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Fast Pace-1

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Word count: 2,4k

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Part 2

Your feet hurt, throbbing in your worn-out sneakers that you’ve owned since your first day at university. Your legs feel like jelly, and not in the good way, in the way where the back of your knees hurt, and the earth’s gravitational pull seems to be so much stronger. You feel like you’re being cooked like the way you’re preparing your sauce. Boiling, bubbling.

The sweat gathers at the brim of your chef’s hat and the back of your neck. The head chef is screaming at you, again, like he always does. You swear that he gets some sick thrill out of yelling at one. Forcing you to do 15 tasks all at once, while telling you just how horribly you’re doing all of them. Not only that, but you feel like you must think for the other four cooks you work with.

How you’re not used to it yet, you’re not sure. Maybe you’re not cut out for the industry, but you refuse to think of it. That would be your life’s dream down the drain. Not only that but, 20 000 euros down the drain. “Y/N, *il nous faut la sauce pour le jarret d'agneau!” Again, that damn head chef calls and you can feel your frustration burning in the back of your eyes. *We need the sauce for the lamb shank!

“*J'apporte ta foutue sauce maintenant!” You can’t help but let your anger bubble out. You give the sauce for the cook preparing the lamb, ignoring the fiery glare of the head-chef. “**Je prends ma pause.” You say, throwing your hat and apron on my station, once again ignoring your boss’ threats. You throw the door open, sighing in relief at the fresh air. *I'm bringing your damn sauce now **I’m taking my break.

You sigh, sitting on the dirty alleyway floor, leaning against the old brick wall. You pull out a pack of cigarettes, take one out, light it and take a deep pull. And as you sit, you can’t but groan as you read the invoice for your rent. You’d been so good on your bills, but then you got sick, again, then the bills started piling up.

“Fucking hell...” You mutter, rubbing your temples in annoyance. You get a message from your mom, asking how you are and when you’re coming to visit. You avoid it, you can’t face her. Your family all believe you to be this fancy five-star-chef, making it big in the capital of France. You don’t have the guts to tell them of your failure. Or the fact that you’re sitting on a dirty floor, after being verbally abused all day.

When you were little, you imagined being a princess in a big castle. With lots of gowns and jewels and shoes. You’d use your mom’s old dresses and put on a show. Whenever you’d get hand-me-downs or the new outfit once a year you’d put on a whole show. When people would ask what you want to be when you grow up, you’d always say a model.

When you got older, late teenage years, you, of course, had to think of something more realistic. And with chef-ing having the easiest job to find and the easiest degree to get, you chose it. Now, you regret it more than anything. Your dreams have been sucked dry and aspirations have little left. At home, you spend your time scrolling through the vogue Instagram, dreaming of the day that someone can do all this adulting for you.

Out of nowhere, a loud scream is heard. You snap your head up to the direction it came from, after watching the newest runway from Versace. Suddenly a man come barrelling down the alleyway. He keeps glancing over his shoulder in panic and almost fear. His skin is a golden tan colour, and his beautiful dark hair flies as he speeds down the alleyway. He looks ready to to climb into a nearby dumpster before he spots you.

He seems beyond relieved to see you. And then another scream is heard, and his expression becomes one of alarm. “J'ai besoin...uh...help?” His French is sloppy and mixed with English. But his accent is not one of an American. You cross your arms and lift your brow. “Aide?” You translate his words for him. He nods, glancing to the alleyway entrance again. “Si, si-” very much not French. “Now. Uh...” Then another scream and his urgency grows. “I speak English.”

This news gives him a massive sigh of relief. “Oh, thank Dios.” He mutters and then his relief turns again to imperativeness. “You to hide me. Now. I can’t tell you why. But you need to hide me. Now. Uh-please.” His dark brown eyes seem frantic, and his accent sends shivers down your spine. You’ve never met someone with this accent, in your whole 23 years of life and something about this intrigues you.

“And why should I, for all I know you could’ve just killed someone!” You reply, standing up and stomping your cigarette out. And yet your firm stand buckles when he gives these big brown eyes, which are filled with fear. “I’ll pay.” Your expression changes almost instantly. At this point you’re ready to do just about anything to get the insurance off your back.

“Yeah? You like that, cosa bonita? How much, pretty girl?” Then he pulls out his wallet and takes out a stack of hundred-euro bills. “You name the price, doll face. Here, two hundred? But please be quick with your decision.” Never before have you had this opportunity to make money this quickly. And you need to money now more than ever. How can you say no? What’s the harm? If he was a criminal, he would’ve hurt you by now, right? You don’t mutter a word.

Not to mention the way he uses the pet names don’t seem gross. He’s charismatic, so much so that you hope he doesn’t see the blush creeping up your ears. Not only that but his smile seems almost comforting. Like you could trust him with your drink in a busy club. How far are you willing to go to pay your bills? You grab his warm hand, with the money in, and shove the both of you through the back door.

“*Je suis malade. Je prends le reste de la journée.” You call out, shoving your chef’s jacket and the rest of your work attire into your bag, all with the man still trailing behind you. “I do like it when a pretty girl like you speaks French. I must thank you, not many girls would usually do something like this.” Suddenly his worried nature turns into a more welcoming, flirty one. *I'm sick. I'm taking the rest of the day off.

It’s rare that you’re called pretty by an utter stranger. Frozen in place as you stare up at the handsome stow-away. “Where is he?” It’s the same girlish voice as before, the slightly above standard’s restaurant doors slam open. “I must say though, my French isn’t very good. I’m sure you noticed. But I do hope you were telling your manager that we are leaving, no?” He asks and this time blush creeps from your cheeks all the way to your ears.

“Uh- yes- something like that. Come, we’ll hide in the worker’s bathroom.” You stammer your way through your sentence. Though you regret it the moment you close the bathroom stall. It’s small and barely above regulations, this place is cheap on their worker rights. His chest is pressed up right against yours. His body is so warm, like a nice fire in a winter cabin.

You know if you were cuddle with him in the cold snowy months, you wouldn’t even need a heater or warm socks. Wait, why are you thinking this? You’ve just met the man! Now you’re already thinking of burrowing yourself closer to him. His big hands stabilize themselves on your waist, trying not to topple over you. And you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, hoping the handsome man won’t notice.

At the same time, you wish your hair isn’t tied up, so that you could hide behind that piercing gaze. Especially now that your bodies are pressed against each other in the small bathroom stall. Your hands grow clammy, and you can feel that his eyes are trying to catch yours. Trying to see more of your face and you’re merely hoping the earth would swallow you whole. Feeling inferior to be admired by a man with such heat.

“I knew coming to France would be fun, but I didn’t expect being so close to such a pretty girl.” He seems entirely too big for the little stall and now you wish they had aircons that the American’s talk about. You too are forced to also steady yourself on his big, hard chest. Those dark unruly brows furrow. “Why are you so quiet now? Earlier you were quite happy to talk, no?”

Now you’re really blushing. “I assume when you someone like you, pays someone like me, you expect them to keep quiet.” You say avoiding his gaze, this seems to aggravate him. He takes you by the chin and forces you to look at him. His gaze softens when you look up at him through your lashes. But your legs feel like jelly when staring into those chocolate brown eyes.

“Someone like you? Someone like me? You should watch what you say.” Those dark golden eyes seem to stare right through your insecurities. “Why is that?” His words cause a spark in your mind, you’ve always been jealous of the rich ones. Not only that but the way they look down on you. This causes a smirk on his face, “So the mouse does speak?” You scoff at his words and start staring him down.

“The mouse does speak, and she’d love to ask why on earth she’s hiding with you in a bathroom stall?” His jaw snaps at your words and this time he looks away. “If I tell you, you might just be another person I need to hide from.” This time it’s your turn to laugh. “Tell me now, or I’m throwing you to the wolves.” He snaps down to look you in the eyes again. “You wouldn’t dare.” You smirk, “Watch me.”

His hand snaps up and then falls to his side again. Your heart is racing, it’s unlike you to be so daring or disobedient. But something about him makes you feel bold and confident. “Alright, niñita, tell me do you know about the Tifosi?” He asks, mixing his language in between and you can’t help but want to beg to know what he’s calling you

You shake your head no. “Alright, what about Formula 1?” Again, you shake my head no. He sighs and rubs his head. “Let’s just say I have a few loco, um, crazy fans.” You laugh, full on head back laughing. “Really? You paid me two-hundred euros to hide with you in a bathroom because you have some passionate fans.” Your eyes are twinkling with delight.

“No, no, no, niñita, you don’t understand. They had scissors! They wanted a piece of my hair!” This causes a flash of fears in his eyes, and he subconsciously rakes his fingers through his luxurious dark hair. You shrug and lift your hand, wiping a strand from his forehead. “I can see why.” It goes quiet then and the both of you can’t help but notice the screaming has died down.

“Well, if you’d ever like to know more about someone like me-” He sends you a wink and then grabs your phone from your back pocket. He shows you the lock screen and you roll your eyes but give in and open the phone. He puts in his number, adding a chili next to his name. ‘Carlos Sainz 🌶️’

You frown, “What’s the chili stand for?” Once more, he winks. “You’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure. And here-” he pulls out his wallet and hands you another hundred, “-for the trouble.” You blush again and shake your head. You hesitate, eyeing the money, biting the inside of your cheek, churning over if you should take it or not.

It’s been the first time that you’ve laughed in weeks. Not to mention the previous money already helps so much. “Tan testarudo que ya lo puedo ver. Está bien, me gusta un poco de coraje en mi chica.” He scoffs and shoves the bill in the back pocket of your jeans. “I think they’re gone now, I’ve got to go, I’m sure my manager is looking for me.” He says after his rant in the language I don’t understand.

He unlocks the bathroom stall door, and clatters out, yet somehow makes it look so hot. You escort him out of the restaurant and find yourself staring at him on the sidewalk of Paris. You can’t but remember, when he looks at you like he’s ready to devour you, that this is the city of love. Again, he steps up close, feeling his hot breath on your forehead. He’s six inches taller than you, he’s looming.

As if thirty minutes ago are happening again. He’s quiet and contemplative. His sweet, cocky attitude turns dark suddenly. His warm, rough hands gently caress your cheek. “I’m only in Paris for one more week, before I’m off to the Netherlands. If you don’t message me, I’ll make sure to see you again.” He looks so serious, so much so that your stomach turns slightly.

“Wouldn’t that be going a bit fast? Seeing me at my work a week after we met?” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. His eyes turn slightly darker and yet he smirks. “I like a fast pace.” As if he’s a villain in a bond movie, a bright black SUV pulls up next to him. “Don’t tell anyone about this. It’ll be better for the both of us. I don’t want the world to know about you just yet.”

His wink sends shivers down your spine. He then takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. “I will see you again, muñequita.” He then slides into the back of the SUV; his gaze makes your core warm. And when he rides away you can’t help but lean against a close-by streetlamp. Your legs feel like Jello.

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whats-9plus10 · 11 months

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Venture Bros Time Frame

Based on the Venture Brothers Wiki Timeline and what I could find in the show during my final rewatch before the movie. Like when I calculated Gary’s age, this is not an opinion piece. I pull straight from the source material.

I am not starting from a specific year because we know Venture Bros references current pop culture based on the year each season was released. Various dates documented in the show fail to provide a cohesive timeline. Hence, my focus is on the time frame. I'll be keeping track by noting "Venture Bros Year _" when the series moves into the next year and by referencing years as "000(number of year)" while using dates. I suggest following along with your calendar open like I had to do while organizing this lol.

S1e11 Past Tense - Orpheus predicts that The Action Man will have a stroke in "2 years, 17 days."

We will start pretty late into the first year, Venture Bros Year 1

S1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean - Takes place in late September 0001.

The episode features Monarch's birthday, which is around late September 0001 when, according to him, "the leaves would be orange enough..." to build his Monarch wings.

The Monarch butterfly migration and the leaves turning can begin around late September in New Jersey.

A Very Venture Christmas Special occurs on Christmas, December 25th, 0001, between season 1 and season 2.

While the entire episode was a dream, it was still revealed to be Christmas time. Sally is shown to be pregnant with Rocket. This is important because it solidifies that this episode specifically took place sometime between s1e7 Ice Station Impossible and s2e5 20 Years to Midnight.

Venture Bros Year 2

S2e2 Hate Floats - The boys celebrate their 16th birthday.

S2e5 20 Years to Midnight - This episode takes place May 4th, 0002, "...in Rusty's 44th year." In s1e8 Mid-life Chrysalis, he states his age is 43. Rusty must have turned 44 last month on April 30th, 0002. This means a little over 7 months have passed since s1e13. Rocket was born to Sally Impossible during that time.

This means the boys' birthday is between December 26th - May 3rd. I'm casting a wide net because, for all we know, the episodes in between could have happened just days apart from each other. They live chaotic lives.

S2e11 ¡Viva los Muertos! - Rusty promises the boys will receive something better than their clones as Christmas gifts.

S2e12&13 Showdown at Cremation Creek (Parts 1 and 2) - This episode spans a month between the Monarch's proposal and the wedding.

S3e4 Home Is Where the Hate Is - The boys state that they are still 16 years old "going on 17". That phrase usually indicates a birthday is approaching, but we can't assume anything definitive. What this does tell us is that a full year has not gone by since s2e2 Hate Floats, assuming the boys didn't die again off-screen.

S3e5 The Buddy System - Billy says he is 35. Based on s2e12&13 Showdown at Cremation Creek (Parts 1 and 2), we know that he is 35 at least a month after May 4th, 0002.

Here's where it gets tricky

S3e8 Tears of a Sea Cow - Dean's newspaper is dated May 23rd. I will explore two possibilities.

Possibility 1

Even though I don't feel like the date on Dean's paper is strong evidence as it could be a secondhand thought made up by the animators or a reference to how each season seems to occur in the year it airs, the month of May would line up as the boys had previously told Hatred they were about to turn 17 years old four episodes prior, indicating a birthday was near. If we say we are already in Venture Bros Year 3 and believe the date in the newspaper to be May 23rd, 0003, the boys would already be 17 during this episode because we know their birthday is before May 4th. However...

S3e13 The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together Part 2 - Hank says "...open my Christmas gifts early...." referring to the clones they discovered in s2e11 ¡Viva los Muertos!. Indicating that December 25th, 0002 has not occurred yet.

Possibility 2

What this could mean, other than an oversight, is that it was May 23rd, 0002. This would make the boys still 16 years old. And everything between s2e5 20 Years to Midnight and s3e8 Tears of a Sea Cow takes place all in one month... but that also doesn't work because s2e12&13 Showdown at Cremation Creek (Parts 1 and 2) spans about a month by itself and we see the Monarchs multiple times in various stages of their relationship throughout season 2.

Because acknowledging the date in the newspaper would not work either way, I feel that it's safe to disregard it completely based on the current information we have. I feel more confident in trusting the writing that came directly from Doc and Jackson rather than the animation.

S4e1 Blood of the Father, Heart of Steel - The Nazis give Rusty "8 months" to clone Hitler. During this time Hank grew out his hair, Brock got out of shape and back in shape, and Gary got dieseled. Somewhere during those 8 months, we moved on to…

Venture Bros Year 3

S4e2 Handsome Ransom - Billy says he is 37. If Billy wasn't lying or rounding up, this means at least a year and a day have passed since s3e5 The Buddy System. The boys must be 17 at this point.

S4e5 The Revenge Society - Documenting where this episode takes place for a later reference.

S4e10 Pomp and Circuitry - Brock tells Hank "...you also have to be 18" to dissuade him from joining SPHINX. Confirming that two whole years have not passed since s2e2 Hate Floats.

S4e12 Everybody Comes to Hank's - Hank asks Dean "How was your summer?" hinting that they are approaching the middle to end of summer.

S4e15 The Silent Partners -JJ is in space building Gargantua II. This is information for later reference.

S4e16 Operation: P.R.O.M. - In the commentary, Doc and Jackson use prom to symbolize the boy's unofficial 18th birthday, more specifically their ascent into adulthood. I did not take this to mean it was literally their 18th birthday. The latest their birthday can be is May 3rd and at this point, they are nearing the fall.

S5e1 What Color Is Your Cleansuit? - Takes place the day after P.R.O.M. and spans 3 months. A Very Venture Halloween special takes place in the middle of it on October 31st, 0003. We see Gary raking leaves - Fall. Then the compound is covered in snow - Winter. The weather here is intentional to show the passage of time. It is unclear at this point if we have moved on to the next year. There is no mention of Christmas or New Year's. By the end of the episode, it could be as early as November 0003.

At this point, we are over 2 years and at least 1 month into the series. We started in September 0001 in s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean and are now sometime past October 31st, 0003. I am keeping in mind Orpheus' prediction of "2 years and 17 days". In the commentary Doc and Jackson state that the Action Man could have considered his health since the prediction which resulted in delaying his stroke.

S5e3 SPHINX Rising - Gary says "Hank is an adult." I took this to mean he had turned 18 at some point. While their birthday may be at the end of December because we had cast a wide net for them earlier, I will assume we’ve moved on to…

Venture Bros Year 4

Here’s where it gets tricky part 2

S5e4 Spanakopita! - This episode should take place in October. Team Venture attended the wedding of Aristotle Onassis and Jackie Kennedy which took place on October 20th, 1968. Another historical event mentioned was the Apollo 7 mission, which took place Oct 11, 1968 – Oct 22, 1968. In the flashback we see Spanakopita aligning with the Splashdown date, October 22, 1968. This is evidence that the dates are intentional.

In this episode we see Hank in his strength suit, confirming that Spanakopita takes place after s5e1 What Color Is Your Cleansuit? and A Very Venture Halloween special. I feel it's unlikely that they intended for a full year to have passed between s5e1 What Color Is Your Cleansuit? and s5e4 Spanakopita!. I want to make this as accurate as possible so I'm going to entertain two possibilities.

Possibility 1

If we say that s5e4 Spanakopita! was not intended to take place in October specifically and it was an oversight, then I feel safe to assume the warm weather we see after s5e1 What Color Is Your Cleansuit? indicates that we've moved onto spring or summer, still in Venture Bros Year 4.

S5e5 O.S.I. Love You - Hank’s limbs atrophied from wearing the strength suit he found in S5e3 SPHINX Rising for “weeks”.

S5e6 Momma's Boys - Hank tells Dermott “Last year…” and references the events of s4e5 The Revenge Society which took place in Venture Bros Year 3.

S5e7 Bot Seeks Bot - This episode takes place in July 0004. We see a flashback in S7e3 Arrears in Science which took place the night before Thanksgiving, November 0004.

S5e8 The Devil's Grip - Dean says a third of his age is 6 - indicating he is probably 18.

All This and Gargantua-2 - Monarch says Rusty “hasn’t paid his electric bill since June.” We know we are in July or August because s5e7 Bot Seeks Bot takes place in July 0004.

Season 6 starts in Venture Bros Year 4, August or September 0004 because we know Dean had applied and enrolled in the Fall Semester. The boys would be 18 years old—3 years since s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean.

S6e1 Hostile Makeover - Hatred says he's "been waiting to do that (hit Gary) for weeks”, assuming he is referring to the last time he saw Gary in either s5e8 The Devil's Grip.

S6e4 Rapacity in Blue - Takes place on October 7th, 0004. The timestamps are in the top right corner of the security camera videos.

S6e5 Tanks for Nuthin’ - Takes place on October 8th, 0004 the morning after s6e4 Rapacity in Blue.

S7e1 The Venture Bros. & The Curse of the Haunted Problem - This episode takes place the in the days leading up to Thanksgiving, November 0004. We flashback 2 years ago to JJ discovering the Gargantua crash. This implies JJ made this discovery sometime in Venture Bros Year 2.

According to The Art and Making of the Venture Bros. - Rocket is 3 or 4 years old now.

Next, we have a clear time span thanks to s7e3 Arrears in Science. It's Thanksgiving, November 0004. 3 years and 2 months since s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean.

Time jump to the start of the Spring Semester in s7e4 The High Cost of Loathing, which starts in Venture Bros Year 5, January 0005.

S7e4 High Cost of Loathing - There is a "two months later" time jump at the beginning of the episode.

We are still in Winter Venture Bros Year 5 as of the final episode. In total making the time span from s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean to s7e10 The Saphrax Protocol 3 years and at least 4 months.

Possibility 2

If we do say it has been another year and s5e4 Spanakopita! takes place in Venture Bros Year 4, October 0004, which means almost everything is pushed back a year. The boys would be 18 years old.

S5e5 O.S.I. Love You - Hank’s limbs atrophied from wearing the strength suit he found in S5e3 for “weeks”.

S5e6 Momma's Boys - Hank tells Dermott “Last year…” and references the events of s4e5 The Revenge Society which took place in Venture Bros Year 3. That would mean this episode would need to take place between October 23rd, 0004 and December 31st, 0004.

Venture Bros Year 5

S5e7 Bot Seeks Bot - This episode takes place in July 0005. We see a flashback in S7e3 Arrears in Science which took place the night before Thanksgiving, November 0005.

S5e8 The Devil's Grip - Dean says a third of his age is 6 - Dean must be 19 at this point and have rounded 6 years and 3 months down to just 6.

All This and Gargantua-2 - Monarch says Rusty “hasn’t paid his electric bill since June.” We know we are in July or August because s5e7 Bot Seeks Bot takes place in July 0005.

Season 6 starts in August or September 0005, because we know Dean had applied and enrolled in the Fall Semester. At this point, the boys would have to be 19 years old. - 4 years since s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean. Overshooting the 2 years and 17 days prediction by a lot.

S6e1 Hostile Makeover - Hatred says he's "been waiting to do that (hit Gary) for weeks”, assuming he is referring to the last time he saw Gary in either s5e8 The Devil's Grip.

S6e4 Rapacity in Blue - Takes place on October 7th, 0005.

S6e5 Tanks for Nuthin’ - Takes place on October 8th, 0005 the morning after s6e4 Rapacity in Blue.

S7e1 The Venture Bros. & The Curse of the Haunted Problem - This episode takes place the in the days leading up to Thanksgiving, November 0005. We flashback 2 years ago to JJ discovering the Gargantua crash. This implies JJ made the discovery sometime in Venture Bros Year 3 before S4e15 The Silent Partners.

According to The Art and Making of the Venture Bros. - Rocket is 3 or 4 years old now.

Again, we have a clear time span thanks to s7e3 Arrears in Science. It's Thanksgiving, November 0005. 4 years and 2 months since s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean.

Finally, we have the time jump to the start of the Spring Semester in s7e4 The High Cost of Loathing, which would start in Venture Bros Year 6, January 0006.

S7e4 High Cost of Loathing - There is a "two months later" time jump at the beginning of the episode.

We are still in Winter 0006 as of the final episode. Making the time span in this possibility, from s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean to s7e10 The Saphrax Protocol, 4 years and at least 4 months.

