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rafe cameron ff ⎥secret bunny

part 2 ⎥bunny 🐰

summary: 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

JJ‘s cousin, also sarah‘s best friend is coming back to obx for the summer break after 4 years. Oh and how Rafe remembers her

word count : 3k

warning: sexual tension, language, ghostface!rafe, alcohol, best friends brother, English is not my first language

pt. 2:

Full of anticipation, I walked through the city in hope of finding a good costume. After I woke up, Sarah called me and apologized for Topper's behavior where I told her that I was also a little bit ashamed of JJ's actions.

She asked me if I would like to come earlier and get ready together. Of course I agreed. She recommended a store in town where they sell costumes, which I was now standing in front of.

I went in and had a look around. I didn't want anything too flashy but still something that would be recognizable. I found myself standing in front of a bunny costume. It consisted of a headband with big fluffy ears, a furry nose and a flower for the bottom.

I paid for it and left the store. I quickly called a cab to take me to Sarah's.

When I arrived, I looked at the Cameron's estate. Now that I was older, I realized for the first time how huge Tanny Hill actually was. I walked slowly through the front garden, which was bigger than John B's entire home. Sometimes I wondered how fair this world really was. Why can Sarah and I live in big houses and John B and JJ live in small huts and have to fend for themselves?

I rang the doorbell and waited a moment before it opened and two arms wrapped around my waist. "Wheezie! How big you've gotten!" I looked down in amazement and looked at Sarah's little sister. "Sarah is upstairs in her room waiting for you. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." "Thank you." I smiled at her before going upstairs to Sarah's room. Everything felt so familiar but so strange at the same time. As a child, I had never thought about what happens when I wasn't in outer banks.

But now, especially after last night, I wondered more and more what I had missed.

I opened the first door in the hallway. " Hey Sarah." I smiled at her as she came towards me. " Hey." She hugged me tightly and exhaled deeply. " Sorry again for the mess yesterday. This is not how I had imagined our reunion." " It's all right. As I said, JJ wasn't entirely innocent either." " How is John B? Is everything all right with him?" " Yes, a black eye and a few bruises. Nothing he can't get over." " Good good." She nodded. " So? Did you find a costume?"

I unpacked my things, including my costume, and showed her my options. " Hmm.. the pink satin dress would look super cute together with the bunny ears. "

"Yes, that was my favorite too. I think I'll leave out the nose though." We laughed and held them in front of each other's faces.

" Who is actually coming to the party?" " Pretty much everyone. I just hope everything stays a bit more peaceful today than yesterday. " She sighed and put on her costume. She had a headband with a halo on it and big white angel wings that she put on over a short white dress. We got ready for the party together, put on our make-up and styled our hair. I left mine down with my natural waves.

I was putting on my lipstick when Sarah came into the room and spun around. "And? How do I look?" She looked really great. Almost like an real angel.

" Fantastic. If you weren't with Topper, I'd almost say you were taking someone home with you tonight. " Her cheeks flushed and she looked into the mirror. "You know that feeling when something just doesn't feel right? Like it shouldn't be."

I stood up slowly and stepped behind her. " Are you thinking about Topper?" I asked cautiously. " She shrugged her shoulders. " You know, I've only been in one relationship so far, but what I do know is that the right one never makes you doubt whether he's the right one or not.", I told her.

"He tries so hard, but I always have the feeling that it's more about appearances. The most important thing is that we look good together and show up everywhere together. I don't know if that's what love is supposed to feel like." Without wanting to tell her anything wrong, I hugged her from behind and rested my head on her shoulder. "I have a feeling you already know the answer to that."

2 hours later

The first guests arrived an hour ago and the house was getting fuller by the minute. After we'd finished, Sarah and I decorated the house and got everything ready. She took care of the snacks and I took care of the drinks. Sarah took Wheezie to a friend of her's.

Like us, most of the guests had masks on or were wearing light make-up.

The party went great. Sarah introduced me to a few of her friends and I caught up with some old faces. " Hey Scar I know you probably don't like Topper very much now, but he's just coming through the door." she whispered to me before he stood next to us with Kelce. He kissed her and pulled her close to him. He was wearing a black costume with some blood and 2 small horns on his head. Kelce next to him was dressed as a vampire. "Ah, good and evil I presume?" I pointed between Topper and Sarah, whereupon Sarah looked sheepishly at Topper. "Yes, we wanted to be recognizable as a couple," Topper said, hugging Sarah from the side.

"The most important thing is that we look good together and show up everywhere together. I don't know if this is what love is supposed to feel like." Sarah's words replayed in my head.

"So, did you bring any of your friends with you?" Topper asked me, looking down at me cocky. " Why? Do you want to die again?" I knew I was going a bit too far, but if there was one thing I didn't like, it was arrogance. Whether it was wrong or right of JJ to hold a gun to Topper's head was one thing. But running your mouth the next day after almost wetting your pants is beyond crazy to me.

" Excuse me?!" He was visibly angry and took a step towards me, letting go of Sarah. " Topper..." Sarah intervened but I also took a step towards him. "No, that's okay Sarah. He's welcome to learn that even a girl can beat his ass up." I could see the red color rising in his face. " Oh yeah? How about we- " before he could continue, he was interrupted by a male voice.

" Hey hey hey, why don't we all calm down first?" Someone said with a foreign voice, dressed as ghostface. He was wearing black jeans, a black shirt and the mask. He put his hand on Topper's shoulder, where I immediately noticed the golden rings on his fingers. They looked familiar but I just couldn't think of who they belonged to.

"How about you two lovebirds and Kelce get out of here and I'll take care of our little bunny?" He let go of Topper and put an arm around my shoulders. " Ra-" " Like I said, I'll take care of it," he emphasized again.

They just nodded and disappeared. Sarah turned around and whispered "I'm sorry" to me. "So that's how you greet old friends in the Outer Banks, huh?" I turned my attention to Ghostface next to me. " Old friends? I don't know when I've ever been friends with Topper," I said, walking along with him. He walked me out of the house, into the garden, where only a few people were standing to smoke or talk.

We sat down on a bench with a table in front of it and a tarp over it. His arm was still around my shoulders, so he pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "Maybe not with Topper, but I would have thought my greeting would be a little sweeter." His voice was deep and somewhat muffled by the mask. Nevertheless, goose bumps formed all over my body. "Why should I greet a stranger?" "Am I? Am I a stranger?" He confused me more and more. "Who the hell are you?" " Oh bunny, I didn't think you would forget your first kiss so quickly."

My first ki- "Rafe?!" I looked at him, startled, and pulled the mask off his face. " Did you miss me?" There was a big grin on his lips as he scanned my shoked face. "I almost didn't recognize you when you were standing next to my sister last night. " " You were there last night too?" " Yes, but not long enough to see the fight. "

I didn't know what to say. He was the first person in a long time to leave me speechless. I also had no idea what he wanted from me. " What do you want from me?" I asked straight out.

He pulled me closer again and looked down at me. His eyes were always to fall in love with. Wait. Pull yourself together Scar. It's still Rafe. I took a closer look at his face and quickly realized how grown up he had become. He was incredibly handsome and only now did I realize how good he smelled. I looked into my cup and thought about how much I had to drink.

"Why do I have to want something? Isn't it possible that I just want to chat with you and find out how you are?" I've always been good at reading people and I knew straight away that he was lying and wanted something. "I'm fine Rafey, how are you?" I started to grin because I knew how much he hated it when I used to call him like that. He rolled his eyes and straightened up a little. "Now that you're here, I couldn't be feeling better, bunny. And I see you're just as cheeky as you've been for the last few years."

"Hmm, I'm beginning to think you've missed me," I replied. He softly put his hand on my knee, brushed his fingers over my skin and looked me in the eyes. Why couldn't I move? Why did his gaze captivate me so much? He lowered his head to the level of mine until his lips were right next to my ear again. " Would that be so bad? The last time I saw you, you were 14 and you just got your first kiss from me. " I tried to look away as my cheeks got hot but he took my chin between his fingers and turned my head around. " How 'bout trying again? You can't imagine how much better I am now."

His hot breath bounced against my skin. I bit my lower lip and tried to breathe normal. "Why so shy now hm?" he whispered. "Or didn't you like our first kiss as much as I did?"

We all sat in a big circle and waited excited until Chalsey had finished with the notes. After what felt like an eternity, she came into the room and placed an empty bottle in the middle of our round. "The rules are simple. Everyone takes a piece of paper from the bowl and reads out loud what it says, then spins the bottle and has to do what it says with the person the bottle is pointing at."

I was 14 at the time, as were most of the others in the room. The oldest were 16.

Linda next to me pulled a piece of paper out of the bowl first. She unfolded it and read out loud "kiss". A chorus went around the room as everyone waited to see who the bottle would land on. She crumpled up the scrap of paper again and put it back before taking the bottle in her hand, spinning it vigorously and waiting tensely. The bottle slowed down and stopped at... Kelce. Everyone looked up at the two of them and cheered.

Linda stood up shy and walked over to Kelce, who was sitting nervous in an armchair. His boys pushed him towards Linda. He stood up and slowly approached her face. When their lips touched, everyone started cheering and whistling again. They both sat back in their seats and looked sheepishly at each other.

"Scar, it's your turn." Chalsey said, holding out the bowl of notes to me. Excitedly, I took one out and opened it carefully. There it was and I couldn't believe my eyes. "Tell us, what did you get?" Sarah, who was sitting opposite me, asked me excited. "7 minutes in heaven."

My heart was beating incredibly fast as I took the bottle and spun it. I hoped it wouldn't be someone I didn't like. The bottle slowed down and my heart beat faster by the second. It stopped and my gaze followed the direction it was pointing at. Now my heart dropped in my pants. "Uuuhhh" everyone started giggling and whispering. Rafe. The bottle stopped at Rafe.

"My brother? Ew!" Sarah looked at her brother in disgust and shook her head. " You can use the wardrobe at the end of the hall. There are usually only umbrellas in there. We both stood up and walked towards each other. Rafe took my hand and pulled me behind him to the closet. He opened the door and let me in first. It wasn't really big, so I was slightly pressed against Rafe's torso as he got into the closet and closed the door.

Some light fell in through the crack in the closet and I could see Rafe's face. "Hi." I said shy. "Hey." He smiled a little and carefully put both hands on my hips. " We don't have to do this if you-" " No no no- I mean- it's okay Rafe. I'm not a kid anymore." The truth was, I'd always had a little crush on Rafe. I knew he was Sarah's brother, but I couldn't help it. Besides, I was sure he saw me as nothing more than his little sister's girlfriend. And I was only a year younger than Rafe.

I didn't want him to think I was a little girl who was scared, so I placed my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast under my palms. Was he nervous? His face moved closer to mine until I could feel his breath against my lips. " Have you ever kissed anyone?" I shook my head. " No." A smile formed on his lips before he brushed them against mine.

My heart felt like I was about to have a heart attack. "You smell good." Rafe whispered and looked me straight in the eyes. I got goosebumps as his grip on my hips tightened. "You too."

His lips finally touched mine and he closed the distance between us. He placed a hand on my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. His lips were soft and he tasted of the popcorn we all ate earlier. His second hand slowly stroked my stomach, which was exposed by my crop top. It startled me briefly, causing my mouth to open slightly. Rafe took his chance and ran the tip of his tongue over my bottomlip and then into my mouth.

I didn't know what to do so I did the same as he did, whereupon his grip on my cheek tightened a little and he pressed his body against mine. He let go of my lips and breathed just as quickly as I did. "You're a really good kisser," he moaned.

Out of breath, I could hardly answer and just nodded shyly. "Hey! Seven minutes are up!" Chalsey's voice rang out from behind the wardrope. "Too bad you're going home tomorrow," Rafe whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Rafe stroke my cheek. " I think you did." he smiled and looked at me. "My question is still open though, what do you really want from me?" His eyebrows furrowed and his expression became a little more irritated. "Bunny, I told you I don't want to -" "Hey! Get your slimy hands off her!" I jerked my head to the side. " JJ?" Now I was the one who was irritated. "What are you doing here?" " I wanted to talk to you, to find out how you're doing. We haven't spoken all day." Rafe stood up next to me and looked at JJ. "Are you surprised she doesn't want to talk to you after you put a gun to Topper's head yesterday?" "You stay out of this Rafe!"

I stood up and put a hand on Rafe's chest to hold him back. "Rafe, please go inside. I'll sort it out." " Are you sure?" I nodded and smiled at him briefly. " Okay, I'll be inside if you need me." " Thanks, Rafe." He went inside and left me and JJ alone.

"JJ...what were you thinking?" I sat back down on the bench. "I don't know. I just saw him almost drown John B and then, well... that was the first thing that came to my mind." "Why did you even have a fucking gun on you?" " It's a long story but John B and I found it a a few weeks ago." I shook my head and eyed him. I could tell he was really sorry, but that didn't really change anything for now.

" JJ, I'll be home tomorrow or tonight. I'll write to let you know. But please go now." He sighed but listened to me." Love you, Scar. See you later." "Love you too, JJ." I watched him leave the property and then went back inside myself.

" Scar! Is everything all right? I'm so sorry I left you alone with Rafe, it was so stupid of me." I smiled and looked at my hands. " It's all right. He wasn't that bad to be honest." " Wow. Are you sure we're talking about the same person?" " Uhm, Sarah.. can I sleep here tonight?" " Yes, of course. When the party's over, we'll make ourselves comfortable and it'll be just like old times." I could tell she was happy and I hoped she was right.

At least one thing was going to be like it used to be. • thank you so much for reading, let me know If you want part 3 xoxo Sarah

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 12 days

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WIBTA if I backed out of an overseas wedding trip that's in less than 6 months that I've been invited to for over 2 years

(Slight context first. The wedding was meant to be last year but got pushed back to this year. The wedding is for my fiancé's best friend who I've only met a few times. All of us are mid 20s early 30s.)

So this couple is getting married overseas for a destination wedding, and my fiancé (F) is a best man. He's known the groom (J) and his family for most of his life and loves them a lot, and they basically see him as their son. When F and I started dating (about 3 years ago), I met J pretty early on, and was told that naturally I was invited to the wedding. In the nearly 3 years my fiancé and I have been together, I've met J's fiancé and family twice, and each time they've been nothing but very kind to me and told me I was already family to them.

But, I'll be honest, I'm not very comfortable with the family. They are very big partiers, drinkers and smokers (including super early in the day), and I've had bad experiences with substances and people I know to where I intentionally keep my distance from the stuff, and if I'm put in a situation with it where I can't escape I shut down hard. I've previously had a conversation with my fiancé about how uncomfortable I was going to J's family's house because of it, and we talked through it and things are OK, but I still feel bad. Regardless, knowing that the family is very into the kinds of party scenes and stuff that I intentionally stay away from, my willingness to go to the wedding has dwindled for the past few months, especially knowing that for safety I'd have to stay with the party the whole time (about a week).

A few days ago, my fiancé started talking about how we needed to start getting things ready to go with tickets and travel plans, and then noted how unenthusiastic I was being about it, and ended up calling me out on how I was clearly just convincing myself that I NEEDED to go vs actually wanting to go.

He ended up telling me I needed to make a choice about it within a week, because he needed to work on travel plans, and I agreed. I worked through all my anxieties and concerns and reached the conclusion that I shouldn't go after all, since I'll just be in a stressed and panicked state the whole week and won't be able to enjoy myself.

My fiancé and I are going to talk officially about it in a few days, and we're meeting with J and his fiancé this upcoming weekend just to hang out, and while there I'm going to tell them that I'm not coming. I feel like the asshole because they've been really nice to me the few times we've met, these are people my fiancé really cares about and arent going anywhere for the foreseeable future, and I know the whole family will be pretty upset that I'm not coming, especially this soon before the wedding. However, I don't think I'd be able to enjoy myself or properly celebrate them if I went, and would feel like I'm trapping myself in a situation I'm extremely uncomfortable with.

So, WIBTA for my decision?

#aita #am i the asshole

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captainsophiestark · 2 months

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Nosy Best Friends

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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Based on this request from Anon! It was very fun to write and it gave me a second, related idea that I'm planning to post Monday, so thanks for sending it in! Hope you like it!

Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Flynn's been disappearing a lot to spend time with his human girlfriend, and his friends have decided to finally figure out where he's been going.

Word Count: 2,219

Category: Fluff, Humor, maybe a tiny bit of Angst? But not really

A/N: This fic also has a prequel called Presentation Problems and a sequel called The Best Night Ever, but can also be read on its own!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Ruhn's POV

"Where the Hel are you going?"

Flynn barely stopped at the sound of my voice, half-turning back with an irritated look. I gave him the same one right back.

"I'm going out. Why do you care?"

"You've been disappearing doing Urd knows what for weeks. Come on, Flynn, what's going on?"

Flynn just rolled his eyes. "Nothing, mom. Just relax and mind your own business."

He turned on his heel and walked out the door without looking back. I watched him go, then turned to Dec on the couch.

"Something's going on with him."

"Yeah. Think it's time we do something about it?"

"Definitely."

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Y/N's POV

I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to reread what I'd written for the thousandth time. I'd been holed up in my apartment for almost forty-eight hours straight working on a paper for grad school, and I'd started to go a little crazy.

The only reason I hadn't gone crazy about twenty hours ago was my boyfriend, Tristan Flynn. He'd been keeping me company, providing a stream of encouragement and my favorite snacks and helping me take a break when I really needed it, even if I wouldn't admit it. He'd left a couple hours ago to go do something he needed to do, and I'd come very close to hurling my laptop at the wall in his absence.

We'd first met in a similar situation, when I'd hurled my notebook across what I'd thought was an empty classroom. Flynn had been looking for somebody the Aux had followed to campus, and only his fae reflexes had kept him from taking my notebook to his head. If I hadn't been stressed out of my mind already, I would've been worried about having accidentally attacked a member of the fae Aux, especially as a human, but I'd hit my limit that day, so instead I'd shouted at him for interrupting my studying.

Luckily for both of us, once he'd recovered from his shock, he'd seemed to be into that. He'd tried to get me to leave for safety reasons, and I'd refused, so he'd stayed. We ended up hitting it off the bat, and the rest was history.

We'd been together for a few months now, and despite every warning I'd ever heard against dating a member of the Vanir, it was quite honestly the best relationship I'd ever been in. We hadn't told anyone else in our lives yet, mostly because we didn't want our little bubble of happiness being burst, but I had a hard time believing anything could ruin what we'd found together.

The few seconds I'd spent losing myself in memories had been nice, but the glaring light of my laptop screen didn't let me escape for long. I sighed heavily, trying to decide whether it was worth it to power through. I didn't entirely have a choice, unless I wanted to drop out of grad school, but maybe I could find something to do as a small break.

Somebody must have been listening to my silent pleas, because a moment later my phone rang. I smiled when Flynn's face popped up, a terrible picture of him that I'd taken when he wasn't ready. He always switched it back to a shirtless one he'd taken himself when he got the opportunity, and it had become a little silent war between us.

"You have amazing timing," I sighed as soon as I picked up. I could hear his smile through the other end of the phone.

"I always do. Come downstairs."

"...You know I shouldn't. This paper-"

"Is something you've been holed up in that apartment working on for way too long. You're driving yourself insane, and last I checked, you can't turn in anything if you smash your laptop to pieces against the wall. Besides, humans need sunlight. And fresh air."

"An expert on that, are you?"

"I sure am," his voice purred over the phone and I rolled my eyes, but I also felt heat rising on my cheeks. "Just come down here, and I'll show you how much of an expert I am."

I let out a long breath through my nose. Flynn was right. Sitting in this apartment driving myself insane wasn't helping anything. And besides, I really wanted to go spend time with him.

"Alright. I'm on my way."

"Good. I'll see you in a second."

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Ruhn's POV

"What in Hel is he doing here?" I hissed to Dec, trying to keep my voice down. We'd tailed Flynn to some apartment complex not far from the college we'd chased some monster down at not long ago.

"I don't know..." said Dec. "Maybe he's got a lead on something for the case? Or a new case, related to all that shit we dealt with last time?"

"You think Flynn's spending his time off work doing more work?"

I shot Dec a look, and he snorted.

"Okay, you're right. It's probably not that."

We turned back to watch Flynn, who had a full bouquet of flowers in his hands. He'd put on the nicest clothes he owned, and if I didn't know better, I would've thought-

"Oh! Tristan, holy shit!"

Dec and I stared wide-eyed as a human female came out of the apartment building, absolutely beaming at Flynn. She ran to him and jumped in his arms, hugging him tight, as he picked her up and spun her around. He kissed her, and when they pulled apart they stayed close, forehead to forehead, just staring at each other lovingly, something I'd never seen Flynn do with a female. I glanced at Dec to find him looking just as shocked as me, and when I turned back to find Flynn practically floating looking at the girl in front of him, I couldn't help my surprised shout.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

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Y/N's POV

Tristan and I whirled around in sync at the sound of a loud shout from across the street. I found two fae males staring at us, looking absolutely outraged, and I started to get a little worried until my boyfriend shouted back.

"What the FUCK are you two doing here?"

"I take it you know them?" I asked, turning to Flynn and keeping my voice low. He shook his head, but the irritation in his eyes faded the second he looked at me.

'Yeah, sweetheart, I do. They're my roommates and my friends from the Aux. And they're absolute idiots."

I turned to find the idiots in question storming across the street and towards us, shouting at cars that almost hit them in the process. Unconsciously, I took a half step towards Flynn, and he immediately wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Not a moment too soon. His friends finally made it across traffic to come to a stop in front of us, and my jaw literally almost hit the floor when I realized one of them was the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae.

"What the Hel are you doing?" demanded the prince before turning to me. "And who is this?"

"I'm his girlfriend," I snapped, not quite able to stop myself. Both newcomers stared at me in wide-eyed shock, then whirled on their friend.

"Your what?"

