#i read book one and liked it but probably wouldn’t have continued if i hadnt gotten the boxset for christmas

[rulesofdisorder]

inside you are two wolves

one wants to look up spoilers for the book you are reading because you are bored and want a reason to keep reading

the other wants to be surprised if anything interesting happens

#they fight within me daily #this is about the first law trilogy #i read book one and liked it but probably wouldn’t have continued if i hadnt gotten the boxset for christmas #like it’s good but. nothing is happening. and i’m getting bored and would rather read something else #but if i dnf the series for now i know i won’t come back to it #and i hate dnf-ing book it feels like such a waste of time and like the book won #ok update i looked at spoilers and i’m ready to read it again. 10/10 works every time #i saw someone describe Dogman as ‘if aragorn was stupid’ and i went. fuck ya that’s right #and that was enough inspo to continue #the first law #books

[messrmoonyy]

The fluff 49 with Remadora!!

I literally used to always just write from Doras thoughts yet here I am now obsessed with writing outta Remus’ head. Jealous Remus. We love to see it. Prompt from this list.

Prompt: ‘ is somebody jealous? ‘

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: mild language

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Remus didn’t think he was a particularly jealous person. And he had plenty to be jealous of when he thought about it. But it just… never crossed his mind to be jealous. He was too far past having an emotion so useless, jealousy would never get him anyway. Being jealous of a man with more money than he had wouldn’t magically make a hundred galleons appear in his pocket. Being jealous of other people his age who were settled down with families wouldnt make his family return from the dead. Yet…. There he was, sat at his desk in the Grimmauld place library, practically seething.

He knew he was being ridiculous. Completely. But watching Sirius and Nymphadora laughing on the other side of the room was making his blood boil. He felt a little stupid in fact, they were related after all. But. The Blacks did have a bit of reputation for that didn’t they. And there was the matter that he’d heard Harry talking to Hermione about how he thought Nymphadora and Sirius were secretly a couple. And of course to top it all off Sirius had, and probably always would be, an absolute ladies man.

He didn’t really have a right to be jealous. Yes he and Tonks had been getting very… close, if that was even the best choice of words. He didn’t think close did justice right the several bouts of snogging he had found himself in a multitude of places around Grimmauld place. Only the previous night on the exact sofa she was pratting around on with Sirius now. Not to mention the nights Tonks snook into his room, or cornered him in the back of the library. And there was that one time he’d practically jumped her in the drawing room after a meeting. But there hadnt been any real discussion on what they were.

The only vague discussion being after their first kiss, when Remus has avoided her for a good four days after. Wracked with guilt that he’d let his self control slip. But she’d cornered him in the kitchen and forced him to confront the situation head on. He’d tried to tell her it was probably a mistake. That he wasn’t exactly the best of choices for her. But she’d told him he was ridiculous, that she didn’t care about his age. His condition. But there hadn’t been a talk on their situation since. He didn’t like to bring it up. Maybe it was simply casual for her. A late night hook up when she had stress form work to blow off. So he couldn’t be jealous could he.

But he was. Insanely so. His grip tightening on his quill as Sirius flung another awful joke at her and she threw her head back with laughter. Remus didn’t get it but she clearly did. He tried to distract his jealousy away by focusing on just how beautiful she was when she was laughing, how her eyes crinkled at the corners and her cheeks flushed pink. But it didn’t work as well as he hoped. Because if he noticed those things. Sirius must too.

“ if you two are going to continue being so noisy then would you just leave. Some of us are trying to work “ he snapped, slamming his fist to the desk for good measure. Sirius made some grumbled remark about Remus being a bore. But he didn’t care enough to pay attention.

“ ooo Tonksie that’s his professor tone “ Sirius said in a loud whisper before laughing again and nudging Tonks with his elbow “ sorry sir. Detention for talking in class? “ they both burst into laughter, Tonks steadying herself with a hand to Sirius’ shoulder. Remus sighed and tried to ignore them, his knuckles turning white around his quill. “ oh come on Re. Have a drink, lighten up “

“ I’m not in the mood. I’m trying to work “ he grumbled, purposely not looking over at she’d Sirius now had his arm slung around Tonks shoulders. He was being ridiculous. Though Tonks seemed to pick up on it.

There was then some hushed talking between the two of them, that his heightened senses would’ve allowed him to hear if he cared enough. But instead He huffed and looked back down at his mission report. There was the creek of the library door as Sirius left with another remark about how boring Remus was and then quiet. Assuming that Tonks had followed Sirius out of the room he debated on going to find her. But a few moments later her arms looped around his neck from behind him, her nose brushing against his cheek.

“ is somebody jealous? “ she said quietly, mischief evident in her tone. He’d hoped he hadn’t been so obvious. Clearly he had. Of course he had. He wasn’t exactly well practiced in the art of hiding his affections for someone. And besides, Tonks could read him like a book.

“ I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about “ he felt her smile against his cheek and she tightened her hold on him, bringing her chin down to rest on his shoulder.

“ he’s my cousin Remus. I might technically be a Black by name, but not by nature. Not really into the whole ‘ fuck your family members ‘ thing you know? Especially not Sirius. Merlin. It’d be like shacking up with a brother or something. Nasty. Ugh now you’ve put that imagine in my head “ she shivered at the thought and he couldn’t help but smile.

“ you said yourself he’s handsome “ he pointed out, remembering the conversation that had actually lead to their first kiss, in a much similar situation to the one they were currently in. His so thought non existent jealousy coming out to bite.

“ doesn’t mean I wanna shag him Remus “

“ you always have such a way with words “ she laughed lightly and moved around in front of him, hopping up onto the desk and folding her arms.

“ I’m quite offended actually “ Remus sat back in his chair and watched her intently. Her cheeks were flushed slightly from drinking “ I mean come. On. Remus. You’ll be saying I’m shacking up with Arthur next because I laugh at his dad jokes “ when she put it like that he guessed he had been a bit irrational with his thoughts.

“ I heard Harry talking about it with Ron and Hermione. I think most of the kids believe you and Sirius are up to something “ she scoffed at that and quirked an eyebrow.

“ so you’re listening to the theories of the most unobservant boy in the entire country? I mean I love the boy I do, but I think he needs a new pair of glasses. His clearly aren’t working well “ a small smile tugged at his face then, Harry was a bright boy but he did have a tendency to be quite…. Oblivious. To everything. Tonks was quiet for a few more moments before tilting her head to the side inquisitively, chewing lightly on her bottom lip. She looked deep in thought “ so what’s this really about then? “ Remus frowned and raised his hands as if in mock surrender.

“ nothing. I told you I heard Harry and the way you were with Sirius.. it’s nothing “ she rolled her eyes and hopped off the desk, stepping either side of his legs and wiggling to get comfortable in his lap. His hands flew to her waist, unable to stop himself as she placed her hands to his shoulders and titled her head again.

“ Remus “ her voice was slightly sterner but she was smiling at him “ you can talk to me. You know you can “ he debated telling her the truth. That he was just getting jealous because she could do far better than him. She could have whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. And he was scared to lose her. What they had, whatever it really was, was great. Remus hadn’t been so happy in a long. Long. Time. He didn’t want to push too far and send her packing. But he didn’t want to hang too far back and have her run off to someone else. It was a constant dilemma in his head.

“ you and I “ he started, not really even sure where he was going with his speech “ it’s good. It’s. It’s marvellous “ she laughed a little and nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“ it is. Though I sense a ‘ but ‘ incoming “ he sighed and fiddled nervously with one of the beads on her shirt. They were haphazardly sewn all over it and he wondered if she’d added them herself.

“ I’m just waiting for the inevitable “ he said after another short moment of silence. Deciding now was a better time as any to tell her. She was stubborn and she had him right where she wanted him. So it was going to come out there and then whether he liked it or not really.

“ ‘ the inevitable’ being?…. “

“ finding someone better- no now before you make that face let me finish. Please “ she had sighed as soon as the words left his mouth, sitting back slightly with an eye roll.

“ Remus we’ve talked about this. Can you just get it into your head, that I fancy you. Not Sirius. Not some random ‘ someone better ‘. You “ he couldn’t lie that the words made his heart pound just that bit faster. The confirmation being all he’d really needed. But there was always going to be that worry in the back of his mind. It would never go away.

“ I know. And maybe I’m a fool to keep bringing it up. But you have to admit that I’m not exactly at the top of most peoples most eligible list “ she took his face in her hands then, making him look her in the eyes. He’d noticed she didn’t change their colour very often anymore after he’d made an offhand remark about how beautiful her natural brown eyes were. They were captivating.

“ no one else bloody matters though. You’re at the top of my list. That’s all that matters. Maybe I’m mental. Maybe I’m not. All I know, is you’re one of the only truly decent man I’ve ever met. You don’t make me morph. You’re so respectful it’s practically dripping off of you. And you’re proper fit too which is totally just a bonus “ he hoped she couldn’t feel his cheeks heating up under her hands. But her smile told him she probably could.

It was odd for him to look at her and think that some one could ever even have the nerve to make her morph for them. To fit their idea of what was perfect. He thought she was marvellous in whatever form she thought was best fitting for her each day. He’d never dream of making her change. In his eyes, there had never been a more perfect specimen of a person to walk the earth. She made him laugh. Made him feel normal. Cared for. He couldn’t believe she would ever have eyes for him. But she did. And he guessed that miracles must truly be real.

“ I’m sorry for being so jealous “ her face softened again and the backs of her fingers brushed over his cheek.

“ it’s fine. I mean. At least it shows you care? “ she laughed a little and he felt his tension melting away a little.

“ I do “ her hand crept towards the back of his neck, her fingers slipping into his hair and she shuffled a little closer again.

“ good. Now stop being a mope and realise we’re on own again “ she whispered the last part, her face inching closer so he felt her breath on his lips. And with a smirk she caught his lips in hers.

#messrmoonyy writes #I don’t really like this one ngl #but hope you do #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remadora #harry potter #remus x tonks #ronks #the marauders #lupin #tonks x lupin #tonks #remus x nymphadora #remadora one shot

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Phsychokinesis

You meet the League and butt heads with Clark.

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Panic attacks

Phsychokinesis 

You sat in the back of the batmobile for what felt like hours lost in your own thoughts, you regreted this already, why rock the boat now? you were fine, you were learning how to do this on your own, you didn't need anyone they'd get in the way Or hurt! Then they'd hate you, hunt you down, you wouldn't get away! Either that or they'd see you for the monster you was and just leave you somwhere this was a stupid idea, a silly childish hope of a fairytale ending of a home ,acceptance the hope of finding people who will understand, they wont, no one understands they can't. You panicked your breathing shallow, out! you had to get out slowly you looked around looking for the hinge that held the door infront of you closed it had flipped up like a trunk but in your panicked state you wouldnt be able to concentrate enough to send out your ripple instead you had to touch it you fumbled with the harness style seat belt cursing when your fingers couldn't grip finally useing your power the split the mechanism down the seam it must have sent a warning to him in the front as you heard his voice a few seconds later.

"Kid? Calm down Whats the matter?-" 

"NO! Let me out stop, I've changed my mind I can do it on my own!" You cried out leaning forward blindly running your hands over the top of the door sliding your palms hurried wanting to find the weak spot to tear at sniffling as tears began falling blurring your vision 'stupid your so stupid!' You thought repeating over and over scrabbling over the top you couldnt find it! He continued talking low and calm trying to ease you out of your panic attack.

"Hey kid its okay your scared its natural to be scared okay? But I promise whatever your think is going to happen isn't, none of us are going to let anything happen to you, just take some deep breaths for me in......then out.....again for me in ...... and out....." you closed your eyes doing as he said kneeling on the floor shivering from the aftermath of your break down as you felt the vehicle stop. You slumped resting your head on the door in front of you and spoke in a quiet voice

"I can't do it again" You held your breath when you got no reply had he listened? 

"Do what again?" You stayed silent he wouldn't have it and asked again in a different way

"What are you afraid of? Tell me so I can help, we just want to help"

"....I'm better off alone.." and there it was your words were loud and clear Bruce read between the lines the truth behind your fear and panic,abandonment, a kid who lost her parents and has been passed here there and everywhere thrown from home to home until finally you run away deciding you dont need anyone else he sighed.

"We wont leave you, not now your here weather you belive it or not the second you stepped into this car you were one of us and the others are eager to meet you" 

"And when I hurt one of you? It will happen it always does its why they get rid of me." You venom in your voice made his blood go cold, you sounded like one of the many nut jobs he put away behind bars, the ones that wanted to watch the city burn with everyone in it ,all he could do was hope he wasn't to late.

"The only one you could hurt is me and if I'm not mistaken we have been over that already and you said so yourself you caught it, was I angry? Did I shout and attack you? Or call for back up? I could have but did I?"

 You looked down fidgeting with your fingers a little feeling small he almost sounded like a parent and not in that hyped up I'm right and your wrong way you were used to it was more like trying to get you to understand him something you hadnt heard in a long time.

"Well? I expect an answer young lady"

"No, you didn't do none of those things"

"Right and you know why? It was an accident and accidents happen, besides one of us will always be there to watch out for you,everyone in this place is faster then you physically we are all stronger than you there is no need to worry, now lets go meet the team, We are already here." You sniffed a little wiping at your eyes.

"I suppose....I'm scared" He chuckled at that you sounded so tiny and vulnerable 

"No their not scary at all come on" you waited a few breaths then the door opened and he was in front of you he sighed quickly lifting you out palcing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You looked around this place was huge with various different vehicles air land and sea all in matte black spanning the length of the huge space.

"Holy shit..." he hummed in agreement 

"Immpressive huh?" You looked around some you recgonized from news footage in gotham.

"Yeah you have a lot of.....weird  things here" he shrugged just happy that your little break down had passed, he knew the others were watching through the security eager to meet you, but he wanted to make sure you were okay. He cleared his throat nodding to the elevator that would take you up into the main tower.

"This way we can go and meet the team then get you settled in for the night" you blinked at him

"What?" He crossed his arms standing tall

"Well it is nearly eleven pm and your only what fourteen? you shouldnt be up this time, what about school?"

"Im sixteen and I don't go to school I do online...when I can be bothered" he sighed walking to the elevator you trailed behind him as he sent it moving up.

"Fine, either way you can stay here tonight, there is a room ready for you" you nodded a little apprehensive finally the doors opened revealing a huge room with a large round table the others sat around it smileing at you batman pushed you forward when he saw you freeze a little the small nudge sent you walking forward into the room. Wonder woman was the first to approach you with a smile

"Hello Im Diana its nice to meet you we're glad you decided to come" she was beautiful ,polite and looked kind, you almost forgot how powerfull she was just by speakjng to her

"H-hi Im y/n its....nice to meet you too" you said quietly scanning the room still nervous looking for escapes just incase, the window, thick glass but doable not sure how far the free fall would be- your thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice

"I wouldn't we're pretty high" you snapped your gaze up to Aquaman he was....unerving to say the least, he gave of a chill and slightly playfull attitude.

"What?" He smirked nodding to the window

"Your checking for escape I could see it in your eyes, hell sometimes I want to throw myself out the window to escape this lot but were pretty high, I mean wonder boy over there would catch you no doubt but still waste of a window dont ya think?" You smiled a little blushing tangling your hands in your hoodie.

"Itd be fixed before I was a quarter of the way down, its just a habit.Sorry" He smiled waving it off

"Nah your fine its smart you want a back up plan I'm Arthur by the way." You nodded still lookkng around everyone noted you didn't drift to far from Bruce which in a way was good he become a sort of saftey net it seemed. They all new what happened on the way here and downstairs. You were holding up well considering how terrified you were. They all drifted to the table taking their seats, when you didn't follow Bruce came up behind you taking your bag walking to the huge round glase table you followed behind him.

"Jesus what do you have in here? Thats way to heavy for you to be lugging around" he complaind as he set it down lettingnyou take a seat next to him.

"Books,clothes, my phone ,headphones and purse I take everything with me when I leave the homes, its easyier that way don't have to go hunting for it later" you shrugged everyone in the room frowned. It was Clark who began speaking

"So thats everything you own?" You nodded a little scared of him if you were honest you were scared of all of them.

"Pretty much, when it comes to foster homes in Gotham their not the best to put it bluntly us kids are money makers, the state pays them to take me in, when your younger theres more to it they put you somewhere nice with good poeple that care, you know try to make you a model citizen all that crap but teens no we get the shit ones given a bed and told to get on with it we are lost causes by this point just waiting to age out and be fucked off, I haven't been to my foster home in three weeks they haven't tried to get in touch or anything they dont care, occasionally they file a missing persons report and police find you and take you back but thats only cos of the inspections if I aint there when the do a spot check the money stops and they can be stricken off the register loose about $400 a month, but I prefer being out on my own" He frowned crossing his arms infront of his chest taking a deep breath leaning back, you fidgited a little under his intense gaze leaning to Bruce he didn't look happy at all and you weren't sure what you'd done but you felt like you'd irritated him, you cast a glance to Batman who was giving you a similar look making you gulp.

"So where have you been sleeping then for these three weeks?" you snapped your head back to the Man of steel.

".......with freinds and stuff....." he raised an eyebrow he didn't need to hear your pulse change to know you were lying it was clear from the way you spoke quiet and high but he would leave it for now.

"Well from now on you will be home by eight at the latest" you blinked you were expecting an argument or some dismissive 'oh it can't be that bad' but not a curfew... honestly you wasn't sure what to make of it and that made you angry, you wasn't used to people caring for you, your first instinct is to scare them away.

"err what? not being funny but I'm here to get my freaky power under control not to get a fucking life coach, had one he quit...like not just me he quit completely something about having the devil inside or something...Not sure if that was aimed at me tho...Probably...He was old as shit" you shut up when he tilted his head leaning back it was a very...Parental gesture you swear your dad did the same thing when he was alive.

"Well that was before I learned of your situation and the fact that your living on the streets at the moment." you growled at him any fear replaced with anger and a little panic he knew... he definitely knew you were lying the air rippled around you coming to life.

"Are you deaf? I've been staying with friends.... Not that its any of your fucking business" 

"Friends from your online classes you never do? now I don't see that somehow" you shook glaring at him 

"Fuck you!" he stood up not taking notice of the way your eyes glowed you panicked normally that was enough to make them back off he wasn't, standing you faltered not sure what to do you wanted to scare him off, make him back down but you didn't want to hurt him, you freaked out a little as he continued coming around towards you swearing trying to pull back your power not wanting to attack him but in the state you were in it was hard you couldn't grasp it you winced hearing the crackling of the floor beneath you fighting it as it tried to rise up toward him.