NOTES AND THOUGHTS

S1e1 Dia de los Dangerous - Presumably this episode takes place on Dia los Muertos, November 1st. Monarch states that he's in Mexico to find his foster parents. Butterflies arrive in Mexico around early November. Because this happened before Orpheus' prediction, it could be plausible that there is almost a year between the first episode and s1e13 Are You There God, It's Me, Dean. It is probably just as likely that Doc and Jackson were not considering keeping to a set time frame until much later in the series.

JJ did not appear in the season 1 Christmas Special. The boys are alive. Rusty was not on his journey running away from the boys' deaths. I wonder if this means s1e13 Return to Spider-Skull Island took place after Christmas. I am also not considering the weather as a determining factor here because I remember hearing about issues with animating different backgrounds in the earlier seasons.

If it helps, I placed the boy’s birthday on the Ides of March (March 15th) to help me keep track of things. It’s both a significant historical date and a 70’s rock band. Plus I wanted them to be Pisces :)

I also stuck the Monarch's birthday on September 30th because that's when Don became Venturion. I think it's poetic.

Doc and Jackson are phenomenal writers and I’m sure if they were to address this in the show they would find a way for it to make sense that we would all enjoy. I had a lot of fun doing this. I love digging deep into my favorite show and piecing together what I find 💛 Go Team Venture!

#I said go team venture but I meant Monarch crew 4 life #This took such a long time I hope it's somewhat accurate #vbros #venture bros #radiant is the blood of the baboon heart #the venture bros #rusty venture #hank venture #dean venture #the monarch #dr mrs the monarch #henchman 21 #gary fischer #billy quizboy #byron orpheus

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lucyintheskywithxanax · 3 years

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Russian Roulette

Pairing: Sally McKenna x Fem Reader

Requested by anon “sally x reader with the prompt 2, 3, 9, 10, 15, 44 from angst but with a happy ending”

A/N: this one’s a bit chaotic and messy, but I wanted it to be, because so is Sally (I’m sorry anon I didn’t use one of the prompts, but I couldn’t make it fit with the rest of the story. I hope you’ll like it all the same). x

Word count: ~ 3 000

Warning: swearing, not the healthiest of relationships, English isn’t my first language

The Hotel Cortez had eyes. Of that you had always been convinced. The walls could see and they did not avert their gaze when lovers made love or when lovers broke each other’s heart.

You had whispered that to Sally one night, and she had nodded in agreement. Taken a drag on her cigarette, said the whole place was a fucking hamster wheel. But unlike hamsters, human beings were aware of being trapped, she had said, with a sad laugh and wiping at the tears that fell from her eyes (sometimes she would even cry in her sleep).

Liz – the ghost of Liz, still reading a book behind the counter, still so ridiculously faithful to the hotel – raised her head at the sound of your footsteps and peered at you over the rim of her glasses. You walked past her without as much as a glance her way. You didn’t care for reproaches right now. At least not from her.

You stepped into the elevator and waited for the heavy doors to close. Leaned your back against the wall, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The elevator began to move. You opened your eyes again.

It was here, with her arms folded on her chest and her leopard coat sliding down her shoulders, mascara smeared, lips painted red and her breath stinking of cigarette, that Sally had stared at you and barked, “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

And you had been mad at her, so you had shrugged, toed at the ground in silence. Sally had blown smoke in your face, but that didn’t make you cough anymore. You had shot her an angry look as the doors of the elevator had opened, and she had tried to stop you but you had pushed past her with your suitcases in your hands and stormed into the hall, as the walls with their eyes had watched and frowned.

“Don’t be an asshole, Y/N, “Sally had called after you. Behind the counter the ghost of Liz had raised her head at the sound of your footsteps and peered at you over the rim of her glasses. “Fucking fuck Y/N I swear if you take one step out of this godforsaken rat hole I will come after you I will haunt you I will – “

The doors of the elevator opened with a ding. You jumped, straightened your shoulders and stared at the long, empty corridor in front of you. Silence. Only silence. It wasn’t even that late. Where was everyone? The clients? The staff? The ghosts were always so loud. They were mad, so, so angry, screaming and yelling and laughing and crying and stabbing and murdering. The place was too quiet.

On auto-pilot you walked to Sally’s room, knocked on the door, waited, frowned as an old man opened the door and asked you something in a foreign language. You raised one hand apologetically and turned on your heel. Where was she? The walls were sneering. They were mocking you. Run, run, little mouse.

You rushed down the stairs, down an empty corridor, into the bar. And of course – that’s where you should have headed first. For here she was.

She was sitting at the counter with her back to you, in a black velvet dress, shoulders slumped as always. It had been more than a year and a half and yet you remembered everything about her, as if she had haunted you indeed as she had threatened to: the way she walked, like a funambulist on a tightrope, the way her lips would close around her cigarette and how it would bob as she spoke. You remembered the exact shape of the tattoo on the nape of her neck, the exact way her tongue would dart out to lick your face like a hungry, faithful dog. Those greedy, nervous fingers of hers had lingered on your skin and you had been able to feel her touch everywhere and whenever, in the night, in the blazing sun, in the heart of a storm.

For a moment you stood as if frozen watching her. Wondering if you were really about to do the right thing. But then your feet were moving and you carefully sat on the stool next to hers.

“Long time no see, pumpkin,” you teased.

She jumped and turned her head to face you.

Her face still looked exactly the same. Time had altered the shape of your features, but hers were just as you remembered them. Her eyes were still like a dark sun, and they still made the water on her cheeks glint.

Her fingers closed around her glass of whisky like pale spider legs and her lips parted in surprise. You folded your arms on the counter and pressed them against your chest as you shot her a slightly sheepish smile.

And then her anger exploded like a bomb.

You barely managed to dodge her fist as she threw a punch in the general direction of your face. She lost her balance on her stool, almost fell, then with one hand gripping the counter for support she made to throw herself at you, but you pushed her away from you. She slammed into the counter, rounded her shoulders and bared her teeth.

“That’s not exactly what I call a warm welcome,” you hissed.

“Fuck off,” she growled, as she wriggled back up on her stool. Her hand closed around her glass again.

None of you spoke for a long time. Sally stared at her glass. You stared at her. Your fingers were shaking, so you folded them on the counter. A different you, a younger you, would have run away in fear and never come back. You had always wanted a love that was sweet and soft and easy. Sleepy morning kisses to the sound of birds singing outside in the sun. But that was before you had met Sally. Before you had opened Pandora’s box. You had bitten into a rotten fruit and the poison had seeped into your veins and now there was no going back.

You wanted her, and her only. It had taken so long for you to figure that out. You had run away from her, abandoned her with barely any second thoughts, and for a few days it had felt like freedom. Like finally waking up from a nightmare. Sheets soaked with sweat, pillow on the floor. But one morning you had stepped out of the shower and suddenly become aware of the ache in your chest that tasted like her mouth and smelled like her skin. You had tried to ignore it, but it simply would not disappear. It grew, like cancer.

So now that you knew what living without her felt like, nothing could convince you to leave again.

“You stink of cigarettes and booze,” you remarked after a while.

“Shut the fuck up,” she snarled without looking at you.

You waited. Studied her face, followed the glistening trail yet another tear left on her cheek.

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” you asked. There was no reproach in your voice. Just a casual observation.

Sally let out a mirthless laugh.”Yes, well, you noticed,” she said, voice raspy, gravel in the back of her throat.

“You promised you would stop drinking,” you said.

“And you,” she replied, an angry growl, but her voice broke on the last few words, “you promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” She laughed again, raised her glass. “So, let’s drink a toast to broken promises.” She downed her glass, slammed it onto the counter. “Fucking promises,” she hissed. “Do people really ever mean them?”

“They do,” you nodded.

She glanced sideways at you. “Oh, shut up. What the fuck do you know about it? Plenty of assholes lied to me, but you were the only one who didn’t have the decency not to promise me forever.”

“I never promised you forever,” you retorted, anger rising in your throat.

“Oh you sure did,” Sally growled, straightening in her seat. “You told me, plenty of times, that you’d never leave me, that you’d always be by my side, that you – “

“I didn’t realize it would mean being stuck in this hotel for the rest of my life!” you cried.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before!” Sally cried louder. Two tears dropped from her eyes, and she angrily wiped them away.

“Did you even miss me?” she went on, voice quavering. “Did you even think about me?”

“Of course I did. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

That was the truth. Not only had you carried her in your chest, but you had seen her in every landscape, found her in every song and read her in every book. People had smiled and you had seen her smile instead of theirs.

“But I had to see the world, Sally,” you went on in a softer voice. She scoffed. “What?” you growled. “I know you’d rather I had killed myself and stayed with you, but I can’t – “

“I never asked that of you,” she said.

“Now you are the liar.”

She shot you an angry look, then averted her gaze and stared at her empty glass. For a long moment there was only silence.

“There’s a man in your room,” you said eventually.

“Yes. I got a new room.” She sniffled, wiped her nose on the back of her hand.”The old one reminded me of you.”

Of course you’d known she would miss you; but you hadn’t thought she would miss you that much. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, really. She was an addict, Sally, had always been. First it had been drugs, then the internet, then you, then alcohol; whatever helped her feed that bottomless hole of need that was her mind.

She reached for the bottle of whisky on the counter, but you caught her wrist and held it.

“I think you’ve had enough,” you said gently.

She tried to free herself; you tightened your grip.

“Let go of me, Y/N,” she growled between her teeth.

“I don’t think I will,” you retorted, as gently as before.

Your thumb started stroking the inside of her wrist, tracing the outline of her tattoo; for a few seconds she froze, and her eyes widened slightly and you thought that you had won her, easy as that – that a simple caress could be enough to pacify her wrath. But then she yanked her wrist free, jumped on her feet, grabbed the bottle of whisky and ran towards the elevator.

“Sally!” you called as you sprinted after her.

She gave a furious cry, tripped on nothing; you caught up with her, laid one hand on her shoulder. With her teeth bared she threw the bottle at you. You managed to dodge it at the last second: it crashed on the floor and you both watched, as if transfixed, as the thick carpet slowly soaked up the golden liquid.

Sally gave you a shove and walked away down the corridor. You followed her.

“Leave me alone, Y/N!” she cried over her shoulder.

“I won’t,” you said.

She turned on her heel, shook one finger at you. Her cheeks were flushed with anger or alcohol, you didn’t know.

“Why did you come back anyway?” she snarled. “Uh? Let me guess, you spent every damned penny you owned and now you need a place to sleep?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” You gave her a smile, saw the fury glint in her eyes. “I’m completely broke.” You shrugged, assumed a causal expression again. “I went to all the places I wanted to see and did all the things I dreamt of doing. I guess it was a kind of test. I wanted to know whether they could make me forget you.”

Sally blinked in surprise. For a moment she seemed at a loss for words; then she gritted her teeth and hissed, “Bullshit.”

You shrugged again. “If they had, I wouldn’t have come back,” you said slowly, staring into her eyes.

Her mouth opened, closed again; tears dropped from her eyes. You reached out to wipe them, but she swatted your hand away and once again stumbled towards the elevator.

And once again you followed her.

She reached the elevator, pressed angrily on the button. You leaned against the doors and watched her. She pretended not to see you, then turned abruptly and snarled, “Why are you still here? You can go back to motherfucking Greece or Italy for all I care. I don’t want you here.”

“Oh pumpkin,” you quipped, “we both know you’ll take me back.”

The elevator doors opened with a ding.

“You have no right,” Sally’s voice broke, her face crumpling, “to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused! You fucking left me!”

She rushed into the elevator, and for the first time you felt nervous. What if she meant it? What if she really didn’t want you back, what if she had learnt how to live without you? You had thought she wouldn’t, thought she couldn’t. But Sally was fierce, Sally was stubborn. But then again, Sally was starving for love. It didn’t even matter who it was; she would fall for anyone who looked at her fondly.

You slipped between the elevator doors before they had time to close.

“And you,” you said to Sally, voice growing angry again, “you had no right to ask me to sacrifice my life for you. It had to be my choice. And I had to leave in order to make it. But now I’m back.” Something changed in her eyes. Something softened, like night subsiding to gentle morning light, as understanding dawned on her. “I choose to sacrifice my life for you.”

Your voice broke. You shook your head, closing your eyes to hold back the tears you could feel burning under your eyelids. “If that can’t prove my love for you, then I don’t know what can.”

She didn’t answer. You opened your eyes. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she stared at you, eyes as black as coal, tears coating her face. You didn’t say anything more. She didn’t either.

With another ding the elevator doors opened on an empty corridor. Sally stumbled out, bumping her shoulder into yours, and stopped in front of the second door on the left. With one hand on the handle she stared at you, lower lip still trapped between her teeth. It took you a second too long. The doors of the elevator were already closing.

She had called you on your cell phone the day after you’d left. You hadn’t been able to understand her first few sentences for she had been choking on sobs, her throat full of bits of broken glass, but then you had made out her words when she had demanded where you were and come back at once and she would fucking kill you if you didn’t come back at once. You had hung up on her, hung up on the mess, and your phone had rung again and Sally’s voice had screamed something that sounded like “Did I ever mean anything to you or were you a fucking liar since day one” and something else that ended with “you bitch”.

“Leave me alone,” you had growled, and when your phone had rung again you had thrown it out the window.

Now the bits of broken glass were back in her throat as she let out a groan and threw herself at the elevator doors to prevent them from closing. But she was a second too late. You cursed, slammed the button to open the doors – ding, and then Sally was in your arms and her tears and spit were on your face.

It was a blur of blond hair and red lips and the taste of salt and alcohol, it was all a mess and all too harsh – you pinned her against the wall as her hands desperately roamed and tugged and pinched. Fingers pulling on your hair, fingers kneading your ass. You bit her lip and tasted blood.

And as she panted into your mouth you pressed her against your chest and felt her warmth slowly soothe that ache that tasted like her mouth and smelled like her skin.

“Mine,” she growled, or maybe sobbed. Her tongue darted out and licked up your cheek, collecting tears you had not even noticed were falling. “How I hated you,” she went on, voice breaking, “I could have killed myself if I hadn’t been already dead.”

You groaned, clasped her head between your hands and crashed your lips against hers.

“Mine,” she repeated. Her teeth sank into your tongue, and this time it was your blood that flowed into both your mouths, as if to seal a pact.

“Hold me,” she rasped in the dark, as if your body wasn’t already tangled with hers. Her tongue licked up your neck, hot and wet. You tightened your grip on her, one hand tugging on her hair and the other digging into her back.

“How many did you fuck while you were away?” Sally sobbed. With a groan you tilted your head to capture her lips with yours.

“Shut up,” you moaned into her mouth. She bit your tongue, somehow right on the wound she had made earlier, and you pulled away with a hiss of pain.

You rolled her on her back and kissed her again as another sob pushed out of her throat. “Are you going to leave again?” she whined, raking her fingers through your hair, tugging and pulling and making your skull sting.

“Never,” you groaned. “I told you.”

“So we’re staying trapped in here forever?”

“Together,” you rasped, burying your face so deeply into her chest that the eyes in the walls could no longer see you, only Sally’s face as it crumpled with despair and then her brow pushed up and it brightened with rapture. “Forever.”

#ahs #ahs imagines #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #sally mckenna #sally mckenna x reader #fics

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finnishcrimestory · 3 years

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Double murder in Lammi

On 25th of October 1958 a man named Aarre Lampinen had plans to go visit his 74 year old mother Aleksandra and 43 year old sister Eeva in their farm located in Lammi. He decided to call first, but when no one answered, he sensed something was wrong and hurried to the place with his car.

He arrived around 2 pm and noticed Aleksandra laying on the yard. At first he thought she had gotten some sort of a seizure, but very soon her horrible fate became clear to him. From inside the house he found Eeva laying on a puddle of blood. Both of them had been murdered with an edged weapon. Aarre soon called for a doctor and a rural police chief.

When the police arrived they immediately started to investigate. Important thing was to find out what the murder weapon had been. The police heard that from a house nearby an axe had went missing, but it’s not clear if that turned out to be significant. They also tried to figure out the exact time of the murder. On the fateful day, cows had already been milked but autopsy revealed that the victims hadn't yet eaten breakfast. Couple containers of milk were cooling in a bucket near the well.

(People investigating the well in hopes of finding the murder weapon.)

The police interrogated over 1 000 people, made some arrests and even one local farmer became a suspect. Later he was declared innocent. The investigation didn't really go anywhere and time passed. The family of Aleksandra and Eeva promised 150 000 Finnish marks to the one who would give the hint that would solve the case. It made many people contact the police but nothing important was revealed. Even some clairvoyants offered their help.

Revelation

In Spring 1961 a police was called to a house near Aleksandra’s farm to calm down an argument between a married couple. When the police asked what was the argument about, the woman, named Annikki told that it was about a bottle of liquor. Her husband however told that it was because he knew too much about the murder in Aleksandra’s farm. Later, Annikki tried to commit suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills. When she was hurried to the hospital, people were able to pick up some interesting things from her disorderly speech. These things led to the arrest of her 22 year old sister, Irma Vuorinen. She was interrogated for the first time on 25th of April 1961 in Rovaniemi, later also in Tampere.

Irma was from Lammi as well, but she had moved to Sodankylä, Lapland because she met her partner (from what I’ve understood they weren’t married) who apparently was from there. She had three children at the time of her arrest (two of them with her partner). On 24th of October 1958 she had came to Lammi to visit her family. At first she denied murdering Aleksandra and Eeva, but very soon she confessed.

First she explained that she had went to purchase eggs from Aleksandra and Eeva. She told she had taken this little axe with her because she wanted to cut some spruce branches, so they could later be put on a porch steps (if it’s icy outside they prevent people from slipping). Aleksandra didn’t sell her the eggs because Irma only had 260 Finnish marks and the eggs cost 300 Finnish marks. Irma tried to buy the eggs into debt, but Aleksandra denied this as well because Irma already owed her 3 000 Finnish marks. She also added that Irma was “tainted” because she had illegitimate children. According to Irma the speech had hurt her very much and she had gotten furious. Then she had fetched the axe from outside and hit Alexandra on the head with it. She murdered Eeva as well when she had told that she would tell everything to Aarre.

During the interrogation in Tampere, Irma changed her story. Now she told that she had went to borrow 10 000 Finnish marks from Aleksandra. When she had left around 10 am, she had took her father’s axe with her so that she could take the money any means necessary. She told she left the axe outside when she entered the house. After a while Eeva went outside and this is when Irma asked Aleksandra if she would loan the money. Aleksandra said she doesn’t have that much money. Irma went outside and fetched the axe. Aleksandra denied loaning the money to Irma multiple times, and then Irma decided to use the axe and hit Aleksandra with it. When Eeva had said the thing that she would tell Aarre, had Irma also hit her with the axe. After murdering them she rummaged through their cabinets looking for the money, but had to leave empty handed.

Irma left the house cutting through a forest. In the forest there was a small pond in which Irma washed her bloody hands. She also threw the axe in to the pond. Annikki told the police that Irma had been away all morning and when she came back she didn’t tell where she had been. She had the branches with her and she put them on the steps as she had planned. Annikki and their mother had also noticed some red stains on Irma’s dress. "Berry juice", was Irma’s response.

On the next day, the murders had already been discovered. According to Annikki, Irma had only laughed a bit when hearing about them. During that day, the police arrived to their house to interrogate them. Irma had been washing her clothes and told that she didn’t know anything about the murders. However, Annikki and their mother had already started to suspect Irma indeed had something do to with the murders. However they weren’t sure about it, which is why they didn’t say anything to the police. Irma then spent another week in Lammi and then left home to Sodankylä.

Everyone in Lammi and Sodankylä were shocked to hear who the murderer was. Irma had been living a completely normal life and hadn't told anyone about the case. Though, according to her partner from time to time she had seemed to be a little restless and had stayed up late just aimlessly walking around the house. Irma’s family was also very shocked. According to Annikki’s husband, Irma had always been cheerful and brisk, but when she got mad she got furious. "What could be the purpose for all of this?", cried Irma’s mother when the press interviewed her.

Trial

In June 1961 district court of Hollola sentenced Irma to penitentiary for life for two murders. She was also sentenced to lose her civic confidence forever. The court didn't believe Irma’s explanation that she had murdered the two women just on a whim. The court saw that she had went to the house with an axe to indeed borrow money, and she was determined to get the money, no matter what. Irma was also sentenced for attempt of robbery. The district court denied Irma’s plea to be mentally evaluated.

The sentencing was rare in Finland, as so was the murder itself. Irma became the fourth female inmate who was serving a life sentence. This sentencing however didn’t acquire legal standing and the case went to be handled in court of appeals. Now the mental evaluation was also conducted in Lapinlahti hospital. The shortened version goes as follows: “Irma is normal build, prone to lying and she doesn’t have emotional durability. She doesn’t use alcohol, but she is eager to get married. She is very particular of her appearance, but self-conscious and untrustworthy character. She is moody and she has strong affects. Her intellect is basic average level, IQ 90. Her understanding of reality breaks off easily. While committing the deed she wasn’t criminally responsible, nor was she mentally ill.”

In May 1962 the court of appeals of Turku sentenced her again. Irma couldn't be held criminally responsible. She was sentenced to 15 years in penitentiary and she lost her civic confidence for 15 years.

#true crime #finnish crime #lammin kaksoismurha #double murder #solved #historical murder

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emerald-echeveria-plant · 3 years

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Part 2 of the Au I made from earlier. I don't know what to call it:33

((Part 2 of ??))

Getting back the map

[Warning: Cursing, blood mention, cringey writing, and fighting]

//Baozhai slowly opens her eyes. She felt a little drowsy. Her head was spinning from the pain inflicted on her not too long ago. Baozhai was lying down in a hammock. She realized she was on the ship. In front of her was Octavia and Leonid.//

Octavia: Oh thank goodness, she's alive! I thought we lost you for a moment there..

Baozhai, groaning: uh.. what- whaat happened..? *Rubs the temples of her forehead*

Octavia: Don't you remember? Captain Haggis did a real number on your face a few hours ago.

Baozhai drowsy: I guess I remember that..

Octavia: Your nose was completely broken and you were struggling to breathe when we got you on board. Thankfully, I managed to fix it!

//Leonid interrupts by clearing his throat. He looked at the small cephalopid with a raised eyebrow.//

Octavia: Oh! How could I forget.. *nervously laughs* hehe, Leonid helped too by putting your nose back in place after I kinda messed up.. but uh at least you can breathe!

Baozhai: Octi. What's wrong with my nose?

Octavia, nervously: Well it's sorta.. um.. not bad I mean you look good! But uh-

Leonid, cutting her off: Yer nose is a little crooked.

Baozhai: WHAT?!

Octavia: It's honestly not that bad!

//Baozhai stands up from the hammock and walk towards a chest. She opens it then begins rummaging inside it. Baozhai manages to find a mirror. Her reflection showed her nose being crooked a bit to the left and the bottom of her nose being slanted upwards.//

Octavia, nervous: See I told you it wasn't that ba-

Baozhai, cutting her off: I'm going to strangle you to death if you don't SHUT UP!