"My girlfriend," Flynn said, an edge of steel in his voice that I'd only heard once or twice, usually in relation to Aux business.

The fae before us shared an absolutely shocked look, then whirled back around to look at Flynn.

"Why the Hel didn't you tell us?"

"Is that where you've been sneaking off to every day for the last few months?"

"What the fuck, Flynn?"

They shouted their questions at Flynn in sync, then without waiting for my boyfriend to get ahold of himself enough to answer, the one I didn't recognize turned to me with an apologetic smile.

"I'm Declan," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I stared at it for a minute, then slowly took it. "It's nice to meet you."

"...Nice to meet you, too."

"Ruhn. Also nice to meet you," said the prince with a chin nod of a hello in my direction. Then, he turned back to Flynn. "You know everybody's gonna lose it when they realize you've been keeping a steady girlfriend a secret from us, right?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Bunch of Aux members, a spy, and Bryce, it's your own fault for not figuring it out sooner. You should be better at your jobs than this."

Ruhn and Declan's mouths dropped open, and I laughed. I could see them getting ready for a comeback, so I stepped even closer to Flynn and fixed the other two fae with a bright smile.

"It's been nice to get to meet some of Tristan's friends, and I'm sure I'll see you both again soon. But right now, I was promised a break from my term paper by my wonderful boyfriend, and I don't intend to let anything get in the way of that."

"I'd listen if I were you," said Flynn, a massive smile on his face as he looked at me with the most lovesick expression I'd ever seen. It made my heart melt. "We met because she almost clocked me in the head with a notebook for interrupting her study session."

"Well technically I threw the notebook before you came in. And then I yelled at you for interrupting."

"Are you trying to say you wouldn't have thrown the notebook at my head anyway if it'd still been in your hands?"

"...No, I probably would've."

"I know. And I love it." He grinned, leaning in for a heated kiss. It still took my breath away, kissing him, even though it'd been a few months now, and he pulled away far too soon for my liking. "What do you say we get the Hel out of here for your distraction?"

"I say Hel yeah, let's go."

He gave me one last quick peck, then pulled back with a wink. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist as we turned to head off to whatever surprise he had planned, not bothering to spare more than a nod at his absolutely stunned friends.

"You get the weekend, Flynn!" one of them called after us. "And then we're having a party and getting to know this female you're so head over heels for!"

"Sure!" Flynn said, calling back over my head. "As long as she decides she actually wants to meet you!"

I snorted, and when I looked at Flynn I found a beaming smile on his face as we walked down the street together. He held out the hand that wasn't around my waist, finally presenting me with the gorgeous bouquet he'd first shown up with.

"For you."

"Thanks, Tris." I took the flowers and leaned into him, and we continued in comfortable silence for a moment. Then Flynn cleared his throat.

"So, do you... uh, do you want to meet them? My friends and everybody?"

"Well, that depends a little bit... why were they so shocked? Was it because I'm human?"

"No." Flynn's response was immediate, and he stopped dead in his tracks to turn me to face him. He put both hands on my shoulders, his warm brown eyes finding mine. "I would never voluntarily spend time with people who felt or thought that way."

"Okay... then why did they seem so surprised to see you with somebody?"

He grimaced. "You... might be the first serious girlfriend I've had. Ever."

My eyebrows shot up, and my heart skipped a few beats.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think my record before this was... seeing the same female for two weeks? Maybe?"

I couldn't help barking a laugh, and Flynn grimaced again. My heart, on the other hand, was soaring as I reached up to gently cup his cheek.

"Well, I guess I can see why your friends were so surprised then. I'd be happy to meet them. And I'm honored to be the first female you've decided to stick around for."

He grinned at me, making my heart race even faster, then slowly leaned in until our lips were just a hair's breadth away.

"I'm honored to be a fae male you're willing to date. Based on what another friend has told me, a human like you wouldn't be willing to give just any of us a chance."

I snorted. "Yeah, no kidding. But I'm glad I gave you one."

"Me too."

I gave Flynn a little smirk, then leaned in to close the rest of the distance between us. He wasted no time kissing me back, hard, and we quickly deepened the kiss. I let my one free hand wander up to tangle in his hair, and I was ready to lose myself in him right then and there, but after a few long moments he gently pulled back.

"As much as I'd like to continue this... I think you'll really like the surprise break I have planned."

I smiled, going in for one last quick kiss, then pulling all the way back.

"Alright. Let's go. As long as we can continue this after I finish my assignments?"

"If I ever say no to that, you should be concerned."

I laughed as we headed off down the street together again, hand in hand. I still had many hovering stressors, from school to finally meeting Flynn's extended friend group, but I knew I'd have him with me for all of it. I was starting to get the feeling he was in it for the long haul, and even though that brought plenty of challenges, I couldn't help being excited for it all the same.

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year

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Falling For the Devil [Part five: "The Wedding Day"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's finally the day of Foggy and Marci's wedding and you're one of the bridesmaids.

You admire how handsome Matt looks in his tux while feeling sick to your stomach as a pretty bridesmaid flirts with him all day.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: Okay, I lied, I got another one up on tumblr. Y'all, there are so many of these. For real. I feel like putting up 74 of them is going to be a bigger task than I thought. Anyway, this wedding day saga spans like three installments. You can find the list of installments that are on tumblr here. "The Wedding Night" seems to be the most loved installment on AO3 so I'm trying to get that one up next!

You took a sip of your mimosa, eyes glued to Marci in the large mirror as the hair stylist finished pinning back the blonde curls on her head while the makeup artist finished touching up her lipstick. She looked absolutely stunning–not that she didn’t always–and you and the five other bridesmaids had been dying to see her finally fully dressed in her wedding dress.

"How was dealing with the hotel mishap last night?" Karen asked you, leaning in on the couch beside you to whisper.

You sighed, frowning down at the mimosa in your hands. Last night when you had arrived before the rehearsal dinner to check in with Matt and Karen, you'd found out that the rooms blocked out for you and Matt were adjoining rooms. Which for some reason had made you utterly nervous knowing there was only a single locked door between you and Matt for the two nights you'd be staying here.

And it shouldn't have made any difference. It was just one locked door. Which had remained locked last night. But somehow knowing Matt was just beyond that door had made you stare at it more than you should have been staring at it last night. But the comments from one of Foggy's cousins to Matt during dinner last night about you needing ear plugs after the wedding, implying beforehand that Matt would be hooking up with someone–a perk of being in the bridal party he had joked–had only upset you further. You'd been anxiously dreading tonight, terrified you'd have to overhear Matt having sex with someone else just in the room next door. You were pretty sure that would kill you.

"It was fine," you lied.

Karen rolled her eyes. "So naturally you're freaking out?"

You shrugged before bringing the glass to your lips, taking a sip. "I just don't want to hear his activities tonight," you mumbled.

Karen shot you a pointed look. "You know he's not going to do that tonight, right?" she asked you. "How many times do I have to tell you he's into you before it gets through?"

You sighed, shaking your head. "We're just friends, Karen," you said.

She leaned in closer to you, her voice dropping even lower as she whispered, "But you're one of the few he's told his secret to."

"Yeah," you responded, talking out of the side of your mouth as you whispered back, "only because I'd nearly gotten myself killed looking too far into a story and he showed up to save me. It was sheerly because I have embarrassingly memorized his mouth, jaw, and voice that I'd figured it out myself. He didn't actually tell me."

Karen opened her mouth to say more, but was quickly cut off as Marci’s cousin Rosalie turned her attention on the pair of you.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" she asked curiously, drawing the attention of everyone in the room to you both.

"It's about Matt, isn't it?" Marci called out, her knowing eyes on you in the mirror.

You felt your cheeks burn hot as your right hand fidgeted with the hem of your robe–sage green, matching each of the other bridesmaids and the same color as the dress you'd be wearing later.

"Did something finally happen?" she pressed you, her eyes widening.

"No," you answered her quickly. "Nothing happened. We're just friends, Marci, you know that."

Allison, a pretty brunette who had been friends with Marci since law school, let out an audible sigh of relief from where she was sitting in an armchair across from you. Your eyes immediately darted to her and she smiled.

"I was totally thinking you and him were together at the rehearsal last night," she explained quickly. "I had a thing for him back in law school but was too afraid to make a move. Now that I know he's available though…" she trailed off, a sly grin on her face as the girls in the room besides Marci and Karen squealed.

Your eyes landed back down on your drink, cheeks further reddening as you tried to ignore the sympathetic looks Karen and Marci were both giving you. Of course there’d be a gorgeous bridesmaid chasing after Matt all day today. Could you have expected anything less?

You followed the line of bridesmaids down the hall, the loud clattering of multiple sets of high heels echoing with each step. Foggy's laugh was unmistakable as he stood surrounded by his groomsmen all waiting for guests to finish filling into the church before the ceremony began. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight knowing how long he’d been waiting for this day.

And then your eyes instantly found their way straight to Matt in the hallway as if drawn by an unseeable force. He was gripping his cane in one hand and smiling beneath the dark glasses currently on his face. He looked handsome with his hair slightly gelled to keep it neat–probably Foggy's doing, you thought–and his black tuxedo and black bow tie. Despite Matt matching the five other groomsmen in the same outfit, it looked infinitely better on his muscled body and your heart beat just a bit faster at the sight. With a shuddering inhale beside Karen, you tried to will the traitorous organ to relax before Matt could pick up on it. For now, if he was even paying attention, he'd surely assume it was nerves. He knew you had been anxious about having to be in front of so many people today, even if you weren't remotely the person of interest.

As if Karen knew who you were thinking about as the pair of you headed over, she gestured her head at Matt before grinning and wagging her eyebrows at you. 'Make a move' she mouthed wordlessly. Your eyes widened, heart speeding up just a bit faster. Vigorously you shook your head 'no' in reply.

And then you heard Allison's voice complimenting him loudly. The sound drew your attention and your heart felt like it was constricting at the sight before you. He was smiling charmingly back at her and indulging in her small talk. Your hands gripped the bouquet of white peonies and garden roses just a bit tighter.

"He won't wait around forever," Karen whispered into your ear.

A heavy weight fell around your shoulders as you plastered on a smile, turning and chatting with the bridal party around you for the next ten minutes as everyone waited for the start of the ceremony. Your eyes occasionally lingered on the way Allison's hand would find moments to reach out and grab onto Matt's forearm or shoulder. Your stomach twisted unpleasantly each time. You were grateful when the wedding coordinator for the church ushered everyone to finally pair up and line up for the processional. With a sigh and a horde of butterflies in your stomach, you headed over towards Matt.

"Hey," you greeted him with a tight smile, placing a hand nervously on his shoulder.

He said your name and you felt your heart flutter wildly in your chest. "Was wondering when you'd come say hi," he teased.

"I didn't want to intrude," you replied. "You ready?"

He smiled back at you, his mouth spreading into a cheeky smile. "I'm not the one getting married today," he joked, folding up his cane.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "I meant to line up," you told him.

His smile never faltered as he offered you his arm. You licked your lips nervously before looping your arm through his, your hand grasping his firm bicep.

God, he has amazing arms.

After he placed his cane on a nearby table, not needing it for the ceremony since you would be walking him in and out, you silently led him in line to where you'd been situated at the rehearsal last night. Karen looked over her shoulder from her place in front of you both, shooting you a wink that only further caused your cheeks to burn.

You felt Matt fidgeting beside you and you glanced over, spotting him removing his dark glasses one-handed. He slid them into an inside jacket pocket, smoothing a hand over it and frowning lightly for a moment. You knew he felt uncomfortable without his glasses in front of large gatherings of people, but you also knew Foggy had asked him if he would be alright having them off for the sake of photos for the important parts of the day and that Matt had happily agreed.

You leaned over towards Matt, lightly squeezing his arm. "You look handsome, Matt," you assured him softly, hating that he even worried about how people reacted to his unfixed stare. "Don't worry."

His head turned, his sightless gaze falling fondly back on you, landing at your collarbone. A warm smile spread across his face now, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You felt your heart involuntarily stutter in your chest when he whispered back, “And I’m sure you look beautiful. No need to be so nervous.”

You ducked your head, some of your curled hair that wasn’t pinned back curtained your face at the movement. “You know I’m always nervous,” you muttered. But then you sighed, raising your head and squaring your shoulders as the processional music began. “But you’re right, no one’s going to be paying attention to me today.”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” he whispered back.

You didn’t respond, your eyes watching as Foggy walked his mom down the aisle to her seat, giving her a teary eyed hug before he took his place at the front of the church. And then Foggy’s brother Theo walked out with his arm linked with Rosalie’s and the line at the church entrance shuffled a few inches forward. You and Matt took two steps closer and you felt your palm lightly sweating along the stem of the bouquet as nerves swirled inside of your stomach. There were easily more than a hundred people seated in the pews staring at each couple as they walked in. Suddenly you felt a little unsteady in your heels as Karen and one of Foggy’s cousins now stood at the entrance to the church.

“Relax,” Matt’s voice came from just beside your ear. His warm breath blew over your neck as he spoke, goosebumps lightly dotting your forearms. “I won’t let you trip.”

Your hand gripped his arm a little tighter at his words as Karen and Foggy’s cousin made their way down the aisle next. You shuffled Matt and yourself to the edge of the church entrance.

“Thanks, Matty,” you whispered back, your eyes on Karen as she gracefully strode down the aisle. “You know I’m like Bambi in heels.”

“Just smile and focus on me,” he told you. “I’ll be right beside you.”

You glanced at Matt next to you for just one moment, taking in the sight of him smiling back at you. He looked heartbreakingly handsome and your heart squirmed inside of your chest. And then your gaze swept back to the aisle in front of you that somehow seemed vastly longer than when you’d practiced walking down it with Matt last night.

“We’re up,” you whispered to him.

You both stepped forward, slowly making your way down the aisle to the soft music the string quartet was playing. You kept your gaze focused ahead, smiling wide and paying attention to the comforting warmth of Matt along the right side of you. When you neared the front of the church you shot Foggy a grin, then turned to the right with Matt, guiding him up to stand on the step next to the groomsmen already there. Quickly you turned, making your way back towards the opposite side where the bridesmaids were standing and took your place. You exhaled a slow breath, trying to calm your nerves as the next couple began their way down the aisle. Minutes later Allison and the groomsmen she was paired with made their way down the aisle and the doors to the church were closed behind them. Your eyes darted over to Foggy where he was nervously fidgeting and shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

Shortly after the last couple had taken their place, the doors opened and Marci stepped out, her arm linked with her father’s. Everyone rose from the pews as she made her way down and you felt your eyes watering watching the emotion on her and Foggy’s face as they stared back at each other. For a brief moment your eyes slid their way across the church and landed on Matt; his gaze was focused somewhere around Foggy, a big smile on his face. Your heart sped up a little, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of Matt dressed like he was as he stood at the front of the church. You saw his eyes slowly shift towards you and you momentarily ceased breathing all together as your gaze quickly shifted back to Foggy and Marci. You could feel your face burning as you watched Marci’s father place her hand in Foggy’s.

The rest of the wedding ceremony was beautiful and you’d cried with Karen through the entirety of it, managing to laugh a little during some parts of the vows they’d written for each other. Foggy had pumped his fist in the air as him and Marci made their way back down the aisle as the recessional began. The pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen began meeting up in the center and exiting the church together. When Karen began her walk back down with Foggy’s cousin, you made your way over towards Matt, his gaze already finding you before you’d said anything.

“Back already?” he teased you lightly.

You reached out, linking your arm through his offered one with a smile on your face. “You say that like you didn’t miss me, Murdock,” you teased back.

You both began making your way down the aisle with you leading Matt. After only a few steps you felt him lean in beside your ear.

“I did,” he whispered.

Heat rose to your cheeks, your smile widening a little more nervously as you walked. Not knowing how to respond to Matt’s usual teasing flirtation, you kept your mouth closed. Once out of the church, you led him back towards the table where he’d left his cane, reaching out a hand and grabbing it for him.

“Thank you,” he said when you’d passed it to him.

You reluctantly unlinked your arm from his, fidgeting awkwardly with the bouquet in your hands. Matt slid his glasses out of his pocket, slipping them back on before he began to unfold his cane. He shot you a quick smile as he did.

“See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.

You swallowed hard, the corner of your mouth twisting up ever so gently. “No,” you answered. “It wasn’t. Thanks for not letting me fall.”

He opened his mouth to say more, but Allison appeared beside the both of you. She placed a hand on Matt’s arm and greeted him before shooting you a friendly smile. You returned the smile, your heart aching as you turned and headed over to Foggy and Marci to offer them your congratulations as Allison began chatting with Matt behind you.

The past few hours had gone by in a blur after the ceremony. The bridal party had gone with Foggy and Marci for a while to take photos with their photographer after the newlyweds had gotten their family photos taken in the church. And then everyone had headed back for the beginning of the reception. You and Matt had walked in arm in arm to the reception, Matt spinning you on the center of the dance floor while you laughed before you led him up to his seat at the head table and then took your seat by the other bridesmaids. Dinner had passed quickly after the toasts and then you’d teared up watching Foggy and Marci’s first dance. Shortly after Marci had danced with her father and Foggy had danced with his mother, the dance floor had opened up.

You’d ended up with Karen by the open bar, downing a few cocktails before heading out onto the dancefloor for a bit. Eventually Marci had come out and the three of you had danced to a few songs, drinks in hand while loudly singing to the music.

“We should do shots!” Marci abruptly exclaimed over the loud music.

“Marci, you sure you can even handle more to drink?” Karen asked her, brows raised.

Marci shot her a flat look which had you laughing. “I’m the bride, you’re not supposed to say no to me today, remember?” she told Karen.

“Good enough for me,” you announced.

Marci beamed, grabbing both your’s and Karen’s wrists and then dragging you both to the bar with her. As you swerved through the crowd, your eyes scanned the guests. Eventually they landed on who you were looking for.

Matt was sitting at a table with Allison, his arm over the back of his chair, his suit coat long abandoned on the back of his chair at the head table. He looked comfortable as he talked animatedly and Allison was leaning forward, her chin resting on her hand as she laughed at whatever he was saying. You felt a little tug in your chest at the sight, your gaze darting away.

Marci asked the bartender for the drinks as you situated yourself against the counter, resting an arm along it. Your eyes were focused on the man pouring the shots, watching as he slid the three glasses forward when he had finished. The three of you each picked up a glass, raising it high.

“To you and Foggy,” you said.

“And to a long, happy marriage,” Karen added.

“And hopefully great sex tonight,” Marci blurted, knocking her glass into your's and Karen’s.

You and Karen exchanged a look and laughed before the three of you downed the alcohol. It burned as it went down. You set the glass back, your eyes unintentionally finding their way back to Matt and Allison. You couldn’t fight the way your mouth curved downwards at the sight of them still smiling and chatting at the table together. You felt Marci nudge you with her elbow and your eyes darted towards her.

“You should say something,” she told you. “Cut in. Something .”

You shook your head, your sad gaze falling on the pair again. “No,” you answered slowly, sighing. “We’re just friends, Marc. Besides, he looks like he’s having fun.”

“I also am of the mind that you should go talk to him,” Karen said. “For what it’s worth, he might just be being polite.”

You shook your head, forcing a smile onto your face. “I think I’m actually just going to step outside for a minute and get some fresh air. It’s getting pretty warm in here.”

You didn’t wait for them to respond, pushing away from the bar and maneuvering your way around the crowd and the tables. You desperately needed air and a minute to get away and clear your head.

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grampstaxidermy87 · 2 years

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Pretty Boy

Part 1 | Part 2

Poly!Lost Boys x Male!Reader

Smut Warning: Polyamory, dumbification ,Blood kink, Double penetration, blow jobs, hand jobs, body worship, biting, fingering, choking, public sex, voyeurism.

Warning: blood consumption, turning, murder, Gore, Alcohol, drug use, corruption, Reader is too horny to have morals.

summary: After a night of mind-numbing passion, it is time to join the club. But don't worry baby, the boys are there to make the transition as pleasurable as possible.

An: So sorry lovelies, wanted this out a while ago but as I was editing I just hated the way the plot was going so I rewrote most of it. I had gotten some feedback on the first one that said I lost the plot and it just really got me rethinking myself a lot. I'm still iffy on this but it is better than before, anyways on to the delicious smut I know you're all here for! Enjoy <3

My eyes snapped open as I shot up, gasping for air and gripping the T-shirt that felt looser than the one I remembered wearing.

Looking down I saw a dark grey Metallica T-shirt with a few holes and unknown red stains across the front, furrowing my brows I realized I wasn’t in my bedroom like I should have been. Shifting to stand I winced when my sore muscles cramped and screamed at me for the action, Memories of the night before came crashing down as my stomach twisted with hunger.

Confusion fogged my mind, why did I let myself give in like that? Sure, they were all insanely attractive and it felt good...like really good actually, I shouldn't have crossed the line. I mean they were Michael's friends-

Shit Michael!

I quickly slipped out of the mountain of blankets and pillows they had put me in, fighting against the soreness and dizziness that shot through me as I wobbled around in search of my clothes.

He was going to kill me, all he wanted was for me to drive him to his friend's place and I end up ditching him to fuck them. What kind of friend does that?!

In my frantic search I didn't notice the looming figure watching from the shadows in amusement, A single burning light illuminated their face as a puff of smoke blew out into view.

"Going somewhere (Y/n)?"

Jumping with a startled yelp I dropped my shoes with a loud thud, whipping around I felt a shiver roll down my spine at how intimidatingly attractive he looked "David! I-I was just..." He stepped out of the shadows, fully dressed and showing no signs of the intense sex we had last night.

I knew for a fact that I had left quite a few marks on his skin, but now he looked untouched and…perfect.

A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as I gawked at him, making a show of taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke while keeping our eyes locked together. Why did such a simple thing affect me so much? The cocky bastard looked satisfied when he got the reaction he had wanted in the form of me shifting on my feet with a flustered expression.

