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autumn-pines · 6 years

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Eh, Who Needs Love?

Time and time again romance has failed for both Stan and Wendy. But hey, who needs love when you can just have fun stealing a diamond and picking some locks?

EDIT-This fic now has a sequal-When You Can Steal Diamonds?

Today was turning out to be rather strange.

It started out alright, it was only when Wendy was just hanging out with her friends before heading out to work and be fashionably late did things start to become a little weird.

Wendy had been listening to Robbie chatter on about his new album until suddenly Robbie paused. Wendy glanced over only to see that he was staring at Tambry, who was standing next to Nate and Lee as they tried out a new handshake.

After a few seconds, Tambry looked up and smiled at Robbie, who instantly smiled back, his cheeks reddening.

Wendy blinked in confusion, wondering how a simple glance could make Robbie blush. She tilted her head, trying to think if there was a time when she blushed and smiled from Robbie looking at her.

Nothing came to mind.

On her way to the Shack, she couldn't help but ponder how Robbie and Tambry were actually in a good relationship and happy.

She had dated like what, at least six guys and none of their relationships lasted beyond three weeks, tops. They just never felt right, plus awkwardness always hagged at Wendy whenever the guys tried to have an intimate moment or kiss her.

She just...didn't want it.

But wasn't she supposed to?

"Something on your mind, kiddo? Or do you like staring at the wall for ten minutes straight?"

Wendy flinched as the voice intruded her thoughts, bringing her back to reality. She turned her head and saw Stan leaning against his 8-ball cane, his eyebrows pointedly raised at her.

Quickly, Wendy allowed a casual look to slide in and for her body to relax. "Oh, hey, Stan."

"That's Mr. Pines for-" Stan began, his voice firm until he stopped, his expression considerate, and then shrugged. "Eh, you know what? I don't care. I've been called worse things."

Wendy rolled her eyes loosely, but then squinted at her boss as a thought struck her. Has Stan ever been in a relationship that has lasted longer than any of hers? She couldn't recall a time where he had not been slapped or getting a blank stare after trying to flirt, but still...

"Heya, so, Stan." Wendy started, trying to phrase the question in a non-weird manner. "Have you ever been in a relationship that lasted longer than a few weeks?"

"Um," Stan leaned back a bit, looking confused at the sudden turn in topic. "Whaddya' mean? Like, a romantic relationship?"

At Wendy's nod, Stan's eyes traveled to the ceiling. "Uhhhh. Yes. I had girlfriend about forty years ago. That lasted for about a month, though. But hey, I did get married!"

Wendy gave him a skeptic look. "I don't think that creepy statue counts, Stan."

Stan slapped a hand to his chest, giving her an offended look. "I'll have you know that Goldie is a fantastic money-maker! But nah, I wasn't talking about that. I got married to a gal once, until she tried to steal my car less than an hour later. Why are you asking sudden personal questions anyways?"

Wendy bit her tongue, unsure on how to answer, or even if she should answer. Eh, this probably wouldn't cost her job. "Uh, so you know my ex-boyfriend, Robbie?"

"Ya' mean that creepy teen with black hair and skinny jeans?"

"Um, yes."

"Then sure, what about him? Do I have another reason to punch a teenager?" Stan cracked his knuckles, his face eerily eager.

"And that would be a no. Sorry." Wendy denied, a large part of her amused. "But um, anyways, Robbie and Tambry have started dating like a few days ago, and they're so happy? Like, they smile and touch each other a lot and I just don't get why?"

She sighed, frustrated with her lack of understanding. "And just-I don't know. None of my relationships were like that and I've dated a lot of guys. It seems so weird to me for someone to just blush if another person looks at them. And it never felt right when someone tried to kiss me or something."

"Plus, everyone at the high school keep talking about who they like and whenever I say I don't like someone I get these looks. I don't see why I have to be with someone when I could just have some fun with my friends."

Unable to think of anything else to say, Wendy fell silent, and then started when she realized she just ranted to her boss about her confusion with relationships. Welp. At least it wasn't Mabel.

"Hm. Yeah, I see where you're comin' from." Stan spoke up nonchalantly.

"Wai-really?" Wendy asked, surprised. That...was not quite the answer she'd been expecting.

"Yup."

"Okay, nooo offense, Stan, but you like-flirt with a lot of ladies. And didn't you try to hook up with Lazy Susan once?" Wendy questioned, confused on how Stan out of all people could understand her.

"Uh, yeah. But um, I'll admit, kid. I kinda always found it strange, too." Stan admitted rather haltingly, his eyes looking at everywhere but her. "Back in my day, uh, a lot of kids were talkin' about their girlfriends or boyfriends too, and I just was never interested in it. I did try it, to try and see what everyone was yappin' about, but it just didn't work out."

He shrugged, "And well, I guess I still do try every once and awhile. Habits die hard, y'know? But honestly, I don't care for that mushy romantic stuff..." He trailed off, his expression steadily growing more and more awkward.

"So you've, never enjoyed being in a relationship?" Wendy cocked her head, interested.

"Well, it was nice and all being around someone I liked. But that someone always just expected something else from me that I guess I don't have." Stan reflected, shifting his hands on the cane.

“But, arn't we supposed to like someone?” Wendy scratched at the wood with her nails, frowning.

“Meh. People are supposed to like a lot of things, but some people don't. I’m supposed to like obeying the law, but I don't. I can’t see why just wanting some friends would be wrong. You do you.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

"Huh. Wow-that's, that's pretty cool." Wendy grinned, feeling relief that she apparently wasn't the only one that felt uninterested in being in a relationship. And to think that it was her boss she was relating to.

"If you say so, kid.” Stan coughed. "But enough of this weird talk. I've already taught you how to pick high-quality locks right? 'Cause I've heard that there's a diamond in the bank downtown, and I think it's about time for you to move past shoplifting and onto committing a real crime."

