you, have I?” he asked against the shell of her ear, smiling when she blushed.

“Nick?”

They both turned at the unrecognized call of his name, but Callie caught the stiffening of Nick’s spine before she even had a chance to properly overlook the lean Orc woman that had called after him.

“Grohet?” Nick said, his eyes peeled.

“Yeah- hi!” she smiled, her stubby tusks barely peeking from her lips as she moved forward to hug him.

Although Nick’s embrace was stiff and half-hearted, it still shrunk Callie back to his side, unknowing where to look or how to place her hands as she took in small details of the admittedly gorgeous woman before her lover.

“How’ve you been?” she went on to ask, respectfully stepping away from him.

“Uh yeah, good, real good. God it’s been years since I’ve seen you,” Nick replied nervously, his eyes shooting to Callie’s and finding the anxiousness. “This is my girlfriend Callie,” he proudly introduced, his hand returning to the spot at her back

“The lone wolf is finally settling down, huh?” Grohet teased, shaking Callie’s hand gently.

Callie’s head cocked. Lone wolf?

“Najbor-tuk or lavgru-mal?”

“Boy, we’re naming him Leo,” Nick went on, his chest puffing.

“About to pop then?” she asked, and although Callie nodded and snaked her arm behind Nick again with a nonchalant smile to match, she wanted out of that conversation immediately.

She didn’t need to be told to know these two had history.

The kind that made Nick fidgety, or her cock a painted brow when she spotted Callie’s obvious condition.

It also made her wonder how he’d jumped from tall, elegant Orcs with velvety voices to her stunted stature and tangly hair that even annoyed her sometimes.

God, she was almost his height and built like an Olympian-

“Maybe, but we should get going, we have a few more errands to run,” Nick’s voice broke through her thoughts, but by the time she realized she’d been glaring at Grohet, he was already shaking her hand.

“Yeah me too. It was nice meeting you, I’ll see you two around.” She grinned at Callie who could barely muster her own. Grohet strolled away leisurely, pushing her earphones back.

“I thought she moved out of LA,” he pondered out loud. “You alright?”

Callie nodded with a sour grin. “Cramps,” she lied.

“Well let’s get you off your feet then.” He offered an elbow, the couple setting off back down the aisle as Nick went on to chat about something she didn’t quite catch when glancing over her shoulder, but the mysterious woman was already gone.

It was surprising how easily he found parking this time of day, and so close, but before he could even turn off the truck, he was staring at Callie again, more notably her downcast eyes and hands toying listlessly in her lap.

“Callie,” he sighed.

“Hm?”

“Talk,”

She pursed her lips, looking at him with glossy eyes. “You never mentioned her before,”

Nick’s expression turned horrified. “Why’re you crying?”

“I’m not, it’s the fucking hormones,” she sniffled.

“What-”

“Why didn’t you ever mention her?” she questioned. “I’ve sat and talked about your exes with your mom and that one never came up,”

“She wasn’t an ex,” he intoned, resting back in his seat and turning the engine off.

“Oh bullshit,” Callie scoffed. “Just spit it out,”

He looked to her with apprehension, sighing as he said, “She was a fuck buddy,”

A few seconds of Callie’s blank mein ticked by, then a few more before she calmly situated back in her seat, holding her round stomach. “An ex would’ve been better,”

Nick sighed again, unsure of what to even say that could expel the tension, or calm the unrest in her mind.

“How long?” she asked softly.

He shook his head in uncertainty. “Five-ish months?”

Now she looked at him, her brows pulled together in mild discomfort. “How’d you two meet?”

“O-Date,”

“So it started as a date?” she whined, but Nick had grabbed her hand, turning in his seat to face her.

“She told me within ten minutes she wasn’t looking for a relationship. She only wanted sex,”

“For five months!?”

“Callie,” he stopped her rampage. “That’s not fair,”

Her brows furrowed now.

“I didn’t ridicule you for the guys you slept with before me,”

She looked down at his hand holding hers, his thumb stroking her skin. “What was she like?”

“I don’t know,”

Callie looked at him in confusion.

“It was literally just sex, we didn’t even talk. I’m surprised she even remembered my name,”

“What’s with the lone wolf thing?”

Nick looked outwards, his lips in a straight line. “It was my username…”

Callie tried, but she still giggled at it. “She’s pretty,”

Nick scoffed. “She has fake eyebrows,”

She laughed this time, bringing her forehead to rest against his knuckles. “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be. I’d flip if one of your ex’s came strolling up like that,”

With a shrug she said, “I’m positive none of them would even come up if you were standing next to me,”

“That’s what you get when you date white boys,”

“Shut up! You fucked someone with fake eyebrows!”

Nick’s leer was menacing. “You really wanna go there?”

“Uhh…” Callie could only utter, the sheet wrapped loosely around her bare form. “Can… are you okay? Josh-”

Fuck, was his name Josh!?

He only waved her away, his face buried in his other palm as he choked down hiccuping sobs and sat facing away from her at the end of his bed. His bony shoulders shook terribly; it freaked her out a little bit.

“Y-you can lea-leave,” he at last choked out, rising naked from his spot and wobbling out of his messy room.

She could hear him bumping against the doorframe to another room, and until she heard the door lock did she remain motionless, but as soon as she could hear his intensifying cries drowning out in the slurred words of who ever he was calling, Callie was on her feet and pulling her clothes back on with her phone pressed between her ear and shoulder.

“Pickuppickuppickup-” she hissed, yanking her jeans up her legs.

“Hey bitch-

“Rosie come pick me up,” Callie rushed, flinging her phone down only a moment to pull her shirt on.

“That was fast-”

“NO, he fucked me for three seconds now he’s in the other room crying!”

There was a long pause. “What!?”

“Why are you making me relive that?” Callie carped.

“Cuz you reminded me of the time I rubbed off one of her eyebrows and it was horrifying,”

She managed to stifle most of the laughter, but he’d at least had the courtesy of not laughing at her when she’d first retold the tale of her flee from the boy that had started sobbing like she’d murdered his family before him, and muted her amusement.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, his hand smoothing the back of her head.

Callie nodded, the rampant thoughts diminished and Leo rousing lively after hearing his father speak. “I’m sorry,” she again said softer.

There was only a shake of his head before he closed the space between them, his lips meeting hers for confident, full kisses that made her cheeks warm. His big hands concealing her reddened cheeks only continued to warm as he prolonged the kisses, speaking softly to her in whispers only she would ever hear.

“Okay,” Nick forcefully threw the truck into park in his excitement, the pair looking out to where they’d already spotted Dinara and Oleg sitting at one of the outside patios of the bar. “Ready?”

She nodded, but didn’t move except for her leg that was bouncing like it had its own engine.

“Baby,” he held the back of her neck until she looked at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“It’s the third time,” her voice broke, quickly wiping her eyes. “What if-”

“No, we already said no what if’s. This,” he reached to place a hand over her flat stomach that would soon start to bulge. “This is it. There’s no more what ifs,”

Her lip started to tremble. “What if I lose this one too?”

Before she could even continue he was bringing her forehead against his, holding her steadfast, vanquishing all of the fear if only for a few seconds. Her grip on his wrists was tight, but he knew it was out of fear, not repulsion, and his unwavering support was what she’d need now and until she pushed this baby out despite fearing it would be ripped from her grasp like the ones previous.

“This is the one Callie,” he spoke softly, his palms moving smoothly over her cheeks. “Pick names because you’re gonna be a mom,”

She smiled, weakly, but it was still something. He kissed her head when it dropped, allowing her the minutes she needed to compose herself before they’d once again step before his parents and tell them she was expecting.

“It feels like yesterday,” he mumbled, his mottled finger following Leo.

“I didn’t think I could do it,” she admitted carefully, shame filling those big caramel eyes when meeting Nick’s bewilderment. “My body’s never been reliable,”

He couldn’t argue that. Between miscarriages and endless medicated routines that turned Callie’s body sour, the ornery temper of her womb would always seem to flare up when she least needed it.

“Baby?” he called, shrugging off his bag by the door and hanging his keys. He pushed down Pucca who excitedly pawed as his hip, shoving her wide head under his hand with a series of high-pitched whines.

“Where’s mama?” he played, but the sudden spin and glance over her shoulder Pucca shot back at him brought his teasing manner down. Nick furrowed his brows as he looked down at Pucca’s perked ears and straight as an arrow tail.

“Where’s mama?” he asked again, beelining after her when she took off down the hall, her nails ripping across the carpet.

The blood assaulted his senses before he even made it to Callie’s aid, curled up in bed under the sheets.

Pucca started barking beside her, whining when Nick whipped the sheet away to lay bare the blood pooling beneath her.

“Cal-” he gasped, Pucca continuing to cry beside them.

The stench of sickly blood still laid vivid in the meadows of his mind no matter how he fought to forget it’s odor, but a quick, and comforting look at her stomach swelled beautifully with his healthy baby brought him back from the darker corners of his mind.

“Ready to eat?” he asked.

“Yep.” She nodded, thankful to be steered away from those memories.

Nick was there as always to help her down from the high seat, his hold at her sides unmoving until she was steady and clear headed. His daily attentiveness reminded her of the faith she held in him, knowing the same strong arms that so guarded her would be where Leo would lay safely, cradled and shielded from any harm.

As she looked up at him with their hands joined, listening to him speak about the ambiance of the outside bar he wanted to sit at, she knew he’d share his thoughts and lessons with their son throughout his life, confident that the same excitement that glimmered in his eyes would grow brighter once he looked into Leo’s inquisitive eyes.

Nick took notice to her quiet stares, her brows furrowed every so slightly as she gazed, and listened, a hand rested over her stomach once sat under the warm lights lining the patio like stars.

“What?” he scoffed, his curiosity growing when she shook her head, but gave him that toothy, crooked grin.

“I just like listening to you talk,”

“Even after all these years?”

“I can’t wait to hear you talk to Leo,” she wavered, batting her glossy eyes.

Nick waved his hand, leaning his cheek into his palm shyly when she smiled adoringly at him.

But did she know how excited he was to see her with Leo in her arms? To at last give her what she’d fought for? To be lulled by the soft lullabies he knew she was saving for her son, and watch her admire the tiny hands she’d soon be able to kiss?

