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abundanceofnots · 3 years

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a little (just under 2k) playground scene with Lip and Ian as dads, as per @pink--and--white's request. i apologize to all actual parents in advance.

“How the fuck did we get here?” Lip asks through a huff of incredulous laughter.

Ian shades his eyes from the sun, turning to his older brother with a look of mock concern. “Your memory that bad already, old man? We drove here.”

It earns him a stinging smack on his thigh.

“Asshole,” Lip retorts back. “You know what I mean.”

Ian’s eyes flit back to the scene before them. “Yeah, I do,” he confirms a beat later, his voice more earnest this time.

This, by far, isn’t a new feeling. Lip’s had the exact same thought pass through his mind countless times in recent years, always in a momentary flash of warmth that filled up his whole chest. It happens all the more often now over the most mundane shit, though.

The first time was, probably, when Freddie was born. Then Ian got married, and Al came along, and Liam got to a good school—and after that followed every other quiet (not literally) evening when the whole family gathered up in the kitchen.

In those instants, Lip would stall himself for just a second, getting lost in the overwhelming sounds and visuals, and think, what the fuck.

He’s getting soft. That’s it, most likely. He’s getting soft and sentimental, going on with his extremely unexceptional life, wondering how in the hell did a piece of shit like himself get so lucky, and slowly becomes someone he’d gladly punch in the face not too long ago.

It hits him hard again, this strange sense of pride and wonder, as he sits next to his baby brother on a bench overlooking a kids’ playground.

This one’s the real deal. Everything here is child-proof and clean, with no syringe or dogshit in sight. Frank or some random homeless guy aren’t lying in a drunken coma by the swing sets. There’s not even one bullet hole in the slide. And maybe it’s not so hard to admit that this is actually pretty nice. That this is them now.

Still, the whole thing is, without a doubt, totally ridiculous. Here they are, Lip and Ian—the college dropout and the ex-con, the true sons of the South Side—sneakily munching on their kids’ packed afternoon snacks.

“Dumb luck, I guess,” Ian answers Lip’s question after some musing and takes a sip from Toe’s pink-colored juice box.

Lip hmms before he bites into a baby carrot. “For us, or them?”

“For us. Definitely.”

They’re just two regular dads who carry around lunchboxes and always have a wet wipe or a pack of tissues at hand, ready to blow noses and wipe off residue chocolate from chins and hands. There aren’t enough words in the English language that would describe how incredibly ridiculous this is, because once upon a time, not too long ago, still, Ian wore a jumpsuit with Dav on the nametag and believed this was it for him, and Lip thought the only way to get through life was by drinking himself through the ordeal.

How the fuck did they get here?

“Freddie! Hey, Freddie!” Lip calls out to his oldest, who hangs upside down from the monkey bars, effectively ignoring him. “Fred!” he tries again with an annoyed sigh, and the boy finally remembers how his ears work. “Can you help your cousin on the slide?”

“Okay!”

With a swift motion, Freddie pulls himself up again to grab hold of a bar, unhooking his knees in the process, and jumps down into the sand with practiced ease. He then immediately gets into a run, coming behind the red-headed girl in black overalls who’s been trying to climb the gentle ramp on her own.

“What was that about?” Ian inquires amusedly.

“Early puberty, I think. He doesn’t want us to call him Freddie anymore. It’s Fred. No Fredster, no Fredtastic, definitely no Fredosaurus. Just Fred. Apparently, I went to bed, and my son turned into a middle-aged man overnight.”

“Oof. That’s rough.”

“Yeah. The next thing I know, he’s gonna get a neck tattoo and his first STI. Al, buddy!” His younger son Alvin, at least, seems to have no trouble with hearing. “You need help? Want me to push you?”

“No, I’m good!” the blond kid shouts back from the swing, and to prove his point, he pushes himself harder off the ground to gain momentum.

Lip scratches his forehead. “They don’t need me anymore,” he comments darkly. “I am officially a bother.”

“You’ve always been a bother,” Ian notes before he stuffs his mouth full of grapes. “Come on, Lip. Freddie’s eight. He’s not exactly packing his bags to leave home. He’s still very much a daddy’s boy.”

“I don’t know, man. When I remember what I was already doing when I was his age….”

“Yeah, but that’s different. They’re not like us. They don’t need to be, and that’s a good thing.”

Ian’s right, but the concept of normal as something desirable, something he doesn’t necessarily need to rebel against, is something Lip may never fully come to grasps with. And neither does Ian, even if he says otherwise.

“We might be getting a dog,” Lip says after a while, pausing before he sinks his teeth into a cheese stick.

“No way!” Ian smirks at him. “Look at you, perfect American family and shit.”

Lip snorts at that. He and Tami are pretty damn far from perfect. “You not thinking about getting a pet? A friendly rottweiler for Mickey, perhaps?”

“No. First, I gotta talk him into having another kid.”

That takes Lip by surprise. He knows Ian absolutely adores his little girl, his mini ginger twin that everyone got to call Toe, short for Tomato, but he also knows the whole story behind how she came to be.

“Oh, yeah? You’d like another?”

“Yeah,” Ian admits, and as his eyes drop to his lap where his fingers fiddle with a paper straw, Lip realizes he sounds ashamed about it.

“Not as easy as poking holes in condoms with you guys, huh?” he jokes to release the sudden tension.

“Hah. No.”

“You told Mickey yet?”

Meeting his brother’s eyes again, Ian gives a noncommittal shrug. “I hinted.”

From experience, Lip knows that hinting in Ian’s case almost exclusively means Mickey is fully aware of his intentions and just chooses to ignore them before Ian confronts him head-on.

“Hopefully, you’ll have another girl,” he tells Ian after a quiet moment filled with children’s high-pitched screams and the steady screeching of a swing set. “It’s a lot more physical with boys. These two are already fighting like we used to.”

“Doesn’t really matter when you’re raising a Milkovich,” Ian remarks before yelling: “Hey, Toe? You wanna have a sip of your juice for me?”

The girl waves at them eagerly as she slides down the bendy chute. Getting to a run right as her feet touch the ground, she comes to a jolty halt in front of them, taking a good, hard look at the juice box as if only now realizing what’s expected of her.

“No, thank you,” Toe then peeps and skips off again.

“Polite,” Lip appraises.

Ian gives a low chuckle. “Fuckin’ weird, huh?”

“With Mickey as her dad? A little.”

They watch the kids play for a few minutes. Ian offers to exchange a cheese stick for three grapes, and Lip negotiates it up to five before agreeing.

“You think he’d be against it? Having another kid?” he asks Ian mid-chew.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame him, after all the shit with Terry. Maybe with a second kid, he’d think there’d be twice the damage he could do. Dunno,” Ian surmises uncertainly. “I know how hard it was for him to even want a kid, and I get why he was scared. Don’t get me wrong, I’m shitting myself every day when I think of the ways I could fuck this up. But he’s a great dad. You saw him with Toe. She’s obsessed with him. The way she laughs at everything he says makes you think he invented comedy or something.”

Lip’s aware that their conversation turned sort of serious once again, but he can’t help not breaking into a smile. “Sounds like you’re kinda jealous of your husband there, Ian.”

“Oh, I hate his guts,” his brother confirms, only partially kidding. “I’m a fun dad, too, you know.” As if on cue, a figure coming their way catches his attention, and Ian nods to where his daughter’s playing, telling Lip: “Okay, watch this.”

Mickey gestures at Freddie with a finger to his lips, coming around the slide just in time to catch his daughter in his arms with a victorious roar.

“Daddy!” Toe announces the good news to everyone around with a loud squeal.

Ian gives his brother a pointed look.

“Fuck, man,” Lip huffs with mock seriousness. “You tellin’ me she loves her dad? What a nightmare.”

“Yo, lunch ladies.” Mickey suddenly approaches them with Toe at his hip. “How ’bout less chit-chatting and more kid-watching? Think I’d remember if I left my kid with a giant fuckin’ bruise on her forehead this morning.”

“Yeah. She’s had a bit of a scuffle with Alvin earlier,” Ian says, reaching out to soothingly rub Toe’s calf as if said scuffle and the tears it brought weren’t already long forgotten.

“The hell’s he doin’ fightin’ someone half his size?!”

“She started it!” Lip counters weakly.

“Okay.” Mickey’s mouth hangs open for a minute before he finds his figurative footing again. “I guess she had her reasons for that. And you should teach your kids to not fight dirty.”

“I go play now,” Toe informs him then, putting a stop to his rant and his bad mood in one go.

“Yeah! You do that!” Mickey replies as he puts her down, matching her level of enthusiasm. She heads for the extensive pirate-ship-like construction this time, watchful cousin Freddie already on her heels, and Mickey drops heavily next to his husband, letting out a prolonged groan into his hands.

“Tough day?” Ian asks needlessly.

“Igor’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Told you he was.”

“And I agree, so drop it, a’ight? Hey, by the way.”

“Hey,” Ian echoes before they exchange a quick kiss.

Mickey notices the juice in his hands then and perks up. “That raspberry?” he checks after he’s already snagged the box for himself, taking loud slurps from it to get every last drop. He finishes off with a belch. “Fuckin’ love raspberry.”

Lip finds that anything he’d say at that moment would only spoil the natural fucking beauty of it, so he just appreciates with a private snicker.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Toe yells from the top of one of the pirate ship’s smaller slides. “Come play!”

Mickey pats at Ian’s thigh. “That’s on you, man. I’m beat.”

Putting his fun-dad face on, Ian heaves himself up without a complaint. “Hey, jellybean! Do you think your dad can fit on the slide, too?”

Toe shakes her head vehemently, giggling as she watches Ian jog toward her. “No, daddy! No! No!”

“What, you don’t think I can?” Ian asks again, halfway through his climb up on the board. “Well, take off your socks now because they might get blown off! I’mma fit!”

“Daddy!” Toe howls with laughter as he bumps his head on one of the low railings.

Beside Lip, Mickey imitates the reaction, both his hand and the phone he’s holding with it to record a video visibly shaking. When he notices Lip staring, his grin falters a little.

“These two jokers,” Mickey complains after he ends the recording. “She always laughs at everything he does like he invented comedy or some shit.”

Lip answers with a knowing smile, his chest feeling full of warmth.

Seriously, how the fuck did they get here?

#toe fic 🍅#my fics #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction

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sfb123 · 3 years

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Sapere Aude - Part 6

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Catch Up Here

Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: PG-13 Adult language, allusions to smut (but nothing graphic), discussions of death, conspiracy, blackmail, and other adult themes.

Warning: The Royal Heir Book 3 Spoilers all over the place.

Word Count: 2,146

Notes: Not much to say, other than this is the big meeting you’ve been waiting for. There’s A LOT of information here. I hope it’s not too overwhelming!

As always, one love to my pre-readers @texaskitten30 & @txemrn. And thank you @twinkleallnight for my moodboard!

Tags: Tags seem to not work in the actual body of the fic, so I’m going to try tagging everyone in the comments, hopefully that works. If you want to be added or removed, just let me know!

As Riley entered the solarium, Eleanor rose from her seat. To say it was an awkward moment was an understatement. Yes, they had met the night before, but there had been so much going on in Riley’s mind that she wasn’t able to truly process the woman standing before her until that moment.

“Your majesty.” Eleanor bowed slightly.

“Forgive me, but I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to address you.” Riley was doing her best to stay guarded, even though she was screaming on the inside.

“Please, call me Eleanor, no need for formalities. We are family after all.”

Riley grimaced subtly at that. What does she know about family? Did she really just say that? Too soon, lady. Read the room. “Okay Eleanor. Please, call me Riley.”

“Riley, how are you feeling this morning? You’re recovering alright, I hope.”

“Considering the circumstances, I’m doing fine. Can I offer you something to eat or drink before we begin?”

Eleanor nodded. They both took a few moments to put together plates for themselves. Riley was certain anything she ate would immediately come back up, but she wasn’t going to let her nerves get the best of her. They sat there in silence for several long moments. Riley finally spoke up. “So, you’re in charge of the secret society that has been trying to take down my family. How’s that going for you?” There was a bite in her tone, despite her attempt to stay neutral and composed.

“Riley, please, I know how all of this may seem to you, but you haven’t been getting the entire story. There are very few people in the organization that have the full picture. I am one of those people, and I am here to fill you in on everything.”

“So fill me in. I’d love to know why you’re so hellbent on destroying the son you abandoned.” She crossed her arms over her chest. As hard as she tried to stay calm, the longer she sat there, starting at this woman, the more angry she got. Not for herself, for Liam. She was so protective over him, he was always worried about others, his kingdom, his friends, his family, he needed someone to worry about him. That was a burden she would gladly bear.

Eleanor sighed deeply. “Riley, I didn’t know what I was doing, or who I was when I joined the Via Imperii. I was a young girl with a crush on a boy. He told me about this group that would be able to show me the world.” She knew the similarities in their stories would get her attention. “Surely you understand what that feels like.”

“I might have heard a story like that once or twice.” Riley blushed and sunk a little lower in her chair.

Eleanor went on to explain that, unbeknownst to her, the boy that she followed into the group was actually sent specifically to recruit her into the Via Imperii. They were looking for a way to unite Auvernal and Cordonia, and they saw her as the way to do this. They would get her in power beside Constantine, and she could advocate for the unification of the two countries. There had even been a marriage alliance proposed at one point that would have promised Liam to Isabella and had him rule Auvernal by her side, with Leo taking over the Cordonian throne. Luckily, that failed spectacularly, and didn’t make it past the negotiation phase. The Via Imperii had chosen Eleanor because she seemed to most fit Constantine’s type, making it easy to catch his eye in his vulnerable state, considering his wife had recently abandoned him. Since she was not familiar with Cordonia, they made sure to pair her up with a native operative, to compensate and help her along the way. That is how she met Jackson Walker, her partner, and Constantine’s lead guardsman.