Wendy's grin only stretched wider. "Sounds great to me. But I am not going to be the one to pay our bail."

"Bail?" Stan's eyebrows scrunched together. "Who said we were going to get caught?"

Later, while definitely driving more than sixty miles per hour away from the bank and wailing police cars, Wendy glanced over at Stan, who was laughing about how they managed to escape, and cleared her throat. "Hey, Stan?"

Stan stopped and looked over at her with a mischievous grin. "What's up, kid?"

"Thank you."

"Yeah, whatever, kiddo. Anytime."

And I’m going to tag @mistrel-fox and @knights-in-two-dreams since they wanted a fic like this. Hope you guys enjoy!

Anyways, this was fun to write! The diamond theft is based off a cut storyline involving Stan and Wendy, and I thought why not. I decided not to include the diamond-stealing scene, so that this was kept at a reasonable length, but I'm considering writing that part out in a different fic if anybody's interested!

#My Fic #Stanley Pines #Wendy Corduroy #Stan and Wendy bonding #Gravity Falls

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ceslawrites · 7 years

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WIP: Starcrossed Chapter 2, “Come Crush a Cup of Wine”

A sneak peek at an upcoming chapter of Starcrossed, my latest Fic.

Puck and McGucket had argued the entire way home, trapped in a stalemate over the issue of Wendy’s party.

“I won’t go,” insisted Puck, who, nonetheless, was putting the finishing touches on a pan of crab dip he had baked once they left the grocery store.

“And why not,” asked McGucket, his hands placed firmly on his hips.

“Well,” said Puck, “for one thing, I’m not wanted there.”

“Horsewallop,” spat McGucket, “Mabel invited ya, didn’t she?”

“Wendy despises me,” said Puck, sprinkling crab seasoning over the dish, “it’s a known fact.”

“I’m sure you two’d get along fine once you get to know each other,” said McGucket. “You and I didn’t like each other much when we first met. Thought you were a mean little turd, I did.”

“You call me a mean little turd about three times a day,” said Puck, who let the dip rest as he cut a large loaf of French bread into little cubes for the appetizer.

“Only when you’re acting like one, which yer doing right now,” insisted McGucket, “Most of the time, yer a charming young man and a good friend. A fella like you could have as many friends as you’d want, instead of staying home cooped up in this kitchen all the time.”

“Even if I were to go, which I won’t,” said Puck, “Whatever would I even say at this thing? ‘Thank you ever so much for the invitation, I do hope you can look past me kidnapping you and your friends earlier this summer and fusing your best friends together into a mutated freak, here, have some crab dip!’”

“Actually, maybe ya should apologize,” said McGucket, “maybe once she sees how sorry ya are, she’ll be more willin’ to forgive ya! You—you are sorry about what happened, right?”

“Oh, of course I am, the devil do you take me for,” snapped Puck, flushing.

“Oh, shoot, I’m awful sorry,” said McGucket, placing his hand on Puck’s shoulder. “It’s just hard for me to tell sometimes, Puck. It always feels like you’re trying to shut people out about how you feel. Like yer an actor onstage, you act all big and showy around people you want to entertain, but you run offstage anytime somebody tries to get to know ya; like with that Charlie fella.”

“Are we still going to discuss Charlie De La Fuente?” Puck feigned a yawn.

“Yer the one who used his full name, not me buster,” said McGucket. “And I think it’d do ya a world of good if you talked to him—“

“No,” said Puck bluntly.

“It’s either talk to him or go to the party,” insisted McGucket. “So ya better pick yer poison.” Then, suddenly hit with inspiration, he added, “How about I throw in some extra incentive?”

“We’re resorting to bribery now, are we,” said Puck as he shoved the casserole into the oven.

“Well, I got to thinking,” said McGucket casually, “This kitchen is awful big. It could use a few more appliances to fill up all the empty spaces. Maybe while you’re out at the party I can look into getting some new whosits and thingamajigs—”

“The ice cream machine.”

Puck had been raving about an ice cream machine he’d seen on a competitive cooking show, and had pestered McGucket every day about getting one himself. Each time he’d said no, pointing out there was no sense in spending thousands of dollars on a machine that made a product you could buy at the store for four dollars a gallon.

McGucket took a deep breath.

“It’s a deal,” said McGucket, “You go to the party, I’ll build the dang thing myself.”

Puck began to laugh.

“You must really want to get rid of me. Deal!”

* * *

Wendy was pacing angrily across the room like a hungry panther stuck in a cage at the zoo. Her friends, even Dipper and Mabel, were all cowering on the other side of the living room, worried that any moment she would snap and punch a hole in the wall.

“Maybe one of us should say something,” whispered Dipper.

“Good idea,” said Robbie, who then roughly pushed Thompson forward, “Thompson, go talk to her.”

“What?? Guys, no—”

“Thompson, Thompson, Thompson,” they began to chant.

“OH, WHY DO I ALWAYS DO THINGS WHEN YOU CHANT MY NAME???”

A very nervous Thompson gingerly approached Wendy, who was glowering out the window and muttering angrily to herself.

“H-hey Wendy,” stuttered Thompson, “Um, is everything oka—”

“THAT LITTLE CREEP IS COMING HERE!” Wendy exploded in a fireball of rage. In her anger, she threw both her arms up in the air, accidentally walloping Thompson across the face and knocking him to the floor. Thompson groaned in pain as Wendy continued to mumble unintelligible, angry gibberish about Puck as she stomped around the room.

“Wendy, cool it,” snapped Mabel from across the room. “You’re acting like a dingus!”

Wendy took in a deep breath.