"Calm down. I know your lying I can hear it in your pulse now I know for a fact that you've been on the streets and I'm guessing its more because your frightened of hurting them rather than all this teenage 'better of alone' bravado your trying to play it off as. And as for having a life coach Instead of that you'll be getting a family"

"Shut up!" you were really panicking now he had managed to figure you out break past your walls quick and you wanted him to stop.

"...I know your a good kid and have had a rough ride having to grow up to soon now its time to be a kid again. So from now on you will have a safe place to stay each night sometimes that will be here other times it will be with one of us" he kept coming slowly towards you, you stepped back only everyone watch tense but not out of fear or trepidation just ready to dodge what ever you might do.

"I'm not going to be a fucking charity case- this was a bad idea Im leaving" you made to grab your bag  but it wasnt by you chair anymore you swore 

"Your not leaving and your not going to be a charity casenow calm yourself down" 

"What you can't force me to stay here!" You backed off now sending out your power feelkng for your bag wanting to get out of here fast, this was a stupid thing to do, trust people? You cant trust anyone.

"I will if I think thats whats best for you,you can't hurt me... You can't hurt any of us and that is probably scaring you isn't it? its been a long time since you wasn't the strongest person in the room, since you were able to be yourself with out having to have absolute control of every thought and movement... I know because I've been there myself when I was growing up and the shock and fear I had fighting Zod and Batman it was frightening realizing that I could be hurt, its terrifying having something you don't understand or control and you think no one will understand, thats the same for each of us at some point we realized we are not like everyone else and we were alone wanting help someone to turn to thats why we are going to help you, so you can have some form of normality" you gave him a side glance shaking he understood? you thought he must of had it worse you couldn't imagine having to deal with his abilities. 

"Normal? Thats not an option for me, people can't even touch me" you cried out as he sped towards you tuggeding you forward to him making you jump everything happed so fast you couldn't catch it you closed your eyes tight shaking like a leaf knowing that you'd just attacked him unintentionally probably killed him you whined waiting for the inevitable attacks from the others instead the hug tightened he chuckled 

"Look its okay"slowly you opened your eyes looking down the small spikes had snapped as they touched him instead of impaling him you gasped stepping back.

"They didn't?" he smiled shaking his head.

"No they cant...I told you, you cant hurt us" you smiled a little sniffling as tears escaped you felt silly but happy relieved you might be able stay here... you could be here with them with out worrying about loosing control they can handle it.

"I-I dont have to run?" he smiled pulling you back against him

"No you dont have to run...I'm sorry I had to make you attack me it was the only way to make you see you can't hurt me and its the same with Victor, Arthur and Diana Barry is to fast and Bruce well he will think of somthing he usually does, here you can be yourself and relax a little be a kid again and yes that means rules and curfews" you smiled nervously as he retreated a little he was sad you hadnt returned the hug he could tell you were touch straved and you probably didn't even know it.

"I-I cant stay what about the social workers-"

"Hey what did he just say? you be the kid we will deal with all that." it was Diana who had interrupted as supes made his way back to his seat faster then you could register pulling back looking at the floor correcting it as you sat back down.

".... was a dick move tho supes"

"Clark call me Clark, no need for our other names here we're family" you nodded a little it sounded strange when he said it. 

"and I would appreciate it if you watched your mouth its not lady like" you snorted 

"The only lady like thing on me is my v-jay" you deadpanned Arthur roared up at that as Clark rolled his eyes next to introduce themselves was a man who didn't look much older than you.

"Hi I'm Barry, its great to have someone not old here now, they look fun but they are all boring" you laughed at to chorus of grunts and scoffs.

"Well I can't promise I'll be much fun.." he shook his head

"Seriously? I cant wait to see you in action properly, its one thing to see it on screen but honestly, I wanna see you do the glass thing how does that work anyway? Like how do you do what you do?" You leaned back into your chair.

"Err its kind of weird.... its like ripples?" he tilted his head

"Ripples?" You nodded nervous knowing everyone was listening.

"Yeah o-or waves, Im always sending them out  and I can feel everything they feel.... so sitting here I can feel the wall over there.....its close so I can make better sense of it and have better control I can move it like clay.... then to fix the things I break I just zip them up....I can show you if you like? and its okay?"you looked around the room everyone nodded a gruff

"Just be careful" came from behind you, within seconds your eyes glowed bright and the huge table shattered into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces across everyone they stayed still holding there breath.

"did you hit it? To make it do that?" Arthur asked wanting to understand how it works.

"No I pulled it from all sides ,It feels like pulling apart a huge jigsaw when I do that.....tugging I can stretch it two but that makes it weaker I just make it thinner and larger when I do that.....then I just think of the pieces edges being a zipper that fits back together. Its ends up being so tiny you can't see it" You did as you said pressing them together slowly but surly the table mended itself creating three thirds then used the floor to push them up until it mended from the center out becoming crystal clear glass again.

"OH GOD THAT WAS SO COOL! Can you fix my phone screen its been annoying me for weeks?" You nodded as he produce the phone and you quicky fixed it for him he stared at it in awe running his fingner over wheee the cracks were

"Thats so cool...And usefull"

"Phsychokinesis" you turned slowly to the final man.....cyborg 

"Phsychowhatsit?" He chuckled at you

"Thats your gift its called phsychokinesis like telekinesis but instead of moving things without touching them you can manipulate physical things, their forms, but my geuss is for some reason you can pinpoint actual molecules instead of clumps of them together" you tilted your head at him you it had a proper name.

"Yeah thats right I can't make things float, only move and change em and I can't do it on anything living no plants or animals." He nodded 

"Im victor, the one who found you, I've seen you do some incredible things.....Are you aware of everything that you do or does a lot of things just happen?" You shrugged

"Most just happen, the table I did but.....when people make me jump I try to attack them" you cast a guilty glance at batman behind you he waved you off.

"I dont mean to and if I trip or fall the ground softens ,if i fall really high it rises to catch me...water to I can't go onnthe diving board it gets weird...I don't do any of that either just happens....but I catch them most of the time before things go to bad"

"Self preservation, you said you send out these....Ripples all the time? You cant pull them back?"

"No I tried once it really hurt it was like....It felt like someong ripping my skin off, of burning my nerves i passed out in under a mineut....my fault tho" Arthur sat up leaning over the table

"Whats your fault?" You smiled sadly

"I- after I killed my parents I put it away it was an accident but it was me who did it.....Stopped useing it completly I'd suppressed it then about a year ago.... yeah I had to use it to save my freinds on a school trip... I tried to sheild them protect them, but the oil tanker was huge! I couldnt hold it for long and as much as I wanted to I just couldnt push it back to the water and......my gift it was much stronger then I remembered it hurt.....couldn't hold it... since then I can't put it back" 

"So you've always had it? Then surpressed it for years and then it blew up and now you can't control it?  I think it reacts to protect you, when you fall you don't want to hit the ground and be hurt so it moves to accommodate you instead your power is trying to protect you." 

"That....makes a lot of sense.... shit word tho my names gonna be fucking lame...." Barry laughed.

"eh we can thing of somthing.... well I can they all added man and woman to something" you giggled a little Diana got up smileing at you

"Y/n its late we should probably get you to bed" you blinked at her then got up slowly. Everyone said their good nights as you left the room looking around wearly

"Dont worry, nothing will happen here" she said moving closer slowly hooking an arm across your shoulder you tensed but it only flicked across the floor, like a stepping into a puddle of sand then levled again you relaxed again.

"See? Like Clark said we are family here so just think of us as your aunt and uncles we will protect you...now this is your room you can decorate it soon and there is a small ensuite to, all of us have rooms here homes away from home and soon you will probably be coming with us to our other homes aswell but for now you will stay here training for a while while we sort out the legal side of things. Im across the hall Clark is next door and Bruce two doors down"

"Bruce?" She rolled her eyes a little snorting

"Batman, he always finds a way to hide his own name paranoid bat" you sighed frowning

"ho-how are you going to sort out the social worker thing? I know you said not to worry but I wont be able to sleep..." she smiled patting your shoulder sitting on the bed with you.

"Adoption and as much as I would love to adopt you from what just happend I'm pretty sure Clark isn't going to let anyone else do it"

"Sounds like you knew my situation befor I got here, you can't just adopt me tho thats like a lot of home checks and and you have to pay a lot of money thats not fair-"

"We did know...Bruce has adopted his fair share already and will be pulling a few strings for us tho as I said I'm pretty sure Clark has decided already you need a more quiet stable home, as lovely as Bruces children are they are boisterous and human which can put you on edge which isn't what we want. Clark has one kryptonian son who is older than you and would be well equipped to help you over come any hiccups.Now just relax, go have a shower brush your teeth and get some sleep?" you looked at her wide eyed adopted...By Superman....and having a brother who you also cant hurt.

"Im not tired-" she tilted her head raising a brow at you

"You need sleep your a growing girl, I expect you in bed in half an hour I will know if your not and if your not I'm sending in Clark" you nodded in a way it was nice having someone who cared.

"Good night I will see you in the morning" she said closing the door. You looked across the room it was nice a large twin bed, your bag had been placed on it somehow, a desk tv on the wall built in wardrobe and a door in the corner what you assumed lead to the ensuite. after a few moments you got up using the shower and brushing your teeth before changing and crawling into bed, tonight was strange but it was nice to have somewhere safe to sleep and you was happy you couldnt hurt superman. you fell into a deep sleep fairly easily to warn out not to vaguly aware of someone pokeing their head in the room to check on you.

#justice league x reader #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x teen reader #justice league x teen reader

[probably-writing-x]

Unexpected

Request from @oldfashiondisturb : The reader is Samuel's sister, and best friend with Nadia, but in love with Guzman since the start of the year. She tries to forget him with Valerio, but some boy aka Guzman is jealous, even if it wasn't planned like this for him, he is the first surprise but he has to do something ? :O

Gif is not my own

Requests are always open❤️

This studying has grown boring almost an hour ago as you flicked relentlessly through pages to keep up with the subject. You, your brother Samuel, and Nadia did this regularly whenever there were exams. It always got dull for you a lot quicker than it did for them but you continued nonetheless. If you actually wanted to pass the year at Las Encinas, you’d have to put up with it.

“Can we take a break?” You groan, tossing your pen down onto the table, “There’s only so much I can do.”

“The test is tomorrow (Y/n)!” Nadia laughs, turning the page in her book and answering the next question with ease.

You run a hand through your hair, “It’s boring! And you know you’ll pass anyway Nadia.”

“She’s just taking Guzman’s influence, right (Y/n)?” Your brother nudges you, a smirk playing on his lips.

You glare at him and try to stop the blush from tainting your cheeks, “We said we wouldn’t talk about that anymore.”

“What? Your obsessive crush on the most annoying boy in our class?”

You hit your brothers arm and stand up from the table, “He’s not that bad. And I’m over it.”

Nadia and Samu share a knowing look and laugh at each other.

“I hate both of you.”

They had a habit of doing this. Ever since you’d first confessed that you might like Guzmán, they’d been set on making little comments to wind you up. Actually, it was Samuel that made the comments and Nadia that laughed at them. Really, she felt quite sympathetic toward you. But they were right - you hadn’t really got over it.

- - - - - -

The test going badly was most definitely an understatement. Maybe you should’ve revised more last night - you could see Nadia inputting answers like she’d been programmed to ace it from the start. You on the other hand? You’d come down to the pool instead to distract yourself.

“Was it really that bad?” It’s Guzmán that questions you as you finish another length of the pool.

You glance up and watch as he walks down the side, eying you for the entire time.

“Wasn’t it for you?” You push yourself up and shift round so you’re sat at the poolside, legs dangling into the water.

He scoffs, “Tests here are always bad for me.”

You smirk a little and run your hands over your slicked hair from the water, setting your goggles onto the surface beside you.

“Lucky for me, I’m a good swimmer,” Guzmán cocks a brow, “I can’t say the same for you.”

“Well, thanks,” You roll your eyes.

You’d grown tired of questioning why you continued to have a crush on this boy. The majority of your conversation with him, which generally only happened at the pool when it was only the two of you, would consist mainly of him mocking you. Other than that? You’d practically be invisible to him around school. He was surrounded by his group and Lu. And you were just Samuel’s sister.

“Don’t wallow in your own self pity, please?” He says as he gears up to start training, “You’ll distract me. And you can’t be that bad.”

It shouldn’t make you blush and you hate yourself for giving into it. But there you were, thankful as he jumped into the water so he wouldn’t see your cheeks turn a burning shade of red.

- - - - - -

“Nadia!” You grin as she walks up toward you and Samuel, always managing to look completely different when she was out of her school uniform.

“Hey!” She smiles, hugging you quickly in greeting, “Sorry I’m a bit late.”

You were all at the club tonight for another party, though they generally consisted of you three sticking with each other - Omar joining you whenever he could.

“It’s not like you were missing much,” Samuel rolls his eyes, glancing around at the growing crowd, “Who’s that?”

All three of you turn towards the boy that had just arrived. He had an appearance that you could already tell would match perfectly in tune with his loud personality. The bold curls on his head, the open arms like he was introducing himself to the world, the bright print on his shirt.

“Lu’s brother,” Guzmán comments as he walks past, heading over to the boy who greets him with a brotherly hug.

You knew Guzmán had probably only gone over because Lu followed behind the boy but you brushed it off quickly. The other boy seemed intriguing but certainly not somebody you’d usually concern yourself with. He seemed far too arrogant, too certain that he would never find anyone as good as himself. But his grin and his carefree attitude seem oddly interesting.

- - - - - -

“So if you take this,” Nadia points to a number on your page that you couldn’t even work out how you’d got to, “And divide it by this... I’ve lost you again?”

You sigh and put your face in your hands, “It’s like I’ve never even learnt it.”

She smiles and tries her best to remain patient, “Thats okay, we can go again if you need to.”

“Is there room for one more in this class?” You don’t recognise the voice as somebody you know but it’s distinctive already - it would only match the new boy.

“You’ll probably be better than I am,” You mutter half to yourself, staring at the page of maths like it would make anymore sense.

“Oh, darling,” He laughs, sitting down in the seat beside you and throwing an arm over your shoulder, “I think you’ve just given yourself a challenge.”

The three of you spend the rest of the period trying to get through this topic before the bell sounds and Nadia packs up for her next lesson.

“I never caught your name,” The boy points out, “I’m Valerio.”

“Valerio,” You repeat, “I’m (Y/n), Samuel’s sister.”

“I don’t care for the family history, you interest me enough on your own.”

And just like that, he seemed a little more intriguing.

- - - - - -

“No seriously Valerio!” You squeal as he lifts you up with ease, spinning you around, “We need to-“

Your laughter soon stops any words from escaping you as he throws you down onto the couch.

“We need to what?” He cocks a brow, hovering above you as he falls closer to your face.

“You’re a distraction,” You comment, referencing the fact that you’d originally come to his house with the intention of studying. Just as you had done the day before, and the day before that.

“(Y/n), you’ve been distracting me since day one.” He mumbles, leaning closer to you as his hands trail up your sides.

Things with him felt exciting. He was living in a whole different realm to what you were used to. He didn’t mock you, didn’t make you nervous - he made you distracted (in more ways than one). You weren’t certain of any feelings for him, any possibility, but he was interesting. And he seemed like a good person beyond this exterior. Though it seemed like neither of you were too fussed about what lay beyond surface level.

He dips down and is just about to kiss you when the door unlocks.

“Valerio!” It’s Lu’s voice.

You watch as he rolls his eyes and presses up to kneel on the couch, “You’re home early.”

“We finished dinner early,” She responds quickly, “I thought you were meant to be studying.”

We. She wasn’t alone.

You push yourself up so you’re now visible to the pair that stood at the door - Lu and Guzmán. Somehow, you and Guzmán make eye contact for a moment and it seems to linger for more than that - like you’re trying to read any expression that crosses his face. But, to your own disappointment, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything.

“With the García?” Lu scoffs, “Come on Valerio, seriously?”

“Lu!”

It’s Guzmán. With an oddly warning tone to his voice.

“I should go,” You say quickly, fumbling to get off from the sofa and grab your jacket.

“Hey, hey, no,” Valerio stops you, standing up beside you and throwing an arm over you, “Is there a problem, Lu?”

She looks between the two of you and tuts, “It won’t last, darling.”

But all you can do is keep your eyes focused on the boy beside her. The boy who now refused to look in your direction. And who oddly seemed to have a completely different energy to him now.

- - - - - -

When you walk in for swim training the next morning, your heart sinks like a lead balloon at the sight of who was just swimming perpendicular to where you walked. Who else would it possibly be?

Guzmán finishes his length and glances up to check the clock, smirking before he turns toward the door. He knew this was the time you always got here in the mornings. Every single time - practically to the exact minute.

“I’m surprised you’re not busy with your new boyfriend,” He calls, not bothering to make any actual effort to look at you properly.

“Shut up Guzmán,” You roll your eyes, setting your towel down on the bench. Maybe he hadnt changed as you’d thought. This still seemed relatively typical.

“What’s he got you doing now? Trying out his latest drug mix? Who can drink the most before they pass out?” He lists, face growing colder and more stern as he speaks.

You don’t respond. Why had you assumed he’d react any differently? You were nothing more to him than somebody to mock, to taunt, to treat as separate from him because you hadn’t grown up like the rest.

“You should be careful with him, (Y/n),” Guzmán says simply, “He’s not like you.”

For the first part of that, he’d impressed you. He’d made it actually sound like he gave a damn. But the second part struck you right back home.

“Not like me?” You scoff, tugging your goggles over your head and hanging them around your neck, “You mean he didnt grow up in a two bedroom flat with three brothers? Or he isn’t only at the school because of a lucky break?”

Guzmán remains silent, his cheeks heating with a tint of red. You take it as just a consequence from fatiguing after swimming.

“Thanks Guzmán but I can take care of myself. That’s what us poor ones do, isn’t it?”

Before he can say anything more, you dive into the water and thank the pool for creating a barrier between the two of you. He’d stay in his lane and you’d stay in yours - literally and metaphorically.

- - - - - -

“Hello beautiful people!” Valerio calls as he walks proudly across the floor towards you and Samuel.