Shaking away my lustful thoughts I recollected my clothes and headed towards the nest mattress. “Look, last night was amazing but I really have to go. I need to find Michael."

David's cocky grin fell into a frown of distaste at the mention of my best friend, a dangerous aura radiated off of him as I tossed the pile onto the bed before moving to remove the t-shirt.

Footsteps approached me and stopped as David’s chest pressed to my back, his eyes practically glowing as he dug his gloved fingers into my hip. "Forget about Michael, did you forget what I told you yesterday?" A shiver rolled up my spine at his words, eyes full of serious emotion as he glanced down at my bare neck, he leaned down to start peppering my skin with kisses.

"Look...I barely know you guys; I shouldn't have done any of...that." My words lulled when he slowly lowered his gloved hands lower and lower down my stomach, I hated to admit how much I craved him, but I needed to stay strong. I couldn't give in again no matter how much I wanted to.

"Didn't it feel good for you? It sure did for us, you're quite the lover." He could feel how I melted at the compliment, his other hand moving to my jaw as he turned my face towards him. Licking his lips as our faces were mere inches away from one another.

"Come on baby boy, you know we're meant to be together. You feel it too don't you, that pulling sensation that ties us all." I gripped onto his shoulders when he turned me around, "Just give in and I promise to fuck you senseless whenever you want." My eyes grew heavy when a wave of lust washed over me, it was too hard to fight against my urges when he spoke such pretty words.

"I-I can't..." He smiled so tenderly stroking my cheek with a surprising amount of care, "Oh but you can (Y/n), I know you can. Don't you want to be loved?" It was as if his voice was seeping into the deepest crevices of my mind, all I could think of was him and the boys.

It made me wonder, why was I fighting this so much? There were four handsome, funny, and adoring boys who wanted me...all of me. And yet still wanted to see Michael.

Michael who has always treated me like I was nothing more than a friend.

Michael who was so eager to toss me aside when new, more interesting people came into his life.

Michael who had the audacity to look jealous when I was given the attention for a change.

It was time to do something for myself for once in my life, it was time to be happy.

All I had to do was give in.

"I don't want to be alone anymore."

David smiled, for he had finally won. “It's okay kitten, just let me take care of you."

I let out a whimper as he crashed our lips together in a surprisingly hungry kiss, turning to face him I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt him chuckle into my mouth. Moving his hands down my body until they made their home at my ass, skilled as they slipped under the bottom of the shirt and groped the meaty flesh and added tongue to the kiss.

"Damn David, I told you he'd look so cute in Paul’s shirt." I tried to pull away when I heard Marko's flirty voice, but David refused to release me now that he had me. Moans were devoured by the stronger man as he pulled me into his chest allowing me to feel the large, clothed bulge that pressed against my own.

Another body wrapped around me from behind, placing open mouthed kisses to my neck mixed with a nibble here and there. While skilled hands easily made quick work of tearing the shirt to shreds and tossing the torn fabric somewhere out of sight and out of mind.

"There we go handsome, nothing to hide your delicious body from us." Marko hummed nipping at my earlobe and growing a feral grin when I visibly shivered at the sensation.

David pulled away and chuckled as I followed him for more, "Easy kitten, we have eternity to fuck your brains out. But it's almost dinner time, so we'll be continuing this later." Marko growled, not wanting to stop as he moved his hand around to grab hold of my shaft making me gasp out with pleasure.

David gave him a look daring the shorter man to argue, but unlike I who shivered at his intensity Marko merely smirked.

"Come on David, just look at him. Let him orgasm at least once." The leader glared harder at him, but Marko didn't seem deterred as he began pumping my weeping cock.

David took my chin and tilted my head up to watch the way I panted and moaned, “We have plans Marko, you know that.”. He had to admit I did look delicious as my eyes watered and moans fell from my lips like a beautiful Symphany that he could listen to for hours.

So while this was pushing back the important plans for the night, he decided just one orgasm wouldn't hurt.

"Fine." That was all Marko needed to hear as I was suddenly tossed on the bed with the sporadic cherub climbing between my legs without a second's hesitation. He licked his lips pulling my thighs over his shoulders and looking up at me as he grabbed my cock again.

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to return the favor for last night. Fuck my throat as hard as you want." With that said he kissed the tip, licking away the precum that leaked from it, before taking all of me into his mouth.

He didn't stop until I hit the back of his throat with his nose pressed to my pubes, He hummed at my delicious taste making me whimper and squeeze his head with my thighs.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see David approaching with the same chalice from last night, I assumed he had taken a sip seeing since he had a bit of the crimson liquid on his bottom lip.

“See pretty boy, you’ll get to feel this every night if you want to. It will only feel better after tonight though…trust me.” David looked over us as he knelt on the bed beside Marko, watching my blissed-out expressions as Marko mercilessly bobbed his head at a punishing pace.

“I-I’m going to cum-” A bastardly smirk tugged at his handsome face, he leaned down to run his leather fingers down my stomach, keeping eye contact as he moved up onto the back of Marko’s head and pushed down.

Marko choked on my cock but didn’t seem bothered as he instead used his tongue to lick at my balls, tears filled in my eyes, ”Not yet kitten, thirsty?” His other hand led the chalice to me and I struggled on weak arms to push myself up to it.

Now that I thought about it, I was oddly thirsty. But for some reason I was craving whatever was in this cup.

It smelled insanely good, so much so that I found my stomach grumbling with hunger as it was pressed to my lips, ”Drink baby boy, then I’ll allow Marko to make you cum.”

Marko looked up with those enchanting eyes of his, his hands stroking my thighs and waiting for David’s cue.

Licking my dry lips, I allowed him to tilt the cup and begin pouring the liquid into my mouth. I tried my best to drink every drop, but some still ended up dripping down my chin. It was only when David was satisfied that he pulled the cup away, eyeing the red staining my chin with a hunger that shot a wave of heat between my legs and into Marko’s mouth.

Tossing the cup away he didn’t give me any time to be startled by the loud clang as he released Marko and grabbed my hair pulling my head back as he dove in and began licking at my skin.

The cherub chuckled and returned to his brutal pace from before, his nails dug painfully into my thighs but whatever that drink was made me feel too high to care.

Euphoria was nothing compared to this dizzying feeling that made me feel so tingly. What was happening to me…and why did I love it?

"Guyyyysss I'm starvi- Whoa what did we miss?" Paul jumped into the doorway and froze as he saw my sweaty and panting body trapped below his two friends.

Dwayne appeared not even a second later peering over twisted sisters' shoulder, a smirk present on his lips as his dark eyes looked straight into my soul.

“Looks like their having fun without us.” Paul pouted to accentuate Dwayne’s words, “Aw but I want to fuck him too!” He whined but yelped when the brunette slapped the back of his head, ”You had your turn dipshit.”

They stopped arguing when I let out a load groan, bucking my hips up and feeling my tip abuse the back of Marko's throat.

"Shit..." Dwayne cursed covering his mouth as his pants grew tight, the smell of my lust filled the roam and his senses making him feel drunk.

“Fuck you taste so good kitten, so perfect for us.” David's hand squeezed my throat as he moved to my ear.

"Cum for us (Y/n)." He purred before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.

Finally getting permission I came down Marko’s throat, whimpering into David's mouth. Marko happily swallowed every last drop and licked my shaft clean as he pulled off.

“You’re right David, he is absolutely delicious.” Marko chuckled sitting up and moving my legs to settle around his waist as I came down from my high.

David hummed as he too pulled away, and I felt like prey with the way they both stared down at me with predator like gazes.

As they grew louder I glanced up at David who turned to me with clear annoyance, "Are they always like this?” The leader chuckled and nodded as he moved his hand to my cheek, eyes soft while his thumb rubbed beneath my eye to wipe away the tears.

“You’ll get used to it after a while, they have their moments when they can be tolerable. Except for Paul, he’s always on cloud 9.” He brightened when my laughter spilled out enough to stop the boys arguing that had turned to roughhousing, each one watching in awe as I tried to compose myself.

“He really is pretty when he smiles.” Marko muttered causing the other two to hum their agreements.

“You boys are so cute!” I wiped away my tears and sat up, not even minding that I was still completely nude. I felt nothing but comfortable around these boys that I didn’t even know until yesterday, they made it so easy to exist…to just simply live in the moment without a care in the world.

I felt protected, safe, loved. Those were things I never thought I’d be able to.

“Now then Pretty boy, hungry?” David’s voice was followed by my stomach grumbling as my throat burned, grabbing at my neck I swallowed dryly. “I could eat, what were you thinking?” David shared a look with the others before standing up, “Don’t you worry about a thing kitten, we have the perfect meal in mind.”

Reaching out a hand to me I stared at it for a moment as slight unease swirled around my chest, there was something almost…animalistic in their eyes.

A hidden danger that should have sent me running, but instead I felt excitement bubbling as I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up.

As I regained my balance on shaky legs a jacket was draped over my shoulders making me jump, cold blood red leather rubbed against my warm skin as dark hair fell into view beside my head.

Dwayne smiled with content as he looked over the way the leather jacket fit on me, it was the only thing covering my delicious body.

But for the boys this visibly showed that I was part of the group, each part of it tied in with one of them.

The patches curtesy of Marko, the peacock on the back was painted by Dwayne, and the chain along the side added by Paul to match his.

David however held much pride when I wore one of the medals he had worn on his own coat since the 40’s.

I was a lost boy, now all I had to do was complete the transformation.

————

The salty sea air batted against my face as we drove down the foliage covered pathways towards the beach, The boys yelling and hollering into the quiet forest.

It was honestly amazing to see them in their element like this, letting loose and running on pure adrenaline. Dwayne glanced back at me as I hung onto his back, pressed tight against him as I wrapped my arms around his waist in content.

He didn’t bother hiding the pleased smile on his handsome face when he saw me rub my cheek into his shoulder blade and look up at him, “You doing okay back there sugar?” Smiling at the nickname I nodded and burrowed deeper into his leather jacket, letting my hands graze his bare stomach before sliding up to his chest. All while watching his reaction with great satisfaction.

He gripped the handlebars tighter as warmth spread in his chest, he wanted nothing more than to hold me tight, purring dirty words in my ear as I squirmed with pleasure against him.

Those thoughts almost won too but one glare from David put out the urge…for now.

Curiosity swelled in my mind when we pulled to a stop next to a giant tree on the beach, I could hear the sounds of music and chatter as Paul hopped over and helped me off the bike before swinging an arm around my shoulders.

“Come on man, the funs about to begin!” Melting into his side I wrapped my arm around his waist and allowed him to pull me along leaving the three boys behind.

“Are we sure he’s ready?” Marko inquired suddenly looking nervous as they all watched Paul hang off a tree limb and laugh as I tried to climb the tree after him, key word is ‘Try’.

“Shouldn’t we tell him?” Dwayne asked glancing over to see David ponder their concerned words, “He belongs to us, his soul is connected to ours. Even if he is scared, he’ll come around in the end.” David simply stated before walking over to the tree with a smirk.

Dwayne and Marko shared a look, knowing that while they trusted David’s judgment, they were all terrified of the prospect of losing me. I did belong to them, just as they belonged to me…so they hoped that would be enough reason for me to stick around for good.

Paul nudged my arm as we watched a group of Surf Nazis drunkenly dancing and screaming the song ‘Rebel Yell’ horribly, despite the confusion that followed I felt my stomach grumble again as we watched them push and shove at each other.

Drool pooled in my mouth when one who had been shoved too hard fell on a fallen log they had been using as a bench and scraped his hand, too high to notice as he bounced up and rejoined his friends.

Paul’s head bumped against mine, one arm wrapped around my waist as the other held the tree limb above us.

“Pick one, baby.” Paul whispered in my ear while peppering kisses to my cheek and jaw.

Pick one? Why would I need to pick one, and why did I feel so hungry? Sweat was dripping from my face as my lunges felt heavier with every breathe I took.

“W-Wha...” Another hand captured my chin and turned me to look into the comforting gaze of my handsome brunette giant. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone as he leaned in close to capture my lips in a soft kiss, it only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away.

“Breathe sugar, I know you’re confused but you’re safe with us. We’re not going anywhere.” It was so easy to melt into Paul’s arms as Dwayne spoke.

Marko watched from above as I finally gave in and let my worries wash away, “There we go, our good boy.” He praised as Paul kissed my head and nuzzled into my hair.

David watched with a soft smile, he could feel how anxious his boys were and while he wouldn’t admit it aloud…he was scared too. None of them could even think about a life without their pretty boy now, far too addicted to ever let me go. Vampires were selfish and territorial creatures, and David was the worst of them all.

He would kill anyone who tried to take me away…even if it meant going against that bastard's sick dreams of a family. No one, and he meant No One, was going to get in the way of our happiness.

So with that in mind he decided to start the show, ”Boys.” All eyes fell on him with a buzz of excitement filling the air.

“It’s time.” Dwayne placed a soft kiss to my lips before I was released, they each stared off at the dancing drunks on the beach with barely contained eagerness.

I went to sit up but was pushed back against the trunk of the tree as David moved down to cage me against it, taking my chin and forcing me to look into his striking blue eyes.

“It’s time to join the club Kitten, see us for all that we are...” He stated turning my chin right as he snapped his fingers. Within a second the three boys had disappeared in a flash and the sound of screams filled the air.

My eyes grew wide at the bloodbath I bared witness to, the same boys that had been whispering comforting words to me, who had kissed me so tenderly, and fucked me into oblivion…were ripping human beings apart limb from limb.

David turned to watch my reaction as I felt the hunger grow, he smiled when he saw my eyes turn yellow as my gums and face started to ache. “Don’t they look delicious, kitten?” He trailed his leather finger up my chin and brushed my bottom lip, moving down to whisper into my ear.

“Aren’t you wondering why their blood smells so appetizing? Why the drinks we’ve given you taste so good?” He watched as realization flashed over my hunger hazed eyes. Not daring to look away from the horrifyingly attractive blood covered men who laughed as they tore into their meals.

“It’s because you’re one of us…or at least halfway there. All you need to do is consume human blood and you’ll be a creature of the night like us.” He purred into my ear and glanced at the boys, Marko was looking up at us while holding a barely conscious man with paling skin and a bloody throat, the poor thing hung limp in his arms.

It was the same man who had skinned his palm.

“Sleep all day, Party all night. You’ll never die, kitten. All you have to do is feed.” All eyes were on me now, the unknown beast inside threatening to come out if I didn’t give in. To devour the delicious smelling nectar that dripped from the fragile neck of a human being.

He was a human being! Why was I even hesitating? I should be running, fighting back, something other than sitting here while these bloodthirsty creatures' pet and paw at me. All while I looked at a fellow human like I was a starved man sat Infront of a full course meal!

But…But I wasn’t human anymore, was I?

Glancing down at my nails that looked sharper than before I knew I was probably far too gone already.

How did I even get here? One second I was talking with Michael in the safety of my home and the next I’m in the middle of nowhere surrounded by blood and guts and yellow eyed monsters.

They turned me into one of them…and the worst thing was I didn’t hate them for it, no... instead of hatred I felt...want.

Heavy lustful want.

David was caught by pleasant surprise when I suddenly grabbed his collar and smashed our lips together in a heated kiss, he didn’t hesitate to kiss back however. Meeting my passion with his own fire, digging his fingers into my hair to bring me closer.

When pulling away my heart skipped a beat at the shift in his face, much like a feline in the angular and sharp features. Yellow eyes filled with lust stared into my own as sharp nails dig into my hips, threatening to puncture the flesh.

“He's awakened the beast now!” Paul teased Elbowing Marko who shot him a glare before approaching, still holding the limp man who’s breathing had significantly slowed.

“Come on baby, just a taste.” I gasped when David grabbed me and leapt down, landing Infront of the curly haired beauty and setting me down. He stayed close though, hovering over my shoulder with his chest pressed against my shaking form.

It was too late to go back…but with how they were looking at me, full of love and hope, did I really want to?

Did I want to go back to a world where I had to hide who I was, my parents were never around, and when they were it was only because they needed something. But now I had four boys who wanted me, all of me. They were kind and funny, not to mention attractive and strong.

I had been one of them the second I stepped foot out of my truck.

Marko grinned when he saw that I had made my decision, starting to chant my name as the others joined.

“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)!”

Marko grabbed the man’s hair and yanked his head back, baring the bloody throat to me and making me hiss with painful hunger.

Baring my teeth I lunged and sunk my teeth deep into my foods neck, destroying the last bit of humanity I had left.

The boys cheered as I sucked down the delicious liquid that filled my mouth and dripped down my chin to stain my shirt, a wave of euphoria flushed through my system. Tears formed in my eyes as I slowly pulled away, letting the corpse fall to the ground as I stared at my bloody hands.

Gentle hands began caressing me, but I was so dizzy that I couldn’t even tell who they belonged to.

“That’s it baby bat, our good boy.”

“He looks so pretty all covered in blood.”

“I knew you could do it babe!”

“Welcome to the club kitten.”

Their voices echoed in my mind startling me as I saw that none of their mouths were moving, instead they were pulled into proud smiles as Dwayne whispered in my ear.

“You’re one of us now sugar, we're bonded.” He nuzzled into my neck and began licking away the sticky blood that coated my skin.

It was strange how much their affection affected me now, far more intensely than before. Tingling shivers rolled over my body as I held onto his strong arms, leaning my head to the side so he had more room.

He smirked against me, opening his mouth to place loving bites against my flesh. Skilled hands raked up my stomach, pulling my jacket off before I heard a loud rip.

Looks like I’ll need a new shirt.

“Just look at you baby boy, all covered in blood and looking so damn delicious.” Paul purred as he knelt Infront of me, not stopping for even a second He licked a stripe up my blood covered chest. Eyes rolled back at the mix of taste, ”Oh fucking hell, Marko you have to get a taste!”

Paul yelped when the cherub shoved him aside to kneel Infront of me, Cupping my face he smeared the blood over my lips as he licked his. “Oh baby, I’m so proud of you. We all knew you could do it, because you’re our good boy aren’t you?”

His praise brought a drowsiness to my brain that left me wanting more. Whimpering and nodding eagerly my one hand tightened on Dwayne’s arm while the other reached out for Marko.

“P-Please…” What I was begging for, I had no clue. All I did know was that I needed them in every way possible or else I felt that my body would burst into flames.

“Ah Ah, use your words kitten, what do you want us to do?” David’s hand came from beside me as he tenderly ran his sharp nails over my scalp and watched me shiver with glowing yellow eyes. Blood caked his chin as well meaning he had fed while I was drowning in this strange ecstasy.

“I…I want you all to touch me, to fuck me...show me that I’m yours!” Just like that I had four sets of hands groping at me and making me moan in pleasure.

“Well sugar, who are we to deny such a tempting request.” Dwayne growled in my ear as I squirmed in his embrace just as he had wanted back at the bikes.

Someone was unbuckling my belt and tugging down my pants and boxers in one go, while two mouths were licking up all of the blood from my body.

“Dwayne.” David’s voice echoed in the brunette's mind, "Distract him.” Feral grins formed at their leaders' words, he watched as David vanished into the trees.

"Come on baby? You want Dwayne to stretch your tight little hole?" Paul asked cupping my erection and making me buck into his hand.

“Yes! Oh god, please fuck me!” I pleaded looking at the four glowing eyes with tears falling down my cheeks.

“Aw listen to him beg Dwayne, I think you should give him what he wants~” Marko teased while Dwayne tapped two fingers on my lips waiting for me to part them before slipping them into my warm mouth.

I hummed at the taste of blood on his fingers as they pressed down on my tongue, Dwayne’s fingers left my mouth and lowered down to my ass, ghosting over my puckering hole as I shivered with anticipation.

"Ready baby bat?” He asked waiting for any signs of hesitation, smiling when he found only pure need.

"Please...I need to feel you inside me...”

"Keep begging baby, it’s so hot!” Paul interrupted my thoughts, and I looked over to see he was currently rutting against Marko, arms tightly wrapped around the smaller blonde's waist as their bodies molded together.

Heat spread up my body as I watched them, feeling my dick twitch while they continued to move in sync.

A gasp ripped from my throat when Dwayne used the distraction to push his fingers inside easily, my grip righted on his arm as they slid in and out stretching the muscle that still ached from its abuse yesterday.

But now every spark of pleasure ignited a burning need inside of me, impatience came along with it as I moved my hand back and cupped his hardened erection. Rubbing it I heard him let out a hiss and tighten his grip.

I drowned in his pheromones as his entire being flooded my senses, and from the way his eyes fluttered shut while he took a deep breath, I could tell he loved it just as much as I did.

When his eyes opened again they were back to their normal darkness, his pace suddenly sped up to match mine and tore a load moan from my throat.

“Fu-huck Dwayne!” I grunted nearly collapsing when he spread his fingers further stretching me to his content, whimpers soon spilled from my lips when my hips moved back to meet his fingers in search of more stimulation only for strong hand to grab my hips stopping my attempts.

“Patience baby boy, you’ll be filled up in a second.” Marko said before glancing to the other vampire with that Cheshire grin of his.

“Is he ready?” Paul asked peering over Marko’s shoulder panting as he grinds up against Marko.

Dwayne hummed in response, pulling his fingers out before moving out of my reach to unbuckle his pants.

Marko chuckled as I looked at him eagerly, shuffling forward a bit to press himself against my front. "See what you do to me baby boy, I can’t wait to feel your tight ass around me.” I bit my lip at the feeling of his hard Dick pressed against mine, his hands moved to wrap around us both.

Dwayne grabbed my chin and turned me to face him, forcing eye contact as I felt him slide between my ass cheeks. Slowly pushing after lining up, we both grunted when his tip started to slip past the ring of muscle.

Marko smirked with content watching my pleasure-drunk expressions, "Almost there sugar, once you take all of Dwayne I'll slip inside too, you’ll be stuffed to the brim with our cocks. And you’re going to love every second of it aren’t you?”

