#chap 3: Park Aftermath

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linger on your pale blue eyes: Nico di Angelo and Will Solace haven't spoken in years. The once best friends are only distant strangers after Will moved to Texas as a kid. Now, years later, Will has returned to work at the same amusement park as Nico.

Will they rekindle their friendship... or maybe something more? (solangelo, multi-chap)

because i liked a boy: James Potter is a well-known celebrity riding the high of his acting career. After breaking up with his longtime girlfriend and past co-star, Lily Evans, he enters a relationship with Regulus Black.

Chaos ensues. (jegulus, multi-chap)

sing your heart out: In a last-ditch effort to escape his parent's control before settling down at their finance firm, Regulus takes a leap of faith and auditions for The Voice, which will be coached by the four members of the Marauders. (jegulus, marylily, rosekiller, multi-chap)

boys don't cry: It all starts with a girl who doesn't know her name, a childhood board game, and the disappearance of Regulus Black.

or, the marauders if they existed in Stranger Things (jegulus, wolfstar, nobleflower + others, multi-chap)

every summer after (on hiatus): Regulus Black has never had friends, all except for his childhood best friend that moved away years ago. What will happen when said best friend turns back up as his roommate at summer camp?

or, a Bartylus childhood friends to lovers story told through each summer at camp and the letter correspondence between reg and barty during the rest of the year. (bartylus multi-chap)

stereotypical (on hiatus): Remus is a basketball player, Sirius is in Marching Band. Alternately, James is a basketball player, Regulus is a theater nerd. Chaos ensues. (jegulus, wolfstar, multi-chap)

Finished Fics:

and i'll never go home again (place the call, feel it start): Camp Half Blood holds a volleyball tournament every summer. This the first time Nico di Angelo has ever had a chance to participate, and on Will Solace's team nonetheless. (solangelo, multi-chap)

close proximity: Marauders x Holiday Season x Office Romance. Fluff. Mutual pining. Falling in love. Happy endings only. Enjoy. (jegulus, wolfstar + others, multi-chap) written with @prongsisthesun

anything can happen: after getting out of tumultuous relationships, both regulus and remus are desperate for a break. deciding to go on a vacation and switch homes for christmas, both of them find out the true meaning of love and what it takes to keep it.

or, a marauders AU set in "The Holiday" (jegulus, wolfstar, multi-chap)

second chances: when Regulus is hit with a rogue spell that sends him back to a 6-year-old, Sirius is forced to face their adversities and grow past their animosity. (jegulus multi-chap)

touch starved: Regulus can't sleep; James can't sleep. They fix this by cuddling. (jegulus one shot)

it's worse to be nothing with you: After his ex left him with no warning, Regulus has to find some semblance of normal. That is, until his ex returns 8 months later on his doorstep. (bartylus one shot)

harry vs. the homo sapiens agenda: Harry Potter has a lovely life: loving family, amazing friends. But he has a secret. No one knows that he's gay. Well, no one but his anonymous pen pal "Dragon". What will happen when his emails are found by the wrong person? (drarry multi-chap)

a real cowboy: Harry dresses up as a cowboy for a Halloween party at the Gryffindor frat house. Draco finds him. (drarry one shot)

i feel more free than i have in years: Narcissa Black has been brought up to be the perfect ballerina, but her long-time crush on Alice Fortescue seems to always take precedent over everything. (nobleflower one shot)

to me, you are perfect: What if the Marauders existed in Love, Actually? (jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene + others multi-chap)

sweeter than revenge: In the aftermath of The Prank, Remus finds himself desperate to get revenge on Sirius. And what better way than fake dating his brother and two best friends? (jegulus, wolfstar multi-chap)

sometimes it's easier to be invisible: Regulus Black hates James Potter. He's loud, egotistic, and replaced Regulus at a time he needed Sirius the most. But when Regulus gets kicked out of his home and forced to live with him, will their spark grow or die? (jegulus-centric, multi-chap)

Blinding Lights Universe:

blinding lights: Regulus is the highest-paid actor of his generation, and when his brother's band agrees to write a song for his film, the brothers are forced to speak to each other again after seven years. (jegulus, marylily, rosekiller, multi-chap)

lifeline: Years before they ever dated, James sent Regulus post cards in hopes of getting a reply. He finally does. (jegulus one shot)

keep his name out of your mouth: What happens when someone publicly drags Regulus's husband on live tv? They get socked in the face. (jegulus one shot)

#marauders #introvertedhufflepuff #jegulus #drarry #wolfstar #bartylus #solangelo

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Hellfire’s mama fox; Eddie Munson x fem!oc Chap. 3

*Author’s note*

Okay well this is a chapter I’ve had done for maybe a week now but it definitely took me some time to try and write due to work and life getting in the way. So just some domestic fluff here with Eddie and Roxxi and my absolute ZERO knowledge on how getting a tattoo works (I did the research as best I could) but if anyone out there has any tattoos and sees something wrong with this chap. please let me know so that I can go back and fix it.

Anyways no real warnings here except for tattoo needles and the aftermath of getting a tattoo with pain/itchiness. Enjoy my lovelies until next time!!

CHAPTER 3,

Mama Fox and Papa Wolf

NEXT CHAPTER

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I woke up to feeling kisses going up from my shoulder, to the junction where my neck met my shoulder and up my neck before going back down. I moaned and tried to wave it off only to hear a tired and deep chuckle.

“C’mon sweetheart, I know you hate getting up early on the weekends but you need to.” I groaned.

“This is punishment for getting you to school on time this week, isn’t it?” Eddie chuckled and said.

“As much as I wish I could say that, I’m not that cruel when it comes to you. I called Big Cat and he said he could only fit us in for 10am, and that’s in an hour babe.”

“He lives further down in the park right? We’ve got time.” I pulled the covers back over me and buried my head under the pillow.  I heard Eddie grumble before he said.

“Fine, you leave me no other choice.” Next thing I felt was his body almost completely on top of mine, his arms wrapped around me and his head burying itself into my back.  “I am so comfortable right now. Must be because of this cute mattress I’m on.”

“Get off me!” I cried from my pillow but I knew all he heard was muffled words.

“Whoa what’s this? Does this mattress talk? Oh speak again fair mattress.” He then proceeded to poke and lightly pinch at my sides and hips which tickled like crazy.  I shrieked and bucked my hips as Eddie laughed. “Oh ho-ho-ho-ho. Is this mattress ticklish? I wonder if I tickled here? Or here?” he dug straight into my ribs through the blanket then my knees which made me curl up laughing.

The pillow was soon tossed aside and I found myself tangled up in the bedsheet and couldn’t break free.  Eddie ceased his attack and just started to laugh, I glared at him and said.

“Get me outta here now Munson!”

“Alright Mur-dock.” He teased and enunciated my last name in a deep, teasing tone before helping me get out of the sheets.  It took a couple of minutes but I was finally free then I shoved him down the bed before pouncing on him and retaliated.

Yes Eddie Munson is just as ticklish as I am and I will forever use that information over his head if I need to.

“No. No wait! Babe, mama please don’t! Don’t no! Nononono stohahp!”

“Payback’s a bitch, now so am I.” I mocked him as I dug into his hips which made him buck and nearly toss me off the bed but I held firm until he got the upper hand and had me pinned to the bed.

“I could continue this cycle and punish you. But we’ve only got an hour to get to his trailer.”

“Why do we need to go so early?”

“You think getting a tattoo is just a simple prick of skin like I did these bats? Babe I was lucky to trace these with my mediocre drawing skills. You said you wanted a professional, and Big Cat is the best of the best to do it.”

“Why do they call him that?”

“You’ll find out. Now come on, get up.” He smacked my ass before getting out of bed.  I glared at him playfully for the smack but he only grinned before exiting the bedroom.

After getting dressed and having a quick breakfast he had asked me.

“So where do we want them at?”

“I was thinking I’d get mine done on my right forearm, but underneath it, so like here.” I said tracing around the soft underpart of my right forearm at around the middle.

“Okay so then I’ll get mine here under the left forearm. That way when we place them together,” he placed his left forearm next to mine. “The picture will meet perfectly. Make sure to bring the drawing so he’ll know.” I went and grabbed my journal and then Eddie opened the door before taking my hand and the two of us walked through the trailer park to Big Cat’s place.

It was just like any other trailer, run down and not really anything fancy.  You could hear loud music from inside and I asked.

“Is this why you wanted to leave early?”

“Mostly. Since public tattoo parlors are illegal here in this lovely state of ours, those who can’t take the pain, he drowns them out with music. At least it’s good music and not any pop shit.” I playfully shoved his shoulder as he walked up the steps and gave a secret knock but did it loud enough for at least Big Cat to hear.

We waited for about a minute until the music was turned off and the door cracked open slightly as it was being held by a chain lock.

“Well, well Munson. You’re actually here on time for a morning appointment.”

“I have my moments.” Eddie shrugged.  The door shut as I heard the chain lock coming undone before the door fully opened to reveal Big Cat.

He had some muscle to him but was a tall and lean man, definitely taller than Eddie at about 6ft something, but not basketball crazy I’d say somewhere between 6ft-6ft 2in.  His hair was as black as night and teased to the max almost kinda like Nikki Sixx or Tommy Lee, hell it was even framed around his face like a lion’s mane.

But it was all over his arms that tattoos covered almost every inch of his arms from the shoulders to the wrists, and even his knuckles. All varying in designs, patterns or characters.  And like Eddie he even had some tattoos along his chest that were exposed thanks to his Led Zeppelin tank-top.

“Dude you’re lucky I like you, I don’t do last minute appointments for just anybody.”

“Hey but I appreciate you man.” He and Eddie clasped hands and shook on it.  It was then his attention turned to me and he said.

“Well, well, this the girl?”

“Watch it man, she’s mine.”

“Hey I ain’t trying to weasel my way in. Just wonder what’s a girl like that do to get a loser like you?”

“For your information Eddie is not a loser. Just cause he had to repeat high school three times does not make him an idiot. You have no idea what he’s been through and I’m sick and tired of punk ass fools mocking him for that! If you wanna make fun of someone for repeating school you turn and make fun of me asshole! Cause I’m in the same boat as him. And if you’re gonna keep degrading him as such, we’ll take our business elsewhere, Big Cat.” I sneered his name.