Him and Lu were hosting a party at theirs tonight. It was for some particular reason that you hadn’t paid attention to when Valerio first invited you, but you’d been thankful for the opportunity to avoid some more studying. Things with him had been nothing more than the two of you just having fun to put it simply. It was pretty apparent that you didn’t have feelings for each other. But also apparent that there were other reasons why you needed the distraction. You didn’t care to explain your reasoning to him, and you never pried enough as to find out why he did. For now, you were comfortable with using this to keep your mind off Guzmán. Although maybe it hadn’t been exactly successful in that field yet.

You could tell from his breath as his arm fell around your waist that Valerio had already been drinking enough as it was. You weren’t big on drinking - always growing up fearing when your father would come home drunk. And drugs were a whole different story, with similar reasoning to the first.

“Can I get you guys a drink?” He suggests, swaying into you as he waves his arm at Samuel too.

“I’m fine, thank you,” He shakes his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You’re relieved when Ander and Omar make their way over - hoping they’d at least distract Samuel a bit. He was in no way approving of you spending any time with Valerio, he’d made that very clear. And he’d encouraged you that Nano wouldn’t have let you anywhere near him if he was here.

He turns you to him and holds both arms on your hips, “You look hot tonight.”

You roll your eyes and try to brush him off, “And after how many drinks are you saying that?”

He smirks and leans down to you, lips grazing your ear, “How about I get you up to my level?”

He moves one hand away from you and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small clear packet that would be recognisable to anyone. Even the sight of it pools a sickening feeling in your stomach. You’d had far too many sleepless nights on the end of your bed with your brothers, listening to your father’s yelling, smashing, hitting - all as a consequence of the drink and the ‘little white powder’.

“No, no, definitely not,” You try to push him away, hoping he’d be sober enough to get the message and forget it.

“Come on, you’ll love the feeling,” He encourages, waving the packer closer to you like he was taunting a child with a toy.

You try to push away from him again, “Valerio, no.”

Before he can say anything more, there’s somebody between the two of you. They have their back to you and their face close enough to Valerio to instantly intimidate. Originally, you’d assumed it to be your twin brother - expecting Samuel to have the same reaction to the drugs as you had. But the frame is too tall to be Samuel, towering above you. And those broad shoulders can only be owned by one boy.

“Leave her alone, Valerio,” Guzmán’s tone is calm but icy, warning but not stepping above the line.

“Come on!” Valerio chuckles, “It’s a party!”

“I won’t ask you again, man. She told you no, now go take your fucking drugs somewhere else,” He speaks through his teeth, getting closer and closer to Valerio until he grips onto the lapels of his jacket and shoved him away from both of you.

Valerio stumbles just as his sister approaches the outbreak.

“Is there a problem?” She asks with a tone that she’s trying to keep positive.

“Ask your boyfriend, if you can even call him that anymore,” Valerio smirks, swiping a bottle from the table as he pushes through the crowd of people.

Lu looks between you and Guzmán before turning around to follow in the footsteps of her half brother. It’s only then that Guzmán focuses any of his attention on you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, eyes looking between each of yours.

He’s closer to you than he has been before and you take in the scent of his cologne on his torso. Not noticing his height above you until your eyes were in line with his heart.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, thank you,” You fumble, glancing around at the people who were now solely focused on watching what had just unfolded.

He follows your line of sight and smirks, “They’ll always find a reason to watch.”

Your heart is pounding and your vision trying to keep its focus on his face but he’s gone quickly. He takes off into the party where he blended in so easily and you’re stuck once again with that weird, unsettling excitement he always managed to cause.

- - - - - -

The next morning, you arrive to the pool before Guzmán gets there and you feel your excited heart fail for just a second. Why should you expect anything to come from last night? You’d spent this entire school year expecting something to come from every moment you shared with Guzmán. Why would that party have changed anything?

You set your towel down on the side, hold your goggles in one hand, stretch out a little, and prepare to start your training for the day. But you’re interrupted as the door swings open.

In he walks. Torso and legs exposed as he’s covered by the smallest level of material, hair damp from showering and small beads of water trickling down past his pecks.

“Good morning,” He nods, setting his towel down beside yours as he walks straight past you.

“Morning,” You say, following his path with your gaze.

Here goes nothing.

“I just wanted to say thank you for last night,” You begin, keeping your eyes now focused on the tiled floor beneath you.

“You don’t need to thank me,” He says, tone short and a little abrupt.

“I know, but you really didn’t have to do anything and I-“ You fiddle with the strap of your goggles to try to give yourself anything as a distraction, “I don’t know, I just wanted to-“

“It’s fine, (Y/n),” Guzmán smiles quickly, “But I told you he wasn’t good for you.”

“I know,” You nod, “Nothing was ever going to happen between us though.”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend, (Y/n)?” Guzmán interjects and it instantly surprises you that he takes any interest in your life.

You glance up and swallow the lump in your throat, “No.”

He smirks a little, “I didn’t think so.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“See,” He starts walking closer to you, “I convinced myself that last night I was just helping you out, and I would’ve done it to anybody that Valerio had been pestering. But then I realised that all I seemed to focus on for the rest of the night was you - if I’d seen you wear that outfit before, what drink you had in your hand, how many times you made a joke to your brother. I kept focusing on you and I hated it because I couldn’t understand why.”

You’re frozen still as he speaks, now with only one stride between you and him.

“And then it hit me. It was you. The try-hard, innocent, never been kissed, García Domínguez that I’d never really paid much thought to,” He shrugs, “I’ve got Lu pining over every move I make and the only girl I could think about, was you.”

You can’t tell whether to be annoyed at his description of you or utterly dumbfounded by the fact that he’d just confessed this so quickly.

“And that’s why I’ve been showing up to swim on time every morning, why I’ve been checking with Valerio to see if anything’s happened with you, why I keep listening out for anything you say,” He scoffs, “Because, somehow, I’ve fallen for Samuel’s sister.”

He falls silent and looks down at his feet for a moment before speaking again.

“I don’t think I can go to another party where I have to watch you with him, or turn up to Lu’s and expect to see you there too. I don’t want that.”

“Guzmán I-“

“I’ve been a dick to you, a complete and utter dick. But I swear to you I wouldn’t have done any of that if I’d have known how I felt sooner.”

You let out a laugh at that, “Well, thanks.”

“Though,” He takes a half-step toward you, “You are still failing class and a pretty shitty swimmer.”

“And you’re still trying to convince yourself that you’re not as shit as me,” You defend, finally making eye contact with those piercing orbs.

“Well, that’s it, you’ve had my confession,” He finishes, “Shall we swim?”

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[pink-caterina]

The Cost of a Legacy (5)

Summary : He sees her and she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, everything perfect. Well except the fact that they’re growing up during the revolutionary war. Their love will hit many hurdles and what the future has in store may not be what they planned.

Pairing : John Laurens x Reader

Words : 2,102

July 1772

Dearest John,

I’m so sad to hear you won’t be coming to see me, but of course, I understand. It’s a very long distance from Charleston to Switzerland, the voyage is exhausting. Trust me. I miss you, my love, please next letter don’t be so vague. I wanna hear about work and your studies, on how your mother is or how your siblings are. I won’t lie John your letter upset me, I can tell you wrote it in a rush, your penmanship is usually much neater. I understand some times you might not have time to paint me your whole day, but I long to hear your thoughts. Daddy hasn’t written in a while, unfortunately. Anna, my helper tells me to stay positive but I fear he’s in trouble. He’s never been this distant with me, I don’t know I guess I’m feeling farther away from him every day. I miss you John, please write back soon. 

Yours truly,

(Y/n) Fiore Gavalanch

August 1772

Dearest John, Are you well my love? It’s odd of you not to write me back. I’m worried sick John, after what you said in your letter about your mother, I fear the worst. I don’t want to assume something like that so please John explain to me what’s happening. Its times like this where I wish I was still in Manhattan, it’s still far from you but I’d take the ride to you right now if I could. I miss home, I miss you, John Laurens, I miss daddy, I miss Angelica and her sisters. John, I know its selfish but your letters make me feel normal like I’m still there with all of you. Please, John, write to me.

Yours truly, (Y/n) Fiore Gavalanch

August 1772

Dearest John, I’m just sending this incase my other letters you didn’t arrive. Maybe our lack of communication is just on hold for now. If that’s the case disregard my tone, I’m worried that is all. Be well, John.

Yours Truly (Y/n) Fiore Gavalanch.

September 1772

Dear John,

Its fall already, every one of my friends says they can’t believe I’ve been to Switzerland a year, how fast the times go. Not for me every night I pray to God that he puts me back in New York and every day I wake disappointed. The days only seem to drag, the same routine every day. Daddy hasn’t written to me but he has written Anna, she says the letter is private but that he wishes I be well. I don’t understand why he couldn’t have written that to me. My days are clouded with confusion now. You have yet to write to me and I might know why I wrote my dear friend Angelica and she says she saw you in Manhattan the other day. So great, at least I know your alive and kicking. Angelica writes that I should be angry at you, for obvious reasons, but she has another claim. She states when she saw you, you were accompanied by a woman. She says she wasnt near the age of any of your sisters, I want a clear response. If your even willing to give me one. I want you to write to me and explain what’s happening, are we done? If you no longer want me John tell me. I’m sick of feeling so helpless. I’ve tried to defend you, maybe something came up with your mother, maybe your busy with studies or your father’s company. But if you’re able to lounge around New York then you’re able to send me a letter with a quick response. Please, Im driving myself mad. My mother, my father, now you? It’s too much abandonment John, so for my birthday this month please write me something, anything. I’ve never asked for anything on my birthday, so grant me this John. An answer, I can forgive you, John, If you still want to continue this.  

Truly

(Y/n) Fiore Gavalanch

October 1772

“James, wheres John?” Henry had been searching for his older brother all morning, since their mother passed John hadn’t been the same. He avoided his father and siblings opting to only spend time with Martha. Matha had been staying with them since the funeral, her father still in London funding her visit. He knew John was basically using Martha as a way of coping but it wasn’t right, at least is Henry’s mind it wasnt. Especially when John knew that Martha would do anything for him, and he’d do nothing for her.

“He and Martha went out for an early horse ride, again. And he didn’t say goodbye, again.” He frowned putting his book down, “When is John going to be normal again? It’s like I see him and he’s there, but I feel like he’s gone with Momma.” Henry sighed patting his brother, “Don’t worry little man, I’ll bring John back.” He made his way out, sitting on their porch waiting for the couple to return. He grabbed the mail in the meanwhile.

There it was as he suspected, a letter from (Y/n) Fiore Gavalanch. He knew John was really messed up when he stopped writing (Y/n) back, she had written him many times, probably confused why her John was avoiding her. His brother hadn’t sent anything to Switzerland since July. Even though Henry didn’t like her much he did sympathize with her.

He knew his brother hadn’t forgotten about her too because every time he presented him with a new letter John would take the letter to his room and stay locked in all night. One night Henry passed his room and heard sobs from his brother, from her letters he assumed.

He sat there waiting till he saw his brother riding back into their barn. Henry made his way over letters in hand, “Good morning Henry! Sorry we left before any of you were awake, John wanted an early start. Right darling?” Martha dismounted her horse gracefully turning to John who simply nodded. “No worries Martha, I have a letter from your father if you liked to read it.” She squealed, “Yes thank you, Henry! John, I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek handing him the reins of her horse, strolling away.

“What do you have there?” John asked still not looking at his brother, as he put his horses back. “Oh, you know the usual, a letter from that poor girl your torturing in Switzerland.” He handed the letter to him, John tucking it into his vest. “When are you going to write this girl back? She’s probably worried sick about you, John it’s cruel.”

“I will soon, I just don’t know what to say to her.” Henry sighed “How about, hey (Y/n) remember how I said Id court you and write you because I cared for you so much? Well, guess what I’m courting someone new and don’t care for you anymore.”

“I do care about her and I’m not courting Martha, were friends that’s it.” Henry scoffed, “Well ‘darling’ Martha thinks she’s getting courted and (Y/n) is probably being courted by some Swedish guy who actually gives her the time of day.” He walked away, annoyed with his brother’s behavior.

(Y/n) wouldn’t do that to him, right? But Henry had a point he was basically doing that to her but with Martha. He hadnt meant for things to go this far with Martha, sure he hadnt kissed her but keeping her here for this long was definitely giving her the wrong message. He made his way out of the barn and up to his room, making sure to lock it.

Once in his room be pulled out a box under his bed, they’re wrapped in (Y/n)’s ribbon were all her letter. He sat as his desk and pulled out the new one, beginning to read it.

End of September 1772

Dear John Laurens,

I am now 15, you are about to be 18. Happy birthday John. If you were curious to know I spent my birthday with Anna alone. I hoped you’d bless me with a letter but no surprise you’ve disappointed me again. I wanted to take the time to tell you our courtship is over, though for you it might have been over long ago. I will cherish our childhood memories well, and when I’m old I’ll think back and smile. For now, I’ll force a smile until someone comes around and changes that. Thank you, John, for everything, you truly changed my life. It goes without saying that this will be my last letter to you. I hope you have a prosperous career and hey maybe that dream you had about your all-black regiment will come true. Never give that up John, you’re destined for greatness, I know it. I don’t want this part to sound bitter but find a good wife John, someone whose smile lights up your world. Have those 7 kids you want, which I still think is a crazy number. I wish you the best John, I’m sending your necklace with this letter. I assume you’d want it back, and I can’t keep it if I’m not yours anymore. The next girl will adore it, John. Best of luck to you, old friend.

Sincerely (Y/n) Fiore Gavalanch

He sighed wiping the tears forming in his eyes, he should have seen this coming. He took the envelope and pulled out her necklace, his hands shook as he placed the necklace in her box. He understood leaving (Y/n) in the dark for so long was wrong, but he wanted to see if he could make his mother happy. He tried to love Martha, god that was all he was doing for the past 4 months, putting all his time and energy into getting himself to like her. It wasnt fair to either of them, he knew that with (Y/n) if had written her back he knew he wouldn’t have been able to focus on Martha. Martha was everything his mother wanted for him and he was trying to please his mother. The pain he was experiencing now from losing (Y/n) was it worth it? He abandon a girl who knows the feeling too well.

She couldn’t control her mother dying so she grew up with no female guidance. Her father did what he thought was right and left her alone in a foreign country at such a young age. And now he who promised to wait for her and court her dropped off the face of her world.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts, he wiped his tears and placed the box under his bed. He opened the door to see a sad Martha, “John my father wants me back in London, he states it super important.  I’m sorry to leave you now, I can see you’re still hurting from your mother’s passing.” She pointed out the tear stains on his face. He nodded, grateful she was leaving.

He needed time to think about him, he obviously wasnt getting anywhere with Martha. Apparently forcing yourself to like someone doesn't work. “Its alright Martha, safe travels.”

“Well, I’ll come back as soon as I can John. I don’t want to leave you for too long especially considering our situation. Hopefully, I’ll see you soon, Johnny.” She once again kissed his cheek and then left to pack her things. Gosh, he definitely needed to clear things up, at least she was leaving though, breaking the news through a letter seemed better than doing it in person.

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“Boys! John, Henry, James! Come down here.”

“What is it, father?” Henry asked when they were all in front of their father. “Boys were going to be rich! The business is soaring boys!” They clapped, “Congrdualtions father.” John said.

“Well boys with the business going so good, we’ve got to dedicate ourselves to it. So we’re moving to London! Mr. Mannings has got a house all set for us, so you guys will learn and study there. The girls will, unfortunately, have to stay here with your aunt. But us Laurens Men are going to thrive in London, what do you say boys?” Henry and James celebrated with their father, eager to get to London.

London, way to close to Martha, far from the colonies, where the action was happening. Hed leave his sisters and best friend behind but he'd be closer to (Y/n). Maybe he could make his way to Switzerland one weekend and apologize to her. Yes, that’s what he do, go get his girl back.

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#alexander hamilton #angelica schuyler #eliza schuyler #hamilton #lafayatte #peggy schuyler #aaron burr #john laurens x reader #reader insert #fanfic

[svubloods]

Imagine being the Youngest Reagan: Just the Seven of Us

(A/N: Something different but fun. Just cute really. I hope you enjoy!)

Imagine being the Youngest Reagan: Just the Seven of Us

Staten Island, New York City, New York 1996

Joseph Reagan observed his parents sceptically, to the point he could feel his right eyebrow quirked up in suspicion as he watched them from his position in the backseat. They were certainly acting normally, he thought, as the continued to speak casually to Jamie, your brother, about his high school electives. Everything seemed normal but something was off and Joe knew it. He didn't understand where they were going, why they were being so secretive about it and why they had organised it like this so that they were only ones clued in. Joe’s younger siblings sixteen-year-old Jamie and eight year old Y/N clearly wasn't as curious as he was but maybe that was because as they both still lived at home and going on trips with them on the weekend weren't an unusual occurrence for them unlike Joe, who was now living on the Columbia Campus in the city after starting his freshman year there a few months ago. What was even weirder was that his older sister Erin, a Junior at Columbia, and older brother Danny, a rookie cop, were instructed to meet them at whoever they heading, no excuses. Which meant that unlike him who had decided to catch the train to Staten Island to his parents from the city a day early and stay the night before, they knew where they were all heading.

Though he was naturally curious, he trusted his parents and didn't dwell on it. So he pulled away from his intrigued thoughts and his view of the blurring Staten Island streets through the window to look at his little sister. Who was sandwiched comfortably between him and Jamie in the middle seat at the back seat of the car? He watched amused as she read the book tightly clutched in her small hands intently, her face slightly screwed up in concentration. It was a face that he knew all too well, his Mother and older sister Erin made similar faces when concentrating as well.

He was glad she was enjoying the book. His mom had been telling him that ever since moved out and gave her the book; ’The Ultimate Kid’s Guide to All Things Science’ that she hadn’t put it down. And today was no exception, the book enough to entertain her during the seemingly long trip. Though didn’t need his mom to tell him that she had been enjoying it, she told him every Sunday when he took the train back up for Sunday Lunch back at his parents. He was happy that she was liking it so much, especially as the whole reason he gave it to her was so that on the day he left, she would be too distracted to get too upset. Despite the age difference, Joe shared a very special bond with his baby sister. Unlike Jamie who thought he was too cool and Erin and Danny who were too much older, he loved spending time and talking to her. In fact, he missed hearing about her second grade, well now third-grade escapades. It was either his little sister was a great storyteller or that the lives of eight and seven years olds were vastly more interesting than his own.

Joe leaned into her side gently and bowed his head to whisper to her so that only she could hear.

“Whatcha reading?” He whispered, glancing at the page she was reading.

“How to make a volcano out of paper-mâché!” You whispered excitedly, looking at him with a large grin, “And before it said that inside volcanos there is lava and it's really hot!”