It felt too good to even think, the more he slipped inside the dumber I became until all I could do was nod with drool pooling in my mouth.

“Course you will, such a good boy.”

‘Fuck keep calling me that’ I wanted to say but all that came out was a whimper.

“You like it when we praise you Huh pretty boy? Like a dog waiting for their treat.” Paul snickered but they all knew it was true.

“Well get ready puppy because here it is!” Dwayne growled, thrusting all the way in until he bottomed out.

“Holy shit-He still feels so warm!" He leaned back and sat with me settled on his lap, using his strong grip to begin bouncing me on top of him.

The new position presented me fully to the two awaiting men, “Get in here boys, you gotta feel this.” His hips thrust up into me mercilessly making me moan in pleasure, I reached back and grabbed a fist full of his hair and his laughter rumbled against my back as he leaned his head down and peppered kisses to my shoulder.

Marko could feel his composure cracking, he wanted to hold back so that he didn’t scare me, but he couldn’t only last long. So the very second that I looked at him, arms stretching out with a needy look on my face, was the exact moment his restraint shattered.

He lunged forward knocking our mouths together as he ripped off his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down to press his tip to my stretched-out entrance.

He waited until I gasped as he bit my bottom lip to push in, grunting at the tightness and pressing our foreheads together.

“You’re right Dwayne, incredible...” Marko huffed as he pulled away and rolled his hips, the two groaned at the feelings while I was too distracted by the feeling of being pressed between them as they thrusted in tandem.

“Move.” I mumbled between the moans and gasps of breath. “What was that baby? Speak up.” Paul's head appeared beside me as he cupped my chin and turned my face towards him.

Leaning in he brushed our lips together and smirked as I tried to pull him closer.

“Paul kiss me!” The blonde didn’t need to be asked twice, crashing our lips together and battling my tongue for dominance.

Marko and Dwayne both grinned at the view, sharing a look that spelled trouble they began a brutal pace. Marko would thrust mercilessly and Dwayne would follow even harder. Pounding into me and moaning into my ears, and holy fuck was it hot.

Pulling away from Paul I moaned out with bliss as he moved down and latched onto my shoulder, teeth sinking into my supple skin and biting down to the point that if I were still human it would have torn out a chunk of muscle. “Yes! right there!” I yelled and clenched around them, earning three animalistic growls in return.

Their thrusts were unrelenting when Marko and Dwayne both reached the perfect spot, skilled in the way they easily found it over and over again.

At this rate I wasn’t going to last long, I could already feel the knot in the pit of my stomach tightening and threatening to release.

“Not yet sugar, just hold on.” Dwayne grunted licking a stripe up the back of my neck, he was drowning in pleasure as his hips slapped against my asscheeks.

“What about me baby?” Paul pouted, feeling left out up until my hand wrapped around his shaft. He let out a moan as I lazily jerked him off and leaving him a whimpering mess for me, begging me to go even the slightest bit faster.

My chest heaved as I smiled with satisfaction, he held onto me with tears building in his eyes when I squeezed. God I could cum just by looking at each of their handsome, pleasure ridden faces. Holding back like this seemed impossible when my boys kept fucking me without slowing down their rapid pace.

“I can’t hold it any longer! Please let me cum!” Marko shivered as I whimpered into his ear, but not without nibbling on his lobe. He was grinning like an idiot as he looked up at Dwayne and Paul’s matching smile, "Think we should let him, he was so good for us after all.”

Dwayne grabbed my chin, tenderly looking my blissed-out expression. “Since he begged so nicely, we’ll come together.”

It didn't take much longer for my body to finally give up in trying to hold back, my head fell back against Dwayne's shoulder as my cum shot up and covered Marko’s chest right as Paul came in my hand, holding onto me as he grunted.

Not even a second later I felt full as the two boys own loads were stuffed deep inside of me,their whimpers filling my ears as they came down from their highs.

“Definitely worth the wait.”

———

“He’s amazing isn’t he Michael?”

Michael fell back onto his ass as David’s voice suddenly came out from bee hind him, looking up at the looming figure standing over him.

David grinned and wiggles his fingers tauntingly,”Hello Michael, enjoying the show?”

Michael quickly shuffled away and stood up,brushing off some of the dirt on him as he glared at the vampire.

“What have you done to him! He didn’t want this!”

David merely rose a brow,looking him in the eye as my moans and screams for more echoed in the air.

“He’s just confused by lust,he doesn’t know what he wants!” Michael hissed,looking red in the face.

To David, Michael looked insanely jealous, if this were a cartoon steam would be coming out of his ears with a train whistle blowing.

“Oh yea, you’re absolutely right. Those are the sounds of someone who doesn’t want us to fuck him sensless.” David snickered pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up, taking a drag he stepped closer and blew the smoke right in Michaels face.

As Michael coughed and waved away the smoke David smirked, “Poor little Michael is jealous, He never got to fuck pretty boys tight ass so now he’s throwing a fit.”

His laughter only made Michaels anger worse,but David’s grin died down to a deadly glare, stepping forward until he was a breathes distance. “How many times do I have to tell you Michael, (Y/n) is ours. And we don’t share with others.”

Michael clenched his jaw because he knew that despite being a half he had no chance of beating someone like David. “He’s not an object, he’ll leave once he realizes that you’re all nothing but mons-“ he gagged before he could finish his sentence,David’s clawed hand wrapped tightly around his throat.

“Oh Michael, you just don’t know when to shut your fucking mouth.” David hissed with glowing eyes of barely contained fury,”Besides nothing you say is going to change the fact that you’re forgettable, he chose us over a pathetic waste of space like you.”

Tears built in Michaels eyes, flinching when the grasp on his neck grew tighter. “Perhaps I should just kill you now and rid myself of any further headaches.” His jaw opened baring his fangs aiming to tear out Michaels throat.

‘He’s asking for you.’ Dwayne’s voice echoed in the vampires skulls making David’s glare melt into a cocky smirk.

“Enjoy the rest of the show Michael, because the next time I see you…” he leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I’ll take great pleasure in draining every ounce of your blood and bathing him in it while he screams my name.”

Releasing his throat David didn’t waste a single glance towards the pathetic half again as he stalked off back to the others leaving Michael alone as he rubbed at his throat.

Silently plotting.

———

Paul was laid out on my lap as I leaned back against Marko, Dwayne was busy cleaning up the mess of torn limps and bodies missing throats.

“So…I’m a vampire now.” They shared a nervous look, unsure on how to read my stoic expression.

“We’re sorry sugar, we should have told you.” Dwayne said softly as he tossed an arm into the fire.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked, hissing lowly as I ran my hands through paul's hair.

Paul melted into my hand, soaking up the tender affection that I was giving him. He glanced up at me with an embarrassed expression, “We were worried you’d be scared of us.” I couldn't help but soften at how cute he looked, glancing at the other two I realized they had all been worried.

Now with a clearer mind I thought back on it, the clues were all right in front of me. The looks, the possessiveness, the true meaning being David’s words earlier.

They wanted me from the beginning, and once they got a taste they were hooked. I suppose the same could be said for me, even if they had let me go when I first woke up there was no way I’d be able to stay away from them.

“I have never been put first before, never treated with such love and care. You four have made me feel more important in the last two nights than my own parents have my entire life, and I owe you my everything for that.”

They shared a look of surprise,they hadn’t expected such a heartfelt response.

“Well damn sugar, you know how to make big bad vampires like us tear up.” I chuckled at Dwayne’s mumbled words as he came over and placed a kiss atop my head, smiling as I looked up at him with they same amount of love that they had looking at me.

"Speaking of big bad Vampires, We're missing one. Where's David?" Dwayne looked off towards the woods he had watched his leader dissapear into before looking back to me,"He's coming."

Nodding in understanding I started to get up, Paul rolled off to allow me room as I stood and brushed the sand off of me. Marko Handed me my boxers and pants while Paul searched for my jacket that had been tossed somewhere.

Once dressed I looked down at my chest to see the small patches of blood that was now dried to my skin, "This is going to take a bit to get used to..." They chuckled as I tried to wipe away the flakes.

"We'll be here to help you every step of the way kitten, you're stuck with us." Two arms wrapped around my waist from behind as I was pulled back into a sturdy chest, David's voice was a soft purr in my ear as he rubbed his nose into my cheek.

"Oh boy, lucky me." I teased earning a nip at my neck that made me laugh. "Well now that I'm one of you...I was promised an eternity of partying." David grinned proudly as he pulled away but kept an arm around me as he looked to the others.

"You heard him boys, let's get cleaned up and show our pretty boy a good time." They all cheered while Paul made a lewd comment about showing me a really good time. I'd be taking him up on that later.

They began heading back to the bikes leaving me to look over the burning remains in the firepit, I should feel guilty...like I was a monster.

But for some reason all I felt was the love my boys had for me, that overwhelming need to be around them overpowered any human morals I should have.

The old (Y/n) was dead, now all that was left was their Pretty boy.

No one was going to change that.

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Crowley x Aziraphale Season 3 "Rejoice" PART 2!!!! ANGST AT FIRST! (This will be a happy ending dw!) TW! PANIC ATTACK

Part 2 will be the last part in this small series. But I will def post more after this. Anyhow let's get in to it!

"I forgive you"

"I forgive you" is the only words that could ring through Aziraphales head as Crowley left.

Even though no one was there. Aziraphale needed someone to talk to. No not someone, not something, he just needed to talk.

"Y-you forgive me? That's all he said? But I wanted...oh." This has to be exactly how Crowley felt after I left..oh no what have I done? I don't know what to feel right now. I think I need to breath for a minute. My chest feels tight, really tight. I can't breath. Im hyperventilating. The world is spinning. I can't.

"hey mr.fel-? MR.FELL ARE YOU ALRIGHT"

CROWLEYS POV (dw azi will be ok)

"let me explain"

"i forgive you"

What the fuck, did i just do? How the fuck? What in Satan's name? I just left him. He wanted to explain. He wanted to fix things. He wanted to fix us.

We could've been us.

But I just lost it all. To me being petty. I realize he's done this to me before. But he had reason. Reason he was going to tell me if I would have let him explain.

I should go back. I should apologize. I should do something. I need to do something. If I don't. If I just lost something, someone so important to me in my life.

What will I do?

What have I done?

AZIRAPHALES POV NOW

"Mr.Fell breathe in and out. Calm down. Can you count backwards from 10 in your head?"

10,9,8,7,6,5-

My breathing is going back to normal. I'm not as dizzy. But still shaking and still crying. I'm not sure I could stop crying even if I wanted to.

"Okay..Mr.Fell I'm going to call Crowley now, ok?"

Crowley? No she can't call him

"No..no need Muriel really I'm okay, I've just been a bit shaken up I promise I'm alright, I just need a bit of air, okay?"

My chest is still tight. I need to go sit down somewhere before even trying to explain anything.

"Oh, okay Mr.Fell, if you're sure"

I walked out of the bookshop and went to walk to a nearby park. I hope Crowley isn't around to see me like this. Not sure what he'd do.

MURIEL POV (muriel stan right here btw)

Mr.Fell was not okay when I walked in here and not much better when he walked out. Even though he told me not to call Crowley..I mean..it couldn't hurt, could it?

What's his number again? Oh that's right..

CROWLEY POV (dw it will get happier soon ok?)(also idk what Muriel's nickname for Crowley is so bear with me)

I'm pathetic. Couldn't even put my ego down long enough to listen to what my best friend had to tell me. I can't lose him like this though. I won't I swear I will do anything to just make him hap-

*ring ring ring ring RING*

Who the fuck is calling me?

*Caller ID "Bookshop Watcher Girl"*

Oh..Muriel? I wonder what she wants? Isn't Aziraphale there anyhow?

*answers phone* "What do you want?"

"Oh! Hello Mr.Crowley, uh..is there any chance Mr.Fell is with you?"

Aziraphale was just at the bookshop? Minutes ago?

"Uh er no? He was just at the shop minutes ago though?"

"Oh well. no I know that it's just when I had walked in Mr.Fell, well he was uh he was"

Can this girl stutter anymore?

"He was what? Just spit it out!"

"Oh sorry Mr.Crowley. He was crying! He was having a panic attack and well, I calmed him down and tried to call you but he insisted on me not calling you and him just going out to get a fresh breath of air and I probably shouldn't have let him go and oh I am so sorry!"

Aziraphale? Crying? A panic attack? Oh no what did I do? Where is he? I need to find him.

"Uh, it's quite alright Muriel. I'm not mad but I am going to go find Aziraphale now, alright? Bye now"

AZIRAPHALE POV

Well now that my breathing slowed down I can just sit on this park bench for a minute in the peace and quiet. Not thinking about anything. Pushing all my worries aside. I haven't really had a minute to myself in a few. I need this. Just peace and quiet.

CROWLEY (peace and quiet my ass. i know you all want your happy ending and don't worry it's coming faster than the depression hit you from season 2!)

If Aziraphale is anywhere he's at a park. Not just any park though. Especially if he walked. He's at the one down the road.

As I pulled up and got out of my car I spotted him right away. He seemed to calm and content. Poor thing probably hasn't gotten a moment to himself. But right now he needs someone with him.

As I walked over I couldn't help but to notice how tired and overworked he looked.

"Hey, Aziraphale..you okay?" I whispered, not even knowing why it just felt right.

"Oh hello Crowley you frightened me. I'm quite alright..why wouldn't I be?"

He's not telling me the truth obviously. I mean I understand but still. I want him to trust me.

"Well..Muriel called. You had a panic attack? Why didn't you call for me? If I were mad you know I would've been there for you right?"

He looked at me, almost surprised for a moment but then he calmly spoke.

"Well yes I understand you would have but my whole breakdown was really not of much importance I'm sure as you said you had other thin-"

"You? Not being of importance? Impossible. You are one of the MOST important people in my life Aziraphale. Anything that happens big or small I want to know about it. I need to. I want to make sure you're okay because angel, I love y-"

Azi and Crowley Pov

Aziraphale cuts off those last words with a kiss. Crowley kisses him back because he can't not. Aziraphale right then and there realizes how much of Crowley he really wants, and it's overwhelming in the best way possible. It's gentle but firm, they don't come up for air for what feels like hours. They could do this for hours. They probably will someday. Crowley is first to break the kiss only to say.

"Don't ever forgive me again"

There was joking in his voice but also a level of seriousness Aziraphale hasn't heard in a while.

That comment is followed by a breathless Aziraphale as a light laugh escapes his mouth.

"I wouldn't dream of it dear"

Even though Aziraphale went along with the tone. He knew what kind of promise he was making. He knew it was a promise he could and would keep.

And no, it may not be perfect.

But it damn good enough for the both of them.

I DECLARE MY FIRST (and definitely not the last) GOOD OMENS, CROWLEY X AZIRAPHALE FAN FICTION FINALLY FINISHED!

Can I get a wahoo?

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christinebloodwrittings · 10 months

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Something exactly like this

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, abuse, police brutality, hints of ptsd, cursing.

Words: 1957

Chapter four: If only we weren't strangers.

Taglist: @xoxobabe @lavndrluv @whatamidoing89 @theboyrisingfromstardust

There are moments in life that simply cannot be forgotten. When you least expect them, they repeat in your head like a catchy tune. Or at least, that's what good times sound like, like a day with your parents at the park, eating ice cream, laughing and playing, having the sun warm up your skin nicely.

But in moments of peace, my mind wanders over my decisions, entwined in infinite designs of a pattern that forms an image. It's blurry and incomplete, but each thread glows brightly, almost alive.

God knows I made bad decisions, some worse than others, like sneaking out to a party and getting my stubborn ass dragged to the police station was one of the worst, but for the sake of just going. I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have drunk, or let myself be carried away by the music, much less let one of the guys make me take a walk to get some air.

Because they didn't process me as a teenager, but as an adult.

An adult who had drunk like never before in her life, a minor, defenseless, with zero reasoning power.

The policeman who handcuffed me didn't read my rights, he just pushed my head into the car and drove to the station. He was suspiciously heavily armed, I must say.

He didn't put me in a cell, it was more of a room with a desk and pictures of a bald white guy with a loving family. I remember that desk well, especially the smooth, cold surface.

The officer just told me to wait quietly, that if I made a single sound he would break my knees, or so I think, I just remember laughing.

The rest is history... medical history.

It's funny how much you can miss after a few drinks, but at least they kept me from remembering what was important. My body and the photographs that the detectives took spoke for themselves.

During my time in the hospital room, a doctor came to me with news, supposedly to improve my mood, he told me that two policemen had entered the hospital with me, one of them blind in one eye and the other with a piece of his ear missing.

He was the typical adult who thought himself young and cool, trying to ease my pain with more or less happy news, something like "You look like crap, but you should see the others, champ!", but I doubt they were starring in their own version of the mummy.

Although of course, it was curious that when I woke up, I was missing several of my acrylic nails. Back then I did what it took to fit in, we've all been there.

My case was left unfinished, for a change. The policemen had no legal repercussions and remained intact in their jobs. It was never made public since I lived in a town in the middle of nowhere, and the detective in charge just gave me a taser in case it happens again.

I fucking hate the system.

My dad went crazy for it, who wouldn't be? That led him to call an old friend who had recently made a name for himself in the big city, in a political position.

I thought that justice would be done through human means and that the system would finally work, but unfortunately that dinner was the beginning of a terrible decision.

It was also the last time that Norman Osborn sat at our table looking completely human.

From that experience I was left with an omen, a voice, that screamed heartbreaking pleas for me to get away from the police, especially if it was V.E.N.O.M.

It has me sweating cold most of my nights.

That night I listened to it again and like an instinct I jumped out of my seat and started running. I spotted the emergency exit, I didn't think twice, I kicked it and ran in the opposite direction of the blue and red glow.

But it was as if it was getting louder, ferocious voices were yelling at me to stop, that I was under arrest, I was not going to let them take me away again, ever, over my corpse.

The burning tires, the smell of gasoline, everything led me to that night. I felt my heart in my ears, from the tears I could hardly see where I was going, and I only knew that I was moving through the cold air hitting my face, I could no longer feel my legs or my body in general. I just needed to run away.

The only time I stopped was when something grabbed me by the waist and stuck my back to his chest, looking up I realized it was Spider-punk. He lifted his finger to where I figured his mouth was, signaling for me to be quiet, but between my agitated hyperventilation, I just couldn't.

"I'm here, I won't let 'em take you" he whispered, getting a tigher hold of my body. A warm feeling grounded me a little when he hugged me, the rest of my body was so cold, I yearned for more warmth.

A loud bang resonated though the air, before the police sirens started to fade in the distance. We stayed a few minutes like that, even long after the silence settled among city's normal noise.

"They're gone now" he patted my head slightly, reassuring me. It felt nice to be held again, to feel safe for a minute.

"Looks like I owe you that kiss, huh?" I rolled my eyes, it's true that the danger was far away now, but it wasn't the right time to joke around.

"For all wrong reasons" I wanted to move, but I guess I took it too far with the escape run, it felt as if my feet were asleep. It was like the cold air built stalactites on the insides of my lungs, every breath brought a painful pang on my side.

"I don't mind settling that, but maybe I should leave you an excuse" he smiled, using my own words, "Perhaps you should".

Stepping a few times seemed to make the trick, I could feel my feet again, but the burning sensation in my chest remained, so I just walked at an old lady's speed.

"I get it, you were scared, the adrenaline is wearin' off, but you don't have to be so cold" he kept himself close, no quite beside me, but close.

I didn't respond to any of his callings, honestly I was far too tired and fed up with myself to handle anything external, except than silence, which was the last thing following me.

"Hey, 's goin on?" He stopped me by grabbing my arm, not making any pressure on it, he just hooked his hand on my elbow and stopped walking, making me almost lose my balance and curse under my breath.

"Fuck sake, why are you so fixated on the kiss thing? It was a joke, I thought I would never see you again, so it didn't mattered what I said", janking away from his hand, I managed to regain my posture and my walk.

"Well, it did to me" he muttered.

"I'm sorry, picture this for a fucking second. Normal female citizen about to be beaten up by a corrupt cop gets saved by a random dude with superpowers, among them abnormal strength. Then gets dropped off at her apartment, and the creep expects a kiss, so she jokes as to not make the mutant mad, and he keeps being flirty and pushy about the damn thing!" I lost my breath at the last sentence, and it broke me to realize how much it really hit me.

Perhaps I was being too hard on him, but pushing the issue in the first place, and in a situation of extreme stress was kind of the last drop.

"Now I was chased by cops, my heart is in the back of my mouth as well as the pie and my lunch, I'm tired, it's been a long fucking day, and guess what, the stranger keeps being pushy about a fucking kiss" then I went silent, having almost nothing else on my chest to vomit at all. Perhaps it wasn't how I wanted to say it, but I had a limit, and I couldn't find another way to draw it.

He backed up a little, raising his open palms to his chest level, "Hey, 'm sorry, I was just joking around" His voice was low and apologetic, it was like his presence shrunk from the tall and intimidating Spider-Punk, to just a guy that realized he fucked up.

I took a big breath, the burning sensation calming down a little, "Look I'm sorry, I have a bad history with cops, and men in general, the stress is all over me...I should've minded my words" down the weather was an understatement of my mood.

He hesitated, but in a slow motion, very carefully, he brushed a strand of lose hair off my face, brushing my cheek sweetly along the way.

"Forgive me luv, I pushed it" I nodded, his hand lingered on my cheek for a couple more seconds before withdrawing his touch, leaving me with a fluttery sensation.

He patted his jacket for a second before pulling a wrinkled piece of paper, which he handed to me, "Y'know, you can call this number, he's always around, 's a good pal o' mine, he'll help you if you need it" it had a phone number and a name that seemed to be a joke by now.

"Hobie Brown, the guitarrist? Met him already" he turned around to see me, "Really?" It was as if I could see his eyebrows rising.

"He pulled me out of the crowd mid anxiety attack, we didn't spoke much, but I apreciated it" he was so considerate for that, and I don't think I ever thank him for it.