He stared at me blankly until a wide smile spread across his face and his shoulders began to shake until he started laughing boisterously.

“Ahh damn Munson. You got a spitfire with her! I can see why you love her.”

“Told yah she can be feisty.”

“What now?” I asked confused.

“Baby, Big Cat is like that with all his clients, especially me.”

“Yeah. Being the youngest of any client I’ve had, of course I gotta rag on him even more. None of the older dudes get my humor but this motherfucker here.” They once again high fived each other, this time the clap being the loudest I thought I could ever hear from a high five.  “And hey, for that outburst alone, I’ll knock off 10% of the tat. Now come in dudes and make yourselves at home.” He turned back into his trailer.

“But it was real sweet of you to say those things about me sweetheart.” He pecked my cheek before trotting inside leaving me speechless. God this man I swear.  I shook my head before walking inside the trailer. Eddie shut the door behind me and locked it as I saw all around me various tattoo designs.

They all ranged from basic stencil designs to the more artistic and detailed pictures of dragons, wolves, and of course Big Cats mainly lions.  He also did Japanese and Chinese character templates according to some of the pictures he had of some of his clients.

“So dudes, what’ll it be today?” Big Cat said.

“Roxxi here actually has the picture she wants for the two of us.” Eddie said as he turned to me and extended his hand.  I handed him the journal and he flipped over to the page before showing it to Big Cat.

“Ahhh cute. Secretly wanted to do a matching set tattoo, but these stuck-up bats with their church knickers on don’t value the beauty that is a tattoo. So whose getting which and where’s it going?”

“We agreed our opposite under forearms. I want the wolf one on my right and Eddie will take the fox on his left.”

“Good. Cause that puppet master one deserves its own space. I’d kill if anything disrupted that.” He said as he got his tattoo gun and ink ready.

“Agreed. It’s my favorite one.” I said as Big Cat bowed.

“Thank you, thank you. Worked months trying to perfect the picture. Any colors for it or do you want it basic black?”

“You said coloring was extra last time I came around. Just how much extra?” Eddie asked.

“Well Munson, typically I’ll do colors about $50 extra, but like I said, you got the discount thanks to your foxy mama there. But if you don’t want color I won’t force it.” Eddie turned to me and asked.

“What do you think sweetheart? Color or no color.” I sighed and said.

“I don’t wanna pressure you to do color. If it’s too expensive then we don’t—”

“Hey, this is what you want. I’m following your lead on this okay?”

“I’ll tell you what,” we turned to Big Cat as he continued, “How bout this pairing comes for free?”

“No, no, no Big Cat I know what you do when you do that.”

“This ain’t no charity request Munson. And for a normal house call not even you could afford it. But this is for your girl, so this ones on me.” He gave me a wink.  Eddie turned to me and I looked at him.

“What say you babe?” Eddie sighed heavily before saying.

“You swear you won’t go back on this deal?”

“Cross my heart.” He said crossing his heart.  After agreeing, he then said as he held up the tattoo gun, “Now who’s first?”

“I’ll go first.” Eddie volunteered as he took the first seat and held out his left arm and turned it over for Big Cat.  He took a look at the picture and he asked me.

“And do you want it exactly like this?”

“Well as you can see I’m no real artist so if you could maybe make it as detailed as possible.” I answered.

“Can do.” He took out some moisturizer wipes and cleaned off Eddie’s forearm while Eddie pointed out where I had said we should do it.  Big Cat nodded as he tore the page out of my journal and took it over to what looked like an overhead projector and placed a paper over it.  He took a pencil and began to trace over the fox and wolf pictures.

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked him.

“About 12 years now. Dropped out of high school at 16 when I was still living in LA. The only thing that kept me alive was my art. Of course I wasn’t all for the fancy art show shit, until I found a local tattoo parlor. Got an apprenticeship and the rest is history.” Big Cat said as he got the final details done on the paper before placing it over some ink and wet it down.

“You know he actually did some of Nikki Sixx’s and Tommy Lee’s tattoos.” Eddie turned to me.

“Shut up!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah for real. Oh man those dudes were insane. Not to mention completely fucked up but I knew they were gonna be something big. They’d come into the shop almost every other week for new ink.”

“So what brought you here to Hawkins? I mean no offense but there’s nothing out here.”

“Yeah that is true. Unfortunately the tattoo parlor was a victim of one of the many riots we get in LA. My boss Tyler ‘Tyga’ Johnson tried to stop the vandals but the bastards shot him in cold blood. With no future homeowner, the city basically let the parlor rot and so I…..packed up my shit and started moving East. Thought about heading for New York but then my old ride died on me and now here I am.” As he told the story, he pressed the paper down on Eddie’s arm before pressing down on it (much like how you did those fake tattoos they give out in carnivals when you were a kid).

He slowly lifted the paper off his skin after a few minutes to reveal the fox perfectly stenciled onto his skin.  Big Cat prepped his tattoo gun and dipped the needle down in the black ink to trace the picture first and soon I heard the whirring loud hum as he pressed the needle to Eddie’s skin.

He slightly flinched but soon relaxed as Big Cat proceeded to trace along the picture.

“Since this will take a while, why don’t you go into the kitchen and on the cabinet drawer right under the sink is some ibuprofen, take two of those for yourself.” He suggested to me.

“Trust me sweetheart, you’ll want to especially for your first time.” Eddie advised.  I walked over to his kitchen area and opened the drawer until I found it.  I uncapped it, dumbed out two pills before popping them into my mouth and swallowed them.

I walked back over to Eddie and Big Cat and watched as Big Cat continued to trace and fully draw out the fox tattoo.  It took about a full hour and a half, maybe even two hours for him to finally get done with the fox tattoo but it looked so beautiful once it was done.

“Alright Munson, now just hang here for a bit cause I wanna measure out where to line that up with the wolf tattoo.”  Eddie stood up from the chair and helped me into it now while Big Cat restocked and changed the needle in his gun.  

He prepped my arm with the moisturizer wipe before waving Munson over to place our arms together so that way he could line up the pictures together.  Once he had it, he placed the wolf picture over my arm and pressed down on it.

“You nervous?”

“A bit to be honest. Just heard all the horror stories from some people or how they got sick after getting their tattoos done.”

“That’s just cause those assholes are too lazy to swipe out the needle before they do the next person. I may look mean and scary but at least you’ll know that I’ll keep you healthy with a clean and new needle every time.” Just like Eddie after a few minutes he slowly peeled the paper off and I saw the design in purple on my arm.

This is it, this was really happening.  Once that needle gets to my skin, there’s no going back. I felt Eddie’s hand grasp my left one and I turned to him.

“Deep breath sweetheart.” He and I both took a deep breath in before exhaling out.  We did that a few times until I felt the prick of the needle on my skin.  I hissed and tensed up.  “It’ll hurt more if you’re tense babe, try to relax. Just focus on me, okay?” I nodded before taking another deep breath in then exhaled.

“Guess I should’ve brought in my comics so you could read them to me.”

“Well maybe there’s next time.”

“If you want, I’ve got some comics in the back. Now they’re not Avengers or their solo comics. Just Batman, Daredevil and Spiderman.”

“No way. I love the Daredevil and Spiderman.”

“No kidding! Dude I’ve never known a woman to like comics let alone know anything about them!”

“Oh Big Cat, she knows everything about those two street-leveled heroes.” Eddie said as he wrapped his tattoo up in some protective wrap and bandages.

“So which is your favorite? Daredevil or Spiderman?” Big Cat asked me as he kept tracing over the wolf tattoo.

“God they’re both so great, but I guess if I had to choose it’d have to be The man without fear.”

“Hardcore, love that. Yeah Daredevil’s the shit man. I’m hoping for my next tat design to be Daredevil himself. It’s a work in progress but can’t get the damn gargoyle to look how I want it.”

“When you’re done I’d like to see it, if that’s alright.”

“For a fellow DD fan, anything.” Big Cat said with a grin before returning back to focus on the tattoo.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to replace me.” Eddie mocked teasingly.

“Don’t you even go there.”

“No, no I get it. Just because I’m not a comic nerd like you, you go off and find someone else. I see how it is.”

“You big boob you know I love you, and will always educate you on any comic should you desire so.”

“Think I’ll stick to my fantasy genre thank you very much.” I stuck my tongue at him as Big Cat continued on with my tattoo and the two of us talked about our favorite comics and issue numbers.

“Oh hell no! You can’t beat out the double issue of Spiderman 121-122 the Death of Gwen Stacy!” I told him.

“You serious? She had it coming nah dude. If you want a real comic, it’s hands down Batman Detective comic #395. Lots of horror and gothic aspects man. Totally insane read and really fucked up my mind.”

“You sure you also weren’t getting stoned while you were reading it?” I sassed at him.  I heard Eddie let out a snort as he kept in his laugh behind his hand.  Big Cat scowled at me before saying.

“If you weren’t also a Daredevil lover, I’d personally make this hurt a lot worse than it is now.” I stuck up my nose at him letting out a small humpf.

Eventually my tattoo was finally done and after Eddie wrapped it up just like his was, Eddie thanked him and said.

“Thanks for getting us on short notice BC.”

“Don’t worry about it dude, but don’t let it happen again. You’re lucky your girl already had the drawing ready and was in perfect condition for me to trace. And you, tie-die, we’re gonna have another debate about comics should you come by these parts again.”

“I’m counting on it. I’ll have a full speech ready and everything.”

“Uh-oh better watch out Big Cat. Roxxi here practically smoked everyone whenever it came to debates. She could truly pass off as the female Matt Murdock attorney at law.”

“Oh I’m counting on it. Later dudes.”

“See yah.”

“Bye. Thank you.” Eddie and I soon exited Big Cat’s trailer and we headed back to ours for what Eddie called the TLC time to let our arms heal up.

As the day went on, the pain in my arm was starting to increase and on the borders of the bandages I could feel my skin starting to ich. I didn’t know whether to massage or scratch at my arm but just before I could lift my hand to do something about it, Eddie’s hands immediately clasped over mine.