Nick stared at her now much in the same way she did, his heart hammering and his quiet breaths unsteady.

Could he keep her forever? Would her overflowing love for Leo leave room for him after all he’d put her through to get here?

He swallowed, smiling off her soft accusation of staring, his eyes diverting to the menus before them.

His eyes roamed over the words, but his heart was directing his attention to the question he’d wanted to hear her scream yes to that first time he’d ever spoken of his desire to make her his wife.

“They’re gonna like you,” he buoyed, snatching her hand to kiss her fingers.

“Says the one who told me how vicious your mother was when she met your other girlfriends,” she whined.

“You’re different,”

“Oh yeah? How?”

Nick sat up, inclining to kiss her sweetly once before saying, “I didn’t plan to marry any of those other girls,”

It didn’t register right away, but when it did, he saw the gravity of his words flicker across her face. First it was a loose smile, then the furrowed brows, them pure confusion, all making him smirk.

“What?” she croaked.

“You heard me,”

She situated better, scooting closer. “How’re you so confident after everything that’s happened? You never once thought we were hopeless?”

“Sure, but I never stopped feeling it. No matter what I did it’s been the same since I first saw you. Hit me like a bullet to the heart,” he explained, witnessing the glaze move over her eyes.

“Wh-” she cleared her throat when her voice cracked severely, moving her hair behind her ears. “Why?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Cause of the shit you’ll get for wanting to be with someone like me,”

He blew air. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, even if it’s our families. And it doesn’t have to be soon, hell it can be on our deathbeds, but no matter what, I’m gonna marry you one day Callie. Even if we’ve only known each other so briefly, and some of it was apart, I can’t fathom a life without you,”

She blinked away the moisture in her eyes. “You’re so sure you wanna spend that long with me?”

“Are you asking me, or yourself?” he questioned, leaning on a hand closer to her. “If you don’t want to spend that long with me, it’s okay-”

“I’m asking you. I know what I want, but do you?” she asked softly.

He kissed her again, resting his forehead against hers. “I want forever with you. Everything about you-”

“My anxiety?”

“Callie-”

“I can never give you a family,” she grieved, but he hushed her, kissing her silent.

“Anything, everything, always. You can’t scare me away,” he laughed, and so did she.

Nick glanced around. Could I do it here? There were only a few more patrons filling up the patio that late afternoon, individuals that hadn’t even given the odd couple second glances.

He looked back to Callie, leaned to the side and going on about Leo favoring her left side the past few days.

I don’t have a ring.

That smothered his flame some, but the thought of Callie not being his in every sense possible made his heart ache, even if she was branded with his mark and carried his scent.

He gazed at the smile that had made his heart thunder to life that first time all those years ago, the freckles he’d once counted as she slept tangled in his hold. Her big eyes that twinkled with life, even in the dark.

Callie’s soft ranting about the price of an enchilada dish halted when her hand was suddenly enveloped by his on the tables surface, and as soon as she found the bubbling, skittish fear in his eyes, somewhere deep down in her heart, she knew what was coming.

“Callie-”

“Hey there! My name is Kim and I’ll be helpin’ you two out tonight,” the cheery, short statured waitress popped up, laying down coasters. “Can I start you two off with any Liquid Marijuanas or Mai Tai’s? Maybe a bottle of Black Sky for you sir?”

“Uh-” Callie started.

“Woops! Or maybe some waters? Fresh horchata? Jamaica?”

“Can we have time to look at the menu?” Nick stopped her, his agitation growing.

“For sure! I’ll swing by in a few minutes!” and Kim was off, pacing towards the next table.

Nick exhaled bitterly, letting go of her hand to open his menu again in preparation.

“What were you gonna say?” Callie asked, eyes hopeful and waiting.

Not now, not here. I’ll take the signs. “If you minded if I drank a little,” he grinned.

The mild disappointment in her tone when she replied made him wonder if she knew what had been coming, and if she’d been hopeful for it.

Callie acted nonchalant when she leaned back in her chair, quickly changing subjects and not really letting a word in otherwise, but he understood. He knew it was so she didn’t have to argue with her own thoughts and emotions of hidden embarrassment.

Suddenly the dinner felt like it’d take too long, but a quick reminder of their last date they’d ever have as just Nick and Callie settled that impatience.

If the time he would ask could be perfect, he’d wait.

But once the food came and went, his nerves grew.

When they finally raised from their seats after talking for what felt like hours, lost in one anothers smiles and soft caresses across their hands, he found his hands starting to shake.

The sky was melting into waves of oranges and purples, glowing over the crashing waves she wanted to sit in the sand before. Nick held their shoes in one hand and hers in the other, wobbling over the warm sand until they found a spot close to the shoreline.

He made sure she was safely nestled before flopping down behind her, his legs on either of her sides and arms coming to wrap around her cool arms, her thick hair wisping in the cool breeze under his chin.

She reclined into his chest, gently shh-ing Leo when Nick brought his vivacious side out, both of them chuckling when his touch was kicked away.

Their voices and conversation dimmed with the setting sun, Callie’s heavy eyes lingering on the thin wash of water that crept up and down the beach.

Sometimes she could still hear Pucca barking and running through the shallow water, uncaring of what child she mowed down in her efforts to chase her ball. Callie didn’t think she’d ever get over the absence of her deceased companion. Her bed still sat by the hallway entrance, her bowls still below the bar.

She turned her shoulders to press her face into Nick’s chest, curling into a tighter ball.

His firm hold around her frame stirred a content moan, goosebumps firing up her arms where his hand rubbed up and down.

Nick released a steadying breath low enough to go unnoticed, opening his eyes after his small pep talk that now felt foolish. Nothing would help with this intense fluttering in his gut except her final answer, whether it be what he wanted or not.

“Callie?”

“Hm?” she lifted her nose to press under his chin.

He blinked away the heartbeat behind his eyes, licking his dry lips. “Will you marry me?”

Callie looked up at him now, and he worried she’d heard the shake in his breath after asking, but the beaming smile shining up at him after some visible tension had fallen off her shoulders made him laugh nervously, his brows starting to furrow when she didn’t answer right away.

“Yes, yes- I want to be your wife,” she sighed, her grip already moving to his broad chest.

Nick felt his heart vault back between his ribs from his stomach, a loud exhale making her laugh when she realized he’d been holding his breath.

“Did you think I’d say no?” she asked against his mouth when he started peppering her face with kisses.

“I did,” he groaned apologetically. “Every time I brought it up you seemed to hate the idea,”

“What!?” she exclaimed. “Nick I’ve wanted to marry you since we first got back together, but I didn’t trust myself to remain the person you fell in love with if I would’ve kept losing babies, especially Leo,”

“Why would I stop loving you for that?”

“I don’t doubt you, but I don’t know if you would’ve been able to live with the person I could’ve become, regardless of how much you love me. I didn’t want to disappoint you anymore,” she explained sullenly.

She tried to look down despite his hands angling her face up, pressing her cheek into his palm bashfully.

“You’d be doing me the honor of being my wife, because I don’t deserve someone as brave, and strong and fucking gorgeous as you”

“Nick stop,” she wept, his hands bringing her back when she shook her head.

“I don’t deserve you but you’re my other half, Calista. I’m not me without you. You’re my best friend, and my home. You’re my fucking girl,” his voice had started to shake again, his brows arched in annoyance that he couldn’t remain composed, but her lips sealed his when there was no more to be said. Without words she calmed the torrid emotions, reassuring that he hadn’t made a mistake in asking for her hand.

She promised she’d excel the ideal image of a wife just as he did when he swore her everlasting protection and devotion, and together they vowed the home for Leo, the love, patience, and everything else they would surround their son with as he came into this world and grew.

When their tears had dried and he again kept her tight against his chest, his flannel removed and draped over her body, she started to giggle to herself until he leaned back to look at her in question.

“You couldn’t have asked before we ran into your ex fuck buddy so you could introduce me as your fiancée?” she smiled playfully.

“Do you want me to scream it in case anymore are around?”

Her smile dissolved. “More?”

“I’m joking.” he grinned, blocking her hits against his arms and chest until he got his arms around hers to continue smothering her with kisses.

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The Pumpkin Incident

Summery: It was supposed to be a quick trip to the pumpkin patch. Quick in and out, grab the pumpkins and get home. She was not supposed to meet newcomer Killian Jones. She was certainly not supposed to end up trick or treating with Henry, a pirate and little Robin Hood.

(But why does he look so damn good as a pirate?!)

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AN: This is my contribution to the @csrolereversal . Thank you so much @darkcolinodonorgasm for putting this event together it was wonderful to be a part of. Please see the art that this is based on by @carpedzem it's amazing Thank you so much for all your help making this story what it was, she also did some beta work on this thing, so please go check out her art. Also thanks soo much to all the people who helped inspire some of this over on discord!

What Emma will never understand is the fascination for pumpkins everyone has this time of year. Because seriously, why pumpkin of all things?

Pumpkin spice, Pumpkin carving, even pumpkin hummus! Pumpkin wasn’t even that good!

(She’d be lying to say she didn’t try the pumpkin hummus, it was as gross as she expected.)

“We need to find the biggest Pumpkin!” Leo announces proudly from the back seat of Emma’s bug. Emma smirks at her nephew’s assertion. At 12 years old, the kid thought he was ready to conquer the world.

“Nuh uh.” Henry disagrees. “We need to find the weirdest pumpkin. I want the one no one else wants.” Emma steals a glance at her big hearted kid. Henry, being 2 years Leo’s junior, always loves finding the underdog, whether it be the saddest pumpkin, or the smallest plant, Henry always wanted to give it a shot.

(Emma’s always surprised how well these smaller things blossom under Henry’s influence, as if he’s made them succeed with his pure belief)

“Smaller things are lame.” Leo retorts.

“You’re lame!” Henry replies bitterly.

“Hey, no calling your cousin lame.” Emma says immediately silencing them mid argument. If the boys are left alone, it would soon dissolve into a fight. “We can get both, how does that sound?”

Emma hears small mumbles of agreement. She suppresses a sigh herself.