“Drake’s dad? Wait, if Jackson was working with you, does that mean that he’s not…he’s still...” She took a deep breath, trying to compose her thoughts, but her brain was moving too fast for her mouth to be able to keep up.

“No. Unfortunately, Jackson is no longer with us. After my extraction, Constantine became difficult, he stopped listening to everyone. Once influencing him no longer became an option, it was determined that the only path was to remove him from power entirely. Jackson expressed his doubts over the change. The Via Imperii decided that this made him a threat to the plan, so he needed to be eliminated.” There was a sadness in Eleanor’s voice that Riley wasn’t expecting.

“So the failed attempt on Constantine’s life…”

“Was not an attempt on Constantine at all, but a successful attempt on Jackson.” She closed her eyes, and bowed her head slightly. “It was so hard to see that happen to such a dear friend. And it broke my heart to watch Bianca and the children go through all of that pain. Especially Drake, it hit him exceptionally hard. But he and I both knew what this was when we signed on.”

“So there really is nothing stopping them from taking me away from Liam and Eleanor?” Riley’s eyes started to fill with tears. She was officially in over her head.

“Yes there is. Me.” Eleanor reached her hand across the table and placed it over Riley’s. “ I have caused my son enough pain for a lifetime. I won’t let him go through a hurt like that ever again.”

Riley jerked her hand back, sadness and fear quickly replaced with anger at the audacity of Eleanor trying to comfort her. “Why would you even care about the pain you caused him? Wasn’t he just part of the job? Another thing you signed on for?” This was the exact argument that she had talked Liam down from that first night that they discussed everything. At the time, Riley truly believed that his mother loved him, but all of this new information completely threw her for a loop. She didn’t know what to believe anymore, and she needed to stand up for her husband.

“When I married Constantine, it was part of the plan, yes. But in my time by his side, I truly grew to love him. He was a good man that only wanted the best for his country, and his family.”

“Yea, I’ve seen first hand what he was willing to do to make sure his country, and his family had ‘the best’.” She emphasized her sarcasm with air quotes.

“I know what Constantine did to you during Liam’s social season. My heart truly broke for you, and for Liam. The love you two have for each other was evident, even back then. Constantine wasn’t always like that, there was a time when he would have been thrilled for his son to find someone he cared for so greatly. Unfortunately, everything changed after my extraction.”

“Let’s talk about that extraction. Why did you just leave like that?”

Eleanor explained that after the marriage alliance with Auvernal fell through, Constantine started to doubt her loyalty to Cordonia, that she seemed to be putting the needs and wants of Auvernal ahead of those of the kingdom she ruled. The Via Imperii determined that, in order for the plan to move forward, they would need to pull Eleanor out. Because of her expansive knowledge of the inner workings of the monarchy, and Constantine himself, they agreed that she would still be a valuable asset, but she would be reassigned to work behind the scenes, providing them with intel to help them in their mission.

They had worked with Barthelemy through associates in the past, and they knew his desire to have more power in the kingdom, so they felt he would be the best choice to move the plan forward. In order to boost his ego, they led him to believe that he was truly killing the Queen.Through a series of undercover operatives, they ensured that no actual harm would be done. Despite Barthelemy bringing in an outsider, Godfrey, to assist him in the assassination, the plan went off without a hitch. The only problem was, after Eleanor’s ‘death’ Constantine was in a constant state of paranoia. Barthelemy was confident that nobody would be able to get to the king, and if the Via Imperii wanted any control in Cordonia, they would need to take over the throne.

Riley’s head was spinning. She didn’t know if the explanation made things better or worse. She understood now the mechanics of it, but she still couldn’t comprehend a mother abandoning her son. “But you just left Liam. Abandoned him. You knew what these people were doing, you knew what the plan was, how could you just leave your son in the middle of all of that?”

“Trust me, leaving my son behind was the hardest decision I have ever made. When I was assigned to my position as queen, my loyalty was to the Via Imperii. The second I became a mother, everything changed. My priority became my son. He took precedence over everything.”

“Then why did you leave him?” Riley’s voice was small, barely a whisper.

“It was the only way I could protect him. They wanted me out of there. At least if I went willingly, I could still be here to keep him safe.” Elenaor looked at her hands, which sat clasped on the table in front of her. “Leaving Liam will remain the greatest regret of my life, but it was all I could think to do in that moment to protect him.”

Riley’s eyes closed briefly, those words immediately brought her back to the balcony in Fydelia. That was practically word for word the reason he gave her for choosing Madeline at the Coronation. Boy, the Cordonian Ruby doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Eleanor looked up, a single tear rolled down her cheek as her eyes met Riley’s. “I made it my personal mission to make sure you joined the Via Imperii so that we could work together to keep Liam safe. They want him out, they are telling you that the plan has changed, but I know for a fact that it hasn’t. Liam has already proven to be one of the best rulers Cordonia has had in centuries. The two of you are exactly what this country needs, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone ruin that.”

There was a level of vulnerability in Eleanor’s eyes that Riley wasn't expecting. It was the look of a mother desperate to protect her child. The same look Riley had seen in the mirror when she was protecting her daughter from the countless threats that they had faced in her short life. There were still so many unanswered questions, so many obstacles and grey areas. As horrible as all of this was, in that moment, Riley truly believed Eleanor, she trusted her.

“So...what can I do? How can I help?”

“You and I will stay in touch, I will give you any information as I get it, so that you can stay one step ahead of them. For now, just keep your family close, and keep living your life as you normally would.”

Riley nodded. Part of her wanted to tell Eleanor that Liam knew what was going on, that she had told him everything, but she was afraid that would do more harm than good. She figured she’d wait, at least until she told Liam about her. While she did believe Eleanor was being sincere, she was going to let Liam take the lead on how this relationship progressed. She was grateful for her help, but that wasn’t going to cancel out all of the pain that she had caused Liam.

Eleanor stood from her seat. “I really should be getting back, but I’m so glad we had a chance to talk.” She extended her hand to Riley’s.

Riley was just about to shake her hand when she paused. “Wait, I have one more question.” She had just remembered a very important missing piece to the puzzle that was Eleanor’s death. “You were pregnant when you die...er, were extracted.”

“Right, of course. I found out I was pregnant about a month before the extraction. I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Constantine, which was probably for the best.” She looked down. “I had a son, he was raised in the Via Imperii, and is currently on assignment within the Palace.”

“Wait, so Liam has a younger brother, and he works in our home? He’s been in contact with his brother this whole time, and he doesn’t even know.” Riley felt that all too familiar sting behind her eyes again.

“Yes, we placed him in the King’s Guard so that he could also help in protecting your family. His name is Thomas.”

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flowerpowell · 3 years

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The Royal Holiday Romance (Liam x MC)

PART FIVE

A/N: We’re almost done with this mini series! Thank you to everyone who leaves feedback - it’s such a motivation to keep writing! I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter as well!

Rating: G

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“Lunch?”

Victoria smiled at the message Liam just sent her. She had just shot her scene of the day and was packing her bag to head back to the hotel.

“Gladly.”

“I can be at your hotel in twenty minutes, is that alright?”

“Perfect :)”

Twenty minutes to change her clothes and refresh herself wasn’t a lot but she wanted to see Liam so bad that she was actually glad she didn’t have to wait too long. She was falling for him, slowly but steadily. It was the first time she let herself catch any feelings after having her heart broken by a senior in her drama club, when she was a freshman. The guy who had been her crush for a few months, broke up with her on the day she told him she loved him, claiming he couldn’t be in a serious relationship with a freshman because he had a promising career and she didn’t.

Victoria shook her head trying to get rid of the memories. It was a long time ago. And Liam was different. And most importantly, he wasn’t any famous or concerned about his career.

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“I’m telling her today,” Liam murmured, putting on his coat. Drake’s raised eyebrow suggesting he didn’t believe his best friend’s promises.

“I really am. That’s why I invited her to lunch today. I’ll be honest with her.”

“I hope so. She was honest with you and it’s only fair you tell her the truth as well.”

“I know. But you can’t blame me for not wanting her to see me as the King. I really enjoyed being just Liam with her.” Liam sighed. Why was his life so complicated?

“I understand but I also think that if you want to continue it, no relationship should be based on a lie,” Drake replied.

Relationship.

Liam smiled at the thought but his smile quickly disappeared. He wasn’t sure if she would want to continue this relationship or whatever it was after learning the truth. Dating a King wasn’t anything like dating a normal guy. She said she didn’t like being in the center of attention, which was why she was struggling as an actress but being a King’s girlfriend or wife would be putting her literally in the center of attention.

What wife? Liam, stop thinking about it. You’re getting ahead of yourself, yet again.

It was so easy to think about it, though. He felt understood, he felt like a part of him, a long forgotten part of him was unlocked again with her. And it was mostly because… she saw him as Liam. He was just Liam.

If only my life was easier.

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“I don’t understand why this place is so empty this time of the day! The food is delicious,” Victoria commented as she took another bite of her lasagne.

Liam bit his lip not wanting to admit it was the most popular place in the town but he closed it for them to have a conversation. He didn’t want to risk anyone recognizing him before Victoria learned the truth.

“And the owner is so nice! I don’t have that many followers but maybe if I posted a picture from here on my Instagram, it’d get more customers. Oh! Or I can ask Hana to post the picture! She has twenty million followers!” Victoria took out her phone and snapped a few pictures.

“That’s so kind of you,” Liam noticed. He was falling more and more in love with her. She cared about people she didn’t even know and she wanted to help them. She’d make a great Queen. Liam couldn’t stop thinking what it would feel like to be cared for by her just the same, if she was his wife.

“Victoria, there’s… something I wanted to discuss with you,” he started. Victoria put down her phone and locked her eyes with his.

“Did something happen?”

“No… Yes. Well…”

“Okay, wait, I think… I think I get it,” she said sadly.

“You… You do?” Did she google him? Did someone tell him he was a King? Did—

“I do. You had a great time with me but I live in America and you live here and I’m an actress, well, a crappy one if you ask me but whatever, and you don’t think it’s gonna work out and maybe it’s better if we’re friends.” She finished and Liam’s eyes widened.

“That’s not exactly what I planned to say,” he ran his hand through his hair. It was a nervous twitch that he had and the one Victoria always noticed.

“You probably would say something more elaborate with your lovely accent; mine is just a short, harsh, American version of it,” she tried to laugh but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I… wasn’t trying to break up with you… I mean… We’re not dating…Or are we?”

“No… I think? I don’t know… I thought, after yesterday…” she trailed off and quickly composed herself. “I probably got carried away. I’m sorry. I understood it all wrong. Of course we can be friends.”

Liam blinked a few times trying to understand her chaotic speech. She truly was the most interesting woman he ever met.

“No, I thought the same. I mean, about dating. I mean…” Goodness, he was awkward. For someone who gave speeches on a daily basis, he was very inarticulate at the moment. “I never asked you properly to be my girlfriend but I would very much like you to be one.”

“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “So that’s what you wanted to talk about? I assumed you wanted to stop seeing me.”

“No! Never!” The owner of the restaurant looked up from his phone at Liam’s raised voice. “I don’t want to stop seeing you. Quite the opposite, I was hoping we could see each other more but I wasn’t sure if you would want to.” Because I’m the King of the country, my schedule is busy and I lied to you, he added in his thoughts.

“Why wouldn’t I want to? Liam, I might have met you recently but I feel like I know a lot about you. And I told you a lot about me, too. And… And even though, I’m not the first to jump into a relationship like that, I feel that what we have… would be a good base for our… relationship. I think,” she mumbled.

Liam closed his eyes. She did know him. She knew him better than all the nobles he’d known for ages. She got to know the side of him that was unavailable for everyone else. She got to know Liam. And he couldn’t pretend he didn’t like it. He loved being Liam. Not King Liam. Liam. Just Liam. And he could be that with her.

“Does it mean… you do want to…” He started, unsure of where he was going.

“Be your girlfriend?” He smiled at her faintly. “Absolutely.”

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“So just for the record.” Drake was pacing back and forth in Liam’s bedroom. “You met up with her to tell her the truth… But ended up asking her to be your girlfriend… Without actually telling her the truth?”

“So it may seem.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“Drake, please. I know what you’re trying to tell me but I have no idea what to do.”

“Um… tell her truth?! Maybe?”

“I wish it was that easy,” Liam huffed.

“Would be easier if you told her who you are from the very beginning.”

“I know! I tried! I couldn’t! I don’t… I don’t want to lose her,” he added quietly.

After lunch, Liam took her on a walk and they spend a whole day talking and kissing. He felt so happy he couldn’t say anything. To say he scared to lose her would be an understatement. He was terrified.

“Listen, Li… You know I want the best for you but the chances that you’ll lose her are higher when she doesn’t know. The longer you wait… Let me just say, it may end very badly for you.”

Liam sighed as Drake left his room. He knew it. He knew he shouldn’t wait so long with telling her. But for some reason, being with her made him forget about being a King.

How could he ever bring that up?

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He couldn’t tell her.

They met up every single day for almost two weeks and the topic was never brought up. He couldn’t. When he was with her, he forgot about the whole world.

Every evening, when he came back to the palace, with a lovesick smile on his face, he couldn’t look Drake in the eyes because he knew what his best friend would tell him.

And he’d be right.

But Drake never saw the way Victoria looked at him. He didn’t know how Victoria made Liam feel. And he could never know, how nearly impossible it was for a King to find something like that.

He was equally surprised and happy that Victoria still hadn’t figured out who he was. He once broached the subject and Victoria told him she never checked the Internet or television or read any magazines. She said she hated gossip and didn’t want to read anything about her online. Liam sighed with relief at her words. His secret was safe, at least for a little longer.