“I know babe. The first tattoo I got drove me fuckin crazy. But you can’t touch it, it’ll get infected or make it hurt worse.”

“Isn’t there anything I could maybe put on it to ease up the itchiness?”

“Not for the first couple of days. Medicine could slip through the bandage and infect the skin or worse screw up the ink. And trust me when I say you do not wanna mess up a perfect piece of art created by Big Cat. The last man to do that, was never seen again.” He said the last part in a haunting manner that he’ll sometimes do as the DM.

“You’re making that up.” I said shoving him playfully.

“Okay that part was a lie, but I wasn’t joking about messing up Big Cat’s artwork. I mean I love the guy but damn he is a monster when it comes to people screwing up his art.”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.” I muttered.

“What was that?” he asked.

“You heard me babe. You are the exact same way when you’re in the zone with your campaigns. Especially the one you’re planning for next year after the winter break. ‘The Cult of Vecna’.”

“It’s a multitude, complex campaign full of twists and turns that I won’t even let you in on.” I rolled my eyes.

“And you’ve just proven my point.”

“Oh that’s it c’mere you!” he pulled me in close and blew a raspberry into the ticklish spot on the side of my neck which made me let out a shriek as I tried to pull away from him.  “I would have you handcuffed to this bed and tickle torture you until you apologized for what you said. But I’m refraining because you’ve got a boo-boo arm.”

“A what?” I laughed.

“You heard me.” He gently took my right arm and brought it up to his lips where I felt him gingerly kiss just a few inches away from the wrapped bandage.  “But I gotta say sweetheart, you were really brave today. Your first tattoo and you didn’t even scream once. I’ve seen like bodybuilders scream like babies whenever they get a tattie from Big Cat.”

“I mean it did hurt like hell, at least for the first half hour he did the basic outline. It also helps that I’ve had worse pain than this.” I looked up at Eddie who looked at me solemnly.  He tucked a strand of my tri-colored hair out from my eyes before he kissed the crown of my head.

“Hey just think though,” he raised my right arm before lifting up his left arm and placing it as close to mine as possible.  “In a few days, we’ll take these bandages off and our matching tats will be in full display. Letting everyone in the world know that I am yours and you are mine.”

“My Papa Wolf.”

“My Mama Fox.” We turned to look into each other’s eyes.

I swear the first thing that attracted me to Eddie all those years ago were his big, brown soulful eyes.  It was like looking into the personified form of safety.  Eddie’s eyes always held such comfort and warmth which reflected his accepting personality.  Back in the day when the stress of being Hawkin’s ‘Aerial Queen’ got too much for me, it was Eddie’s soft, brown eyes that always grounded me and gave me love and safety.

He was the only one who saw pass the whole façade that I was forced to live by and allowed me to be myself around him.  I could be vulnerable and not feel ashamed about it. While he wouldn’t patronize or underplay how I was feeling, he’d provide a shoulder to cry on, a warm embrace, and words of affirmation.

Eddie Munson is and will always be my soulmate.

I buried my face into his neck as I played with the ends of his hair while he wrapped his right arm around me bringing me closer to him as I felt him kiss my forehead and snuggle in close to me.

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Toddler Madness

Chapter Name: Park Aftermath Part: 3 Pairing: Frostiron     Rating: T Summary: Loki isn't doing too good after Bruce hulked out. But, at least Tony's there to help him out. And Tony has some important phone calls to make.

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“How are you doing?”

Tony ran his fingers through Loki's jet-black hair. He’s been doing this for at least an hour, calming the distraught Trickster. Loki’s head is against Tony’s shoulder and his fingers touching the cool metal of the reactor in Tony’s chest. The god’s breathing had evened over that time and his heart calmed too. And tony is glad for this. At least he knows that Loki is recovering from what happened earlier. Tony snorts, he has a few words for the paparazzi that had ruined the day. But that’s for another time.

“Tired, hot, and sweating,” Loki grumbled. The God is regretting his choice of clothing for the day.

“Well, you are wearing ten pounds of armor and five pounds of leather.” The inventor smirked. He can feel the snort Loki gave. “That doesn’t work well against New York heat.”

“Fury never told me what was going on. So, I had gotten battle-ready as a precaution.” The trickster grumbles bringing his hand up to fan his face.

“Okay, I’ll give you that.” Tony huffs, indeed it’s very hot out and the Stark isn’t going to complain about the other’s grouchiness. “It’s going to be a long walk back to the Tower.”

“I dread this walk.”

It’s been at least an hour and a half since the two had gotten up and started their trek back to the Tower. And over that time, they have been stopped many times. Mostly cause many people wanted to see a half-naked Stark up close. Some even got hands or tried too. Much to Loki’s annoyance. The trickster is sweating, his clothes sticking to his frame, and his head is beginning to hurt. After the fiftieth time of being stopped, the two are finally walking again. Loki leaned his body against Tony’s, he’s feeling so ill.

“The next mortal that comes up and tries to touch you, I’m ripping their arms off.” Loki hisses under his breath.

“Loki, no need to get violent.” Tony patted the Norse deity’s shoulder in a comforting manner. “I’m known for being a playboy.”

Another growl leaves Loki’s lips, nostrils flaring. “You’re mine. Playboy or not.”

“Sure, dear, sure.” Tony snorts amused.

Loki lets his eyes wander the buildings of New York. To think that he wanted to take over the planet and had destroyed this city. He can still see the slow repairs. Loki shivers, remembering what had happened to him with Thanos and the Chitauri. But with the help of the Avengers and Thor, Loki had begun to recover. Though he still fears that Thanos will come for him. But, he knows that Thor is speaking with Odin about this. That was until the thunderer turned into a toddler.

“You think the kids are okay?” Loki turns his eyes to Tony.

Tony rubbed the God’s back. “Pepper’s looking after them,” Tony noted the relaxed look of the Trickster’s face.

“My head hurts.” The green and black cladded being whined, leaning more into Tony’s frame. “I feel like I’m about to be sick.”

Tony let a small smile pull on his lips. “Heat and stress. Once we get to the Tower, you can relax and cool off.”

Loki had finished the bottled water long ago. His mouth parched, like the desert sands of the middle east. And the sun is beating New York with its heat and the Trickster is beginning to pant. Tony did his best to keep the God in the shade, but it still didn’t help. Oh, Norns, what did he do to deserve this?

“Tony!”

The inventor looked up and smiled. Oh, thank the gods, help has arrived. It’s Happy, his driver. He’s been with Tony for a while and he’s a very reliable man. The man had a bottle of water in his hands and Tony smiled big again. Finally some relief for him and the Trickster.

“Happy, you are a God sent.”

Tony called out in a please tone. Happy gave them the bottle and within a few seconds, the water is gone. They headed to the car. “Come on, RG, get in.” Tony urged the male into the car. Soon Tony and Happy hopped in.

“Step on it, Hap,” Tony called from the back.

Once at the Tower, Tony helped Loki to the elevator. The two leaned against the back wall, Loki’s head nestled in the crook of Tony’s neck. The Norse being inhaled the musty scent of the mortal and sighs. Tony smiles and runs his fingers through black hair. The elevator dings and opens to the floor. Tony walks Loki to his room and gets him settled into his bed. After getting him into more comfortable, cooler clothes. Now nestled on his green and gold bed sheets, Loki buries his head into his pillow. He’s wearing a green t-shirt and a pair of gray shorts.

“Can you see how the kids are doing?” Loki mumbles. Starting to fall asleep.

Tony shakes his head in amusement. “Yeah, I can see how they're doing?”

“Do you want me to keep an eye on Mr. Laufeyson, sir?”

The A.I.’s voice spoke up and startled Loki. Tony chuckles as Loki settles back into his bed. The inventor placed a blanket up to Loki’s waist as the Trickster yawned, nuzzling his face into his pillow. His green eyes half-hidden by his eyelids.

“Tell that voice to use my name. I don't...like...Laufeyson…” Loki’s eyes closed and soon his snoring.

“You heard him, Jar,” Tony called to the A.I. softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping god. He headed out of the room and closed the door. “And, yes, do keep an eye on him.”

“Understood, sir.”

Tony walked to the penthouse and found Pepper sitting on the sofa, holding a sleeping Peter. Or what appeared to be a sleeping Peter. Pepper looked up and smiled as Tony approached the couch. Peter lifted his head, blinked for a few moments and lay his head back down on the woman’s shoulder. Guess he’s not sleeping. Looking around Tony didn’t see the other kids. Where did they go? Playing hide and seek?

“How're the little brats?” Tony jests with a smile on his face. Making Pepper smile as well.

“Their not brats, Tony. And they're fine, napping away.” The CEO rolled her eyes, a smirk pulling on her lips. She’s used to the billionaire's way of joking. “Bruce had a hard time, though.”

Tony noted the tone in Pepper’s voice had become low. “Can’t blame him. Not after he hulked out.”

Peter lifted his head and babbled in his baby way. Whether he sensed the change in mood or noticed the dropping face, he didn’t like it. So, he wanted to change it. And what better way than to get Tony to hold him. Or get attention to be focused on him. Worked both ways.

“Hey, little guy.” Tony muses as Pepper hands the baby to him. Said baby giving a wide smile. “what ya doin?”

“Wanting you.” Pepper snorted, rubbing her nose. Something about Peter seems to help calm Tony. It’s strange, but she isn’t going to question it. Strange is the least descriptive word she’d use for today. “So, what happened?”

“Well, a package came to the tower. It was opened and everyone around it turned into toddlers. Or in Peter’s case, a baby.” Tony justered to the baby on his shoulder. Who’s happily drooling on his shirt again. Why his shirt? “Fury called Loki and that lead to a small...disagreement. After that, we took the kids to get lunch and headed to the park. But that's ruined cause of the media and Loki having an episode. Bruce than hulked out.”