"Intrestin', what do you think of him? First impresions only" I was taken aback by his question, but I didn't minded much, "He seemed nice, intimidating and surreal, but nice. My friend and her boyfriend supposedly set us up in order to date, but I don't see it happening" more like a failed ambush by cupid.

"Why's that?"

"I don't know, I guess...I guess we're too different, we don't even like the same music, and he's so..." so handsome but too much at this moment,

"So?"

"Rebel, he seems like trouble"

"What's life without a lil' trouble?"

"Are you also trying to set me up with that friend of yours? He can't be that dreamy, besides I don't know if I'm ready to jump in a relationship just yet"

"I understand"

He opened his arm to me, I thought he was going to swing us back to my place. Instead, he hugged me, his arm circulated my waist, and the other caressed my hair, "May I?" I looked up, his face was only inches from mine, "Fine, just do it" He chucked while using a finger to make me face the alley, then I felt his lips on my cheek.

When I turned to face him, his mask was fully covering his face, got to say I was a little disappointed. "We're settled then?" He chuckled again, "On my end only, can't wait for your kiss" this dude was making me crazy, "You're insufferable" this time he did wrap me with his arms and took off, "Indeed darling" was the last thing he did before dropping me off back at my place and then leaving again.

Funny, I found the crisps he promised right on my bed when I came back.

#hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #hobie brown smut #hobie smut #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spiderman

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cloudghoul32 · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞- 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈

Cardinal Copia x Female!Reader

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Through the Fire and Flames on repeat...

Summary: You were hungry one night and decided to grab a snack from the kitchen. Guess who you find there?

Word count: 1,33 words

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The hallways of the abbey were quiet at this hour. It was way past your usual bedtime, and you were tired, but you still wanted your snack from the kitchen.

You stepped into the kitchen, trying your best not to make any noise. The sound of your shoes against the cold, marble floor certainly didn't help you, though. Everything you did, you felt as if someone was watching you. You shrugged it off and tried your best not to think about it. You opened the fridge and saw a piece of pumpkin pie. You immediately grabbed it from the fridge and warmed it in the microwave, cringing at the beeping sound it made when it was done. You closed the microwave as fast as you could, hoping no one heard it.

Unfortunately, someone did hear you. You looked around before walking into the empty, dark dining room and placed the plate on the table. You sat down with a sigh, relieved you hadn't been caught. You began to peacefully eat your pie until you heard a noise coming from behind the door leading into the kitchen you were just in a few minutes ago. Your head snapped in that direction, your face turning slightly pale. Were you going to get in trouble? And what would your punishment be?

You didn't dare move. Your instincts told you to run away, hide, leave as fast as you could. But you didn't. It seemed like you were frozen in place. Then the door opened before you could decide what you could to do. You saw the Cardinal, looking just as confused as you probably did.

None of you said anything. There was an awkward tension between the two of you as you stared into each other's eyes, both a little bit terrified of what would happen next. Finally, you spoke up.

"Um... your dark eminence, I... I'm sorry, I just... um..." you tried and failed to find an excuse. You sighed. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" You knew you sounded really stupid, but you didn't want to explain to him. Copia seemed embarrassed all of a sudden. "Well, I, eh, I went to find something for... my rats." He looked at the pie on the table. "Are you going to eat that?" he asked. You smiled slightly. "Um... I don't know, I kind of lost my appetite. But you can have it," you said, offering it to him. The cardinal blushed profusely. "What? R-Really? Grazie, Sorella!" Copia took the plate and the spoon and started eating it. You didn't bother telling him you already put the spoon in your mouth. He didn't need to hear that, he was embarrassed enough.

"So why are you here again?" Copia said through mouthfuls. You chuckled softly. "It's a... a dumb reason, really, I just wanted something to eat." You looked down at your lap and fidgeted with your hands nervously. Copia smiled. "Me too. I didn't want to tell you because... because it's stupid. My rats have already eaten dinner." You looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was only when you realized how loud the two of you were being that you calmed down. "You know, we shouldn't even be here," you said. "So be quiet." Copia nodded. "I know. That's why I was surprised to see anyone else here. I was just going to grab a... ehh... whatever I found in the kitchen, but I saw your pie, and I couldn't help myself," he chuckled.

You and Copia spent about half an hour talking and laughing about things like best friends. You found out how easy it was to talk to him, and how comfortable he seemed to be around you.

That's when you remembered.

Terzo had said to you that in order for you to become at least good friends, he had to learn to grow comfortable with you. He was right. It already felt like Copia was your best friend or something. Ever since you joined the Clergy, people have tried to avoid you. They didn't like you for some reason. It frustrated you that you had no idea what you did, yet people acted as if you had some deep, dark secret that had leaked somehow and everyone knew now. But Copia was different. You thought he might be the nicest man in the entire ministry. Of course you had Terzo, but he was popular and practically everyone was friends with him.

"Really? I just found it in the fridge. I think it was the last slice," you said. "I have no idea whose it is." Both you and Copia started giggling at the thought of someone coming to the fridge, opening it, expecting their pie, and finding nothing. "Oh, you're a mischievous one, I see," Copia grinned, earning a smirk from you too.

Just then you heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Both you and Copia jumped up from your seats and ran from the kitchen, almost tripping over your own feet. Neither one of you wasted a second getting the hell out of there. Anything would be better than being caught disobeying the curfew.

Eventually you stopped running and reached your room. You sighed with relief, glad that no one saw you. Copia was out of breath too, and he was muttering something about needing to work out more or something.

"That was fun," you said. Copia groaned. "For you, maybe," he breathed, making you giggle.

Once he caught his breath, you said good night to him and closed the door. You were happy. You were happy that you made a friend. More specifically, your crush. Maybe one day our new friendship will turn into something else, you thought. Way in the far future.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

Copia nearly skipped to his room. His heart, too, was filled with joy and hope. It was hard for him to believe he had made a friend on his first day here. It had always been very difficult for people to like him, and when they did, they still usually didn't talk to him. But you! Oh, Y/N, you were a miracle to him. When he saw you in the kitchen, his heart leaped. He remembered you from your meeting in the morning when he arrived. How sweet you were, how adorable. He was in love.

"Cardinal."

The old man turned around to see Sister Imperator standing behind him, arms crossed, a stern look on her face. "Eh... Seestor! Hi! Hello!" He smiled and gulped nervously. Sister couldn't get mad at him for not following the rules and not leaving his room after 8:00 because he was new. Yes, he thought. I will say that if she asks me.

But Sister had something else on her mind. "Cardinal, I see that you've made a new friend. Sister Y/N, is that right?"

There was a pause before Copia said quietly, "Si, Sister. That's right." He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes. It had always been a problem for him, ever since he was a child. He had a hard time concentrating and looking at people directly when he was nervous. "She's very nice. She isn't... like other people. She treats me well." Copia hesitated to say the next part. If he told her about having a conversation with you earlier, Sister would know about him ignoring the curfew. He decided to say it anyways.

"And... ehm... I talked to her earlier." He finished with a small bow. "Well, I need to get going. Goodnight, Sister." He walked away a little faster than normal, feeling her stares burning on his back. Copia needed some rest. The day had been a long and tiring day for him, especially because he lost more than thirty minutes of sleep, and he usually didn't get much sleep at all. He hoped tomorrow would be better. Tomorrow, he decided, he was going to sit with you at breakfast and show you some of his rats afterwards.

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𖤐To be continuted𖤐

#cardinal copia x reader #the band ghost #my writing #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x female reader #copia #cardinal copia x sibling of sin

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ravennaortiz · 2 months

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Came from this request.

Tag list: @hatersaremymotivators

Summary: Coco x OC Daniela( Dani) Reyes. 18+

Both Coco and Dani have been unlucky in life can they find healing and their second chances in each other? Or will outside forces tear them apart?

Word Count: 2.4+K

It was late as Daniela made her way home from the bar a couple blocks away. Her phone had died over an hour ago and she hadn't told anyone she would be going out. This was the shit her brothers were always on her case about and she always brushed them off. Now that she was positive she was being followed she wished she had listened more. Granted it was just her most recent ex and she doubted he would do anything but tendrils of fear still seeped into her movements.

As she turned the corner into an alley she glanced back only to come to a complete stop as she ran into something. More like someone as she felt arms steady her. "You okay?" inquired a tall, good looking, dark haired guy. "Umm, I'm sorry" she managed to get out as she laughed nervously. "Good thing you weren't driving a car or you would have flattened me" joked the man as he watched her glance back the way she came and nervously shift her weight.

Moving to look back to the street he saw a man waiting a few feet away. "That guy bothering you?" he inquired as he turned back to the girl. Daniela simply bit her lower lip wondering if she was trading one problem for another. This guy seemed nice enough but that was how she had always felt until they turned into monsters that her brothers had to handle. Daniela shut her eyes as she felt tears start to form as she simply nodded. "I'll take care of him. Stay here" stated the stranger as he stepped out of the alley.

"Do you have much farther to go?" inquired the stranger a few minutes later when he stepped back into the alley. "No, I live fairly close" Daniela replied. "I can walk with you the rest of the way if you want?" inquired the stranger as he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. "I don't want to interrupt your evening" murmured Daniela as she shook her head making the stranger laugh as he looked around at the dark, smelly alleyway they were standing in.

"Nah your good. I shouldn't even be here and I'm taking this as a sign to get going" replied the stranger as he looked her over. She was pretty and seemed sweet but her eyes had an edge to them that called to him. She nodded as she spoke. "Thanks. I know about listening to signs myself" she replied as she moved out of the alley with him alongside her. Not that she usually listened well to them she thought to herself as memories threatened to spill from behind the wall she had built.

"No problem" replied the stranger as they moved down the quite streets. "I'm Johnny by the way. Most people call me Coco though" offered the stranger as they walked. "Daniela but I prefer Dani" offered Dani with a soft smile as she glanced over at him. He was tall and dark haired with eyes that felt like they could see her soul.

The two walked in a comfortable silence until they got to her house. Coco hung back by her gate wanting to make sure she made it inside before he made his way off. As Dani opened the door she turned back to Coco. "Do you want to come in?".

Coco looked at her in shock at the question. "Umm....."running his hand through his hair not sure what to say.

***

3 months later

"Your looking healthy man" stated Gilly as he sat at his kitchen table across from Coco. "Work in progress. I'm doing this not just for me but for Letty and my girl. I need them and this is the only way." Coco replied as he smiled down as he thought of his daughter and Dani. The two of them were the bright spots in his dark life. "Going to meet her family tonight" added Coco with a nervous chuckle.

"That's good. I'm sure her family will love you" nodded Gilly as he grinned. "When do I get to meet this special lady? Would love to put a face to the woman who has my best friend strung out on love instead of drugs" laughed Gilly as Coco grinned. "Hell. I don't even know her name and I'm starting to thinks she's not real" continued Gilly as Coco flipped him off and rolled his eyes.

"She's real. I just don't wanna jinx it" muttered Coco as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through his photos. "Here" he replied sliding his phone across. Gilly took the phone laughing but froze the moment he saw the photo. "She's very pretty" he offered as he looked at the photo of the little sister of two of his brothers in the MC. "What's her name?" he inquired as he pushed the phone back. "Daniela but she goes by Dani" replied Coco oblivious o the war raging in Gillys head.

"I haven't exactly talked to her about the club yet, like she knows about them but I haven't gotten into that mess. Need to talk to Bishop first and even see if I can come back before i get to explaining all that" continued Coco as he looked up at his friend. "All you can do is ask man. I doubt he would decline but you gotta keep working hard" replied Gilly as he shrugged his shoulders.

Coco nodded as he finished his drink. "I think I'm going to head over that way. Wish me luck for tonight" he stated as he stood up and pulled on his jacket. Gilly stood and hugged him tightly. "Good luck. Can't wait to hear how it goes" Gilly replied making Coco laugh. "What are we teenage girls that gossip after a date?" joked Coco with a shake of his head.

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Dani was nervous as they finally parked in front of her fathers house. The last time she had been here had led to a blow up between her and her oldest brother. While she knew his intentions had been good, his words had still stung like a slap to the face. A sensation she had gotten used to thanks to the guys of her past. Her other brother had tried to referee the situation but it was to little to late. So for the last year she had kept her distance.

"I feel like I've been here before" murmured Coco as he took in Dani's fathers house as the two of them walked up the wooden steps. "Really?" Dani replied turning the knob to the door as she glanced back at Coco whose eyes were wide as he caught sight of her brothers motorcycles. "You okay Johnny?" Dani questioned as she let go of the knob and placed her palm on his cheek bringing his gaze back to her. "Umm yeah. I just... I just didn't know your pops was into motorcycles" Coco stammered slightly. He could feel a cold sweat starting to trickle down his back.

"Oh. Those are my brothers." Dani replied as she bit her lip. "Their good guys..... just protective" she added as she watched him look back at the motorcycles studying them. "Nice, we will have something in common" replied Coco turning to Dani with a smile. Gonna have a lot in common he thought to himself as Dani nodded before opening the door and pulling him in.

"Hi Papi" started Dani as the three men in the living room turned to the door before Angel cut her off. "The fuck are you doing here?" demanded Angel as he lunged out of his chair. "Pops asked" started Dani taken aback by his anger. "I'm not talking to you Daniela" Angel replied cutting her off again as EZ grabbed ahold of him.

"Chill" mumbled EZ as he held Angel in place as he observed their little sister who was near tears and Coco who looked like he wished the earth would open beneath his feet. "Angel and EZ Reyes are your brothers" chuckled Coco nervously as he ran his hands over his face. Fuck me he thought to himself. "Really wish you had mentioned that or told me they were in the Mayans MC too. So I could have saved us both a lot of trouble" he continued as he felt his heart crumble.

"Johnny" started Dani as she went to grab his hand as he turned to the door. "Its okay. You have dinner with your family" he murmured before walking out and closing the door quietly. Before Dani could react Angel breezed by her following after Coco as EZ sighed.

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"So your just going to run away? Fuck with my baby sister and leave her like trash?" yelled Angel as he caught up to Coco and shoved him. "I didn't know man." replied Coco as he put his hands up in defense not wanting to fight his friend. "Now you do. So stay the hell away from her or else" threatened Angel before turning back to the house.

"You really know how to pick them" stated Angel once he was inside the house. Rolling his eyes as EZ consoled their sister who was sobbing. "Wasting tears on a loser" he added as he grabbed his beer from the table and drank it. Ignoring the look EZ shot him.

"Johnny isn't a loser" snapped Dani as she turned her eyes on Angel. "Trust me on this. He was just using you to keep his bed war--" started Angel before his head snapped to the side. "Dani" scolded EZ as he grabbed her arm and positioned himself back between his siblings. "That's what I should have done the last time too" spat Dani as she shook EZ's hand off her as Angel rubbed his stinging cheek.

"You two, kitchen now" stated their father as he stood up from his chair pointing at Angel and EZ.

"Pops" started Angel once the men were in the kitchen. "Be quiet" snapped pops angrily. "I will not lose my daughter. Is that understood? I do not care what issues you have with that young man but for the last few months he is all she has gone on about. She is the happiest she has been since your mother passed." he ranted as he looked from Angel to EZ. "Fix it" he stated slamming his hands on the table making both men flinch.

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"So you think he loves her?" questioned Angel as he sipped on his beer watching Coco from across the clubhouse a few days later. "Yeah, you have no idea how caught up in her he is man. She's all he talked about. " nodded Gilly as he frowned looking at his friend with his face down on the table. Ez sighed as he joined Angel and Gilly. "Well Dani finally answered only to tell me to go fuck myself and she hopes you choke on a dick. Angel rubbed his face as he considered his next move.

Angel slammed his chair back and stalked over to where Coco was sitting with EZ hot on his heels unsure what his brother planned to do.

Coco didn't acknowledge either of them as he continued to scroll through his phone looking at photos of him and Dani. The ache he felt without her was worse than any day of withdrawal he had went through.

"Listen man. I'm sorry for being such an ass the other night. I was....a bit surprised" offered Angel as he took a seat across from Coco. Angel frowned when Coco didn't respond after a couple of minutes.

"Dani hasn't always made the best choices with guys and she's gotten seriously hurt in the past. We worry about her and with your...past its" started EZ trying to help Angel out.

"Don't talk to me like I don't know shit about her Boy Scout" snarled Coco as he sat up his eyes dark with anger. "She told me about all of that when I was telling her not to waste her time on a outlaw addict like me months ago. Neither of you would know that though because no one wants to give me a damn chance." he yelled drawing attention before slamming his chair back and storming out of the clubhouse.

***

Dani was stepping out of the shower when her phone dinged.

My Love: Can I swing by? Need to tell you something important.

Dani thought for a moment before replying and making her way to her living room to wait.

Coco took a moment to try and calm his nerves before he opened the door with the key Dani had given him. He was so thankful for her and he only hoped she would forgive him for the other night at her fathers house.

Dani stood up when she heard the key in the lock. She toyed with the string on her silk robe nervously as the door swung open and she watched Coco close and lock it behind him. "Dani, I just want to say I love you and...." Coco stopped speaking as his brain registered what he was seeing. Even though they had been dating for awhile they had yet to have sex and seeing Dani in just her robe had him swallowing hard as he struggled to concentrate.

Dani smiled at him before replying. "I love you too. I want to be with you. I want you always".

Coco nodded as he kept his eyes glued to hers as she spoke. He caught the twinkle of mischief in them right before she undid her robe and let it fall open. Coco couldn't help but let his eyes drift over every perfect inch of her bare flesh. Licking his lips at the thought of running his tongue and hands across it.

"Like what you see?" questioned Dani as she moved closer letting the robe slip off and puddle at her feet. Coco simply nodded before cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss. His hands roamed down her sides and onto her ass. "I'm so lucky your mine" he whispered into her ear.

***

Coco's phone going off the next morning woke both of them. "Sorry" he murmured into Danis back as he kissed her skin before reaching to grab it.

"Hello?" he grumbled as rubbed his face

"First congrats on you and Dani. Second your tires are flat per EZ. Third you have an appointment this afternoon with Angels fist" laughed Gilly into the phone as Angel and EZ grumbled in the background.

Coco laughed as Dani rolled over having heard the conversation. Gently she straddled him as she grabbed the phone.

"Hey Gilly. Tell my brothers to fix his bike and he's going to be busy for the next day or two" she stated firmly before ending the call and tossing the phone off the bed.

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hmshermitcraft · 10 months

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The tunnels.

They stretch on and on for miles under the earth, corridors upon corridors of frozen memories, lost in time.

Tango knows them like his own ten fingers. He has been stuck there for years. Ever since that research expedition gone wrong.

Pearl,Zedaph,Doc,Etho,Ren. All gone. He was the only one that survived.

He knows how to find food, how to avoid the dangers. He looks at the photograph he keeps in his pocket. A tear drop falls from his eye as he looks at himself in the picture. So happy,exited to do something in the name of good science. He misses the warm laughter of his friends. He misses the sun.

A noise snaps him out of it. His ears perk up, realising that the noise came from nearby. Then he looks down at his feet. There’s a footprint. It’s not a ravager’s or his own. It’s a bird’s. His breath gets caught in his throat.

“Hello?” A voice calls

Tango looks around, and finds that in one of the spaces under him there’s an avian. He’s blond, and his wings are a warm yellow, contrasting the cold blue ice.

“Hello!” Tango calls back, flinching at how rusty he sounds. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in so long. “Give me a moment!”

He jumps down, making the avian yelp. “It’s okay! I won’t hurt you” he said.

“You live here?” The avian asked

“Kinda” Tango chuckled sadly “I was from a research expedition. And it kind of went south”

“Oh.” The avian nodded “I just fell into the entrance by accident while looking for a lost cow and then it closed and now I’m stuck”

“I’m Tango, by the way”

“I’m Jimmy”

“Nice to meet you. Now let’s try to get us out of this hell”

—-

And so, they became friends. Tango taught Jimmy how to survive, everything he learned himself. Jimmy was thankfully a fast learner, and revealed that he was from a place called “Empiria”, and that he was the local so called sheriff, and that he had a sister, Lizzie.

Tango liked having company. After so many years, it felt so good.

He told Jimmy his story. He cried.Jimmy didn’t judge him. He just held Tango closer.

Then there was the feather. Jimmy said it was a tradition, but didn’t explain further. He just plucked out one of his feathers and tied it to a rope and gave it to Tango. Tango accepted the gift.

——

And they found an exit. It was a nether portal.

“I think you can find your way from here” Tango said “you go through the portal and fly as fast as you can”

“Aren’t you coming?” Jimmy’s voice trembled slightly

Tango paused. He looked into Jimmy’s chocolate brown eyes

“I don’t think the tunnels will let me go. I mean, look at me, I’m not myself anymore.” He pointed at his hair, blue with frost, and his now pale bluish purple eyes.

“I don’t care. I want you to be free as well.” There were now tears in Jimmy’s eyes.

Tango put a hand on Jimmy’s cheek, pulled him close.

It was a sad, sweet kiss.

“Go.” Tango whispered, now crying as well “Please.”

Jimmy hugged him one last time.

Then he went trough.

Tango just watched for a few seconds. Then, shrugging off his coat, jumped in as well.

The spirits watched them in silence, disappearing with relief, finally capable of moving on.

In that split second of emptiness in the space Jimmy once filled, Tango realised: 'what does he have to lose?' His friends are gone. He's hardly living down in the tunnels.

With Jimmy, he felt emotions he thought he'd never feel again. He was actually living, not just focused on his survival. Sure, it had been harder fending for the two of them instead of him alone, but it was worth the effort.

Why shouldn't be take this risk? He never used to be afraid of them before. (That's how he got into this mess after all.)

He doesn't feel the comforting blanket of spirits over his shoulders, protecting him from the tunnels as he leaves. He doesn't need to. He'll always carry them with him.