He was also happy when Victoria told him she prolonged her stay in Cordonia. She finished shooting all of her scenes but decided to stay a bit longer, at least until Hana would be finished with her scenes. Which meant she was staying for at least five more weeks.

That meant five more weeks with her.

And five more weeks of hiding the truth.

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Victoria was walking to her hotel straight from the set. It was a beautiful day, sunny but cold, and she decided to take a longer way home. Besides going on set and dates with Liam, she didn’t walk anywhere by herself. She didn’t have to. Liam showed her around and she felt she knew Cordonia very well. She was strolling along the street, admiring the view when she noticed two girls, teenagers maybe, pointing their fingers at her and laughing.

Oho, someone does watch my crappy movies and recognizes me.

She smiled at them and walked past them, ignoring the laughter.

Victoria didn’t even manage to walk five more meters before she noticed a woman sizing her up.

Another fan? She wondered as she smiled lightly. The woman didn’t like it. She came up to Victoria and jostled her.

“What are you doing?” Victoria asked but the woman spitted on her.

“Whore!” She yelled, making all the passersby stop and look at them.

“Excuse me? I think you mistook me for someone.” Victoria took a step back. She never played a whore in any movie and she was sure the woman made a mistake.

“You’re a whore! Leave our King alone, you American bitch! You won’t get famous using him!” The woman yelled. Victoria quickly backed away, noticing a few people taking photos. She ran back to her hotel room and closed the door. To calm down, she took a long shower and made herself a cup of tea.

“Tori?” She heard Hana call out.

“Here!” Victoria answered from her bedroom. Now that she was calm, she decided to go online and see why people were taking pictures of her and what happened. She had an uneasy feeling that the woman didn’t make any mistake, however, she still didn’t understand what she was saying.

“You okay? I’ve heard someone attacked you on the street?”

“I’m fine. It wasn’t an attack. I think a lady mistook me for someone. But some people took pictures of me and I want to check if they wrote anything.”

Hana nodded and sat down next to her friend as Tori opened a new tab and googled her name. Both Victoria and Hana raised their eyebrows when they saw the headlines:

American Media Whore Seduces the King! How Victoria Brooks, an actress known to no one is using King Liam to get on top. EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS.

With shaking hands Victoria opened the article, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. Hana looked at her concerned.

“I don’t understand, Tori… You met the King?”

“I didn’t! I never even saw him!” Victoria was nearly crying. “He never showed up at the dinner and I never heard of him again!”

Victoria closed her eyes as the page was loading. She always hated attention but it seemed like she couldn’t escape it. But who came up with such lies?

The page loaded and Victoria saw pictures of her and Liam; their date in the park, when they were leaving her hotel, them kissing on the beach… But what did it have to do with the King?

She turned to Hana and saw her friend, staring at the photos with her eyes wide open in shock.

“That’s… the guy you’ve been seeing?” Her voice was almost a whisper.

“Yes. That’s Liam. I just don’t understand it… Is he related to the King? Or what?”

“Tori… This is the King. Liam. King Liam. He’s the King of Cordonia.”

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Chaste Love :: The 40 Year(ish) Old Virgin CS AU for CSMM

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Arthur had walked by and caught the whole thing. As soon as Emma and Henry left, he approached Killian's workstation with a wide smile. "Killian Jones, are you befriending the son to get in with the mom? I never thought you'd have that in you."

Killian scoffs, "I would never."

"That was the hot girl I was helping the other day right? Damn, she is looking good, but I don't deal with kids." Arthur shudders.

Killian glares. "She is a beautiful lass, I admit, but I would never use the lad for nefarious intentions. He is a good kid."

"Well, if you are interested, you should go for it. Maybe she will pop your cherry. She obviously has experience."

Killian shakes his head. "Whatever. I'm going back to work as you should too."

"Hey Killian, go for it!" Arthur laughs as he watches the other man disappear into his workspace.

Later before the end of the workday, Arthur saunters back to Killian's work area. "Hey, Killian. How about we take you out for a makeover? If you are interested in the lovely lady, this will help your chances."

"We? Who is we exactly?" Killian asked cautiously without rejecting the offer.

Arthur grinned. "David, Robin, and myself. We are taking you for a makeover, maybe get you some clothes. I know, a leather jacket to make the ladies swoon and fall at your feet. Or knees, if you know what I mean." Arthur's eyebrows waggle.

Killian's nose wrinkles in disgust. "I don't know. I like the way I dress."

"But do the ladies? Killian, come on. We can wax your chest hair. I have it done all the time and the ladies love it," Arthur says as he mentally made a list of what needed to be done.

Killian wonders for a moment if perhaps a lovely blonde would be attracted to such changes.

Hesitantly, Killian agrees. After work, he goes shopping with Arthur, David, and Robin. The men argue amongst themselves on what would be a better look for Killian.

Killian stands idly by as he waits for them to agree on anything. He wanders off to see if anything catches his eye. When he told his brother about the proposed makeover over the phone, Liam had urged him to accept the offer and added, "Have some fun little brother, and open your heart to the possibility of love." Killian knows his heart was open after meeting Emma; he just doesn't know how to close the deal.

Soon, the group of men stood outside a Spa and Salon while still arguing about the pros and cons of waxing Killian's chest. Arthur claims that women preferred it. Robin and David argue they preferred a natural look. They did agree that back hair was not appealing at all. While Killian wavers with his decision, Arthur goes in to get his own chest done. A short time later, Killian says firmly he will not do it once the men witness Arthur going through the procedure. The screams and curses heard would make anyone blush.

The next day, Killian enters work with a bit of pep in his step. It was a little crazy how much new clothes could build confidence. He's still wearing his glasses, but he has an appointment with his eye doctor to finally take the plunge and get contacts. He will finally call the blonde goddess that has captured his heart and ask her out on a date.

When the whole day at work consisted of pining and longing, he knew he had it bad.

"Jones." Arthur enters Killian's workspace and snaps him out of his daydream. "We should hang out tonight. I know this place and a lot of hot, desperate, horny women hang out there and with your makeover, I'm sure you can easily convince one to do you the favor and make you a man."

Killian rolls his eyes. "I'm not going out to get laid."

"Killian, do you really want that hot mom to have to teach you about the birds and the bees? She already has one kid, I doubt she wants another one."

Killian Jones has never been a night owl or a partier. He isn't opposed to a good time, but his definition of one differs from others. But his brother's words still rung in his head to have fun, so he agreed to a night out with Arthur. He wishes David and Robin could accompany them to help him if Arthur got too pushy, but they both had ladies of their own. When they got there, the singles bar was swarming with people and the music was too loud. Killian already hates it. Why would anyone subject themselves to a place like this? Arthur keeps pointing out women to him saying they look like a good time. Killian gives a shy smile and an awkward wave while Arthur prefers the nod. While at the bar, a redhead approaches Killian.

"Hello," she slurs. "You are very pretty. How about we get out of here and you show me what's underneath those tight pants," she leers as she looks him up and down.

Killian is speechless; he never thought a woman would approach him, much less ask to see his most private appendage. Sadly, Arthur overhears the conversation and hisses, "Go for it! She wants you, remember the mission." Arthur nudges him in her direction.

They reach his car and she pounces, only to miss his lips. She tries again, only to be stopped by Killian. "Lass, I don't even know your name yet. How about we have a cup of coffee?"

He puts space between them and she looks at him confused, turning a shade of green. "What, is it you don't like the ladies?"

He gently steadies her. "I do like the ladies, but you are drunk. It would be bad form to take advantage of your state."

She rolls her eyes and tries again for the kiss but instead, she throws up the content of her stomach on his shoes.

Killian stands still until she finishes. She looks up and wipes the vomit from her mouth. "I knew it. You don't like women. What a waste of such luscious lips." She shakes her head as she walks away to a man that resembles a monkey and lunges at him. He welcomes the attack and they leave in his car.

Killian looks down at his shoes and shakes them off. He opens his car door and takes out a trash bag to put them in before he drives home. He just wants to put an end to the night so he can put it behind him.

Days after his night out, Killian keeps dodging Arthur's questions. He stays in his space all day. The only time he steps out is to go use the facilities. He feels ridiculous having to avoid the man, but he would never hear the end of it. As he is about to sneak out to go get something to eat, he hears his name being called out on the store paging system. Killian turns around to the little information station and his eyes land on Arthur.

Bloody hell. Should he lie and say he did do something with the redhead? He can't help the grumble that escapes his lips. Arthur puts down the PA microphone and walks over.

"Jones, so tell me, how was the redhead? She looked crazy and the crazy ones are amazing in the sack!" Arthur asks with anticipation of the dirty details.

Killian scratches behind his ear. "She..." he winces, "went home with another guy."

"How did that happen? She left the bar all over you. How did you ruin it?"

"She was drunk and she threw up on me and I'm just not the type of guy who takes advantage of women in that situation," Killian says and walks away. He is not going to be ridiculed by Arthur for being a gentleman.

It has been a long day and Killian has no idea what Arthur has told the guys, but David and Robin both approach him with a small smile as they mumble 'better luck next time'.

Cruella stops him before his shift ends to simply say, "Killian, I would gladly take you to bed, and no one has to know. I know tricks." As she walks by him, she squeezes his ass.

Killian yelps and turns beet red. He can't get out of there fast enough.

At home, Killian stares at the card Emma had given him the first time they met. He picks up his phone and dials her number. The sound of her voice on the line makes him panic and he hangs up. How did he ever think he could do this?

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A tale written with fangs and claws || Chapter 60

Chapters: 60/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Nolan (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Alpha Liam Dunbar, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Dunbar Pack, Bisexual Liam Dunbar, Werewolf Theo Raeken, Alpha Theo Raeken, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Mates, Liam and Theo are mates, Top Theo Raeken, Bottom Theo Raeken, Top Liam, Bottom Liam Dunbar Series: Part 1 of Morning Dew Pack

Liam meets with Luka again and learns a bit more about the other werewolf pack. The friendship is blossoming.

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"Thank you for dropping me off." Liam climbed out of the passenger seat of Savannah's car and closed the passenger door behind him. "Don't forget to text me!" The blonde yelled through the open window before she reversed her car. Liam waved at her and watched her drive away before he finally made his way to the front door of his house. Luka, Savannah, Maddie, and he had sat together in the bar and talked for a while until they all had to disperse in different directions. Maddie and Luka had matters to attend to in regards to business and coven, Savannah had plans with her friends later on but offered to drop Liam off. He had gladly accepted her offer since it saved him from riding the bus during summer. Would Theo or someone else had come to get Liam? Absolutely but his Betas were not his chauffeurs.

Liam unlocked the door now and stepped into the house. He heard the tv running, the bass of Mike's music coming from downstairs. As always, it filled Liam with the undeniable feeling of home and happiness. Here he belonged. He hung his keys up and walked further into the house. Theo and Mason lounged on the opposite ends of the couch; Theo with a book in his hand and Mason with his notebook. Corey sat in front of the couch table and solved a puzzle. Tim sat in one of the chairs and watched tv. "Hey, you're back." Mason checked his watch. "Way later than I expected you to be. So it was good?" The others stopped what they were doing and turned to Liam. Tim even muted the series he had been watching. "Mixed, I would say." Liam kissed Theo and then sat next to his mate. Theo licked his lips. "Have you've been drinking lemon shots?" "I'm concerned how you got that from just one kiss", Liam remarked. Then he decided to answer Mason's question. "First of, those Alphas really think they're something else. Something I'm not. I don't have enough millions in my bank account to ever have them accept me." "That bad? I'm sorry." Corey grimaced. His parents were like that as well and he despised them for it. "Most of them, yeah. But I met three people who are very cool. First of, Mase, were cheetahs and vampire are a thing." Mason squeaked and pushed his notebook out of the way. "Tell me everything!" "The hotel had such old Hollywood glam style. Not my chic but whatever. First I met Savannah. She's the cheetah. Alpha of a very small pack here in Seattle. Outgoing, very direct, and honest. She talked to me before I even entered the meeting room. Was her first time too. We kind of stuck together. Then we met Meadow, the vampire. She has been to meetings before but she does not like the Alphas. She has a human best friend and told me he also has some notes about the supernatural community. I invited the two of them here cause I thought you and him could maybe check your notes, combine them so to speak. He surely will have things you don't have and vice versa, Mason and Corey." "Great idea." Corey helped Mason with the Bestiary and he would also profit from meeting Asher. If Asher wanted to follow the invitation. Maddie had said it would not be a problem but Liam would wait for clarification from Asher himself. "You said you met three people. Who's the third?" Theo asked. "Luka. He's the only other cool werewolf I met. Also older than us but his pack is from around. They're more modern and open-minded. Like ours is." "Sounds good. All in all, it seemed as if the meeting wasn't for nothing." Mason smiled. "And vampires. Wait! How was she there? Can she walk in the sun? Did the other Alphas wrangle her into the hotel? Is she traveling in a coffin? Did she try to drink your blood? What was she like??" "Jesus, Mason." Corey shook his head. But Liam gladly answered every question his Emissary had. "I'll stay in contact with them", he finally ended and his mate, as well as Consultant and Emissary, voiced their agreement. "Liam?" Tim said shyly. "Didn't you put up a rule of not having strangers come to the house? When you said you invited the vampire and her friend here, are you not breaking your own rule?"

Shit. Oh shit.

Liam had completely forgotten about that rule. Yes, he had told his Betas not to bring strangers into their new home. And here he was breaking his very own rule. Great, Dunbar! "No...I mean...yeah, I did....But...." Tim got up to leave the room. "I mean, you're the Alpha and therefore it's your decision. You can do whatever you want. I just remembered the rule." He gave an insecure shrug and then left the room in the direction of his room. Liam huffed. "You forgot you had put the rule in place, right?" Theo guessed. "Yep." Liam closed his eyes for a moment and scolded himself mentally. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! "I mean, you are the Alpha. We can still follow the rules but what you do is up to you", Corey suggested softly. Liam's eyes snapped open. "No!" He said sharply. "We're not running a pack like that! If rules are in place, we all have to follow them. Including me. Especially me." "Then you have to decide what to do with that situation. You could always meet with Meadow and her friend somewhere else", Mason suggested. "No. The rule made sense back then but not it's not feasible anymore. And I will tell Tim that."