“Lava?” He asked, encouragingly, chuckling to himself as you flipped the page back and pointed at it dramatically.

“Molten rock!” You stated, confidently.

“Woah,” He played along happily, “So you’re enjoying the book then?”

“It’s the best present ever,” You exclaimed, though you were still whispering to each other, “Thank you, Joey,”

“But you still miss me right?” He teased.

You nodded with a playful pout just empathise how much you still missed him and he put his arm around you and gave you a squeeze.

“You’re squishing me!” You squealed, your face pressed up against his torso so it was muffled. 
“It’s because I love you so much,” He jokingly singsonged, keeping you pressed into his side as he rocked you from side to side, the best he could from your strapped down position in the car.

“What’s going on back there?” Your Dad’s voice asked with teasing sternest from the driver’s seat, you both glanced forward to see his fascinated eyes fixated on the both of you in the rearview mirror. “Just the usual,” The nineteen-year-old quipped, acting in a way to arouse fake suspicion and to entertain you,  “Lava, college, our plans for world domination,”

“Is that right?” Your Dad entertained, looking at his eight year old daughter directly, “What will the great Y/N/N dominate first?”

You paused for a second your face contorting in concentration once again before responding.

“Manhattan,” You declared.

“You might want to ask Grandpa first,” He chuckled.

“Why do I need to ask Grandpa?” You whined, looking at him confused in the rearview mirror.

“Well, he’s the Police Commissioner remember? And that means it’s his job to make sure police officers like me and Danny do their job and protect people. Which includes stopping takeovers from tyrannical eight-year-olds,” He explained, purposely.

“What are you going to do if Grandpa says no, Y/N?” Jamie asked, his conversation over now, and his full attention refocused onto your interaction.

“Ask Grandma, she always says yes!” You revealed, “Especially when I make my eyes big like this,”

You widened your eyes with your fingers and pouted playfully which much to your confusion made everyone else in the car laugh.

“Can I know where we are going now?” Joseph asked your parents when the laughter died down.

“Patience, young Joseph,” Your Mother teased, whipping round to smirk at him, “All will be revealed,”

“You and your dramatics Mother,” Joe quipped, rolling his eyes at his mother and her antics, but he couldn't help the laugh that spilt over despite his best attempts to control himself.

“You hear that Frank?” She giggled, grabbing hold of his arm as he drove, “He’s serious, he called me mother,”

“Should we tell him?” Your Dad entertained, his eyes on the road ahead.

“Yes you should,” He interrupted, “Danny and Erin already know, so it’s only fair that I know too,”

“Well, that’s because there is too many of you to fit in the car,” Your Mom shrugged.

“I don’t know where we are going either,”Fifteen-year-old Jamie added, making sure he was apart of the conversation as well.

“Why can’t I know what I’m giving up my Saturday for?” Joe countered.

“Because you should be happily willing to spend your Saturday with us regardless of the exact details,” Your Mom refuted, “And anyway let’s be honest Joey, you didn't have any plans anyway,”

Jamie snorted.

“Hey,” Joe protested, “I had plans,”

“With Tia?” Jamie joked, rolling out her name as Joe’s cheeks went red.

“Shut up!”

“Whose Tia?” Your mom asked, perking up and suddenly eager, “Don’t tell me I have to start helping to plan another son’s wedding,”

“Mom,” Joe groaned in embarrassment, sinking in his seat slightly.

“That will teach you to try and ruin the surprise,” She laughed, “Now Jamie, how was football practice yesterday?”

It wasn’t long after that, that you arrived at your destination. You pilled out the car and marvelled in wonder at was before you as your brothers quickly followed you. Your parents with smiles on their faces grabbed all your things.

“Coney Island?” Joe questioned in disbelief, “You made me travel from Manhattan to Staten Island only to take me to Brooklyn?”

“We didn't make you come a day early,” Your Dad reminded.

“But you understand that this could have been so much easier, right? If you had told me where we were going for this family Day out!” He protested, helplessly.

“But think of all the fun you had on the journey up with us,” Your mom comforted, side hugging Joe tightly which he quickly returned.

“Now, we have to wait for your brother and sister to get here,” Your Dad announced.

“Babe, give Danny a call to see how long they’ll be,” Your Mother suggested, her and Joe circling the car towards your Dad while you and Jamie stood looking hopefully at the entrance, “He said that Erin was coming with him,”

“JJ is that a rollercoaster? You squealed as the distinctive whoosh of it breezed past you.

“Probably,” He nodded, before crouching down beside you, “But I have a feeling you might be too small to go on,”

“Noooo, why can’t I be taller!” You huffed, slamming your small foot adorned with a thin white sandal on the concrete.

“Maybe next year you'll grow,” He shrugged, nervously, suddenly regretting answering your question without backup, rookie mistake.

“But I want to go on now!” You insisted, “Maybe I’ll grow before we get there, lets go and see!”

“Well, how about we do something else together, instead? Because that’s not going to happen” He offered, hopefully.

“Like what?” You demanded, narrowing your little eyes at him and frowning.

“I’ll buy you a hotdog,” He smiled.

“You don't have any money,” You sighed, disappointed.

“Okay, I’ll get Dad to buy us both hotdogs,” He clarified.

“I want two,” You babbled, “I didn't have breakfast, so I'm really hungry,”

“Why not?”

“I wanted to save space for my milkshake,” You answered before grinning and adding, “Daddy said I could have one if I’m good,”

“How did you know you could get a milkshake?” He questioned.

“Because,” You began dramatically, “Mommy told me where we were going yesterday, she said we were going to the beach and they had milkshakes there. And I love milkshakes!”

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“Because if I had told you then it wouldn't be a secret and it was a secret,” You reiterated.

He was about to say something else only to be interrupted by the arrival of your older siblings, twenty-three-year-old Danny and twenty-one-year-old Erin.

“All right, we’re here and now tell us why,” Danny announced after he and Erin greeted your parents and the rest of you.

“Now that everyone is here,” Your Mother beamed, “I’ll explain. Your Father and I thought it would be fun to get all of us together for a proper family day, just the seven of us, because it’s very rare we all get together just us and because this might be our last chance as just seven ever before my baby boy get married next weekend,”

Your Mother finished her explanation by engulfing Danny into her embrace and squeezing his cheeks.

“Ma,” He cried, but he did little to remove himself from her grasp, “So that’s why I couldn't bring Linda, huh?”

“We wanted to celebrate it being just the seven us of us,” Your Dad added, going over and clapping Danny on the back, “Before you start your new family,”

“Well not any time too soon, hopefully,” He cringed, not enjoying both of his parent's undivided attention even if it was only for a few moments.

“A new family?” You whispered to yourself.

“Shh,” Jamie sounded, putting his finger to his lips as your parents continued to speak.

You were too consumed with your own confused thoughts to focus on what everyone was saying. All you could remember was looking up at everyone, everyone was smiling and laughing and your frowning at them all but they didn’t seem to notice.

“So we have dinner reservations at a restaurant for Seven, so if we end up splitting up that’s where we will meet,” Your Mom continued to explain, “But since this is a family day I hope we all be sticking together all day and yes I’m looking at you boys,”

Jamie and Danny protested the statement, your Dad and Joe just laughed.

“Oh,” You Mother cried, before pulling all five of you into a bear hug, you only reached her hips so once again your face was squished, “I can’t believe I get to believe I get to spend all day with all five o my babies,”

“Mom, don’t cry,” Erin said above you.

“I might not survive the day if you keep crushing my windpipe,” Danny spluttered.

She quickly released everyone before commenting playfully, “Sorry, for loving you all so much,”

“Come on let’s get going,” Your Dad instructed and with that, you made your way.

From there the seven you made your way around Coney Island. Constantly stopping and starting again, as everything seemed to grab the interest of at least one of you. None of you had realised how much you all had to catch up on with each other, everyone had something going on in their lives that they hadn't mentioned yet or fully explained. Your mother adored having all of you together and the fact that all of you were so close despite the large age differences. It was something she always worried about and the fact that sometimes he felt like she was always being pulled in five different directions which meant at least one of you was always left out. It was much easier when you were all together. Everyone was talking and enjoying themselves, happy. Just by simply being together.

Everyone except for you of course. You couldn't enjoy yourself as much as everyone else. Being the youngest meant that you couldn't participate in the rides that Joe and Jamie wanted to go on or a lot of the activities your Mom and Erin went off to do. So for a good proportion of the day you were on the sidelines with whoever was designated to take care of you. Not that you minded at that point, you were too upset but no one seemed to notice and it would fluctuate when you were distracted. Everyone was too distracted with enjoying themselves to notice that you weren't always. A lot of time to save time someone carried you round so that you wouldn't get too tired too quickly.

“What do you think, rockstar?” Your Mom asked bending slightly to meet you, as you stomped out of the dressing room of a kids clothing store that you, your mom and older sister Erin.

You frowned at the new denim dress that Erin had selected for you, which to you looked exactly like on you already had. You also shook your head to wobble the big red bow that Erin had put in your hair because she said it would match the new red shoes that your mom had selected.

“Well, that isn't a promising look,” She chuckled, grabbing your face in her hands and pulling it closer to hers, “What’s up?”

“I don’t like it!” You insisted.

“But you look so cute in it, well cuter than usual,” Your Mom winked at you with a reassuring grin, “What do you think Erin?”

“Y/N, you look adorable,” She complimented, playing with your mass of curly hair before straightening your bow.

“But I don’t want to be adorable,” You sighed.

“Then what do you want to be?” Your Mom questioned.

“A big girl,” You smiled, “So I can go on the rollercoasters,”

You Mom just chuckled while Erin who was at least a foot taller than your mom at that age knelt down beside you.

“You look like a big girl in that outfit,” she said.

“You’re just saying that because you picked it,” You frowned, narrowing your eyes at her suspiciously.

“No, I mean it,” She promised, “Look we’re matching,”

She gestured to the white and navy striped dress she was wearing and the shirt she had picked for you to wear under your new denim dress. Also white and navy.

“We are,” You beamed, your eyes lighting up before frowning again, “But you don’t like it when Mom tries to dress us the same,”

“I’ll make an exception for today,” She sighed.

“Really?”

“Only today because you look so amazing,” She teased, poking your ribs playfully and sticking your tongue at you.

“Is the lady satisfied?” Your Mom teased, shooting Erin a sneaky wink.

“Indeed,” You played along before you all left the store to meet the boys who were all waiting outside for you to finish.

“Can we go to the rides now?” Jamie asked as soon as you returned to the group.

Your Mom and Dad shared a look before looking down at you, knowing that you were too young to go on anything in that area. They seemed to interact telepathically, coming up with a plan without saying a word to each.

“All right boys, let’s go,” Your Mom responded as Jamie and Joe ran ahead.

“I’ll go too,” Erin added, walking alongside your mom.

Which left you, your Dad and Danny at the storefront. You looked up expectantly at your Dad, purposely ignoring your older brother.

“Hey kiddo, how about we try out some carnival games?” Danny asked.

“No,” You stated, ducking behind your Dad’s legs.

“No?” He repeated, taken aback.

You nodded before grabbing hold of your Dad tightly, his hands flying down to steady you.

“Oh okay,” He nodded.

“Why don’t you go catch up with everyone Danny,” Your Dad suggested pointedly leaving it as just the two of you.

He gathered you up in his arms and held you tightly against him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the Carnival?” He asked, studying your young face.

“Let’s go,”

Fifteen minutes you were happily throwing beanbags and even though you weren't making any progress on the towers of steel cups, you were having fun. And your Dad seemed to be having fun just the two of you as well. He eventually stepped in and helped you win a prize, a toy money that was almost as big as you were.

“A monkey for my little monkey,” He grinned handing you the prize almost causing you to topple over.

“You hold it,” You squealed, shoving it back into his arms as he laughed at you.

He put the monkey over one shoulder and grabbed your hand as you continued your way through the carnival.

You babbled happily to him as you went and even though he engaged with you, usually as happy, he watched you with a curious eye. Not forgetting your interaction with your older brother as well as your mood throughout the day. You were in the middle of telling him the story of your day at school the day before when he bumped into a cop that he knew. Your Father soon became distracted by the conversation enough that you eased your hand out of his. You knew that your Dad loved to talk to other cops and that it might take a while. You looked around for something to do but trying to make sure that you stayed close. You knew better than to wander off. You looked around suspiciously about to give up before you heard some frustrated sighs from a booth beside you.

Curious as ever, you wandered over to see what was making the boy so upset. He was tall and skinny boy, only a couple of years older than you with really blonde hair and bright eyes. You watched for a few minutes as he kept failing to aim the water gun correctly, so he kept on missing his target. He huffed in defeat, turned around and noticed you.

“Oh,” He said in surprise, “Are you waiting to play?”

“No,” You answered much to his confusion, “I was watching you,”

“I’m not very good at this game so it probably wasn't very interesting,” He blushed, shoving his hands in his pocket awkwardly in embarrassment.

“If you want I can show you how to do it,” You offered, brightly, “This is my favourite game,”

“Okay,” He nodded, sceptically, stepping out the way for you.

“You have to do it like this,” You instructed, repeating how Danny had once taught you when playing with water guns in the backyard.

You raised the water gun up with two hands, and aimed it in the right position, keeping your eye on the target before pressing the lever and hitting the bullseye exactly. You kept your hand steady until the tank filled up and the bell rang, indicating that you won a surprise. Once it did and you were handed your prize, a keychain this time, you turned back to look at the boy.

He had been watching you with his mouth open.

“Here you go,” You insisted, giving him the keychain.

“But it’s yours,” He said.

“And I’m giving it to you,” You smiled, “Do you think you can do it yourself now,”

He nodded, “You’re really good at it,”

“My brother Danny showed me how to do it,” You informed brightly before frowning again.

“What’s wrong?” The boy asked.

“My brother is leaving!” You cried.

“Why?”

“He’s getting a new family,” You said, sadly.

“That’s too bad. You’re like the coolest sister ever,” He comforted.

“Really?”

“Yeah, none of my older sisters know how to shoot a water gun,” He sighed, “They just talk about girly things like clothes and boys,”

“Boys are gross,” You shuddered.

“Hey,” He protested, offended.

“Not you,” You corrected, “You’re my friend,”

“I am?” He grinned.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I’m Dominick, but everyone calls me Sonny,”

“Like sunshine?” You giggled.

“Yeah,” He shrugged, bashfully.

“I’m Y/N,” You breathed, reaching to shake his hand, “Nice to meet you,”

You shook each other's hands vigour-sly before bursting into giggles. You continued to chat about the game as Sonny had another go himself. But you were soon interrupted by your Dad calling for you.

“I have to go now,”

“Bye,” He waved.

You waved back before running back over to your hug who bent down to greet you with a hug.

“Where did you run off to?” He inquired, bopping you on the nose.

“Over there playing a game with my friend,” You pointed, giggling as he shook you around playfully.

“You just make friends everywhere don’t you?” He chuckled as he clasped your hand and you continued to walk up the pier.

“That’s because it's easy,”

“Not for everyone,” He informed before you stopped and sat on a bench that looked out over the seafront, “Do you want to know a secret, Y/N?”

You nodded, turning to look up at your Dad.

“Your Mom and I sat on this very bench on our first date,”

“Really, it’s that old?” You asked.

“Must be,” He laughed, “I took your mother here for our very first date and after we spent all afternoon playing carnival games we came and sat here for hours,”

“And you didn't get bored?”

“I could never be bored when I’m with your mother,”

“Do you get bored of me?” You inquired, curiously.

“No, of course not. I could never get bored of you,” He promised, pulling you into his side, “You’re my baby girl,”

“Is Danny bored of us?” You continued, widening your eyes up at him.

“Why are you asking that?” You Dad returned, clearly concerned.

“Because he’s leaving and starting a new family,” You began to sob, your eyes filling with tears.

“Hey,” Your Dad comforted, wiping away the tears that spilt down your face, “Danny isn't leaving the family. He’s always going to be your brother and apart of this family, all of us will always be.”

“Then why did Mom say, it was last time?” You demanded.

“Because when Danny gets married next weekend, they’ll be eight of us,” He clarified.

“Eight?”

“Well won’t Linda will be one of us?”

“She is?” You exclaimed.

“She’s going to be a Reagan, just like you and just like me,” He reassured.

“I love Linda,” You grinned before lowering your voice, “Sometimes more than Danny,”

“I know you do,” He smiled, hugging you tightly before pulling you away at arm's length, “Now should we go find Danny so you can say sorry for being mean to him,”

You nodded reluctantly before your Dad carried you to the other end of the pier where everyone else was. As you approached, you saw Danny standing with your Mom as your other brothers and Erin rode a ride that was going faster than you had ever seen before. As soon as you were in reach, you made your Dad put you down and you ran up to Danny, slamming into his side with so much momentum that you almost knocked him over before you hugged him.

“What the…Y/N?” He said jumping in surprise before steadying himself.

“Hi,”

“Oh, are we speaking now?” He probed, looking down at you, “You’ve been frowning at me all day,”

“Because I thought you were leaving me” You pouted, “But I know you aren't so we’re friends again,”

“What if I don’t want to be friends with you?” He countered.

You felt your face crumble as you gazed up at him.

“All right, all right, we’re friends,” He insisted quickly, finally hugging you back, “Just never look that upset again, promise?”

“Promise,” You nodded before whispering, “Hey Danny?”

“What’s up kiddo?”

“I’m really happy that Linda is going to be a Reagan,”

“Me too,” He smiled, poking at your dimples as you smiled back at him.

For the rest of evening, you stuck by Danny’s side, sitting by him at dinner and letting him carry you on the beach when all seven of you took a final stroll on the beach before leaving. You don't remember saying goodbye to Danny, Erin or Joe. The next thing you remember is waking up in the car, it was dark outside and Jamie was asleep beside you while your Dad snored quietly in the passenger seat. Your Mom who was driving and had noticed you stirring.

“Did your Dad’s snoring wake you?” She whispered to you.

You shook your head stifling a giggle as your mom motioned for you to be quiet.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“We’re heading home now,” She informed, “Did you have fun today?”

You nodded eagerly at her, “It was the best day ever,”

“I’m glad you had fun,” 

“Did you Mommy?” You inquired.

“It was best the day ever,” You smiled, repeating your sentiment.

“What was your favourite part?” You questioned, intrigued as much as you could be in your tried state.

“Spending time for you, of course,” She insisted before adding, “And going back to the pier with your Dad,”

“Because that’s where you had your first date!” You reasoned.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s a secret,” You breathed, putting a finger to your lips.