Octavia:

Octavia: Honestly, you'd have a tough time considering I'm poisonous-

//Baozhai lunges at Octavia. Her hands already wrapping around she neck. Them, Archie came running downstairs to where the three other crewmates were.//

Archie: Captain says he needs everyone on deck now!

//Baozhai looked at Octavia. She pulls her hands away and wiped whatever poison off on her jacket.//

Baozhai: Guess you get to live another day. Ya' better make it count.

//Octavia nodded in response. Baozhai, Leonid, and Octavia walked upstairs on deck. The three of them noticed they were moving pretty fast. Captain Bonnet was steering the wheel of the ship. He had an furious expression on his face. Obviously it seemed that he was still upset about what happened a few hours ago. Meanwhile, Ironbeard was sharping his swords. Baozhai walked towards him.//

Baozhai: Hey Ironbeard, where are we going?

Ironbeard, looks at her: Captain Bonnet wants to get back his map that Haggis stole. He's pretty fired up so I wouldn't go bothering him if I were you.

Baozhai: So, he's finally getting revenge after all this time.. YES! FINALLY! I can't wait to bash some skulls in!

Ironbeard: Don't get your hopes up, we're only getting the map. Not slaughtering the entire crew.

Baozhai: Well, if I can't bash some skulls in... I'll just beat them so hard they'll go paralyzed >:)

Ironbeard: Alright, but while you do that make sure to get the map if you see it. That's the most important thing is getting the ma-

//Suddenly, the boat jolted. Both, Ironbeard and Baozhai fell of their feet. The two looked over to see another pirate ship next to the one they were one. On the other ship, stood Haggis and his first mate, Sao.//

Captain Haggis, teasingly: Bonnet, I didn't realize you held a grudge! I thought you were a "gentleman".

Captain Bonnet, furiously: GIVE ME BACK MY MAP OR I'LL TAKE YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE CREW DOWN TO DAVY JONES'S LOCKER!

Captain Haggis, smugly: How about I instead I keep the map and the rest of ye go find yourselves a merchant ship to steal from.

//A blast came out from one of the gunners of Bonnet's ship. It hit Haggis's ship, creating a hole in the lower decks. Haggis's eyes twitched with anger. How dare they put a mark on his ship! He unsheathed his sword and put it in the air.//

Captain Haggis: CHARGE!

//Both crews immediately lunged at each other. Jumping or swinging by a rope onto the other's ship. Baozhai aboarded Haggis ship. Sao was waiting for her and drew her sword.//

Sao: Well, if it isn't Baozhai.. you ready to take back what you said about me..?

Baozhai: Oh you mean when I called you Captain Haggis's little bitch? Oh course I take back what I said! I am so sorry... You're actually a one-eyed cunt.

Sao: Well at least my nose isn't fucked up!

Baozhai: >:000

//Sao immediately lunges herself towards Baozhai. The two women being to duke it out on the floor of the ship... Meanwhile, Bonnet was making his way towards Haggis.//

Captain Bonnet: You better give me back my map Haggis.. That treasure is mine for the taking!

Captain Haggis: Oh is it now? From what I recall whoever holds the map is entitled to the treasure and you don't have it!

Captain Bonnet: Oh I'm going to get back that map even if I have to lose a limb doing so!

Captain Haggis: Well, I'll assure you, you can have this map... OVER MY DEAD BODY!

//The two Captains clashed their swords together. Their faces mere inches from the other. They both had furious looks on their faces, with their eyes glaring at each other. With good reason too. One was angry that his map was taken and the other being pissed off that there was a hole in his ship. This was going to end very badly...//

Captain Haggis: I'm going to enjoy beating you to pulp for what you did to my ship..!

Captain Bonnet: Not if I beat you first!

//Bonnet headbutted Haggis in the face. Haggis fell backwards onto the ground below him. Bonnet got on top of him. He began searching the inner pockets of the other captain. Finally, he pulled out the map that was folded up tightly in one of his pockets. Haggis, seeing this, sliced Bonnet's hand with his sword. Bonnet yelped in pain, making him let go of the map. The map fell downwards where the rest of the crewmates were fighting. Fleance notices the map.//

Fleance, grabs it the moment he see it: Ah yes the map! I've got! I've got it! *Holds it up in the air*

//All the crewmates looked towards the pink robot. Almost immediately, Fleance realized his mistake. He shouldn't have brought attention to having the map...//

Fleance, nervously: um.. I'm screwed aren't I..?

//All the crewmates rushed towards Fleance. The jumped on top of the tiny robot in an attempt to snatch the map away from him. All it managed to do was make the map end up somewhere else... Throughout the chaos, the map somehow landed near the cabin boy, Billy Bones. The salamander (even though he looks like a snapping turtle) tried to reach for the map. A gunshot that almost shot off his hand, prevented him from doing so.//

Islay: Yer not getting that there map now you son of- wait... Billy?!

Billy: Islay..?

Islay: Billy, I haven't seen you in years! Where the hell have you been???

Billy: Where have I been? What about you??! Ye disappeared and I never saw you again!

Islay: I was kicked off the old ship we were on for being "too aggressive" remember..?

Billy: oh yeah.. I told you if you kept up that attitude, it was gonna catch up to ye in a bad way.

Islay: WELL ITS NOT MY FAULT OTHERS TRY TO INVADE MY PRIVACY! Askin me all these questions on how I'm feeling after my father died.. pfft.. FEELINGS ARE FOR PUSSIES!

Archie, running by: YOINK! *Snatches the map and runs away*

Billy, angrily: oh and now you made me lose the map.. thanks a lot!

Islay: Dumbass, you still had a lot of time to grab the map but you chose to talk to me. How is that my fault again???!

//Leaving the two arguing, Archie tries running towards Bonnet's ship. Unfortunately, someone grabbed him by one of his legs. Archie fell to ground with the map in his hand.//

Erik, teasingly: Aww, is the little weasel trying to get back to his mommy's house?

Archie: Yeah, back to your mom's house so I can fuck her!

Erik, holds a blade up to Archie's neck and chuckles: Yer gonna regret saying that you little shit..

//Archie sweats nervously as the blade gets closer and closer to his neck.//

Erik: Hand over that there map and I'll think about not shaving off all yer fur.

Archie: Alright, fine..! Here take it..

//Archie hands over the map to Erik. Erik take the map from Archie.//

Erik: Good choice lad-

//Suddenly, the map was snatched away from Erik's hand.//

Erik: what the?!

//It was none other than Octavia, swinging in a rope with the map in hand. Octavia smiled and wave at the crowd as she swung by. Her crew cheered her on, seeing this as the end of the fight over the map. Ironbeard, who had Sao pinned to a wall, noticed something that Octavia hadn't.//

Ironbeard: OCTAVIA LOOK OUT!

Octavia: what-

//Octavia landed face first into the mast of the ship. A bunch of "ows" and "ohs" followed. The blue-ringed octopus, slowly slid down the mast before falling backwards. Octavia laid passed out on the floor. The map slowly landing next to her. Not wanting Haggis's crew to get to it first, Baozhai ran towards the map. Her hand grabbing the map... Yet, just as she grabbed the map, another hand intertwined with hers at that exact moment.//

Baozhai: Get your grubby paws off of our-

//Baozhai cuts herself off seeing the person before her. It felt as though the whole world around her slowed down. Before her, kneeled a man with long brown hair. He had six yellow eyes that were piercing into her soul. The stranger looked of an unknown alien species that she had never seen before. Baozhai's pupils dialted and a red tint covered her cheeks. Her heart raced a bit when seeing the mysterious yet handsome stranger before her.//

Baozhai: Wow.. you look.. incredible.. 🥺❤️

//Not listening to what she said, the stranger proceeded to punch her in the face. Baozhai got knocked back from the punch. She landed a few feet away from the map. With her nose, once again, bleeding. The stranger picked up the map and stood up.

Octavia slowly awaking from being knocked out. She sees the map being taken by one of the Haggis's crew... For what seemed like the 100th time. She quickly stood up.//

Octavia: oh no you don't!

//Octavia grabbed the other end of the map that the stranger was holding. He tried to pull the map away from the cephalopid but her grip was on it tight. The two began a sort of tug a war with each other over the map. Octavia pulling on one end and the stranger on the other.

As expected, the map broke into two. A loud gasp erupted from both sides. Octavia looked at one of the pieces she had in her hand then back at the stranger. They looked equally as shocked but that shocked was quickly overtaken by anger. Before she could day anything, their captain came out.//

Captain Bonnet: RETREAT! NOW!

//Bonnet's crew looked at him. Some in confusion but soon realized why. Bonnet looked pretty beat up and he was holding his arm. It was clear that he was bleeding. His crew listened and ran back to their ship. Ironbeard helped Bonnet back to the ship while fighting off any of Haggis's crew off. Leonid picked up any of the passed out crewmates and carried them back to the ship. They all managed to get back on board and quickly sailed off.//

Captain Bonnet, groans in pain: is... Is everyone on board..? Dr. Oshima, I'm gonna need... some of your assistance..

Leonid: Yes, Captain, everyone's on board.. *takes a careful look at the captain* Christ, what happened to you??

Captain Bonnet, stretches: let's just say... Haggis didn't like the fact that I didn't put a hole in his ship... And for taking back my map! Now, where is it?

Octavia, shows Bonnet the torn piece of the map: Um, here it is captain..

//Bonnet takes the torn piece of map from Octavia. He inspects it a bit.//

Captain Bonnet: hm, it seems that you managed to get the piece to leads us to the end us the trail Octavia...

Octavia: Is that good or bad..?

Captain Bonnet: Well, I can manage to get us a route to the treasure by using the location of the stars on the map. They look pretty distinct in comparison to any other stars I've seen... I'll try to.. cross reference this... With..my globe..

//Bonnet fell to his knees and groaned in agony. There was an open, bleeding wound near his ribs. Octavia taking notice of this, quickly helped Bonnet up.//

Octavia: come here captain, let's go get you fixed up..

Captain Bonnet: Thank ya lass.. your so kind.

//Octavia helped Bonnet to his cabin. Meanwhile, Baozhai who woke up a few minutes ago had her crossed arms propped up against the ledge of the deck. Archie saw her and immediately walked over.//

Archie: Baozhai?? What the hell happened back there!?

Islay: He's right, what did happen?? Ye had the map in yer grasp and ye didn't even take it back to the ship! Ye just froze up like a bloody status!

Baozhai: ...

Baozhai, whispers: you should've seen him.

Islay & Archie, confused: What?

Baozhai: I said, you should've seen him.. how his hand met with mine. How he looked at me and how I looked at him.. It was wonderful..! I wish I could do it all over again!

Archie: ...

Archie: You wanna get punched in the face again?

//Islay smacks the lad on the back of the head.//

Archie, rubbing the back of his head: OW! Jeez Louise I was just joking...

Islay: Baozhai yer clearly in love... Which is a horrible thing and I suggest ye stop doing it before ye get hurt.

Baozhai, giggles: But I feel so bubbly and warm! Like I'm light on my feet with every step I take, my cheeks are glowing for the first in forever, and there's butterflies flutteirng around in my stomach..! How can you stop someone from feeling that way..?

Islay: With a ton of aspirin and alcohol. Now let's get ye some before ya start singing a cheesey love song about how ye want to admit yer feelings to him but yer to scared to do it.

Archie: Jeez, how do you know all that stuff Islay?

Islay: Personal experience.

//Islay grabs Baozhai by her arm. She starts leading the love stricken mess to the hold of the ship. With Archie following along.

Meanwhile, on Haggis's ship, the captain was "reprimanding" two of his crewmates. Both of them were covered in bruises and bleeding from their noses.//

Captain Haggis: IDIOTS! FOOLS!

//Haggis punched one of them in the stomach with all his strength. The crewmate groaned in pain.//

Captain Haggis: While this idiot was busy making conversation! The other moron couldn't even get a map out of that slimy, octopus's hands!

//Haggis grabbed the long brown hair of the crewmate, showing him off for his failure. The other crewmates looked furious at them and ashamed for them.//

Captain Haggis, threateningly: Got any idea on how we'll get back the other piece of the map, lad?

???: No captain..

//In response, Haggis punched him in the face. They fell to the floor next to the other crewmate. He held his cheek as he looked up at Haggis.//

Captain Haggis: Anyone else have an idea on how we'll get back that map??

//There was complete silence. Nobody knew how either. Until, one of the beaten up crewmates spoke up.//

Billy, groaning in pain on the floor: it's not like.. we can just.. *coughs* follow em' there..

//Haggis raised an eyebrow. Then got an idea after the salamander said that. The captain grinned with an open opportunity at sight.//

Captain Haggis: Yes.. Yes, that's what we'll do!

//Haggis turns to the rest of his other crew.//

Captain Haggis: We'll stay close behind em' but too close for them to notice! Then when we arrive, we kill every last one of them and take the treasure!

//The crew cheered with agreement to the plan.//

Captain Haggis: So let's set sail and prepare to chop off some heads!

//The crewmates cheered in agreement one last time before going to their different posts. A few untied the sails while others prepared weapons like flintlock pistols and swords for use. This time, they were going to make sure their opposing crew wasn't going to get away. Haggis turned to the two crewmates still on the floor.//

Captain Haggis: You two better not screw up this time.. Because I'll have yer heads mounted on pikes if ye fool around again.. Am I clear, Flint?

Flint: Yes captain, I won't let you down again..

To be continued...

((Captain Haggis, Sao, and Erik belong to @chaossmith2

Captain Bonnet, Leonid, Islay, Fleance, Archie, Baozhai, and Octavia belong to me

Also brief mention of Davy Jones! *Wink* @aalbliii *wink* 😉))

#finally an introduction to Flint!.#oh what's this?? Baozhai is in love with him?? 😱😱😱#and of course Islay and Billy arguing like an old married couple lol #oc insert #treasure planet #treasure planet au

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Teen Wolf Recc List: My Top Favourite!!!

A Non-Exhaustive List Of My Most Beloved Sterek Fics

(not even the good ones made it there, just My Favourite Ones)

@isthatbloodonhisshirt @someofusarequeer @grimreaperlover11 @offeringpeoplegumisnotcooking @samslave @namelessfanficreader @yes-yo-yum @sideeffectofthedrug @maia-nebula @citrustree @thegilewhodreamswhileawake @teen-wolf-reimagined @ohhoechyasss @theanarik @she-was-the-universe16 @stilesgrumpysourwolf @obscenitied @butimtheuglytwin @alienace

NUMBER ONE IN MY HEART !!!!!

Waiting

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

Words : 81015

Tags : Alpha Derek, Feral Derek, Magical Derek, Possessive Derek, Chosen As Yearly Sacrificed Caretaker Of The Beacon Hill Beast Stiles, Compassionate Stiles, Werewolves Are People, Respecting What And Who You Don’t Understand, Hale Line Is Connected To The Nemeton Who Is Connected To Beacon Hill, Jackson Is A Douche, Stiles Is Awesome https://archiveofourown.org/works/15503010/chapters/35989302

Number Two !!!!

Don't Savage The Messenger

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

Words : 172379

Tags : Werewolf Are Known, Sort Of, They Live In Separate Territories Humans Don’t Have Access To, Cold Racial War, Discrimination, Rape Threats, Non Sexual Endenture, Emissary Stiles, Just Amazing, Alpha Peters, But He’s good At It, Big Pack

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3943051/chapters/8837323

Number Three !!!

Home

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Words : 167178

Tags : Dead Sheriff, Derk and Peter are the Only Survivors of the Fire, Derek is the Alpha from the Start, Derek lives in a Mansion, Punch to the Freaking Guts, Emotionally Damaging, So Sad, Be Ready to Cry Your Heart Out, But Happy Ending, Will Leave Grief in Your Throat and Warmth in Your Heart, Masterpiece, Beautifull Fanarts, All The Feels, Very Intimate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3195734?view_full_work=true

Number Four !!!

With or Without You

Derek thinks that the mating rituals are overly romanticized bullshit, but claiming a mate and defending them from challengers is something werewolves do, and his pack can't afford to appear weak after the fire. Especially not when Deucalion and his friends are in town for the rituals. Enter Stiles Stilinski, who offers to let Derek claim him so he won't be overrun at the ceremonies. Nothing goes as expected.

Words : 62556

Tags : Alive Laura, Alpha Laura, Cora and Peter Are Alive, Mating Games, Think Mating Run But Hunger Games Version Without The Killing Each Other, Smart Stiles, Murder Mystery, Werewolf Politics, Werewolf Are Known, Action

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1070471/chapters/2148020

Number Five !!!

Sell Your Body to the Night

"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."

"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."

Words : 121553

Tags : Heartbreak, Dead Sheriff, Prostitute Stiles, Stiles Is Not A Victim, Stiles Is Not Your Pretty Woman Waiting For Richard Geer, Stiles Will Save Money Then Himself, But He Doesn’t Have To, Derek Know Who He Is, One Bad Decision Per Month, Lots Of Sex And Grief, Kinky Kinks Who Kink, Aliva Laura, Alpha Laura https://archiveofourown.org/works/2838161/chapters/6366899

There's Monsters at Home

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

Words : 83600

Tags : Kind Of Five Times But Each Times Is Long, Alpha Derek, Failwolf Derek, Badass Magical Stiles, Older Stiles Than In The Show But The Others Have The Same Age

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1730159/chapters/3689288

One Dollar Yoda

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

Words : 10578

Tags : Humour, Spark Stiles, Werewolves Are Known, Reluctant Courtship

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4797854/chapters/10980425

Darling It Is No Joke

The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper.

Words : 13250

Tags : Stiles is a little shit, So is Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/399194

Lock All The Doors Behind You

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

Words : 25960

Tags : Feral Derek ; Early seasons

https://archiveofourown.org/works/522776

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK -- Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Words : 35197

Tags : Pack Feels ; Early seasons but No Peter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/822737

Every Step You Take

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

Words :49347

Tags : Foced Bonding, Derek and Stiles do NOT like it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/454948?view_full_work=true

All you're giving me is friction

Stiles is Alpha bait

Words : 4707

Tags : Funny, Possessive Derek, The Alpha Pack is full of Hot Young Men who Want To Steal Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/522549

Fly a Little Faster

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Words : 32052

Tags : Accidental Time-Travel with a dash of tragedy and a dash of humour, Peter is a Lying Liar Who Lies

https://archiveofourown.org/works/900839

Prince Among Wolves

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

Words : 101 000

Tags : Werewolves Are Known, Nanny Stiles, Businessman Derk, Cold Derek at First, Derek work All the Times But For Good Reasons, Kate is the Children’s Mother, Trans Child, Derek is Middly Transphobic at First, Learning to Become a Parent, Credible Children (not impossibly developped and sassy yet don’t know how to speak english)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/538425?view_full_work=true

Electricity In the Contact

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Words : 27067

Tags : Scent-Marking, Fake/Pretend, Mates, Knotting, Funny

https://archiveofourown.org/works/664623/chapters/1213111

Don't Worry Baby

"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

Derek doesn't respond.

Words : 20276

Tags : Prostitute Stiles Turned Kept Boy, Fucked-Up Derek Who Need A Boyfriend, Porn & Feels, Knotting, Possessive Derek, Lot of Soft Feels, Good Friend Scott

https://archiveofourown.org/works/639852

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!” Derek raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress. Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.” (Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

Words : 7 799

Tags : Humans AU, Office AU, Funny

https://archiveofourown.org/works/570582

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Words : 118749

Tags : Sherif Moved In BH Whiles Stiles Was In College, Stiles Is Just Here For The Summer, Alive Laura, Derek Is The Alpha From The Start, The Nemeton is Connected to The Town, Near Eveyone In BH IS In The Known, The Town Is Pack, Magic, Made Of Awesome

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1881024/chapters/4052355

Five Times the Sheriff Found Derek Hale in His Son's Bedroom

There's a pattern Sheriff Stilinski just can't ignore.

Words : 3525

Tags : What the Title Said, Humour

https://archiveofourown.org/works/520371

By Any Other Name

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Words : 33090

Tags : Both Stiles And Derek Get Amnesia, They Make Assumptions About Who They Were, Action

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BrilliantRecs/works/566258

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This?

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

Words : 196127

Tags : Not Crack, Serious And Real Issues With Impriting, Derek Is Seriously A Creep At First, This Is Not Cute But Scary, Alive Hale, Cop Derek, College Student Stiles, Mates, Stackson BroTP, Scott and Stiles Meet In College, Really Good, Not Twilight Level of Writing, Better

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18650299/chapters/44228674

Pack Wars

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Words : 158626

Tags : Kidnapping Taken Lightly By The Captors But Not The Kidnapee, Angst And Humour, Pack Dynamics, Learning When You Think You’re Going To Teach A Lesson

https://archiveofourown.org/works/641269/chapters/1162823

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

Words : 22322

Tags : Pack-Mom Stiles, Pack Feels, Stiles And Erica Are Bro, Derek Doesn’t Know How To Do Feelings, Post Seeason 2 So Jackson Is There

https://archiveofourown.org/works/529219

Divided We Stand

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Words : 156742

Tags : Lenghty, Plotty, And It’s A Serie, If You WAnt To Be Occupied For Days Here You Are, Werewolf Are Know, Searching Ceremonies, Mate, Alive Hale, Pack Dynamics, Den Maker Stiles, Antagonisitc Talia, She Will Come Around But At The End, Sass Master Peter, Courtship, Detective Stiles, Seriously, Such A Good Serie, So Much Plot, Very Interesting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/877251/chapters/1686486

Love Runs Wild

"You've got a hickey on the back of your neck!" A Neckz 'n Throats story.

Words : 9494

Tags : For Those Who Are New To TW Fandom Or Lived Under A Rock, Neck’n Throat is An AU Fanon Porn Mag Targeted Toward Werewolf Audience, And It’s Awesome, Possessive Derek, Model Derek, Model Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/771875

Mated

Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn't like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale.

Words : 37712

Tags : Necks ‘n Throat, Model Derek, Model Stiles, Past Exploitation, Past Offscreen Torture And Rape, Kate Argent Is Her Own Warning, Jackson And Lydia And Scott and Allison And Stiles Are All Friends, Derek Is A Hale Outcast, Alive Hale, Laura Is A Good Sister But A Forcefull One, Angst And Humour, The Best Revenge Is life Lived Well, Leaping Wall Of Love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/781844?view_full_work=true

My Heart Comes Tumbling Down

"This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome." In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito ruins it all.

Words : 5689

Tags : Assumption, Discrimination Toward Hot People, Stiles Think Being A Hot Man Makes You Automatically A Player And He’s Wrong, Stiles Discover Sex, Derek Discover Feelings Again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/781057

Love So Hard, It Could Rip My Heart Out

Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn't speaking to him, so he's going to make some bad decisions. He's seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he's thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He'll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he'll wrap his arms around him and he'll know it's a bad choice, but it's his, and Derek is here when no one else is.