The young Alpha got up from the couch and marched downstairs to his Beta's room. He knocked, waited a few moments, then opened the door. Liam peeked into the room. "Hey. Have a minute?" Tim had sat on his desk and now spun around in his chair, a mixture of shock and surprise written on his face. But then he caught himself and nodded. Liam walked in and closed the door behind him. "You can sit on the bed if you want." Tim pointed at said furniture piece and Liam sat down on the edge. He rubbed his palms over his thighs. "You're right. I set this rule and I completely and utterly forgot about it. Had you not said anything, it would have left my mind forever. I am sorry about that." "It's okay. As I said, you're the Alpha. You make the rules, you sure can break the rules." Tim tried his best to give off the impression it was really okay. But Liam was stubborn. "It's not okay", he stated calmly. "When I set the rule, it seemed reasonable to me and came from a place of being worried about everyone and our home. I wanted to be absolutely sure nothing could get to us. That was weeks ago. I should have kept it in mind and change it again after Ever cast the spell and we were more secure. I didn't. I fucked up and I am sorry about that." Tim opened his mouth to protest but Liam was faster: "I am grateful for you guys calling me out. Tim, you're my friend, my family, my Beta. You and the others absolutely should call me out when I do something wrong. I'm not perfect and I will make these mistakes. But only with this echo from you, I can improve and become a better leader. I'm not mad at you and you don't have to be afraid to speak up. This rule was okay back then but now is not anymore. Therefore I cut it. Gone! Just like that! thank you for bringing this up. I mean it. But what will never happen is that I set rules for you and then don't follow them myself. This is not the type of leader I wanna be. Okay?" Tim gnawed on his lip. "I would not care so much but this is the first house I am not judged and ridiculed in. I can be myself and I want to protect it as much as I can", he confessed. "So do I, Timmy", Liam promised him. "I would never let anyone in here I might consider not fully trustworthy." Tim considered. "So you trust Meadow and her friend?" "I do, yeah." Liam nodded. "Do you consider them good allies for the pack?" The twenty-year-old had to laugh. "My brain's not wired like that." Liam played with his hands. "Theo is good at that, Mason too. But I don't think strategically. On the lacrosse field, yeah, that's my jam, but not when it comes to people. I meet a person and I either like or dislike them. Maybe I trust too easy and maybe I will make a fool out of myself but then I have to take responsibility for it. I can't, I don't want to meet someone and be like Your name is what? Oh, you will be a splendid ally to my pack. This is not me and I will probably never get there. Hence why I keep Theo around", he joked at the end. Tim chuckled but then sighed. "I know what you mean. I'm not like that either. It would feel...I don't know...like..." They both thought about it. "Like using someone", they both finally said at the same time and this time they both laugh. "Mike is good at it too. To easily find out how people can be useful to him upon meeting them." "Maybe it's a survival tactic", Liam put out a theory. "How can you help me in my current situation to get a better stand and survive. Would explain why Theo is so good at it. He and Mike both needed to survive in a world that didn't want them." Tim raised his shoulders. "My survival tactic is not being seen or heard. Not draw any attention." "Well, I hope you don't feel like that anymore in the house or around the pack in general." Liam sounded like a father, he realized that himself. But wasn't an Alpha supposed to be a father sometimes? Tim shook his head. "Not always. But it's hard to unlearn what I learned for nineteen years. You know, you guys are great! You make me feel welcome! Don't think anybody else, please!"

He moved his hands around and knocked over a small can filled with brushes of all kinds. They clattered to the floor. Liam knelt and helped him pick them up again. "Didn't know you were painting, Timmy. Those are many brushes." His Beta turned a concerning shade of red and stuttered. "I...No...Not...Irgs. I don't paint! Pictures! I don't paint pictures!" "Then what do you paint?" Liam had never seen Tim being creative with brushes in any shape or form. From how his friend acted, one would think he was doing forbidden things with those brushes. "You don't have to tell me, of course. I'm just curious." You could basically see Tim's thought process on his face. Denial, fear, nervousness, fear again, shame. Finally, he pointed to the other side of the room. There was a large board with something tiny on it. Curiosity got the better of Liam and he stepped closer. Tiny little figurines were placed all over the board, along with trees, and various other little things. There was even a tiny truck looking amazingly similar to Theo's truck. And there was a car looking like Liam's. Wait a second. "Are those figurines of the pack?" Tim rushed next to Liam. "I can stop with that if you think it's weird. It's just, I like making those little scenes and take inspiration from real life." He gently pushed a tiny figurine in a blue jersey. A tiny Liam in lacrosse gear, Liam realized. "You've got to be kidding me! This is awesome! Can I touch it?" Liam was in awe. Tim blushed furiously but then gently placed lacrosse Liam on Liam's palm. The young Alpha turned the figurine to inspect it from all sides. For such a small thing, the details were incredibly detailed. "I make the figurines from a special clay and then I paint them. I hope you don't think it's weird. I am sorry if you do. I'm not a creep, I promise!" Tim almost stumbled over his words in his haste to get them out. "You make them? This is incredible, Tim! Why did you never show us this? That's not creepy or weird, this is fucking amazing! You're crazy talented." Liam could not stop praising the guy. And Tim beamed under the praise. Once he realized Liam did not find anything weird about that and actually loved it, he preened. "Does anybody in the pack know you're doing this?" "Mike knows." Tim smiled shyly. "But I made him swear he wouldn't tell a soul. Made him swear on something important to him." "Uh uh. What did he swear on?" Now Tim blushed again. "Our friendship." "Aw." Those two were cute and deserved each other. Mike because he needed a calm anchor in his life, Tim because he needed someone to speak up when he couldn't himself. "But seriously, Timmy, those are cool. I'm not going to say anything but if you ever want to share with the rest, I can already assure you, they will be as amazed as I was. It's a really cool hobby. I imagine it takes a lot of time?" "Oh, it does. But I like to modulate all the figurines and then paint them. It's calm work and I can think while doing it." Tim began chatting about his hobby. Now that Liam knew it seemed like a dam had burst and he could share it with the Alpha. Liam willingly listened.

****** "I'm glad you could clear the air with Tim." Theo pulled the covers back and crawled in bed. Liam was already under the covers and had scrolled through his phone but now put the device away to concentrate on the talk with his mate. "I'm glad too. It is important to me to get those kinds of replies so I can reflect on myself. I'm not doing everything right. But I'm working on it." "You're doing a lot of things already right. The things you're not doing right, well they partly make you Liam. Not perfect but human and very loveable." "How were you ever the chimera of death?" Liam teased and Theo smacked him with his pillow. Liam laughed. "I am trying here to compliment you and you do not appreciate it? You should be ashamed of yourself!" Theo wailed. Liam laughed louder. "Naw, you will survive that one, big boy. You know I love you." To prove it, he pressed his mate down on the mattress and kissed him passionately. Theo laughed into the kiss but returned it soon enough. "I know you love me", he mumbled after they parted. "And I love you, Lee." Liam was proud to hear that and he smirked. His phone chimed and he let go of Theo to grab it. "It's from Luka. He's asking if I want to meet up sometime next week. Cool." Liam already typed an answer. "You really like the three, right?" Theo mused. Liam looked up from his phone screen. Theo was watching him with questioning eyes but there was no sign of jealousy as he had shown with Scott in the beginning. He sighed. "I do. It's strange. They're all older than me and yet they never acted like they had to explain the world to me. Never a patronizing word, never telling me I'm still so young. I was just Liam and from the get-go, I was part of this little gang. I didn't have to prove myself to them. Because it felt like I had already proved myself prior to meeting them and they didn't even care. It was nice. I wasn't...." "You weren't the fourteen-year-old?" Theo asked amusedly and yet with compassion. "Yeah", Liam confirmed. "I wasn't even Liam the twenty-year-old. I was just...Liam." He fell silent for a few beats. "Doesn't mean I will leave you guys behind. You're my family." "Nobody's thinking that!" Theo furrowed his brows. "If we did, we would be bad friends and family members. We all are individuals outside of this pack and we all will make friendships without the pack being involved. If not, we would be one lousy pack. What we are is, happy you found people appreciating you and liking you for who you are." He reached out and pushed Liam's chin up so the couple looked at each other. "Liam, you have so many things going on for you. Your age shouldn't be one of the first things to notice." It was still strange to hear those things with such sincerity and Liam swallowed dryly. "What's the first thing?" He asked softly. Theo smiled lovingly. "Your good heart. And your eyes. Not because of their color - even though it's a beautiful color - but because they shine with such honesty and happiness." They stared at each other, Liam lost for words. He found his voice only after moments passed. "Were you always that poetic?" "You bring out the best in me", the ex-chimera replied and then kissed Liam deeply.

****** "Not to be pessimistic or something but would it not have been better to plant the flowers after the heatwave?" Liam stood in the open front door and watched Brett watering their plants. Nope", the tall werewolf replied and carried on with his task. "Because?" "Because I wanted to do it now", Brett simply answered. He gave Liam a cheeky grin. "That's reason enough." "Why would I ever doubt that?" Liam remarked teasingly. "Careful before I water you. You could use some growing", Brett teased back. The next moment, he was distracted by the red convertible oldtimer rolling into their driveway. The car was highly polished, not one speck of dirt to be seen, and it was sparkling in the sun. "Holy crap, that is awesome." Brett didn't even realize he was watering the ground instead of the plants, too busy staring at the car. It stopped in front of the entrance and Luka in the driver seat smirked. "Hi." "Hi." Liam laughed. "Nice car." "It's the pack car when one of us wants to go for a nice ride. Holden, a pack member, resto moded it but he lends it to everyone. Thought it's a nice day, why not take it?" He took off his sunglasses and seemed quite proud of his Beta's skills. Liam had no interest in cars but it was a pretty one and why not? He had no objections to driving around in this. Mike and Theo came out of the house. "Dude, that car is sick!" Mike jumped down the stairs and rounded it. Luka preened. "I'll forward it to Holden." Theo was also circling the car, as amazed by it as Mike and Brett were. Liam could only shake his head. Who knew those guys were such car freaks? "Luka, that one over there is Brett and that guy there is Mike. And that is Theo." "Nice to meet you." Theo was the only one to actually shake Luka's hand, the other two simply waved and then continued to fawn over the car. "Nice to meet you too", Luka replied. "You're Liam's boyfriend, right?" "I am", Theo proudly confirmed. "Bring him back in one piece." "I swear on my life", Luka promised in a playful serious tone. Liam grunted. "I can hear you guys! Theo, maybe I won't bring Luka back in one piece. How about that?" "As long as you bring the car back in one piece!" Mike cut in and made them all laugh. "Okay, now that some of my Betas embarrassed me in front of you, I'll get my sunglasses and we can go", Liam called out to the older Alpha and ran into the house and upstairs.

It took him a little while to find his sunglasses (he really needed to try and be tidier) but when he found them under some papers, Liam let out a triumphant cry and ran back downstairs. His Betas were involved in a conversation with Luka (surprisingly not about cars) which Liam now interrupted. "I'm ready." "Great. Hop in." Liam opened the passenger door and marveled at how smooth this was going. He somehow expected the door to get stuck because of age. But this car looked and felt like a brand new one. "See you guys later. Don't burn the house down", he joked. "Yes, dad!" All three Betas chimed in unison. Theo smirked and came to the passenger side to give Liam a quick kiss. "Have fun", he mumbled and Liam nodded. "Bye, guys. See you next time!" Luka called out before he started the car and soon they rolled down the driveway.

"You're one of the few people in this car to use the seatbelt immediately", he informed Liam when he turned into the street. The young Alpha looked down. "I do this in every car. My mother drilled this into me from a young age. I could not drive in a car without buckling up." "My mom was like that too. She always said just because were werewolves didn't mean we had to challenge fate. And she got mad if she saw one of us without a seatbelt on. Not just her own kids but basically everyone. There is a story where she refused to drive another Alpha's wife to the airport because the lady refused to put hers on. It's said they sat in the car for forty minutes until my dad went looking for them." Liam started laughing. "That's dedication. It's that the temper you were talking about?" Now Luka laughed. "My mom was stubborn. I'm too. And my sister is as well. Fun times during puberty, I can tell you. Good thing my dad was good at finding middle ground." "Your parents seemed like an amazing couple. Their personalities really matched with each other, from what I already heard." He wanted to know more about his new friend. And Liam wanted to share things about himself as well. He believed Savannah was right, this could become great friendships. "They were the perfect match even though their personalities were as different as they can be. But they balanced each other out. They were incredible Alphas for our pack." "You say Alphas. Were both real Alphas? Or just an Alpha couple?" Luka stopped at a crosswalk and let some pedestrians pass. "Technically, if you base it on red eyes and stamina, my father was the Alpha. My mother was a Beta but no one would have dared to treat her like one. Or like she was just dad's wife and mate. The way she cared for her pack, the way she made decisions, the way she spoke, she was an Alpha. There is so much more to an Alpha than red eyes. It's all about behavior and the relationship to the pack members." "I don't base it on the red eyes. Theo, he's also a Beta, but we call him Second Alpha. He takes over if I can't. We're the Alpha couple. Why should the color of somebody's eyes define their role?" Luka agreed with Liam's point of view. "There are some packs without an Alpha with red eyes. One Beta is in charge and guides them." "I didn't know that, that's awesome. But wouldn't that be an Alpha by conquest in the long run?" "Depends on how serious the pack takes it. Not all packs are focused on Alpha and Betas, some are more lenient. There are so many kinds of packs. Not just different species but different versions. There are also many Alpha Omegas around." "Alphas without a pack? So wolves with the Alpha spark." "Yeah." "Huh." Liam had never considered that. To him, Omegas had always been those wolves. With normal wolf powers. What were normal wolf powers? Betas? Liam guessed so. He never bothered to really make a distinction or think about what exactly Omegas were. "I kind of don't know a lot about the supernatural. I know how to fight and about several evil beings but all those connections between weres, species, what other magical beings are there, rituals, I know nothing about." Luka didn't take it badly. "At what age were you bitten?" "Fourteen." "You're twenty now. Which means I'm twelve years older than you. Trust and believe me when I tell you I didn't know that much more when I was your age. Plus I have the unfair advantage of being born in a werewolf family." He smiled impishly. Liam grinned. Yet he still insisted on his opinion. "I still think the first few years as a werewolf did not prepare me for that."