Pepper nodded. At least that explained why five adults become toddlers and Peter became a baby. The redhead didn’t even question what Tony had told her. Having once dated him for a few years and being the CEO of Stark industries. She knows that strange things can happen in Tony’s presence. Tony is like a beacon for weird and strange. “And why did Loki have an episode?” Pepper asks as Tony leans against the sofa. Tony points to the TV and Pepper unmutes it. It’s about Tony, Loki, and the kids. At one point the news shows what happened at the Park. Including Loki being shoved, falling, and having an episode. And then Bruce Hulking out. Pepper looked at Tony with an unamused look. “Nevermind.”

Tony blinked and straighten up. “That reminds me...I have a few calls to make.” The billionaire startled walking to the minibar. He wasn’t there for a drink, but the phone.

“So, what we gonna do about dinner?” Pepper asks, arms dangling off the back of the sofa.

“Not a clue,” Tony called.

Pepper figured as much. With most of his team being toddlers and a baby, not much thinking has been done with the short amount of time. It’s hasn’t even been a day and shits been thrown into the deep end. Loki’s out of commission for the rest of the day. When he has his episodes of flashbacks, he tends to sleep for at least twelve hours or more. Loki’s a light sleeper, but with his flashbacks, he falls into a deep sleep. So the God of Mischief is a no-go for now. Pepper spots Peter falling asleep on Tony’s shoulder and smiles. That baby spider is cute, she’ll admit to herself.

“I think it’s time Peter has a nap.”

Tony looked at the infant on his shoulder and mentally agreed with Pepper. The little spider child is drooling on his shirt, half his fist tucked into his mouth. Why do his shirts end up with baby drool? What about his clothes attracts babies to drool all over them? Tony’s not complaining about it, but it’s a bit annoying feeling your shirt wet with saliva. Looking up, Tony saw Pepper standing up and walking over to him. She held out her arms and he understood what she means.

“Yeah, he’s about to hit the snooze button.” Tony passes Peter to the redhead, though the kid does give a little whine of protest. “Relax buddy, I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Still haven’t figured what we’ll do,” Pepper interjected with a knowing look.

“Yeah...still working on that.” Tony mumbles.

But, first, a few phone calls need to be made. And maybe a drink.

#toddler madness fic #frostiron #loki laufeyson #loki (marvel) #tony stark #pepper potts #loki fanfic #tony stark fanfiction #toddler madness part 3 #toddler madness chapter 3 #chap 3: Park Aftermath

[chicgeekgirl89]

The Way Our Horizons Meet: Chap. 3

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand

A/N: This chapter takes place after the events of 1x10.

Read Chapters 1-2 Here on AO3

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Hey.

Another text flashed across his phone again a few days later. He’d stayed at the intersection to help with the aftermath of the solar storm and subsequent traffic accidents. After T.K. had basically broken up with him (could you break up if you’d never been officially together?) it hadn’t seemed right to follow him into the ambulance despite the alarming sight of blood staining his shirt. It wasn’t his place, wasn’t his right, to go and hold T.K.’s hand while they stitched him together again.

And then, just as Carlos had collapsed onto the couch at home, fully prepared to wallow in his post-breakup-not-breakup misery, there it was. A text. Just that one word again. His fingers hovered over the keys as he debated how to respond. Or if he even should at all. God damn this man. How could one word have such a powerful hold over him?

Before he could make a decision the entire phone lit up with T.K.’s name, the insistent vibration indicating an actual phone call. Carlos answered before he could stop himself. “Hey is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good, it was just a couple stitches,” T.K. said. His voice sounded off though, strained. Carlos immediately wondered if he was in pain or if something else was going on. “Look I—can we talk?”

He couldn’t. He was too exhausted after their first conversation and subsequent near death experience. “To be honest T.K., I’m not sure I can take being your emotional support right now,” Carlos said. “I really like you and I—I’m not sure I’m prepared to be just friends or something.”

Seriously. His heart couldn’t handle it. 

“No that’s not—I—“ T.K. paused for a second. “I think…this afternoon, I think I figured some things out.”

“Okay,” Carlos said, waiting. If T.K. wanted something from him he was going to have to come right out and say it.

“Is there any chance, I know this is asking a lot, but I was wondering if you could come by the station?” T.K. said, his voice shaky. “I just…this would be a lot easier in person.”

Yes! His mind and other parts of his anatomy screamed at him. Throw caution to the wind! Follow your heart! Who cares if it doesn’t last?  

He took a breath and steeled himself against the desire and lust coursing through his veins. “Listen, T.K., if you don’t want us to be a thing that’s fine. But I’m not really good with this on again, off again, friends with benefits things okay? That’s just not who I am,” Carlos said, his throat tight.

“No I—god I’m totally fucking this up I’m sorry. I really like you too Carlos. Like a lot. Like a scary amount of a lot.” T.K. took a breath. “I’ve been so afraid of…everything lately. Of losing my dad. Of messing things up. Of myself. And…I’ve been scared to be with you because I…” his voice caught, “I have really strong feelings for you. And I’m not sure I really deserve you but, I thought you should know, I don’t want to be just friends. I…I want to see what we are. What we could be.”

Oh. Oh shit. Carlos was glad he was already sitting down because suddenly he felt lightheaded, dizzy with the rush of emotions flooding through his body.  His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he was sure T.K. could hear it through the phone. 

“Carlos?” T.K. asked and he realized he hadn’t said anything for too long.

“I’m here,” Carlos said.

“It’s okay if you’re not—if you just want to move on I get it.” T.K. sounded resigned now and Carlos scrambled to come up with words to reassure him.

“I don’t want to move on,” he said quickly. “You said you’re at the firehouse? “Yeah.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

He’d never found it quite so difficult to follow the speed limit, but somehow he made it in one piece. The bays were open and he spotted T.K. talking with the rest of his team. He looked good. Lighter somehow. 

Their eyes met and Carlos felt all of the tension of the last fews weeks drain away as T.K. walked toward him. “I’m really glad you’re here,” T.K. said as they wrapped their arms around each other.

“Me too,” Carlos said.

“I’ve been such a dick,” T.K. said as he pulled back a little.

Carlos shook his head. “It’s been a rough couple weeks. I respect that you needed some time.” He swallowed and gently cradled T.K.’s face in his hand, thumb stroking his cheek. “Come on.” He took T.K.’s hand and began pulling him toward the car.

“Where are we going?”

Carlos just smiled. “Do you trust me?”

Within forty-five minutes they were out in the field. “Is this like, the make out spot? You bring all your dates out to an empty field like this?” T.K. asked as they parked.

Carlos smiled. “Actually I’ve never brought anyone out here.” He wasn’t sure exactly why he’d chosen to share this spot with T.K. In fact his stomach was fluttering with nerves about it and he’d almost turned the car around half a dozen times. 

“Well then I’m honored,” T.K. said with a grin. Then his eyes narrowed. “Unless you brought me out here to murder me in which case I am very not into that.”

“I’m a cop, T.K.”

“Which means you’re above murder?”

Carlos grinned. “It means that I would definitely get away with it.”

“Haha. Seriously though. What is this place?”

Carlos cleared his throat, butterflies in full effect. “It’s…a place I come to when I need to think. When I need to just…be. I thought after today, maybe we both needed that.”

T.K. nodded. “Yeah. I think we do.”

The sun was just beginning to sink, the sky ablaze with the end of the day as Carlos and T.K. settled on the car’s hood. Carlos caught a slight wince as T.K. tried to get comfortable. “You okay?” He suddenly realized that maybe T.K. was in pain and wanted to go home and get some rest rather than sit in a dusty cornfield. “Is your chest—“

“It’s fine,” T.K. assured him. “Just popped a couple stitches, nothing major. They fixed me up.”

“Are you sure? If you’d rather go home—“

T.K. took his hand. “Carlos I promise, this is where I want to be right now. Right here with you.”

They sat for a while in silence, eyes trained on the darkening horizon and then the stars that began to scatter themselves across the heavens. “Wow,” T.K. murmured, leaning back so he was lying on the hood of the car. “We don’t see stars like this in New York.”

“Texas definitely knows how to put on a show,” Carlos said.

“You know you didn’t tell me before on the phone,” T.K. said. “I mean I was kind of assuming from the way you dragged me out here to your secret spot that you were still into this. But I know I’ve kind of given you the runaround lately so—”

Carlos squeezed his hand. “Yes, T.K. I am definitely still into this. Into you.” He gave a sharp laugh. “I’m not sure I know how not to be into you. It’s…a little terrifying.”

“I’ve been called a lot of things. Terrifying isn’t usually one of them,” T.K. said, an amused expression on his face.

Carlos smiled and then his eyes grew serious. “I want things to be clear,” he said quietly. “I’m not asking for promises, or labels or something, I just…I want us to know where we stand with each other. I need to know where we stand with each other.”

T.K. nodded. “That’s totally fair.”

“So…”

“So I guess we’re…dating?” T.K. said. “Is that—are you okay with that?”

“Yeah,” Carlos said quickly. “Yes that’s…I can do dating.”

He wanted more, so much more, but he was willing to wait. To let T.K. come to him when he was comfortable. “I can definitely do dating. You’ve kind of gotten to me, Tyler Kennedy.”

T.K. wrinkled his nose. “Oh god. I really wish I hadn’t gotten arrested so you didn’t know that.”

“You don’t like your name?” Carlos asked.

“No, it’s what my mom calls me when I’m in trouble,” T.K. said. 

“How is she handling everything? I mean, first you move across the country, then you get shot…”

T.K. rolled his eyes. “She’s handling it the way she handles most things. Overwhelming concern and smothering with a heavy dose of threatened litigation. She’s called every day, both me and my dad, I’ve gotten about four thousand text messages, and I’m sure the minute she walks through the door I’ll be force fed something. She means well.”

“I know you and your dad are close, but you haven’t talked much about your mom,” Carlos said. “Do you miss her out here?”

T.K. took a breath and put a hand behind his head. “Yeah, of course I do. But I needed to leave New York. And she understood that.”

“I’d like to know,” Carlos said softly. “More about what happened in New York. Sometime. When you’re ready.”

T.K. blew out a breath. “That’s…a messy story.”

“I can handle messy.”

“God. How perfect are you exactly?” T.K. asked with a shaky laugh.

“I am very far from perfect,” Carlos said honestly. He interlocked his fingers with T.K.’s “But I guess being with you brings out the best in me.”