Typically, it was David who did this kind of stuff with the boys, all the dirty messy stuff dads did with their sons. Henry was almost always included, something she was eternally grateful for. Emma hoped that David made up for Henry not having a father in some way.

It was why when David's shift got changed to work the afternoon before Halloween rather than the morning. She offered to take the boys instead to pick out pumpkins to carve. It was a tradition of sorts so she would hate for them to miss it.

"Alright, we're here." She announces, pulling into the parking spot besides Tiny's Farm. "Everyone remember the rules?"

"No talking to strangers, and always be within sight." Leo echoes in an annoyed tone.

"Good." Emma says unlocking the doors. The boys pile out of the bug and make a beeline towards the pumpkin patch.

She can see the one Leo has his eyes on, an absolute monster of a pumpkin that he most likely won't be able to carry.

"Maybe not-" but she's interrupted by the kid in question trying to lift the pumpkin.

“Leo-” She tried, before he managed to get it off the ground before nearly dropping it onto his foot.

“Easy lad.” says a voice, as a man came around to help support the pumpkin's weight and keep Leo from accidentally hurting himself. “That’s a big pumpkin for a little lad.”

That made Leo pout, and try once more to pick up the pumpkin“I’m not little” Leo says impatiently.

“Leo, do not pick up the pumpkin.” Emma snaps. “You can really hurt yourself if you’re not careful." The little brunette boy threw a glare her way.

"But I am being careful. Dad would let me." he says simply.

"Well your Dad's at work, so why don't you find a pumpkin that won't need a seatbelt." She glances around noticing Henry talking to a young boy, several appropriate sized pumpkins scattered about."Look, Henry's finding plenty." She points out.

With a huff, Leo crosses his arms and walks towards his cousin. Emma has no doubt that after seeing some more pumpkins he’ll forget all about the giant one.

"The lad is certainly spirited." The man says with a chuckle.

"Yup. Thanks for helping Leo." She says turning towards the stranger.

He was a bit taller than her, wrapped in dark leather, and more importantly handsome, very handsome.

"Anytime love," he says shooting her a brilliant smile. It makes her blush ever so slightly. She’s surprised she doesn’t recognize him, being a Sheriff in a relatively small town, Emma feels like she knows a majority of the locals by name.

“You’re not from around here are you?” She inquires with a smile, noticing him watching the young boy talking to Henry.

“What gave it away?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

“I’m something of an expert of this place.” She says casually.

“Oh?”

“Plus the accent, not many foreigners in Storybrooke.” She says. “So what’s your story? Visiting family?”

His grin wides. “Killian Jones.” He introduces. “But not visiting family, hoping to use the holiday to help the lad settle in.” He says gesturing towards the boy. “His mother just got a job as the new District Attorney so here we are.”

Emma had heard David talking about that, with Spencer retiring, they were looking for someone new. Word around town was that she was a very blunt straight forward woman with a husband and son...

“Killy!” The boy calls out, beckoning their attention. They both venture closer to the boys “Can Henry come trick or Treat with us?” He asks, big wide eyes looking at the man.

“Why don’t we ask his mother lad?” Killian says smoothly, looking at the pumpkin the younger boy was holding. “That’s a mighty fine treasure you found.” He says.

“Can we Mom?” Henry asks. She looks to the two energetic boys, big wide eyes.

“Sorry kid, you know the rules.” She says. It had been a long held rule that holidays were for family. It was time for Leo and Henry to have fun as cousins. “Halloween is just for family, you’ll have a good time with Leo.”

Speaking of Leo...

"Leo. Put down the pumpkin!"

"Fine."

“Understood...” He confirms with a nod, trailing off.

“Emma.” She introduces. “Sheriff Emma Swan.”

"Swan." He says simply. "Well Swan”, he says fishing into his pocket. "If you change your mind about the trick or treating..." he hands her a card.

"Oh?" She says surprised. "Photographer?" She reads on the slip of cardstock.

"Usually weddings and the like, the address is outdated but the number...” He scratched behind his ear nervously.

“Do you usually give your number out to people you just meet?” She asks with a brow raised in curiosity.

“Typically that's how one gets business, besides you’re the sheriff.”

She smiles as he and his son walk off. He has the boy’s pumpkin in his arm, the other holding onto the boy’s hand.

For a moment, Emma wonders about calling the guy.

The next she wonders, if he was here with his son and wife, why the hell was he flirting with her?

They arrive back at the farmhouse with no less than five pumpkins. Emma’s not entirely sure how the boys swindled her into buying more pumpkins than they could possibly carve in a month, let alone the few hours till Halloween.

“Pumpkins Pumpkins!” The boys shouted the moment she pulled into her spot in the driveway, practically falling over themselves carrying their pumpkins into the house.

“We have Pumpkins Mom!” Leo calls rushing through the front door. Emma follows behind, holding the other two they just had to have.

Mary Margret, her sister in law looks like she just got home, purse still laying on the couch, kettle still simmering for her daily cup of tea.

“You did!” The pixie cut 4th grade teacher says, a brilliant smile as she embraces her son. She looks up at Emma thankfully, but with a curious expression.

Why so many?

Emma shakes her head.

Don’t ask...

“Go set them on the table and go wash your hands.” She says simply. The boys don’t miss a beat obeying Mary Margaret’s instructions. No one could disobey something when she used her teacher voice, even David and her sometimes caught themselves listening when she raised her voice to that teacher pitch.

“You know Emma.” Her sister-in-law says taking a seat on the couch “You’ll still be Leo’s favorite aunt if you say no to his demands.” Emma groans, collapsing into one of her nearby chairs.

“You know I’m not good at that, if it isn’t something that will put them in mortal danger I’m a sap.”

She laughs in agreement.

It’s then that they could hear a rickety truck pull into the driveway. Everyone in the house knew exactly what that was.

“Dad!” Leo proclaimed, racing towards the door as it swung open.

“Hey bud.” David says, giving his son a hug.

“Uncle David, Uncle David!” Henry exclaims behind his blonde haired cousin. “Look at the pumpkins we got!” He nodded, letting the boys pull him towards the table where the oddly shaped pumpkins waited for carving. Emma could vaguely hear all the ideas they had for the designs that David was going to help them make.

“Let him put his stuff down first.” Mary Margaret calls after them. “Don’t forget to wash your hands!”

“Yes honey.” David replies. There are moments like this that really remind Emma how perfect her brother’s life was. He ran an animal shelter on Main street, married his high school sweetheart, the most perfect person Emma had ever met.

It was really Emma to really feel like a screw up next to him.

Sure she was a sheriff, but that was more of an accident than anything else. The town really only needed two deputies with the sheriff. When Graham Humbert decided he wanted to leave town, Emma was the natural choice. Will Scarlet, the other deputy didn’t really fit the sheriff role.

“Are we going to cut the brain out of the pumpkin now?” Leo asks. “Are you going to use the big knife?”

She watches as Mary Margaret grabs the knife from the kitchen, helping David empty the centers from the pumpkins.

“Did you have fun with Emma today?” Mary says, once all the prep work had been completed and both Emma and she had a glass of red wine in their hands.

“Yeah.” Leo says casually, marker in hand as he draws a spooky face on the pumpkin. She could tell the blonde was concentrating as he had the same face both his father, and cousin had as they too were focused on their creations. “I had this huge Pumpkin I was going to get, like you wouldn’t believe it mom! It was so big!” He extends his arms trying to illustrate the size of the thing. “I tried to get it, but Auntie Emma said it was too big to fit in the car.” He explains.

Emma nods. “We probably wouldn’t have been able to get it to fit in the bug.” She agrees.

“The guy could have helped...” Henry pipes in rather cheerfully.

“Guy? What guy?” David repeats rather surprised, looking between the boys and Emma. He practically screamed over protective big brother mode, making Emma roll her eyes.

Emma closes her eyes, knowing what was about to happen.

"Emma was talking to a guy." Leo says, not even looking up, too busy carving the pumpkin while David helped Henry.

It certainly got Mary Margaret’s attention.

“There was a guy with his son...” She says at the excited look her sister in law was giving her. “He’s married, so obviously I’m not pursuing anything.” She says quickly.

“But this is the first guy you’ve gotten excited about since-”

“I don’t think I’m getting excited about anything.” She reminds her. “I just had a nice conversation. That’s it.”

It was silly, really, to read anything at all into this.

It was just a conversation. A conversation she’d enjoyed, but still just a talk. She'd talked to plenty of people. Perhaps she hadn’t smiled as much or laughed or been disappointed when it ended. Plus he never said anything about being married to his son’s mother. She knows better than anyone that just because you have a kid does not mean you’re married...

She should not be reading into anything.

“Maybe just consider it Emma. I know you don’t like talking about these things, but your walls, the walls you put up ever since Henry was born and Neal left...they may keep out pain, but they also keep out love too.” The older woman glances back at the boys carving. David overseeing them. “A lot can happen when you open yourself to the possibility of love.”

Emma shakes her head.

It didn’t mean anything.

Emma doesn’t need a man. She certainly doesn’t need to be fantasising about a married man, or one in the middle of a divorce or something, her life was complicated enough!

Ok, maybe being a simple sheriff in a small town wasn’t that complicated, but she had Henry to think about. Emma didn’t need tall dark and handsome to make her simple life ever the more complicated.

Mary Margret was going to take the boys trick or treating, and she was going to have a nice night to herself. Maybe she’d do her toes. She hates painting her own nails, so probably not, she’d certainly have a glass of wine. Maybe two.

It was going to be a good night. Emma Swan was determined to have a good night tonight if it killed her.

But of course, things never go according to plan.

“Mom! Leo set the pumpkin on fire!” She hears called over her thoughts.

Emma blinks, then looks up, seeing Mary Margaret’s ten year old standing in front of a currently aflame pumpkin.

Or maybe not...

“But it’s not fair!” Leo exclaims angrily. “Why does Henry get to Trick or Treat if I’m grounded?”

“Because your cousin didn’t put five candles in his pumpkin that caught the rest of the pumpkin on fire.” David says casually, from his seat on the couch.

Leo was in half of his green goblin costume glaring daggers at Henry in his knight outfit. When his parents saw what he was doing, they immediately jumped into action, putting out the fire and grounding their son effective immediately.