“Mabel,” said Wendy, trying and failing to sound calm as she spoke, “I know you meant well, but Puck is a deranged jerk who tried to kidnap us all six weeks ago!”

“Technically,” said Nate, “He only tried to kidnap Robbie and Tambry, and they’re both pretty fine now? We weren’t there.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty indifferent to the whole confrontation,” replied Lee.

“And I’m literally well past over it,” added Tambry, who was viewing “McGucket Hates Celery” for the third time on her phone that afternoon.

“Well, I’m not,” grumbled Wendy, who crossed her arms across her chest.

“Puck’s not that bad, Wendy,” Dipper assured her, “I mean, yeah, he’s done some messed up stuff in the past, but he also helped us escape Oberon back during Midsummer.”

“Come on Wendy, just give him a chance,” Mabel pleaded, “He so nice!”

“Anybody can fake being nice,” said Wendy dismissively. “That doesn’t mean he’s a good person.”

“I don’t like that guy either,” said Robbie, “He called me a poser!”

“You are a poser,” murmured Dipper under his breath.

“And,” snapped Robbie, glaring at Dipper, “He’s got those creepy eyes that look like they glow in the dark, and those freaky magical powers. I mean… if you think about it… he’s kind of like…”

“Kind of like who,” asked Mabel, who had a terrible idea what Robbie was going to say.

“Look kid,” sighed Robbie, “I know he’s your buddy and everything, but who’s to say that if Puck had been here last year, he wouldn’t be partying it up with that triangle demon and the rest of those monsters?”

“That’s not funny,” said Dipper, who was intensely glowering at Robbie with undisguised dislike.

“I wasn’t joking,” said Robbie quietly.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Dipper, his voice rising, “Puck isn’t anything like Bill!”

“Oh yeah? You weren’t growing out of your girlfriend’s hip like a tumor because of that guy,” snapped Robbie, “Tell me, how is that any different than anything that monster did last year?”

“Did you forget the part where he almost died to save us,” Dipper retorted, “Or are you just being stupid as usual?”

“What did you just say?!”

“Dial it back, guys,” said Wendy, who pushed herself between Dipper and Robbie, both of whom looked ready to fight.

Mabel bit her lip. She has wanted everyone to have fun hanging out with each other tonight, but instead everyone was angry and miserable. Maybe I’ll just text Puck and tell him not to come because everyone’s acting like jerks, she thought to herself, reaching into her pocket to fish out her cell phone. Things might get too intense if he actually shows up.

Just as Mabel was typing in Puck’s number, there was a great flash of light and a sound like thunder as Puck teleported into Wendy’s living room at last. Wendy and her friends were coughing from all the smoke that Puck’s arrival had generated, once that had cleared, they could see Puck, wearing a floppy sunhat, a bright pink tank top, black jeans and combat boots that had clearly been spray-painted silver standing in the middle of the room holding a casserole dish in one hand and a cake box in the other.

“Hello friends,” said Puck, beaming. “I made crab dip!”

#Fiddleford McGucket #Mabel Pines #Dipper Pines #wendy corduroy #gravity falls fanfic #some enchanted evening au #Puck #Bill Cipher #Robbie V

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sporadicbeauty · 6 years

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#PrettyBoyAndBeautyStory #PartEight

@SporadicAlpha @DevotedBadass @EpicPebbles @LoyalChum @SpunkyHollyAnne @ConnivingDevil

GRACE: {The night spent with Nick was an uneasy one, feeling extremely shy I tried my best to dive into what was supposed to be normal for me. When I woke the Next morning I found myself slipping out of the bed, pretty sure Nick was fully aware of everything I was doing. Making a B line straight to the bathroom after grabbing some clothes out of my bag, resting my back against the door. This walking around practically naked thing wasn’t for me and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be confident in my own skin. My gaze falling to my frame in the mirror, trailing my fingers over the fingermark bruising on my hip noticing more on my thighs. I didn’t know why but for some reason I didn’t want those bruises to fade, they gave me a sense of being protected that I couldn’t explain. It was quite possible they were from Nick, and I found it best to convince myself that he was the one to give them to me. In a zombie state I freshen up and get dressed, looking forward to tonight's plan before our flight. The day was spent with Nick right by my side until the concert, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.} Thanks again for this, we will meet you at the airport. {Flashing Nick a bright smile I grab Dylan’s arm only to tug him along with me, all for some in your face overly loud music to numb my mind. The two of us having a brilliant time and I naturally stock up on a few concert T’s before we left. I didn’t want to admit that Dylan was far from the Dylan I remembered. Using the concert as a distraction, it almost felt like old times for a few hours until we were on the private jet getting ready to take off for Paris. Taking notice of Dylan’s tense features once again, jumping a little when I feel a hand on my thigh.} Hey there… {Pauses when I can’t think of what to say next.} Baby? Um… {Laughs a little placing my hand on Nick’s, giving it a squeeze.} The concert was awesome, thank you again so much for the great seats. {Nods with a bright smile, watching as Nate boards the plane unable to hide the glare in my eyes.} Seriously? He is here? {Again I could only see red as my lost memories attempt to fight through screaming over what he did to Toby, anger starting to fuel me and I quickly stand up when he flashes me a smug grin. Positive he was trying to get a rise out of me and that was exactly what he was going to get. “Are we really going to try this again, Gracie? You already know what will happen.” Nate casually walks up to me, giving my shoulder a pat. Dylan quickly standing back up when I push Nate’s hand off me.} Don’t touch me. Ever. {I knew I couldn’t do a damn thing about Nate, but that didn’t stop me from allowing energy to pool in the palms of my hands.} Someone really needs to fill me in on why I can’t stand him, and why he is immune or whatever. {Feeling like I was ready explode I watch Nate hold his hands up. “Easy, doll. I’m one of the good guys here.” Nate pours me a drink offering it to me, reaching out I take it because I’m a polite person and he just really made me need a stiff one. But, my polite side only went so far and with him. Seeing blurry flashes of him beating the crap out of someone, causing a knee-jerk reaction I toss the liquid in his face. Watching Nate’s fangs elongate looking as if he was ready to rip me apart, Dylan failing at holding back what sounded like an amused chuckle as I stood my ground not moving a muscle.}