T.K. leaned forward and Carlos met him halfway, lips connecting in a sweet kiss. There was less urgency than with their previous kisses. This was a kiss they could linger in. One that whispered they were safe, they had time.

Carlos quickly found they were too far apart and reached for T.K.’s hip, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together. T.K. broke the kiss with a smile on his face. “I thought you didn’t bring people out here to make out.”

“What can I say? Sometimes I like to break the rules.” Carlos grinned before his lips sought T.K.’s once more. 

They laid there a long time, exploring, teasing, just being with one another as the northern lights shimmered in the sky above. After a while Carlos’ arm began to go numb and the chilly night air crept in. He felt T.K. shiver and reluctantly pulled away. “I should get you home,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”

“Or…” T.K. said slowly.

Carlos raised his eyebrows. “Or?”

“Or we could spend the night at your place.”

Carlos felt something go tight within his lower belly. The thought of T.K. in his home, in his bed all night long…He shook his head. “Yeah I don’t really want to be responsible for ripping your stitches out again. Your dad would kill me.” “Well then we’ll just have to be careful,” T.K. said with a smirk.

Carlos laughed as he slid off the hood of the car. “I’m not sure careful is something you do very well. One of us has to be the responsible adult here. Come on.” He reached for T.K.’s hand and pulled him gently to the ground. “Besides. You coming over and spending the night seems like more of a boyfriend thing than a dating thing.”

T.K. stopped, a hand on the car door. “What if I want this to be a boyfriend thing?”

Carlos felt that tug in his lower belly again. “Then…I would want that too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay…?”

“Okay, let’s go to your place.” T.K. grinned and disappeared into the car.

Carlos sucked in a breath and sent a last look up at the stars before he slid into the driver’s seat. “Okay then. Let’s go.”

#911 Lone Star #Tarlos #Carlos Reyes #T.K. Strand #The Way Our Horizons Meet #Chapter 3 #911 LS #Sweet boys #So fluffy #Tarlos Fic

[themaybewoman]

Tagged by the lovely @foxesandmagic <3 Thank yeee, friendo!

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Sooooo many folders to sorta through, whoops! Below are a mix of drabbles, one-shots, and multi-chap WIPS but to label them specifically would get much wordier than it's already turning out. Also! This is a great way to organise things in my head and prioritise (bc jeezus i really do need that). Feel free to interact through asks or DMs to ask questions about any of the following!!!

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"Across State Lines" - Parks and Rec (oc)

"Adrian's Legacy" - MCU (oc)

"bc the parallels are too great" - Cobra Kai/Star Wars

"Circumstantial" - Psych/Lie To Me

"Cosmic Symphonies" - Arrowverse

"Denney Canon-Integration and/or Soulmate AU musings" - Scrubs

"Doctorhood" - Psych

"Encyclopedia Shawn" - Psych

"FFH Tony Rewrite" - MCU

"Go Big or Go Home | Shawn/Peter/Tony | genius brunettes AU" - Psych/Fringe/MCU

"In Need of a War" - Doctor Who (oc)

"Infiltrated" - MCU

"Locked Up" - MCU (oc)

"Meta-Kids" - Arrowverse

"mobsters + hospitals + Eo/Ana + Mel" - Arrowverse

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"pub hopping & screenshot" - Ted Lasso

"rainbow road" - Psych

"Self-Reliance" - Psych/DCAU

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"Conforth and Lassiter" - Psych

"dancing 'round the ambiguity" - Psych

"divorce impending nooooo not really" - Psych

"endgame takes longer" - MCU (oc)

"Family Matters" - Psych

"hungry hungry speedsters" - Arrowverse

"Jake + Rosa's Academy Days" - B99

"Mr. Yin Presents the Aftermath!" - Psych

"Shawn's House of Memories" - Psych

"shawn preseries whump - on the lam" - Psych

"The Only Thing You Know" - Arrowverse

"The Worst Mistake" - MCU

"Want It to be like ~Messy~" - Arrowverse

"Wonderland" - Arrowverse

"worried" - MCU

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"Bitter Ends" (main piece to companion "Deja Vu")

"Follow Through"

"past the moon - rework to plausibility"

"Six Years in the Making"

"werewolf mania"

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[boxboysandotherwhump]

Pain is the key.

Found this chapter I started to write in dezember and finished it. I’m kinda happy how it turned out after some editing and completing touches :3 (at around 4 in the morning *cough*) So I’m gonna share it with you guys.

CW: consensual masochism, mutant whumpee, aftermath of a fight/ trauma, kind of soft and consensual whump (?) in the second half,

Sahar was like a stone in a river bed, time rushing over and around him, a gentle steady stream passing him by.

The sun’s golden hue cast warm shadows on the small bedroom walls, coloring the slanted wood beams sticking out of them a dark honey.

Green eyes lost to gravity’s pull and fell close. The sun had nearly vanished behind the flower tops when they fluttered open again.

Someone must have sneaked in and turned on the fairy lights. Their tiny orange, red and purple bulbs created soft glowing patterns on the many pillows and blankets Sahar had curled up under, shivering faintly despite their warmth.

Pain still held his body captive, a low sizzle igniting the nerves of his arm whenever he moved or, the woods show him mercy, shifted onto his right side.

It had settled into a dull, almost mercifully soft pulsing that let Sahars mutation calm a little while his body fell in and out of dozing sleep.

The growth and hardening of his arm came and vanished with the pains in his life, almost like a shield living under his skin. Only that it endangered him more often than it had saved him. 

Up until now.

One shaking hand reached gingerly for the teacup that had been left on his usually overstuffed desk. Someone had stacked the heaps of books and strewn about notes in two orderly piles, a safe distance away from the still steaming mug.

Ansgar.

A gentle smile found its way on chapped lips as the tea's soft scent tickled Sahar’s nose. He inhaled deeply.

“Hmmm. Lavender.”

He was about to take the first tentative sip when three sharp knocks rapped on his door.

Sahar flinched, hurring to curl back up under his blankets. He nearly spilled some of the piping hot tea as he scrambled to cover his partly mutated arm. The bandages rubbed over the still tender wound and had him bite back an agonized hiss.

Who was that?

Neither Ansgar nor Moira knocked like that. Brusque and impatient.

Maybe this Gideon boy had spilled after all and the villagers had come to-

“Sahar? Are you awake?” Charlotte’s muffled voice was laced with a worry that not even the thick wooden door could conceal.

Heart buzzing in his chest like a agitated bumblebee, Sahar pulled the blankets up to his chin and rasped: “Yes. I I I’m, I’m awake.”

A soft chuckle came from behind the door, its handle already creaking. “May I come in then?”

Sahar gave a small nod, realizing only belatedly that Charlotte couldn’t even see him. “Yeah. Oh- oh- okay.”

A worried smile graced Charlotte’s lips as she glided through the door. Kicking it shut behind her. A basket dangled from her elbow, ruffling the long sleeve of her black dress. Its high neck covered most of the green bluish bruises blooming around her neck. But Sahar knew that they were there, and why.

Guilt took a hold of his heart. Seized it like an ice cold hand that had slipped between his ribs and squeezed. Tight.  He shuddered, violently enough for  the blankets to slide from his shoulders and pool in his lap. Accompanying the shame dropped low in his stomach.

Charlotte dropped the basket, eyes blown wide with worry as she rushed to his side. 

The mattress gave under her weight as she leaned forward, one hand braced next to his knee. A fine boned wrist stuck out from her sleeve, revealed the ghosts of makeup covered bruises.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He couldn't tear his eyes from them.

“What what what’s with you? Does does does it still- does it hurt?”

“That tiny scratch?” She chuckled, eyes crinkling with her lopsided smile. “I had more severe injuries from dance practice to be honest. This is a walk in the park, compared to a sprained ankle.”

A small snort escaped Sahar and he finally dared to look up. “Kinda funny is is is, isn’t it?”

Charlotte leaned closer. Quirked a meticulously plugged eyebrow. “What? My pun-tastic talent? The kids told me I greatly improved.”

“No.” Sahar shook his head, fingers tapping a light rhythm over soft blankets, unsure if he had missed some hidden joke. Should he ask what the pun had been? Or just answer the question? 

 “No no no. Funny that, that they had something like like like, something like parks. Back then.”

“Hmm.” She sat down next to him, a wistful smile in her voice. “The old cities must have been enormous to hold trees inside.”

“Yeah. But I read some- some- somewhere that they were also way way way smaller, in, in the past.” 

“That’s true.” Charlotte nodded her agreement. “But they must have been enormous still. Even if the old trees were not much bigger than today's flowers.” She turned to him, blue eyes boring into his. An almost playful smile dances on her lips, contrasting the sternes of her tone. “Now, stop dodging my question. How are you? And what is-”

Her eyes dropped to his arm.

Sahar took a deep breath and began to talk.

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 “So it has to hurt for your mutation to grow?”

Eyes fixed on the blue little flowers printed onto one of his blankets Sahar gave a hesitant nod. His human hand tingled where Charlotte had grabbed it and stopped him from digging his fingers into the still throbbing wound of his slightly mutated arm. 

He’d always been bad with words, growing worse the more emotional he got. And talking about his mutation- had never gone particularly well.  

So instead of fumbling through explanations that escaped him like francied bees, fleeing his mouth in an unintelligible buzz, he decided to just show her. 

And what better way to reveal the nature of his flesh, than to tear into it. Rip the curtain of heroics and pain hazed memories aside and show Charlotte the fertilizer his mutation feasted on was his own pain.

A protective shield of hardened cells cursed to forever be triggered after harm had already been done.  

“Yeah. Pain, pain is the, the key.” 

The alarmed look on Charlotte’s face gave way to curiosity now, only that she wasn’t looking at his mutation any longer.

Her eyes were fixed on Sahar’s face instead and his cheeks began to burn under her scrutiny.

He didn’t know what she was searching for. Only that he was too afraid to glance up, so he just sat there, staring at his flower sheets, fingers tapping over them in the jittery rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I know a better way to hurt you than to reopen your wound.” Her voice was a warm murmur, and Sahar wasn’t sure if she’d really spoken those next words at all. Too lost in the feeling of a hot exhale ghosting over his cheek.  “You sweet silly boy.”