Words : 7552

Tags : Stiles Think Being A Hot Man Makes You Automatically A Player And He’s Wrong, Stiles Discover Sex, Derek Discover Feelings Again, Stilinski Family Feels, Angst But Hopefull Ending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15387474

Single Parent, Multiple Problems

Derek tries really hard to do the right thing, Stiles thinks Derek's idea of the right thing is the wrong thing, and John does his best to help.

"Is, uh--is Stiles home?" Hale is staring at the ground and his shoulders are so tense that John's tempted to say 'Boo!' just to see what'll happen.

Words :

Tags : Developping Sterek, Parenting Is Hard, Sheriff Is An Awesome Dad, Middle Of Season 2 But Melissa And John Know About Werewolves, Consent Is Sexy, Building Trust And A Relationship Before Sex

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1161275

Derelictions of Duty

No one wants to be the bearer of bad news to someone as nice as Sheriff Stilinski -- especially when he's your boss. That's why none of his employees want to be the first one to tell him about the scandalous goings-on between his only son and the former murder suspect Derek Hale. For all of their sakes, hopefully the Sheriff will find out all on his own...

(Or, 5 times a Beacon County Sheriff's Office employee witnesses the unique relationship between Stiles and Derek but neglects to tell the Sheriff and 1 time he witnesses it for himself.)

Words : 10846

Tags : Outsider POV, Mistaken For Being In A Relationship, Humour, Sheriff Is An Awesome Dad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/576645

Scent Marking For Dummies

Stiles is almost used to being chased around the school by werewolves at this point. Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.

Words : 8824

Tags : What The Tile Said, If Scent-Marking Is Your Kink, Go For it, Humourous Situations, Obvious Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/702564

That Which You Cannot Undo

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

Words :28182

Tags : Lydia And Stiles Friendship, Orphan Stiles, Stiles Is Adopted By Lydia’s Moms, Magic Stiles, Single Parent Stiles Of His Goddaughter, Familial Love Curse, Dead Peter, Sweet Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1248274

Wolf in the House

“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”

Words : 33481

Tags : Trauma Induced Tansformation, Actual Wolf Derek, Unable to Speak or Rationalize Derek, Derek’s POV, Stilinski Family Feels, Pack Dynamic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3992896

The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down

It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.

Words : 31661

Tags : Alive Laura Hale, Actual Wolf Derek, Humour And Angst

https://archiveofourown.org/works/634774/chapters/1149039

Little Wild Animal

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

Words : 61036

Tags : Extinct Humans, Feral Stiles, Kind Derek, Alive Hale, Gender Fluid Child

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3904933/chapters/8738758

Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology

Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch.

The war begins.

Words : 19773

Tags, Humour, Post Season 3A, Gifts War

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1817704

You Don't See Straight

Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC's.

Words : 174981

Tags : Werewolf Community, Rape, Non Consensual Bonding, Non Consensual Mating Run, Xenophilia, Knotting, It Fuck Stiles, Derek Is Fucked Up Too, Big Paragraphs With Not A Lot Of Space, But It’s Good, Definitely Original

https://archiveofourown.org/works/441012?view_full_work=true

Crash Landers

In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

Words : 31173

Tags : Stiles Leaves Derek A Fake Parking Ticket And It Kind Of Get Away From HIm, Epistolary But Not Formally So, Senior Year Of High School Post Season 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/539061

Actions Speak Louder than Words

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

Words : 434619 !!!!!!!!

Tags : Supernatural Are Known, Spark Stiles, Orphan Stiles Alpha Derek, Mute Derek, Cursed Derek, Dead Sheriff, Imprisonement, Stackson Brotp, Cora And Peter Are Alive, Stress Inducing, Badass Long Fic, Longest Completed Sterek Fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21906259/chapters/52286296

You are the Moon

Stuff Stiles doesn’t like to deal with first thing: hot, moist dog breath in his face, a cuddly werewolf creepifying his perfectly normal morning wood with shades of bestiality, and his dad holding his service revolver up against the skull of his bedmate, never mind the fact that his bedmate could possibly be a vicious unhinged rogue omega.

Words : 10055

Tags : Alive Laura, Werewolves Are Known, Derek Is Though To Be Dead, No Sense Of Personal Boundaries Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/515616

Then You Think Again

"Holy crap! Why the hell did you lie to incredibly powerful magical beings with trust issues? How was that Plan A?"

Derek says, "We're not arguing about this, it's already done."

"Like hell we're not fighting about this," Stiles says, indignant. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking it was worth the risk if it kept you alive! And it worked, so drop it."

"You had no idea that it was going to work!" Stiles throws his hands up. Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life? "Why did they even believe you in the first place?"

Derek says, "You reeked of me," which is unfair. Stiles only smelled because he'd gotten covered in Derek's bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.

Words : 22552

Tags : Hags, Hags Made Them Do It, The Forced Bonding I mean

https://archiveofourown.org/works/566131

Bogarted

Alternate Title: "Dick Failwolf, Private Eye."

(Or, Derek's hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)

Words : 3126

Tags : Bottom Derek, Top Stiles, Truth Curse, Failwolf Derek, Fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/696371

On Building an IKEA Den for an Alpha Werewolf.

Senior Prom is coming up, and Stiles doesn't have a date. Additionally, Derek has an unfurnished apartment, and no one to take him to IKEA.

Words : 13892

Tags : Pack Mom Stiles, House Making, Failwolf Derek, Cute, Domestic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/527100/chapters/933196

The Alexandrian Solution

"I accept your body!" Stiles says hurriedly. "I accept you. Sexually."

There is a pause. Derek says, "Thanks."

Words : 5317

Tags : Knotting, Derek Didn’t Know It Was Possible, Humour, Fun Sex With Feels

https://archiveofourown.org/works/489654

Father Knows Best

Sheriff Stilinski has finally figured out the cause of the rift between them: his son's gay, and he's effectively cut that line of communication. Being the good father that he is, he tries to make sure Stiles knows that he can tell him anything, especially about Derek Hale. Their wires seem to have gotten crossed somewhere.

Words : 5984

Tags : Humour, Miscommunication, Sheriff Love His Queer Son

https://archiveofourown.org/works/574959

Things To Do On The Dates You Aren't Having

"So are we dating now or what?" Stiles asks the third time he finds himself doing the obligatory postcoital cuddling with a certain sour wolf.

Words : 5557

Tags : Humour, Stiles Bullied Derek Into Dating, Jackson in an Ahole And Lydia Is A BAMF

https://archiveofourown.org/works/406485

we can take our time

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

Words : 17476

Tags : Cops Stiles And Derek, A/B/O, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, That’s How Consent Is Done And Respected, Very Real Thoughs On What Consent Is And How It Works In An A/B/O Setting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9965375?view_full_work=true

Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile

"Stiles shouldn't accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores." In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

Words : 39275

Tags : Zombie Apocalypse, Omega Stiles, Heat, Road Trip Of Survival

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2697935?view_full_work=true

Help Wanted

Nice things begin to happen to Derek Hale and it kind of freaks him out.

Words : 15593

Tags : What The Title Said, Classic Good Teen Wolf

https://archiveofourown.org/works/533677

Come Fly With Me (Or Don't)

Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn't seen since high school but really doesn't mind getting reacquainted with.

Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.

Words : 15319

Tags : Good Old Stucked In An Airport AU Because Of The Weather, Human AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/609537

The Chase

Derek's fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn't catch an omega this time. He's starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.

Words : 10435

Tags : Mating Run, Werewolf Everyone, Knotting, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/848435

pretty in tents

Even though he’s making fun of it, Stiles thinks the whole thing sounds awesome and, like most stuff these days, the experience is going to be totally wasted on Scott.

Words : 7657

Tags : Fake/Pretend Relationship, Werewolf Politics/Culture, Pack Dynamic, Stiles Is Awesome

https://archiveofourown.org/works/543994

In Desperate Times

Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he's in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.

Words : 3454

Tags : What The Title Said, Awkward And funny, Those Two love Each Other Even If It Would Cut Them Up To Say So

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1391083

Whatever Works

The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.

Words : 61929

Tags, Asexual Derek, Aromantic Peter, Sexual And Romantic Stiles, Soul Mates, Not WHat You Expected But They Make It Work, Rich Hale, Just The Kids And Peter Are Alive, Corporate Thriller, Stiles Is Awesome, Peter Is Smart, Derek Is A Sweeheart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5943391/chapters/13665637

ADHDecaf

Stiles is 25 and runs his own coffee shop. Derek doesn't know this. Derek, a mechanic, thinks that Stiles is 17 and jail-bait.

Misunderstandings ensue.

Words : 2765

Tags : Pining, Stiles Looks Young, Idiots Crushing On Each Other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1541012

This is Ridiculous

There's a unicorn in Beacon Hills. A fricken' unicorn. In fricken' Beacon Hills, California. And it turns out that unicorns aren't drawn towards virgins in a happy-go-lucky let-me-lay-my-not-at-all-metaphorical-horn-in-your-lap way. No. They kill them. And guess who's the only virgin idiotic enough to get sucked into the Beacon Hills supernatural scene? Stiles, that's who.

Words : 35818

Tags : What The Summary Said, Freaking Evil Unicorns, Crack Yet Not

https://archiveofourown.org/works/541020/chapters/961691

The Scientific Method

Stiles’s life was so much easier before his BFF got super powers. “But, so, werewolves have super strength, right? And super speed. And better vision, and better muscle control, and healing powers, and stuff. And some of that’s probably, like, genetic, if you can be born a werewolf. Right?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. From the perplexed look on his face, he doesn’t yet know where Stiles is going with this. “So?”

“So what if you have condom-defeating supersperm?”

Stiles has a lot of research to do. He decides Derek's kitchen is the place to do it. Derek probably regrets giving him a key.

Words : 5947

Tags : What The Summary Said, Crack Yet Not, Hilarious, Stiles Does Research

https://archiveofourown.org/works/762878

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found)

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

Words : 25025

Tags : Emotional Healing, Derek Leaves Beaacon Hill After Season 3, Stiles Leaves After High School, Sad Boys But The Are Going To Get Better, Melancholy In A Beautifull Setting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4880440

Outrun Your Ghosts

When Derek Hale arrives at the Beacon Hills Young Adult Rehabilitation Center, he plans on keeping his head down and serving the rest of his time in minimum security peace. Stiles Stilinski changes all of that.

Words : 19148

Tags : Rehab, No Werewolves, Stiles Is Still Sort Of Magic But Everyone Think He’s Mental, Derek Is Accused Of Kate’s Crimes, Everyone In Rehab, Scott And Allison Met At Anger Management Issue Anonym, Jackson Is Here Because He’s A Douche, Patient Abuse, Harris Is The Worst Everywhere

https://archiveofourown.org/works/535679

When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear

There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.

Words : 7817

Tags : Christmas Memories, Found Family, Pack Mom Stiles, The Boyd And Reyes Are Actually Include In Pack Big Gets Together, Seasonal Feels

https://archiveofourown.org/works/607336

What Goes Around

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”

It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.

Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

Words : 71451

Tags : Dead Sheriff, Dead Hale, Dark Vengeancefull Kid Stiles, Dark Vengeancefull Peter, Murder Spree, Yet Found Family, Stiles Thinks He’s Robin To Peter’s Batman, More Or Less Good Peter, No Completly Moraly Bankrupt, Still Pretty Dark, We’re Talking About Acomplice Murder At Ten Years Old, Smart Stiles And Peter, Derek Hang On For The Ride

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13560651/chapters/31118688

How far do I have to go to get to you

Stiles never knows if it's worse when Derek Hale steps out of the shadows or when he slinks back into them; either way, Stiles never expected to have this many feelings about his stupid old yellow owl shirt.

Words : 5189

Tags : Gaming, Teenagers, Derek Is Tragic But Catching Up On Late Teen Years

https://archiveofourown.org/works/509020

Fire, Fury, and Flame

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Words : 124597

Tags : Accidental Virginal Pregnancy, Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek Making The Best Of It, Derek Is Running From His Past, Half Feral Derek, Action, Plot, Angst Love And Badassery, Stilinski Love Each Other, Sheriff Is An Awesome Dad, So Good, Making Family, Falling In Love, Secret Werewolf Compound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3949369?view_full_work=true

Present

When Stiles's best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. It was front-page news, there were reporters outside his house asking him questions, and people at school stared and kept their distance or interrogated him mercilessly. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains -- which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn't even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked.

A year later, he presents too.

Words : 112399

Tags : Not Always Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, Turned Werewolves Scott And Stiles, Werewolves Are Known, Human/Sup Segregation, Stiles Hates Derek Guts At The Start, Like Hates Him, Then Resent Him, Then Become Okay, So Slow-Burn Feels

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7946893/chapters/18168928

Like the Sun Holds the Moon

Stiles is an omega, and he's supposed to be obedient. He's supposed to mate with the stranger chosen for him and quietly disappear. He's not supposed to talk to alphas, or have sex, or fall in love. Then he meets Derek Hale. Obedience was always overrated, anyway.

Words : 118155

Tags : A/B/O Dystopia, Racism, Sexism, Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, Omeaga Are The Lowest Of The Low But Still Too Good For Werewolf, Forbidden Love, Running Away Together, Sheriff Is A Good Father, Mpreg, Childbirth, Parenthood, Omea Rehabilitation Center, Imprisonment, Minnor Character Suicide, Short Non-Con Elements, Forced Kate/Stiles In Chapter 14, Fighting Back, Smart Stiles, So Good Derek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5442803/chapters/12578702

Break the Lock If It Don't Fit

"Do you know what just happened?" Peter asked, frowning. "Do you know what Derek did?"

"He dislocated my shoulder," Stiles snapped, but Peter just arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by that answer.

Words :12738

Tags : Pack Dynamic, Domestic Violence, What Derek Did Was Not Romantic Sexy Or In Anyway Okay, He Apologised And Will Do Better

https://archiveofourown.org/works/504532

Theory of Overprotective Canines

Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

Words : 11798

Tags : What The Summary Said, Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining, Actual Wolf Derek, Smart Derek, Possessive Derek, Obvious Stiles, Succesfull Cohabitation Come From Compromise

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4613304

A Simple Life

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton's magic powder, and his plans change.

Words :13763

Tags : Actual wolf Derek, Fox Stiles, Not A Werefox But A True Fox, Magical Powder Thanks To Deaton

https://archiveofourown.org/works/749767?view_full_work=true

A Very Special Mention For A Technically Steter Fic But It’s WIP And SUPER Long So We’re Not There Yet

Consider it Gen !!!

It’s Awesome ! Check It Out !

Fanart !

We Don't Need Grace

The only reason Stiles and Finstock even met was because the Sheriff needed someone to wear his kid out. Countless clubs and sports turned Stiles away, and the alcoholic gym owner with a foul mouth and crazy hair was the Sheriff’s last hope. What started as an awkward arrangement would become an incredible journey full of gymnastics, blue ribbons, and gold medals.

Family isn’t always blood, sometimes it’s finding someone at the right time. Sometimes family is a hyperactive kid who hangs around the gym and his coach who takes his coffee with whiskey.

Otherwise known as The Olympics AU.

Words : 53905

Tags : Uncharacteristically Bad Father Seriff But Bob Finstock Make Up For It, Sheriff Is Too Preoccupied with His Wife And Don’t Understand His Son, Alive But Of Fragile Health Claudia, Bright Stiles, Stiles Keep On Being Happy, Stiles Wants To Be Spiderman But Will Make Do With Gymnast, Bob Finstock Is Made Of Awesome, Sport !!!, Olympics !!!, Found Family, Good Bobby, Allison And Kira Apparition

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19621804/chapters/46529518

How could I forget this one?!!?!

It’s a fancomic! It’s awesome! It’s long! It’s sweet!

You haven’t lived until you’ve read it!!!

Seed Wolf!

Stiles finds a mysterious packet of seeds one day called 'Seed Wolf'. He doesn't expect anything to grow from them, maybe a flower or something to replace his beloved (and deceased) cactus Bertrand.

What grows from the little seed is surprising.

Words: Zero, obviously. But it’s really long

Tags: Awesome cuteness, Dying of cute, Thumbellina trope, Anthropomorphic animoid plant people, manga style, so sweet, fluffy tails, soulmates

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2788907

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CHAPTER 9 - Light

Words count: 5 000 + Warnings: cursing, hints of sex Author’s note: 1) I am sorry for The Queen references, it was not planned at all but I got carried away 2) Chiara has Ethan saved as “Jonah” in her phone, because she always forgets her phone at nurse’s station and E.R. and Donahue’s, everywhere, and so to decrease the chance of exposing them, it’s Jonah 3) I didn’t check the mistakes yet, so I am sorry for them. ENJOY!

------------- LIGHT ------------

For the first time ever, their lips met in a kiss that didn’t taste like regrets, doubts and sorrow.

For the first time ever they kissed with hope and promises and happiness.

Their lips met in a newfound feeling of odd security, something that has never happened before, as the threat of regrets always hung over their heads. The kiss started out as almost shy, Ethan’s lips brushing Chiara’s ever so softly, afraid of ruining the sacred moment if he allowed his yearning to take a full lead. But soon it was Chiara who opened her mouth slightly, inviting him to make sure that she still tasted like the Chiara he kissed at Mass Kenmore all those months ago.

The concept of time long forgotten by the couple of doctors as they discovered their new normal, kissing until the air around them changed, until the heat their bodies produced was enough for them to finally break the connection. With their cheeks flushed, hair dishelved, the buttons of Ethan’s shirt undone, they looked at each other intensively while catching their breaths.

„I think we should stop here,“ Ethan broke the silence at last.

„Are you already stepping back?“ Chiara asked with a teasing smile, which was supposed to hide her tremendou fear that Ethan actually was stepping back.

He chuckled at the question and took her hands into his, slowly running his thumb along her knuckles.

„I screwed up a lot in the past. I simply want to make things right this time. And taking you here at my couch when two hours ago I didn’t believe you would ever want to forgive me again, that doesn’t feel right. We still have a conversation to make. And I would like to at least make you a dinner before we take the… next step.“

„Good old fashioned lover boy, huh?“ she couldn’t help but tease him again.

„Are you seriously quoting Queen on me now? You know I am Under Pressure.“

„You know Queen lyrics?“ she laughed and decided to continue the little game. „That is, indeed, Miracle.“

„You underestimate me, Rookie. The show must go on.“

„Oh, Ramsey, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into with this little Queen references competition. My dad loved Freddie Mercury. I know every single lyrics. Don’t stop me now.“

„I am afraid I have to. We seriously need to talk. But you are still my Killer Queen,“ he smiled as he kissed her forehead.

He leaned back into to couch, pulling Chiara towards him, until her head rested on his lap and he could play with her hair. Her hands rested in her own lap, fingers nervously fidgeting at the thought of another serious talk. No matter how hard she tried to trust him completely, the little part of her was simply too afraid to do so. Tha little part expected to hear that it was a mistake and they needed to be professional again.

Ethan observed Chiara’s furrowed brows and her slightly shaking hands and how she kept biting her lower lips and he hated himself, knowing that she was this nervous because of him. Because he hurt her and left her and pushed her away so many times, that she couldn’t trust him fully anymore. He hated every part of his own self and he knew he deserved the hate.

„As I said previously, I want to make things right this time, Chiara. Which means that we need to talk even about uncomfortable things and that I want to stand by your side every step of the way and that I never want to hurt you again. Never in my life have I felt this way, not with Marial, not with Harper, never. And honestly, Chiara, it terrifies me. These feelings, I am so scared. I have always believed that I know who I am, that nothing can surprise me anymore and then you walked into Edenbrook and… well, I was fucked. I found out that I couldn’t recall who I was anymore, because I was changing and as a man who hates change, I fought it all I could. Until I could. And I can’t anymore, I can’t fight against you, but this new reality, it still scares me.“

His voice was trembling now, thick with emotion. He wanted to say so much more, he wanted to tell her how sorry he was that she had to deal with this broken piece of man, that he knew he would hurt her again despite his best efforts to not to. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. So desperately did he wish he could just express how he felt, but all the words got stuck in his throat and so he just stared at the black screen of television in front of him and hated himself even more.

Chiara wasn’t staring at the ceiling anymore, rather watching Ethan’s expressions as he finished his speech. She reached his left cheek with her hand and caressed him softly.

„I am here, Ethan. No matter how scary it gets, I am here, okay? You don’t need to tell me everything now. Or ever, for that matter. I know.“

Finally he looked down at her and the intensity of compassion in her stare made him want to cry.

How did I ever deserve a woman like you?

He cupped her hand on his cheek and leaned into her touch, closing his eyes to compose himself.

Clearing his throat to make sure he wouldn’t actually start crying, he decided to start the uncomfortable conversation.

„I want to be with you, Chiara. With my whole being, I wish to be with you. But your career is only starting and you are more than just brilliant doctor. You are destined to be the best one of your generation.“

He felt Chiara tense in his lap as she opened her mouth to fight him.

„Just let me say this, okay?“ he stopped her before she could say anything. „Being with you is not illegal. It’s not even fobidden and we both know that Naveen would never disapprove of our relationship. It’s unprofessional and probably unethical, but that doesn’t matter. If we decided to go public, it wouldn’t cost you – or me – the job at Edenbrook. And as someone who has worked there for eleven years now, it would hardly affect me anyhow. But you, Chiara, your reputation…“ Ethan ran his free hand through his hair before continuing. „At the moment, everyone at the hospital knows that you are amazing doctor. Fellow residents, nurses, even attendings, they respect you, because you earned it. But if they find out about us, no matter how hard you worked to earn that respect, it will be forgotten. You will be the resident that’s dating Dr. Ramsey and therefore gets the special treatment. And nobody would give a damn about the fact that I am harder on you than on anyone else. Nobody would care, because rumours are rumours and all the respect that you earned, it would be gone. I don’t care what they have to say about me, but you are young and promising and I can’t let my need to be with you officially stand in the way of your progress. Obviously, I am not letting you go either and so one of the options is for us to be in a secret relationship until your residency is over.“

Chiara raised her eyebrow at him and asked: „One of the options? I don’t think there are any other options.“

„Of course there are. I get that keeping this a secret will be hard, that it wouldn’t be the relationship you deserve. So if you are not willing to do that, which I absolutely understand, I will transfer into another hospital.“

„What?“ Chiara all but shouted and abruptly sat up, looking at him with wide eyes. „You would never do that. Edenbrook is the best hospital in Boston. It’s your life. You belong to Edenbrook.“

„I like to think that I belong to you, Chiara,“ he smiled. „Yes, Edenbrook has been my life for the past eleven years, but it’s caring about the patients that brings me joy, not the hospital itself. And there are patients in other hospitals in Boston. Nothing in Edenbrook makes me feel as happy as you do, Dr. Ray. Just say a word and I’ll be gone.“

Since when are you such a softie, Ramsey?