“The pumpkin wasn’t behaving.” The elder kid said darkly, arms crossed. “Why is that, my fault?” Mary Margaret sighs.

“Because we don’t light vegetables on fire in the house.”

“Can I go do it outside?”

“No!”

A very annoyed Leo slumped in his chair.

“But we’re supposed to trick or treat together.” He counters.

“Grounding trumps all family rules.” Mary Margret cuts in. “In addition, this is not the first time we’ve had trouble following fire safety Leo.” She too takes her seat on the couch, reality shows blaring in the background.

They had really spared no expense in teaching Leo a lesson. Not only was he grounded for a month, but right when she and Henry headed out, the plan was to play some informational movies about how not to set fires.

“But who am I going to Trick or Treat with?” Henry asks, glancing at his pumpkin pail sadly.

“Henry...” Emma says, not to sure how she was going to solve this problem. “Do you think any of your classmates would mind if you tagged along?” She asks. Henry instantly looks mortified at the suggestion.

“Henry doesn’t have any friends.” Leo says sarcastically. Throwing an eye roll their way.

“Leopold!” Mary Margaret says sternly. “You apologize to your cousin right now.” She orders her son.

Emma can’t help but glare at the boy as he mumbled through a half meaning apology. Henry barely glanced at the older boy, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

Did Henry really not have any friends?

“Henry...” She says simply, pulling her kid to the side. “Are you having trouble making friends?” She asks. They’d been in town for years by now, but when Emma thinks about it, Henry hasn’t gone to any birthday parties, no one had come over to their little apartment, he hadn’t gone over to anyone else’s....

Henry didn’t respond, which was answer enough for her usual chatty boy.

“Roland wanted to be my friend.” He says finally. “Can I trick or treat with him?”

Emma hesitates only a fraction, seeing her kid’s eyes light up when she pulls the business card out of her pocket. Jones Photos.

“I’ll give them a call.” Emma says. “But I’m going with you, non negotiable.”

Henry’s eyes light up, and regardless of Emma’s own worries about contacting Killian Jones, she’s determined to fix things for Henry.

Hey, this is Emma from the Pumpkin Patch, is it possible for Henry and I to come trick or treat with you and Roland?

“Are you sure this is going to fit?” Emma asks once more as Mary Margaret tightens the straps in the back of her costume.

“Of course Emma!” She says excitedly. “Bandit Snow is going to look so good on you!”

Emma hadn’t planned to trick or treat this year with the kids, so when Leo wanted to be the Green Goblin, and Henry wanted to be a knight, David and Mary Margaret decided to match the kids themselves, rather than going in couple costumes. David had gotten a perfect Spider Man costume, while Margaret had decided on going as Snow White, except Mary Margaret always hated the whole ‘Damsel and Distress’ idea so she had done some… alterations.

“So now that the leather vest is on, we can get you in the pants and here’s the bow and the sword, it’s a fake sword but it’s really realistic...” She rambles.

"Its fine, trust me. I really appreciate you lending it to me..." she says trailing off. It doesn't look half bad on her if she's being honest... She likes the look of the blue vest, the under shirt is a bit poofy, but its not unbearable. She got to wear her own khaki pants with some boots.

"You're phone buzzed." Mary Margaret notes handing her the device.

Absolutely! We're thinking of hitting Main Street first, would you like to meet us there?

"You said he was a photographer?" Mary Margaret asks. Emma nods as she types out her reply.

Yeah that works, what time are you thinking?

Emma barely takes notice as her sister-in-law takes the abandoned business card and types something into her phone.

“You didn’t tell me he was that handsome!” She hisses into her ear. It makes her blush brightly as she tries to get her hair tied up. She ties a messy ponytail, which Mary Margaret quickly undoes. Emma can see that she has the guy’s website pulled up, along with a photo of him taking some photos.

“Mary Margaret...” Emma says with a sigh. “You do know you’re married to my brother right?”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t admire hotness when I see it.” She says with a wink.

“Oh my God, stop please.”

She ties a much tighter one, letting a few strategically placed hairs escape the hair tie. It's much tighter than the one Emma had done.

45 minutes?

"Looks good." Emma says with a smile. But they have to get going. She stands, exiting the master bedroom. "Henry! Ready to go?"

He practically bolts from his chair looking every bit the knight from his fairy tales, flowing cape, dark blue puffy pants and a light blue tunic. He was practically beaming with excitement.

"Time for Operation Trick or Treat!"

I’m dressed like a pirate, Roland’s dressed as Robin Hood from the movie.

Emma takes another glance up from her phone, looking around carefully for them.

“Swan!”

She turns around, seeing a pirate and fox-bandit coming towards them. She waves at them, especially when she sees Henry jump to get their attention.

“Glad you could join us.” Killian says once they’re close enough. But Emma was too… distracted by his pirate get up.

“You look...”

His vest is a scarlet red color, his jacket is dark, long and flowy, his eyes were lined with eyeliner and his fingers have ruby rings on one hand, the other was...a hook?

He looks better than he did before, if Emma’s being honest.

She should not be thinking these things, not when he’s possibly married.

He smirks. “I know.”

Emma can’t help but roll her eyes at the smugness. “You look great too Swan.” Emma flicks her hair in agreement, watching as the boys chat excitedly as well. “Where should we start?”

It’s Henry that answers. “Granny’s, She always gives hot chocolate when we trick or treat, plus Ruby gives the best candy.” Roland nods in agreement and rushes in the general direction of the cafe.

“They’re getting along well.” Killian murmurs. “Henry goes to the local elementary school right?” Emma nods.

“4th grade.”

“Perfect, same as Roland. I’m glad the lad will have a friend when he starts school on Monday.” Emma didn’t expect that, she knew he was new in town, but the thought that he was about to be a new regular was a bit surprising. That meant PTA meetings, soccer games, bake sales, carpool lines...“Where’s your other boy, Leo?” Killian asks.

“Oh, he’s my nephew, Henry’s my son.” Emma clarifies. “Leo got grounded by his parents.”

“On Halloween?”

“There was a Pumpkin Incident...” Emma says casually, hoping he doesn’t press for details.

“Trick or Treat, Sheriff.” Granny says when they reach the dinner, handing her a styrofoam cup of hot chocolate, just the way she likes it.

“Hey Granny, have you met Killian yet?” She introduces taking a sip of her drink, inhaling the scent of cinnamon. The older woman nods, looking him up and down. The guy grins back at her.

“Didn’t realize I made an impression.”

“Of course, not many in this town are as fine as you.” She says with a wolfish smirk. This makes Killian’s cheeks turn pink as he scratches behind his ears.

He’s about to respond when Ruby, dressed as The Little Red Riding Hood, as always, quickly intervenes. “Granny! Stop hitting on people.” Pulling the older woman away. “We're nearly out of marshmallows!” She exclaims, shooting an apologetic smile their way.

“Come on Mom!” Henry groans, grabbing her hand. “Lets keep going!” Killian is also being pulled away by Roland. Not that she’s surprised, they decide to trick or treat down the stores on Main Street, before descending on the residential block just across from it.

“They seem to have this down to a science.” Killian points out, noticing that they’d only been at this for an hour and Roland had a completely full pail. She nods.

“It’s the usual route, most of the locals know what houses to hit first, and which to avoid. For example,” She points to a small quaint looking cottage filled with a beautiful garden. “Never visit Aurora and Phillip’s house, rumor has it they give out raisins.” Killian visibly shutters. “But they’re really nice people, just a bit too into healthy eating...” She points to the large mansion decorated with cobwebs and batts. “This is The Gold Residence, they give out...” She trails off as Henry and Roland race back from the large house, prize in hand.

“Movie Theater sized candy!” Roland exclaims, an entire box of whoppers clutched in his grip, one ear of his fox head hanging the wrong way.

“Wow...” Killian says dumb founded.

“The guy’s rich and his wife, Belle the librarian loves giving out candy. They always run out pretty quickly though...Be careful of the husband, he’s not nearly as kind as Belle.” She smiles and continues her introduction on How To Trick or Treat in Storybrooke.

“Marco doesn’t give out the best stuff, but his son August always hangs out in his garage giving the kids the good stuff.” She snickers at that one. “One time, Marco called me in because he thought August was dealing drugs, not Reese’s Pieces.”

That makes Killian laugh. “You certainly know the town pretty well.”

She does, doesn’t she? It hadn’t always been like that. When she came to town, she hated the fact that it was a ‘small town where everyone knew everyone. The rumors, gossip, but there was something homey about it too. Like everyone was talking about you because they cared about you, they warned each other about things they found fishy. A bit like a quirky family.

“I don’t know, it sort of snuck up on me...I wasn’t a small town kind of girl growing up...” She wasn’t an anywhere kind of person growing up.

“Too many happy families?” He assumes. It catches her off guard. She catches his expression and suddenly he knows. “You have that look Swan, the look we all get after being abandoned.”

Perhaps that’s what drew her to him. “Who was it for you?”

He smirks; even if the conversation was nothing to smile about. “My father. Left the day we buried my mother.”

Emma pauses. “My parents abandoned me on the side of the road. Then turned around and kept my brother.” She doesn’t resent her brother, not one bit, but to say that she never forgave her parents was an understatement. “I found this out after Henry was born, I wanted to know where we come from in case anything happened...”

Killian nods in agreement. “My brother tried to get custody of us, but a couple adopted us instead. We didn’t get along too well with the mother, but things did work out in the end… Sometimes things work out in bizarre ways.”

Emma definitely agrees on that. “Hey Henry!” Emma calls. Her kid looks up. “Why don’t we take them to the Haunted Mansion?”

“Ooooh, Good idea!”

“Haunted Mansion?” Killian repeats.

“Trust me, you both will love it.”

They did love it, even if the possessed monkeys did freak Roland out a bit.

“Does Henry’s father come to these very often?” Killian says suddenly, scratching behind his neck.

“He’s not a part of our life.” Emma responds automatically. His eyes widen with some sort of understanding.

“Aye. His loss then.” He replies. Emma raises a brow.

“Aye? Really getting into character aren’t you?” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively in response.