There was a hint of cream coffee in her breath and a warm shiver raced up Sahar's spine. He finally peeked up at her, voice barely a breath as he asked. “How?”

A warm smile played around her soft lips. “Give me your hand. No. The other one.”

Sparks bloomed in Sahar’s fingertips and rushed up his arm. He slowly held his human hand up for her to take, to do with him as she pleased. 

A hot prickling feeling that Sahar couldn’t quite place as good or bad had him shudder.

Her soft fingertips were pleasantly cool as they held his trembling hand.

“You can say no.” A nail grazed ever so gently over his knuckles. Sahars eyes nearly flutered close.

“What, what what.” He began, throat suddenly bone dry. “What will will will you do?”

“There is a pressure point,” Charlotte whispered, massaging gentle circles into the soft flesh between his thumb and pointer finger. “Exactly, here.” She pressed down, let the faintest promise of pain bloom under his skin.

Breath hurtled into his lungs in a single sharp inhalation. He could hardly stand to be looked at like this, to be seen, when new emotions crashed and clashed through his trembling body. Birthed into existence by Charlotte’s touch. 

Her brows crumbled in concern. Blue eyes wandered over his burning face, studied the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

Sahar had always tried to avoid getting hurt, had always fought to keep his pain hidden away, buried so deep within, he himself had nearly grown numb to it. That someone wouldn’t chastise him for hurting, even wanted to see his pain. With no intention to harm. That idea was-

The heavy beating of his heart made him light headed. 

“Sahar?”

“It’s it’s it’s it’s it- fine. Go go go, go ahead.”

There was the hint of hesitation before Charlotte pressed down, nails digging deep into his skin. The fine bone of Sahar’s thumb shifted to the side and a hot sparking pain ignited in his hand.

His eyes clenched shut, toes curling over the cold wood floor as he tried to sit still and endure it.

Charlotte pushed his hand back, her sharp nails digging even deeper into the resistance of his flexing wrist.

A pained moan was stuck in Sahar’s throat and his mouth fell open around a shuddering exhale.

His right arm grew and hardened with a soft crackle. The tips of his fingers elongated into sharp claws that threatened to slit the flower blanket. Sahar forced them to lay flat and motionless on the smooth fabric, biting back a low whimper. 

“God.” Charlotte breathed, released his trembling hand. “You are beautiful.”

Warm coffee breath tickled over his lips and his eyes fluttered open.

Hazy green met bottomless blue.

Charlotte’s pupils were blown wide, drinking in Sahar’s flushed face, his shuddering shoulders. There was a faint blush blooming across the bridge of her nose.

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Waylon X Eddie

Summery: After escaping the hell that is mount massive, Eddie and Waylon had been patching them self's to fix the damage. Murkoff however is not willing to release patients that easy. A new Murkoff CEO is hell bent on getting their two experiments back.

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language, sensitive topics, and gore

previous chap: Escape: Aftermath CH:14

next chap: Escape: Aftermath CH:16

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~Ch:15 Through the gut~

“there it is. Just need to get inside.” dame spoke with a victorious tone.

“where are most the guards?” Waylon said, more to himself then dame.

“you sure you’ll be alright in there?” Vorick asked with concern.

“i will, just take out the last few guards and ill handle the rest.” dame grinned.

“yes love.” Vorick grinned before knocking Waylon to the ground with his pipe. “stay there while I am gone!!” he growled down to Waylon, who was down in pain. He walked calmly to the building front getting the attention of guards before skewering them with the pipe or crushing there skulls in against the walls. Dame smiled with victory as he forced Waylon up and practically dragged him to the front door.

“all yours love.” Vorick smiled.

“yeah yeah. Give me that damned pipe!” dame said with a roll to his eyes and snatching the pipe away.

“if you call, ill come.” Vorick said, having kept his happy loving tone.

“go!!” dame commanded as he pushed Waylon ahead with the pipe. Waylon stumbled to a stop.

“no!! if we go. We'll be killed, I am not taking a step further.” Waylon growled. Dame had no patients for Waylon. In a swift sudden movement he drew back the pipe before shoving it into Waylon side.

“then Ill make you move.” dame growled as he pushed Waylon forward with the pipe stabbed into his side. Waylon had trouble taking in air with the sharp pain flashing repeatedly to his side. Only till he was shoved off and thrown into barkers room was he able to breath again. He watched blood seep from his side and pool into the mat carpet he was on. He put his hands over it, applying pressure. The blood still managing to seep through and pool over his fingers. Barker let out a growl from his spot. Angry that he was rudely disturbed by whoever.

“what is it now?!” he growled, looking over to who barged in with a dark glare. His glare disappeared when he saw Waylon on the floor, growing a wide grin at the sight.

“hello Barker.” dame grinned at him.

“and who are you? Bringing my troubles into my office.” Barker questioned.

“i am dame. Head of the fire maker experiment and research.” dame said, showing a sense of pride in his work.

“ah yes. The one who was demoted.”barker said, watching closely as Waylon rose painfully to his feet.

“i know the price for park. Hes proved great for the Walrider project in reports. Trust me, hes very important to the project. You've been hunting him and I’ve brought him unlike your useless pawns. I want my place back in my facility and my credit restored.” dame said. Waylon stood nearby, unable to do anything. His injured leg wouldn’t allow him to run and the injury in his side was already effecting his head.

“heh, you have no place with Murkoff. You were useless to us, which was why you were demoted. You cannot demand from me. Last I checked you were locked away in the arctic facility. Obviously mount massive isn’t the only facility needing some enforcement.” Barker said in a unamused tone.

“i brought him!! I did what you couldn’t!!” dame spoke furiously at Barker for the rejection.

“I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN HIM EVENTUALLY!!” Barker roared, standing from his desk. He opened a near by drawer, pulling out a silver gun. Dame and Waylon froze up in fear.

“VORICK!!”dame yelled behind him towards the door.

“you have more friends? No matter, they wont save you. My guards are already returning to me. They’ll finish you off.” Barker grinned, aiming the gun at dame. Waylon began to slowly inch toward the door. If he could just get passed the doors.

“where are you going Mr. park? Fortunately for you, I need you alive. Where are your friends?” Barker questioned. Waylon remained silent, unwilling to answer.

“tell me, or ill shoot your only good leg. Or worse.” Barker spoke with a sneer. Before Waylon could answer, Vorick burst through the doors. Knocking them off there hinges. Barker let out a aggravated growl after seeing the large patient. He let out a few shots into Vorick, which barely slowed him.

Barker leapt out of the way just before Vorick could crushed him. Instead smashing barkers desk in two. Barker reloaded his gun quickly before shooting up Voricks entire side. Vorick growled in pain as blood seeped from him. he decided against staying, retreating along with dame. Grabbing Waylon while fleeing out the door.

When they were away and free from barkers place they stopped in the forest. Vorick dropped Waylon harshly to the ground, taking back his pipe from dame.

“that was a bust.” Vorick said.

“shut up!!” dame glared.

“can we leave this town now?” Vorick asked.

“no use sticking around now.” dame grumbled.

“can we eat him then?” Vorick smiled down at the injured Waylon.

“not yet. Lets travel to the outskirts so we wont have to hide anymore. Ill cook him there.” dame said as he went to lead to there destination.

“you should probably eat now. You're emaciated.” Vorick said, forcing Waylon to get up again.

“i am not eating damned meat till I get into a better mood.” dame grumbled as he walked.

  Eddie was quick in following the trail. The rain finally letting up and no longer forcing him to rush before the prints could be washed away. He stopped when the prints lead to Barkers office. Eddie let out a deep growl as he saw Barker walking outside to his officers.

“did you find them?” Barker asked a officer.

“no sir. No signs.” the officer answered. Barker growled at this news.

“when will Charles get here with the maps?” Barker growled at another officer.

“soon sir.” the officer answered. Barker wasn’t happy with this news either. “my squad was able to gather some clues of where the 3 went.” the officer said.

“where?!” Barker hissed.

“we think there heading east.” the officer said.

“anything else?”

“no sir.” the officer answered, shaking his head quickly. Barker let out a frustrated sigh.

“i guess its something. Send a few scouting party’s out.” Barker huffed before heading into his office building.

“east, hmm.” Eddie thought, looking out toward the direction. He silently went around the Murkoff officers, searching. finding a trail of foot prints and blood in the mud. Eddie looked back towards the direction of the Murkoff personnel. He couldn’t afford to have Murkoff find this trail.

He broke off a near by branch, using it to sweep away his and the other tracks as he went along them. With the help of the water puddles and mud, the tracks were easily swept away.

He tracked them for hours. Eddie had slowed his pace for a while. The cold rain no longer numbing his leg and the strong burning in his arm returning. He stopped when he heard fighting. Eddie ran passed a few trees spotting Waylon fighting another person on the other side of a deep quick river.

“HEY!!” Eddie roared across the fast river. It caused the other to stop, leaving a beat up Waylon laying on the ground. waylon was panting heavily, being so tired from fighting.

“who are you?! And what do you want?!” dame yelled from across the river.

“LAY ONE FINGER ON MY DARLING AGAIN AND ILL SPREAD YOUR ORGANS ACROSS THE MUD!!” Eddie threatened with a dark tone.

“i don’t take kindly to those insulting my love stranger!!” Vorick growled loudly as he came out from between a pair of trees.

“neither do I!!” Eddie huffed. “now hand him back!!” Eddie growled.

“no. hes going to be our only meal for a while. If you want to join him you may!!” dame mocked.

“you wont live that long!! ILL FIND YOU!!” Eddie threatened.

“id like to see you try something!!” Vorick mocked.

Eddie let out a huff, hell bent on keeping his threats if its the last thing he does. He needed to find a way to cross the river. Swimming would be useless with his busted leg. He was hesitant to leave his spot, watching Waylon. Not much good he would be, only able to shout across.

He took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. It was going to rain soon with the way Eddies breath was showing in the air again. Eddie hoped it would come sooner, he did a lot better in the numbing cold.