Thus he found himself telling Luka everything, from how Scott bit him to the hyenas. It was somewhat therapeutic to talk about all this with another wolf without knowing him beforehand. He didn't need to find periphrases for things, could tell it how it happened and didn't need to sugarcoat the events. He also could be as open as possible without having to worry about insulting some old friends. It had been the same with Byron.

He talked until they parked in the parking lot of the restaurant they had picked to grab something to eat. Liam didn't know the place but according to Luka it had delicious food and you could sit outside under trees so it would not be too hot. "See? That's the reason why teenagers shouldn't become Alphas", Luka said matter of factly and killed the engine. "I don't mean this condescendingly but it is what it is. Maybe if Scott had been a born werewolf it would have been different but I understand why this was all complicated. And why you didn't learn about the supernatural community. You had enough other problems to take care of." "I just wished I could have learned more. Maybe being an Alpha would be easier then", Liam mumbled. "Nah." Luka denied. "Becoming an Alpha does not mean you suddenly get access to this knowledge. It's not like a hatch opens and it's flowing into your brain. You have to make mistakes to find your footing as an Alpha." He unbuckled his seatbelt. "I was prepared to become an Alpha after my father's death for years. It could have become anybody in the pack but since I'm the oldest it was kind of expected for me to take over afterward. But it's not possible to really prepare someone for the weight we shoulder as Alphas. For the magnitude of responsibility settling in. It's something we just feel. And every Alpha has to find their own way to cope with that." Liam frowned. "How do I know I'm doing the right thing then?" Luka gave him a brotherly nudge. "I'd say you're on a good way already. When the first Alpha came to town, your Betas followed you into a potentially deadly fight. They were willing to die by your side. That's a type of loyalty you cannot buy or blackmail. It's loyalty coming from the soul and the heart. And it's only happening because an Alpha made the right decision for those Betas. You're young, Liam, one of the youngest Alphas I've ever met but you marched into the Alpha meeting without a care in the world. Do you think any of those Alphas would have done that at the age of twenty? From my point of view, you're doing absolutely great. Don't focus so much on being perfect and rather follow your heart and gut and you're set. You will be fine." It felt good to hear that. Byron told him that often enough but now a second experienced werewolf told Liam the same thing. He felt flattered. Those men saw him as equal, not just as a teenager. Saw eye-to-eye with him and respected him the same way he respected them. Enough to give Liam a soaring feeling in his chest. "Thanks." He clapped Luka's shoulder. "No come on, I'm hungry."

They exited the car and walked to the restaurant entrance. The hostess greeted them with a friendly smile and an even friendlier one when she got the first good glance at Luka. Liam was friends with Brett so this was not new to him. He was flabbergasted still. "How do you do that?" He had to inquire once they sat outside on their table and the hostess left to get menus for them. "Do what?" Luka acted innocently but his grin and the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him. The hostess came back and made a show to slowly put the menus on the table. She didn't pay Liam any mind and that was fine, he was mated, instead just gave Luka a coy smile. "Don't hesitate to ask me in case you need anything." "Will do. Thank you", he repaid her with a charming smile of his own and she left in a slow, seductive motion. On top of the menus, she left a little note with digits behind. "You barely talked to her and still got her number. Brett managed to pull this off as well. How? Not that I will ever need to try since I have Theo but how the fuck do you pull that off?" Liam could not find any satisfying explanation. Luka had gazed back at the hostess but now his head snapped back. "Luck, I guess. And charm, maybe." "Maybe, uh uh." Liam snickered. Luka had a certain boyish charm about him and that made him attractive. Not taking life too seriously, giving everything an easier vibe. Liam also understood the hostess because the deep green t-shirt Luka was wearing brought out his eyes nicely and accentuated his fit body perfectly. "I like sex. What can I say? Everywhere. No matter what country I am." Luka was not embarrassed to share this. "Have you always been like this?" "Frankly? Yeah. I always liked to flirt and when I was old enough to actually become sexually active, I saw no harm in there. I don't play. That's how my parents raised me. My mother always said: Go and have fun with whoever you want to have fun. But don't break hearts if you don't have to. Be upfront. If it's just sex, say it. Saves you and other people heartbreak. I always followed that. Yes, I had relationships but most of the time I have been single and had one-night-stands. Or several night stands. Whatever. The minute I'm interested in someone or in a relationship, I'm faithful. I can't stand cheaters." "That's the right answer. Sex is nice, with the right person even better, but I don't like players. Nice to hear someone having values."

Liam took a look inside the menu. Right on cue, a waiter appeared. "Hello gentlemen, I'm your server for today. Would you care for a drink?" The Alphas looked at each other. "Just water is fine for me", Liam decided. It was hot, despite the trees providing shade, and he would become thirsty, he knew himself. "Water is good", Luka decided himself and the waiter went to fetch their drinks. "You said no matter what country you are in. Are you traveling a lot?" Liam had picked up on that. "For work yeah." "What are you doing for a living?" "I deal in car parts for either oldtimer or pimped-out cars. Like the convertible. Holden is the mechanic, we work together. He screws the cars together, I contract the clients and the manufacturers. We have business all over the world since some of the parts are very rare. So I traveled a lot. For periods of time, I wasn't home for months. I never had my own apartment because it made no sense to pay for something I used. Tried it once and after weeks my landlord called and said he just wanted to check if I was still alive since I never came around. So I moved out again and if I stayed home, I stayed with the Alphas." "And that was okay? For you to be gone so long?" "My parents ket an open door policy. If something important came up, they called us home but aside from that, we were free to leave as long as we wanted. We knew we could always return to the pack house. No matter how late, even in the middle of the night, we were always welcome. We all made use of that rule over the years."

The waiter brought their drinks and took their order. When he left the two alone again, Liam raised his glass. "Good idea to meet up again", he praised. "Well, Savannah said it right, it's the beginning of wonderful friendships. So of course." Luka smiled and they clinked their glasses together. Liam took a sip. Perfect, cool water, he never drank anything better. He put his glass down again and savored the sip. "Uhm, I never got the chance to ask. How many Betas do you have? We're only talking about me." "I don't mind. You're good at telling a story and explaining things. Somebody ever told you that?" Luka had put his glass down as well. Liam made an incredulous face. "No. What would they? I'm kind of dumb." It had slipped out faster than Liam could have stopped it. Luka's frown was almost instantly. "What asshole told you that?" "No one. Life experience, if you will. I'm not the brightest." "You don't have to be a genius but you really don't appear dumb, Liam. Don't believe it when people tell you that. They're just haters." It had the same vibe as a worried older brother giving a stern talking to his younger sibling and Liam chuckled. He was a big brother but not a little brother and yeah he called Scott his brother sometimes but that was different. Maybe because Scott was only two years older than Liam himself. They came from the same walk of life, small town, maybe that was also a factor? Liam could not really put his finger on it but it hit differently with Luka. "Okay", he said to end this topic. "I will remember this talk." "Good", Luka looked stern but then he smiled. "To get back to the question, seven Betas. A few less than you have." He leaned back in his chair. "There is my younger sister Delaney. Younger by three years. An absolute firecracker. If she gets angry, if you piss her off, she will cuss at you and rant for hours if you let her. Especially in the background of a phone conversation. Very entertaining, if I'm being honest." Luka laughed. But the love for his sister was evident in his words. "Then there is Simon. He is...was dad's best friend. They've been to school and college together and he acted like some sort of advisor for the pack. Helped with international deals and connections. He's my godfather and like a second dad. I'm happy I still have him after I lost dad. It doesn't bear contemplating if he would have been also gone..." Luka trailed off. Liam managed a compassionate smile. "I am sorry for your loss. Losing somebody we love is never easy." He touched his collar bone where the Lion King tattoo was hidden under his shirt. Luka appreciated the sentiment. He continued his list on a lighter note. "With Simon came Holden, his son. Holden's just a few months younger than I am, we grew up together." "Holden's mom is not part of the pack?" "No. She never wanted to get married or have kids. Yet she married Simon and got pregnant with Holden. Weeks after his birth she handed Simon the infant and announced: I don't want to be a wife or a mother. Here's the child, I'll leave your life for good. He does not have to search for me, I want nothing to do with any of you. My lawyer will send you the documents where I signed my rights away and the divorce papers. Got her suitcase and left. From that moment on, mom and dad gave a hand to Simon. Holt and I basically grew up like brothers. He annoys Delaney the same way I do." Liam giggled. "Are younger siblings not something fun? I have a younger brother. He's ten but living at the lake." "Aw, they're so cute at that age. And then they start stating their own opinions and become brats." It was obvious Luka didn't mean a thing he said about his sister. They both began to laugh. "Holden's a great guy but he can be a hothead. Impulsive and very brash. Those are not his finest moments and we have to hold him back. But he's fiercely protective of the pack. Would do anything for us. Another one of my Betas is Sandro. Alessandro. My second in command. We met during freshmen orientation in college and clicked almost instantly. Have been inseparable ever since. When I brought him home the first time, mom looked at dad and said: Look, it's Luka in another body. Our parents often joked how they could each take the wrong son home and nobody would notice cause we're so similar. It's eerie. "

Their food came out and they interrupted their talk to thank the waiter and dig in before Luka resumed talking. "Sandro was human when we met but after a while, he noticed my family was hiding something. He confronted me and after consulting with my Alphas I came clean to him. Thank god cause when he was twenty-five, he go involved with a lone Alpha and said Alpha got a bit too excited in bed. Right before a full moon. Sandro showed up at our doorstep, bloodied and already on the verge of transforming. Dad took one look at him and dragged him to the basement where we keep a cage for those things. I stayed with him the whole night and after that, it was more or less clear he would become part of the pack. Sandro helped me a lot after my parents' death. He took charge when I couldn't do it and held the pack together. That's why he became my second in command, just like Theo is for you." Luka drank from his water. "We have two other women in the pack. Bryn and Lynn. Laugh if you want, their rhyming names are a running joke in our pack. Bryn I know for almost her whole life. How fit are you in werewolf genetics?" Liam snorted. "That a thing? I'd give it a solid zero." "To keep it simple: The werewolf gene is dominant most of the time. Werewolf parents will have werewolf children. Even if only one parent is a wolf, the child likely will be one as well. The chances are even higher by born wolves rather than bitten ones. But if you have several generations of werewolves mixing with humans there is a slight possibility to have a human child even as werewolf parents. In Bryn's family case it was the opposite. There had been some wolves here and there, some of them had been in contact with my father's pack, but for generations, there were only humans. Until Bryn was born. Boom. Human parents with a werewolf baby." "You're kidding me!" Liam was amazed at how crazy nature could get. "Absolutely not. But her family knew about werewolves and so they knew the name of my father's pack. They grabbed their daughter and moved closer to us, showed up at our door, and kindly asked my parents to help them. To make having yet another child running around somewhat plausible, we started calling Bryn Delany's and my second cousin. We kept this til this day and mostly refer to her as our cousin. Lynn, on the other hand, was bitten after a night of clubbing and then left to die. Mom found her somewhere in the ditch and brought her home. We were not sure she would survive but that girl is tough as nails. Don't underestimate her." "She reminds me of Sadie. One should never underestimate Sadie as well. She will kick your ass and probably gnaw on your bones without ruining her makeup." "Somehow that description also fits Maddie and Savannah", Luka realized. Liam had to agree with that. "Anyway, you said you had seven Betas. One's missing." "The latest addition to the pack before my parents died. Will. He's Sandro's cousin, full-blood-related this time. They have been close while growing up and he visited one time. This family is good at picking up things and he got curious. We never got to explain to him everything cause a hostile pack attacked and he was wounded badly. Dad turned him in an attempt to save his life. It worked and Will moved to live with us. Funny enough, he and Holden clicked almost as instantly as Sandro and I did. They just balance each other a bit better. Hopefully. One's a hothead, the other is too cocky for his own good sometimes. I think the day these two linked, Simon's world kinda ended. He had several gray hairs more after that day. Lynn once kept a tally which one had to get bailed out of jail more often..." Luka tilted his head. "Huh, wondered what happened to that. I think I was the third place..." Liam smirked and Luka gave him an innocent smile. "I mean, we are all law-abiding citizens and never do anything wrong. We stick together and love each other, as a family should." "So do we. My pack and I. They're my family and I don't want to miss anyone of them." "Tell you what, Liam, why don't you and you pack visit us? We could have a BBQ party. Next Friday, is that good?" "That's a great idea. I'll check with the pack and text you."

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When I started this story, I imagined how many chapters this might will have and thought sixty was a good number. Now we are at chapter 60 and this story is far from over. I can't believe that. It's absolutely amazing and I want to thank every single one of my readers for the support. You all are amazing! Thank you!!!

In regards to this chapter, I like the friendship between Luka and Liam. They both are on the same wavelength and get each other. And it was fun working out Luka's Betas. In the next chapter, both packs will fully meet each other. I am excited.