He should've known Jimmy wouldn't take his advice too. He's still standing before the portal, staring at it like he's mourning. He startles when Tango steps out. Then gasps. Then flings his arms around him in a hug.

Tango jokes they won't be able to travel as fast on Tango's stumpy legs. Jimmy hits him in the arm and pulls him even closer.

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ryverbind · 9 months

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Simon (Sal) Riley [14]

Fingers threading through my hair, gentle and soft, summons me back to life. Seconds ago, I was consumed by the deepest sleep I've had in weeks. Months, really. I mean I really slept good. I didn't have a single dream. It was just bliss.

I blink my eyes open and glance at Ash who's staring down at me with a grin that's holding back a series of laughs. Mirth dances in her jade eyes and I'm really curious as to why she looks like she's about to laugh at me.

I take a deep breath through my nose then sit up, closing my tired eyes while I do a long and well-deserved cat stretch. "What's wrong?" I murmur, my voice hoarse.

"Nothing," Ash whispers, standing to her full height. She's still in her pajamas, which consists of a pair of Hello Kitty sweatpants and a black sports bra. The epitome of comfy, basically. "You were snoring, for one. And I mean it sounded like you were choking on some really good dick. Sorry if I interrupted any kind of-- hehehehe-- dream, but I wanted to make sure you were alright." While she obviously couldn't help but giggle, she does seem a bit concerned.

I grimace. Was I really snoring? That hard?

"I'm fine," I rasp, shrugging while trying to keep my eyes open. "I wasn't even dreaming. Was just in a deep sleep." I smack my lips, swallowing thickly over the heavy cloud of exhaustion that hovers over me.

"Okay, hun," Ash says softly, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. She tucks it behind my ear then cups my chin in her dainty, cold hand. "You can go back to sleep. It's only nine in the morning. I'll be moving to the living room, so you can have the bed to yourself."

I shake my head. No way am I going to sleep my day away-- it's my last day in Las Vegas. I want to spend it with my friends. "No," I tell her, trying to perk up a bit. "It's my last day. I want to spend it with you guys. I just need some coffee, or something."

Ash giggles. "Whatever you want, sweetness." Then, she stands with a little sigh, stretching her arms out. "I'll send Larry to go downstairs and get us a few cups of coffee then."

"That sounds wonderful," I reply, yawning loud and proud. No matter how hard I try, I can't jump over this sleepy hurdle. I've gotten about six hours of sleep so I shouldn't be this tired.

Ash puts on some slippers and I secure my mask onto my face before we walk out. I stop by the bathroom to brush my teeth quickly, only to nearly choke on the toothpaste frothing in my mouth upon seeing the half open shower curtain.

I have to face Sal Fisher soon.

Oh, boy. I genuinely don't know how this is going to go. I want to act like nothing even happened-- that feels like the safest route. But if he acts awkward around me, then how am I supposed to work around that?

I rinse the toothpaste out of my mouth and stand there with my hands on my head for a moment, reeling over the situation I've put myself in. I don't regret any of it. Sal really did show me a good time and I slept good as fuck afterward. If I'm being completely honest, I'd do it again.

His touch was so addictive. I've never had such a visceral reaction like that in my life. Just a brush of his fingertips had my brain practically vibrating.

He's special, talented. That's for sure.

I'll figure something out, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there. For now, I'm in the clear because, as far as I know, Sal is still sleeping in his and Larry's shared room.

I finally decide to rid myself of the memories for now and walk back out into the living room.

Ash and Todd are sitting beside each other at the dining table, seemingly reviewing the rest of their work plans for this trip. I know that they didn't just come here to party, based on what Ash told me a few days ago. Apparently they had some things to do.

I walk up behind Ash and lean over the table, holding myself up with a hand on the back of her chair. "What's going on?" I ask, attempting to stop myself from yawning yet again after the last syllable falls from my lips.

Ash turns her head, her hair brushing the back of my fingers. She smiles gently at me, her eyes flitting across my undoubtedly sleepy face before looking forward again.

Todd glances up at my intrusion, giving me a nod and a smile. I return both, following up with, "Morning, Todd."

"We're trying to figure out which time is the correct time to go to a meeting later. It's just Todd and I going. Sal and Larry did theirs already. One email says that it's at 10:30am, the other says 11:30am," Ash informs me, voice slowing with confusion as she talks.

I tilt my head curiously. "Huh," I voice. "That's weird. Did the email say anything about a time change?"

"No, that's the most frustrating part," Todd answers, turning the laptop back to him. "And I emailed to ask for a correct time confirmation, but I haven't gotten anything back."

"That's awful," I admit, frowning at my two friends. I'm stressed for them. "I mean, I'd hate for you two to have to sit there and wait for the meeting, but it wouldn't hurt to go at the earliest time, you know, in case. Just a suggestion."

Todd sighs in response, pinching his lips together as his eyes glance back and forth across the screen in front of him. "Yea. If I don't hear back before 9:45, that's what we're going to have to do. It's just extremely frustrating. I like to be punctual and this is entirely unprofessional on their end."

A little amused smirk quirks my lips. Todd has so many admirable qualities. One of them is that he hardly ever gets mad-- so seeing him on the border of it is just a bit goofy to me. I'm witnessing the impossible. Either way, I really do feel bad about the time mix-up and he's right-- it is unprofessional.

"I get it. They need to be on top of their shit," I say matter-of-factly, moving over to the white couch that Sal and Larry were gaming on yesterday. I sprawl out on my stomach, stretching my legs out until they can't anymore. Damn, this feels nice.

Ash and Todd get back to talking, so I grab the TV remote and switch it on. Hopefully there's something good playing.

I scroll through channels, humming softly to myself when all I see are soaps. I really don't feel like sitting through The Young and the Restless.

Eventually, I settle on a rerun of Two and a Half Men (which isn't bad at all, I was excited to see it) and lay my head on my arms. It's hard to get into a comfy position with the mask, so at least my arms acting as a stand prevent my mask from pressing into my face.

But as I lay there, exhaustion lulls me into more sleep. I try to hold it off, and I will. I'm stronger than this. It won't hurt to shut my eyes for just a second though. Not at all.

Within what feels like mere seconds, I feel my legs being lifted then gently placed back down on top of someone else's thighs. It takes a moment for me to realize that I actually managed to betray myself and fall back asleep, but I don't even have the strength to open my eyes, so I let myself fall back into a deep sleep.

But again, it feels like hardly anytime has passed when I feel my phone vibrating beneath me followed by the piercing sound of a ringtone. It shocks me awake, much to my disappointment.

Without opening my eyes, I yank my phone out from under me and somehow manage to accept the call.

I slap the device to my ear and grumble out a raspy, "What do you want?" I couldn't care less about who it is.

"I don't see my screwdriver."

My eyes fly open and my heart seems to pause. I throw my upper body forward so I can get my face out of the sofa, using my arms to keep me upright as panic grips me in its ugly vices.

"Okay," I squeak out. "Wait, I can explain--"

"I told you what my conditions were," Nate replies, cutting me off. His deep, monotonous voice turns my blood to ice.

I whimper disappointedly, frowning at the empty dining table next to the kitchenette. "Nate, please," I say sadly, trying to make him feel bad. Anything to convince him to forgive me. "I'll have your screwdriver back tomorrow, it's a promise."

"It's too late. You told me I'd have it back..." he trails off thoughtfully, "Oh, yea. Yesterday." His reply is so snarky that I wince.

"Please don't take away my brownie privileges!" I say quickly, my voice high pitched as I scrunch my eyes shut. "I mean no harm, I swear. I just... decided to stay in Vegas longer."

"Your problem, not mine," he says nonchalantly, deep voice rumbling through the call. Fuck. No mercy, I guess. "No brownie's for a month. Oh, and your dad's the one who sold you out."

"Of course he sold me out," I hiss, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth while shaking my head. "Dammit dad," I murmur. "You're really taking the brownie's away?"

"Yes. Bring me my screwdriver and then we can talk about maybe lessening the punishment."

I groan, plopping my head onto the couch under me. "Wait. Nate--"

But he's hung up.

I sigh, shoving my face into fabric and letting my arm fall off the side of the couch. My phone slips from my hand and clatters to the floor. Well, that was a wake up call if I've ever heard one.

"Who the hell is Nate and why is he taking your brownies away?"

My head flies up again, eyes wide as I look behind me and see Larry sitting at the other end of the couch with my legs thrown on top of his. Ah, so that's who sat beneath me.

He has an Xbox controller in his hands, gaze focused on the TV in front of him. No shirt on, red sweatpants. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head. These men need to stop walking around shirtless. I'm going to combust if I'm subjected to this much hotness any longer.

I take a deep breath, keeping my eyes on his handsome profile. "Nate is my neighbor. He makes the best brownies I've ever had. Unfortunately, I won't have them for a while because I was supposed to return his screwdriver yesterday," I answer Larry's question, blinking the remnants of sleep away.

"Well that's just rude," Larry scoffs, eyebrows furrowing for just a moment. Then he places his controller down and looks to me, a grin forming on his pretty lips immediately. He puts a hand on my bare calf and squeezes gently. I'm going to evaporate. "I'll make brownies for you."

That makes me giggle lightly. "Thanks, Lar. Very appreciated."

It's time for me to get up. I didn't even mean to fall back asleep in the first place.

I sit up, grabbing my phone to glance at the time. 10:45am.

With an obnoxiously loud yawn, I pull my legs off of Larry who pouts. "I liked those there, you know," he grumbles.

"Sorry," I laugh. "I need to get up and eat something. It's almost lunch time."

"But you didn't have to move those gorgeous, silky legs, dude. Sal would have gotten up to grab you some food," Larry complains, frowning at me when I turn to look at him.

"No I wouldn't have." Sal's nonchalant and uncaring reply makes me flinch. Has he been here the entire time?

I swing my head to the side, noting his presence. Sal's laying on a chair, his legs hanging over the arm. And, for fuck's sake, he's also shirtless.

"Have any of you heard of shirts?" I breathe, unable to help myself as I turn back to Larry.

He throws a sexy smirk my way in response. "Shirts suck. They take the attention away from our hotness."

I pinch my lips together and roll my eyes to pull the attention away from my damn blush. Fuck this. I can't stand this bullshit.

"By the way, though," Larry says, turning back to whatever game he and Sally are playing. "I grabbed a chocolate croissant and a caramel macchiato for you when I went down for breakfast this morning. Ash told me your order."

I hope Ash gets her titties sucked. I'll do it for her if she can't find someone-- but she really deserves it.

"Thank you tons," I say happily, rolling off the couch and hissing at the cold tile flooring beneath my feet.

Just going to ignore Sal's presence in the room for as long as I possibly can. If I acknowledge him or the reminder of last night I'll probably have a panic attack.

Larry grunts, grabbing my wrist before I can even take a single step away from the couch. His warm fingers yank me toward him a bit, so I turn around and watch him with what I hope is a questioning look.

He tilts his head in a way that beckons me over, so I walk closer to him, wondering what on earth he stopped me for. I'm hungry.

Once he leads me to a stop directly in front of him, he releases me and scoots closer to the edge of the white sofa. His long, tanned legs cage me in and he looks up at me with lightly furrowed brows. I gulp, a wave of heat enveloping my face.

"Lean down," Larry whispers so seriously and softly that his voice goes raspy, eyes flitting across my face the entire time.

Oh, holy hell. "Wait, Lar," I say, moving to back away, but the serious expression on his face suddenly makes way for an eye roll.

"Just lean down, Vi. I'm not trying to pull you onto my lap or something. Just trying to fix your hair," then he raises one perfectly arched eyebrow and waits for me to move back to where I was.

I gulp. I'm not sure if I can handle that. Not only is Larry obnoxiously hot, but hair-fixing is a little too intimate to me. It may not be intimate to him, but even the thought makes little pink butterflies seep into my peripheral vision. I don't need confusion when I sat on top of Sally Face Fisher's dick last night.

But as I stand there and stare at Larry with wide, hesitant eyes, he seems to look a little wounded. So with a metaphorical knife pointed at my chest, a take a quick step toward him and lean down so that we're eye-level.

I don't have to lean much, and it thankfully appeases Larry. The hurt expression leaves his face immediately as he lifts his hands and runs them through my strands, shaking my hair out and untangling where he can.

My eyes are glued to his. They're such a dark, gorgeous brown. The sunlight hits them directly right now, making them just a bit brighter than they normally seem. Melted dark chocolate. Autumn leaves scattered on top of the Earth. Fresh soil. Clay molded to absolute perfection.

Larry sighs and pulls away from me with a content smile. I blink at him, my eyes still trapped in his pretty irises. How does this man not have a girlfriend?

Thankfully, I'm not fluttering into oblivion. I'm honored and blushing, but I don't love him any more or any less than I did before. That's good.

"Go ahead and get your brekky, Vi," Larry tells me, manspreading right in front of me as he picks up his Xbox controller to start playing with Sal again. Well, okay then.

I purse my lips to contain an amused grin and walk toward the little kitchenette thingy majigg that's going on in the suite. I mean it's really just a small cabinet with a mini fridge, microwave, and a sink with a couple plates, cups, and utensils. Then right next to it is a giant dining room table that's way too large and elaborate for the lack of normal kitchen-required things.

But yea, right on top of the behemoth table that could totally be Larry in furniture form is a little bag and a cup of coffee.

I pop the top off the cup then mix my macchiato with the straw, lazily looking around the room that's contributed to Larry and Sally's The Hangover lifestyle. It's nowhere near as large or gorgeous as the suite from the movie. It's lacking the Grecian architecture, lavish furniture, statues, and fun floors. It's way too fucking white, a bit plain for my taste, but it's still beautiful in its own way.

White fabric furniture and walls, birch tables, marble cabinets and flooring. The only real intricate part to this room is the carvings on the ceiling-- and even that isn't extensive. Maybe I'm just too dark to truly admire this setting, I'm not sure. I have a love/hate relationship with it right now.

I take a sip of my heavenly coffee and break my croissant in half. It's the largest I've ever seen and chocolatey as all hell. I can already tell I'm going to love it.

But I also have some matters to tend to. And I hate that I have to handle anything at all right now, but the truth is that I owe Sal something. He apologized to me in his own way and made me cum twice, the least I can do is give him a bit of closure right?

I open up my phone and pull up the unknown number that I don't have the balls to save. I think about my message-- I just want to let him down easy, keep him away from Lexi. Make him hate her or something, I don't know. Just something to make him not pursue her anymore.

Me: hey sally! sorry for the late reply but i'm really in kind of a weird spot in life right now... i owe it to you to at least give you a reason why i haven't replied. i shouldn't get into any relationships for my health and honestly yours too. i'm sorry to let you down, but it's the best i can do for both of us :(

I feel borderline terrified as I reread the message over and over again. This will probably crush him and I'm going to feel terrible. But I just... I need him off my back, especially since he's going crazy with VioletViolence right now. Actually, I'm really not sure what any of this means. He texted Lexi and we did a lot last night-- maybe he's a fuckboy.

With that thought in mind, I send the text and wait.

With half my breakfast in one hand and the cold cup of coffee in my other, I finally and anxiously return my attention to the boys occupying the rest of this large suite with me. Sal's still perched on the love seat like he hasn't a care in the world. Meanwhile, Larry's got a mean glare on his face as he aims his controller at Sal.

"Hey, fuckhead," Larry grinds out, leaning his arm back.

I puff out my cheeks as I watch Sal turn to acknowledge the other man in the room. The second his prosthetic comes into view, Larry launches the controller at him.

I hold my breath, my entire body going stiff as the entire scene plays out in slow motion. My eyes widen just as Sal's head rears back to avoid impending doom.

Oh, fuck. It's going to hit him in the face. His fake face is about to get pummeled and for once I actually feel bad. Maybe I feel bad because I know my text might crack his tiny little heart.

I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and cower a bit. He's going to be pissed for the rest of the day and we all know I'm constantly on the receiving end of his bad moods.

But just as the controller is inches away from his face, Sal's hand slaps the plastic, altering its trajectory entirely.

The entire room is still while Sally shakes his hand out, no doubt feeling some pain from it. The controller has clattered to the floor and Larry's groaning at his miss. And I can't understand why he threw the controller to begin with.

Why am I colluding with the enemy?

My brows furrow and I wait. No more thinking about who was wrong or right.

"Do you feel better now?" Sal asks condescendingly. "Do you ever feel better after chucking a hunk of plastic at me?"

"No and I'm starting think I never will," Larry grumbles, folding his arms over his chest. "You effectively block it every time. What are you? A cyborg?"

"Wouldn't that be nice," Sal mutters tastelessly before turning back to the TV. "Least I'd have a face."

Ooookay, this is getting a little... too deep.

Sal looks down at his phone and suddenly scrambled to grab it, knocking his own controller to the floor. I feel my heart skip a beat as his eyes flit across the screen, and then his fingers fly across the keyboard.

I'm shocked for a second, he had almost no reaction other than urgency. No sad expression, no pause. What?

My phone vibrates in my hand but I wait a couple seconds to look down at it. I don't need Sal sniffing me out already just because I checked my phone at the wrong time.

When I feel that I've waited long enough, I lift my phone to my face again.

Unknown: yea, no. that's perfectly fine, lexi i was actually going to say the same thing. I just feel bad for insinuating that i wanted a relationship a couple weeks ago just for me to text you now and say that i've changed my mind. i feel a lot better knowing that you feel the same way though. would you still want to be friends?

Well, this outcome is much better than I expected it would be. And maybe he's not going to go fuck a bunch of other girls while he and I have this going on. I mean he obviously is interested in Lexi, but still decided not to pursue anything with her. Is it because he and I are...

But now I have to slowly distance myself from him as Lexi because I'm way too fucking nice to just outright say, "No, fuck you, I don't want to be your friend." even though he would absolutely say that to me...

With a quiet sigh, I type out a message.

Me: sure! :) glad we're on the same page!

It feels so odd to be nice to him, and for him to be nice to me. Honestly, that text message he sent is one of the few nice things he's done and/or said to me. Like, one of five instances, I think.

But I'm going to block it all out for now. I got the big worry out of the way.

I take quick steps over to the couch that Larry's sitting on again, smiling awkwardly at him. "Hey," I say, hopefully distracting both boys from whatever's going on between them and pulling myself away from the text conversation I just had with Sal.

I'm not sure if what I witnessed between Sal and Larry is typical step-brother behavior or if they have some kind of feud that hasn't been directly acknowledged. Either way, it's hard to be a spectator. "The croissant is really good. Wanna try?"

Larry raises a perfectly arched, amused eyebrow at me, lips pulling into a little smirk. "Yes I do wanna try, thank you, ma'am," he chuckles, leaning forward and pulling off a piece of the pastry. He pops it into his mouth then stands up with a satisfied little groan-- knees cracking and all-- then starts walking toward Sal.

A little flash of anxiety pulses within me as I turn to watch the two. Are they actually going to keep this up?

"By the way, Vi," Larry says, his voice a bit monotone. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt Sally. Sorry if that left you freaked, but it's been a little thing of ours-- as crazy as it may seem." He takes the controller from Sal's outstretched hand. "This dude can block anything that comes his way. You'd be shocked."

My eye twitches. A little thing of theirs? Is the little thing to give everyone around them a fucking heart attack?

"Anyway," Larry continues, ruffling Sally's hair. The bluenette grunts frustratedly in response, kicking his dumpling sock-clad foot into Larry's knee. Lord Metal Head himself cackles wildly as he stumbles over to me. "Take my spot, I'm gonna force Mr. Angy to practice since he can't seem to do it himself today." Larry's voice turns into a sarcastically taunting baby voice as he hands me the controller.

I watch my friend with wide eyes. Surely he must know that Sal is going to either metaphorically or physically kick his ass. But Larry simply sends me a sly wink and waits for his brother's response.

"I hope you choke on that fucking croissant, cunt," comes Sal's timely response, aggressive and filled with malice as per usual.

Larry snickers, nudging me with his elbow. He wiggles his eyebrows at me as if to say 'watch this.' And while I'm terrified to watch, I'm also very intrigued.

"It's moist, I think I'll be fine. Ever had anything moist before, Salamander?" Larry asks, shit-eating grin plastered on his face despite his faux-innocent tone.

It's official, Larry is literally insane. I've always suspected it, but he's genuinely a shit stirrer. I don't now if that's fun or damning.

"Had something moist last night," Sal murmurs.

I curl in on myself like a fucking dead spider. Ever seen the first season of American Horror Story? I'm Violet's dead body.

Did he have to say that? How the fuck is he going to play that off because if he's expecting me to get into defense mode, he's never been more wrong. Such a damn idiot. He's obviously trying to spook me, but he's going to get us caught in the process.

"You know," I start, scooting into their tense conversation. "Speaking of moist, I had a wild dream last night." I'm hoping this distracts them enough to the point that Larry drops the subject. I really can't do this today.

But Larry whirls on me, an animalistic type of excitement on his face. He sends me a terrifyingly pretty smile, eyes widening significantly. "Oh? Did you?" He asks, intrigued. "You know, Sal has some pretty interesting dreams too. You'd be shocked."

My own eyes widen, but this time it's in a good way. Larry's reminded me of the conversation I heard last night while hiding in the tub... and the way Sal's head snaps towards us shows me that he knows he's in for deep shit.

I've been wanting to quiz his ass about this ever since I heard Larry bring up Sal's supposed wet dreams about me. Key letter: S.

I smile at Larry, tilting my head as a rush of exhilaration runs through me. Sal watches us, sitting up quickly once he realizes the exchange isn't going to die off. "That's interesting," I chirp, turning my attention to Sally who looks like he might flip his shit in a moment here. "Why don't you tell us about those dreams? Are they fun? Are they moist? Because wet dreams are fun. Ever had one of those? I can't imagine you wouldn't." I turn back to Larry, unable to keep the maniacal grin from enveloping my face. "Does he have wet dreams?" I whisper loudly, leaning a bit closer to the giant man.