He followed down the river, looking for any possible shallow spots. Anger building up in him that he was wasting time. His body was also starting to be worn down. He had been pushing himself all day. Pain in his leg no longer tolerable, the muscles permanently locked up.

When he finally did manage to find a shallow spot he waited till he got to the other side before resting. He let his swollen painful leg and burning arm soak in the shallow water to wash the pain away. only staying for a few minutes. It was going dark and he needed to find them before it turned pitch black and the rain came.

  Waylon was worried sick since he last saw Eddie on the other side of the river. He sounded sick and in pain. Waylon had been too worried about Eddie to care about his own pain. He was fighting so much with dame at a huge disadvantage. Dame is weak, but Vorick didn’t tolerate his love getting hurt. So all Waylon could do was stand there and take it.

“guess they liked there meat tender.” Waylon joked darkly in his head. He rested under close watch. Too beaten and injured to get anywhere. He didn’t know how long they'd keep him or exactly where they were going. He guessed to possibly the next town and that would take a few weeks of traveling. He was shoved away from his thoughts by a jab to the side. Waylon let out a hiss of pain, looking up to see dame.

“get up, were. Moving.” dame commanded down at him. Waylon glared and grumbled to himself before stiffly getting up. Trying his best to ignore the soreness and sharp pain shocking through his body. He was shoved forward once he was up, almost falling over.

“so where are we going?” Waylon asked, his exhaustion showing in his words.

“me and Vorick are heading over to the nearby town. You'll only get half way.” dame said.

“How'd I even get into this situation?” Waylon grumbled to himself.

“aww, don’t be down. Your friends coming isn’t he? I am sure hed love to join you for dinner.” dame mocked with a smile. Waylon couldn’t help himself and punched dame in the back of the head. Somehow it didn’t entirely knock dame to the ground. Waylon was then knocked to the back of his head with a pipe.

“fucking bitch!!” dame growled down at Waylon. Waylon let out a hiss of pain as he slowly got up, rubbing the back of his hand. He felt something warm and looked at his hand. It was dark, but he could still tell it was blood by the warm thickness of it.

“dammit, hope he didn’t break my skull.” Waylon growled in his head.

“get moving!!” Vorick commanded as he hit Waylon forward with a pipe to the ribs. Waylon let out a painful growl after Vorick hit the sensitive ribs. He did as he was told, continuing on with no arguments. Not like arguing would do any good. They traveled for hours.

“you should stop.” Vorick said to dame.

“i don’t wanna stop till were either closer to our city, or farther away from the other city.” dame said.

“we still have to get over the mountains though. And your not well enough for that. Please, just rest.” Vorick said.

“I SAID I AM FINE!!!” dame snapped.

“... very well, but you should rest.” Vorick said.

“ill rest on the damn mountain then, if it would make you shut up.” dame growled.

“i will. you know I just worry, mi amore.” Vorick smiled. Dame grumbled at those words.

They traveled till it was early morning. Stopping once they reached the foot of the mountains.

“will you sleep now?” Vorick asked.

“i said on the mountain. Learn to listen warthog.” dame growled.

“please love.” Vorick begged.

“no dammit!!! I am fine!!” dame roared.

“you need to rest, love.” Vorick stated.

“i am not resting till we're away from here!!” dame yelled.

As dame and Vorick went back and forth in arguing. Waylon saw his chance to try and slip away from the two. He quietly walked away, once he was out of there sight, he began to run. It wasn’t long before he heard yelling coming after him.

He looked back for just a moment, not noticing a halfway covered hole. He fell through landing down at the bottom with the branches his weight snapped through that once covered the top.

“aww, what happened?” dame mocked down to Waylon. Waylon looked up with a glare.

“are you going to get me out?” Waylon grumbled.

“...no. I am not dragging you any farther. This will make a great burning pit.” dame grinned.

“want another piece of cloth?” Vorick smiled to dame.

“yes, rip a good piece off to.” dame smiled.

“ never really cared for sleeves anyway.” Vorick said as he ripped the short sleeves off his shirt. Dame pulled out a match and lit the fabric, letting Vorick drop it onto the wood branches in the hole. The branches quickly caught on fire. Waylon was panicking in the hole. pushing the branches all on one side to try and avoid the growing flames.

“it does make a nice cooking pit. Holds the heat well.” Vorick laughed as he watched. His laughing stopped as he yelled in agony from Eddie stabbing him into the side. After yanking out his knife Eddie was hit away by Vorick. Eddies knife flew out of his hand and down into the pit with Waylon.

Waylon saw the knife land onto the burning branches. He knew he had to get it. With a deep breath and a quick lunge he was able to grab it with minimal burns to his hand and arm. He immediately dropped it when he realized how hot the knife was, once out of the fire. He waited a moment before carefully picking it up.

  Eddie had come running after seeing the smoke. Finding Waylon about to be cooked, he ran in and stabbed Vorick. Trying to take him out first though had become a quick problem. Eddie had to dodge and keep running. He couldn’t fight in his condition and especially without his knife or any weapon at all.

Dame had been avoid the battle, staying near by the pit. While Vorick chased Eddie around the trees. Eddie managed to dodge a stab with the pipe, he grabbed it and yanked it forward enough to just stab it into Voricks foot as he ran by.

Eddie ran over to the pit, scaring dame back a bit. He reached down and grabbed Waylons hand, pulling him up and away from the fire. His clothes were lightly singed and his skin lightly burned as well. Once Waylon was out of harms way, Eddies attention was brought to dame. He glared at him with the heated stare of fury.

He chased him down and beat him into the ground. Ignore the repeated threats from Vorick, who was still trying to remove the pipe out of his foot. Eddie picked him off the floor before throwing him down into the pit. Dame fell down, smashing into the burning branches. The sound of them crunching under weight and dames screams of agony.

“told you I would find you.” Eddie snarled down the pit. Eddie didn’t have time to react as Vorick smashed him away with the pipe. Eddie was tossed off to the side, landing roughly into the dirt. He was kicked away as soon as he landed by a furious Vorick.

“LOOK WHAT YOU DID!!” Vorick roared at Eddie. He hit him again with the pipe, having Eddie smash harshly into a tree. Eddie was frozen there, his body refusing to work for him. Vorick loomed over him, getting ready to skewer Eddie with the pipe.

Vorick was stopped when Waylon, using Eddies knife, stabbed into Voricks side. He yanked it back, shredding through Voricks side. Vorick swung around, hitting Waylon away. The damage was done however. Blood and some organs spilling out the large wound. Vorick wanted to go after Waylon, but the loss of blood was shutting his body down. He turned and took a few steps forward before falling to the blood covered dirt.

Waylon was panting and shaking with adrenaline. He carefully walked around Vorick to get to Eddie. Eddie had somehow managed to stand, mostly because of pride to not seem weak for his darling.

“are you okay?” Waylon asked Eddie as he walked up to him. Eddie grabbed Waylon into a deep hug. Despite Eddies condition he still held Waylon tight enough to hurt Waylons ribs.

Waylons pain was forgotten when he realized Eddie was crying as he held onto him. Waylon rubbed his back as he tightly hugged him.

“i am sorry. i should have gotten here sooner. I am SO sorry.” Eddie cried as he held tightly to Waylon.

“its okay. I am okay. You're here.” Waylon said, trying to comfort him.

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BERTIE AULD follows fellow-Lisbon legends Billy McNeill, Jim Craig, Tommy Gemmell, John Clark, Willie Wallace and Stevie Chalmers to have his say during CQN’s special tribute to the Celtic heroes who won the European Cup 51 years and six days ago.

Today, it is the turn of magical midfielder Auld to tell his side of the story as it appeared in Alex Gordon’s book, ‘The Lisbon Lions: The 40th Anniversary’, published by Black and White in 2007.

ONE major disappointment for yours truly on our big day in Lisbon was the fact that I did not get the opportunity to pit my wits against Inter Milan’s Luis Suarez.

MIDFIELD MASTERMIND…Bertie Auld, Celtic’s strutting genius.

Injury forced him out of their team and, immediately in the aftermath of our triumph, the Italians pointed out they would have picked up the trophy again if their much-vaunted Spanish midfielder had been playing. Believe me, that is utter nonsense. Suarez? They could have fielded Superman and they wouldn’t have prevented us from winning that day!

The Italians, as ever, we just a bit too quick to delve into that well-thumbed tome, ‘The Big Book of Football Excuses’, although, to be fair, their manager, Helenio Herrera, and a few of their players were just as swift to congratulate us. They knew they had been  outplayed, outfought and outwitted.

But I really would have loved to have squared up to Suarez. I was on the left hand side of the Celtic midfield and his favoured position was the right-hand side of the Inter midline. It would have been very intriguing to see how we got on, to say the least. These days you can get pictures of players and watch them in action at the flick of a button thanks to satellite television.

Forty or so years ago, of course, that was not the case. You rarely saw up-to-date film of foreign players and you had to take what your boss told you about so-and-so’s strengths and weaknesses. They were all a bit mythical back then and you had to take someone’s else’s word about their ability.

HAMPDEN HAPPINESS…Bertie Auld lands in the Dunfermline net after scoring Celtic’s first equaliser in the 3-2 Scottish Cup Final win in 1965.

Of course, you could catch up with reports in the newspapers, but there was nothing quite like matching up with the guy in the flesh. Genuinely, I welcomed that opportunity in Suarez’s case.

Suarez was one of the first football superstars. We all took a a sharp intake of breath when we were told Inter Milan had paid a mind-boggling £214,000 to sign the player from Barcelona in 1961. That was massive money all those years ago; easily the world record transfer.

Look at the Celtic team that took the field at the Estadio Nacional six years later – it cost a total of £42,000, a mere fraction of what Suarez had signed for. We were also informed the Spaniard had negotiated a signing-on fee of £60,000 for himself. I didn’t think there had been that much money printed.

The player was said to be picking up around £7,000-per-year in wages. Okay, I know an average player in the SPL can now command a figure like that on a weekly basis, but back in the Sixties that was massive dough. If I’ve got my sums right, the Celtic players were lifting something in the region of £1,300 in those heady financial days.