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Do you think you could do Monster Prom comforting their SO who is trying their best as a full time student? (I'm not sure if you take specific character requests but to make it less time consuming you could do only Damien unless you prefer to write the whole cast.) Thanks and I hope you have a good day/night!

(A/N): I do write for the characters individually! :3 I did all of the main ones here, though I wrote them as headcanons, so I hope it’s okay… (it’s less time consuming and I thought it would fit this request better). Anyway… hope you’ll like these!

Miranda Vanderbilt:

- She honestly doesn’t understand why you’re so stressed out; don’t you have serfs to do all your homework and studying for you?

- It takes you a little while to explain to her that, no, you don’t have any serfs to do your work and, no, you don’t want her serfs to do your work.

- It’s important to you that you succeed in your studies by yourself, even though you feel like crying and dropping everything from time to time.

- She still doesn’t quite get why you would put yourself through all that mental and exhausting pain, but she does understand that it’s important to you.

- Don’t expect her to help you with your studies: she’s a beautiful princess, so she will order her serfs to help you study while she enjoys other activities.

- She won’t necessarily notice that you might be stressing out until you start crying.

- When this happens, she might start blaming her serfs for it (execution-), but she will certainly wrap you up in her arms and whisper comforting things in your ear as she pats your back.

- She may or may not have suggested making her guards kill off your teachers at some point… and though the offer was very tempting, you told her no.

- She’s always ready to tell that order just in case you change your mind, and she might have threatened them into giving out less work so that you could ease up a bit.

- After all, you’re the love of her life; and she will do anything to make sure your happiness stays protected.

Damien Lavey:

- That boy barely manages to pass his classes, so he’s not really much of a help when it comes to studying.

- At least that’s what he believes, but he always tries his best to help you out nonetheless.

- You would make study notes for him to use to question you, but he rapidly gets confused and starts cussing at those overly complicated subjects.

- You often end up explaining your studying concepts to him, which more than often helps you learn the stuff.

- He gets annoyed pretty fast though, so you have to find other ways to study without his help.

- You don’t mind that much; it’s the thought that counts.

- If you ever get too stressed out or are about to hit the breaking point, he’s already there to help you out.

- He’s awkward when it comes to ‘saying sweet things’ and ‘comforting hugs’, but what he excels at are kick-ass hairstyles.

- It might seem a little random, but every time you feel his fingers go through your hair, your shoulders instantly relax and the loud thoughts shush down.

- It’s like getting a head massage from your boyfriend, and that’s pretty much what you need.

- He will force you to stop and watch a movie with you if he sees that you’re about to cry.

- You may need to study, but your happiness is much more important to him.

Scott Howl:

- Scott may not understand any of the subjects you have to study, but he’s the best boi when it comes to bringing a smile to your face.

- He will spend the entire day baking your favorite sweets and cooking you your favorite meals, wanting to make sure that you eat enough.

- If he somehow messes up a recipe, he will go out and come back with take-out and eat it with you in your room while you study.

- He will gladly ask you questions about your subjects: as long as you wrote them down with the answers beforehand.

- He’s not really much of any help though, because he often ends up telling you that you got the right answer (when you didn’t-) to make sure you stay happy.

- You get frustrated at him for a few moments then rapidly forgive him, kindly asking him to let you study in peace.

- If you ever get too stressed out, you can be sure that he will make you stop your studies for some well-earned cuddle time.

- He loves to hug you, so it’s honestly just an excuse for him to have you in his arms.

- He’s the best boi you could ever ask for, and he’s very happy to help you stay relaxed.

Liam de Lioncourt:

- You couldn’t think of a better person to help you out.

- Liam has been around for many centuries and knows about almost anything.

- He will gladly help you study; he doesn’t even need study cards, he remembers everything.

- If you need specific sources for an assignment, he will guide you through his own personal library to get what you need.

- He also knows about good websites to get great online articles, which he will happily provide to you.

- He will definitely create tests and exams to help you prepare for the real ones as much as you can, taking the time to explain to you why you got some of your answers wrong to make sure you understand.

- He’s so good at helping you get prepared, you hardly get stressed out about your exams and assignments.

- If you do start to panic about him, he will rapidly manage to calm you down.

- “We’ve studied and prepared you for this for weeks. I know you’re ready. You can do this.”

- If that doesn’t work; he makes you do breathing exercises and repeatedly reminds you that you’re doing great.

- Overall, he’s very proud of you, and he’s very happy to be able to help you out.

Polly Geist:

- Studying is completely boring to her, and she often tries to get you to stop studying so you can party with her.

- You often have to snap at her in order for her to let you work in peace, which she does for a few hours before she comes back whining and trying to get your attention.

- She knows that school is important to you, and it used to be important to her when she was alive, but not that she’s dead all she wants is for both of you to have fun.

- When snapping at her doesn’t work, you usually give out a sigh and accept to spend time with her, to which she responds quite happily.

- Those breaks might give you less time to work, but it definitely helps keep your stress level low.

- If you’re really struggling with a subject and are almost begging her to let you work, she will drop the ‘let’s party!’ act and settle down with you.

- She was at the top of her class back when she was alive and cared, so she picked up quite a few tricks to quickly learn and understand any subjects.

- She often blows your mind when she shares those with you, some sounding quite a little crazy, but you’re really thankful for her help.

- As soon as you’re both done, you can be sure that she’ll drag you out to get drunk; or at least watch a movie and cuddle if it’s the night right before your exams.

- She might get a little annoying sometimes, but you know she just wants the best for you, and you love her for that.

Vera Oberlin:

- Vera will only help you study if you really need to.

- She’s a smart woman who knows the importance of studying, but it’s not because she cares about her own grades that she loves doing it.

- So she only steps in when you’re either begging her or she sees that you’re on the verge of crying.

- Her confidence and calmness rapidly help you ease down as she asks you questions about each subject you need to study for, even though you feel slightly ashamed when you don’t say the right answer.

- She often gives out groans of frustration when she has to explain something to you, but she does it nonetheless because she secretly wants you to succeed and be happy.

- If she sees that you need a little more time to get the hang of something; she won’t hesitate to make her minions kidnap your teacher to get you an extra week of studying.

- She always denies doing it, but you always thank her for it.

- She will most definitely find a way to steal the answer sheets for your exams, then make you learn the specific parts you need to know to increase your success.

- You never know that she does this, and she never tells you the specific answers either, but she’s very glad to see your grades increase ever since she started doing it.

- Let’s just say she’ll do anything to help you crush the others in your classes; she’ll just never tell you how much she cares about this.

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does-it-need-saying · 4 years

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His Favorite Adventure

~/Who said you’re not important? I’ve travelled to all sorts of places, done things you couldn’t even imagine, but you two? Street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home. I’ve never had a life like that.\~

“Doctor, come on!”

Rose waited outside the pub, trying and failing to hail a taxi. She could fend off malicious aliens and save entire universes from certain destruction, but apparently being able to catch a single bloody cab on her own was not in her repertoire of skills. What made it so much worse was that the Doctor never seemed to have any trouble with it, and the smug git sure did like to rub it in her face. She supposed that was why he had been so insistent she head out first.

“Doctor!” she shouted again, stepping away from the curb knowing he could hear her through the mostly empty street. He said he would be out in a mo, said he was just going to give a last quick goodbye to Jake and Olivia and Ava and Liam and the rest, said he’d be right behind her. Why she believed him she’ll never know. At least his coat was keeping her a bit warm, but still. Wearing a rather short dress and heels in the cold and just being completely knackered wasn’t exactly Rose’s definition of a good time.

Then, just as she was about to walk back in for him (more than content to drag him out by his ear), the Doctor finally came stumbling out.

“Roooose! Sorry, ‘m here. Ready for that cab, then? See you’ve had the same luck as always,” he smiled at her, giddier than usual and swaying just the tiniest bit.

Rose simply stood there, eyeing him up and down as an amused expression grew over her face. “Now how in the hell did you manage to get completely pissed in the ten minutes since I stepped outta there?”

“Whaaatttt? Noooooo,” he tried defending himself, but apparently couldn’t even convince his own intoxicated mind of that fact. “Well… maybe just a little, just a bit, just a tad. But it’s no’ my fault, I promise! I told ‘em- I did!- that I was not interested ‘cause… well ya know,” he said gesturing to Rose, “but they just bullied me right into it!”

Rose chuckled. “Ohhh yes, The Oncoming Storm in all his glory, susceptible to a bit of peer pressure from a handful of innocent humans.”

“Says the Rose Tyler, defender of the universe, who can’t even hail us a simple cab. I mean really, love, it’s not that hard,” he rebutted, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist with a devilish grin.

“Speaking of which,” she managed, trying not to think about how damn sexy he looked with that messed up hair and rolled up sleeves and his tongue just poking out touching the top of his lip… she blinked, snapping herself out of it. “Er- I think it’s about time you got us one. Bit chilly out here, and I sure would love to get home before Jake runs out to force another shot of,“ she paused to take a quick sniff of his breath, “tequila on your poor, poor soul.”

“Oi! No sniffing, you!” he covered his mouth and not so gracefully backed away.

“So is that a no on the taxi, then?” Rose tried again, but the Doctor - that handsome git- clearly had no intention of cooperating. “Fuck, you are so bloody useless when you’re drunk!”

Rolling her eyes, Rose stepped back out to the curb shouting and waving her arm about. Finally, after watching her struggle for a minute, the Doctor gave that famous whistle of his which almost instantly stopped a taxi right in front of them. Rose sighed both in exasperation and relief. The Doctor smirked to himself, and then moved forward to open the door.

“After you, Dame Rose,” he held out his hand for her.

Any frustration she felt just a moment ago melted away and she smiled back at him. “Why thank you very much, Sir Doctor,” she took his hand and ducked into the car.

After telling the driver where they were headed, the Doctor followed her in and scooted up right next to her. He put his hand on her knee and started drawing not-so-innocent circles with his finger. Rose laughed to herself. He always did get a bit more handsy after he’d had a few and any other time she would gladly play along (even now it was taking all her will power not to just fall into him). But right now she really just wanted to get home and being thrown out of the cab taking them there was not going to help accomplish that. So instead, Rose rested her head against the crook of his neck and took his rather rowdy hand in hers.

“You’re not mad at me, then?” he smiled down at her.

“For what?”

“Ohhhh I don’t know… getting drunk when-”

“When your pregnant wife couldn’t do the same?” she finished for him, stifling a chuckle and yawn at the same time.

“Mmmm, yeah… that.”

“Course I’m not mad, you twat. Was actually surprised you made it for as long as you did with everyone else drinking like the world was ending. Actually, that’s not true, they all really put ‘em away back then… But just ‘cause I’m not allowed to have fun the next eight months doesn’t mean you should have to suffer, too.”

“Oh, but Rose Tyler, greatest being in the universe, love of my many lives, I won’t be suffering one bit. In fact it would be my absolute pleasure to stay properly sober for you!” he declared rather dramatically.

“You say as you’re the complete opposite of sober at this very moment, you realize?”

“Oi! That was only ‘cause o’ the peer pressure! Remember? But now that I learned their ways, no more of that trickery can they pull on me!”

“Is that so?” The Doctor could hear the mockery in her voice, and what he could have sworn was a quiet snigger from the driver.

“Mmm… well if I’m being honest- which remember now I always completely am with you-,” he took a deep breath as if to stall, “prob’ly not. But I’ve got another secret weapon on my side, don’tcha know.”

“And what, pray tell, would that be?” Rose asked, feigning intrigue.

“My complete and utter love and reverence for you, of course! I’ll tell ‘em, I will, ‘No! Because I’m supporting my incredible, wonderful, beautiful wife who I completely love and adore!’” Then, his voice getting a bit faster and an octave higher “…and if they still won’t leave me alone after that I’ll just give you a shout to save me.”

Rose snorted at him. “Oh no, you won’t! That’s cheating, that is. I’m putting down twenty quid right now you won’t make it a month!”

“Ohh Rose Tyler, how you wound me! But you are very, very wrong. You know how I know?”

“Mmm?”

“Because…” he gently took her chin in his hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb. Then, removing the space between them until his lips were just brushing against hers, he whispered, “no need for even a drop of alcohol when I’m already intoxicated on you every moment of my life.”

Then the Doctor gave up his teasing and took her into a gentle but fiery kiss. A kiss neither of them wanted to end, but which their need for air forced them to.

“God, you can be such a cheeseball sometimes,” she quietly laughed at him, her heart racing slightly faster than before.

“And proud of it!” Rose was just about to give in to another kiss and anything that might follow (decency be damned!) when an unexpected yawn escaped her lips. “Tired, love?”

“Just a touch,” she admitted, but still couldn’t seem to pull herself away from him.

As much as he very much didn’t want to, the Doctor did manage to tear his face from hers, though. “Oh come on now plenty of time for that later, ya little minx” he straightened himself out, guiding her head back to his shoulder. He let his hand linger and began to stroke her hair soothingly.

“Oi! You’re the one who started it!” Rose argued, but still let him take care of her. She let out another yawn. “Still amazes me you can be so awake at an hour like this, though, pissed or not.”

The Doctor glanced down at his wrist to check the time only to discover his watch wasn’t working. He tried shaking it a bit, hoping that would somehow get it to work (blimey, just how drunk was he?), but of course it didn’t help. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Err,” Rose pulled out her phone to check. “Two o’clock.”

At her words, the Doctor’s drunken aura completely faded away. “Two in the morning?” he asked, as if not believing her.

“Yup, two on the dot. Somethin’ wrong with that?”

The Doctor just smiled. “No, nothin’ wrong with that at all.” He gave Rose a gentle kiss on the top of her head, and then continued, “Have I told you recently just how very much I love you? How much I love getting to be with you every day? How much I love our life together?”