“Uh huh,” She nodded sceptically, “Or your Dad is a blabbermouth,”

#Blue Bloods #blue bloods imagine #Reagan #Frank Reagan #Danny Reagan #Jamie Reagan #Joe Reagan #Erin Reagan #reagan imagine #frank reagan imagine #jamie reagan imagine #joe reagan imagine #mini series #law and order svu #svu #sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #blast to the past #blue bloods fandom #blue bloods x svu #imagine #svubloods

[eryiss]

Chapter Two ~ Sunset

Summary: When Lucius was told his father was retiring and he was to inherit the company, he was overwhelmed. Naturally, he confided in the advice of H’esper Legal Firm on what to do with his new acquisition, with the expectation of sound legal advice and nothing more. And while he gets this advice, he finds himself much more interested with the handsome intern with deep freckles and a statue of a bird sitting on his desk. [Quillucius | Modern Au]

Here we go, the second part of my Quillucius fic. I hope you all enjoy it, I’ve really liked writing for them and hope to do it again. They’re very wholesome boys.

You can read it on Archive of our Own, or under the cut. I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter Two: Sunset

Friday; 11th October

Quill smiled as he walked towards the docks of Gustheaven, Lucius standing beside him with an equally content expression painted across his features. Quill knew this for sure, as he kept glancing up towards the other man to make sure he was enjoying himself. Every time he did, the brunette felt both reassured and delighted that he was the person who was accredited to putting such a beautiful expression on Lucius' face.

The two of them were on their first date; first official date at least. As Quill had been the one to ask Lucius out, he had insisted that he be the one who organised where they went. Lucius had agreed without any arguing, and the large smile Lucius had worn told Quill that it would be difficult to do something that Lucius wouldn't enjoy.

And while he wasn't a date aficionado, Quill liked to think what he had planned was perfect for them.

He had remembered the play that Lucius had insisted he watch as soon as he could from their first meeting in the coffee shop, as well as remembering that Lucius said he would watch is as many times as he could and would never be bored of it. It only seemed natural that it was involved in their first date; and the beaming expression on Lucius' face as well as the constant chatter about how perfect it was, which started the moment he saw the theatre and lasted until the show began, told Quill he had made the right decision.

The play had been good. But quill was distracted by the man he was watching it with.

After that, he had intended to take them both for a meal at a tavern that did the best pub-style food Quill had ever tasted. That was where the night had hit a slight roadblock, as the restaurant was apparently being renovated for a few days. That was something that hadnt been mentioned on the website, when Quill had booked their reservation. Earlier the same damn day.

A small amount of panic had followed after finding that out – it was a Friday night; any good restaurants would be fully booked by now – but Lucius didn't seem to mind. He stated that Aila had given him a cheat day on his diet, and if Quill didn't mind then maybe they could go to a fast food place he knew that served the best burgers in the city along with having an extensive menu of milkshakes that were apparently to die for. The fact that the man – who Quill had to remind himself often was a millionaire – was happy to eat a burger and fries made Quill's panic dissipate immediately and made the date even better.

And Lucius seemed to be enjoying it too, given he was sipping one of his two milkshakes.

He had insisted he only wanted one, but seeing his eyes flicker between them both on the menu told Quill otherwise, so he got them both.

They hadnt eaten in the fast food place itself, despite there being a lot of space. Quill, while they waited for their food to be cooked, realised that they weren't that far from the docks, which had a public pier anyone could go to. It wasn't tourist season, meaning they would probably be alone and have a perfect view of the ocean while they ate. When he proposed this to Lucius, the man had beamed perhaps more so than when Quill had ordered the multiple drinks for him.

The blonde really did have an expressive face.

That was how they found themselves walking towards the ocean, Quill holding a brown paper-bag containing their food while Lucius held the drinks. The one he was currently drinking was in his left hand, while Quill's and his other was balanced well in a cardboard carrier. Quill glanced up to see him happily sipping his caramel and Oreo milkshake, and grinned a little.

"You like watching people, don't you Birdie?" Lucius commented after removing the straw from his lips.

"Well," Quill frowned, not sure where Lucius had gotten this idea. "I suppose I do, don't I."

Quill did like watching people. Well, being more specific, he liked being aware of what was going on around him; he was more of an observer than someone who liked to interact with things. He hadnt always been that way, in his teen years he had been something of a show-off actually, but had mellowed out through time. He suspected that the focus on wanting to know what was happening around him stemmed back to the accident. He quickly rid himself of that thought; he was on a date and didn't need to bring himself down like that.

"I'm a little jealous, Birdie," Lucius admitted, still smiling. "I've never been all that good at stepping back form the front of things. I went to a yoga retreat once and it was so boring I could have just died. Sometimes it feels like I'm never calm."

"That's not necessarily a bad thing, though," Quill commented. "I don't remember the last time I was at the front of anything. Too busy looking out for everything that could go wrong."

"I suppose we balance each other out then, don't we Birdie," Lucius grinned, nudging Quill's side with his elbow.

"Guess we do," Quill smiled, before continuing. "And it's not just you that finds meditation and yoga boring. I think everyone does but we've tricked ourselves into thinking it's good for us when all we do is sit down."

"Right!" Lucius agreed loudly, and Quill laughed at the passion in his voice.

The two men walked up the old pier, which was as empty as Quill had expected it to be. They walked to the end of it, the sound of gentle waves accompanying them from the beach below. Though there was a selection of benches they could sit on, Lucius had insisted that they had made it this far and there would be no point in that if they didn't get the best possible view of the ocean. Quill agreed, so they sat on the end of the pier, with their legs dangling over the edge.

Placing the bag of food between them both, Quill looked over the ocean. It wasn't still, but the sun glinted off it as it began to set, and it look altogether rather beautiful. Quill glanced to the side and towards his date, seeing the sun lighting up Lucius' face. He, too, was altogether rather beautiful.

After enjoying the moment for a few seconds, Quill routed though the bag of food and brought out the burger he had gotten for himself. He watched as Lucius did the same with his own food, putting the large bag of fries between them both.

"Sorry it's not anything spectacular," Quill apologised again.

"You can only say that because you haven't had any of it yet, Birdie," Lucius smiled, taking a bite of his food.

"Still, I wanted to make this all fancy and it didn't exactly work out."

"You don't need to keep apologising, Quill. This is lovely," Lucius smiled, and Quill believed him. The fact Lucius had used his actual name meant he was being serious. "Besides, it's not like I still burst into tears or throw a tantrum when I don't get my way."

"Still?" Quill asked with a small smile.

"Well, I'm not proud of it, but I used to be a tiny little bit spoiled," Lucius spoke with a blush on his cheeks. "I'm not anymore, I don't think, and I've become a lot stronger and more independent now that I know Aila and Nova. You've met them, you could probably guess they wouldn't put up with me if I was that bad."

"No, I doubt they would," Quill chuckled, imagining how the tall redhead would react to the overly spoiled image of Lucius Quill was now thinking of. "How did you meet them. You seem… an odd bunch."

"Oh, through university actually," Lucius smiled. "I ran into the wrong lecture hall and Nova was the nicest person there and helped me get where I needed to be. She already knew Aila, but me and her didn't get along very well at the start. We didn't argue or anything horrible like that, but I don't think she understood why Nova liked me and I thought she could be a little brutish."

Lucius then went on to explain the turning point of his and Aila's friendship. They had gone on a weekend away together and rather than booking a hotel as Lucius had expected, Aila had taken them camping. Lucius hadnt been happy about it – it was all muddy and squelchy and he'd worn white clothes that still had yet to be cleaned correctly – but he had stuck it out non the less. What really clinched Aila's high opinion on him was when the owner of the campsite, a Mr Brookstone, tried to get them to pay almost three times what they owed, and Lucius had been the one to stand their ground and refuse to let them be taken advantage of. Apparently it was the first time Lucius had shown any backbone in front of the redheaded woman, and she respected him at least slightly from that point.

Quill had laughed along with the story, maintaining the idea that Lucius was born to entertain. The way he went on little tangents about the small details he remembered – such as the first-time mud went into his boots and how horrible it felt – and the visceral descriptions he managed to conjure were hilarious.

"So," Lucius asked after finishing his story. "How did you and Sentry meet?"

"Erm, in hospital actually," Quill admitted, looking to his lap. "We were the only two people in the ward and since the visiting hours were strict, we could only keep each other company for most of the time. And we just became friends after that."

"Oh. So it's true that every cloud has a silver lining," Lucius smiled. Quill was almost sure he responded that way as to not pry into why they were both in the hospital. He appreciated it.

"I suppose so," Quill agreed, looking out over the sun. "I've been meaning to tell you, you know how you suggested that I try and get into cartography again? Well, I've actually been looking into it and I'm going to start doing it again, I think."

"Birdie, that's fantastic!" Lucius beamed. "Have you don't anything yet? Can I see it?"

"Nothing yet," Quill laughed at his friend's enthusiasm. "All I've done is ordered the ink and asked if Sentry can help me get my old desk out of storage, but it's something. And I should say, it might take a while before I can produce anything. It's been a while, and I'll probably have to relearn how to do everything with only one arm, so don't expect anything soon."

"But when you're ready, you'll show me right?" Lucius was grinning again.

"You'll be the first person I come to, I promise," Quill smiled, and Lucius seemed to be ecstatic as the prospect.

They continued to eat their food, talking as they looked over the rising tide and the setting sun. Once their food was done, Lucius moved the bags to his side and shuffled closer to Quill, so that their sides were touching as they watched the ocean. It didn't take long for Quill to relax against the feeling of Lucius against him, and even slightly rest his head against the man's shoulder. Lucius grinned and didn't say anything.

Sitting in silence for a few moments, Quill was glad that the restaurant had been messed up. This moment, shared between them both as they watched nature at its most beautiful, was perfect. It was if a god watching over them had placed them in the right position for the best date possible.

"I'm glad we came here," Lucius commented. "My nanny used to take me here for a special treat. It was always nice, but I used to think it was missing something," Lucius looked down to Quill, who was looking back up at him. "I think that something was you, Birdie."

Quill blushed under the soft gaze of his date, the comment making Quill's heart beat that little bit faster. Lucius was still looking at him with an expression that could be seen as adoration, if Quill wanted to be arrogant. The brunette had no doubt that he too was wearing such an awestruck expression, as in that moment Lucius seemed to be the exact personification of beauty. Quill couldn't seem to look away, nor did he want to. The rest of the world was shut out around them, condensed into just the two of them and the moment they shared.

Lucius was perfect. His multi-coloured eyes glinted and so perfectly fitted Lucius in every possible way. His clear, blemish free skin was soft under the light of the evening sun. Looking further down, Quill's eyes lingered Lucius' thin, pink lips.

He inched himself forward a little.

Lucius did the same.

Both men were leaning forward slowly, Lucius raising his right hand to gently cup Quill's cheek. His touch was featherlight, but it made Quill's lips part slightly as he leant further forward. They both continued leaning further forward, getting closer by the second until, finally, their lips met in a kiss.

It was slow, cautious and a little messy. But perfect.

Though it seemed to last an eternity, they broke away after a few seconds. They pulled apart just to look at each other in the eye, both wearing smiles at what they had just done. Quill leaned forward again, bringing them into another kiss that Lucius seemed to be more than happy to reciprocate. Quill brought his hand to Lucius' shoulder so he could lean further in, while Lucius now had both hands on Quill's cheeks and was cupping them as if his face was a treasure of some kind. They were blind to the world around them, too engrossed in one another.

The second time they pulled apart, they kept their foreheads resting against each other. Both men were blushing bright red, but had no intention of moving further than absolutely needed.

"So," Lucius spoke after a few seconds. "I've never kissed a Birdie before. I would have thought that the beak-ie would have been a bigger problem."

For a second there was silence, then Quill burst out laughing.

He buried his face in the crook of Lucius' neck, who joined Quill in his laughter. Both men were loud and unabashed, overtaken by a flurry of laughter at the ridiculousness of what Lucius had just said. If anyone had been around to see them, they probably would have thought that the two men were either drunk or just idiots, but neither man cared at all. Because that moment was just between them, and couldn't be tainted.

It was perfect.

-~~~-

Sunday; 24th November

Lucius wasn't the type of man to kiss and tell. He was a gentleman, a well-behaved man of the world who knew where privacy was needed, but the evidence was as plain as day. He had spent the night in an apartment that wasn't his own; he had forgone his usual nightly moisturising routine; and, to put it in polite terms, his pyjamas were folded neatly in their draw rather than being on him as they normally would be.

That was all anyone needed to know about how he woke up that day.

He wore a large smile on his face as he did wake up, and the arm that was wrapped around Quill's stomach pulled him a little closer. His boyfriend was still sleeping soundly – an adorable sight that Lucius had, more than once, considered taking a picture of – and the blonde had no intention of waking him. Nor would he leave the bed until absolutely needed.

After their first date, and subsequent first and second kiss, the idea of returning to anything platonic became absurd. They went on more dates and, within three weeks, they had become an actual couple. Lucius couldn't fight back the smile he wore every time he thought back to that.

He pressed his lips against Quill's cheek, watching him stir for a moment before calming again.

How adorable.

Lucius had, despite what many people thought, always been the type of man to wake up early. There might have been a reason, but Lucius didn't care all that much to look for it, as he was too busy adoring his boyfriend. Quill always seemed to radiate calmness in some sense, but when he was sleeping all the stress in the mans face left him, his occasional movements were slow and unhindered, and the small noises he made would never fail to make Lucius grin and feel all warm and lovely inside. Waking up and cuddling his boyfriend was one of Lucius' favourite things to do now.

With a tired smile, he shifted so that his head rested on Quill's chest and he was correctly cuddled up against him.

He thought back to the first time that they had shared a bed with one another. Quill had been a little nervous, to say the least. It was the first time he had seemed self-conscious about his arm, and it made Lucius sad. Quill had gone so far as to pretend he normally slept on the left side of the bed – which he clearly didn't as all his chargers and a bottle of water was on the right bedside table – so Lucius would sleep facing the side of his body that had an arm. Lucius had called him out immediately and made sure to kiss away all those horrible little doubts about himself.

Besides, cuddling up to Quill's left side was great! He could get as close and clingy as he pleased and didn't have to worry about squashing Birdie's arm or cutting of circulation. It was perfect.

After looking at his adorable boyfriend for a little while, Lucius gave Quill's chest a little nuzzle before closing his eyes and relaxing again. He knew he wouldn't get to sleep again, once he was awake then he was awake for good. Well, not 'for good' as in indefinitely, as he would have died from exhaustion before his first birthday, but that was beside the point. He just wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend and have a nice relaxing morning.

This was lovely~

He didn't know how long it had taken, but eventually Birdie had woken up with a small, tired whine. As Lucius looked up to see his boyfriend waking, he felt Quill's arm wrap around his waist and pull him closer.

"Morning Lucius," Quill murmured, his voice all croaky and tired and cute. "You haven't been awake for too long, have you?"

"No I don't think so," Lucius smiled. "Besides, even if I had, this is nice."

"Yeah, it is," Quill agreed, leaning down and pressing his lips to the top of Lucius' head. "Shame we can't stay here all day."

"We could if we wanted to," Lucius pouted a little, burying his face further into Birdie's chest and smiling; it was rather comfortable being down here, and he would happily stay there for as long as possible.

But as Quill had said, they couldn't stay there all day. Quill was still a lawyer and had a lot of work to get through, even when on the weekend, and Lucius had now committed fully to his aspirations of getting work in costume design. He was making his portfolio as solid and varied as he possibly could, as it was soon coming to the time of year where new productions would start to arise in theatre. And with new productions came the need for new costume designers, meaning this was a pivotal time in the year for Lucius to start working.

That was something that had become habitual for the two. When they had nothing planned for the weekend, they would work side by side on their respective projects. This usually occurred in Lucius' apartment – his studio was there, and he had more than enough desk space for Quill – but as all Lucius was doing was drafting concept designs, they had slept at Quill's apartment and would spend the day there.

"Come on," Quill continued, nudging Lucius and getting a moan of complaint in response. "You know, I've got you a present. But I can only give you it if you get up."

Lucius' eyes cracked open at that, and he looked towards Birdie with a slightly suspicious expression. Lucius liked presents, both giving and receiving, so the idea intrigued him, but he couldn't shake the idea that Quill was lying to him in an evil plot to get him from under his warm comforter. Deciding to trust his boyfriend, though, he slowly removed himself from Quill's person and sat up against the headboard, cocking an eyebrow in a silent question.

Quill chuckled and left the bed, walking to the closet with Lucius' gaze on him constantly; they were dating, he was allowed to look if he pleased! He watched as Quill pulled something out from his closet and presented it to Lucius, who lit up at the sight.

A robe! A beautiful black fluffy robe!

Admittedly, it was a small thing to get excited about. But even from his position in the bed, Lucius could tell that it was the exact same fabric as his robe at home; possibly even the same brand. Lucius loved his robe, and to have one at Birdie's apartment as well just was perfect. He leapt out of the bed, wrapped his present around his body – it was so comfy – and then wrapped himself around Quill in a hug.

"Thank you Birdie," Lucius nuzzled Quill's hair. "I love it."

"I'm glad," Quill smiled. "I'm going to have some coffee, d'you want some?"

"Yes please," Lucius said, giving Quill's head a kiss before letting him go.

They were soon in the kitchen, Lucius sitting at the small table wearing only his special new robe while Quill brewed the coffee; much to Lucius' chagrin, he had put his pyjamas and his dressing gown on. It was an old piece of clothing that, if Lucius had his way, would be replaced. But Quill seemed to like it, so Lucius could cope. Even if the stitching was frayed and wonky.

Leaning on the table, Lucius watched as Quill navigated his kitchen. Lucius loved Quill's apartment, it was homely and had lots of warm colours coming from the filled bookshelves and oak furniture. More to the point, though, was how Quill seemed so in his element in his home. It was clearly designed with him in mind, both in terms of aesthetic appeal as well as practicality. Almost everything could be used with a single hand, and the few things that couldn't were simple enough that his prosthetic could pick up the slack, not that he could be bothered to wear it in the mornings. Lucius was glad Quill no longer felt self-conscious about not wearing it.

Watching Birdie move around was fascinating. His movements were fluid and fast, as if well-rehearsed and perfected. He could flick the coffeemaker on, grab two mugs and close a cupboard in a single movement, and he clearly wasn't hindered by his lack of an arm.

"You okay?"