“Absolutely.” She laughs at that.

“Hey Mom, the house on the end has someone new in it.” Henry says, and he’s right, the white manner that had been empty for as long as she could remember had always been empty, a For Sale sign a permanent fixture of the neighborhood.

Now it was gone, in its place where graves and pumpkins, no less than six various carved pumpkins lines the walkway, bats hung from the arch. She could even see candles burning creepily in the windows.

“That’s our house.” Roland says. “Mom’s giving out caramel apple slices.”

Emma exchanges a glance with Henry.

Definitely not as bad as raisins.

“Can Henry come over?” Roland asks Killian, big puppy dog eyes that would have Emma hesitating. He glances at Emma.

“Just for a little bit.” She confirms with a smile. “We promised we’d bring Leo a few treats remember.” Henry nods in agreement. It sends the boys running in that direction. It takes a few words with the woman, dressed as an evil witch, before they disappear inside.

“We have a killer apple cider.” Killian says with a mischievous wink.

Emma’s not to sure what he’s getting at. Was he really inviting her inside to drink in front of his wife? This was getting too weird.

“Thanks, but technically I’m still on duty.” It was a lie, but it worked. He looks visibly disappointed. Not that she should care. Emma really can’t afford having rumors spread about crushing on the new District Attorney’s husband before the woman even moves into her office.

Not that she’s crushing on Killian.

“At least come in and meet Regina.” He says. “You’ll probably be working with her regardless.” Emma hesitates. “Besides, Henry and Roland are having a good time.”

That gets her, she’d do anything for Henry, even engage in pleasantries with the wife of the guy she did not have a crush on. Maybe just an interest? But not romantic. Not at all.

“Regina, this is Emma, Henry’s mom and the Sheriff.” Killian introduces. She smiles sheepishly.

She puts out her hand for Regina to shake. Emma’s rather impressed by her dark purple manicure. “Miss Swan.” She says “It seems we’ll be seeing a lot of each other soon.” She opens the door welcoming her inside. The home is...beautiful, white couches, beautiful marble floors, everything as pristine and perfect as possible. It has a forest sort of feel.

“Killy! Come see how much candy we have!” Roland says as soon as their inside. He grabs his hand and pulls. He looks back at them before he was pulled away into another room by the little Robin Hood.

Regina snickers. “He’s a total sap with him.” Emma nods.

“Roland obviously loves him.” Emma agrees.

“Cider?” Regina offers. She shakes her head. “Suit yourself.” She says pouring herself a glass. Then she sits on her couch, the woman’s gaze makes her feel nervous. She looks around for something to take the piercing gaze of the lawyer off her. “Are those family pictures?” She says suddenly, noticing the wall of frames in the far side of the room. It makes Regina’s expression soften instantly.

“Yes, this are when Roland was a baby.” Emma glances over, seeing a much softer version of the woman before her holding a toddler with the same curly hair as the boy she’s met.

“He looks so precious.” Emma says. Regina picks up another photo.

“This is him with his father starting little league in Boston, it didn’t really stick but they enjoyed it.” Emma sees little Roland in his uniform, it’s red with a shark on it, he’s holding a baseball bat grinning with a man.

A man who is not Killian. “Wait you said that he’s with his father in this picture?” Emma asks. It’s not making sense.

“Yes, my husband Robin. He’s a Marine overseas right now, but his tour ends December.” Emma looks at the photo and then back to the room where Killian disappeared.

“I thought...I thought Killian was your husband?!” she says still too shocked to understand.

“Killian.” Regina repeats. “You thought I’d marry him?” she seems genuinely appalled by the suggestion, but she lets out a laugh regardless. “Killian is my brother, adopted brother, but he’s family regardless. He moved with me when I got the job.” The woman narrows her eyes. Definitely looking like a woman who can read between the lines “But I assure you, he’s absolutely single.”

Oh my God. Emma thinks, face flushed with embarrassment.

“Honestly Miss Swan, he was over the moon when he got your text. If you’re going to be the key witness to a majority of my cases, you need to make sure you don’t jump to conclusions. ”

This can not be happening.

“Bloody hell, what did Regina say now?” Killian says coming into the room, chewing on something chocolate, his hook gone in favor of a small box of candy. “Milkdud?” He offers.

“I think I’m going to leave the two of you alone. I need to make sure that Roland isn’t eating too much candy.” Regina announces, giving her a pointed glance. A glance towards Killian.

“What was that about?” Killian asks. “Did she say something mildly offending? You shouldn’t take it personally, she can’t help herself.”

“Yeah, but it’s fine. She’ll warm up to me.” Emma assures him. “I tend to be prickly to most people.”

“You didn’t seem prickly to me.”

“You don’t strike me as most people.” She responds. “But anyway, I think I have to get going, candy for Leo, plus its technically a school night...” She says trailing off. “Henry! Finish up! It’s time to go.” She calls.

“Of course.” Killian agrees, scratching behind his ear sheepishly. He looks a bit sad by the idea of her leaving. Emma decides, in a spur of the moment decision, to fix that.

Ever so softly, she plants a kiss on his lips, until she feels him lean in and so she ends up grabbing him by the coat jacket, pulling him ever so closer. Killian Jones is a damn good kisser.

He’s wide eyed and surprised when they part. “That was...”

“...Gross.” Henry says, passing right between them. “Let’s go! I have to tell Leo all the stuff he missed!” Henry announces.

“Right.” Emma agrees, feeling her kid pull her away towards the door. “I get my coffee every morning at 8.” She announces in his direction, smirking. “See you then?” She asks.

“As you wish.”

Killian shows up for coffee that next morning.

And the morning after that...

The next year, Killian, Robin, David and the three boys bring home the largest pumpkin Emma’s ever seen.

It takes its place front in center in the new house they bought together.

#Captain Swan #cs role reversal #cs halloween week #csff #cs au ff

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A closer look: Alicia & Maxwell

This is from the cgw universe(Cordonians gone wild) a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Catch up on our other crazy adventures here

We asked, you picked. Here is a closer look at Alicia and Maxwells friendship.

Alicia stood in front of the massive Christmas tree in the foyer of the Palace surrounded by their friends. This was the first Christmas with the new king and Queen and with that came new traditions. Since deciding to stay in Cordonia, Anitah thought it would be a good idea for Alicia to get involved in a charity. Although no title, the buzz about the woman who did the unthinkable, and got the playboy prince to commit drew a lot of attention. Alicia chose helpful hearts, an organization that helped families who struggled financially. Speaking to Anitah and liam she got permission to use the grand entryway tree as an angel tree. Liam and anitah hosted a Charity ball in honor of the organization and as also have each family in attendance chose a child from the tree, and provide presents.

“This was a huge success love.” She grinned as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. “I know, it's so great we have raised a lot of money. Did you pick a child from the tree?” she turned facing him. “I did. I almost had to fight lord Davis for one, he picked 6.” “Well, I'm glad people are embracing this. There will be a lot of happy children on Christmas morning.” Leo placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Speaking of Christmas gifts. You still have not given me any ideas my prince.”

Leo shook his head “That's because I've got all I need in my arms. As long as you're mine, that's all I need.” “Leo, im serious.” He smirked as he walked over to speak with Regina.

“This is so awesome Alicia. I am excited to buy presents for these kids.” Maxwell grinned holding a handful of papers. “Maxwell, how many families did you pick?” Maxwell pursed his lips “ahhh 8.” He silently counted the slips in his hand. “Yup, 8.”

“Maxwell, that is just. Please don't ever change ok.” She pulled him into a hug. “Oh, thank you Alicia. I won't, don't worry.” She sank down into a nearby chair, letting out a sigh. “Whats wrong?” he asked. “It's just, Its Leo.” she sighed. “leo? What's wrong with Leo? I thought you guys were doing really good.” He sat, concerned. “Oh, we are. It's just. It's Christmas, our first Christmas together. It's Also six months since we made things official. He is so amazing, and I just want to get him something really nice.” Maxwell grinned “oh. Your six monthaversary? That's awesome. Hey, how about if we go shopping together. We can shop for the kids, and i can help you find the perfect present for leo.” Alicia perked up “really Max? You would help me?” “Of course, Leo is my best bud.” “Oh thank you so much Maxwell, I can't wait.” She threw her arms around him squeezing him tight. “It's going to be so much fun. It will also give us some time to get to know each other more.”

A few days later. The tinted SUV pulled up in front of the Ramsford estate. A ginning Maxwell came running out. “oooh I can't wait.” he squealed making Alicia giggle. “So I have narrowed it down to a few ideas. Do you think you could store a puppy for me until Christmas? Bertrand wont let me bring any more animals into the house.” He pouted. “oh, ah. I think they are looking for um, presents that are not alive. Maybe a stuffed dog instead?” Maxwell made an o shape with his mouth “Good call. Ok then a huge stuffed dog then.” Alicia shook her head and smiled.

They pulled up to the mall and walked in. “So what do you think Leo would like?” Alicia asked Maxwell, who's eyes immediately found the toy store. “A motorcycle.” He grinned. “He has 5. And I don't have motorcycle money.” she chuckled. “Well, i'm sure we will find something. Can't we, um.” Maxwells eyes kept darting towards the toy store. “Lets go.” she motioned towards the store. “ok, one little girl wants a Tiffany doll. But they are sold out everywhere.” Maxwell pouted. “well it doesn't hurt to look or ask.” Alicia walked up to a sale associate “Excuse me miss, I know this may be a long shot but do you happen to have any Tiffany dolls in stock?” The cashier sighed “we haven't been able to keep them in stock, but, we did just get a shipment in. Can you check back in about 2 hours? They are unloading the truck as we speak.” Alicia nodded and they left.

They headed into a leather store “Do you think Leo would like a new Leather Jacket? He always wears the same brown one.” Alicia asked. “Maybe, but what about these?” Maxwell held up a pair of leather riding gloves. “Oh those are nice, they even customize them. I could have LJR put on them. ” Alicia admired the gloves. “Done, i'll handle the forms, you go look and see if anything else catches your eye.” Maxwell waved her off.