“Oh not for a while now, think it’s been a good handful of hours since you last did. You’ve been slacking,” she teased.

“Well then, Rose Tyler,” oh how he did love saying her name, and how she loved hearing him say it, “better get to work. Not that thinking about all the things I love about you and being with you takes much effort, mind you. Although thinking of where to begin on the other hand… Oh, I know! I love your wonderfully brilliant mind, and how you make the absolutely most perfect grilled cheese in the world, and how you’re hair is just the most beautiful mess when you wake up every morning, and that you…”

The Doctor kept going on and on the rest of the drive, even after Rose had fallen asleep. He simply couldn’t help himself. He thought about how perfect these past three years had been. How honored he felt to be living this life with the woman he loved, who somehow loved him right back. How excited he was to begin this new chapter of their lives together. And just how incredibly lucky he was to be driving home. In a taxi. That they caught on a street corner. At two in the morning.

It was certainly the one adventure he preferred most of all.

#this is for you #loupettes #hope it is satisfactorily fluffy for you after all that heartbreak :)#also #in my like 7 years of writing dw fanfiction #I think this is my first ever pure piece of fluff #not sure how that makes me feel about myself haha #anyhow #enjoy!#rose tyler #tentoo #tentooxrose #original fic #His Favorite Adventure #dw

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searchingwardrobes · 4 years

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The Convenient Groom: 9/14

Here we are - the double date on Liam’s boat! Will Emma pass Liam's "test"? I know, the chapter count went up. I was originally going to put more in this chapter, but then I surpassed 3,000 words. Plus, I just felt like I hit the perfect sweet spot of a chapter ending. I also promised some green eyed jealousy a couple of chapters ago, but I ended up moving that to a different place in my outline. It felt like Emma and Killian needed to get closer before that could be believable. So let's commence with some hurt/comfort in this chapter, shall we?

Summary: Killian Jones just happens to be there when Emma Swan gets the phone call that changes everything: her fiance is leaving her at the altar. The thing is, it could also mean the end of her career. Convenient that Killian has nothing better to do that day. Convenient that he’s secretly in love with her. Not that Emma has to know that. Written for @spartanguard .

Rating: M

Words: 3,500 and some change

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“Ask me another one,” Emma called out from the bathroom, her words garbled by the toothpaste in her mouth. The words were followed by the sound of her spitting into the sink, and Killian winced. Emma Swan was a mess - literally. She left dirty clothes all over her bedroom floor, left wet towels in a heap in the bathroom, had a bad habit of kicking off her shoes wherever she happened to sit down, and at this very moment he knew there was toothpaste flying all over the sink and the mirror above it.

And God help him, he loved her more now than he had when he first agreed to this charade.

“Okay,” he called back, clearing the emotion from his throat with a short cough, “port and starboard.”

Killian grabbed a bag of pretzels from the pantry and tossed them into the waterproof tote with the rest of their food. He could hear Emma gargling down the hall, then spitting again. He shook his head thinking of all the little splashes he’d soon have to scrub from the mirror.

“Um . . . okay, port is the . . . left side of the boat. Right - I mean, correct?”

“When facing which way?” He turned to the fridge as he spoke, gathering up a six pack of sodas and another of beer.

“Facing . . . the bow. Which is the front of the boat?” Her face was scrunched up in a hesitant expression as she walked into the kitchen, her arms above her head as she twisted her hair up into a messy bun.

An adorable hesitant expression.

“Good job, love!”

Emma beamed even as she gave him a nonchalant shrug. “So that means starboard is the right side of the boat when you’re facing the bow.”

“You got it!”

“I don’t know . . . “ she trailed off hesitantly. “Ask me another one?”

Killian closed the lid on the cooler and stepped close to her, resting both hands on her shoulders. “You’ll be fine. Liam isn’t going to be giving you a pop quiz.”

Emma arched both brows. “You sure about that?”

He couldn’t stop his jaw from clenching, but he forced a smile upon his face nevertheless. “It’ll be fine.”

“You sound so convincing,” Emma muttered as she slipped into a pair of flip flops that she had kicked off underneath the coffee table.

“I wouldn’t wear those.”

“Why not?”

“They aren’t safe for the boat, plus you could easily lose them in the water.”

Emma sighed like a teenager. “Fine, I’ll wear my BOBS.”

She shuffled down the hall, and Killian shook his head. Her voice floated back to him with a muffled sound, and he could hear a clunking sound as shoes hit the floor.

“Ummm, Killian! Have you seen my BOBS? The navy ones?”

“The back porch, love!”

Emma scurried past him as he hoisted up the tote and the cooler. He followed her out the back door, and Emma grabbed his bicep as she hopped into one shoe and then the other.

“How did I ever find my shoes without you?” she asked him with an innocent smile.

She turned away from him to snap Smee’s leash onto his collar and then grab the second tote filled with their towels and sunscreen. Killian felt frozen in place at her words, though he knew she meant nothing by them. He watched her jog down the back steps, the sea breeze tugging at her hair, and smiles for the dog whose tail wagged in adoration at the newest member of the household. The only thing he could think was that he would gladly spend the rest of his life helping Emma Swan find her shoes.

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Emma felt slightly dizzy, her stomach churned a bit, and she wasn’t even on the boat yet. She was tough and adaptable, so she wasn’t really worried about not having sea legs. The nerves in her stomach were all about the captain of this vessel - a very overprotective and suspicious big brother named Liam Jones.

She would feel a lot better if she and Killian had been able to take the Jolly Roger out a few times before today. But between work and several July thunderstorms, it had never happened. Oh, and there was the one Sunday that her menstrual cramps had her in the fetal position with a heating pad. Oh well, there wasn’t anything she could do about it now but hope that sailing101.com was sufficient to pass Liam’s test because despite what Killian claimed, that’s what this was - a test.

The August sun was so hot and bright that Emma squinted even behind her sunglasses. She looked over at Killian’s boat which was sleeker and smaller. It was also a sailboat as opposed to the trawler motor boat that Liam owned. Emma would have called it a yacht before sailing101.com, a mistake Killian assured her would not have gone over well with his brother.

It sure looked like a yacht to her.

“Ready to come aboard?”

Emma tilted her head up. Liam stood at the boat’s edge with his hand out to help her up. She chewed on her lower lip as she eyed the edge of the dock nervously. She’d sort of been expecting a ramp or something, and that looked like a pretty big gap she had to cross. Thankfully, Killian appeared at her side and put one hand firmly at her waist and the other at her elbow. She tried not to wobble as the brothers helped her onto the boat. Smee jumped up without preamble after her, and she had to grasp the railing as the dog almost knocked her off her feet.

“We’re so excited you’re here!” Elsa exclaimed as she hurried down from the boat’s upper level. Emma felt herself relax slightly as the other woman embraced her. “Here, let me take that,” she continued, reaching for the bag looped around Emma’s shoulder.

Elsa took Emma to the bow off the ship where there were comfortable padded benches for sunbathing. She lifted one to reveal a storage area and tucked their swimming gear inside. Smee came bounding up, sniffing at the opposite bench.

“Oh no you don’t,” Elsa laughed, “that’s not for you.”

She pulled Smee away by the back of his doggie life vest, which Emma couldn’t deny was adorable in a funny sort of way.

“I’m guessing there are treats in there?” Emma asked. “Of the human variety?”

Elsa nodded. “There’s a cooler in there with drinks and a tote with munchies. There’s a kitchen in the cabin, and all the lunch stuff is in there, but it’s nice to have snacks up here.”

“Where are Anna and Kristoff?”

“Oh, Anna hasn’t exactly been a fan of the boat since she got pregnant. I don’t know if it’s physical or psychological, though. The day she put two and two together was on the boat. She never gets seasick or motion sick of any kind, but that day she spent most of her time bent over the railing.”

Emma wrinkled her nose. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

Elsa laughed. “Agreed.” She plopped down on the padded seat and patted the spot next to her. “Relax, Emma, and enjoy the sun.”

Emma glanced nervously over her shoulder. Killian was untying the ropes from the dock while Liam steered the boat and shouted instructions.

“Should we be helping?”

Elsa shook her head. “Those two enjoy pretending they’re sailing the seven seas. I only help Liam when it’s just the two of us.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s the only time I want to strangle the man. He takes being captain way too seriously.”

Emma sank down onto the seat next to her. “Then I’m glad we could come along.”

“You have no idea!” She glanced up at her husband, then leaned closer to Emma and lowered her voice. “And don’t take Liam’s gruffness too seriously. He’ll figure out how good you are for Killian sooner rather than later. Admitting it, however, may take a bit longer. If you haven’t noticed, stubbornness runs in the family.”

Emma shrugged her shoulders. “That’s okay, I’m pretty stubborn myself.”

Elsa grinned as she reached over and fished two beers out of the cooler. “So am I, Emma. Liam needed someone stubborn to put him in his place.” She handed one of the beers to Emma. “So here’s to stubborn Jones wives.”

Emma grinned back as she clinked her bottle with Elsa’s.

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Emma reached into the mini fridge in the boat’s small kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water. She then pressed the cold plastic first to her forehead, then both cheeks. Her hand trembled slightly, and she took several deep, slow breaths. Everything had been fine at first. She’d enjoyed drinks at the bow with Elsa, talking and laughing together. The sea breeze in their hair and the sun on their faces had been exhilarating. The men had stayed by the controls talking about whatever boat lovers talked about as they skimmed over the waves.

After laying anchor, the four of them had jumped into the water. Emma had tired out more quickly than was normal for her, but she still had a great time. The ocean water was a pleasant and refreshing change after all of the sun. She’d gotten out and toweled off before anyone else, and she had braced herself for criticism from Liam. Surprisingly, it never came.

It wasn’t until lunch that Emma felt that churning in her stomach again. She thought at first she just needed air and had convinced everyone to take lunch up on the bow. It had helped, even though her stomach had still protested a bit at the food. She’d ended up nibbling at her sandwich and only grabbing three or four grapes. Luckily, everyone was so busy talking, no one really noticed her lack of appetite.

Emma leaned over the sink to steady herself as the boat swayed a bit more than it had been a moment ago. She unfortunately didn’t hear Killian making his way below until it was too late.

“Are you okay, love?” he asked with concern as he came up behind her. He placed his hand on the middle of her back and started to rub gently.

“I’m fine.”

“You look pale, Swan, maybe we should head back to shore a bit early.”

“You know we can’t do that,” she hissed under her breath.

“If you’re not feeling well, I really don’t give a shit about what my brother thinks.”

Emma straightened and pushed her hair back from her forehead. “Well I do. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. Besides, I’ll be fine. I took some Dramamine with my lunch when no one was looking.”

Killian’s face was still lined with concern but he nodded. “Okay, but if you don’t get any better, let me know.”

Emma fanned her face. “I think I need some air.”

She rushed for the ladder to get back up above, her stomach lurching and heat flaming along her cheeks. Things didn’t improve once the cool ocean breeze hit her face. If anything, her equilibrium was even worse on deck, and she knew immediately that what little she’d eaten at lunch was about to come back up. She ignored Elsa’s concerned inquiries and raced to the railing. She leaned as far over as she could, retching violently. She moaned, her arms shaking as she continued to vomit.

“Killian, get up here,” Elsa shouted below. She rushed over to Emma’s side and rubbed her back much like Killian had done. Emma moaned again, this time in embarrassment. At least she’d worn her hair up so she wasn’t vomiting in her hair.

Killian was at her side quickly, pressing a cool cloth to her forehead. She pushed him away, not because she wasn’t touched by his kindness, but because she was retching again. God, she hadn’t eaten that much today. How could she still be puking?

“Motion sickness,” Liam said flatly, “well, that’s strange. I thought you said you two were out on the water all the time?”

“Shut your trap, Liam before I shut it for you,” Killian growled, “and this seems way too severe to be motion sickness.”

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” Elsa teased.

That only made Emma dry heave until she remembered her period from two weeks ago. God, that would suck if she was knocked up by Walsh. Emma reached out a shaky hand for the cool cloth Killian had brought her and used it to wipe her mouth.

“I think it’s passed,” she whispered, her strength completely drained. If Elsa and Killian hadn’t been there, she would have collapsed to the deck. Blessedly, Liam had already moved to pull up the anchor. She couldn’t help a whimper escaping when she thought about how long they had sailed before stopping. All she wanted was her bed.

“Would you feel better up here or down below?” Killian asked her.

“Up here I think. The breeze helps.”

Elsa helped her to the benches on the bow while Killian assisted his brother in preparing the boat for the return trip. Emma laid out on the bench with the damp cloth over her eyes. She must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing she knew, Killian was gently shaking her.

“Emma,” he said softly. He pressed a hand to her forehead, then gasped. “Darling, you’re burning up!”

The next thing Emma knew, Killian had scooped her up into his arms. The sun made her head pound, so she closed her eyes and pressed her face into Killian’s collarbone. She could hear Smee’s excited breathing and the tinkling of his tags as he bounded around Killian’s legs. Despite the dog and the unsteadiness of the boat, Killian carried her smoothly to the deck. He didn’t seem winded in the least as he headed across the sandy path to their house, nor did his arms shake beneath her weight. She wasn’t really surprised at his strength and stamina considering he spent all day doing physical labor. What surprised her was how much she liked it. She let herself relax against his warm chest, telling herself it was just because she was sick.

Sooner than she had expected, she heard the screen door squeak open.

“We’re home,” she whispered thankfully.

“I should have done this sooner,” Killian told her as he shifted her weight so he could open the kitchen door.

“Do what?” she asked, looking up into his face.

He grinned down at her. “Carry you over the threshold.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so she turned her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like a mixture of sea salt, sunscreen, and sweat. It was a great smell. Yankee Candle Company would make a fortune if they made that into a candle. The sexy sailor candle. Emma chuckled into Killian’s skin.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“Nothing.” He started to carry her to the bedroom. “No, the couch.”