NICK: [Laying with Grace all night was like a long lost dream finally coming true. I was almost sad to see the morning come. Almost. My thirst was getting the better of me and I knew I needed a moment before we headed off for the airport. I made sure that Dylan and Grace would be busy with a concert. I had to feed and get some last minute details taken care of. I wanted everything to go just as smoothly as it had been, once we got to Paris. I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of how things had been going so far. I had expected Grace to be fighting me at least a little. I knew some memories would remain deep within her subconscious, but she seemed to be either brushing them off, or just not even noticing any that might pop up. I was glad that damn Evan hadn’t been something on her mind. I was quite certain she’d ask me about him if she had seen him pop up in her mind. While Dylan and Grace enjoyed their concert, I made sure to have my way with a couple girls, so my thirst wouldn’t get the best of me on the flight. With our bags safely on the jet and the liquor cabinet well stocked, I sit and wait for Grace and Dylan to arrive. I could see them as they boarded my private jet, they were both smiling and laughing. It was good they had a fun time. I don’t hesitate to greet my girl and her reaction to me had me chuckle a bit. I knew there was still a bit of unease with her, but it would fade over time as her trust grew. Hell, she let me sleep in the same bed with her and that was something I didn’t expect to happen for a very long time. I press a kiss to her cheek just before Nate boards. She definitely had some animosity towards him. I step back and let them have their moment, chuckling when she splashes the drink in his face. But I could see Nate was not amused and I wanted to put an end to this scuffle before Nate ends up spouting off about Toby. That was something we definitely didn’t need. I see his fangs elongate and I take a step towards him, hearing Dylan’s chuckle. I shake my head, a stern but serious grin forms on my lips.] I don’t think so, Nate. Calm your tits and get ahold of yourself. You keep antagonizing Grace and you know what? She doesn’t like it. Hell, for that matter, she doesn’t like you. So, do me and her a favor and make yourself scarce at the back of the jet, yes? I need you here, but I don’t need you upsetting my girl. [I watch as his burning eyes begin to soften before his fangs sink back into his gums. He releases a hissing breath before glancing once more at Grace, his eyes narrowed. He then walks past us towards the back of the jet, grabbing a towel on the side table to dry his face and shirt. I turn towards Grace and smile, my hands rubbing her arms lightly] I apologize for his rudeness, Darlin’. Sometimes I think he forgets his manners. Maybe he’s harboring a little jealousy because you have my full attention now and he’s feeling like the odd one out. [I give Grace a wink before taking her hand and leading her to our seats.] I hope you and Dylan had a good time at the concert. [I glance towards Dylan and offer him a seat near Grace and I] I want to hear all about it. [I brush my fingers along Grace’s forearm as I sit next to her]

DYLAN: [[I had spent the night painting the town red with Nate and thankfully hangovers weren’t a thing for us, using the night to attempt to push my guilt aside for a little longer. I knew I was losing track of the path I set out to be on, but without Holly to remind me I easily leave Grace with Nick for the night. I knew he wouldn’t attempt to turn her now, so in the grand scheme of things I knew she would be just fine. The next day I accompany her to the Muse concert and for a moment I forgot about all the heavy shit that surrounded us. Grace was singing along and having a good time, making sure to treat her to all the concert T’s she wanted. Making sure to grab one for Holly as well, having no clue if she likes Muse but I knew she would look hot as hell in one of these shirts. Naturally my mood shifts the moment we are on the jet, but I was happy that I was one step closer to being with Holly again. Knowing she would snap me out of this monstrous state I was in, I had to attempt to be human around her and I enjoyed that. Being lost in my thoughts about Holly, the next thing I know Grace voices her annoyance with Nate showing up. Watching it all unfold I can’t help but to let out a chuckle before clearing my throat. I knew her blind hatred only meant one thing, she was having some sort of reaction to her old memories with Nate. Glancing at Nick as he spoke to break the two of them up, knowing Grace would insist on some answers. Taking the seat that was offered to me only because I knew if I left now it would make Grace question her trust in me. Stopping the flight attendant to get us another round of drinks before focusing my attention on Nick and Grace, fighting the urge to throw up in my mouth as he pretended to protect her.]] We had a great time, man. [[Leans back in my seat hearing the engines roar up as the pilots prepare for takeoff.]] The seats were amazing and Grace sang along until she practically lost her voice. I think it was therapeutic for her being she even sang along to songs she shouldn’t know. [[Flashes Nick a knowing look to make sure he understood that I had his back, her reaction to Nate wasn’t a normal one. Grace would be polite until she was blue in the face. Taking the drink from the flight attendant as she passes them out to us, keeping my growing thrust under control for now.]] Come back when we reach cruising altitude, sweetie. I’m going to need something that will really quench my thirst. [[She smiles big indicating that she is more than willing to come back, offering Nick and Grace a faux grin before taking a gulp from my glass.]]