Birdie's sudden question had snapped Lucius out of his admiration for the other man, and he sent a slightly guilty smile towards his boyfriend. "Sorry, just thinking."

"You sure? You looked like you wanted to ask something," Quill probed, leaning on the counter and looking towards Lucius.

"Well, its just that- and don't answer this if you don't want to," Lucius began. They hadnt really talked much about this subject, and Lucius didn't know where he stood exactly. "It's that, well, I was curious about…"

"How I lost it?" Quill picked up where Lucius left off, smiling to assure his boyfriend that he hadnt offended him. "You can ask, I'm not offended by it."

"I didn't want to force you to talk about it if you didn't want to," Lucius admitted. "But yes, that's what I wanted to ask."

Quill smiled again, and the coffeemaker dinged to show that it was ready. He quickly poured out both of their drinks and brought them to the table that Lucius was sitting on. He joined, sitting opposite his boyfriend so that he could look him in the eye as he spoke. He took a single sip of his coffee – which Lucius guessed was probably too hot given the wince on Quill's face – before looking up with a gentle expression.

"It was a car accident," He began, and Lucius watched his face as he spoke. It was hard to read. "I was coming back to college after the winter break. It was pretty late, so the roads were basically empty, so I was going a little faster than I probably should have been. Always liked driving fast, made me feel like I was flying. Ironic, given what you call me."

Quill laughed a little, and Lucius joined him. He was cautious though, not speaking.

"Anyway, it started to rain. Well, that's an understatement. It was a pretty nasty storm. But I didn't slow down because I thought it was a straight road and what was the worst that could happen, I'd see a car coming a mile away," He laughed again, perhaps bitterly. Lucius couldn't tell. "What I couldn't see coming, though, was lightning."

"You got hit?" Lucius asked, eyes wide.

"Not exactly," Quill's face darkened a little. "It struck just in front me. Scared me half to death, so I swerved. Roads were wet, so I couldn't stop and went straight into one of the poles holding up a sign. The pole must have been rusted or corroded or something, because it crumbled where the car hit it, and brought the sign down right onto me. Well, my arm to be specific."

To explain his point, Quill had brought his hand to about where his left shoulder would have been. Lucius winced, not able to imagine how it would have felt to have a highway sign cut into him that deeply. He tried not to think about it, feeling a little nauseous on Quill's behalf.

"There was a hospital nearby, thankfully, so they got to me quite quick," Quill continued. "But the sign had gotten pretty deep and it wasn't exactly sterile. So, they said a lot of stuff about blood loss and possibility of infection, and the end result was they needed to amputate. I was under the anaesthesia and they were operating on me before I could really process what it meant."

"I'm sorry Quill," Lucius frowned.

"Birdie," Quill corrected. He knew Lucius wasn't the type to let this effect how he saw him but needed to make sure it wouldn't happen. "And you don't need to be, it's not like you can change it. Besides, that's how I met Sentry, we helped each other along and get better."

"Can I ask what happened to Sentry?" Lucius asked, not sure if he was pushing it.

"She was in a coma, a little bit before I got there, she woke up but still needed to be under observation," Quill explained. "She had some amnesia as well, so when she was going to therapy to help that, I was going to a physio so I could adjust."

"Must have bene hard for you both," Lucius almost whispered, thinking back to all the trivial things he used to complain about. He still sometimes did get angry at things that probably didn't matter.

"At times, but we kept ourselves cheerful. Kind of made jokes about it," Quill smiled, seemingly thinking back to his time in the hospital. "I used to come up with little general knowledge quizzes for her, and she used to challenge me to arm wrestling contests when the nurses left the room. It felt like, if we could laugh at it all, it wasn't so bad."

That was when Lucius broke, tears prickling out of his eyes and he leant over the table and pulled Quill into a slightly wonky hug. His waist was awkwardly digging into the table, but he didn't care as he wrapped his arms around Birdie and hugged the life out of him.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Birdie," He whispered.

"It's okay," Quill assured him. "I also probably wouldn't have met you if it didn't happen. I had to take a year off from college so I could get back on my feet, and the reason I got my internship with H'esper was because he came to one of my third-year lectures. He said that I impressed him somehow – I thought I was just asking too many questions; I was a bit like Nova when she found out what Sentry does – but he liked that. But if I hadnt had been held back for a year, I might have missed out on working with him and meeting you. So maybe you and Sentry act as a way for god to apologise to me."

"Well," Lucius chuckled, smiling. "That's a nice way of looking at it."

Quill grinned and Lucius would say it was almost mischievous. "What else have I done to deserve a millionaire with a dick big enough to shag be into the next life?"

Lucius was sure he looked a little like a goldfish after that, and Quill just laughed.

"You're not feeling sorry for me now, are you?" Quill continued, obviously trying to break the tension, and Lucius joined in on the laughter. The room felt considerably lighter now, even if Lucius wasn't exactly sure how to feel; a vulgar comment about how good he was in bed with almost the direct opposite of a heart to heart about a traumatic event that his boyfriend had undergone.

Quill also looked more relaxed, and while Lucius couldn't be sure if it was because he had gotten the accident out in the open, or simply because the conversation was over, the blonde couldn't help but feel glad they'd spoken about it. It would no longer hang over them.

Their normal morning routine took over again, with Quill deciding that he wanted to have pancakes for the breakfast so making more than enough for the both of them. Again, Lucius watched him as he made his way around the kitchen, not hiding how impressed he was with Birdie. Though, he doubted he would be much less impressed if Quill had two arms; Lucius was by no means a cook whereas Quill seemed rather good at it. Or maybe he was just very skilled at flipping breakfast food, something Lucius doubted he could do.

They ate together, Lucius only eating slightly slower than normal so he could prolong actually working. He did love his work and designing was one of the most fun parts, but this particular project had been causing issues. He wanted to show how he didn't rely on colour by designing clothes more gothic and drab; but the idea of creating something drab neatly made him come out in hives.

Lucius insisted on doing the dishes after they ate, and as he was attempting to scrub off a particularly resilient bit of pancake batter from a pan, a thought struck him. He looked over his shoulder towards Quill.

"Birdie," He spoke up, getting his boyfriend's attention. "What do you do at Christmas?"

It was the dishes that had reminded him. Christmas dinner was one of the few times the entire Elenasto family sat down for a home cooked meal, and Lucius had been on dish washing duty; his sister was on drying. As a child, it was the only real chore he had done, so he always made the connection.

"I don't really have anything planned," Quill admitted. "Usually me and Sentry go to dinner somewhere. She doesn't have any family left and I hardly ever see mine anymore. Is there something you wanted to do?"

"Well, I was actually thinking that maybe we could have Christmas together," Lucius beamed at his suggestion. "I know Daddy and Mummy aren't coming back, and my sister's spending it with her wife and kiddies. So I thought we could all have a big Christmas lunch as a group. I know Nova's family live in a different country and she never lets me buy a ticket for her to go back, and I think we're the closest thing Aila has for family, so at least we'll all have somewhere to go."

This had been something that Lucius had wanted to do for years now; have a group Christmas rather than a family one. While he loved his family, it always felt artificial. He knew that Nova and Aila had spent their last few Christmas's together and it had sounded lovely, with Aila cooking an apparently amazing turkey in an old fashioned and rustic way. Now he had a great chance of joining them, and having Quill and Sentry there would make it even better.

"That actually sounds really nice," Quill smiled. "I'll ask Sentry next time we meet up. What made you think about it though."

"Oh my thoughts always wonder when I'm relaxed," Lucius smiled, looking back to Quill. "And I've got the best idea for a Christmas present for you. I can't tell you it though, it's a surprise, but I know you'll just love it."

Lucius then went on to talk about exactly how great their Christmas was going to be together. About how they could decorate their apartments together and make them look perfect. And then they could drive to the countryside and find a farmer's market and get all the food Aila would need for their Christmas dinner. If they wanted to, they could even try and make a traditional Christmas pudding and set it on fire before they ate it!

He wondered if Quill knew he was the kind of man who would happily keep his decorations up into march if allowed. If not, he would figure it out soon.

Lucius had to stop his over-excited planning of what they could potentially do when he felt Quill wrap his arm around his waist and press his lips against Lucius' neck. It made the blonde relax against him again, just as he had when they were cuddling in bed.

"As much as I could spend hours discussing this with you Lucius, we promised to do work today," Quill mumbled, though Lucius thought he seemed to be enjoying this hug as much as Lucius was. "So we should probably get dressed and start before the day ends."

"Fine," Lucius pouted a little. "But the second we stop I'm teaching you how to wrap presents properly. Like colour coordinating the paper with the little ribbons and bow-ys."

"I'll look forward to it," Quill promised, and Lucius believed him with a large grin on his face.

-~~~-

Monday; 9th December

"Quill, you need to stop second-guessing yourself," Sentry's voice came through the lawyer's headphones. "It's a great idea, and I'm sure he'll love it."

The brunette was sitting at his desk outside of H'esper's office. He was on his lunch break, having decided that he should call Sentry so he could get a second opinion on something that he had been debating in his head for days now. He looked at the picture on his monitor with a harsh gaze, analysing it with scrutiny and perhaps an overly critical eye. Even knowing that he was probably expecting too much of himself, he couldn't help but think something was wrong as he looked at the picture.

He used to be better than this, surely.

The picture was a map. It was of a famous fantasy world, the most popular world he had drawn when he had made such maps for his commissions. He knew this design well, which was why he had chosen it as his first attempt at drawing a fully sized map since getting back into it. But he couldn't help but focus on the flaws.

There was instances where he had caught his sleeve in the ink and smeared it unintentionally; times where his grip on the pen had either been too tight or too loose and had effected the strength of the ink; and a collection of other mistakes that jumped out at him.

"I just think that if I'm going to give him something I made, it should be perfect," Quill said back, leaning back in his chair.

"Unless after you sent me the picture, you scribbled all over the canvas, this is perfect," Sentry insisted, and Quill almost scoffed at the idea. "And even if it isn't perfect, do you really think he'll mind. He wanted you to get back into drawing, and he'd be proud and happily accept whatever you made him. You could draw him a big smiley face and he'd love it."

While that might be true, he couldn't shake the idea that just because Lucius would like something it didn't mean it was the best, he could give him. Lucius was special to him, and Quill wanted to give him a Christmas present that encapsulated his feelings towards the blonde. He wanted to give him something that told Lucius how comfortable he felt around him, how he appreciated that he could look past his flaws and simply liked Quill for being Quill. He just wanted something that he knew Lucius would love.

Though, now he thought about it, maybe an imperfect map would fit into all of those categories.

But if he could make Lucius something better, he should.

"Maybe I should start again," Quill commented, minimising the picture and getting back to his work. Even though he was on his lunchbreak, he was pretty overwhelmed with his work and would have to multi-task.

"Don't," Sentry insisted. "It's perfect. You said yourself that this was the first map you've drawn since the accident, and that he's the reason you're doing it. It's special and you know he'd love it."

"Yeah, maybe," Quill relented, though still wasn't sure. "I should get back to work. See you later."

"Bye Quill," Sentry said, obviously smiling. "He'll love it."

"If you say so."

Sentry laughed, said goodbye again and ended their phone call. Quill sighed, wanting to believe what Sentry had insisted but seemingly unable to. He didn't often doubt himself, but whenever he did it was usually rather all-encompassing. It wasn't helped that, whenever they discussed their Christmas present, Lucius seemed incredibly pleased with what he had planned. Quill wanted to give his boyfriend a gift he was equally pleased and confident in.

He tried not to linger on it, though. He opened up a contract that H'esper had emailed him with the request he looked through to see if he could find any inconsistencies or exploitations. It was something he often did now, and while it did sound boring, he actually rather enjoyed it. Contracts were logic and easy to understand.

Not like making a present for someone.

As he always did, he gave the entire contract a quick read through to understand what the main purpose was, and to see where the person who drafted would likely try and get more than they were owed. After that, he started to look at each clause in more detail.

He managed to get around twenty minutes of uninterrupted work before his phone started to buzz on his desk. He glanced down, expecting to see Sentry checking up to see if he had burned his map or something equally ridiculous, but instead was presented with Lucius' name followed by a series of rainbow emojis; below was a picture of Lucius that he had taken of the blonde without him knowing. He had an expression on his face that could only be described as soft, and Quill loved to see it whenever his boyfriend called him.

Accepting the call, he leant back in his office chair and relaxed. If past experiences were anything to believe, talking with Lucius over the phone would leave working practically impossible. Lucius' enthusiasm was boundless, even over the phone.

"Birdie!" Lucius all but shouted. "They said yes. I got it and they said yes!"

"Slow down, who said yes?" Quill frowned, eyebrows furrowing.

"Remember a couple weeks ago I sent my portfolio to all the production people who are casting for their new musicals and plays and things, well one of them was impressed. So I just had a meeting with her and brought some of the outfits I've already made and we talked about it and she like what I'd done. Birdie, they offered me a jobbie! I'm making all the costumes for the entire production. I'm so excited!"

"I can tell," Quill chuckled. "I'm really happy for you Lucius, it's great."

"Thank you Birdie," Lucius grinned. "I know you're busy so we can't go out to lunch, but would it be okay if I came and had lunch in your office with you. I've just got so many ideas and I need to get them out; I'll bring that nice soup you like for you."

"I'm sure that'll be fine," Quill smiled. "And you don't have to bribe me with soup, y'know."

"I know, but I just wanted to sweeten the deal," Lucius was almost definitely grinning.

"The deal's pretty sweet with just you in it," Quill chuckled, though was red at his own words. He then practically whined. "Please don't make a big deal about what I just said."

"Fine fine," Lucius chuckled. "But you're very cute, Birdie. See you soon."

"See you, Lucius."

Apparently the theatre that Lucius had been interviewed at wasn't all that far away from Quill's office building, as it took hum less than ten minutes to pick up a large pot of the soup that Quill had grown to love and make his way to the top floor of the building, which was just long enough for the redness in Quill's cheeks to die down. Honestly, he didn't know what it was about dating Lucius that brought out those stupid lines from Quill, but he felt himself crumbling every time he said one. At least Lucius seemed to like them, which made the self-inflicted embarrassment worth it.

When Lucius did arrive, he was holding a large clothing bag in one hand and the pot of soup in the other. He beamed at Quill when he turned the corner and, after placing the clothing he held onto the back of a spare chair, leant over Quill's desk to place a kiss on his lips. Quill smiled, leaning back with slight redness on his cheeks.

"It should be nice and hot and steamy," Lucius smiled, placing the soup before Quill, who opened it and was met with a big waft of steam.

"Thanks," Quill smiled, taking the plastic spoon from his boyfriend with a smile. "So, before you burst, tell me about it."

Lucius grinned and, without wasting a second, started to explain everything about his new job. Apparently, it was a relatively small production but had a large amount of funding behind it, meaning that Lucius had a large amount of financial freedom. The musical itself was a surrealist gothic comedy, meaning that Lucius would basically be allowed to make his clothes as weird and unusual as humanly possible. There was also a lot of costume changes and one song included a wind machine, so Lucius was going to make good use of it by having the character wear a cape that would bellow and look amazing.

The blonde seemed as though he didn't need to take a breath as he kept talking, and Quill loved watching it. The passion his boyfriend made Quill grin every time it showed itself. It was just utterly endearing.

"Anyway, how's work going for you?" Lucius asked, leaning back in his chair with a wide smile on his face. "You must have some important people coming in here. Any little bits of blackmail for me?"

"You know it's all confidential, Lucius," Quill chuckled. Lucius obviously hadnt been serious.

"I promise I won't tell anyone. And I'd never lie to my cute little Birdie," Lucius grinned, though decided to drop the subject as he opened the sandwich, he had brought in with him. "Seriously though Birdie, anything new happening yet? Am I gonna see you in a courtroom, showing off about how many bookies you've read and putting bad people in jail?"

"Doubt that'll be happening anytime soon," Quill laughed, before glancing at the monitor again. "There is something, actually, that might be pretty big. H'esper actually asked me to be on a case as an actual lawyer, rather than just the intern."

The offer had come earlier in the week, and Quill had been conflicted about it. While obviously he wanted to do it, this was part of his dream job after all, he was still unsure about his actual abilities to do so. It would consist of a lot of debating and, while he had seen H'esper and other members of the company do this a lot since he started to work there, he wasn't sure if he would be able to actually do it himself. He couldn't even flirt with his boyfriend without turning into a blushing mess, and he was possibly more comfortable with Lucius than anyone else he knew.

But as he looked towards the aforementioned boyfriend, he was met with an elated expression of pride. As always, Lucius' overly expressive face left nothing to be confused about, and it was clear that he was very happy with the news. Which also implied that he thought he could do it, which was admittedly a confidence booster.

"That's so great Birdie," Lucius confirmed his opinion. "Tell me about it. Well, as much as you're allowed to."

"I don't know much yet, other than its corporate and similar that your case. But this is apparently a lot more vicious," Quill explained. "But, H'esper did say that if it goes well and I prove that I'm ready, I might get a promotion into being more than an intern."

"Birdie!" Lucius grinned. "That's amazing."

Despite his anxiety about the job, Quill couldn't stop himself from agreeing. He smiled. "Yeah, guess it is."

"It absolutely is!" Lucius insisted.

It was. This was the first time that he had accepted that this could be a good thing for him, as Lucius' enthusiasm for the potential promotion was infectious beyond belief. He laughed a little as Lucius got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around Quill in a small hug, with the brunette reciprocated with a smile.

The two continued their lunch for a short while longer, moving away form the topic of their work life. They discussed further what they were planning for Christmas, now that all of their guests had agreed that they could make it. After that, they discussion turned into anything that came into their minds, something that Quill liked doing. Talking nonsense with someone that he truly cared for was highly underrated.

Eventually though, Quill's lunch hour ended. The brunette was glad that Lucius didn't need to be told Quill needed to get back to work; the blonde seemed to respect how much time Quill's work took. It was a small thing, but nice.

As he left, he leant over the desk and gave the man a short but delightful kiss. When he excused himself – taking the remains of the soup and spoon with him – he explained that he would be at his apartment throughout the afternoon so he could work on his secret project; Quill was almost sure that the secret project was whatever his Christmas present was. The wink the blonde sent him suggested that his guess was correct.

"Well," H'esper's voice said from behind Quill, making the man jump in his chair. "That was adorable."

The brunette slowly turned in his chair to see his boss smiling down at him, and couldn't help blush at the fact his boss had seen his conversation with his boyfriend. "Heard that, huh?"