The next store they went into was a novelty store. Maxwell held up a blow up doll “Maybe he would like one of these, this one looks like you. He could snuggle it whenever you arent home. Or is it a pool float?” Alicia's eyes went wide. “Ahh max, i um, that's not. You know what, were just gonna put that back.” He shrugged walking away. As Alicia browsed she noticed Maxwell pulling out his phone, smiling at the screen and then shoving it back into his pocket. Maxwell put a few things into her basket, insisting Leo would love them. They checked out, and again Maxwell was on his phone Texting.

They walked around the mall stopping at a few kiosk in the center. “Leo is lucky to have you, he seems like the perfect guy.” Maxwell grinned. “He is great. But he has flaws too Max. We all do.” “Maverick? No way, I don't believe it. Like what then.”

Alicia shook her head “Trust me, he does. Like hes a stress farter.” Maxwell stopped immediately “A what?” “He farts, when He's stressed out. The only thing that helps it is Sex.” Maxwell's eyes went wide. “No way!” “I swear to god. He has such a high sex drive as it is, why do you think we have so much sex?” Alicia giggled. “I just thought you two couldn't keep your hands off each other.”He shrugged. “Well we can't but, that's one of the reasons. God please don't tell anyone, he would kill me.” maxwell held up his hand “Beaumont promise.”

“so why do you call him Maverick?” they continued walking. “Oh um. When we were younger Leo and Bertrand were really into top gun. They let Liam and i watch it with them once. And Maverick was so cool with his leather Jacket and aviators. Just like Leo. So that's what I started calling him.”

“wait a minute, are you saying Leo wore a leather jacket even back then?” Maxwell shook his head “Yup. Leo was the definition of cool. Everyone wanted to be him, and all the girls wanted him. And even with the attention and popularity he always made time for me. He was like the cool older brother Bertrand never was.” “Awe Max. That is so sweet, and so cheesy. Now I know why Leo has such a big head.” she laughed. Maxwell pulled out his phone again, typing and smiling before putting it back.

They sat down to get some lunch in the food court. “This is great. Bertrand never lets me eat food court food. I love cheese burgers and fries.” He said with a smile. “Maxwell, who have you been texting?” She eyed him as he typed again. “Oh um. Well.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You remember Drakes cousin Stephanie?” Alicia nodded “The cute little redhead that you couldn't take your eyes off of all night?” she grinned. “Yeah, well we um, we have been talking for a while.” he took a huge bite out of his burger. “oh, that is so cute Maxwell. So, you like her?” she pushed. “Yeah, she's great. But she's in Texas, and well i'm here.” He frowned. “Do you think she likes you too?” maxwell contemplated her words for a minute “yeah.. i think so. But, like I Said, the distance thing.” Alicia flashed him a smirk “if its love, it'll find a way.” Maxwell grinned “You know, you can tell you and Leo are together.”

“Why do you say that?” “Because you just gave me the same smirk he gives.” Alicia's hand slapped her forehead shit.

It was finally time to head back to the toy store. They walked in finding the same clerk they spoke to earlier. “Oh thank god, I was able to hold one, but they didn't last a minute.” she held up the box. Suddenly a woman came from out of nowhere snatching the doll from the clerks hands. “Thanks.” she grinned beginning to walk away. “HEY.” Maxwell hollerd, the woman rolled her eyes. “No the fuck she didn't. Maxwell, wait here.” Alicia took off towards the woman. “Excuse me.” She called out trying to get the woman's attention “EXCUSE ME.” the woman turned around. “That doll is my friends.” the woman rolled her eyes again. “Well, i'm the one who has it, so looks like its mine.” she smirked. “Yes because you snatched it out of the the clerks hands, now I'd like the back please.”

“You snooze you lose, im keeping it.” The woman turned around to leave, Alicia grabbed her arm “Maybe you didn't hear me the first time, give me the doll back.”

“I heard you, I'm not giving it to you. Get your hand off me you trashy bitch.” Alicia's eyes went wide. “Oh no you didn't. I tried to be nice, I tried to do this the civil way but..” Alicia started taking off her earrings. “Look here bitch, you got 2 options. 1, you give me the doll back and be on your way. Or 2, I whoop your fucking ass and take the doll back. Your choice.” she jumped shaking her head and arms. “Think fast, because where i'm from we don't give much time to think”

The woman stammered “I'll call security.”

“Go ahead, I promise you nothing will happen to me. But I'll still enjoy beating your ass.”

“wait a minute, you're. You're that American, the one Prince Leo is dating.”

“You know, you can never really be sure. Tick tock lady.”

“You're crazy. Here, take it.” She tossed the doll at Alicia and hurried out of the store.

Alicia returned to Maxwell and handed him the doll. “That was, awesome Tiger Lily.”

“Tiger lily?”

“Yeah, I like flowers. Your feisty so, its fitting.”

Alicia shrugged her shoulders “Sounds good to me. Now let's get these presents for the kids.”

Maxwell and Alicia made their way back to the leather store to pick up the gloves. Alicia ran to get them smoothies while maxwell ran in to get the gloves. He approached Alicia a large grin on his face. “they turn out good?” she asked taking a seat on the bench. Maxwell nodded his head “Yup, take a look.” He opened the box, Alicia's eyes went wide, she spilt her drink out and coughed. “Ma. Maxwell. Why. Why do they say Big Daddy on them? I told you to put Leos initials.” she wiped her mouth. “I thought this would be nicer, I heard you call him that a few times.” her face reddened at the realization Maxwell had definitely heard them having sex a time or two. “Oh god. Um thanks Maxwell, im ah, sure Leos going to get a kick out of these.”

After dropping Maxwell off Alicia returned to the Palace. She entered her and Leos Quarters and attempted to hide his presents. She left the bags for the adopt a family on the bed. “Hey baby, how was shopping with Max today?” “Oh it was, eventful, but fun.” She stuffed the last bag into the closet. “This all the stuff for the kids.” Leo began looking in the bags. “Ah yup, I just need to take it with me tomorrow.”

“What's this?” Leo picked up a box that was under one of the bags. “The leather shop?” he started to open the box “no leo don't.” She dove for the box but it was to late. “Oh, leather riding gloves these are Ni-” He stopped mid sentence, that sly smirk spread across his face. “Big daddy?” Alicia's face reddened “I told Maxwell to have them put your initials, but um, he thought my nickname for you was a nice touch.” “But that's not your nickname for, oooooh.” the realization set in Leo started to chuckle “Apparently we are um, a bit loud when we have sex.” Alicia giggled.

A few days later Alicia, Anitah and Genevieve met up for lunch. Pam had plans extra appointments, so she said she would see them later at her house. “How was shopping with Maxwell?” Genevieve asked. “oh it was good, lots of fun.” Alicia picked up a breadstick. “oh she had fun alright. She almost got into a rumble with some lady over a doll.” Anitah giggled. “A fight? Oh I wish I was there.” Gen grinned. “It was for the children.” she tossed the breadstick at Anitah. “Maxwell is a really sweet, kind and caring guy. Anitah you know first hand how above and beyond he goes for his friends.” Anitah nodded in agreement. “I learned that our Maxwell has a crush. And I have an idea.” The girls both grinned and scooted forward. “Ok, how about…."

Read what the squad did for Maxwell HERE

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da5haexowin · 6 years

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A Smile and A Gun //Part 5

Pairing: mob!tom and oc (Allison Carter) Word count: 2,404 Summary: After agreeing to allow Benedict Stahr to place guards around her in order to maintain his confidence in her loyalty, Allison Carter finds herself cramped, angry, and ready to blow. When Steven’s men come demanding money she doesn’t owe, the fuse shortens even more. AN:

VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCe there is a gun shot towards the end, and there is a death

It’s also a bit shorter this week because i started binge watching a new show…….sorry……. There is a fight scene, and hopefully this will tie things into a good plot point next week so things will all be on the right track again!

“Stefan, three more orders just came in: two orders of fillet mignon and one--” My loud instructions are cut off with an angry growl as I trip over one of my two large guards and spill the plate of food on the other. I grind my teeth together angrily and rub my eyes. “Guys…what did I tell you when we came in here tonight?” they shrug and I continue. “I had two things to tell you: It’s a busy night and I need to be in the kitchen, and I need you to stay out of my way.”

“I’ll get it Mrs. Carter,” Dennis says, swooping by with a rag and a trash can, “That was my table anyway, I’ll take them more bread rolls and apologize.

“Thank you Dennis.” I groan, glaring at the two angry men in front of me.

It’s been one week since I sat down with Stahr and Tom and discussed recent poison deals. It’s been one week since Stahr grinned slyly and introduced me to the two men who would be acting as my shadows. It’s been one week since I’ve had a good night’s sleep, it’s been one week since I’ve done anything without checking over my shoulder first, it’s been a week since I’ve done any real work, it’s been a week since I’ve set foot outside my restaurant for more than twenty seconds. It’s been a week since I’ve seen Harrison. It’s been a week since I’ve seen Tom. It’s been a week since either of them have texted me, and it’s been a week since I deleted my text conversations with both of them.

It’s been a week since I’ve felt safe.

I look around at the chaos around me. It’s my kitchen, yes, and most days I cook for at least the dinner shift. But last year, I hired another head chef so that I could keep up with the back of the shop as well. He’s up to his neck in reservations and orders, and I want nothing more than to help him. He glances up and makes eye contact with me.

“Go.” He says, his thick accent bleeding through the one word, “Get some rest. I’ll send for you if it gets too bad.”

I give him a small frown, a mix of appreciation and apology, before turning and heading up to my flat, my two shadows behind me. I open my door and walk into the room and sigh. This place used to make me feel relaxed, it was my castle. But for the past week, it’s been my prison. The first thing Stahr’s men did was go through the flat, looking for any signs of allegiance. They were very thorough, but I had been more so, and they found nothing. They then told me that it would be better if I slept on the couch, so that they could make sure nothing suspicious was going on, and so that they could be sure no one was sneaking in to see me at night. And then they each claimed their own place to sleep in shifts.

I groan and plop down on the couch, sending a pillow to the floor. Neither of the guards say anything, each of them sinking into their place. I angrily grab the remote off the couch and turn the TV on, searching for anything that can distract me from their presence. I curl into a ball as far away from them as I can, and drift in and out of sleep for several hours, only really waking up to register the “are you still watching?” message every now and then. All three of us jump at the knock on the door.