GRACE: {I swear I could have laid into Nate and I didn’t care what the repercussions of that would have been, deep down I hated him and hate was something I didn’t feel easily. Not afraid of his extended fangs I find myself longing for him to make a move, ready to defend myself even if my powers were useless against him. Blinking when Nick spoke, actually finding it sweet that he stood up for me. The moment Nate is out of my sight the flashes fade and I’m able to calm down some, taking a seat next to Nick I glance over at him mouthing the words “Thank you” to him. Happy to see Dylan join us, feeling Nick’s fingers on my forearm. The two of them talking for a moment about the concert, but my mind was still on my unadulterated hatred for Nate.} I think Dylan has a point, there were songs I shouldn’t have known but I did. I’ll make sure to listen to more music and see if it sparks anything. Where is my guitar? Maybe playing will help. {Glances over at Nick with a drink in my hand, tensing up as I hear Dylan talk about the girl coming back. This for sure wasn’t the Dylan I once knew and I was still having a hard time wrapping my head around all of this.} Now, it’s your turn. What did you do today? And don’t think you are getting out of explaining why Nate can move when I… y’know. {Narrows my eyes at Nick in a playful way, clinking my glass to his before effortlessly gulping down the contents. Coughing a little from the burn, setting the empty glass down. I wasn’t a fan of flying and I needed a quick buzz before taking off, feeling my heart race some as we head down the runway.}

NICK: [I nod when Dylan gives me the look of reassurance and I know he’s aware of how much I appreciate his loyalty to me, especially with the Grace situation. Continuing to run my fingers long Grace’s arm, I smile and chuckle softly when she throws back her drink with a small cough. She was a tough girl, but she was softer than she liked to let on.] Your guitar? It’s back in the room where we’ll sleep. [I pause and hesitate a moment before continuing] Or where you’ll sleep, if you so choose to sleep alone. [I give her a wink then take her hand in mine, rubbing the back with my thumb as I look into her eyes, leaning in a little so I’m closer] Well...see there’s a reason you have no effect on him. [I brush my thumb over her knuckles, glancing down a moment before returning my gaze to hers] Now, don’t get upset for not remembering this, okay? You will in time. All these memories will come back to you, I promise. But..well there was an..shall we say..and accident at one time. Well, maybe accident isn’t the right term. A situation may be more appropriate. Someone tried to get to you once and instead of being a man about it and just going for the prize, like I would do..[I grin at her then continue] they instead used Dylan to get to you. They found a weakness in you; your friendship with him. Aaand they used that to get closer to you. In doing so, they almost killed him. [I glance over at Dylan as he sits in the seat, taking a drink and giving Grace a quick look. I then return my gaze to hers once more] That’s why I had to change him into what I am. To save him. [I nod and release a sigh, as if it’s a painful memory for me] So, that’s where the rings came into play. You see, they’re enchanted rings. Think...Harry Potter and all that sorcery nonsense. [I chuckle and wink at her] Anyway, they’re enchanted with a spell of sorts. The wearer of the ring is completely immune to your powers. They can’t be hurt in any way, so as to protect them. Nate wears one of the rings, so that’s why your powers are useless with him. Now, if he were to remove the ring…[I chuckle at the thought] He’d be mincemeat with you, Darlin’. [I bring her hand up to my lips and press a kiss to the back before reaching up with my other hand and brushing it along her cheek into her hair] Feel a little better about all of that now? As far as your deep seething hatred for him goes...I have a feeling that’s also related to Dylan. Seeing as how he was unable to keep Dylan from being harmed. I think you’ve always held a bit of animosity towards him for that and I think it’s coming to the surface now. So don’t overthink your hatred of him, Darlin’. It’s perfectly natural. [I press a kiss to her hand again then lean in to press a kiss to her lips before sitting back again with a sigh, proud of that story I just concocted]

DYLAN: [[Just as predicted Grace presses the issue about Nate and I knew she was nervous about flying, chuckling lowly to myself as she downs her drink. Inwardly betting a million dollars to myself that she would take Nick’s untouched drink, in a few moments. Giving Nick a slow nod to confirm that her guitar was indeed with us, listening to him literally pull a fucking rabbit out of his hat as he lies through his teeth to Grace. I knew in one look Grace would believe him if I confirmed it. Knowing I’d regret that look until the day I died, I give it to her. My features soft as Nick lays it on thick to swoon her, hoping she would at least see right through his game.]] It’s true, Gracie. I got the living shit beat out of me right in front of you, I was a dead man and you asked Nick to save me. So, he did. The rings are only a precaution to not let anyone control you again. [[Lifts my shoulder into a shrug.]] You were all for them, Grace. I know you and I know you always felt guilt for that. Nate was just there and he was the one they forced. [[There was a truth that rang in my tone through my white lie to Grace, and I for sure felt a big part of my soul die in this moment.]] Anyways, my point is you agreed to the rings. It was never a secret. [[Locks my gaze with hers.]] I have never stopped playing for your team, ever. Deep down you know that. [[I add in my last statement in hopes that when I come clean she will forgive me.]]

GRACE: {Holy crap this was some heavy shit and I can’t help but to take Nick’s drink, knocking it back as well after listening to him. I needed a moment, hell I needed fresh air but we were now off the ground and in the air. I could feel the energy building up within me as I picture Dylan being the blurry figure in my lost memories, being in a plane right now wasn’t the best idea as this news was broken to me. I was the reason Dylan was turned. Lie or not, even in the truth I was the damn reason and I wasn’t sure I could take that guilt. He was a good man and now I saw him as a predator. Willing girls and possibly even men to feed his thirst. I did that to him. To Dylan. Someone who was always there for me without question. Any doubt I had was squashed and I felt all the pain I ever would have even if it wasn’t the truth. Numbly kissing Nick back I feel a tear slide down my cheek, quickly wiping it away.} We never did stop playing for the winning team. {I flash Dylan my classic sweet smile, giving Nick’s hand a squeeze.} I think I’ll be okay with sleeping with you again. Thank you for bringing my guitar and for saving my closest friend. As for Nate, until I get my memories back, I don’t want him around me. He had a choice, he made the wrong one. {Glances at the flight attendant as she refills our drinks, watching as she takes a seat next to Dylan.} I want Nate to give up his ring and give it to Dylan. {Glances over at Nick searching his gaze.} I won’t do anything to Nate. But I want Dylan protected, and I’m guessing you wear one of these rings? Tell me who else does so I don’t flip out on them as well.