"Only when he said goodbye," H'esper explained, walking past Quill's desk and towards the elevator. "I like him. It's nice that he's here, the two of you bring a little bit of happiness here. You should keep him."

Quill's boss didn't stop walking as he spoke, turning the corner and apparently walking towards the elevators. This left Quill alone in his office, unable to fight off the small smile that had formed on his face after his boss's words. He had no doubt that he would try to keep Lucius for as long as he possibly could.

-~~~-

Wednesday; 25th December

The apartment had never looked like this before. It had so much personality in it, whereas previously it had felt a little stale. Lucius could only say that in retrospect – before the changes had occurred, he had thought his interior design skills had been rather good – but not he had seen the light and didn't think he could ever go back.

It was sort of an amalgamation of both his and Birdie's things. Law books and novels now rested on the coffee table, Quill's laptop bag hung beside Lucius' coats beside the door, and scatter cushions were everywhere; Lucius had previous hated cushions, now he loved them. But all these small changes that had occurred via apartment osmosis were nothing in comparison to the biggest change in the room: the Christmas decorations.

Previously, Lucius had decorated his home with the eye of a designer. He took into account trends, popular colour schemes and even suggestions from décor magazines. This time he had gone the traditional way; warm colours, a large tree, stockings over the fireplace and a gingerbread house on the kitchen counter.

What really made it great was that he and Quill decorated together.

Lucius had never enjoyed putting up decorations until then. It had been great.

"Do rich people have magic ovens or something," Quill said from the kitchen, holding out a baking tray covered in pastries. "They were only in there for like two minutes. It's ridiculous."

"I've told you Birdie," Lucius smiled. "You need to put some of that fancy big city lawyer money into your kitchen."

The two had awoken only a little while ago at about eight in the morning, which was shocking for Lucius as he usually woke up about four on Christmas morning and refused to get back to sleep; he supposed that his cuddly Birdie made for a good teddy bear. Nova, Aila and Sentry would be arriving at about eleven, allowing the two men the time to have a slow, lazy and relaxed morning before they had to worry about other people. They were both taking good advantage of this time shared together.

So far, they had opened family presents and the smaller gifts from one another, deciding to open their main presents from the other after a drink of coffee. Even in his tired state, Lucius had loved the amazing pair of gloves that suited his style perfectly from a new boutique called 'Arcane Focus.' Quill too had loved his present from Lucius, which was a spyglass from an antique's shop that Quill had offhandedly mentioned liking.

That must have been over a month ago. Even Quill himself had forgotten about it.

As Quill as prepared their breakfast, Lucius couldn't stop himself from glancing at the two gifts still wrapped. The large box wrapped in brown paper and with a string bow was his gift to Quill, and the rectangular gift wrapped in shiny white paper and purple ribbon was Birdie's present for him. He was excited.

"You really are like a child today, aren't you," Quill chuckled, placing the plate of pastries on the coffee table and pressing his lips against Lucius' temple.

"Yes I am," Lucius said proudly. "Christmas is a day for fun, and Children have fun the best."

Quill just laughed at his boyfriend, placing two mugs of strong coffee down and sitting beside Lucius. As they now naturally did when they were alone together, Lucius cuddled up to his left side and rested his head against Quill's shoulder. Quill couldn't help but think about how much of a postcard moment this was; they were cuddling under a blanket in front of an open fire on Christmas day. It was perfect.

As relaxing as the cuddling was, it was also rather funny for Quill. It was obvious that Lucius wanted to get to the gifts – either because he wanted his own, or because he wanted to see Quill's reaction to his – and the fidgeting and faster-than-usual eating made that obvious. It was cute.

"Go on," Quill said after a few minutes. "Before you explode."

Not needing to be told twice, Lucius removed himself from the blanket and picked up both presents from under the tree. He brought them both over, placing Quill's gift for him on the coffee table and his gift for Quill on the man's lap. The large, somewhat puppy-like grin on his face told Quill that he was to open his gift first; nobody could say no to an expression like that.

He opened the gift carefully, removing the paper to see a plain white box. When he opened the box, he saw something made of a soft brown fabric with gold trimming, and a smile found itself onto his face. When he lifted it up, his suspicions on what the gift were proven correct.

It was a cloak. The same cloak he had designed for the bird statue.

He looked over the clothing as if it were made of gold, running his hand over the soft fabric with a soft smile on his face. It was exactly the same as the one he had first designed for his old character, with even the correct pattern throughout the edge of the cloak. It was almost surreal to be holding something that he had thought up in his head, and he looked towards his boyfriend with a smile on his face that was barely restraining a slight number of tears.

"Lucius," Quill's voice quivered slightly. "This is so nice. I-I don't really know what to say. It's perfect."

"Well, I did have to make a few changes. The shade of gold is a little off," Lucius explained, though Quill didn't know how he could see that. It looked identical to him. "And I did have to make a few adjustments to the fittings. I wanted to make it so you could wear it comfortably with and without the prosthetic."

That was when the first tear came. It was stupid, really. But part of the reason Quill liked to wear his prosthetic in public was because of clothing. Wearing a coat of jacket with one sleeve empty drew attention to his lack of an arm, so to have something that was designed to alleviate this anxiety just showed him how perfect a person Lucius was for him. Further proving this was the fact that Lucius had pulled him into a large hug, burying Quill's face into his chest.

"Don't cry Birdie," He soothed, and Quill chuckled.

"Sorry. It's just that you're so lovely," Quill admitted, leaning up and pressing his lips into Lucius' chin. The blonde was holding him too close to get his lips. "You should probably open your present before I make a bigger idiot of myself."

"You can't be an idiot around me; its impossible," Lucius smiled, removing his arms from around Quill, taking the present from the coffee table and placing it on his lap.

He was less careful when opening his present; he liked the wrapping to look nice, but he also liked getting at the present as fast as possible. He had opened it upside down and was presented with the back of a large picture frame. He turned it around carefully, now showing more care as he didn't want to break whatever his boyfriend had gotten him. When he saw what it was, the smile on his face warmed the entire room.

Quill had made him a map. He had taken the time to draw a map all for Lucius. And it was the most beautiful piece of art in the history of the universe.

"It's not perfect," Quill blushed a little, looking at the gift. "There's a few things that-"

"It is perfect," Lucius said, looking at the map with a large smile. His eyes were almost sparkling. "There is literally nothing that could possibly be improved about this. This, and your beautiful face, should be put in museums as they are the only things in the world that are perfect."

Quill laughed, his boyfriend seemed to love hyperbole. He knew that Lucius would just give him more compliments if he showed any more doubt. "Is it only my face that you think is perfect?"

"Well, there's some other things. But that's hardly appropriate for a Christmas morning, Birdie."

Again, Quill laughed at his boyfriend. "So you like it then?"

"I love it. It's amazing. I can see why you got paid for doing it. And I get one for free. Oh I must be so special," Lucius sighed in his melodrama, and Quill chuckled again. "Where should we hang it. I think putting it over the fireplace is where it deserves to be, but if you'd prefer, we can put it in the bedroom so it can be private. But we have to hang it up."

"I think… maybe over the fire would be nice," Quill smiled, and Lucius beamed again.

For the rest of the morning, the two found themselves enraptured by the other. Eventually, as time had gone by and the eventuality of their friends arriving became more likely, they finally pulled apart from each other and dressed for the day. As he left the bathroom after his shower, Lucius was met with the wonderous sight of Quill inspecting himself in his new cloak in the mirror. He looked beautiful, and if the blonde didn't have wet hair then he would have cuddled and kissed his boyfriend without a second hesitation. But he looked all beautiful and Lucius didn't want to run the risk of him getting soggy.

Quill's insistence that they get dressed apparently was well founded, as the doorbell rung only a few minutes after they had finished getting ready; Quill had decided that he would wear his cloak throughout the day. Lucius had absolutely no complaints, especially as he saw this just moments after hanging his new map above the fireplace.

The three guests came at the same time; apparently Aila had needed help bringing all the food and Sentry had been happy to oblige. As they greeted each other, Sentry realised that the cloak Quill was wearing was the same as the one she had modelled earlier in the year.

She didn't say anything. She just watched the couple with a smile.

After exchanging more presents with each other, Aila began to start cooking. Quill watched her work with curiosity, not having taken her as the cooking type. But as she seasoned all the food, made good use of the broth and the balanced all the times without once looking at the clock. She explained that, after being kicked out of her care home at eighteen, she had taken up cooking seriously; she needed to eat to survive and might as well make the food taste as good as it could be, so trained hard in home-style cooking.

His watching was cut short when Lucius wrapped an arm around his waist and turned him around. Quill looked up to his boyfriend with confusion.

"Look away Birdie. The evil woman is putting your best friend in the oven," Lucius shouted with clear melodrama. Quill could see Aila roll her eyes as she closed the oven door on the turkey. "Don't force yourself to watch. The fact that she's making you eat it is more than traumatising. Don't make it worse for yourself."

"You are the most ridiculous man on the planet," Quill chuckled, looking into his eye. That was when the realisation hit him. "Lucius, I love you."

The words had left his lips before he could stop them, but he didn't feel any regret. It was true, even if their relationship was somewhat new, he loved Lucius. The man was absurd, loud, overly confident, randomly put extended words with a 'y' at the end for no reason, and Quill loved all of it. He was so perfect to be around, Quill loved every moment of it, and he wanted to let his boyfriend know how he felt.

"I love you too, Quill."

Lucius' voice had quivered slightly, and his smile was so honest that Quill found warmth overflow him. They leant towards each other simultaneously, embracing in a kiss. Lucius pulled Quill a little closer, with his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Quill had placed his hand on Lucius' neck to pull him closer.

After they pulled apart, they were both blushing and looking into each other's eyes. They seemed to realise at the same time that they had kissed in front of their friends. That didn't cause them from pulling apart, though.

"Birdie," Lucius smiled. "Look up."

Quill did, and as he looked up, he saw Lucius quickly bring his left hand above them both. He was holding mistletoe, which had been sitting on the countertop beside them. Quill looked down towards Lucius again, smiling softly.

"You really are ridiculous," Quill laughed, leaning up and kissing Lucius again.

"I prefer creative," Lucius defended himself, smiling. "And you're not any less absurd, Birdie."

"Suppose I'm not," Quill admitted.

They leant towards each other again, kissing in each other's arms, surrounded by the people they cared for. It was perfect.

#quillucius #quillek ad khollar #lucius virion-elluin elenasto #Quill x Lucius #rollonsunday #high rollers #aerois #fanfic

[emberwolves69]

New Territory Ch 3: Relocation

Frisk could faintly hear the sounds of fighting going on somewhere in the city. Fights that she wished she was far enough to never have to hear. More than that she wished that she was far away from where she was at the moment since she was currently terrified of the large skeletons that were currently surrounding her. Especially the last one that had shown up. Something about him screamed that he was the most dangerous of the three and she didn’t understand that and didn’t know where the feeling came from.

 “Now then. What is your connection to the human mafia?” The last one asked his voice calm and relaxed as if there wasn’t anything going on around them, as if this was completely normal.

 “I don’t have any connections to…” Frisk was cut off as she was pulled away from the wall a bit before being slammed back into it, hard.

 “Now what did I just say about lying?” The skeleton asked as Frisk groaned in pain.

 “I didn’t…”

 SLAM!

 She hit the wall once more, harder this time causing her to cry out. ”You do have some kind of connection to them. After all it appears that you are close to one of their men who has a rather good position.”

 “C-Chara? I have known him since we were kids…”

 Frisk half expected to be slammed against the wall once more but it didn’t happen.

 “I don’t talk to Chara about anything to do with that horrible business that he is in. He knows how much I hate it.” Frisk continued quickly while she was able and while they were listening.

 The newest Skeleton let out a thoughtful hum as he took in Frisk’s words. “Then you are his woman?” He asked and Frisk was shaking her head instantly.

 Frisk was able to explain when there was the sound of a gunshot not that far away, probably an alley or two over if that. The newest skeleton frowned looking rather displeased with the interruption. “Sans I am not done talking to this human. Take her for further questioning.”

 “Sure thing Wings.” Sans said before grabbing Frisk. “Come on Dollface, time to go.”

 Frisk found herself clinging to the skeleton as the world quickly faded to black and the ground beneath her seemed to fall away once again.

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 Wingdings sighed as he straightened his suit and looked at his youngest brother. “Come Papyrus lets finish dealing with these humans.”

 Papyrus nodded before he looked around and said “OF COURSE…BROTHER WHY DID YOU NOT SIMPLY KILL THAT HUMAN WOMAN?”

 Wingdings looked up at his brother and sighed. “I know that she is going to be useful. If not for information then defiantly good leverage against Chara.”

 “THAT HUMAN MALE? WHY WOULD THAT BE NEEDED?”

 “Because I have seen what he can do. His LOVE is getting higher all the time which is dangerous. But you saw how he reacted when he saw this woman in Sans’ arms.”

“HE DID SEEM PRETTY ANGRY. LIKE HE WOULD DO SOMETHING THAT WASN’T NECESSARILY THE SMARTEST FOR HIM OR HIS MEN.”

 Wingdings nodded. “Exactly. With this woman we have the means to remove Chara from the equation completely. And that will make taking over the city all the easier.”

 Papyrus nodded and then followed as Wingdings moved past him towards the street where they had heard the gunshot. After all they still had a lot of fighting that would need to be done and until Sans returned it was going to take a little longer to get around to where they were needed since they would need to cover the ground he usually would have taken.

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 Frisk felt relieved when she felt solid ground beneath her feet again. Sans let go of her and stepped away allowing Frisk to see her new surroundings. For starters they were no longer outside. They were in what she assumed was a house, and more specifically a room. It was rather nice and wasn’t what she had been expecting at all.

“Now then Dollface. Time for some rules.” Sans said before she could really look around too much.

 “Rules?” She asked really confused but she was at least listening.

“That’s right. Now then. As ya can see this area is pretty nice. And so long as ya behave you can stay here and not somewhere less pleasant. But if ya break anythin, or try to use anything as a weapon against either one of my brothers well… Lets just say ya ain’t gonna like it.”

 Frisk stepped back in fear as the lights went out of the skeleton’s sockets completely and his voice darkened to the point that she felt chills running up her spine. But a second later the lights were back and he was in a normal relaxed position once more. ”Now I aint gonna say don’t try to escape because I already know ya can’t. Wings designed this room himself and if it can keep monsters in it can keep one human in. But try if ya like, who knows it might be intertainin’.” Sans said with a shrug before he took a step back. ”now then I best be getting back, don’t want to miss out on all the fun.” he said before he vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

 Frisk felt some relief at being left alone but it was short lived by the fact that she had no idea where she was. Frisk began looking around the room and found that it was more like a small apartment, still bigger than her own but nice. There was a little kitchen area and to no surprise there wasn’t anything in there that could be used as a weapon, not that she was looking for one.

 There was a living room with a radio and a bookshelf full of different books and taking a close look Frisk actually recognized a couple, at least if she was left alone for a while she would have something to do. The bedroom was simple with a bed, nightstand, and wardrobe. The nightstand and wardrobe were naturally empty which was fine with her. The last place was the bathroom which held all that one would need for an extended stay, something she hoped wasn’t going to happen.

 “At least my imprisonment will be comfortable.” Frisk said to herself with a shake of her head. As she looked around she found it strange that she hadnt noticed a door that would lead out of this area but after a bit of searching she found it.

 The door wasn’t something that Frisk would have thought was a door at first. Just a strange panel of the wall at most. After all this door didn’t have any doorknob. The only thing was a small strange box on the wall next to it. Frisk frowned as she spent some time examining it but in the end she was unable to figure out how it worked or even what the full purpose of it was.

 After a while she gave up with a sigh and moved back to the living room. There she looked over the books once more before picking one out and sitting down. There was no point in doing much else since she really had no idea how to get out and she had no idea how long it would be before the Skeletons returned for her.

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 The door to the little apartment area that Frisk was being kept in opened as Wingdings stepped inside and glanced around. It was later than he had planned but that was mostly due to the humans not retreating as fast as he had calculated them to. After all he and his men had wiped out over half of them rather fast and he had figured that they would take off running after that but no they had stayed and continued to fight for several more hours. It had been a bloody fight but one that had turned out well and one that had gotten him the land that he had been after so it was worth it.

 As Wingdings looked around he saw that most things had remained untouched it seemed but that wasn’t too shocking. What did surprise him was the fact that the human woman was asleep in the living room, with a book in her lap that told him she had been reading before she had fallen asleep. Curious he silently walked over and looked at the book. It was an old fairy tale. A book that Papyrus had loved in his younger years. He was surprised that she would be reading this book out of all the ones that were on the shelf.

 With a small shrug a floating hand appeared beside him and took the book back to its place on the bookshelf. He then summoned a few more that carefully lifted the sleeping human and carried her to the bedroom where she was placed down gently to rest.

 Any other time Wingdings might have woken her to continue his interrogation of her but for now he was tired as well from using as much magic as he had and would rather sleep and then deal with her in the morning.

 Once Frisk was covered with the blankets Wingdings left the apartment and let the door close behind him. Wingdings stretched allowing his back to pop a couple of times and then headed upstairs to the main part of his home, he was sure that Sans had passed out by now and Papyrus was likely cooking something. They were all tired the fight hadn’t been a necessarily easy one. Sure it had mostly gone to his calculations but on paper was different than in person. And at the end of a day a war like this took a lot of magic.

 Wingdings reached the top of the stairs and sure enough he was able to smell Papyrus’ cooking and could see Sans sleeping on the couch. He shook his head a bit and decided to start with Sans.

 Walking over the oldest Wingdings stood behind the back of the couch and summoned a floating hand to go over and flick Sans just hard enough to startle him awake. And as always it worked. Sans bolted up his socket flaring bright red as his magic summoned, ready for a fight. But it didn’t last long and soon he calmed down and blinked a couple times.

 “Ya know Wings, there are nicer ways to wake a skeleton.” Sans said looking like he would just fall over and pass out again any second.

 “Perhaps but I don’t want to have to deal with your attacks should I attempt any of those other ways. As it is this is the best way to wake you and not risk being stabbed for it.” Wingdings said though they both knew that Sans likely would never be able to actually hit him. Not that he wouldn’t try when just waking up and not knowing that it was Wingdings, no the oldest Wingdings was just rarely ever hit thanks to his almost being able to predict the future. Or at least that is how it often felt due to the fact his calculations and judgments almost never being wrong and he had years of practice dodging attacks.