„That would be so stupid, Ethan. It’s just a year and half until my residency is over. I think we are both capable of keeping things secret for that long. Iť’s not like we would make out in the waiting room anyway.“

Ethan let out a whole-hearted laugh, tension leaving his shoulders. He was serious when he said that he would leave Edenbrook because of her, but knowing that she didn’t want him to, that she respected his career as much as he respected hers, brought him soothing sense of relief.

„There is one thing, though,“ Chiara said. „I am okay with keeping things secret with most people, but if it’s alright with you, I feel the need to tell my friends. My roommates and Bryce. They are the people I trust with my life and I know that they would never spread the rumours. It would be much easier for me if they just knew, if I didn’t have to make up excuses about where do I spend my evening or a weekend. But only if it doesn’t bother you.“

Ethan shrugged, not surprised by her suggestion. Her friends were her supporting net and ever since the accident, he could see just how much they meant to each other. And for that, he was happy.

„I honestly believe that they already have their ideas about us. If you trust them, then it’s okay by me.“

Chiara smiled at him and raised from his lap, so that she could kiss him. With one hand on the back of his neck she straddled him, her free hand drawing teasing circles on his bare chest. His grip on her hips got stronger and his resolution to make it right this time was slowly decreasing with every swirl of her tongue in his mouth.

„Do you want to stay a night?“ he whispered when he pulled back, his voice raspy.

Chiara laughed softly and shook her head, wanting to ask him if he would cook the dinner now, so that they could finish what has been started.

„Sienna would go crazy with fear if I didn’t come home tonight and I don’t want to tell her I am staying with you through the phone. They all have a day off tomorrow, I’ll tell them at brunch we have planned.“

„Yes. Sure. That’s… reasonable. I am working tomorrow, but I have a free Sunday, so what do you say about me picking you up tomorrow evening, making you a dinner and you staying here for the night and then on Sunday?“

„That definitely sounds like a plan,“ she grinned and crashed his lips with hers once again.

The brunch was reaching its end, all the spinach quiche has been eaten, mini chocolate tarts made by Sienna in the hands of young doctors and Chiara still couldn’t find her courage to tell them. By the look Sienna gave her last night when she got home, Chiara knew that she was waiting for some kind of explanation and as much as she trusted them to be supportive and happy for her, she felt extremely nervous to drop this bomb.

„Guys, I.. uhm, well.. I kinda have to tell you something. I’ve got some news.“

„Are you moving out?“ Jackie raised her eyebrow.

„Don’t tell us you are transferring to Mass Kenmore too,“ Elijah added.

Chiara laughed and looked at Sienna, who – with a smug smile on her face – nodded softly, sign of encouraging her to simply say it.

„No, I am not moving out and I am not transferring. It’s about Dr. Ramsey.“

„What about him? Is he transferring?“ Elijah gasped again, eyes wide with shock.

„You really haven’t gotten past my transferring E, have you?“ Aurora chuckled.

„He is not,“ Chiara took a deep breath. „Last night he gave me a ride home from the party and we had a chance to talk about… lot of things and we decided to give it a shot. To give a relationship a shot, I mean. We have had feelings for each other for some time now and he never wanted us to be more than collegues but now he kinda changed his mind? However, it needs to be a secret until I am an attending, but I needed to tell you because I can’t keep secrets from you and I love you and I just want you to know that I am dating Ethan Ramsey.“

She expected them to be shocked. Maybe to tease her. She expected the long stunned silence she knows from movies. Despite her hope, she even expected them to be angry or to despise her. What she didn’t expect was their soft laughter and Jackie’s question: „Okay, and now the news? I thought you wanted to share some news with us.“

„That is the news!“ Chiara exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

„Oh,“ she breathed out and then added. „I think I am saying this for all of us Chiara – coming clear with your feelings and making things official between the two of you, that’s great. Really, good for you. We are happy. But saying that it’s news? Pleaaaase, we all have known for some time now that you two had something going on.“

„She is right,“ Aurora nodded, grinning.

Chiara sat there with her mouth open, looking from one face to another and really, they all simply smiled knowingly, without a sign of surprise or anger.

„We are really, really happy for you, Chiara. You deserve to be happy and so does Dr. Ramsey, I guess,“ Sienna smiled and hugged Chiara tightly.

„But if he ever hurts you, I am going to kick his balls,“ Jackie couldn’t help but add, joining the hug. Soon, they were all hugging and suddenly, it wasn’t about Chiara and Ethan at all, it was about the friends that support each other through thick and thin, it was about the love they shared.

Chiara couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across her face as she read that one text over and over again.

She would swear that Ethan didn’t really have to get back to work and only wrote that so that he wouldn’t have to carry on with the conversation. She could just imagine how hard it must have been for him to write those words to her and was pretty sure that his cheeks blushed the bright pink colours she adored so much.

As he promised, Ethan parked his car outside Chiara’s apartment at six and since all her roommates have already known about them, he decided to pick her up instead of just calling her to come out.

No matter how many times he told himself that it wasn’t such a big deal, that she spent the night at his place already, he still felt incredibly nervous. What if she didn’t like the dinner he would cook? What if she realized that she actually didn’t want to spend her night and Sunday with him? What if she started to feel the same hatred he felt for himself, because he wasn’t capable of telling her how he really felt while looking into her eyes?

Shaking his head abruptly to get the thoughts out of it, he knocked on the door, hoping that it would be Chiara who opened them.

It was Sienna.

„Dr. Trinh,“ he nodded towards her and seeing her expression, he corrected himself. „Sienna. Good evening.“

„Nice to see you, Dr. Ramsey!“ she smiled. „Come in, I’ll go tell Chiara you are here.“

He stepped into the apartment, watching her back as she walked towards Chiara’s room. Before she could step in, she turned at him once again and added: „I am really happy for you two, Dr. Ramsey.“

„Ethan is just fine, Sienna,“ he said, right corner of his lip lifting softly. „And thank you.“

Soon, Chiara stepped out of her room and smiled oh so brightly when she noticed him standing in the hall. Before she approached him, she hugged Sienna quickly and whispered something into her ear, at which Sienna grinned mischievously.

„Shall we?“ he asked as he pressed his lips against her temple. Chiara simply nodded and followed him into his car, suppressing the need to pinch herself to make sure that any of this was real.

After they finished the dinner – Georgian stuffed chicken, which he promised her all those months ago – they found themselves tangled on his couch, glasses of fine wine in their hands. Chiara insisted on talking about work and Ethan insisted on talking about anything but work.

Before they could argue about why they should or shouldn’t talk about work, they weren’t talking about anything anymore, using their lips for much more pleasing activities.

Covering her petite form with his body, Ethan broke the kiss only to continue pressing his lips on her jawline, on the spot behing her left ear that he knew would make her moan and then sucking on her neck gently. His hands roamed her torso under the sweater she was wearing and just as he was about to tuck the sweater up, Chiara opened her eyes and pushed his hands away.

„Don’t,“ she whispered, shame written all over her face.

Ethan’s brows furrowed at the sudden change in the mood, but of course he immediately stopped in his tracks.

„Sure. Yes, I am really sorry, Chiara. I didn’t intend to be inappropriate. I am really sorry.“

„It’s not that, Ethan,“ she breathed out, her voice so small he almost missed what she was saying. „It’s not about me not wanting… you. Just… well, the accident and then the surgery left me terribly scarred. There are hideous scars all over my stomach and some on my chest too and I don’t want you to see how ugly it all is.“

His chest tightened at her words and he caressed her cheekbone so softly she felt like she was making the touch up.

„Oh, Chiara,“ he whispered. „Don’t ever say something like that ever again, okay? Nothing on your body is hideous. Could I see them, please?“

She nodded and closed her eyes as he rolled her sweater up to her breasts, not wanting to see his expression when he’d see how destroyed her body was.

Keeping her eyes shut, she couldn’t tell if he even looked at her at all, but the fact that for a moment there was no movement around her and no sound that would break the heavy silence of the room was enough for her to think of the worst.

He is disgusted by how I look.

The light warmth of his fingers on her stomach made her open her eyes.

Ethan’s gaze, fixed on her abdomen, was so intense and so adoring it brought tears into her eyes. He traced every single one of her scars with his thumb so softly, so gently it almost tickled. After observing her, he lowered his head and put a feather-like kiss on the first scar while whispering „you are beautiful“. Then the second one („and you are beautiful“) and the third one right over her left breast („and you are beautiful“).

„And you are the most beautiful,“ he whispered as he raised his eyes to look into Chiara’s green ones. She had to close them again, overwhelmed by the gentlesness in his voice and his actions.

Returning to kissing her fiercely, Ethan ran his hand up and down her thigh while sucking and biting the soft flesh above her hip.

„That’s going to leave a mark,“ Chiara all but moaned.

„Nobody will see it here,“ Ethan murmured, not concerned about her words at all. „Or will they?“ he added quickly, looking back at her, his eyes dark with lust and also… was it possiblity of jealousy?

Shaking her head, Chiara got rid of her sweater and started to work on the buttons of Ethan’s shirt, not patient enough to be teased without feeling his skin on hers.

Taking a clue, Ethan ceased the movements of his mouth on her hips only to take her into his arms and bring her into his bedroom, so that they could finish what they started in the comfort of his king-sized bed.

Monday morning came all too quickly for their liking and as excited as Chiara was to get back to work, the comfort and security of Ethan’s apartment were enough for her to complain when she had to leave it.

Ethan and Chiara drove to the hospital together, however once they’ve gotten to the parking lot, Chiara decided to leave the car first while Ethan waited some time longer, so that they wouldn’t raise a suspicion. Once seated in the diagnostics office, Chiara sent a quick message to Ethan that it was safe for him to come to work now.

The door opened after a while and in came both male doctors of the team, Ethan’s expression neutral, while Baz Mirani almost jumped of joy when he noticed Chiara behind the round table.

„Oh, my favourite doctor is back! I am so happy you are here now, Chiara, working with those two grumpies without you was a torture!“

„Excuse me?“ Ethan raised his eyebrow at the remark.

„I am happy to be back too, Baz,“ Chiara laughed, ignoring Ethan’s (pretended) offended expression and stood up to hug Baz tightly.

„You still have a cane?“

„Yup. hopefully not forever, though. It’s more an accessory now,“ she grinned.

„Cool!“ Baz exclaimed. „We should call you Dr. House while you have it! Right, Ethan?“

Ethan’s confussion – unlike his offended face – wasn’t an act when he innocently asked: „And why would we do that?“

Chiara and Baz exchanged an amused look at Ethan’s hopeless unfamiliarity with mainstream hospital dramas, while he watched them both with his brows furrowed, knowing too well that they would tease him for it for days.

˜ Weeks turned into months and by March, Chiara felt as if the accident happened years ago. She didn’t need the cane anymore – which made Baz both happy (for her) and sad (because the Dr. House jokes had to stop) – and with the amount of nights she’s been spending with Ethan, even her nightmares have seemed to disappear.

„Dr. Ray,“ Ethan acknowleged her presence as he reached the nurse’s station. „I was about to page you. We have a patient to see.“

Without saying a word, Chiara followed him to the room, listening to the information he was sharing with her: „Ellie Barnes, five years old. Losing weight, severe headaches, stomach cramps. Her mother brought her here this morning with fever.“

With the list of possible diagnoses in her head, Chiara walked into the room, ready to talk to the little girl. However, before she could open her mouth, Ethan approached the bed Ellie was laying in and smiled down at her.

The little gril with wide smile and curly blonde hair, dressed in pink pajamas with Rapunzel on top of the shirt, was hugging her princess doll tightly, while her mother kept stroking her hair gently.

„Hello, Ellie. I am Dr. Ethan and this is Dr. Chiara. We will take care of you while you are here.“

„Are you my prince?“ Ellie asked immediately.

Ethan laughed softly at the proposition, but shook his head.

„I am afraid I might be too old to be your prince, but I could be your knight. What do you say about that? I will be the night that will fight all the bad things that are making you feel sick now.“

„Okay,“ Ellie shrugged. „Knight sounds good.“

„In that case, Princess Ellie, we will need to draw some blood so that we can discover the villain in your body and fight it.“

„Will you hold my hand, Dr. Knight Ethan?“

Kneeling next to her bed, Ethan took her small hand into his huge one and smiled even wider at the princess girl.

„Of course I will. And Dr. Chiara here, she could be the fairy in our story, hm? Well, she will draw the blood and talk to your mom, okay?“

Ellie nodded, hugging her doll even tighter with one hand, while Ethan rubbed the other with his thumb.

„You were pretty good with her,“ Chiara said as they left Ellie’s room to run the tests.

„I am pretty good with all my patients, Dr. Ray,“ Ethan grinned.

„Well, yeah, you are, but you know what I mean. I have never seen you with kid patient before, I guess. It just surprised me to see how natural you were with Ellie.“

„I like kids.“ Ethan shrugged, not knowing how to react to Chiara’s compliment.

And I can never give them to you, she thought bitterly, biting her lip so that she wouldn’t ruin their day by the remark if she said it aloud.

That evening, Ethan found himself sitting on his couch with Jenner’s head in his lap, reading a medical journal, when the comfortable silence of the apartment was disturbed by ringing of his phone.

„Chiara? Is everything alright?“ he picked it up, horror audible in his voice.

„Yes, sure. I am fine. I was just wondering if I could come in tonight?“

„Aren’t Tuesday nights reserved for your roommates?“

„Yeah, but they decided to have a group date night and since Elijah is taking Phebe and Sienna is taking Danny, I can’t bring you with me and I don’t feel like going alone. So, um.. I thought that maybe you wouldn’t mind if I came?“

„Of course you can come. Do you need me to pick you up?“

„Nope. I’ll be there in an hour.“

„Okay Ethan, I need you to tell me what’s wrong. Did I interrupt your peaceful evening? Should I go home?“

Chiara’s been at Ethan’s place for more than an hour now and his mood was only getting worse. Not wanting to talk about it, he left her in the dark, only guessing what was wrong.

„No, don’t go home, please,“ he finally responded. „It’s not about you. Just… argh, I am just so angry.“

„With me?“

„No! With myself. With circumstances. With life.“

„Did something happen at work?“

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. Wearing a gray Henley t-shirt with dark jeans made him look younger, more relaxed and yet, at this very moment, Ethan Ramsey looked simply… defeated.

„After you called me, I had to think about what you said. That you can’t bring me with you because there are people who don’t know about us. And it got me thinking, it made me admit the one thing I’ve been so afraid to admit.“

„What are you talking about?“ Chiara asked gently, taking his hand between hers.

„I am so scared that you will sooner or later realize that you could have so much better than me, Chiara,“ he whispered, voice heavy with fear and vulnerability. „That you deserve so much more. You deserve a relationship in which your man takes you out for a dinner and holds your hand in public and kisses you in the middle of the street. You deserve to be able to bring your boyfriend with you when meeting your friends. You deserve so much more than sneaking around and having dinner at my apartment, making sure that nobody sees us holding hands or being careful to not to stare at each other for too long in the hospital halls, because that would be suspicious. And I can’t give you what you deserve. Lahela could give you that. Aveiro could give you that. Goddamnit anyone could give you that, anyone but me. And I dread the day you realize all of this and leave me. Because neither of us got what we deserved. You’ve gotten much less with me than what you deserve. I, on the contrary, have gotten so, so, so much more with you, than what I deserve. And it’s not fair.“

There was a long silence. All Ethan could hear was his drumming heart in his ears.

„I knew what I’ve gotten myself into when we agreed to give us a try, Ethan,“ Chiara broke the silence at last, her voice barely above whisper. „I know who you are and I am very aware of what we can and cannot be. I am also aware of what I could have with other boys. I am a grown woman, Ethan, I can make my decisions and I realize the consequences of them. And I need you to listen to me now. I want to be with you, Ethan Jonah Ramsey. I would rather sneak around with you and hide in your apartment than hold my hands in public with anyone else. I chose you and I keep choosing you every day. You need to start believing that you are good enough. Not only for me, for everyone. Because you are enough, Ethan.“

The next moment, Chiara felt like she was being crushed by the force with which Ethan hugged her. She could swear she felt his tears moisten the skin under her hair, however before she could confirm her suspicion by looking up at Ethan, he cleared his throat and gently pulled away, standing up from the couch.

„I’ll be right back,“ he murmured and left the living room.

When he got back, he played with his antique phonograph for a while and as the room was filled with gentle tones of one of Frank Sinatra’s songs, he lit up three candles and switched the lights off.

Only then he approached Chiara, still sitting on his couch and with almost shy expression that adorned his face, he asked: „Can I have this dance?“

With a brught smile, Chiara stood up and took his hand, the other one landing on his chest.

„I would never believe that Ethan Ramsey owned candles,“ she teased him.

„In fact, I like candles very much. I enjoy staring into the fire and since this apartment doesn’t have a fireplace, I light up the candles from time to time and just look at them while listening to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.“

She smiled at the picture forming in her head, Ethan’s relaxed form with glass of whiskey in his hand, softly humming into the tones of violin, thoughtfully looking into the small flame of a candle.

They slowly swayed in the middle of the room, Chiara’s head resting just under Ethan’s shoulder, while he kept kissing the top of her head, his eyes closed.

How did I get this lucky?

The thought ran in Chiara’s head over and over.

What did I do to deserve this? was the one Ethan kept replaying in his mind.

„Thank you. For having me,“ he whispered into her hair.

„Thank you for letting me have you.“

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In honor of the impending return of Brooklyn 99, here are 99 reasons that...

1. He was precocious enough to know, at 5 years old, that he wanted to change his name (x)

2. He has a bunch of nicknames: Sandy Amberg, Young Sandwich, etc. but the most endearing one is 'Droidy', his family's name for him (x)

3. He is still super close friends with people he's known since: Elementary School (Chelsea Peretti) (x)...

4. Junior High/High School (Kiv and Jorm) (x)

5. … Summer Camp (Irene Neuwirth) (x)

7. ...and Film School (Chester Tam) (x)

8. Before he met Joanna, he dated other famous ladies but - out of respect - he never discussed it/them (x)

9. He loves turtles and tortoises. When he was a kid, he had a pet turtle that he named 'Squirt' because the first time he held it, it peed on him. His Mom, Margie, accidentally killed Squirt when Andy was at Summer camp... (x)

10. … Maybe this is why, when shooting 'Popstar', Andy fell hard for Maximus (Conner 4 Real's turtle). He says they "had a good thing going" and that he wanted to adopt him. In the end, he decided against it because there are a bunch of coyotes in his neighborhood and he was worried the little guy wouldn't be safe. (Popstar: DVD Commentary)

11. Speaking of his Mom, despite being a super private person, he appeared on 'Finding your Roots' so that he could help her track down her birth family (x)

12. When he succeeded he cried (although we never got to see it on camera) (x)

13. That's because, like all good boys, he loves his Mama which is why - as part of the same episode - he said "My mom is basically the kindest person I know… and many people would corroborate that" (x)

14. Andy's Sisters, Hannie (Johanna) and Darrow, used to make him wear diapers and put his hair in pigtails until he was 5 years old. He says he didn't mind because he just liked that they were paying attention to him (x)

15. That's why he sees his identity in comedy as being 'America's kid brother'. When he was young, he would annoy his sisters until they laughed and he claims to have been replicating that approach to entertainment ever since

16. Although a bunch of his characters have 'Daddy Issues', Andy definitely doesn't. He's super close with his Papa (Joe) and has said "he's a good man" and "the best Dad in the world" (x)

17. Joe was Andy's youth soccer coach and in one scene in 'Hot Rod', Joe's favorite photograph can be seen in the background. It shows a very young Andy posing with a soccer ball, after "scoring the winning goal against Mersey" (x)

18. He's been a loyal Golden State Warriors fan since he was a little kid, living in Oakland (then Berkeley) and, in 2010, he correctly predicted that they would "win a Championship in my lifetime" (x)

19. The proceeds from his Umami Burger ('The Samburger') went to a deafness early detection program in Berkeley. This cause is close to his heart because Margie uses hearing aids and used to work in the special needs program, teaching deaf kids (x)

20. He, Kiv, and Jorm have made multiple donations to their old school district, including $250 000 to its theater program (x)

21. On the subject of The Lonely Island; Andy always goes out of his way to make sure that everyone knows how much he owes to his buddies. For instance, he told Marc Maron, during his WTF appearance, that "I get a lot of credit for what Kiv and Jorm have done" (x)

22. He makes this face when he knows he’s said something naughty…

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23. During his 'Wild Horses' appearance, he said that he can't watch scary movies because they freak him out too much. He told 'Complex' that he's still scared of 'The Shining' (x)...

24. … Similarly, when he was at UC Santa Cruz he worked at the Del Mar movie theater and he had a hard time coping with screenings of 'Species 2' (x)

25. He fell in love with Joanna, the moment he met her, when she greeted him by addressing him as 'Steve the C**t' (x)

26. He listened to 'Ys', everyday for a year, before he and Joanna started dating (x)

27. He bought the original portrait that was used as the basis of the cover art for 'Ys' and gave it to Joanna as a Christmas present, so that she could hang it in her music room (x)

28. He loves birds and goes hiking and birding with Joanna (x)

29. Every new comment he makes about Joanna becomes an instant contender for 'most beautiful thing a person has ever said about their spouse' (x)

30. For example, he readily admits that Jake's iconic heart eyes are the result of him thinking about his amazing wife (x)

31. There are many stories about how incredibly romantic Andy and Joanna's wedding was and Jorm has said that it featured "the most magical vows I've ever heard" (x)

32. The Newsombergs now live in Charlie Chaplin's old house (x)

33. On the Emmys Red Carpet (2015), the year he hosted, they took a momentary break from posing for the world's press to whisper 'I love you' to each other (x)

34. At last year's Vanity Fair party, Andy carried Joanna's purse for her so she could grab a snack (x)

35. He was a semi-permanent fixture in the audience for her recent run of shows for the 'Strings/Keys Incident' tour, even officially confirming his status as the 'President of her Fan Club' (x)

36. He used his Golden Globes monologue to call out the government for framing and murdering the Black Panthers (x)

37. On the Carpet for the Guy's Choice Awards, he called the event "a ridiculous farce", adding that "men already have it so easy - it's insane that there's a show that celebrates them". That makes sense when you consider that he, Kiv and Jorm have made an entire career out of parodying toxic masculinity (x)

38. He once said that only "idiot-ass men" think that women aren't funny (x)

39. He’s been wearing glasses since 7th Grade and he has the most heartbreakingly cute habit of nudging them up his nose, (especially when he wears his Sol Moscot frames) (x)...