NICK: [I listen intently when Dylan backs up my story, a pleased smile forms on my lips. I continue to hold Grace’s hand and brush my thumb over her soft skin.] It was the least I could do, to save Dylan for you, Darlin’. I know how close you two have always been and Dylan, well he’s my right hand man now. So I think all ended as it should have. As it was meant to be. [I can’t help but raise a brow at her next question. I was happy as hell she was more than willing to sleep in the same bed as me again, but her wanting Nate to give up the ring did catch me off guard. Though it really shouldn’t have. I nod and brush my thumb over her ring finger] I do indeed wear a ring and I can understand why you’d want Dylan to have one as well. I suppose we can make that happen if it’ll make you feel better. I do worry though, with your deep set animosity towards Nate, that you might lose control one day and..[makes the tsk tsk sound] poor Nate will be no more. I do need him in my team, you know. We can try however, if it would make you feel better. As far as other wearing the ring, Mikayla and Adam are the others. I like to keep my closest safe and there was no need for Dylan to have one just yet. We knew you’d trust him when you woke, whereas us..perhaps you wouldn’t. As much as I want to help you regain your memory and dig up old memories you may have buried deep, I think we need to forge ahead cautiously, Darlin’. So that being said, let’s keep Nate in the closet for tonight shall we? Let’s focus on us getting to Paris and spending a night together in the comfortable bed. [I give her a wink and devious smirk] I’m sure Dylan has some plans with the stewardess that will keep him quite busy for the night as well. [Once more, I brush my lips over her hand with a soft breath] I’m sure we can find ways to pass the time if the flight begins to feel a little long for you. Your guitar will help for one and I will help for any other time you need. I’m sure Nate will be staying out of your way, but I’ll give him a gentle reminder to do so. I want our time together to be trouble free, Darlin’ and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. [There was so much in that last statement and I knew my voice had suddenly taken on a much more serious tone, but I couldn’t help it. If I ran into any roadblocks, they would be exterminated. That included Evan, his minions and even those in my own group. No one would stand in my way in getting everything I wanted.]

DYLAN: [[Just as I thought Grace takes Nick’s drink and I chuckle once more, glancing out the small window to see the city lights below as the two of them talk. Taken by surprise when Grace asks to make Nate give up his ring, chiming in to make sure that isn’t needed.]] Gracie, It’s all good. [[Flashes the flight attendant a toothy grin, brushing her hair off her neck. My gaze falling to the pulsating vein on her smooth neck.]] Yes, I have plans and I know you need rest, Gracie. Go lay down for the night. I’ll be here in the morning and every morning for eternity. [[Feels my soul die a little more as I drive my point home, trailing my fingers over the flight attendants collarbone.]] Deep down you know you’ll be one of us soon, you’ve been prepping for it for years. Go, I’ll see you when we land. [[ I needed a damn drink and I didn’t want to feed in front of Grace, pulling the petite flight attendant onto my lap.]] I have big plans. [[Flashes Nick a knowing grin, he was for sure set in his ways and not Even Grace could change what he had planned. Noticing that Grace seemed to buy the story, I could see the guilt rising in her. I knew I needed to come clean to her sooner than later. It was clear as day that her hatred for Nate was fueled by deeper emotions and she is the stubborn type, knowing it was only a matter of time before she would get to the bottom of it. Watching as the two of them head off, hoping for now she would let all this go. With the flight attendant still on my lap, I focus on her for a moment before seeing Nate’s unamused glare as Nick walks off with her.]]

GRACE: {Nick’s words seemed to be sweet but there was an undertone of something wrong that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, trying hard not to tense up as I listen to him.} If Dylan is your right hand man, he should have a ring. {Whispers softly not about to give up my fight for him.} Have someone give it up. If not Nate then Adam. I don’t seem to have any gut feeling about him. {Searches Nick’s gaze giving him a sweet smile.} It would make me feel a hell of a lot better to know Dylan is protected if that were ever to happen again. So, think about it, for me? {Walks my fingers up Nick’s shirt, lightly gripping it to tug him a little closer. My lips hovering over his as I in return lay it on thick back, attempting to play him a little. Acting to be the Grace he showed me I was to him, pressing a feather soft kiss to his lips.} Let's go lay down and get some sleep. {Releasing Nick’s shirt I glance at Dylan with the flight attendant now on his lap, exhaling a soft sigh. Again he wasn’t the Dylan I remembered, his gaze seemed as empty as can be and I knew one of my best friends was lost. Thinking I’d need to remind him as much as I could of the guy he used to be, letting Nick lead me to the small private room. Glaring at Nate as we pass by him, with a quick flick of my wrist a small burst of energy pulsates out of the palm of my hand causing his drink to tip over onto his lap. There was no way in hell I was about to be nice to that man, knowing with the way I felt and there story something was for sure off.}

NICK: [I could tell Grace was working at me, but even knowing that, it was indeed working. I couldn’t help but grin at her as her soft lips feather a kiss over mine. Standing, I take her hand in mine and lead her to our private room. I heard Nate grunt out a few choice words as a glass spills in his lap and I chuckle, knowing damn well how that happened. I would give Grace’s request thought for sure and taking the ring from anyone to give Dylan wasn’t a problem at all. I wanted to keep Dylan safe just as much as anyone. Hell, more so. He was truly my right hand man and had shown me loyalty above all others, including Grace, in helping me carry out this plan. He hadn’t wavered in the slightest and I had yet to see him even flinch when spewing out lies to Grace. From what I could see, there was absolutely no internal struggle going on there and he was indeed with me 100%. Closing the door behind Grace and I, I unbutton the top few buttons on my shirt and grin at her] I’ll most certainly take your request into consideration, Darlin’. I really have no problem giving Dylan a ring. The only reason he doesn’t have one now, is because he’s quite adept at taking care of himself. As you’ve seen. He’s not one that needs any type of outside protection. But..[I graze my finger along her soft jawline as I gaze into her eyes] if it’ll set your mind at ease, we’ll give him a ring. Either Nate or Adam, I don’t care either way. [I close the distance between us and press a kiss to her lips, my fingers now trailing down her neck]