So, can anyone blame a wee chap from Maryhill for wanting to go toe-to-toe with this bloke? I would have loved it. I would have thrived on it. Apparently, Suarez was said to be suffering from a thigh strain in the run-in to Lisbon, but we did hear other suggestions that, at 32, he might not fancy playing against Celtic.

BHOYS AND GHIRLS…Bertie Auld relaxes at home with his son Robert and daughter Susan.

He would have known about our high energy levels. He would have heard about our fitness and our willingness to go flat out for 90 minutes. He was a cultured playmaker, of course, but this might not have been a setting for him to show those skills. I’m not say he chickened out, but what I will say is that it did not matter one jot whether or not he was on the field of play on Thursday, May 25, 1967 – we would have still won the European Cup.

Think about this, too. Suarez was not known for enjoying defensive duties. He did all his playing facing the opponents’ goal from middle to front. Would he have chased Tommy Gemmell into corners? Would he have made runs to block off Bobby Lennox? Would he have trailed all over the place alongside yours truly? I doubt it.

His replacement was a guy called Bilic and he was actually more of a defensively-minded player and, naturally enough, Inter needed those sort of performers the way that particular 90 minutes turned out. Maybe, then, we might have won a bit more comfortably than 2-1 if Suarez had turned out.

I was also disappointed to read about the Italians saying they had struggled for a replacement. They were having a laugh, weren’t they? Inter Milan with their many millions, the most expensively-structured line-up in the world could not find a suitable player to take over from Suarez? A team that had won the European Cup in two out of the previous three years and had also lifted the World Club Championship twice at the same time? Pull the other one!

So many fabulous memories come flooding back about that day. I’ll tell you this, though – I’m totally convinced there was no need to kick-off in Lisbon. We won that game in the tunnel, believe me.

DETERMINED…Bertie Auld gets poised to go into battle.

I will always, always remember the horrified look on the faces of their players when I belted out the Celtic Song and all my team-mates joined in. There was a fair distance to walk to the tunnel from the dressing room and we were all left standing there in this cramped space waiting for the go-ahead to come out and walk into that glorious sunshine en route to the lavish green grass of the pitch.

The timing had to be absolutely right because, of course, the match was being beamed live throughout Europe and some networks would have timed it to start only five minutes or so before the kick-off, giving them time to list the teams, referee etc.

Anyway, we were in the tunnel and these guys from Inter Milan looked like gods, never mind footballers. I recall they were all immaculate, there wasn’t a hair out of place anywhere. They oozed glamour. Their blue-and-black tops had been hand-pressed by an expert. A lot of us were standing there minus our false teeth. It didn’t look like a fair fight.

I looked at Giacinto Facchetti, their world-famous left-back. He was about 6ft 3in and was such an imposing figure. He looked as though he had stepped straight out of a sportswear cataolgue. He could have been the guy you would often see standing there in a perfect location pointing to something or other while posing away madly.

I turned to Wee Jinky and motioned towards one of their players with my head. “Hey, wee man did I not see that bloke in that movie with Marcello Mastroianni? Did he not get off with Anita Ekberg in La Dolce Vita?” Wee Jinky looked back, puzzled. I indicated another of their players: “Did he not used to go out with that Sophia Loren?” We were all having a good laugh and the Italians simply looked bemused.

I heard mutterings of ‘loco, loco’ among their ranks. They really didn’t know what they were up against. “Hail! Hail! The Celts are here”, bounced around the walls of the tunnel. We kept it up all the way until we got the okay to, at last, emerge from the tunnel.

Big Billy, of course, was first out, chest proudly expanded to its maximum. In order, our captain was followed by Ronnie Simpson, Tommy Gemmell, John Clark, yours truly, Bobby Lennox, Stevie Chalmers, Jimmy Johnstone, Willie Wallace, Jim Craig and Bobby Murdoch. Reserve keeper John Fallon came next with his lucky teddy bear and then out strode Jock Stein alongside Neilly Mochan, our trainer, with assistant boss Sean Fallon and physiotherapist Bob Rooney following on.

BERTIE AULD…there’s always a twinkle in those eyes.

If you get the opportunity to watch footage of the teams strolling out onto the track and then onto the playing surface have a look at the Italians. A lot of them are actually eyeing us up and down and shaking their heads. They were just a tad bemused. They were going to get a lot more bemused by time-up, that was certain!

A lot of people don’t realise this, but Lisbon was actually my second appearance in a European Final, the first being for Birmingham City back in 1960 when we played Barcelona over two legs in the Inter-Cities Fairs Cup, which, of course, became the UEFA Cup in the Seventies. It was a two-legged affair back then and we drew 0-0 at St.Andrews, but were well and truly put in our place at the Nou Camp with the Spaniards triumphing 4-1. Strangely enough, I don’t have too many memories of those games. Let’s get back to Lisbon!

I hit their crossbar with a run and shot as we swept down on them looking for a first-half equaliser. I’ve often been asked if I intended a cross, but the ball took a strange swerve and ended up heading for goal. Take it from me, that was an attempt at goal. I put a little bend on the ball as I hared into their box and I thought it looked good.

Well, it would have had to be good to beat their keeper Sarti who was unbelievable. However, the woodwork got in the way of me and glory and the ball bounced to safety. Thankfully, Tommy and Stevie had better fortune later on.

We weren’t exactly a cosmopolitan bunch in 1967. For a start, we were all born within 30 miles of Celtic Park with myself, Ronnie Simpson, Jim Craig, and Stevie Chalmers being allowed to boast that we were, indeed, true Glaswegians! The others came from places such as Bellshill, Bothwell, Kirkintilloch and, in Bobby Lennox’s case, Saltcoats. I always throught that was just a place people went for their holidays; I had no idea people actually lived there.

Anyway, the Glaswegians among the lads used to kid the others on about being hicks from the sticks. Big Billy, from Bellshill, was often fond of saying: “Don’t ask me, I’m just a lad from the country, you better ask Bertie.” But we were one big happy bunch, you can believe that. There is genuine camaraderie among us and nothing will ever split that up.

Back then, Jock Stein used to taunt me about my “useless” right foot. “What a player you might have been, Bertie, if only you had two feet”, he was fond of saying. I would retort: “When you’ve got a left foot like mine, boss, you don’t need another one!” And, with that, he would just walk away shaking his head.

What was so special about our team? Well, the word team gives you a clue. We may have had some excellent individuals such as Jimmy Johnstone, Tommy Gemmell and Bobby Murdoch, but we all fitted into a structure. We trusted each other and that was so important. It was comforting to go out on the field on matchday and know you had so many good players around you.

AYE WRITE…Bertie Auld with author Alex Gordon who wrote ‘Lisbon Lions: The 40th Anniversary’ as well as ‘A Bhoy Called Bertie,’ the autobiography of the Hoops legend.

Take Ronnie Simpson, in goal, for a start. How reliable was he? You instinctively knew he would do a good job. He may not have looked like your typical goalkeeper, but, to me, there was none better. He may have been on the small side, but Ronnie always insisted he was close to 6ft. He must have been using a different measuring tape from anyone else in the world, that’s all I can say! But he was a brilliant shotstopper and was extremely agile.

Do you know, of the team that faced Inter Milan, only Ronnie and myself had played football outside Scotland. Amazing. Ronnie, of course, won two FA Cup medals with Newcastle United while I had my stint at Birmingham City before I returned to Paradise. Jim Craig, Tommy Gemmell, Bobby Murdoch, Billy McNeill, Jimmy Johnstone, Stevie Chalmers and Bobby Lennox had all been brought up through the ranks at Celtic Park and Willie Wallace had previously played for Stenhousemuir, Raith Rovers and Hearts. I believe John Clark may have been on the books at my old club at St.Andrews very briefly. See what I mean about hardly being cosmopolitan!

Jock Stein is the man who deserves all the credit for what Celtic achieved and quite rightly so. He was way ahead of all the other managers of that era with his thinking and planning. He would develop wee things in training and opponents and supporters alike might have thought we were improvising on the pitch during a match, but, believe me, we had gone over these things meticulously in training at Barrowfield. Jock would keep hammering away at you and wouldn’t let it rest until he was convinced you knew exactly what you had to do in any given set of circumstances that may emerge during 90 minutes. He was naturally a great believer in the old adage: Fail to prepare, then prepare to fail.

I haven’t a clue what we got as a bonus for winning the national trophy in 1965 and, to be honest, I can’t remember how much we actually received for lifting the European Cup, either. Big Tommy assures me it was £1,500-per-man and, as he is a financial consultant these days and presumably better with figures than me, I’ll take his word for it.

I do recall, though, carpeting Chez Auld, at that time situated in Giffnock, from just about top to bottom and I know that wasn’t cheap. We had a fairly expansive living area and dining room. All that was carepted and we did the hallway and the stairs, too. Doesn’t seem too exciting, does it?

I wonder what George Best did with his bonus for winning the European Cup with Manchester United the year later. Can’t see him decorating his house, can you! Actually, we met George a fair bit when we on the road to celebrate the 25th Anniversary of the Lisbon triumph. He would pop at a few of our functions and I can tell you he really rated our team of 1967. He gave us great credit for knocking down barriers. He once told me: “You made it easier for Manchester United to win it in 1968. You showed us it could be done.” Well said, Georgie!

The Lisbon Lions became a familiy. We grew up together and, like I said earlier, we are like a bunch of schoolkids when we meet up again. We hand out stick and we take it, but it is all good fun. I’m sure we must astonish other people who are in the vicinity when we go for a walk down memory lane. It’s great fun because there are so many special memories. Of course, Wee Jinky was a central figure in so many of our recollections. He was a real one-off, but a genuine character who would give you his last.

Celebrating 40 years as a Lisbon Lion has been extraordinary, but how I wish the Wee Man, Bobby Murdoch and Ronnie Simpson were here, too, to throw in their tuppence worth. They have all played major parts in the life of Bertie Auld.

* TOMORROW: Bobby Lennox concludes the personal memories of the heroes of Celtic’s historic European Cup triumph in his extract from Alex Gordon’s book, ‘Lisbon Lions: The 40th Anniversary’, published by Black and White in 2007. It’s EXCLUSIVE and only in your champion CQN.

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