Larry's jaw drops in psychotic delight. "How'd you know!?" He bellows, voice caught between a holler and a giggle.

"Why am I the target today? Can you two fuck off?" Sal grounds out from behind clenched teeth. I turn to watch him just as he stands up, taking a slightly intimidating step toward us with his arms crossed over his chest.

My eyes follow his that are aimed at Larry. It's sad to say, but even with Sal's smaller stature, his presence is still just as overwhelming and intimidating as Larry's. I guess it doesn't really help that both men are taller than me. I'm just unlucky.

Sal's gaze cuts to me and when our eyes meet, his narrow in silent warning. I throw my hands up in surrender-- not that I mean it in any way. He had this coming and I'm really relishing in the karma of it all.

"Fucking diabolical dicks," Sal seethes, sending Larry another look before he pushes past us.

I shrug at Larry, looking to Sal who trudges off to his room. "That's what she said!" I yell, which ultimately causes Larry to let out a resounding guffaw.

One of the best parts about whatever's going on in this group we have is that I get to connect with Larry and piss off the one man who's ever managed to make me feel like I'll commit mass homicide. I know he heard what I said, but he's so wounded right now that he ignored it. That's another point in my book, thank you very much.

I leave Larry as close to a sobbing mess as he can possibly get, giggling as I walk over to his previous spot on the couch. I flop onto the plush fabric and take a quick sip of my macchiato then start a new game of Dead By Daylight. I'm going in solo-- I'm in the mood to kill.

And unfortunately, Sal resurfaces in the dining room mere moments later which makes me turn to look at him despite my brain yelling for me not to. He's bearing that gorgeous, shiny, blood red guitar that makes me take pause. That same guitar in the picture that Larry was shitty enough to send in Discord.

Sal is the epitome of aggression and frustration right now. The strap is around his neck-- one hand is wrapped around the middle of the neck of the guitar while the other hangs over the body. He taps the red coat with his black nails-- an action that's probably the only thing preventing him from blowing up.

And he still doesn't have a fucking shirt on. I feel like I'm watching that photo in real time.

Now that he's standing up and I can see all of him, I get a good glimpse of that tattoo peeking out of the waistband of his sweatpants. I still don't know what it is, but it's hot regardless. He has tattoos on his arms and neck, but other than that he's bare-- I think. After all, I haven't seen his legs yet and based on the tattoo hiding on his hip, maybe there's more.

When I look back to his face, his striking blue eyes meet mine rather suddenly. They only seem to hold even more aggravation than they did a couple seconds ago. My guess is that he's pretty salty over the way I brought up his wet dreams about me. But, hey, I'm flattered! Really, I am. But the memory alone makes a grin work its way onto my face and I have no doubt that he can feel how smug I am from across the room.

With a click of my tongue, I snap my head back to the TV screen and hope that I can fight the urge to ogle his hotness.

"Awe, I'm so proud of you for listening, little guy," Larry coos. I snort almost immediately, only taking a second to wonder if I heard him right. Larry knows every little pet peeve of Sal's and that's blindingly clear now that I've been around both men long enough.

"Shut the fuck up," Sal hisses out, "Do you want me to practice or not? I was going to wait until we got back to Nockfell and I'm close as hell to reverting back to that plan." Poor guy, he's not pleased.

I don't feel bad, by the way.

"I'm sorry, kitten," Larry's voice is extra pouty and I really need to know how he's keeping it together right now. I'm about to burst at the seams-- I can't even get a single kill on DBD right now. "Lord Lar didn't mean to upset you."

"Now it's really just fucking weird," Sal grumbles, taking a few steps toward the chair he was perched on when I woke up earlier. A quick glance in his direction shows me tense shoulders and clenched, veiny hands as he plops onto the furniture. "Save your BDSM talk for someone else, that shit's disgusting."

Okay, so, sure. It's disgusting in the sense that they're step-brothers-- but what a fucking hypocrite. Like Sal wasn't handling me in a similar way last night.

"Weird would be actual BDSM talk, dude," Larry says, voice turning into something more thoughtful. "What, do you want me call you a dirty little slut? That's when things take a funny turn."

I don't even bother to pause my game. My head turns to Larry so quickly that I'm a little worried I may have given myself whiplash. My eyes are wide to the point that it hurts. I can't not give the man a look though. Did he really just say that?

"Dude..." Sal whispers. I can't see him, his head is turned to Larry so I'm only able to see the back of his head, but the desperate concern in his voice is enough for my jaw to drop.

Larry, on the other hand, grins satisfactorily. "Too far?" he asks, narrowing his eyes curiously. He's proud of himself for that one.

I blink at the situation, but ultimately decide it's probably time for me to return to my game and pretend I never witnessed that interaction. Just the thought gives me giggly shivers.

But just as I'm going to turn my head back to the television, Larry averts his gaze to me. He tilts his head, grin spreading. "Vi, are you blushing?" he says teasingly.

I flinch backwards. What? No, I can't be. "How would that even be possible? You can't see my cheeks," I remind him.

"But I can see your ears and your neck," he informs me, taking a couple steps toward the couch I'm on. "So why don't you tell me what the fuck kind of freaky shit you're into."

Hell no. "Sorry, I don't know what you mean. I'm killing people," I grumble, trying to focus on my game yet again. It feels like I've been more focused on focus rather than actually playing. Not only that, I'm fighting for my life right now. Larry is about to scratch the surface of a little secret. A secret I would prefer to stay a secret.

"Oh, no." Larry takes quick steps toward me and Sally starts snickering as the giant man grows closer in my peripheral vision. I'm so going to get back at Sal for this later. "I was just fucking with Sal but now it's getting personal."

"I refuse to speak," I tell him shortly, growing distracted by the poor soul I'm chasing in my game.

"Awe," Larry says, not a single amount of remorse in his deep voice. "Sucks to suck."

The loudest and most obnoxious guffaw I've ever heard echoes through the room. I don't have to look, but Larry throws his head over his shoulder to look at Sal. The bastard is giggling on his chair, running his fingers along the strings of his guitar.

He must consider this to be good payback for the way Larry and I ganged up on him earlier. He's getting a good little ha-ha out of Larry's regurgitation of the same words Sal and I exchanged last night. And really, I know I can't blame Sally. I deserved this. But fuck does it make me angry, and most of all, I'm really fucking embarrassed. If Larry looks at me again, he's going to really start wondering why I'm so red.

"I didn't think it was that funny," Larry mumbles to himself, watching Sal as he quickly tunes his guitar then starts running through a few chords.

Sally simply shakes his head at Larry's words, choosing to ignore him as his chuckling dies down. He repositions his hands on the neck and body of his guitar, probably getting ready to play something.

I bite into my bottom lip and hang someone up in-game, effectively killing them within the next few seconds. It's my first kill of the game, but I'm not even excited about it. I'm more worried about the shirtless men using me as a metaphorical punching bag right now.

I feel cornered and I don't like it much. I didn't think too hard about getting into this situationship with Sal, but I should have. I really should've thought about why I should stay away from him-- I'm hiding from my friends and suffering from embarrassment that no one understands. Is this even really worth it?

My conscious was flooded with possibilities at the time, I had no regard for the consequences. And here I am, caught between a rock (Larry's teasing) and a hard place (Sal who is a walking red flag).

Larry's still watching Sal. He hasn't returned to heckling me about why I was supposedly blushing-- I still think he's lying about that-- but he's watching the guitar closely.

"I'm gonna try 'Carrion' again," Sal murmurs quietly, glancing up at Larry.

Larry nods in response, all seriousness as he says, "Alright. I'll stop you if you hit a wrong note."

"No," Sally cuts him off with a short shake of his head. "Don't stop me, I'll know. I can't learn if I can't catch it myself."

Good point.

I mindlessly continue my game, failing to catch and kill players even if I am genuinely trying. I'm more focused on Sal's gorgeous introduction to 'Carrion' by Parkway Drive. It's good, it's perfect, and it takes every little nerve and all the pride I have to not watch him play. Because I know he looks good. I know he's playing that guitar so professionally that it just looks incredibly hot. I've never seen him play, and I don't want to. I think I'd spontaneously combust almost instantly.

There's a kind of euphoric bliss that I get from hearing really good music. It's a type of stagnant and continual happiness that I've only felt either while listening to or making music. I feel it now, listening to Sal makes goosebumps rise on every inch of my skin. There's a hum that passes through my body, a vibration of sorts. It's not happiness or excitement, just contentment. It's beautiful.

The one thing I've always regretted about having to move to the little apartment that dad and I are in now is that I can't practice music anymore. The drum set I used during my time in band in high school followed me around for a while, but I had to pack it up for good last year. I haven't felt the cathartic release that comes with creating unique sounds in months. I miss it so incredibly much. I can't play guitar, but I'd steal that instrument from Sal just to feel that relief again.

As I'm reminiscing, I unfortunately lose my game and also unfortunately, Sal hasn't finished his song.

My eyes nearly water while I try to fight off the painful urge to steal just one glance. There's an unignorable weight on my chest that will only be relieved if I get just a little glimpse of him. A yearning in my soul that won't be appeased until I watch him.

Refrain, refrain, refrain.

But my eyes go to him either way. His fingers move so quickly, expertly along the neck of the guitar, his other hand copying the movements on the body. The red coat on the instrument glistens in the sunlight, casting a pink glow on his pale, bare chest. HIs eyes move quickly to keep up with the notes he's playing.

I suddenly feel like I can't breathe. There's so much happening in my mind that I can't get a good breath of air in and part of me doesn't want to. I just want to sit here and watch him play forever. To watch his intense focus, his fingers, the way he moves his entire body with each note he plays.

This type of feeling is unhealthy-- for me, at least. There's a fluttering in my chest that doesn't work well with whatever's going on between us. Of course, I'm interested in finding pleasure in Sal, but I don't want a relationship. He's the shittiest person I've ever met. I absolutely refuse to get butterflies over someone who called me a slut yesterday... no, it doesn't matter if I enjoyed being called that.

As I'm watching, his electric blue gaze slides up to meet mine and I feel my heart stutter. The light catches the bright color of his eyes so well, captures the hue and imbeds it into my memory forever. I feel caught, stuck. The exchange was so short that I'm not even sure if it was real, but that cerulean color will never leave my mind. It had to have happened.

He's getting to the end of song, mainly just replaying the same few notes since the song kind of just fades out, but there's a slam on the front door that causes him to play a wrong note. His soul nearly leaves his body too if the sudden flinch tells me anything-- but he stops, glaring at the door.

Not going to lie, it scared the crap out of me too. Sal can be mad about not finishing his song, but I'm more worried about dying within the next second.

The sound had to have been a boot against the thick wood keeping us safe in this room. The door has the equivalent to fucking four-factor authentication but that doesn't matter if someone has an ax or some shit right?

The bang comes again, this time with three more to follow. I flinch into the back of the sofa, watching the door with furrowed brows and a pounding heart.

None of us say a word. We just watch and wait as silence ensues yet again.

I glance at Larry, he glances at me. Larry glances at Sal, Sal glances back. I glance at Sal, regret it when he glances back at me.

The silence is so loud that I can hear my rapid heartbeat. At some point, I start to wonder if it's mine or someone else freaking out just as hard as I am. There's just so much quiet that the little voice in my head sounds like a whisper beside me-- and that only fuels the panic, truth be told.

I let out a little yelp when I hear, "Can you dumb motherfucker's get the door? Please?"

It's Ash. Ash was the one banging on our front door like the fucking police.

I can't help but sigh in relief and start walking over to the front door with quick steps. All that worry for nothing. I undo the locks and then throw said door open, glancing up at a disgruntled looking Ash and an agitated Todd.

Thankfully, Ash's expression changes when she sees me. She brightens up a bit and smiles, grabs the sides of my mask, and plants a quick kiss onto the plastic protecting my forehead. "Hey there, lovebug," she says cheekily. It feels like all the anxiety and embarrassment I felt just a couple minutes ago washes away. With just a simple touch-- it's all gone.

"I wish I got that kind of greeting from everyone," I tell her, smiling back as a little giggle falls from my lips.

"I bet," Ash says, scrunching her nose up cutely. She's adorable. "You're just my exception. Ask the boys-- I'm a bitch!"

Ash looks past me, scooting over a bit to let Todd in. Her face instantly turns to stone, so I follow her and notice the way Larry instantly changes his stance. He goes from calm and collected to on guard, wary, and with the most hilarious horrified look on his face. "What?" he asks, voice monotonous like he's expecting the worst. "I swear I was gonna get the door."

I hear Ash sigh, so I look over and catch the way she rolls her eyes tiredly. "It's no one's fault," she says. "It's just that Todd and I couldn't shoot down this offer. You all need to go get dressed. Now. Vi included because we aren't just going to leave her here on her last day in Vegas."

I'm shocked when Sal only narrows his eyes at Ash's command. I expected him to fight tooth and nail to keep me cooped up here while they go do whatever it is they need to do, but he stays quiet.

"What's changed?" Larry asks, relaxing his posture now that he knows he isn't in trouble. He does have a serious expression though-- eyebrows bunched together and a little frown pulling at his full lips.

"You guys won't believe it." Ash takes a big breath then puffs out her cheeks as she lets it go. "Just put your shirts on," She pauses, her mouth suddenly dropping open. "Actually, why are you two shirtless while we have a guest in the house?" There's a little bite in her tone that has Larry immediately turning on his heel.

A guilty grin forms on my lips when Larry disappears into his room without a word. He really is terrified of Ash, and I mean I would be too. She's nearly his size in height and has already thrown me around like a rag doll on multiple occasions. She could totally bring Larry down.

Sal's eyes are still on Ash. There's a look in his blue irises that spells out concern and intrigue, but it all mixes up to create a scary little glare.

His gaze meets mine without warning and I choke on my own spit-- joy. I try to hold in a cough, tears springing to my eyes as Sal's brows furrow just a bit more. He examines me, pretty eyes flitting across my face quickly before he turns around and walks off to join Larry.

The way he looks at me, that angry and predatory look in his eyes, makes my body warm. I can't quite explain it. He communicates so much without words, but then again, I can never get a good read on him either. It's like the only emotions he can express are negativity or desire. No in-between-- I've never seen a happy face on him.

Well, there was that time when he was talking with his fans. Other than that though, he's only been the equivalent to a really hot gripe. And that doesn't even make sense.

I huff out a breath, trying to recover from the buzzing in my brain thanks to mere eye contact with Sally. It's a little pathetic at this point. The only thing holding me back is the intense disdain I feel for him. Maybe it's the same for him, too.

The group of us get dressed quickly. Ash pushes us to move quickly, so I end up in her Dark Autumn Complex shirt that she wore to the concert yesterday and pair it with the last clean skirt I have. I have limited options.

I throw on my Vans just as everyone's beginning to walk out of the door. I hop toward the entryway, yanking on my last shoe and trying to tie it with each step I take.

I pass Sally with a little grunt as I finish tying my laces. He shuts the door behind me and murmurs, "You're just a walking piece of caution tape, aren't you?"

My teeth clinch. I still have so much against him right now for earlier. And what's worse is that I seem to be a constant target for him. I don't understand why, but he isn't going to get lucky by being a prick all the time. "Says the jogging-- no, running-- actually, flying red flag," I grit out, throwing him a look as he walks up next to me.

There's a nasty, disapproving glare in his eyes that only fuels the argumentative fire in my soul. "And you think you aren't a red flag?" he asks. "You call yourself an anarchist."

"And I wasn't fucking lying," I inform him confidently, finally standing up straight once I'm comfortable with the way my shoes are tied. He gets me heated so quickly. At least his attempts to make me upset or turn me on are effective-- the process is good for him but, fuck, it only manages to piss me off.

A flat look develops in his eyes, one that calls me a dumbass without words. I match that gaze with a little sneer, but he only tilts his head. "Oh, really?" he says, voice intrigued in the way a professor finds it funny when their student thinks they know more than their instructor does. It's a 'try me' type of intrigued. "Anarchy's going to kick your ass."

"It hasn't yet, so I'll stick to it," I tell him, prepared to walk past him and move to the front of the group with Todd. I know he has it out for me right now, courtesy of my teasing earlier, so I want to stay as far away from him as I possibly can.

Sal has other plans, as always.

I take one more step forward only to be met by a pair of Doc Martens meeting my leg really aggressively-- kind of like he was attempting to sweep me off my feet, but definitely not in a romantic way. A yelp is ripped from my larynx as I stumble forward, tripping over Sal's boot again with my other foot.

I somehow manage to catch myself before I fall, holding my hands out for balance while I try to come to terms with the fact that Sal actually just tripped me out of spite.

He thinks he has so much audacity, doesn't he? I may have deserved a good verbal battle, but this shrimp dicked fuck nugget actually tripped me without an ounce of concern for my wellbeing.

He's beauty, he's grace, and apparently he'll kick you in the shin when he doesn't get his fucking way. Little bitch. Can't belive I was worried about crushing on him earlier.

Sal walks up beside me just as I'm beginning to recover. He leans down, his azure hair brushing against the top of my head. I feel a spike of pure, unadulterated anger grip my soul and I genuinely have to hold myself back from punching him into the backrooms. "Another one bites the dust," he whispers in that raspy voice of his. "Sucks that my little foot fucked up your path, right? Anarchy's going to get you in much worse predicaments." He stands to his full height and I look up at him, trying to communicate just how much malice I'm feeling through my gaze. He only meets my eyes with amused cerulean irises.

"If you were so worried about my life choices," I hiss, "You wouldn't have tripped me."

"Your mistake is thinking that I'm worried about you in general." Sal shrugs and passes me up. We're piling into the elevator now. "Only giving you an unfriendly word of advice. Stop fucking with me."

"Is that a threat?" I ask, knowing he won't answer me because he probably didn't even hear me in the first place. That, or he's going to ignore me regardless. His last statement was comprised of parting words.

Fucking dick.

Why did I decide it was a good idea to get into this situation with him? He's such an asshole and such a waste of my time, but he's good at what he does. That's the most I can give him, but I can't even remember how good he was to me last night-- I'm that pissed off. Leave it to him to cloud my judgement and my memories all at the same time.

We travel through the lobby and catch a taxi in the parking lot. Everyone was silent the entire way through Caesar's Palace, except for Larry who was bothering Ash with questions. I don't blame him, I've been curious about what's going on too.

"Okay," Ash huffs as we settle into the back of a taxi that's really just a suburban that could fit a family of eight. It's like a fancy, black, soccer mom van. "We have a couple minutes to talk about this now. But basically, we're heading to The Venetian--" Oh, hell yea. Dad wanted me to go there. "--for a photoshoot."

Larry groans, rolling his eyes. Sal doesn't have a reaction.

"Another one?" Larry asks, exasperated. "I hated the first one, why a second?"

"Wait," I cut in, my mind blazing with surprise. "You guys have done a photoshoot before?"

"We went to one earlier this week. It was just something for a magazine," Todd tells me, blinking his inky eyes at me, face emotionless. He has that little curl falling onto his forehead again while the rest of his hair is set perfectly into place on the sides and back of his head. How does he get it so perfect? "This is different though. This isn't for a magazine."

"What is it then?" Sal speaks up, seemingly tired of the way everyone's beating around the bush.

Ash pinches her lips together, a little flash of nervousness flitting across her features. "Don't freak out," she starts with, holding a hand out in a stop motion. "But, Treyarch wants us. Something about promoting Modern Warfare III."

Oh. My friends are about to model for Call of Duty.

I think that fact has to sit on all of us for a minute because both Sal and Larry are completely silent. Totally still. It feels impossible. This is probably the biggest thing to happen to The Faces since they first started streaming. This is exciting-- it's unbelievable. And it's all happening rather suddenly. Ash, Todd, Larry, and Sally must be incredibly surprised right now.

I'm starting to think that the rest of our little three minute drive is going to be spent in shocked silence, but Larry and Sal turn to each other just as we're pulling into the parking lot at The Venetian and they start yelling. All ecstatic and exhilarated for this opportunity. I can't tell what they're telling each other-- I don't even think they know what they're telling each other. But it's kind of adorable to see them so excited. Their words are incoherent and rushed, but they're gripping each other's hands and bouncing around in their seats like children who were just told they were going to Disney World.

Picture two men, both of which have at least decently defined or completely ripped muscles with tattoos covering every inch of their skin. Now put classic, long, emo hair and dark clothes on top of that. Finally, complete the image with a side by side of the men and puppies being presented with bacon. That's exactly what's happening right now.

I look over at Ash and she smiles softly at me, a sweet look in her eyes-- admiration. "They've been waiting for this for years," she says quietly. "They became friends because of metal and Call of Duty. Getting to work with the company is, like, the ultimate accomplishment right now."

My attention returns to the boys again. They're both squished in beside Todd who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than here, but he doesn't interrupt Sal and Larry's excited banter.

Soon, we're all piling out of the taxi and fighting our way through The Venetian which is as beautiful as it is absolutely packed to the brim. It's gorgeous with all kinds of art and statues, but there are way too many people for my taste. We're hardly even able to get to the reception desk.

Ash takes the reins and talks to everyone for us, all up until we're escorted to some room that's hidden away from the main part of the building. When we walk in, it's a basic, dark cement room that's filled with a ton of photography equipment-- cameras, backgrounds, lights. The works.

I feel like I'm floating when a photographer drops a handful of clothes into everyone's hands-- except for me-- and sends them into another room to change. I nearly salivate upon realizing that The Faces are going to walk back out here in full tactical gear. Yummy, yummy. I'm getting fed well today.

I can't help but bounce on my toes while I wait for my friends to come back. I spend the few minutes of loneliness watching the photographers move things around and set up specific scenes. I couldn't explain how much is going on even if I wanted to, but it's a lot for sure.

But as I'm starting to get a little anxious, Ash and Todd walk back into the room.