GRACE: {My gaze doesn’t leave Nick’s as he unbuttons the top of his shirt, exhaling a slow breath kicking off my shoes. A soft smile claiming my lips, listening to him intently.} I just don’t want anything like that to happen again. As long as you and Dylan are protected against me, then I’m happy. {Instinctively leans into his touch, feeling my heart start to race a little.} If he had a ring, it would for sure put my mind at ease that I could never be used against him. Nate can jump off a cliff for all I care. {My lips return the kiss, keeping my gaze locked with his as I feel his fingers trail down my neck. I could tell in his gaze alone he was thirsty, but not just for a drink. Clearing my throat my shy ways coming through, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.} So, what did you end up doing today? {I couldn’t remember if he had already filled me in on that or not, assuming with that burning gaze of his he had a heated moment in mind.}

NICK:[I keep my fingers grazing over her neck as I brush my ilps to hers once more breathing in her intoxicating scent. My other hand now makes it’s way down her back. I found it very difficult to behave myself and not just take her, when we were this close and alone. I had to fight my most primal urges and it wasn’t easy. But I was a man of patience and being around Grace was my greatest test indeed.] Then it will be done. Nate won’t be wearing the ring after tonight. I’d go tell him to take it off now and give it to Dylan...but Dylan is busy and I’m about to be. So Nate will have to wait. [I brush my lips over her neck after dipping my head into the soft curve of her neck and shoulder. Pressing a series of kisses along her neck up to her lips before replying to her next question] What did I do today? Well, I spent some time preparing for the trip to Paris. You know, last minute details and all of those mundane things that have to occur before a long journey. I would have liked to attend the concert with you and Dylan, but it looks like you two had fun no matter. [I nod towards the bed and bring my hands down to the hem of her shirt] Shall we lay down? I think the trip will go much quicker if we sleep..or at least find a fun way to pass the time. [I wink at her. It was always fun to push the boundaries a little with her. The way she’d stammer and blush was more of a turn on than she could even imagine.]

GRACE: {Scraping my teeth over my bottom lip as Nick speaks of being busy himself.} We’re probably cruising at thirty thousand feet, I doubt anything catastrophic will happen up here. So, I can wait. {Sucks in a breath when I feel his lips on my neck, timidly placing my hands on his chest. Crap, there was that unspoken lure happening again and I find myself leaning into him, kissing him back once more.} I’m glad you kept yourself occupied, and you were missed at the concert. But, it was nice to spend some time with Dylan. For a moment there he really seemed to enjoy himself. {My gaze falls to the bed, butterflies consuming the pit of my stomach.} Fun ways to pass the time? {Nick’s wink answered that question for me and a bright blush creeps its way onto my cheeks.} Well, with the fingermark bruises I have, I’m guessing we tend to find fun ways. They are starting to fade, I’m not sure that I like that they are. {An innocent smile claims my lips, giving Nick’s shirt a soft tug.} Maybe you can remind me how I got them and we will see where that leads us? {Glances at the bed once more, exhaling a nervous breath.}

NICK: [Her body language seemed as though she was more and more on board with everything, including getting into bed with me. Hell, I was all for that as well. But then she mentions the fingermark bruises and I’m instantly seething inside. I knew where those marks had come from and they certainly weren’t from me. I try to hold back my anger, something I wasn’t well known for and I grit my teeth, breathing through my nose as my irritation builds. Pursing my lips and closing my eyes before releasing a breath and forcing a smile on my lips as I nod, meeting her gaze once more] Let me see them, Darlin’. I haven’t gotten a good look at my handiwork. [I give her a wink and take a step back to sit on the edge of the bed. I motion with my fingers for her to raise her shirt, or lower her leggings, whichever would expose the bruises she was referring to]

GRACE: {I swear I could feel Nick tense up some and it threw me off guard. Was he annoyed? Maybe they weren’t from him after all but I was curious, watching as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Nodding in response I slowly lift up my shirt to show him the bruising on my hips, rolling my shirt to tuck it under my bra.} There are these and more on my thighs. I was hoping you could remind me what happened that night. {Drops my arms to trail my fingers over the bruises, feeling that sense of warmth and protection beneath them.} I don’t want them to fade. {Whispers softly, watching Nick curiously. There was something behind his gaze that told me he was all for showing me and I inwardly brace myself, knowing he wasn’t the gentle type from when he fed off me last night.}