Leo, the larger of the two men, stands up and walks to the door before I have a chance to get up and open it myself. I hear him snap at the visitor, and then hear the visitor’s even keeled response.

“I’m here to see Mrs. Carter, sir. Someone downstairs is asking to see her.” I stand up, pulling my hair into a ponytail as I walk over.

“Dennis, hi. How’d closing go?” I ask, deftly stepping around Leo.

“Both registers balanced, and Erik and I got the kitchen cleaned up in record time. The truck is here, he’s parked in the back.”

I nod as I step into the hall. “Leo? Mike? You two might as well come along. This is the first part of your shipment. You can check it out and report to Stahr when he comes to get it on Monday.”

The four of us walk downstairs into the kitchen. It’s vastly different from how it had been earlier when we left. Instead of being hot and loud with the heat of ovens and bustling kitchen staff, it’s cool and silent. There are only four people in the kitchen now, besides us. McKenzie sits on the counter, her phone in hand and her headphones in. Two other members of my back staff sit at a table, half heartedly tossing cards down on the top, playing war. Stefan watches the three of them carefully, his dark eyes and hooked nose giving him the look of a large hawk, observing his prey before a strike. He catches my eye and jerks his head towards the door.

“Parked out there, Boss.” He says gruffly.

I nod and step into the alley, Leo and Mike trailing like two oversized ducklings behind me. The three of us pour over the contents of the truck, guns and ammunition for Stahr’s base, before nodding to the driver. Mike steps inside and calls to the rest of the crew, who file out of the kitchen and start to unload the truck. They each tuck boxes into hidden compartments in the cupboards, the walls, the freezer, and even under sections of tile. As we place them, Dennis steps up to me again, this time a carefully masked look of concern on his face.

“Mrs. Carter? There are two men in the dining room who want to speak with you. Said something about a missed shipment.”

I can’t help the grin from forming as I nod. “Perfect. I’ve been expecting them.”

I hop down from the back of the truck and march inside, planning my next steps very carefully. I open the door to the dining room, and look at both of the men, clearly Steven’s henchmen, and flick an amused scowl at them as I pour a glass of wine for myself. For once, the two imposing figures behind me may come in useful.

“It’s about time you showed up.” I muse, “I’ve been waiting for you guys.” I take a sip of my wine, watching them out of the corner of my eye as they shift uncomfortably.

“We’re here about the last shipment.” One of them admits.

I smile at him, “Yes, I know. Your boss owes me quite a bit of money now, doesn’t he?”

The man frowns as he leans forward, “Ms. Carter, perhaps it slipped your mind, but we were supposed to pick up a shipment last night.” He waits, clearly watching my face for any trace of a reaction from me. When I give him none, he hesitantly continues. “We waited there for over six hours to meet the rendezvous trucks, but no one ever came.”

I nod and smile, “That’s right.” I confirm, “After that little stunt you pulled, I decided to freeze all further shipments to Steven until he pays for the damages.”

Both men sit frozen, their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide. “You—you’ve what?” The leader stammers.

“I’ve frozen all shipments to your boss until he pays me for the shipment that you guys stole from me and another client.” The formerly warm tone I had been using is gone now, and the look that I give them is cold and hard. “I owed my client a lot of money, and I took a big loss to pay him off.”

“But-but it was Holland,”

I shrug. “So? I have a reputation to uphold. To everyone; including him. I can’t just hand over all of my business to one person just because Tony’s gone.” The two men in front of me say nothing, so I continue, looking at the larger one, who had seemed to be in control so far. “So you’ll just have to tell your boss that his business with me is over.”

“Carter, wait. You can’t-you don’t know, I-I can’t tell him.” He stutters, “You have no idea what he’s like when he’s angry.”

I snort, rolling my eyes as he begs. “That’s low and annoying. You know what? You’re right; you don’t have to tell him,” I pull Tom’s gun out and pull the hammer back, aiming it squarely at the man’s forehead, “Your friend here can.”

“Please, Mrs. Carter, please no.” The tone in his voice is one of desperation and fear as he stares at the barrel of the gun, “I’m just a messenger, please.”

For some stupid reason, beyond my comprehension, and despite my better judgment and all of my past experiences, I hesitated. In that moment, when my resolution shook, someone else’s was strong. There is the loud bark of another gun going off, and I felt the air rip apart as the bullet grazes against my skin. Tom’s gun fell from my hand, and hit the table before falling to the ground. For once, I was glad for the two guards. Mike grabbed me, and with a spin he pulled me to the ground, kicking Tom’s gun to me and checking for any serious wounds. Leo however, leaps across the table, tackling the two men across it. I swat Mike’s hand away as he searches me for blood.

“It’s fine.” I snap, just a graze, find the shooter!”

He nods and looks around, pointing to the kitchen. “I’ll cover the door, head for your flat.” He orders.

I snort. “Fucking fat chance. I want to get this bastard. Help Leo.” I snarl as I hear the fight on the other side of the table pick up. “I’ll get the shooter.”

I grip the gun tightly, my hand cramping as the blood from the graze trickling down my arm in a thin line. I feel my face twist into an eager snarl as I stalk quickly to the kitchen, crouched low under the tables, hoping that my suspicion is correct. As I approach the door, ready to kick it open, the shooter beats me to it, swinging it open with an explosive force. My sneer widens as I see the face.

“Oh, I hoped it would be you.”I spit the words out angrily, aiming the gun and pulling the trigger back. The gun recoils, and McKenzie screams, leaping back. I curse angrily. At such a closer range, I somehow managed to miss her, but at least she dropped the gun. I smile and pull my fists up. “Good. I really want to savor this.”

McKenzie looks around, contemplating her chances at escape. Her hesitation is her undoing, and I throw a blindingly fast punch into her face. She reels backwards, but recovers quickly, throwing her own punch at me. The speed of the recovery catches me off guard, and the left hook connects with my jaw, sending me to the side. I duck, correctly expecting another hook from the other side. I straighten, slamming two hard, quick jabs to her face, closing the distance between us with as much speed as I can. She holds her ground well, managing to land several more hits on my nose and the side of my jaw. My nose is bleeding heavily now, and I can taste the blood as it wells up from my torn lip and the bite on the inside of my cheek. I finally allow all of my anger at her for selling me out to bleed out at last. Two jabs and a hook, two jabs and a hook, one hook and a swift kick. My foot connects with her stomach, and she falls to the ground. I drop to my knee, pounding her face repeatedly, ignoring the swelling and bleeding that’s starting to happen on my hands, the cracks forming and widening between my knuckles. I feel a rough hand wrap around my stomach, pulling me off of her.

“Enough!” The voice shouts, my captor’s other arm wrapping around me as he heaves me up off of her. He barks an order to someone, and there’s a loud report of a gun. McKenzie, who had been in the process of getting up, slumps back down quickly, and I stop my kicking. MY captor sets me back on my feet, but doesn’t release me. He keeps a hand tightly on my arm, and pulls me through the kitchen.

“Kid, grab that gun off the floor, now. Leo, Mike, get in the car.” He shouts. His voice is obscured by the ringing in my ears, and I can’t quite recognize it.

I turn my head, trying to look at him, but my eye is swelling, and blood from a new cut above my eyebrow streams down my face, clogging my eyelashes. “Let go of me!” I snarl angrily as I try to wrench my arm out of his grasp. His grip only tightens, and I let out an involuntary hiss as his thumb rests on the bullet graze.

“Shut up, Carter. We need to get you outa here. This is a god-awful mess…”

The door swings open, and the cool air of the night slaps me against the face. I hear a car door open, and my captor pushes me in. Another person climbs in after me, their attitude seeming much more mellow.

“Here Mrs. Carter.” I laugh as Dennis hands me a slab of cold meat, “Everyone scattered after he got here. They wanted to put as much distance between themselves and the crime as they could.”

“Thanks Dennis.” I growl, holding the steak to my eye, covering the entire right side of my face. The ringing in my ears is gradually dying down, and I recognize the voice when it speaks up from the shotgun seat this time.

“What the fuck, Carter?” Stahr snaps. “Do you have any idea what kind of mess you’ve made?”

I laugh, and wince. “Not usually, no. Thanks for the life-line.”

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kingrii07 · 6 years

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Magic Chapter 5

Part 4 here

Izuku might have known his teacher for four years, but Izuku hasn’t any idea who really is Marga. On those four years Izuku sticks on the information Marga gave him which is she is a healing mage that secludes herself from the people with quirks. Why? Because Izuku believes in his teacher. Izuku uses his observing skills to know more about Marga because the older mage didn’t told Izuku anything more about her.

While healing the fawn, Izuku noticed the silence of his teacher. Marga is a quite person, she will only talk if she needed to, but her silence this time is different because the air seems to be heavy and depressing. Izuku glanced at Marga and noticed the disturbed look on her face. Izuku wanted to ask her what the problem is but shrugged it off because the older mage seems to be thinking deeply and the aura around her made Izuku a bit scared.

The sun had already set and darkness already filled the woods when Izuku completely finished healing the fawn and returned it back outside. Izuku is already readying himself to leave for today when Marga speaks up after being silent earlier.

“Izuku-kun,” Marga called.

Izuku had just opened the door of the nipa hut. “Yes, Marga-san?”

“Come back tomorrow in the morning. I have important things to tell you.” Marga said and gave Izuku a serious look.

Izuku felt something weird in his heart when he saw the seriousness in his teacher’s eyes, but the only reaction he made is a nod and followed by a ‘Yes’.

“Go, now. Be careful on your way.” Marga said and watched Izuku walk out from her nipa hut. She continue to watch Izuku from her window until she can no longer see Izuku’s figure in the darkness.

While on his way out of the woods, Izuku is still bothered about what his teacher told him earlier and because of his state right now, Loke came out from his key and Izuku noticed him immediately.

“Loke-san, what’s wrong?” Izuku asked the Celestial Spirit.

“I should be asking you that, Izuku-chan. We can feel that you’re worried on something.” Loke replied with evident worry on his face.