40. ... and of rubbing his eyes under them (x)

41. He barely ever wears glasses for roles but he also avoids contacts (because he doesn't like touching his eyeballs) which means he's almost always 'acting blind' (x)

42. He has worn his glasses in character a few times - as 'himself' ('Lady Dynamite'), as 'Paul' ('I Think You Should Leave') and during a very small number of SNL sketches (e.g. during his one appearance in a 'Gilly' with Kristen Wiig) (x)

43. He can't tolerate glare and when that makes him squint it's a sight that's too cute for words (x)

44. He owns about six outfits and has been rotating them for well over a decade (x)

45. He barely ever breaks during shooting/while performing, so when he does it's aggressively adorable. (x), (x)

46. He's a grown ass man who persuades people to come with him to the bathroom because if he goes by himself he'll get lonely (x)

47. He didn't announce he was leaving SNL, until after his last appearance, selflessly choosing not to detract from Kirsten Wiig's huge and emotional send-off (x)

48. He undertook a quest to smell like Lorne Michaels (x)

49. He's ageing like a fine wine (x)

50. To protect their daughter's privacy, Andy and Joanna never announced that they were expecting. They've never released their little girl's name or date of birth and most news outlets still report that they became parents in August 2017 (even though that's inaccurate) (x)

51. Although he's careful not to talk about his daughter often, sometimes he can't keep from gushing about her. For example, when asked about his first year of fatherhood he said: "It’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Just like a beautiful, incredible dream. It has surpassed every expectation I ever had. It’s definitely been very blissful" (x)

52. After their daughter was born, Andy and Joanna spent the first 40 days at home with her (in a practice known as 'confinement'). He's described it as being "a really special time". (x)

53. Andy is famously mild-mannered but, when asked about what triggers his 'Dad claws', he admitted that if anyone attempted to touch his daughter, without permission, he'd "probably sock them hard in the face"…

54. ...Characteristically, he went on to add that he hopes that never happens, since he hasn't been in a fight since 6th Grade (x)

55. Cyndi Lauper was his first celebrity crush and he plays her record ('She's so unusual') for his daughter all the time. (x)

56. His is the very definition of a precious laugh (x)...

57. It's made even more wonderful by the way it makes his voice go high-pitched (x)

58. … and the way it causes his eyebrow to rise involuntarily

59. It's impossible not to smile at his impression of his Mom (x)

60. And laugh at his impression of John Mulaney (x)

61. He was so convinced he wouldn't win the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Comedy or Musical, that he didn't prepare a speech. Instead, as he explained to David Letterman, he "just went… and started drinking". The resulting list of improvised 'thank yous' was perfect in every way (x)

62. As producers, Andy, Kiv and Jorm have given life to some amazing projects ('Alone Together', 'Brigsby Bear', 'I Think You Should Leave')...

63. … and gone out of their way to support women in comedy ('Party Over Here', 'PEN15') (x)

64. As well as being a comedy legend, he's a super-talented dramatic actor, who gave the performance of a lifetime in 'Celeste and Jesse Forever' but, after the movie wrapped, and it was time to do press for it, he was straight back to goofing around (x)

65. His lip bite should be illegal (x)

66. Even though he wears the same vanishingly small number of outfits, over and over, he has a vast collection of the most excellent socks (x)

67. He always gives 'editing notes' during his own interviews (x)

68. He has a super sweet and sincere way of thanking interviewers when they compliment him (x)

69. He adjusts his hoodie constantly (x)

70. The two most perfect Jake laughs in b99 are actually real Andy laughs 'https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=W38A_xuXaeg https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sVm9nYrTWRQ

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71. Virtually everyone who has ever worked with Andy has talked about what a wonderful person he is. This explains why so many of them have been involved with more than one of his projects (x)

72. It's not only his colleagues who talk about what a delight he is (x), (x)

73. This lovestruck fool wore his own wife's merch when he went out to dinner (x)

74. No one else uses the word 'dinky' quite like Andy (x). The same goes for 'snacky' (see point 70)

75. He does this with his tongue (x)

76. He still likes to play soccer but his eyesight is so bad that he has to keep his glasses on for it

77. When he lets his gorgeous floofy hair grow a little it sits perfectly over the arms of his glasses (x)

78. He gifted the world with Jakey's little curl (x)

79. At the James Franco Roast, he couldn't bring himself to be mean to anyone except himself (and Jeff Ross, a little!) (x)

80. In fact, he's always been willing to laugh at himself (x) and he still is (x)

81. He changes b99 scripts to make them more feminist (x)

82. Despite their humble insistence that they just benefited from 'good timing', the reality is that Andy, Kiv and Jorm (along with Chris Parnell) revolutionized digital media, when 'Lazy Sunday' popularized YouTube, increasing its traffic by 85% overnight (x)

83. He once attended the Vanity Fair party because his Mom told him to (x)

84. He has an amazing way of subtly but firmly shutting down inappropriate questions, like when this interviewer suggested that Holt being gay was something that could have been played for laughs https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=idQsYQfkR5o

85. He auditioned for SNL at the same time as Bill Hader. Hader thought he'd blown it because Andy had a bunch of props and Bill had none. In the meantime, Andy thought he'd blown it when he saw Hader and realized 'this guy doesn't need any props' (x)

86. His bromance with Seth Meyers is one for the ages (x)

87. Every single second of this video is proof of why Andy, Kiv and Jorm deserve the world (x)

88. He once dragged Mulaney up on stage for SNL Goodnights, even though writers weren't allowed to join in (x)

89. He has a hilarious phobia of pooping anywhere except his own bathroom (x)

90. His beautiful, beautiful, face: His smile (radiant), his eyes (caramel - hella disarming), his ears (adorably asymmetrical), his nose (perfect), His chin (the dimple… *swoon*), his jaw (could cut glass), The 'Sambeard' (another amazing layer of pretty) (x)

91. His body: His butt (x), his thighs, (x) his soft lil tummy (The ‘Sambelly’) (x), his hands. (x), his arms (x), his hips…

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92. All signs point to the fact that, like Jake, Andy uses his glasses case as a wallet (x)

93. Jake's "cool-cool-cool-cool-cool-cool" is an irl Andy-ism that the writers worked into b99 scripts. What's even better is that Joanna does it, too (x)

94. He has a really good arm and is low key competitive, which is super hot https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=e32K_nBDy3Q

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95. He's one half of the cutest Red Carpet pose of all time (x)

96. He barely ever seems to get mad but if angry Jake is anything to go by, maybe he should... (x)

97. He's a huge nerd, who geeks out over GOT, LOTR, 'Star Wars', 'Alien(s)' and anything relating to time travel (x), (x)

98. He has a gorgeous speaking voice, especially when he’s tired or a little sick. (Bonus points for any time he uses the word ‘correct’. See point 30) (x)

99. He’s still so committed to his b99 fans and fam, even after all this time and is as excited as the rest of us that...

#99 reasons to love #andy samberg #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #a masterpost for the best boy there is

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marcobedseki · 3 years

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below the cut is a completely self indulgent football fic written champagne drunk in the middle of the night. you probably don’t want to read it, but if you’re grace, you need to read it <3

title: confusion

aka in which aubameyang and lacazette have a real hard time understanding how a certain relationship between their teammates works

kieran steps into the dressing room after he’s finally done talking with mikel on the side of the pitch. mikel’s wanted to talk a lot with him recently, and kieran gets it, mikel’s concerned about him now that he’s back training with everyone. mikel wants to make sure he’s doing it safely and that he won’t work himself too hard and risk getting injured again, and kieran appreciates it, even if it’s sometimes annoying to go through the same stuff after pretty much every training session.

when kieran looks around in the dressing room, he can immediately see that most of the guys have already left. the only remaining ones are hector, auba and willian. willian is ready to leave though, and he only nods at kieran before he throws his bag over his shoulder and leaves with his phone in hand. auba’s also looking ready to leave, but he’s still sitting down, completely enthralled with his phone. he’s got his headphones on and he’s frantically texting someone, and kieran’s pretty sure auba hasn’t even noticed his arrival. hector on the other hand isn’t on his phone, instead he looks like he’s sleeping. he’s lying down on the dressing room bench, using his bag as a rather uncomfortable looking pillow. he doesn’t open his eyes even when kieran gets closer, and for a second kieran thinks that maybe this idiot really has decided to take a nap in their dressing room against better judgement. but then kieran pokes at his knee ever so lightly, and hector’s face immediately breaks into a smile and he peers up at kieran.

”’ey, get up from t’ere, old man”, kieran tells hector, smile playing on his lips as well.

”bro, you’re like 2 years younger than me, stop calling me an old man”, hector pouts. ”i don’t wanna get up, i’m sleepy, you know. sit somewhere else since you took so long to get here.”

kieran raises his eyebrows. “it’s not like you had to wait here for me to finish my daily ‘we need to talk’ -session with mikel. right now i’m starting to feel like that even auba was more eager about me getting ‘ere, even though he didn’t even notice my whole existence…”

hector’s pout deepens. he’s quickly getting up from his horizontal position, because even though he knows that kieran’s probably just messing around with him, he’s not willing to take a risk that kieran is actually about to start ignoring him and being pissy for the entire day. he mumbles a sorry to his boyfriend, who’s looking down at him with his eyebrows still raised, a slightly amused look on his face.

kieran’s mentally rolling his eyebrows at hector. his boyfriend is being an idiot, but then again, it’s nothing kieran should be surprised about. hector can be a handful, and kieran knows he’s easily irritated, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. he loves hector unconditionally.

kieran turns around and he’s about to sit on the bench now that hector’s finally sat up himself, but his attempt is cut short by strong arms coming around his waist, pulling him down to sit on a warm lap instead of the bench. kieran lets out a surprised sound, and he’s turning around faster than lightning to scowl at hector. is it already too late to take back that he loves heccy unconditionally?

kieran looks at hector and the amusement on his face from a few moments back is gone. but before he has time to replace it with the scowl he was planning on casting at hector, his heart’s being taken over by a warmth that can’t be characterized as anything else than adoration. and the unconditional love that kieran suddenly does not want to take back. hector’s smiling up at him with his eyes almost closed, his teeth showing and he’s hugging kieran’s twisted torso with a steady grasp. kieran’s staring at him with his mouth open, and hector knows an opportunity when he sees one, so he leans up to kiss kieran softly. it’s sweet but quick, and they both pull away after a moment.

“hi”, hector says to him.

“hey”, replies kieran.

they look each other in the eyes for a while before they start laughing. neither of them remembers that auba’s still in the dressing room with them. auba’s gaze is no longer locked onto his phone, but instead he is unabashedly staring at his two teammates on the other side of the room. he’s just witnessed hector pulling kieran to sit on his lap, watched them kiss and stare into each other’s eyes like there exists nothing else in the whole wide world. and now he’s figuring it’s best to leave, before he’ll get caught staring. he slips out of the dressing room as quickly and silently as he can, and when he’s out, he immediately takes out his phone again. he needs to tell alex about this.

---

laca is looking at his phone in confusion.

“just saw something absolutely shocking in the dressing room!!!!!!!! :000 need 2 process this for a while, i’ll tell u what it is 2morrow @ practice!!!!”, reads the message from aubameyang. laca’s not sure what the hell his friend has been smoking, but he’s definitely more than a little concerned over this kind of behaviour. he tries asking what the hell could possibly be so “absolutely shocking” that it would cause such a reaction from auba, but the only thing he gets in return is more exclamation points and reassuring that he’ll be given more information on the matter come tomorrow. he’s half sure that auba’s just fucking with him, that this absolutely shocking thing in the dressing room will literally be auba’s own used and sweaty socks on lying on the floor, but when he goes to bed at night, he can’t help but feel a little anxious.

---

despite his nightly anxiety, laca sleeps surprisingly well. he’s glad about it, since he would never admit that he’d actually lost sleep over his friend sending crackhead level messages to him during the previous day. after he gets out of bed, he makes a cup of coffee and eats a bowl of cereal - yes, he knows, it’s not a fitting breakfast for a professional footballer, but he’s allowed to be a little lazy now and then – gets dressed and gathers up his stuff before driving to their stadium. he’s running early, for once, but he’s sure he won’t be the first one warming up on the pitch anyway.

laca’s walking calmly towards their dressing room, and he can hear kieran and martin’s voices echoing in the hallway. it sounds like they’re laughing over something that laca couldn’t understand even if he tried. laca doesn’t think of himself as being too old, he’s less than 10 years older than tierney and ødegaard, but damn… he’s sure he wasn’t as loud as those two when he was their age. and he sure as hell wasn’t looking at memes or tiktoks, or whatever the hell the kids were into these days.

when laca gets closer to the dressing room, the sounds of his younger teammates have suspiciously quieted down. he slows down his pace and sneaks up to the dressing room’s door. he peeks in, and boy, there’s nothing that could have prepared him for what he sees inside the room. suddenly auba’s cryptic messages make sense, and he feels his soul ascend to an entirely different plane of existence. kieran’s holding martin against the wall in a way that laca’s sure he’s only seen in hollywood movies, and the boys are kissing so that laca feels a need to check his phone, just to make sure that the time’s still 9am instead of 9pm. he steps away from the doorframe and takes a deep breath. he looks back to the direction from which he just came, and to his luck he sees david in the distance. he shouts a good morning to his other teammate way louder than is necessary, earns a happy smile and a good morning to you too in return, and he hopes it’s enough to get the younger guys step away from each other in the dressing room.

---

laca sees auba 15 minutes later on the pitch. he all but runs to his friend, not bothering to greet him, but instead gesturing him to start telling about his mysterious messages from the day before. he knows now what auba’s about to tell him, he’s seen it himself too, but he wants, no, he needs to hear auba say it out loud.

auba knows instantly what laca’s getting at with his frantic gestures. he places a hand on laca’s shoulder and starts with a serious tone.

“i need you to promise you won’t freak the fuck out when i tell you what it is that i saw”, he begins. “it’s about kieran.”

laca nods impatiently.

“yesterday after practice, i was chilling in the dressing room, listening to some beats and texting friends and stuff. you had left already, and so had most of the others as well. but there i was, with a few other guys still, and then kieran comes into the room. i don’t know, but i’m pretty sure he didn’t even notice me, because bro…”, auba’s taking a dramatic pause, he’s looking down at the ground and shaking his head, as if he’s gathering himself up to tell the rest of his story.

laca can’t take it. auba’s being a dick. it’s not *that* dramatic, and laca absolutely just wants auba to get it over with, so he can confirm that he wasn’t actually hallucinating the scene that he saw before his eyes just now.

“yeah yeah yeah, you were there in the dressing room being addicted to your phone like a 15 year old is, and then kieran comes in there and martin’s there too and then they start making out and then you’re shocked and then you decide to send me the most ominous messages in the history of the world, is that what you’re trying to say here?!”, laca helpfully finishes auba’s story.

auba looks up at him with wide eyes, and he’s just about to start nodding, when he realizes something is definitely off about what laca just told him.

“wait what? what’s martin got to do with any of this?”, he asks confusedly.

“wait what yourself? what’s martin NOT got to do with all of this?”, asks laca back, even more confused than his friend.

auba’s squinting at him now, he’s tilting his head to the side and he looks like laca’s just told him that he doesn’t think that auba’s the best forward in the history of football – which would be a terribly wrong and a horribly atrocious claim.

“bro, i don’t know what the hell you’re on about, but yesterday in the dressing room, there was me, hector and kieran. and also willian but he left when kieran came in so he doesn’t count. and hector made kieran sit in his lap and then they kissed. and i think that’s pretty fucking shocking!”, auba finally finishes his story.

now laca’s definitely not sure if he actually saw what he thinks he saw when he came to the stadium.

“bro”, he starts as well. “this morning i came here and i’m here pretty much all alone, but then i hear shouting from our dressing room, and it’s kieran and martin’s voices that i hear, right? and then i go closer, and i see them making out there like there’s no tomorrow! and you’re telling me that you’ve also seen kieran being way more than friendly with hector just yesterday?!?”

auba’s jaw has just dropped down so hard, that if they were in a comic, it would be on the floor right now. laca continues talking.

“ok so now that i think about it, what you just told me makes sense. i mean, you’ve got to be lying to me if you try to tell me you haven’t thought about hector and kieran being together at least once. they’ve always been… like… that, you know”, laca’s frantically gesturing with his hands again. “but does this mean that kieran’s cheating on him with martin?”

“or is he cheating on martin with hector?”, adds auba.

laca shakes his head. he doesn’t know anything right now, except that he and auba really need to start investigating.

---

they practice. they run around on the pitch, they kick some balls, they have a few laughs, and while they do all this, they keep a steady eye on all three of the younger men, who have managed to raise a legion of questions in both lacazette and aubameyang. none of them act in ways that differ from the norm, and laca and auba aren’t sure how they should feel about it. they make a deal to stay at the stadium for as long as possible, just for a chance to see if there’s anything else of importance happening that could help them draw some conclusions on what the hell is going on with their teammates.

they change their clothes, joke around with pepe and david, share some music recommendations with the other guys, and watch as the players start to leave. soon enough, there’s only them, hector, martin and kieran left. they’re all engaged in a chill conversation, but laca and auba are both mentally on their toes, and they’re staring at the younger boys so intently that they must feel a little uneasy. none of them says anything though. all of them are acting pretty normally, although seeing hector not be able to keep his hands away from kieran definitely comes with some extra connotations now. only when kieran excuses himself and heads for the door, do laca and auba relax for a bit. martin and hector aren’t acting weird towards each other, which is probably a good thing. that must mean that neither of them knows that kieran has also been with the other one, right?

laca nudges auba’s shoulder and asks in french if they should leave. auba answers yes. they bid their goodbyes to hector and martin, and they head out the door. auba’s actually ready to leave, he’s starting to head down the hallway, but laca stops him with his arm. auba looks at him questioningly, and laca just nods towards the dressing room. they need to see what the two will do now that they’re being left alone.

laca does the same he did in the morning. he sneaks up to the doorframe, and peeks ever so carefully in. auba does the same. they’re both completely aware of how suspicious they must look, but they pray that if someone were to see them, they would just think that the men were trying to pull a weird prank on their teammates or something similar to that.

they can’t see much from their lurking angle besides martin’s side, but at least it’s better than nothing. luckily they can also hear whatever it is that might be said between martin and hector. hector is unsurprisingly the one whose voice they get to listen to. auba and laca have theorized many times in the past that hector probably has a gene that prevents him from shutting up for more than 3 minutes at a time. he’s always talking to someone, and if there’s no one to talk to, he talks to himself. laca thinks it would be scary, if it wasn’t also pretty damn impressive at the same time. laca’s more of the type to have difficulties in finding words to say whenever he’s talking to someone else than auba, but hector’s the polar opposite of that.

today’s, or more like this minute’s, topic for hector seems to be food. he’s going on and on about some new amazing low carb vegan food that he just recently discovered, and neither laca nor auba is sure whether or not martin’s listening to a word he’s saying, deducing by how quiet he’s being. hector doesn’t seem to mind.

so far it would seem that nothing is out of the ordinary between the two inside the room, and auba’s about to suggest that they could actually leave now, but just then they hear hector saying “come here” to martin. auba can literally feel how laca starts thinking about the context in which this is meant. is it “come here” as in a) hector’s going to show martin an epic meme, or “come here” as in b) hector’s going to fucking murder martin for making out with his boyfriend?

soon it appears that this come here was neither of these things, unless memes and murders have changed form since the time when laca and auba last saw them in action (legal note: laca and auba have not seen murders in action. but they feel like they have a pretty good grasp on what they do look and sound like). auba can’t fucking believe his ears when he hears the unmistakable sound of kissing in the air. laca’s in the same boat with him. they look at each other for a second, and they don’t need to exchange words to decide that they’re going to look a little further into the room and risk getting caught lurking.

the fear of getting caught lurking turns out to be an irrational one, because both hector and martin have got their eyes closed and yeah – they’re kissing each other. auba sees immediately that hector’s kissing martin the same way he was kissing kieran yesterday, and now he’s more confused than he’s ever been before. he looks at laca and he knows that once again, laca’s in the same boat with him again. they look at each other and agree wordlessly that now it is finally time to leave this building.

---

“i can’t fucking believe that kieran’s cheating on hector with martin but that hector’s also cheating on kieran with martin!”, auba almost shouts with desperation in his voice.

“me neither! but we still don’t even know if kieran’s cheating on hector or if he’s cheating on martin!”, continues laca.

“what the fuck are they doing?!?”

“do i look like i know what they’re doing?! the only thing i know is that these boys have gotten themselves tangled in something that’s literally the most fucking complicated love triangle ever”, laca sighs in exasperation. he’s pretty sure that there’s a logical explanation to all this, somewhere, but he and auba just really can’t seem to find it.

“bro, i’m so confused right now”, groans auba. “like, i’m confused for personal reasons, but should i start to worry about the team dynamics and ethics and shit like that now too?”

“i don’t know man, i really don’t. go ask mikel about that.”

“like hell i’ll talk to him about this! what would i tell him? yeah me and alex have been invading our teammates’ privacy and now we’re pretty sure they’re all cheating on each other, *with* each other but we don’t even know how it’s possible, so what does that mean in terms of our team’s ethical ground?”

“man, shut up! you’re making it sound way worse than it is!”

auba groans again. “you know what? we’re going to find out just how bad this is. and we’re gonna find out what the hell is really going on.”

laca nods.

“ok, we’ve got a match tomorrow. i’m now gonna send them all a message to come meet up with us after it. we can meet here at your house. it’s easiest.”

laca’s about to protest, but then he decides against it.

“ok so… hi, me and laca… have… something… that we really… need to… talk about… to you… guys…”, auba narrates out loud the message he’s now writing to send kieran, hector and martin.

“do you really think they’ll come? like, isn’t that literally *the* most ominous thing you could send them? if i got a message like that from you, i-“, laca gets cut off by auba.

 “if you got a message like this from me, you’d immediately arrange the rest of your life so that you would have a completely free spot in your day for you to meet me”, auba says.

and laca can’t really argue, because even though it sounds bad, it’s entirely true.

---

come tomorrow, and auba’s received concerned messages from the younger men agreeing to meet him and lacazette at the latter man’s house after the match. auba realizes that they must actually be confused about the message he’s sent to them, and they’re probably expecting something else entirely than aubameyang straight up asking them who’s cheating on who and why.

when the team gets together for the match, all of the three guys come up to him individually and ask if everything’s ok. he just pretty much dismisses them and tells them that “we’ll talk about it later tonight”. in hindsight, that’s really not something that would make any of them feel like everything’s ok.

come night, and the match is over. auba and laca have beelined their way to laca’s house as fast as it’s been possible for them to leave the stadium, and now they’re just waiting for the culprits of this confusing situation to arrive. just as laca’s about to start complaining about how they’re never going to show up, there’s a knock on the door. laca’s not sure if he’s the one who should open the door, because even though this is his house, it’s aubameyang who wanted to arrange this meeting of the century. (laca ends up being the one who does open the door.)

kieran, hector and martin are all looking quite miserable and tired behind the door. it’s understandable: the match wasn’t their best, it’s getting late, and they have no actual idea on why they’ve been summoned here today. laca’s feeling a little bad for them, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in the outcome of this evening.

laca and auba both tell them to get in, tell them to sit down wherever they want to. they all navigate towards laca’s sofa. they sit down in literal unison, and they sit in the same formation as they do in the dressing room. hector on the right, kieran in the middle, martin on the left. laca and auba stand in front of them. they’re both looking a little scary, and the atmosphere in the house is anxiety-inducing. even hector’s quiet.

the silence in the house is broken down by kieran. “so, why are we ‘ere? what’s it that you’ve done now, don’t tell me you’ve gone get yerselves mixed up in organized crime or some other shite like that.”

everyone chuckles a bit at that. but auba quickly recovers. “no, i think it’s time for you to tell me what it is it that *you* have done now.”

kieran’s looking quite a bit confused, and so are hector and martin as well.