Ash is in camo cargo pants and a black turtle neck with a black armor plate over her chest. It shows off all her curves and expresses her femininity in a way that makes metaphorical drool drip from my mouth. There are straps around her thighs, one that holds a knife and another that holds a fake hand gun. She looks really good. And Todd is in almost the same getup, but with a camo jacket hanging over his shoulders and a little hat on top of his head. It's clear that the photographers are going for a Captain Price look for Todd. The issue is that he's absolutely not having it.

"The hat stays off," he tells a photographer who walks over to adjust the belt at his hips. There's a little frown on his lips that says he's less than pleased. I'm used to expressionless and unfeeling Todd, not actually upset Todd. The idea makes me grimace.

The door to the next room opens again and I look over, noting Larry who walks out with the biggest grin I've ever seen.

He's also wearing camo cargo pants, but he has a black cargo jacket to go with it. All the clothing skin tight on him, accentuating all of his unearthly muscles. Still can't believe Larry's jacked to hell. Anyway, he's wearing a tan armor plate with a bunch of ammo and other gear planted around it. I don't want to call that cargo too, but let's be honest. Then there's knee pads and elbow pads. To put it simply, he's decked out and he looks damn good.

I shake my head at Larry, unable to take my eyes off of him as he skips over to us.

"Dude," he says, looking at Ash and Todd. he puts a hand on my shoulder and jiggles me around in excitement. The action makes me laugh, he just can't contain himself. "Sal fucking looks like Ghost. I can't stress it enough."

"You do know they've got you dressed up like König, right?" Todd asks nonchalantly, folding his hands over his chest.

Larry grins, doing a little dance before he answers. "Damn right they do," he says, twirling a strand of his hair between his fingers. "They know I'm hot. I'm hot, right, Vi?" Larry turns to me with that ever-present grin of his.

"Yes, Larry," I say happily, smiling brightly at my dear friend. "You're hot."

"Fuck yes," Larry yells, fist bumping the air, wrapping his free arm around my shoulders. "The one and only VioletViolence approves of my look."

Heads suddenly start turning to address the commotion and I sink in on myself just a bit. I don't like having attention-- unless it's from The Faces, I guess.

I'm a little nervous when a photographer walks up to us again because her eyes on me. And she has a pile of clothes in her hand. My heart starts to race and my palms grow clammy. I don't want to get my hopes up and think that I'll get to participate in the photoshoot, but why else would she be walking over here like that?

"He just said your name right?" The woman asks me upon finally reaching us. "VioletViolence?"

I swallow thickly over the nerves, nodding quickly at the lady. My heart is about to sprint out of my chest. Holy crap.

"Good. Get changed," she says, dumping the clothes she was just carrying into my arms and instantly turning away. Okay?

I struggle to keep all the gear in my arms, looking at each of my friends with wide eyes. I don't know what to do and there's an obsessive kind of urgency and exhilaration building up inside me. I'll bet that this is exactly how Sal and Larry felt earlier.

Ash squeals, patting my head since she can't exactly hug me with all of these clothes in my arms. "Go, babygirl!" she says excitedly, giving me a little shove toward the door she came out of just a couple minutes ago. "The changing room is just down the hall. And don't be too afraid of the creepiness, the room you'll get to is a lot better than the freaky hallway."

I nod to myself thoughtlessly, taking quick steps to the door that will lead me just a step closer to the event that's going to change my life. I haven't been online in days, but Treyarch still wants me to model for them? I am so going to explode.

I slip past the double doors, a little guilty grin on my face. I've got an entire pile of tactical gear in my hands and I'm more than happy to have the opportunity to wear it. Who knew I'd get so lucky?

The hallway is dim. The walls on either side of me are cement blocks stacked on top of each other, painted white. There are little chips in the paint, showing off the grey color of the stone beneath the thin coat. The floor is shamelessly cement. The two rectangular lights above me flicker in time with one another. It's a bit eerie, but I don't have to be here long.

My feet tap against the ground. I'm used to the sound of my steps against hollow ground, with a room beneath me. But here, the sound is a high pitched echo around me. The sheer creepiness of it makes me pause for a moment.

Ash did warn me, but I wasn't expecting to be this spooked. This feels like a scene straight out of Resident Evil.

I've got this though. The changing room is literally just ten or so steps ahead of me. I see the door to my left. I'm brave, I'm strong, I am the epitome of feminism. I can do this. I lived in Addison Apartments, for fuck's sake-- of course, I can do this.

I puff out my chest a bit, all an ineffectual ploy to trick myself into feeling confident. It doesn't work at all. But I take a step forward anyway.

Before my foot can touch the ground again, the door I was just talking about opens. The metal squeaks on its hinges, mimicking some kind of heart-stopping siren.

I'm crouching in fear for a moment, but then Sal steps out of the room. Unfortunately, I only feel relief for half a second.

He stops just outside the door, letting it swing shut with a resounding, hollow thunk. The man shakes his blue hair out of his eyes, examining the fingerless gloves adorning his veiny hands. He pulls the straps around his wrists loose, fixes them, then flexes his fingers out in front of him.

And I watch. Oh, I shamelessly watch. I watch while he drags that hand through his pretty hair, setting it into place atop his head. He stands straighter, giving me a better view of the black jacket he's wearing with an armor plate on his chest, then his black cargo pants. There are straps around his thighs to hold up all the gear that goes with the costume. And then the black fucking combat boots.

I shake my head in disbelief. He was already hot enough, this didn't need to happen.

Sal lifts his head and his ocean gaze clashes with mine. His eyes seem wary and so much brighter and I quickly deduce that the reason for the change is because of the eyeliner around his eyes-- the black brings out the harsh blue of his irises.

He breaks our short stare, looks off to both of his sides. But when he tilts his head to the left, I get an unfortunate glance at the damn tattoo on his neck. It's something about the neck specifically, I don't know what it is-- truly.

His eyes meet mine again. This time, his gaze is a bit calmer, a tad predatory. I know that look.

"I know that look."

I flinch at his words. What a mind reader.

Swallowing thickly, I readjust my standing position and try to hold his gaze. "What?" I ask, pathetically trying to keep my voice monotone. It comes out too forced though and he can see it-- it shows in the amused tilt of his head.

Instead of standing there and keeping things as PG as it can possibly get for both of us, Sal sighs a little obnoxiously and starts walking toward me.

The way his gear moves with his body has me at a loss for words. The holsters on his hips quietly clank against the belt holding his pants up. Every little sound and movement attracts my gaze and I don't know where to look first-- I'm stuck, panicked.

Sal is gorgeous in this moment, I mean he always is, but there's something about him obviously being in his element with the perfect style to suit him that makes him glow. Makes him look like he's walking toward me in slow motion.

"I know that look," Sal repeats, pulling me out of whatever admirable trance I previously found myself in. Must remember he's a total ass. "It's a look full of slutty intentions." His voice is suggestive, teasing. I recognize it as part of the act he plays when we're alone. When we have room to do-- in his words-- slutty things.

I keep my mouth shut. If I speak, too much will leak. I didn't think it was possible for him to be even hotter, but he constantly proves me wrong.

My brows furrow as my gaze travels down his body before I can stop myself. I quickly look into his black-lined eyes again, but they narrow in my direction. The silence he greeted me with for a moment is gone as soon as it came.

"Words, Vi." Dark, raspy. He changes the tone of his voice so well, so easily. How could I possibly disobey him?

Haha, kidding.

My lips remain sealed until the toes of his boots are brushing my shoes. Even then, I try to refrain from letting my damning thoughts become vocal. I can't give into him, especially since it's so fun when disobedience seems to rile him up.

I was way too compliant with him last night.

Sal tilts his head up, making him seem even taller than he normally would be. I can tell he's thinking, wondering, waiting.

Then his gloved hand grips onto my wrist. The coolness of his fingertips is a stark contrast to the warmth of the fabric covering his palm. His digits trail along my skin— up my arm. Slowly in a way that makes me shiver.

I can't stay silent much longer.

A quiet huff can be heard from him just as he gently grabs onto my chin, his thumb caressing the underside of my jaw. My heart thumps wildly against my rib cage and a chill erupts along my skin. His gentle, warning touch is so, so good.

"Tell me why you're looking at me like that," he says lowly, eyes dancing across every inch of my face.

I run my tongue across the front of my teeth, doing my best not to give into him so quickly. He's being gentle— he must think that'll coerce me into behaving, but it won't. It never will. But his tone is a bit mouthwatering, that's the only thing I'm worried about for now.

Neither of us move— I don't even breathe while we look at each other, still waiting.

There's no visual difference when Sal decides he's done playing nice, but I can practically feel it radiating between us. The sudden change in energy, the way the coolness of his touch fills me with excitement instead of little butterflies.

The gentle touch on my jaw does a complete three sixty. He moves his hand, getting a good grip on my jaw. His fingers dig into my cheeks and he pulls me closer, then leans down just a tad.

Sal's cerulean hair brushes my chin and neck, and he watches me closely.

"I don't see why you're still standing."

------- A/N:::::: okay i'm not gonna lie i kindaaaa lowkey hate this chapter :,)) i obviously struggled with it since it's been like a full MONTH since i've posted like wtf????

i'm pretty sure the next chapter will be a lot easier for me to get out though! it's another smut chap ;)

anyway, i'm sure most of you know that i put out an announcement about my health about a week ago. i was really struggling with my mental and physical health and was really stuck. anyway, i went to the doctor and basically he told me i'm so stressed out that i'm making myself physically sick SOOOOOO cheers to me finally getting put on anxiety meds. i'm hoping this improves my health all around and helps me focus on what matters most: you guys and writing <3 i start my meds tomorrow so hopefully it all works

until next time, my babies. all my love to you as always <3333

update: THEY GAVE ME THE WRONG FUCKING PRESCRIPTION LOOOOOL

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You did rowaelin teenagers, you did lysaedion teenagers, we all know this series won't be complete without elorcan teenagers...

then prepare yourselves for boy dad!Lorcan 👀👀

word count: 2,239

warnings: lots of language (they're Elorcan's kids), exhausted parents, injury

enjoy!

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"I swear to the ruttin' gods--" Lorcan grumbled, swinging himself out of his truck and striding across the parking lot, clicking the key fob to lock the doors. It took him less than a minute before he strode through the automatic doors, their quiet swish completely opposing his scowl, and approached the desk. "Salvaterre."

The curly-haired lady blinked. "Are you Salvaterre, or are you here for Salvaterre?"

Lorcan suppressed the foul thing that threatened to come out his mouth. "Sorry. I'm Lorcan Salvaterre, here for Daric Salvaterre. I got a call saying he'd been brought in?"

The receptionist typed a few things into her computer. "Ah yes, Mr. Daric Salvaterre was brought in by someone who said he was a friend. May I see ID, please? Just a formality." Lorcan handed over his driver's license. She glanced at it and nodded. "All right. Daric is in Room 27, go on back."

"Thanks." Lorcan took back his license and headed through the doors into the clinic, the sterile smells of cleaner and medicine hanging in the air. He followed the signs until he reached Room 27, where he knocked a couple times on the door to make sure he wouldn't walk in on a doctor talking to his son.

"Come in."

Lorcan opened the door, his eyes immediately shooting to his oldest son. "'Ric, you alright?" He crossed the small room in a step and a half. "Shit, kid, what happened?"

"Calm down, Dad," Daric protested, though he made no move to bat his father away. "I'm fine."

"That godsdamn boot says otherwise," Lorcan retorted.

"Fair enough." Daric shifted, wincing slightly. "Shit!"

"Shit," Lorcan echoed, instinctively catching hold of his son's shoulders. "Kiddo, you're scaring me."

"I'm not a kiddo," Daric grumbled, lips twitching. "I promise I'm gonna be fine, Dad, the doctor said nothing's broken."

"Then what's wrong?"

The boy sighed. "I had a...small accident at practice?"

"Bullshit." Lorcan raised one dark brow as he sat himself down in the uncomfortable chair. "What happened?"

"Ugh, shit, you see through everything," his son complained. "It was just during a scrimmage, I got a little too tangled up with my man and we both went down, but my skate caught on his and twisted my ankle."

Lorcan winced. "And they sent you to the damn ER for that?"

"Trainer referred me," Daric explained. "Said he couldn't be sure without a scan and there's sure as hell no X-ray machines or any of that shit at school."

"Okay." Some of Lorcan's raging stress subsided. "So someone drove you here and they got a scan and said it's just twisted?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Daric affirmed. "I just had to wait here 'cause I'm only sixteen and they won't let me check myself out."

"Cause you're still a kid." Lorcan half-smirked. "Right, is the doctor coming back?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Right on cue, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in!" Daric called.

Sure enough, it was the doctor, a couple of forms in his hand. "Mr. Salvaterre?" he asked, looking to Lorcan.

"That's me." Lorcan shook the doctor's hand. "I'm this uh...rash youngster's father."

"Dr. Hesper," the man replied. "I'm sure your son's already told you, but the injury isn't as serious as it could have been. It's sprained, and he shouldn't put weight on it for at least two days and definitely shouldn't be skating for at least a week, but as long as he keeps to those guidelines, he should be back on the ice within a couple weeks and back to training and competing in a month."

"Well, that's a relief." Lorcan flashed a half-grin at his son. "Any other instructions? Medicine, whatever else?"

"We're not prescribing pain medication," Dr Hesper replied. "It's not that serious of an injury. He can have ibuprofen, Tylenol, the standard over-the-counter pain relievers, and if it starts to swell, elevate and ice for twenty to thirty minutes on and thirty minutes off."

"Okay great, thanks again, doctor."

"Of course!" Dr. Hesper shook Lorcan's and Daric's hands again, told Daric he needed to use the crutches for a week, and headed out of the room. "You're all good to go, Salvaterres."

Lorcan helped Daric get situated with the crutches and took the forms, walking beside his son as they went back out to the truck. At the door, Daric stopped, unsure quite how to swing himself up.

"Give me a hand, Dad?" he finally asked, a little grumpily.

"Course." Lorcan took the crutches and boosted his son up on his good leg, helping him swing his injured leg into the truck so he wouldn't put weight on it.

"Thanks." Daric took the crutches back and leaned into the seat, closing his eyes.

It was a rather quiet drive home.

"Holy shit!" Elide yelped, practically sprinting out of the house and out to the pickup the second she saw her oldest son on crutches. She was at Daric's side almost before Lorcan could blink, brows creased with worry. "What happened?"

"I'm fine, Mom," Daric mumbled, hopping along.

Elide planted herself in front of her son and folded her arms across her chest. "Don't you give me that crap, Daric Callum Salvaterre. What. Happened?"

Her son gulped, the use of his full name very much communicating how serious his mom was. "I sprained my ankle at practice, doc said if I follow his rules, I should be back to playing in a month."

"So...not too serious?"

"No, Mom, it's not too serious," Daric huffed. "Can I go in now? I want to sit down."

She chose to interpret his curtness as him being in some degree of pain and stepped aside. "I'll get you some ibuprofen." And she did, bringing him the medicine and some water once he was settled on the couch. "Here."

"Thanks, Mom." Daric flashed her a soft smile, exhaustion written all over his face.

Elide reached out to brush the dark hair out of his eyes. "How long until you can get back on the ice?"

"I'm on crutches for a week, so a week until I can do anything at practice and probably two until I can actually go on the ice." He sighed, frowning. "Don't fuckin' like it, though."

"Language, son." She huffed a soft sigh herself. "I know it sucks, 'Ric, but please--"

"You don't know!" he interrupted, scowling now. "God, Mom, I get you want to be sympathetic but you don't bloody know!"

Arching one dark brow dryly, Elide merely sat down on the other couch and raised her right leg, pulling down her sock to expose the scar tissue at her ankle. "Oh?"

"Shit," Daric mumbled, his cheeks flushing. "Sorry, Mom, that was stupid of me."

"I forgive you," she murmured, standing back up and ruffling his overgrown hair. "Think before you speak, son of mine." her lips curled into a little grin. "Hungry?"

"Oh yeah, I--"

"DUDE!" A slightly younger dark-haired boy burst into the living room, staring unabashedly at his brother's boot. "Dude, that's DOPE, can I sign it?"

"Matt," Elide groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, "are you serious?"

"What?" Matthias Salvaterre, fourteen years old and his big brother's biggest fan, shrugged. "Taran said Ric had a boot!"

"Good gods above," Elide sighed. "Matt, leave your brother alone for now, I'm sure you can sign his boot after dinner."

"Ugh, fine," Matt grumbled, turning around and loping back out towards the kitchen. "DAAAAAD! What's for dinner?"

"Why don't you find out?" Lorcan's amused rumble sounded from the kitchen.

Elide chuckled. "I'll go control them. You just call out if you need anything, k?"

"Okay." Daric resettled himself and grabbed his laptop from his backpack. "Thanks, Mom."

"Love you." And she headed to the kitchen to make sure her husband and second son weren't actively burning anything down.

"Gods burn me now," Lorcan groaned, stripping off his shirt in one motion as he nudged the bedroom door shut behind him. "Remind me why we ever thought three boys would be a good idea, El?"

"Pretty sure you're the one who needs to remind me," she teased, "given that it was you who made them, babe."

"And I'd do it all over again," he purred, sliding his broad arms around her waist.

She laughed softly, leaning into his warmth. "Don't tempt me, Salvaterre."

His low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "We never had our baby girl, El..."

"Oh no you don't." She extracted herself from his embrace, strolling coolly into the bathroom. "I know we agreed we were done, but gods, Lor, you tempt me far too much."

"Not half as much as you tempt me, babe." He kissed the top of her head. And yawned, his jaw cracking.

She smirked. "Getting a little tired, babe? Age catching up with you?"

"'M'not old," he grumbled.

"Uh huh," she drawled, giggling as he playfully lunged at her. She dodged his grasp and returned to the bedroom, where she settled herself into bed and waited for her giant hulking husband to join her.

Which he did, curling himself into her side, his arms around her waist and his head leaned against her shoulder. She slipped her fingers into his loose hair, drawing a contented purr out of him as they both drifted into sleep.

Only to be awoken at some bloody unholy hour of the night when their door creaked open.

"D-Dad?" Their youngest, Taran, stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes blearily. "Dad? Mom?"

"What is it?" Lorcan cracked his eyes open, half-propping himself up.

Their eleven-year-old son bit his lower lip. "Ric's talking in his sleep again and he doesn't sound okay."

Elide pushed herself out of bed in an instant, hurrying over to Taran. "What do you mean?"

"Hey." Lorcan slid his hand into Elide's, comforting her. "Let me go, you go back to sleep."

"I--"

"I'll be fine." Lorcan kissed his wife's forehead. "I promise. Go back to sleep, El."

She sighed. "Okay."

Lorcan knelt down in front of his youngest. "What's Ric saying, kiddo?"

"I dunno." Taran's dark eyes were wide with concern. "I woke up to pee and heard him talking in his sleep and I think he said something about needing to skate."

"Shit," Lorcan muttered. "Alright, T, how about I get you back to bed and I'll go check on Daric, yeah?"

"Okay." Taran looked like he was on the verge of shaking, so Lorcan picked him up, letting the boy wrap himself into his father's hold.

"Dammit, kid, when did you get so big?" Lorcan mumbled.

"'M'growin', dad," Taran mumbled, his voice muffled in Lorcan's shoulder.

"Well, stop that," Lorcan chuckled. "Y'all growing up too fast." He got Taran settled back in his room, left the door cracked open, and went down the hall to Daric's room.

True to what Taran had said, Daric was mumbling in his sleep and rustling around in bed. Lorcan placed his ear to the barely-opened door, picking up mostly incoherent mumbles and a hint of ow shit hurts shut wanna play damn ankle.

He pushed open his oldest's door and went in, kneeling down by the side of his bed and gently shaking his shoulder. "Hey. Hey, wake up, Ric, you're scarin' me."

Daric jerked awake, disoriented, shaking himself as he realized that his dad was in his room. "Huh?"

"You're talking to yourself."

"Shit," Daric muttered. "Thought that was just dreams."

"Yeah, well, we heard you." Lorcan pressed the back of his hand to his son's forehead. "Shit, kid, you're damn warm!"

"I'm fine," Daric grumbled. "Just sleep hot, you know that."

"Fine." Lorcan raised his brows. "How's the pain?"

Daric didn't respond.

"How's the pain?"

"Not great," the boy mumbled.

Lorcan exhaled slowly. "I'm gonna get you a couple more ibuprofen, okay?" He ducked into the bathroom and grabbed a couple of the pills and some water, bringing them back and handing them to his son. "Here. Take 'em, I'm not leaving until you do."

"Thanks." Quietly, Daric took the pills, swallowing them down. "Ugh, gods, why'd this have to happen now?"

"Couldn't tell you." Instinctually, Lorcan brushed Daric's messy hair off his forehead. "You need anything else?"

"Uhh...can you--never mind, I can."

"Mm, no, tell me."

"Can you get a couple pillows under my leg?" Daric asked. "Doc said I should try elevating it when I'm sleeping if it starts hurting."

"Of course." Lorcan grabbed a couple of extra pillows and helped Daric get his boot situated atop them. "How's that?"

"S'great," his son mumbled. "Night, Dad."

"Night, son." Lorcan closed the door behind him and returned to the master bedroom, tucking himself back against Elide.

She shifted to face him, tracing her thumb across his cheek. "How is he?"

"He'll be okay," Lorcan murmured. "Gave him some more medicine and got his leg elevated."

"Good." She was silent for a moment, the worry in her brown eyes slowly dissipating. "Gods, Lor, it scared me."

"I know," he whispered, sliding his hand along her back. "Scared the hell out of me, too."

She hummed in agreement and curled into his side, her breath fanning softly against his skin. "You're the best damn dad, Lor."

He huffed. "I wouldn't say the best, but I try."

"Love you," she mumbled, her words slurring with sleepiness.

"Love you too," he whispered, twirling a lock of her soft, dark hair around his finger as he let himself fall back asleep.

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