Izuku gasped at what the Spirit had said. ’Ah… I forgot that they can feel my feelings.’ Izuku said to himself.

“Well, you see…” Izuku started and Loke felt the worry in Izuku’s voice.

“Marga-san was acting very different today. She seemed to be disturbed by something and she told me that she will tell me something very important tomorrow.�� Izuku said.

“Well… that was really disturbing.” Loke mumbled as he crossed his arms to chest then, he let out a sigh. “Don’t worry about it Izuku. I’m sure it is not something bad.” Loke continued with a reassuring smile. Izuku looked at Loke with his doe green eyes and gave a nod.

Loke stayed with Izuku until they got out of the woods and when Loke is about to go back to the Spirit world, he noticed a very familiar presence near them.

“Izuku-chan, would you mind going ahead? I felt like taking a walk for a couple of minutes.” Loke said with a smile on his face.

“Sure, Loke-san. Take care” Izuku replied with his blinding smile.

Loke chuckled and replied “I should be the one saying that.” And the two of them walked opposite ways. Loke’s smile didn’t disappear from his face while he walks towards the familiar presence. Loke stopped in front of an electric post and spoke. “Ya, Katsuki-kun. It’s been a while.” A few seconds later a teen with the same age as Izuku appeared from the other side of the pole and he has an ash blonde spiky hair and angry red eyes.

“What do you want, asshole” Katsuki said with annoyed tone. Loke was not intimidated by the teen. “Quite a flowery language you have there. I’m not here to pick a fight with you, I just want to clarify some things regarding about your broken friendship with my little brother [1].” Loke replied and the cheerful aura around him turned into serious.

Katsuki immediately noticed it. “Well, what about it?” Katsuki said and the frown on his face didn’t disappeared.

“What is your reason for breaking your friendship with Izuku-chan? “ Loke asked and his voice were very heavy and intimidating. ‘I have a hunch and I want to confirm it.’ Loke thought.

Katsuki’s frown deepened. “I ain’t gonna tell you.”

Loke let out a sigh after hearing that. “You know Katsuki-kun, I think I deserve a good explanation here. I’ve been tolerating your abusive actions towards our dear Izuku-chan because if I hurt you in any ways, Izuku-chan will hate me. You know why? Because he still considers you as his best friend.”

Katsuki was taken aback by what Loke had said. ‘What the fuck? Is he serious?’ Katsuki asked himself. “Well, if you really don’t want to answer it, it’s up to you. I hope you realize soon that you and Izuku-chan are not standing on the same ground.” Loke continued and turned his back at Katsuki.

“Many things have changed, Katsuki-kun. If you think you can change Izuku’s mind from being a hero by bullying him, then you’re wrong.” After saying that Loke disappeared in light speed.

Katsuki stared wide eyed on the place where Loke was standing before he disappeared. “He knew” Katsuki said and bit his lips.

Four years ago, before Izuku met Marga, Katsuki made a very big decision in his life and that is to bully Izuku. When they were four, Katsuki made a promise to himself that he will not let Izuku be harmed in any way as long as he is alive and when he received his quirk, the first thing that he thought is to use his quirk to protect Izuku until Izuku got his own quirk.

But when he learned that his precious friend was labeled ‘Quirkless’ he became more overprotective. Two years later, Katsuki learned that Izuku learned using Magic. At first he didn’t believe it until Izuku demonstrated it to him. Katsuki was fascinated with the beautiful circle and the sparkles that appeared from it and also when a person appeared from it. Katsuki was amazed by Izuku’s magic at first, but when he learned that Izuku kept passing out whenever he uses his keys, he started to pester Izuku to stop using it.

“Stop using it already! Look at you! You almost pass out again!” An eight year old katsuki Bakugou said to Izuku who is lying on the grassy ground after he opened Virgo and Scorpio’s key one at a time.

“But Kacchan, I won’t become strong if I don’t get used to it.” Izuku pouted at his friend despite being exhausted.

“And I will not become a hero if I stop. You know that I’m quirkless and magic is the only thing I have to make my dream come true.”

He was just worried.

He doesn’t want Izuku to be harmed.

If being a hero will harm Izuku, then he must convince Izuku to stop also his dream to become a hero.

“If you’re worried about the people who needs help, then I will do it for you! I’ll save thousands of people who are in need, so please listen to me.” Katsuki continued.

“That won’t do Kacchan. You have your own dream, you can’t just commit yourself on something you aren’t committed.”

Is it bad to be worried?

“Mom, why won’t Izuku listen to me? Can’t he understand that I don’t want him to be harmed?” Katsuki asked his mother while they were eating dinner.

Mitsuki was taken aback by his son’s question. “Katsuki, is it about his dream to become a hero?”Katsuki gave a nod.

“You know, Katsuki. You cannot change Izuku’s mind. You know that very well because the two of you have been together since you were babies.”

On that day, Katsuki decided. He broke his promise to his four year old self. If Izuku won’t listen to him as his friend, then he will do it as an enemy.

“Fucking Lion.” Katsuki mumbled in anger and kicked the trash can beside him. Loke’s words hit him like a truck.

When Loke returned to the Celestial Spirit world, he reported his earlier encounter with Katsuki to the Spirit King.

“Ou-sama, it seems like my hunch was correct.” Loke said when he appeared in front of the Spirit King.

The Spirit King let out a loud laugh causing the other spirits to look at him. “And? What did you told him?” The Spirit King asked with wide grin on this face. Loke adjusted his sun glasses and answered. “I warned him. I didn’t go to details because that child is smart and he will know the difference of magic and quirk, but I wish he realizes it sooner.” Loke replied.

“You’re right, Leo. Since Izuku had already learned that he is not the only one who uses magic in his world, sooner or later he will meet the powerful and evil ones. That child will be targeted for his power because of his magic can open doors to different dimensions.” The Spirit King said.

Loke let out an exasperated sigh. “I hope Izuku find some people who can he trust and can protect him when we can’t”

Morning of the following day, Izuku immediately ate his breakfast and after that he went to Marga. When he arrived there, Marga welcomed him and told him to sit. Marga sat opposite of Izuku.

“Izuku-kun. Listen to me very carefully.” Marga started. Izuku nodded and took a gulp as he waited for Marga to continue speaking.

“It took me a couple of years before deciding to tell you this, so make sure you listen carefully. The book you had consists only of Celestial and a bit of healing magic. It didn’t explain what the different types of magic. Am I right?” Marga asked.

Izuku nodded again. “Years ago and until now, there are only ten percent of the world’s population who can use magic. Magic may be used for offense, defense, or support. There are two main type of magic: Caster Magic and the Holder Magic. Caster type magic is where a mage uses magic without using any external items. You and I are example of this type of Maigc. We expel magic using our own body. On the other hand, Holder type Magic is the opposite of Caster type Magic. Mages uses items to expel magic, you’re the example, Izuku-kun, your magic which is the Celestial magic that uses keys.”

Izuku listens intently to his teacher as she spoke. “Inside every living organism, there is an Ethernano and also to our atmosphere. Ethernano is the source of magic of every mages and inside the body of every mages, they have a magic container. If the container becomes empty, the Ethernano in the atmosphere will enter the body and will fill up the container.”

Because of the explanation, Izuku’s curiosity kicked in.“So if there are different forms of magic, then there mages who can use time magic or something like that because if I can open a door of the Celestial world then it is possible that someone can control the time?” Izuku asked with sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes, there is mage who can use time magic, but that magic falls into the subcategory of the Caster type magic which is the Lost Magic.” Marga answered.

“Lost Magic?” Izuku asked.

“In short, it is a rare magic. Because of the immense power it holds and side effects of this magic, it was obliterated in the history of magi, but there are still who uses it.” Marga explained.

“Wait Marga-san. I’m going to write it." Izuku said and immediately took his note book and started writing there. “Please continue.” Izuku said while writing.

Marga watched her student who writing very fast. She let out a sigh and continued. “You see, there are three different types of mages: the Legal Mages, Dark Mages, and the Independent Mages. The Legal mages are the ones who belonged to a guild that is approved by the Magic council. The Dark mages belongs to the dark guild which are not approved by the Magic council because of their crimes. And lastly, the Independent mages. These Mages does not belong to any guild. They are also not officially approved by the Magi Council. Actually, I am belong here.”

Izuku stopped writing and looked at Marga. “Uhm, Marga-san, what is the Magic Council?”

“Well, Magic Council is the government of the Magic world. They have the outmost control of all things that has magic. To tell you the truth I hate these guys. They’re pretty annoying.” Marga said and Izuku chuckled when Marga said the last part with disgust.

“Now… to the main reason why I wanted to talk to you. I want to tell you who really am I.” The atmosphere around them changed and Marga’s expression became more serious.

“I didn’t tell you that I specializes in two fields. Healing using the Air magic and Medicine. I am expert in medicine, what I mean by expert is, I can create artificial limbs and organs using my magic and this is not like the artificial things doctors have invented. Mine are more real. The longer you use it, the more it becomes real.”

Izuku’s eyes widened at what Marga had said. “…Marga-san, you’re really amazing.” Izuku said in low tone but Marga can hear the amazement in it. Izuku may be amazed by her magic, but she’s not. Marga’s expression turned into gloom which Izuku noticed immediately. “I am not amazing, Izuku. Because of my power I made a mistake. A very huge mistake.”

“W-what do you mean, Marga-san?” Izuku asked in worry.

It took Marga a couple of seconds before answering. “…I was too amazed by the stories of dragon slayers which led to the creation of the second generation of dragon slayers. Dragon Slaying magic is one of the lost magic. The first generation are those who were taught by real dragons and the second generations are people who have Lacrima with dragon slaying magic implanted inside their body.

Years ago, before I met you, there are four teen agers who knew about my study of Lacrima with drgon slaying magic. They were also quirkless and begged to me that they wanted to have the Larima. Because of my young mind, I agreed and implanted the Lacrima’s inside them. I didn’t know that one of them will become a threat.” Marga said with full of regret.

“What kind of threat does he bring?” Izuku asked curiously.

“I’ve been tracking his actions for the past years, and learn from my other former students that he is looking for Celestial Magic users.”

TBC

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