“yeah, we’ve seen you together with both of your friends there!”, laca continues.

“actually, we’ve seen all of you being way more than friends together these past few days, every time in different pairings. and to be honest, we’re fucking concerned over this whole team! it can’t work with you all cheating on each other with each other, that’s not good for our morale”, auba starts explaining.

both laca and auba expect some frantic reactions from the guys in front of them, but what they get instead are three of the blankest stares they’ve ever had the (dis)pleasure of seeing in their lives. martin’s blushing a little though, he might be a little embarrassed, but hector and kieran look like they could be straight from ‘the office’ with the way they’re staring at laca and auba like they’re cameras.

“alright… so is there any other breaking news you two might want to share with us?”, asks hector.

the seriousness of auba and laca is quickly turning back into a confusion powered by a thousand suns.

“it’s never crossed yer big brains that maybe t’ere’s no-one cheating on anyone, that this is just a completely consensual threeway relationship?”, inquires kieran.

it’s martin’s turn to open his mouth as well. “yeah, i mean… kieran and hector have been together like ages already but… i’m here too now.”

laca and auba are now staring at each other, in search of some emotional support. this is not going the way they expected. not that they were really sure what it is that they were expecting in the first place.

“oh”, starts auba.

“yeah”, continues laca.

“uh.”

“i mean.”

“i guess we’re…”

“we’re sorry”, both of them say in unison. that seems like a lame thing to say, but they don’t have a lot of options currently, do they.

there’s this heavy silence hanging in the air again, until hector starts laughing, and soon it’s joined by both kieran and martin as well. laca and auba can’t bring themselves to join in, they’re too dumbfounded and maybe a little embarrassed as well. they just alternate between staring at each other and the three men on the sofa.

after hector’s stopped laughing for the most part, he puts one of his hand’s on kieran’s thigh. “i’m sorry guys, but i’ve honestly got to ask you… are you for real, that you’ve really seen me and kieran being more than just friendly for the first time only a few days ago?”

”yeah, i mean... we get that you might not have seen either of us be with martin before… but are you dimwits honestly suggesting that you literally saw me ‘nd heccy kissing for the first time like two days ago?”, kieran joins in on the questioning.

martin’s laughing next to them.

laca and auba are too scared to confirm or deny these questions. they just turn to look at each other yet again.

“uh so.. how long is it that you two have been together? no offense to martin but… you and hector? how long have you been… involved… with each other?”, auba manages to ask after a while.

“since 2019”, answers kieran.

“yeah, august 2019, to be more specific”, adds hector, turning to smile at kieran.

laca feels a bit like fainting. how is it possible that both him and auba have been so blind for so long? by the looks of whatever is it that’s going on before his eyes, it’s not like they have been trying to hide their relationship either.

“and martin here, he’s been with us… well, not too long actually. but we would do anything for him, wouldn’t we?”, hector continues. kieran nods in agreement, and martin’s blushing again.

auba is nodding slowly, clearly trying to come to terms with all this new information that’s being presented to him.

“so… are we the only ones who didn’t know that you were having this… triangular relationship going on?”, laca asks after yet another moment of silence has passed.

“you were not merely the only ones who didn’t know about this relationship, but you were also the only ones who couldn’t ‘ave just asked about this stuff normally – instead you had to summon us all into laca’s house for a meeting that sounded more serious than getting individually called to have a conversation with mikel”, kieran elaborates to his teammate.

laca facepalms.

auba just keeps on nodding.

and for the next few weeks, there’s no one at arsenal fc who wouldn’t want to make a joke about either aubameyang’s or lacazette’s observational skills at any given time.

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thebookworm-lebouquineur · 3 years

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Page 27 de beaucoup - Nous étions en train de sortir de la gare quand nous sommes tombés sur "EK" et "TP" (ter dodes) et leur avons dit que j'allais faire tout le wagon de haut en bas - ils avaient l'air surpris parce que la 86ème n'était pas du tout comme ça - quand nous sommes entrés, j'ai réalisé qu'il n'y avait plus rien à faire, alors nous avons du - le train était noir comme une bombe !!! putain quelle bonne odeur ! c'était comme des serpillières violettes, nous avons utilisé de la peinture...

PAGE 37 OF MANY 5/22/98 … ALWAYS FIGHTIN WITH EACH … TAN AND SKINNY HE REMINDS ME OF SPONE … REAL FOUL MOUTH … THEY USED TO CURSE THEIR MOTHER — IT WAS FUNNY — THEY WERE LIKE A COMEDY TEAM!! ID GO TO THEIR HOUSE + LISTEN TO KISS AND CHRIS WOULD RECITE “SATURDAY NITE LIVE” WITH “JANE YOU IGNORANT SLUT!” + WHEN THIS MAN WOULD GET MAD CHRIS WOULD TELL HER “HEY”… |

PAGE 37 DE BEAUCOUP DE 5/22/98 ... TOUJOURS À SE BATTRE AVEC CHACUN ... BRONZÉ ET MAIGRE IL ME RAPPELLE LE SPONE ... VÉRITABLE BOUCHE FÉTIDE ... ILS AVAIENT L'HABITUDE DE MAUDIRE LEUR MÈRE - C'ÉTAIT DRÔLE - ILS ÉTAIENT COMME UNE ÉQUIPE DE COMIQUES ! J'ALLAIS CHEZ EUX, J'ÉCOUTAIS LES BAISERS ET KRIS RÉCITAIT "SATURDAY NITE LIVE" AVEC "JANE, ESPÈCE DE SALOPE IGNORANTE !" + QUAND CET HOMME SE METTAIT EN COLÈRE, CHRIS LUI DISAIT "HEY"...

NO RIGHTS… PAGE 38 OF MANY 5/22/98 THEN THERE WAS THIS FAT OLD LADY WITH A CANE WHO LIVED NEXT DOOR TO FELIX — SHE HAD DYED CURLY BLONDE HAIR — WED PLAY PUNCH BALL IN FRONT OF FELIX’S BUILDING + SHE’D STORM THE STOOP + RIFF HARD! SHE’D TELL US “GO AWAY” — “PLAY IN FRONT OF YOUR OWN BUILDING” … DONT LIVE HERE! WED SAY YEAH “FELIX” LIVE HERE + SHE’D SAY SO WHAT! … PLAYIN ON THE SIDEWALK OR HANGIN ON THE STOOP! SO WE… – REVS DOOLES-

PAS DE DROITS... PAGE 38 DE BEAUCOUP 5/22/98 ALORS IL Y AVAIT CETTE VIEILLE GROSSE DAME AVEC UNE CANNE QUI VIVAIT À CÔTÉ DE FELIX - ELLE AVAIT TEINT LES CHEVEUX BLONDS BOUCLÉS - MARIÉ JOUER AU PUNCH BALL DEVANT L'IMMEUBLE DE FELIX + ELLE PRENAIT D'ASSAUT LE PERRON + RIFF DUR ! ELLE NOUS DISAIT "ALLEZ-VOUS-EN" - "JOUEZ DEVANT VOTRE PROPRE IMMEUBLE" ... NE VIVEZ PAS ICI ! ON DISAIT "OUI, FÉLIX" HABITE ICI + ELLE DISAIT "ET ALORS ?" ... JOUER SUR LE TROTTOIR OU S'ACCROCHER SUR LE PERRON ! ALORS ON... - REVS DOOLES-

PAGE 91 OF MANY 2/20/99 THERE WAS NO SUCH THING AS YUPPIES BACK THEN SCOOTIN ROUND IN THEIR SAABS AND BMWS – EATIN FAKE GOURMET FOOD AND 7 GRAIN BREAD MOST OF US GREW UP ON WONDER BREAD WITH PEANUT BUT & JELLY OR BOLOGNA SANDWICHES (WITH MUSTARD)! WATCHIN ZOOM ON T.V. OR SESAME STREET OR SIGMUND + THE SEAMONSTER OR FAT ALBERT OR THE BUGS BUNNY ROAD RUNNER SHOW — YEAH … WAKIN UP AT 5AM ON A SATURDAY MORNIN + WATCHIN CARTOONS!! WHATS UP DOC?? REVS

PAGE 91 DE BEAUCOUP DE 2/20/99, IL N'Y AVAIT PAS DE YUPPIES À L'ÉPOQUE QUI SE PROMENAIENT DANS LEURS SAABS ET BMW - MANGEANT DE LA FAUSSE NOURRITURE GASTRONOMIQUE ET DU PAIN AUX 7 CÉRÉALES ; LA PLUPART D'ENTRE NOUS AVONS GRANDI AVEC DU PAIN MIRACULEUX AVEC DU BEURRE DE CACAHUÈTE & DE LA GELÉE OU DES SANDWICHES À LA MORTADELLE (AVEC DE LA MOUTARDE) ! REGARDER ZOOM SUR T.V. OU SESAME STREET OU SIGMUND + LE SEAMONSTER OU FAT ALBERT OU LE BUGS BUNNY ROAD RUNNER SHOW - OUAIS ... SE RÉVEILLER À 5H DU MATIN UN SAMEDI MATIN + REGARDER DES DESSINS ANIMÉS ! QU'EST-CE QU'IL Y A DE MIEUX ? REVS

PAGE 143 OF MANY 10/14/99 PERSONALITIES — LOUD POLITICS IN THE HARDCORE WORLD … GAME I KNOW — WHOSE DOWN — WHOSE “COOL,” WHO AINT!! — A SOCIAL GAME … ANTI-SOCIAL PEOPLE! — JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE BUT HOT … DIFFERENT IS THERES NO OFFICIAL FORMULA, WRITTEN RULES OR LEGAL … JUST UNDERSTOOD ONES! BUT ITS STILL BETTER THAN ALL THE SHIT THATS OUT THERE — THE LITTLE SCAM AT CBGBS WAS FOR 1 PERSON DAY … GET STAMPED + THEN TRANSFER IT TO AS MANY FRIENDS AS POSSIBLE (FRESH INK) – REVS

PAGE 143 DE NOMBREUSES PERSONNALITÉS DU 14/10/99 - LA POLITIQUE BRUYANTE DANS LE MONDE DU HARDCORE ... JEU QUE JE CONNAIS - DONT LE BAS - DONT LE "COOL", QUI N'EST PAS ! - UN JEU SOCIAL ... DES GENS ANTISOCIAUX ! - COMME TOUT CE QUI N'EST PAS CHAUD ... DIFFÉRENT EST QU'IL N'Y A PAS DE FORMULE OFFICIELLE, DE RÈGLES ÉCRITES OU LÉGALES ... JUSTE DES RÈGLES COMPRISES ! MAIS C'EST QUAND MÊME MIEUX QUE TOUTES LES MERDES QUI EXISTENT - LA PETITE ARNAQUE CHEZ CBGBS ÉTAIT POUR 1 JOUR-PERSONNE ... SE FAIRE TAMPONNER + PUIS LE TRANSFÉRER À AUTANT D'AMIS QUE POSSIBLE (ENCRE FRAÎCHE) – REVS

PAGE 221 OF MANY MIR (BTK) DIED IN 87 — HE WAS DRIVIN ON THE BQE … SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THE CAR — HE GOT OUT TO LOOK — A DRUNK OFF DUTY COP SWERVED INTO HIM + KILLED HIM — HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PICK ME UP — I KNOW IF I WAS THERE … OUT TOO! IT AINT SMART TO HANG BY A DEAD CAR IN A LIVE LANE. BUT WHEN YOUR 18-19 YOU DONT KNOW NO BETTER — NOTHIN HAPPENED TO THE COP CAUSE COPS PROTECT YOUR OWN … ONE OF A BILLION INSTANCES… |

PAGE 221 DE NOMBREUX MIR (BTK) SONT MORTS EN 87 - IL CONDUISAIT SUR LE BQE ... QUELQUE CHOSE EST ARRIVÉ À LA VOITURE - IL EST SORTI POUR REGARDER - UN FLIC IVRE HORS SERVICE A FAIT UNE EMBARDÉE SUR LUI + L'A TUÉ - IL ÉTAIT CENSÉ ME PRENDRE - JE SAIS SI J'ÉTAIS LÀ ... DEHORS AUSSI ! C'EST PAS TRÈS MALIN DE SE RETROUVER À CÔTÉ D'UNE VOITURE MORTE SUR UNE VOIE DE CIRCULATION. MAIS QUAND TU AS 18-19 ANS, TU NE SAIS PAS CE QUI T'ARRIVE - RIEN N'EST ARRIVÉ AU FLIC PARCE QUE LES FLICS PROTÈGENT LES SIENS ... UN CAS SUR UN MILLIARD ...

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Oliver (2)

‘Good morning, Mr Butler. Beautiful morning! Is Artemis up yet?’

Breezy was always the first word that leapt into Butler’s mind whenever he encountered Oliver Doyle, and he done so a fair few times in recent weeks. Breezy or more like an erratic gust of autumn wind that blew leaves into shop doorways. And never stopped talking.

‘It’s a little early for Artemis,’ said Butler, cautiously.

‘But it’s eight o’clock and the sun is shining!’

‘Yes, I know. But Artemis has always been more of a night owl.’

‘He should have been called Athena then,’ said Oliver and then laughed heartily to himself. ‘You get it, right?’

Butler forced a smile, the same smile he offered to Artemis when he would crack a “joke”. It had to be the school.

‘Did West drop you off here?’ he asked.

‘No, I ran. I go for a run every morning.’

‘Good man.’

‘Does Artemis ever go jogging?’

Butler laughed. Unprofessional, maybe, but it did come from years of trying and failing to persuade Artemis to exercise.

‘Maybe he’ll come running with me one day.’

Butler stared at the fifteen year old boy. If he couldn’t persuade Artemis, and if Holly, Foaly, and Dr Argon combined couldn’t persuade Artemis, and even having survived trolls and goblins and pixies by running still all failed, then how could Oliver succeed?

‘You are free to try,’ he told Oliver.

It wasn’t that Butler disliked Oliver, it was more that he was still living in quiet disbelief that a peer was interested in Artemis enough to want to visit first thing in the morning. Bullies and enemies was what Artemis had, not friends.

‘Can I hear the twins? Can I go play with them while I wait for Artemis? I love kids!’

He had disappeared into the garden before Butler had even had time to open his mouth.

000

Artemis stumbled downstairs an hour later. He was met with the sight of Oliver charging around the kitchen with both Myles and Beckett clinging onto him.

‘Morning!’ Oliver called as he skidded past Artemis when turning a sharp corner around the table. ‘Did we wake you?’

‘No. How could you when I was already awake after you decided to call my phone?’

‘Just wanted to give you a subtle nudge. I’ll make you a coffee if that helps.’

‘Thank you.’

‘He won’t have coffee,’ Butler interrupted. ‘He’s supposed to be on a caffeine break.’

Artemis glared. ‘Says who?’

‘Both your mother and the doctor. Argon. Something you know full well. You can have decaffeinated tea. You can both have decaffeinated tea.’

Artemis shuddered.

‘I’ll make it!’ said Oliver, reaching for the kettle.

‘No, thank you, young man.’

Oliver instead plunged his hand into his rucksack and produced several books.

‘Shall we get started?’

‘On what?’

‘At school yesterday you said you’d help me learn my lines. For Hamlet. Remember?’

‘How could I remember when I am quite certain that I never made such a promise in the first place?’

Oliver looked sheepish. ‘Well, you were asleep when I asked you. But you sounded like you were agreeing with me.’

Butler raised an eyebrow. ‘Sleeping at school, Artemis? Does it happen often?’

Artemis suddenly became very interested in Oliver’s battered old copy of Hamlet, flicking the pages as loudly as possible.

‘Hold on!’ Oliver cried, green eyes shining mischievously. ‘If you had forgotten your promise -’

‘Hadn’t forgotten. Never promised you anything. I wasn’t conscious.’

Butler rolled his eyes.

‘- what did you think I had come here so early for?’

Artemis shrugged. ‘You just seem the type.’

‘What type?’

‘The energetic type who spends all his time dashing from one friend’s house to another.’

‘I do not....well, maybe during the holidays....Never mind that! Hamlet, Hamlet, Hamlet!’

‘Well, at least you’ve proven that you’ve memorized the titular character’s name. That’s a promising start.’

‘There, you see, Mr Butler, I come for the snarky ambiance of Fowl Manor. Couldn’t do without it.’

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Bloodline

Piper tapped her heel against the cold elevator floor, checking her wristwatch while balancing her 7 cups of coffee. Stepping out, she saw Jordan speed past her and weave between agents in the bullpen to Hotch’s office. “This can’t be good,” she heard Rossi say as she offered the two coffee. Jordan flung open the door, interrupting Hotch’s call.

“We have a request from Alabama.” She spoke confidently while Hotch attempted to interrupt. “A husband and wife were murdered at their home while they were sleeping. Their 10-year-old daughter went missing. Bodies were discovered less than an hour ago.” As Hotch marched down past Bishop, Rossi and Prentiss with his go-bag, he gave them the briefest of explanations while grabbing his coffee. Piper passed Jordan her coffee quickly and while Prentiss went to fetch Morgan and Reid, Bishop grabbed their go-bags, only having to juggle 2 coffees now.

In the jet, Piper sat in front of Rossi, adjacent to Jordan as she flicked through the file, listening to Todd’s briefing. “Parents are Geoff and Nancy Hale; both their throats were slit.”

“Efficient kills. Cold, calculated,” Piper noted quickly.

“That’s because the real target was down the hall,” Emily added.

“She has a name.” Jordan frowned at Emily. “Her name is Cate.” Emily nodded and Spencer shifted in his stance next to Hotch. Even Garcia could feel the tension all the way in DC.

“Well, with the unsub’s head start, he could be anywhere within a 400-mile radius,” Hotch said, eyes trained on his file. “Todd, make sure that they're casting a wide enough net. Cate’s biological father found the body. Bishop, I want you to interview him. Garcia, I want a list of registered sex offenders in a 20-mile radius and aerial views of the neighbourhood. Dave, you and Morgan go to the crime scene. Prentiss go through the autopsy report and Reid build your geographic profile. Remember, we have less that 8 hours to find her.” The briefing over, Piper left to grab a cup of coffee and Jordan followed her.

“You see this type of stuff often?” Piper sighed wearily.

“I hate to say it, but they happen.” Jordan leaned her head against the airplane wall.

“I don’t get it. She’s 10. What possible reasoning could there be? How sick do you have to be to—” Piper lay her hand on Jordan’s shoulder gently.

“You honestly want to know?” At Jordan’s nod, Piper continued. “Justifications for child abductions vary greatly. Most of the time, they’re done by women who want to replace their own lost child. Other times, they’re paedophiles who can’t keep it in their pants. They’re the ones you can’t feel sorry for.”

“Huh—” Jordan went to say, but Piper was on a roll now.

“And incidentally, child abductions aren’t recent either,” she rattled on, oblivious to Jordan’s deepening frown. “Aztecs would ritually sacrifice a child under 10 every day. There’s even debate on whether the Pied Piper of Hamelin was a medieval mass abduction and I am not helping, am I?” Piper winced at her own indiscretion. “Sorry.” Piper took her cup and left to settle down in her seat.

Derek took off his sunglasses as he exited the SUV, approaching the house. They greeted the officer who showed the agents the crime scene, walking them through the back door with the smashed windowpane, up to the master bedroom. Meanwhile, Emily looked over the autopsy report with Jordan. Both groups noticed the same thing as one pair stared at the bloody bedsheets and the other flicked through the photographs. “We’re dealing with multiple unsubs,” Emily pointed out to Jordan before going to find Hotch who told her that Derek and Rossi came to the same conclusion.

At the same time, Piper entered the sheriff’s office, the stench of booze hitting her before the sight of the man. “Hi, I’m Dr Piper Bishop, I’m with the FBI. Can I get you something? Coffee or water?”

“No-no. I can answer your questions, Doctor.”

“Piper’s fine. Sir, do you know if anyone disliked your ex-wife and her husband? Did they have any enemies?”

“No. I mean, I don’t know. I don’t- don’t know.”

“That’s okay. What about Cate? Did she tell you about anyone new in her life?”

“She's a normal kid, you know. She...meets people all the time.”

“This would be an adult, possibly a white male. He might be an authority figure to her. Could be a new teacher or neighbour…”

“Uh…sorry.”

“Sir, what do you know about Cate?”

“Um… We go to the movies a lot…There’s a new multiplex at the mall so…”

“I’m sorry, sir, but when’s the last time you saw Cate?”

“I get visitation every two weeks.”

“I see. And you stick to that schedule?”

“I uh…”

“Look, sir, with all due respect, I need to know everything about Cate. Can you provide that kind of information?”

“Umm… What kind of information?”

“Things that make her unique. What makes her stand out? Even if it’s just dietary requirements.” Piper shrugged, hoping he could give her something.

“Well, she has epilepsy. Gets seizures sometimes.”

“Thank you. We’ll keep you posted with any developments.” Piper shook his hand heartily before sprinting out to find Hotch. Piper leaned against the table next to Spencer as she told Hotch who dialled Morgan immediately to check for whether her medication had been taken too.

“They didn’t know to take the medication,” Hotch announced to the group as Emily and Jordan joined them from another room.

“So, the crime isn’t personal?” Spencer asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“I think it adds up. I mean, look at the MO.” Piper motioned towards the pinned pictures. “Slitting their throats, it’s efficient and cold.”

“That makes tracking them down harder, though,” Emily thought aloud. “Think about it, what’s the motive?” Piper moved past Emily to look closer at the pictures, then the map.

“Efficiency. They killed the parents,” she murmured as the group watched her. “No point of extortion if the parents are dead or if the biological father hasn’t seen her in…” Piper whirled around; eyes wide.

“What is it?”

“She’s 10, pre-pubescent. Not old enough for it to be human trafficking or slavery but…” Piper hesitated, stumbling over her words. “I think she’s a forced child bride.” She stammered, trying to explain as she saw the confusion in her team’s expressions. “Look, they killed her parents and if they didn’t even know about the medication for her epilepsy, then it’s likely they didn’t realise she had a biological father. It’s efficient and calculated and she’s just young enough to be susceptible to brainwashing or Stockholm’s syndrome even. I can’t see any other explanation and it’s a feasible possibility.” She turned to Spencer to back her up.

“Well, a recent study did find that 6 out of 1 000 children in the United States were married and Unchained at Last found marriage licenses for more than 167,000 children, so it’s possible.”