NICK: [Seeing those marks from /him/ had me seething all over again, but this time I’m able to regain my composure a bit faster. Those were from him, but any marks that would be on her body from this point on, would be from me and me alone. That in itself was a satisfying feeling. I brush my thumbs over the marks and nod] These were given to you the night of the accident. They were done of course, in a heat of passion. [my gaze travels upwards to lock with hers] I like marking what’s mine. And you are indeed, /mine/ Grace. [I bring my hands up to caress her skin over the marks, dipping my head in to press soft kisses to each bruise] I promise they’re only given in love, not anger. [the bruises weren’t massive, but if she looked close enough, she would be able to easily tell they weren’t from my hands but from hands much larger than my own. She had no reason to question they were from anyone else though, so I tried not to worry.] You don’t want them to fade, hmmm? Well, we can make sure they don’t. [I motion to the bed, ready to make some marks of my own on Grace] GRACE: {I could see the clenched jaw and I for sure took a mental note of it, glancing down as his fingers brush over the discolored skin on my hips.} I don’t want them to fade at all, Nick. {A sweet smile tugs at my lips, listening to him once more as he tells me about the night I got them. Inhaling a slow breath, nodding slowly in response. After Nick had showed me my past with him, Dylan confirming everything. I really had no reason to not go ahead and lay back on the bed, so I do just that. The memories I had lost that were screaming to come forward were muted as I simply felt that welcoming lure from Nick. With my stomach still exposed I reach my hand up to lightly grip his, every action I made was fueled by this calm scene that washed over me. It was as if the mood in the room shifted and I had zero control over it.}

NICK: [A grin forms on my lips as I watch her lay down, eager to please me. With one hand laced with hers, I use the other to brush over her still exposed stomach. I give her hand a squeeze as I lean my head down to begin a soft trail of kisses along her skin. I could feel my slacks getting tighter by the second and a low groan rises from my chest. There had to be some action tonight, or I’d end up in some serious pain and in a cold as hell shower to calm myself and release some built up tension. I drag my hand over her skin to the bruises, trying to place my hand over them so my fingers would leave marks in the same area. With my hand splayed, I was unable to match them precisely. So instead, I mark a couple bruises at a time, digging my fingers in, careful not to hurt her but squeezing just enough to leave a red indent in their wake. I graze my teeth over her skin, softly biting, yet not breaking the skin. I was hopeful tonight would end in at least a little...shall we say, oral action if nothing else. I was feeling the desire and need for Grace growing by the second as I breathe her in and touch her exposed skin and I needed a release one way or another]

GRACE: {The butterflies I once felt were slowly replaced with nervous ones, giving Nick’s hand a tight squeeze bringing the other to curl my fingers in his hair. Gasping when I felt his grip tighten on me, I give his hair a soft tug. Having every intention to compare the marks later on, instantly feeling the warmth and protection slip away from me. His breath washing over my skin had me inwardly freaking out, knowing deep down everything about this moment was wrong. But, I couldn’t fight it, feeling a part of me being locked in a dark room screaming to get out. Lifting my head a little to watch Nick as I feel his teeth lightly biting down, seeing that hunger in his gaze nodding without knowing it to let him know I was okay. My heart now starting to race, thinking I needed to make sure he didn’t get carried away.}

NICK: [I see the desire to please in her gaze and she no doubt could sense my rising thirst. I could hear her heart rate picking up and I give her hip another squeeze before moving upward. Releasing her hand so I can bring it up into her hair, gripping tightly in my fingers. I use my other arm to wrap around her, effortlessly pulling her into my lap as I sit leaning against the headboard. With one arm snaked around her waist, the other nestled deep in her hair, I tug her hair back and brush my lips along her neck. I could feel the blood pulsing through her vein and another low groan emanates from my chest. Her scent and heartbeat alone had me on a high and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Keeping my grip in her hair tight, my arm remaining tight around her torso, my fangs elongate and I quickly sink them into her neck. I hear a soft gasp come from her lips and there never was a more erotic sound to me than that. Her hot blood pools in my mouth and I give myself the pleasure of that before swallowing it and begin my feeding. My grip doesn’t lessen on her hair and when I feel her begin to relax, I tug her head back even more, feeling another gush flow into my mouth. A groan of pleasure rises and reverberates against her skin as I feed, reminding myself not to get too carried away and take too much]

GRACE: {Nick’s movement was so smooth and I found myself on his lap, keeping my one hand in his short hair the other resting on his shoulder. Letting him have complete control as he tugs my head back, curling my fingers into his shoulder not hesitating to tighten my grip on his hair. Gasping the moment I feel the harsh sting from his fangs piercing my skin, feeling my petite frame tense up in his strong hold. A cold chill running down my spine each time he took a deep pull from me, and the sensation causes me to relax. A soft whimper escapes my lips as my head is tugged back a little more, the sting in my neck not subsiding. The grips I had in his hair loosening, my breathing starting to slow down as a lightheaded wave of euphoria takes over. Something about this moment made me feel connected to Nick in a way I hadn’t felt before, knowing he would never hurt me I gave him my full trust that he wouldn’t take too much. Finding that in the moment I wasn’t ready for him to stop, unable to hold my hand in his hair it falls to his back. A soft hum escaping my lips allowing my eyes to flutter shut, Nick’s grip in my hair now the only thing holding my head up.}

Nick: [I was enjoying this far too much and it would have been easy to just keep going. But of course I wasn’t about to drain the life from Grace, so I force myself to stop when I feel her body practically go limp, her hand falling down my back. Her soft whimpers were only adding to the pleasure this moment was bringing me and I glide my tongue over the puncture marks, then press soft kisses to them. My arm that had been tight around her torso loosened just a bit and I felt her body practically melting into me. I was close to having taken too much and she was far weaker than the last time I had fed from her. But I knew she’d be okay and I loosen my grip in her hair, laying her back as I slide her from my lap. The thought crossed my mind that I should undress her and hold her against me, wanting to feel her skin on mine. But there wasn’t a better way to lose a girls trust than to take advantage of a situation. I do however, graze my fingers over her still exposed torso, watching the soft fluttering of muscles beneath the skin as my fingers do their exploring. I lay down next to her and nuzzle my nose into her hair just over her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her earlobe as I whisper] Sleep, Princess. We’ll be in Paris before you know it. [I drape my arm over her, pulling her flush against me. I didn’t need sleep, but to lay here with her until she woke would be a pleasure in it’s own right. I was anxious to land in Paris and move onto the next step of my plan]

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