 “Now then Sans head up to your room. You cant sleep on the couch.” Wingdings said before turning to go deal with Papyrus, and mostly make sure he didn’t catch the kitchen on fire. Not that he had done that in a long time but old habits were hard to kill, especially when it usually was the thing that kept their home from burning down constantly.

 Papyrus was standing over the stove and glanced back when Wingdings walked in. “OH BROTHER THERE YOU ARE? ARE YOU DON’T INTERROGATING THE HUMAN ALREADY?”

 Wingdings shook his head. “No she was already asleep when I got in and frankly I think it is best to wait until the morning when my magic has recharged to finish my questions.”

 Papyrus nodded and looked back to what he had been cooking. Wingdings moved over to the table and sat down since a meal wouldn’t hurt and if anything it would help. “WHERE IS SANS? STILL SLEEPING ON THE COUCH?” Papyrus asked as he began to transfer the food he had made to plates.

 Wingdings shook his head. “No I had already sent him up to his room. I don’t believe that he would stay awake through a meal at the moment.” Wingdings sat back as Papyrus set a plate in front of him. “Thank you Papyrus.” He said and began eating moments later Papyrus was seated beside him and they fell into a comfortable silence as they ate.

 Wingdings could tell that Papyrus was exhausted, after all he probably had the most ground to cover during the fighting, but even so to any that didn’t know him it would almost appear as if he was unfazed by the day’s events. Once they had finished eating Papyrus took the dishes and cleaned up. Wingdings simply wished him goodnight and headed to bed. He was feeling a bit better now that he had eaten but his magic was still a bit low for his liking.

 As soon as Wingdings got into his room he changed out of his nicer suit and got into bed. He heard the sound of Papyrus stomping through the house headed to his own room, most likely having finished cleaning up the kitchen, and soon he fell asleep already making plans for the morning.

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#undertale au #undertale fanfiction #mobfell #mobfell sans #mobfell papyrus #mobfell w.d. gaster #frisk au #chara

[lauraaan182]

My latest tattoo experience

I'm on mobile so this won't be put in a read more for a while, soz.

So for those that know me or follow me on here or Instagram or w.e may have seen my tattoos that I’ve posted. Usually I have had great experiences in shops, as I’ve been to a few. I hate that I feel the need to post this, but this experience was the worst I’ve had.

Recently I won a competition for a free, full colour tattoo - YASS - free tattoo of a pre drawn design by the artist, cool (its a red panda riding a jet ski, incase you were wondering) - I was stoked to not only win but to get a red panda tattoo as I love them and have been looking into getting one.

I was buzzing, I booked in and got my apt a few days later.

Now I should mention I have severe social anxiety (and depression but that didnt affect me that day, no more than usual) so I was incredibly anxious to go into a shop I hadnt been to, to be tattooed by an artist I don’t know. I felt anxiously sick, my palms were sweaty, the joys of anxiety. Thats fine.

In the shop I was offered coffee and refreshments, everyone was nice.

Eventually got my stencil on, dried, we were ready to tattoo.

As this tattoo was on my thigh, I felt exposed and was unconfortable so the artist had put up a divider to give us some privacy, not that it mattered the other artists kept coming to see how the tattoo was going and asking why the divider was up..

The tattoo started fine, my leg started twitching (as it would with needles stabbing you loads of times..) The artist laughed it off said “its fine it happens, but you need to try and stop” - okay sure of course, not like I’m doing it on purpose but I’ll do my best. It didnt last, he started making jokes, saying I was and I quote “worse than Michael j fox” and proceeded to shout this across the studio to the other artists while mimicking a full body shake.

That was embarrassing.

He did this a few times throughout the appointment. They all had a good laugh. I didnt. I had a break to go for a pee (I had a massive can of redbull okay it was gonna happen eventually) the receptionist asked if I was done already, I replied no I had to pee. Fast forward, more of the tattoo is done, he still mocks my twitching, but is getting seriously annoyed now, visibly holding back his annoyance he says through gritted teeth “you’re gonna have to stop doing that if you want straight lines” - yes I know I’m sorry but I physically cannot stop it. I continue for another while and we stop for lunch. Again the receptionist asks if I’m finished. I’m still a little on edge by this point cause well I’m sitting with joggies on one leg, and the other leg bare and bleeding because of the fresh ink IN THE RECEPTION..

Afterwards we continue, we haven’t done a lot, outline and now we’re on colour.

Twitching, annoyance, embarrassment, leg cramp its all happening.

So I ask to stand and the receptionist comes in and says, yeah you guessed it “are you finished then?” - now I was stretching my legs, she turns to the artist and says “too many breaks” - straight faced, no hint of a joke, he laughed and agreed.

I then began asking how long it would take etc just for some chat, a full day session, so probably 7 hours, I’d been there for 4 but had been tattooed for 2 ½, I’ve not been tattooed longer than 3 ½ so I told him that probably wouldn’t happen (in the post for the competition, it said it would take as long as it takes, or until he is satisfied) he said he would like to knock it out that day and that he didnt want it eating into his time (for his paying customers).

Disheartened, I told him id sit for as long as I could but I could guarantee I would not be able to sit for 7 hours. This annoyed him, he started repeating himself and then tried guilting me into sitting longer, by telling me it was a piece he loved and really wanted to finish it, that we hadn’t done alot.

He kept insisting I sit longer and kept putting the guilt on me for not being able to sit for a full day (apparently I should have mentioned that - even tho it wasnt mentioned anywhere that it was to be finished in one day, if it was I wouldn’t have entered). I felt trapped, I was there myself and being guilted into sitting longer and feeling like I was letting the artist down. I went to the bathroom, I could feel an anxiety attack coming on, I went to the bathroom, while texting my friend. I cried. I couldnt breathe. I don’t get emotional easily and I definetly dont cry in front of people, especially people I don’t know.

I sat outside the shop on the stairs, I needed air (we’re in a big building, on the top floor) so I’m sitting there, trying to breathe, crying, bloody leg, yeah its not looking good..

On of the other artists comes out to go for a break and asks me if I’m okay, he took the time to sit with me, ask if I was okay, offered me water, coffee, even a cigarette,l and to come out for fresh air. He was nice but I declined. I was affronted. He told me it wasnt my fault and not to feel guilty, and that he would talk to the artist. I just wanted to be left alone to clear my head and be able to breathe!

The artist who is tattooing me comes out looking for me, cause I’ve been gone what.. 15/20 mins, asks what’s wrong, chuckles at how I’m acting saying its not so bad, to come in we’ve got more to do, cause yknow we haven’t done much and he doesn’t want it eating into his time..

I told him I was having an anxiety attack because of how he made me feel, he kept putting it down to pain in my leg and brushing off whatever I said. THEN the receptionist came out and asked me to come inside because “they don’t want people to see me and give the shop a bad name” - I went back into the toilet, still crying and text my dad to come get me. I couldnt stay there. I needed out. I needed to be away from the people making me feel like this.

Back in the shop, I sit down and tell him, still somewhat crying (keeping it together as much as I could because PEOPLE WERE LOOKING and clearly talking)

He tried putting on the guilt trip again, ignoring what I was saying. So I said I felt sick, so he would stop. He did but was definitely not happy about it, the receptionist was standing next to us, listening, leering at me. I felt like a child being ganged up on. I just wanted to go home. He wrapped me up, still complaining about not being able to do more. I ignored him. He went through the aftercare info, while laughing off my reaction. I got ready and walked out. The receptionist followed me out and shouted bye, I replied but she clearly never heard me and then shouted out the door “when someone says bye its polite to say it back”. I wasn’t given a new apt, I’ve to message the artist and go through him again.

I was walking down the stairs when my dad appeared.

Tear stricken, I left with him and retold him everything. I have never had an experience like that on my life, I’ve never felt so belittled for having anxiety and I’ve never been made to cry in a fucking shop. The tattoo isn’t finished. I need to go back once its healed, I’m dreading it, rest assured I won’t be going back by myself. Mamas on the war path.

I left that shop crying, embarrassed, humiliated and feeling like shit. 0/10 would not recommend.

*I have not included the name of the artist or shop because the tattoo isn’t finished yet and I don’t need more shit to come my way*

#my tatts #tattoos #tattoo shop #shitty experience #scotland #ink

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☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.

one. it was the first semester of teagan’s freshman year at psu and she was unfortunately blessed with a neighbor who could make girls scream and moan as loud as they could. it was 1 am and she already knew the moans were coming from rhenzy khang’s room with how many times she’s left her room in the morning just at the right time to see rhen and his “friend” bid their goodbyes. she wished the school had provided thicker walls to prevent situations like these but alas, here she was with a pillow covering her ears so she can get some sleep before her first physics exam the following morning.  she wanted to barge in his room and tell them to keep it quiet, to hit both of them to keep their mouths shut, but who was teagan to ruin her neighbor’s night? 

two. 7:30 pm and teagan was in the lounge waiting for rhen to come down so they could get dinner. being punctual isn’t a major priority to teagan, she understood when someone was 5-10 minutes late, but it was 15 minutes in and if she was in a classroom waiting for a teacher to appear, she would’ve walked out by now. "you have five minutes, khang, before i beat the shit out of you.” teagan texted him, shaking her head as she did before shoving her phone in her pocket. “let’s have a roomie dinner date he said, it’ll be fun he said.” she angrily mumbled to herself, her arms crossed and eyes glaring as she waited for him to show up. 

three. they were at a party and teagan opted to be another DD for the night so the others got plastered. it was 3 am and the pythons were starting to gather so they could all go back home, but three snakes were missing and one of them happened to be rhen. he was sloppily playing beer pong and teagan kept trying to pull him away from the game, telling him that they were all leaving now and he wouldn’t be able to finish, but he childishly yanked his arm from her grasp and resumed playing even though it wasn’t even his team’s turn. “rhen, let’s go.” she yelled, grabbing his arm again. he yanked it away again. “it’s not even your fuckin’ turn, rhen! let’s fuckin’ go! everyone is waiting!” she yelled again, grabbing him for what felt like the millionth time only for him to brush her off again. teagan was growing more and more frustrated and if it hadn’t been for romina saying his drunk ass, teagan would’ve smashed his head on the beer pong table. 

four. it was another party but instead of refusing to go home because of wanting to continue his beer pong game, rhen was refusing to go home because teagan repeatedly insulted his skills at beer pong and dragged him to the ground when he lost the game. rhen claimed he didn’t want to be near her, but both of them were stuck in the same taxi ride home because of the other taxi already being full and none of the other pythons wanting to switch. teagan told the other pythons that they should just leave and rhen could find another way home, but the other pythons were good people and didn’t want to leave him drunk and stranded. they kept telling teagan to apologize so rhen would go inside the taxi, but teagan being teagan refused to do any such thing. he lost the game and he sucked, she wasn’t gonna take it back. 10 minutes in and the meter was running and they were still waiting and teagan knew this was because of the stubborn taurus in both of them. “just knock him out.” she grumbled.

five. teagan was already annoyed due to being on her period, but for some reason every time rhen opened his mouth her annoyance grew. the other pythons would laugh at his jokes and teagan would get even more annoyed at that, but she didn’t know why except for the fact that she was on her period and rhen happened to be her target for the time being. rhen was always there for teagan whenever she needed anything, he was her ride or ride, so she didn’t know why she had it out for him tonight. maybe it was because he was the first one to say something she didn’t like today, maybe it was because she thought he wouldn’t take much offense to it because of his hate kink. as he spoke and told the pythons whatever he was telling them, teagan kept imagining swinging at him over and over. “if only.” she thought to herself, glaring at him from across the circle they were in. 

six. it was halloween and teagan was hosting another halloween party in her apartment with kaia. she decorations covering the entire apartment, areas having different themes, and people teagan didn’t even know scattered around. she was having a good time, halloween was her favorite holiday and halloween parties were always ones for the books, but she heard a crash and rushed to see someone had broke the spider web display she worked on for hours. she didn’t know who did it, but she felt someone touch her shoulder and say “shit! sorry, teags” and she swung at them thinking they were the one who ruined her display. “you broke my fuckin’ display!” she yelled at the person she just punched, turning around to see it was rhen. she was about to throw another punch, maybe even knee him in the balls, but rhen was quick to say he was innocent and that it was david, the guy from downstairs, who ruined it because of his drunk stumbling. teagan looked around for david, but didn’t see him, so she just threw another punch at rhen before grabbing a random person’s drink and downing it and walking away. 

❤  five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.

one. it was three days before teagan’s first final in college and her head had been buried in books since monday when she first started studying. she hadnt left her room except for classes or when she needed to pee, teagan stocked up on food the day before so she’d have as much time to study as she could without being distracted by unnecessary things. her room was a mess with empty noodle cups falling out of the trash can and empty coffee mugs scattered on the floor. she heard her door open and figured it was rhen, he was the only one who ever entered her room without knocking. “i told you i’m studying, rhen.” she said annoyed, keeping her eyes on the reading. still feeling his presence behind her, teagan turned around to tell him to leave and that she was too busy to give him attention, but instead saw him with take out from her favorite place. “is that what i think it is?” she asked, pointing at the bag and raising her brow at him. “do you love me or do you love me?” he smiled at her, nodding his head. “you’re so ugly.” she shook her head, chuckling as she took the bag from him and laid the food out on her floor so they could eat and chat. 

two. it was spring semester of freshman year and by this time, teagan and rhen had gotten very close. they weren’t roomies, but it felt like they were with how much time they spend at each other’s dorms. teagan always dreamed about being close friends with her first college roommate, but instead she was given one that was never around, but was luckily blessed with a neighbor that was around all the time. it was morning and she was getting ready to leave when she heard the usual knock on her door. teagan opened the door to find rhenzy in his towel and rolled her eyes at him knowingly, stepping aside so he could shower in her bathroom like he usually did whenever he had a guest showering in his. “another day, another tally.” she called out, taking a whiteboard maker to add another black line. “i have to leave early because i’m meeting up with graham, but i put your coffee on my desk. make sure to close my door fully!” teagan told him, putting on her shoes and gathering her stuff for the day before leaving to meet graham at the cafe. since rhen showering in her bathroom had become apart of her morning schedule, teagan always made sure to make him coffee in the morning. it was her way of saying good morning and to have a nice day without actually having to admit it. 

three. it was sophomore year and she’d been stressed this entire week due to her parents being up her ass over her grades and needed as escape for a couple of hours to clear her mind. rhen was the first person she called, he was her ride or die and knew that if anyone could give her an escape, it was him. his company alone was enough to have her mind be at ease, his constant jokes and general personality making her feel lighter and like the world wasn’t on her shoulders like her parents made it out to be. they were on a train coming back from their night in the city and he was telling her something, but she wasn’t paying any attention to the words that were leaving his lips. she was just staring at him, a smile resting on her lips as she thought about how good of a friend rhen was to her already despite only knowing each other for a year. she always thought of kaia being her only soul sister, but now teagan could also see rhen being another platonic soulmate for hers and for that she was grateful. he must’ve noticed that she wasn’t paying attention because he ended up waving his hands infront of her eyes, snapping his fingers a couple of times to pull her back to reality. “were you even listening? the story i was just telling you about made the person infront of us laugh, so i know it wasn’t shit.” he said. “i didn’t laugh because it was lame, rhen.” she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him playfully. 

four. junior year and the pythons were at a karaoke per rhen’s request. they were all either tipsy or drunk at this point, probably only one or two sober out of the fourteen. they’d been there for two hours, taking turns singing and ordering more drinks. it was rhen and teagan’s turn and they chose how to go my own way by high school music, the most iconic song there is to sing for a duet. while it was a duo, they both knew that whoever sang gabriella’s part would be the main star. they both thought they knew who’d sing which part, but obviously not because when the song started, both of them were gabriella. the song stopped and the two got into an argument over who was the better gabriella and who deserved to be gabriella. in the end, teagan won gabriella’s role because rhen was the first one to back down. “that’s fuckin’ right, bitch! i’m gabriella.” she said victoriously, but secretly meant “i love you, too, but i’m not gonna actually say that.” 

five. senior year and problems started surfacing between teagan and graham. their once loving relationship turned into a distant one and teagan didn’t know what was happening. she’d try calling graham, but he rarely picked up the phone and when he did he always said he was busy and he’d call back later, but he never did. calling rhen, teagan asked him to come over because she was feeling under the weather and needed someone to entertain her. kaia was gone for the weekend and teagan didn’t want to bother anyone else. she hadn’t told many people about the problems happening in her relationship with graham, so asking any of the other pythons wouldn’t work because then she’d have to explain and she didn’t have the energy for that. within 10 minutes, rhen was over and picked up the takeout that teagan ordered from their favorite restaurant. they went up to teagan’s apartment’s top and went star gazing, teagan telling rhen stories of the constellations that she hadn’t already while they ate. rhen tried telling teagan some stories, but the story he was telling her was false that was going around twitter as if it was real. “you know that story is fake, right? nice try, though, dumb ass.” she laughed. 

six. it was a week after her break up with graham and she’d been feeling numb since. she hadn’t cried about it, teagan would talk to kaia or arnie or rhen or camden about what the break up, but she never cried about it. she’d tell them the bare minimum and move on, telling them that she’s fine and relationships end and it’s not a big deal. she doesn’t know how it happened or what triggered her, but one minute she was just watching a movie with rhen in her room and the next minute she was crying and didn’t know how to stop. she’d been doing so good for the past week, but she knew the tears would fall eventually, she just didn’t think they’d fall with someone else in her presence. of course when the tears fell and kept falling, rhen’s arms quickly found themselves around teagan and kept giving her reassurance, letting her know it’s ok to cry and that these tears were bound to fall and that she didn’t need to act strong with him, that it was okay to let go and be vulnerable. hugging him just as tight back, teagan just cried in his shoulder. she’d shake her head every now and then, telling him she doesn’t know what happened and repeatedly asking him if it was because she just wasn’t enough for graham to want to keep. rhen would give her the words she needed, teagan treasured them. “thanks, rhenzy. i know i say you’re ugly a lot, but i love you and appreciate you so much. i hope you know.” she said in between breaths. 

#rhvnzy #honestly i gave up after four in the 2nd one #also noticed i messed up the 2nd one but im too lazy os im gonna say its 5 times she didnt admit she loved him n 1 time she did #n she does say she doesnt love him directly its just the little things .. #honeslty this is hard ive been working on this since fuckin 6 pm #anyways fuck chaotic neutral culture. #*.:｡ NOW WE’RE LOST SOMEWHERE IN OUTERSPACE FT. RHENZY — ( QUESTIONS ) »