“The problem is when they’ll find out she has epilepsy. They could discard her or even…” Piper didn’t want to say the words, not out loud, but everyone heard them.

“And the primary cause of seizures is stress,” Emily said, and Jordan left, not wanting to hear any more.

When Derek and Rossi returned, Piper and Emily filled them in while Spencer kept expanding his geographical profile. Hotch reappeared from the Sheriff’s office, taking Piper and Jordan with him to the hospital. Cate had been found on the side of a road, 84 miles from the house, which confused both Hotch and Spencer.

As they entered the hospital, Hotch asked Piper to conduct a cognitive interview with Cate, explaining it might make things easier for Cate. Piper obliged, stepping inside the private room, and asked to speak with Cate alone. Her father left and Piper introduced herself with a warm smile which Cate reciprocated weakly. The little girl tried sitting up and Piper helped her. “Hi Cate. I’m Piper, I’m with the FBI. I’m very sorry about your parents. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions so we can find out who did this?” Cate shook her head, ready to get this over and done with. “I’m gonna do what’s called a cognitive interview, okay? It’s how we help you remember what happened.”

Cate’s voice turned small. “I’m scared,” she whimpered. Piper held her hand.

“I know, honey. But I’ll be right here. We’ll get through this together.” Cate nodded slowly. “Okay, I want you to close your eyes. What’s the first thing you remember?”

“It's cold.”

“You're outside? Who's there?”

“A man. he told me to-- keep quiet.”

“What is he doing?”

“He's holding my hand. It hurts. He's waiting for something.” Piper rubbed Cate’s wrists.

“What does he look like?”

“I don't want to be here.”

“He can't hurt you; I promise. I'm right here,” she repeated soothingly to Cate.

“Tall. Dark hair. Old.”

“Old? Old like me?”

“Old like my dad.”

“Is anyone else there?”

“Someone's coming! Piper, Piper, help me!” The little girl started to shriek, and Piper enveloped her in her arms.

“I’m right here, Cate. He can’t hurt you,” she said tenderly. “I’m right here.” Cate started to calm down, her breathing steady against Piper. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Cate took in a deep breath as she straightened up, evidently calmer. Piper kept her hands wrapped as Cate closed her eyes again.

“He—He put me in the trunk.”

“How long were you in there?”

“I don't know. Not long. 10 minutes.”

“Was the ride bumpy or smooth?”

“It was smooth. I wanted to scream, but no sound would come out.”

“It's okay,” Piper said, rubbing Cate’s hands. “So, the car stops, and they open the trunk. What do you hear?”

“Wind. Wind through the trees.”

“And what do you smell?”

“Cooking.”

“Are you inside now?”

“They’ve taken my shoes off.”

“That’s so you won’t run. You’re doing great. I want you to look down at your feet and tell me what you're standing on.”

“Carpet. I'm in a little room. With clothes and tinfoil all around me.”

“What do you hear?”

“I--I hear bells.”

“What kind of bells?”

“Small. Like a fairy. Every time they ring, the man says something to the boy.”

“The boy?”

“He's standing right next to you,” Cate whispered.

“How old is he?”

“9. Almost 10. His mother’s calling him, puyule or something. I think his parents want me to play with him.”

“His parents?”

“Piper, I don't want to go. I don't want to go. Don’t let them make me go!”

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. I’m right here. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?” Piper kept rubbing Cate’s hands. “Cate, open your eyes.” Piper smiled as she blinked slowly. “See? I’m right here. Everything’s gonna be okay. You did a great job, you know that?” Cate nodded slowly before hugging Piper tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and Piper carded a hand through Cate’s hair.

“Listen, I’m gonna send your father in, okay?” Piper got up from the hospital bed, kissing Cate on the forehead before she left. She clasped Mr Scheuren’s shoulder. “You’ve got a very resilient daughter, sir. She’s going to be just fine.”

“Did they touch her?”

“No, no. Not in that way, no.”

“Thank god.”

“You can go in and see her if you’d like.” She smiled mournfully at the father and daughter embracing, turning as she saw Hotch approach. “She was taken by a family. Parents and a little boy about her age. They took her from her house in a car and then into an RV. A short ride on a road and then into a wooded area. Explains how they only travelled about 90 miles. She also said the mother called the boy puyule, I’d guess some form of nickname. Emily or Spencer might know where that’s from.”

“Call her. I’ll get Derek and Rossi to check RV parks.”

^-^

The next morning, the team reconvened in the precinct. Piper was perched on a table, sipping a cup of tea. Emily had mentioned the night before that puyule was a Romanian term of endearment and Derek and Rossi had found shards of coloured glass matching the ones found at Cate’s house. “You know, if the family speaks Romanian, the spreading of the glass makes sense,” Piper remarked. Her colleagues blinked at her. “It's an Eastern European superstition for good luck.”

“So, they're Romanian. We already knew that,” the sheriff scoffed.

“Not just Romanian,” Spencer elaborated. “We're talking about people that are highly superstitious and obsessed with ritual.”

“Romani.” Piper nodded, continuing to sip her tea. “Gypsies, but this family’s specifically the type that perverted Romani culture. Usually, gypsies are tight-knit and nomadic like our unsubs, but not usually prone to violence.” The sheriff just stared at her.

“Why do you know that?”

“My father’s a gypsy,” Piper deadpanned, slurping her tea as Spencer smirked behind her and Morgan chuckled as he called Garcia to widen her search parameters.

“Hey, baby girl, we need to talk.”

“PG or NC-17?”

“You're on speakerphone.”

“I charge extra for groups.” Piper chuckled through her tea.

“We need you to run through crimes similar to the Hale murders in the last 2 years,” Rossi called out.

“Oh, I already did that. Zip.”

“Go back even further, Garcia. Cross-reference against any small towns that have had reports of petty theft associated with waves of Romani populations entering the area.”

“Romani?”

“Gypsies,” Piper filled in.

“As in "gypsies, tramps, and thieves"?”

“Exactly.” Derek smirked.

“Oh, bless you all for turning my life into a Cher song.” Piper’s eyebrows furrowed at Garcia’s pop culture reference.

“Isn’t that song about a minor’s relationship with an adult who then gets pregnant?”

“Piper don’t you dare ruin Cher for me. As for Derek, you will have it nearly immediately.”

“You're the best.”

“We have another problem.” Piper set her empty cup down. “Cate said the kid was almost 10 and she clearly didn’t fit their needs. That means they’re probably hunting another victim as we speak.”

“We need to deliver our profile. Sheriff, you need to get your men together as soon as possible.”

^-^

“The unsubs we're looking for are a family,” Hotch said as the large group shared the information packets between them. “A father, a mother, and a son, approximately 10 years old. We believe they're of Romanian descent.”

“The family travels in an RV,” Rossi continued, “but they also have another vehicle that they use to go back and forth between campsites and cities.”

“We need you to call every RV park in the area,” Derek asked. “Alert the owners to be on the lookout for a family that fits this description, as well as a campsite that might have broken glass scattered around.”

“The breaking of the glass and the discarding of Cate Hale because of her epilepsy leads us to believe that these are highly superstitious people and that they are playing out a very specific ritual,” Spencer explained, gesturing with his hands. “The focus of this ritual are the young girls.”

“Do we know why?” A voice piped up from the middle of the group.

“Historically, prepubescent girls were chosen as brides, purely because a child’s developmental process was based on their physicality.” Piper explained from Spencer’s side. “Girls would be married before they hit puberty so that they could learn the duties of a wife and mother. As society changed, so did the age requirements for marriage. We think this family is perverting those ancient norms as a cultural obligation.”

“We do know from the location of Cate Hale's house that they don't come across these girls by accident,” Rossi continued. “They study. They hunt.”

“Cate's father said that she liked to go to the movies at their local multiplex. That's a good place to start,” Piper provided.

“Also look at the parks, malls,” Hotch continued. “Concentrate on those that are an easy drive from the RV parks you locate. This family is out there and they're looking for their next victim.” As Hotch finished the profile, Emily popped in from the next room.

“Hotch, you need to see this.” The team walked in to see the fax machine in overdrive, sending out flurries of paper.

“What is this? Garcia, you there?”

“Present. So, I went ahead and went further back looking for similar cases and I made the search national. There's 30 of them and they go as far back as 1909. Rapid City, South Dakota, Taos, New Mexico, Gary, Indiana. My map is lit up like a Christmas tree.”

“This looks like a generational tradition.” Piper held up about 5 cases in her fist. “There’s no way the same nuclear family unit could be doing all of these… Emily, the autopsy report, what made you think there were two unsubs?”

“The father’s throat was slit cleanly, the other wasn’t.”

“Was it shaky? As though someone was doing it for the first time?”

“You don’t think…” Emily trailed off. “They really are training a child to become a killer.”

“They’ve got an entire method planned out,” Rossi realised. “They kill the parents so that finding the child becomes a matter of less priority.”

“Sir, it gets worse. I got a hit on a hair fibre in the blanket the unsubs used to wrap Cate Hale. It belongs to Kathy Gray; she was abducted in 1971 after her parents were murdered.”

“So, you're telling me one of these little girls is now one of our unsubs?” Piper rubbed her face and collapsed into a chair.

“That's what it looks like.” Jordan mirrored Piper’s movements, sitting on the couch with cradling her head in her hands. While most of them shuffled off to the hotels to get some sleep, Jordan sat by the table, reading through each report.

“You’ll go crazy doing that.” Piper smirked as she sat down across from her, sliding a cup of coffee towards her. “Figured I might as well stay up with you.”

“How come these cases don’t get to you?”

“Oh, believe me, they do. They get to us all. Even Hotch. But it makes us better profilers, better people.” Jordan nodded.

“I just feel like—”

“You should be doing more?” Piper chuckled, tracing the rim of her mug with her forefinger. “Yeah, that question plagued me for years. I was constantly moving jobs; you know and one day I found myself in Texas as a history teacher at an elementary cum middle school. And as I’m teaching these kids, my class goes from 45 down to 43 and turns out, it’s a kid in my class.” Piper scoffed. “Some days I still feel responsible. Like I should’ve paid more attention or talked to him or something. But I try to live with it. I pay more attention to people. We make mistakes. We have to own up to them and live with them and hope that it makes us better for it.” Jordan nodded, then faltered.

“What, what happened to your kids?”

“Oh, another kid in my class chased them into the woods before bludgeoning them to death.” Piper nodded; her mouth drawn into a line.

“A working theory from 1971 was that a transient killed the family and abducted Kathy Gray. Then all the leads went cold. How do you watch your family get murdered and then make a life with the people who did it?”

“It's Stockholm syndrome. You adapt or die.”

“So, now she's training her son to be a murderer?”

“At a certain point, once traditions are handed down generation after generation, there is no right or wrong. Add in the fact that the Romani are a closed society, the unsub’s simply twisted and distorted traditions to become entirely insular.”

“So, abducting the children keeps the bloodline pure, killing the parents makes sure people stop looking for them.”

“Yeah. Sick, isn’t it?” Their conversation died as the sheriff walked in.

“We’ve got a report of an RV on fire about 20 miles from here.” Piper stood up, downing the rest of her coffee.

“Can you let the others know? I’ll go get started on the new scene,” she asked before leaving, accepting the keys to a bike she could use.

^-^

Piper surveyed the charred RV, pulling on blue surgical gloves as Derek and Spencer pulled up behind her. “It was started less than an hour ago,” she announced, “so they can't be far. It looks like they left almost everything.”

“They got what they wanted; they’re starting over.” Spencer nodded as he walked over to the spilled over clothes and remnants.

“Look at the clothes. Most of them still have the store sensors on them,” Derek pointed out, holding up a pair of burnt trousers.

“The tinfoil.” Piper squatted. “Cate Hale remembered being locked in a room with clothes and tinfoil.”

“Makes sense, the Romani tend to make their living being petty thieves,” Spencer added.

“Looks like they really are gypsies, tramps and thieves,” Piper joked sardonically.

“Also accounts for the bells.” Spencer held them up, handing them over to Morgan for closer inspection. “Cate says she remembers hearing the sound of bells, followed directly by the father talking to the son.” Piper snorted, getting up.

“School of the 7 bells.” She shook her head mirthlessly. “You dress a mannequin; you line a suit with 7 bells. If you can pick his pocket without a bell ringing, you're ready to work a crowd.” She shrugged, wiping her hands.

“They abducted Lynn and killed her family in an area that they knew was surrounded by police and the FBI,” Derek sighed as he rose up.

“They had to. They can't deviate. We also know that they're starting over,” Reid explained, joining the two. “Which means they're gonna need some money. We need to get to the nearest mall.” Piper nodded, pulling off her gloves and moving towards her bike as Spencer called Hotch.

Piper stormed purposefully into the mall, helping the sheriff direct officers into Hotch’s given positions. Within a half hour, the BAU had local officers peppered strategically throughout the mall, putting up wanted posters as the profilers split into pairs to traverse the multiplex. Piper and Emily strode towards the food courts as Spencer and Derek took the first floor. Dave and Jordan traversed the higher end department stores while Hotch kept an eye on security footage. Before Piper and Emily could be tempted by the delicious lure of food, they heard a siren from the floor below them and started sprinting down the escalator. As her feet slapped the escalator steps, Piper’s heart pounded, unlatching her gun. She heard Emily yell out as she jumped the last few steps. “Kathy Gray! Put the bags down and your hands in the air!” Piper handcuffed her, pushing her towards the police to escort her out, uncertainty lodged in the back of her mind.

“Something’s not right,” she muttered, a hand scratching her bare neck. “They've been stealing for years and they never get caught. This was too easy,” Emily’s forehead unwrinkled and she haphazardly dialled Hotch.

^-^

Piper watched intently as Emily and Hotch played good cop, bad cop. While Hotch played the part of an infuriated boss, eerily well Piper noted, Emily played the calm voice of reason, arguing with Hotch every few minutes and a few more minutes later, Piper felt Spencer’s arm brush against hers. “How's it going so far?”

“They're trying to crack her by reminding her of the girl she used to be.”

“I hope this good cop/ bad cop routine works. If her family gets away, we've lost that little girl forever.” Piper nodded solemnly; her jaw clenched tight.

“We’ll find her,” Piper asserted gently, before walking out. Spencer stayed, watching as Hotch kept pressing her for information, dictating names of every fencer in Huntsville. Finally, after what seemed like a dozen or so names, she spoke.

“I won’t help you.” Emily beamed at Kathy.

“You just did.” Spencer ran out, alerting the team and they left, each donning their vests and mics.

Piper slammed the SUV door behind her as Rossi and Morgan flanked her. On the opposite side of the SUV, Hotch and Spencer flanked Emily as the 6 of them approached the fencer. Through the clamour of bright flashlights in the dark, Piper wrapped her arms around the little girl while Derek and Hotch cuffed the father. Emily took the boy to another SUV as Piper carried the 10-year-old girl to her own SUV. Despite the shouting behind her, the SUV was a sanctuary as the little girl gulped down an entire water bottle. Piper shut the door behind her, leaving herself and the little girl alone in the car. Piper managed to dig out a candy bar from her bag in the car, handing it to the girl who started crying about halfway through the bar, from grief and exhaustion. “You’re okay,” Piper soothed, caressing her hair as the little girl clutched at her. “I’m right here, you’re gonna be okay.” They stayed like that until the little one fell asleep on her lap. The nightmare outside over, Spencer and Rossi entered the SUV and Piper raised a finger to her lips at them, making them aware of the sleeping child. Piper stroked her head as they headed to the hospital.

Once admitted, Piper made sure the little girl was sleeping peacefully before slipping out of the hospital with Spencer. Yet, Spencer noticed the still-injured face Piper wore. “Hey, we got them. It’s over.” Out in the cold night air, Spencer resisted the temptation to slip a stray strand of Piper’s hair away.

“We got one family, Spence. You saw that pile up of unattended cases.” She gazed off into the woods. “Who knows how many more are out there?” Spencer desperately wanted to wrap Piper in his arms, tell her it would all be okay, that he would fix it all for her. But all he could do was nod solemnly.

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Ateez: wedding thread

Part 1: hyung line

Part 2: maknae line

Hongjoong

Proposal:

he prepared for months and wrote a song about your lovestory especially for the proposal

you both get really emotional when he sings the song to you (but how could you not)

Guests:

50-100; would love to invite all of your friends and family, but doesn’t want to invite everyone he knows, so it doesn’t get out of hand

Outfit:

would design it himself and maybe hire a designer to bring his vision to life (if he can’t do it by himself)

would wear quite a lot of accessories

would make sure that your clothes look good together

Wedding ring:

you would design individual rings that are really unique and express your personality and connection

Photography:

would love to have his friends and family capture the wedding (Jongho, I see you)

but also has a team of photographers, who will make an aesthetic video and film everything

Venue: somewhere in the city, maybe the top floor of a skyscraper

does a lot of the decoration himself, as he has an eye for details and you love his sense of style

Flowers: blue lilies

Colors of the decoration: dark blues and touches of silver und gold

Music: would compose several songs just for your wedding and gets teary performing them; you both hire your favorite band and dance the night away

On the wedding day

gets really excited but also a little nervous

probably jumps around a lot

asks everyone if they already saw you

his friends calm him down (or try to)

he’s already smiling before you enter the room

but once he sees you, he just wonders how he got so lucky and he can’t wait for you to finally be married

holds you really tight after your first kiss as a married couple

Seonghwa

Proposal:

after being together for 5 years, he couldn’t imagine a life without you, so one day he saw a beautiful wedding ring while window shopping and it became clear to him that he wants to marry you

would prepare for the proposal and wants to be very romantic

you two are in a boat driving around town when he asks you to marry him

he gets a little nervous but nearly cries when you say yes

Guests:

40, your closest friends and family, would prefer a more intimate wedding

Outfit: a really classic look- black or white suit, no accessoires

Wedding ring: a silver ring with diamonds and rubies

Photography:

you would probably have a long photoshoot in your venue with a lot of changes of the scenery

for the ceremony there are also various photographers, as he wants to capture every moment from every possible angle

Venue:

an old castle, which is beautifully decorated in white and a light pink color and a lot of flowers

Flowers: white roses

Colors of the decoration: white and silver with a touch of pink

Music: a pianist for the ceremony and a band for the party (would also invite all of the members of Ateez, who would perform a song as a surprise)

On the wedding day

freaks out, because he wants everything to be perfect and how you both imagined it

checks every detail 10 000 times

takes his lint roller everywhere, so everything looks spotless

but the second he sees you walking down the aisle, he forgets about everything else

it wouldn’t matter, if the apocalypse happened around you right now, as he couldn’t take his eyes of you and forgets about the surroundings

he just looks at you the whole day and nobody else matters

feels immediately calm when you take his hand

Yunho

Proposal:

you’re together on vacation and he really enjoys your time together

when you both relax on the beach, he feels like he is really living in paradise with you and he wants it to last forever

so one morning before breakfast, he goes to the city and buys an engagement ring

the proposal itself is spontaneous and Yunho is kind of a mess, because he can’t stop smiling and does not remember what he wanted to tell you

but by the look of his eyes you can see how much he loves you

cries when you say yes (and after that you start crying too, but after a while you both laugh together)

Guests:

100-150, this boy knows a lot of people and although it may be a bit much, he just wants to show his love to everyone and wants them to celebrate your special day with him

Outfit: dark blue suit with a flower

Wedding ring: rose gold with a diamond and a signature inside which reads ,,Yours forever”

Photography:

you both wouldn’t like a staged photoshoot, so you ask your friends and family to take spontaneous pictures of you

prefers funny and real pictures

there probably would be a photo booth at the wedding

also hands out instant cameras to several guest

although the pictures are not perfect, they capture your relationship beautifully and feel special to you as the people you love took them

Venue:

a large location with a garden and lots of flowers

Flowers: literally all colors of the rainbow, flowers are everywhere

Colors of decoration: pale blue with touches of all colors, the decoration itself is quite colorful, but it goes together

Music: classical music for the ceremony

for the party you hire a DJ, cause this boy gotta show his moves and no one can hold him

would do a choreography for your wedding dance and you practice a lot

although you both are way to giggly to dance it perfectly, you just enjoy it while spinning around with the love of your life

On the wedding day

he is nervous and really excited

smiles so much, it basically hurts his face

calls you every few minutes, to ask how you’re feeling

his best friend Mingi (who also is his best man) tries to calm him down, but you can imagine how that goes

when he sees you in your wedding outfit, he almost faints and gets teary

thinks to himself ,,How did I get so lucky?”

also asks himself what it took him so long to marry you, it was crystal-clear from the beginning that it was meant to be

can’t wait to finally be your husband

compliments you before the ceremony starts

cries while you hold your speech and does his best to finish his

and the wedding kiss feels like the beginning of a lifetime of happiness

Yeosang

Proposal

you know each other for almost 5 years and also live together

when you have a really bad day, Yeosang gets upset and he wants to make sure, that he’s always there to make you feel better

you both talked about marriage before, but you were really chill about it and took your time

but Yeosang feels like your relationship is on another level, because you are basically the light of his life and he wants to call you his wife/husband

so a week after your breakdown he comes up with the idea for the proposal

you go on a weekend getaway to the sea, where you watch the stars on a terrace

and he prepared a really sweet speech, but he gets so nervous (his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, i’m sorry)

when he finally proposes you both embrace in a tight hug and hold onto each other for a long time

Guests: 50, a rather small wedding with your friends and family

Outfit: more of a classic look with a dark suit, but touches of color

Wedding ring: silver with a sapphire or rose quartz

Photography

you would hire a photographer for a shoot, but the shoot itself wouldn’t take up a lot of time, because you would rather enjoy the wedding itself

Jongho would film the ceremony and your friends and family all take photos, so you get a ton of pictures together

there would be a rose wall to take pictures infront of

there are pictures of you everywhere, because you wanted to express your lovestory in the wedding venue

Venue

an old building with a garden and lots of fairy lights

Flowers: lilac flowers

Colors of the decoration: pale colors with touches of pink and blue

Music: a singer for the ceremony and a band for the party, which would cover your favorite songs

Yeosang would also like to sing a song for you (so he can finally get his lines) or a duet

On the wedding day

Yeosang would be giggly, nervous and excited

on one hand he can’t wait to finally marry you, but he is more nervous than he ever was on stage

gets really flustered when he sees you (and probally laughs in his hand, because he can’t contain his excitement)

almost gets choked up while saying his vows

when it’s finally time to say yes, he is about to cry and brings out the tiniest yes you ever heard in his adorable voice and it’s so cute

after the ceremony he is almost back to normal, clings to you the whole day and just enjoys himself

when you see him dancing with a flower girl, you can imagine him being such a sweet dad (but that’s for another day, cause I’m already devastated)

#ateez #atiny #yeosang #yunho #mingi #san #seonghwa #hongjoong #wooyoung #jongho #wedding #fluff #au #ateez imagines #scenario #boyfriend #husband #kiss

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