“I can’t let you do that, Swan, you’re sick.”

“But the tv will take my mind off feeling like shit.”

Her logic seemed to satisfy him, and he turned around and deposited her gently onto the couch. He covered her with a blanket and handed her the remote. Emma leaned back on the pillows, thankful to be off the boat, even though her stomach still rolled like the waves.

Killian returned with a thermometer in his hand and a pot under his arm. He set the pot in Emma’s lap. “This is for if you get sick and don’t think you can make it to the bathroom.”

Emma looked first at the pot, then back up at him. “Please tell me you don’t cook with this.”

He chuckled and palmed the back of his neck. “Um, no, it’s the puke pot.”

“Puke pot?”

“I know, it sounds disgusting. When Liam and I were kids, our mom bought a dirt cheap soup pot at a discount store for when we got sick. It got dubbed the puke pot.”

Emma wrinkled her nose and looked down into the empty pot. “You don’t keep this in the kitchen, do you? Like, I don’t want to accidentally make pasta in the puke pot.”

“Of course not, love, I keep it under the sink in the bathroom.”

“Thank God,” she muttered.

Over the next forty-eight hours, Emma would come to understand the beauty of the puke pot. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been so violently sick in all her life, and not having to leave the couch when the nausea hit was a blessing. There was also something about being able to grasp the handles as she hugged it to her chest. She just felt awful for Killian, who had to clean it. Awful and humiliated.

She kept telling him how sorry she was. She apologized when he held her hair back while she retched. She apologized when he pressed cool cloths to her forehead. She apologized every time he helped her sit up and sip Gatorade. He kept telling her she had no reason to be sorry, but she kept saying it anyway.

Killian never left the house once in forty-eight hours. He was always there when she needed him. She’d never had anyone take care of her like that before, and on the second evening, as he pressed yet another cool cloth to her forehead, she suddenly began to cry.

“Are you alright?” he asked in alarm, pressing the back of his hand to each of her cheeks to check for a fever.

“Why are you doing this?”

His brow furrowed. “We’re married.”

“Not really.”

“Emma, listen to me,” he said, his voice serious, “regardless of what our relationship is

or isn’t, I care about you. I won’t stand by and watch you suffer alone.”

Emma nodded, unsure how to respond to his sincerity. As she so often did, Emma deflected by changing the subject.

“So, um . . . I’ve been wondering. You and Liam have British accents, but you said mom and you called it a puke pot. Aren’t those American words?”

Killian gave a soft laugh and nodded his head. “Aye, they are. My mother was American. Dad hated some of the American words we picked up from her. Puke being the worst, in his opinion.”

“Well, puke pot does have nice alliteration.”

He laughed even harder at that. “Yes, it does.”

She searched his eyes, and realized how much she wanted to ask him about his childhood. He spoke of his mother with affection in the rare moments he mentioned her. His father, on the other hand, rarely came up. Yet asking him about that opened the door to questions on her beginnings, and she wasn’t sure she was ready.

“Thank you,” she finally said, “for taking care of me.”

He brushed a strand of hair gently away from her damp forehead. “I’ll accept a thank you, but no more of this I’m sorry business, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered softly. She buried herself in the blanket he had brought her earlier, her stomach settling just enough so that she hopefully could sleep. Killian took the pot off her lap and set it within reach on the coffee table. Then he tucked the blanket under her chin before flipping off the lights. As she drifted off, her last thought was that a girl could get used to this.

Whatever virus Emma had caught was evidently a 48 hour bug, because the next morning she woke up with an appetite for the first time since before the trip on the Jewel. Killian shooed her out of the kitchen, however, reminding her that she was still weak. When he brought her breakfast, it was plain toast and more Gatorade. She pouted up at him.

“Dry toast? Can I at least have a bagel?”

He frowned down at her, his arms crossed at his chest. “You need to ease slowly back into eating, Swan. Just see if you keep that down okay, and we’ll go from there.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, reaching for the remote. She had rescheduled all of her sessions for the rest of the week, wanting to be sure she wasn’t contagious. She was relieved since her short walk to the kitchen and back to the couch had left her surprisingly winded.

Killian came back in with a mug of coffee in his hands. The smell of it made her crave some, but she doubted Killian would go for that. “So,” he said after taking a sip, “would you be alright on your own here today?”

“Absolutely,” Emma said as she nibbled on her toast, “I feel so much better - you have no idea. And I know you’ve got to be behind on work at the shop.”

“Good,” he told her with a genuine smile, but then he narrowed his eyes at her. “Can I trust you to take it easy and not to eat anything heavy?”

“Yes, Dad,” she assured him with a roll of her eyes.

“Okay,” he said, “I’m off then.”

He bent and brushed a kiss to her cheek before heading out the door. It wasn’t until he was already gone that Emma dropped her toast, paused the episode of Gilmore Girls, and cried out, “What the hell was that?”

#cs ff #cs modern au #marriage of convenience #slow burn #humor #and some angst #for spartanguard

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littlespoonevan · 4 years

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"Everything’s going to be fine." For Ian and Mickey?

ever since mickey looked so stressed!!! in 10x11 i decided he really deserved a hug so that’s what he’s getting!!! bc as much as i love their kisses, their hugs are so so good and have been severely lacking this season. so here’s 800 words of them hugging and mickey getting the comfort he Deserves xo

Mickey is stressed.

Ian is very aware he’s stressed and has thereforebeen exercising more patience than he’s possessed in the last decade ever sincethe wedding planning started. He’d hoped things would’ve improved a bit afterhe’d organised the soloist and managed to successfully remind Mickey that theirwedding was supposed to be about themand that Terry Milkovich could go die in a ditch for all his opinion fuckingmattered.

But, well, he guesses it’s hard to remember that whenTerry is an ever-looming threat, seemingly hell-bent on looking for every wayhe can to fuck this up for them.

They’re just home from a disastrous meeting with thebakery after someone apparentlychanged their order from carrot cake to a sponge cake with peanut filling. Apeanut filling that Ian is very much allergic to.

And Ian honestly wants nothing more than to crash onthe couch for the rest of the night, hoping he can coax Mickey down from histirade with beer and lingering kisses. He limps through the living room, makinga beeline for the kitchen to put a beer in Mickey’s hand before he decides tograb the bat instead and go on the hunt for his dad.

He’s just about to pass through the threshold to thekitchen when Mickey stops him.

“Ian.”

Mickey’s voice cracks and Mickey’s voice never cracks– at least, he never lets it if he can help it. Ian turns around slowly andMickey’s still standing just inside the door by the foot of the stairs with ahelpless expression on his face and a shine in his eyes that Ian never wants tofucking see.

In an instant he forgets all about the beer, marchingstraight back over to Mickey and pulling him into a crushing hug.

Mickey releases a shaky breath as soon as Ian’s armscome around him and he sinks into Ian’s hold, face finding the crook of Ian’sneck. Ian, for his part, keeps one arm firm around his back and sweeps hisother hand across Mickey’s shoulder blades before letting his fingers trail up throughMickey’s hair.

“I’m so fucking sick of him trying to take this awayfrom me,” Mickey mutters after a minute and there’s anger there but it’sovershadowed by the resigned hurt in his voice.

“Hey,” Ian says soothingly, pulling back a fractionto meet Mickey’s eyes. “Everything’s going to be alright. He won’t win,” hepromises, pressing his forehead against Mickey’s like he can force thereassurance into his head.

“Every fuckin’ time,” Mickey says, brow furrowing infrustration. “Every fucking time things get better for us he tries to ruin itand I’m so-“

“I know,” Ian replies, bringing his hand up to cupthe side of Mickey’s neck. He feels Mickey relax infinitesimally under histouch when he starts tracing his thumb along his jaw. “But Mick, I don’t give afuck what he does, alright? I’ll marry you in my backyard with Liam officiatingit. With no food or booze. Nothin’ but a bunch of gold and white chiavarichairs surrounding us. I don’t care.”

Mickey lets out a reluctant puff of laughter at thatand Ian feels himself smile in return.

“If you think I’m getting married in your nastylookin’ backyard you got another thing coming,” Mickey tells him, voice lackingall his usual bite but he seems better, at least. Calmer.

“Noted,” Ian replies with a grin before squeezingMickey’s shoulder to get him to meet his eyes. “I mean it,” he adds seriously. “He’snot gonna win.”

Mickey offers him a half-shrug, fingers closingaround the lapel of Ian’s jacket and eyes fixed on his ring. “Just feels likemight right now.”

“Hey,” Ian murmurs, forcing Mickey’s gaze up onceagain. “As long as I get to marry you, he won’t.” He pushes forward a fewinches then, punctuating his promise with a kiss to Mickey’s cheekbone andresting their temples against one another. “And as a wedding present to you I willgladly violate my probation and go put a bullet between his eyeballs as soon aswe say, “I do.””

Mickey huffs a laugh, leaning back to regard him witha wry smile. “Save the sweet talk for your vows, Gallagher.”

Ian bites back a smile, offering him a casual shrug. “Justwanted to give you a preview.”

Mickey’s mouth widens into a real grin and he pullsIan into him again, hugging him close. Ian winds his arms around him, findingtheir earlier position like it’s second nature, and kisses the closest part ofhim he can reach.

“Love you,” Mickey mumbles a moment later, mouthpressed against his shoulder.

“Love you too,” Ian whispers.

Terry can try and take away whatever the fuck hewants. Because this – the way they fall into each other so comfortably, with somuch familiarity after all these years. This isn’t ever gonna go away.

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #my fics #asks #Anon #meme thing #y'all idk wtf is wrong with me at the moment but i'm Not feeling good #idk if it's hormones or i'm just overwhelmed but yeah #i'm sorry this isn't longer but i wanted to get it out before the wedding

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drakesroyalromance · 4 years

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I’m the Bad Guy (duh)

Summary: Emma has an accident the morning after her engagement to Drake in the safehouse that turns everyone’s world upside down. Nothing will be the same, no matter how hard Drake tries.

Catch up here!

Pairing: Drake x MC (Emma Barnes), Liam x MC

Rating: R

Author’s note: Please check the trigger warnings in the tags and read the note at the end of the chapter.

Tag list: Drake x MC: @aries-light @notoriouscs

This fic: @marshmallowsandfire @twinkle-320 @ravenpuff02

Chapter 4, part 1: Old me

Liam and Drake sit in the doctor’s office in a tense silence. When the doctor enters the room, both of their heads snap up in his direction.

The doctor takes a seat across from them with a grim expression. “King Liam, if you would be so kind as to wait outside?”

Liam sets his jaw. “No.”

The doctor’s eyebrows furrow. “No? I can only disclose this news to immediate family and since Mr. Walker is the closest thing to family the patient’s got, being her fiancé, I -“

“No.” Liam repeats. “I am the King of Cordonia. That is one of the people I hold dearest to me that you’ve got lying in a hospital bed. So, if you think you’re going to withhold any information from me, you better think again.”

The doctor looks a little scared. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

Tired of waiting, Drake snaps, “Can you just tell us what’s wrong?”

The doctor adjusts his glasses. “There is nothing wrong, per se. As I told you before Miss Barnes woke up, she has suffered a traumatic brain injury, commonly known as TBI. In some cases involving the frontal lobe, the patient acts differently when they wake up. It could be that she’s just confused and will go back to acting ‘normally’ in a few hours.”

“Could? What are the chances?” Drake asks frightfully. He just wants his Emma back.

[[MORE]]

“I wish I could give you a concrete number, but it’s not that simple. Nobody knows. Every brain is different. In rare cases, personality change can be permanent.”

“Permanent?” Drake gasps. Does he mean..he’ll never have his fiancé back?

“Like I said, that happens in extreme cases. I wouldn’t worry about that just yet. For now, just keep an eye on her and if this change in behaviour persists, bring her back for a check up in a month.”

“What do we do in the meantime?” Liam inquires.

“Just act like you normally would. It would be good for her to be in a familiar environment, surrounded by loved ones. Try not to pressure her to act like her old self. I know this is a hard situation for you to be in, but we don’t want to stress the patient out.”

“Of course,” Drake nods. He needs to put Emma first. She has helped him so much, even when she didn’t know it, and she has loved him so selflessly. It’s his turn to step up now. Even if that meant enduring more cracks to his already fragile heart. For her, he would gladly let his heart bleed.

“Other than that, the nurse will give you a few medications when Miss Barnes is being discharged. Make sure she takes them as prescribed.”

“Got it, doc,” Drake says, standing up. “Here’s hoping I’m not back here in a month.”

“Here’s hoping.” The doctor echoes with a smile.

Drake and Liam unanimously decide that it’s best to take Emma back to the palace. They call Maxwell and Hana, respectively, and fill them in on what happened. Hana sheds a few tears while Maxwell promises to make the palace as joyous as possible for Emma’s return. Drake feels apprehensive about what that means, but doesn’t protest. He knows this is Maxwell’s way of showing Emma how much he cares.

He signs Emma’s discharge papers and completes other formalities. When the moment they’ve been waiting for finally comes, a nurse stops them and tells them a seemingly never ending number of guidelines.

“A headache is to be expected, but if the pain is too intense, please come back here immediately.”

“Thank you! Can we leave now?”

She replies in the affirmative and they finally depart from the hospital. The three of them settle in Liam’s limo and start the journey to the palace. Drake and Liam try to engage Emma in conversation but she stays silent, opting to stare out the window instead.

Emma suddenly groans and looks back into the car, apparently having been able to feel the men’s eyes on her. They sheepishly look away, pretending they weren’t watching her.

“Obviously this silence is making you two uncomfortable but neither of you have the balls to say something so I will.” Drake shifts uncomfortably in his seat, not used to hearing such harsh words from Emma. Liam looks like he feels the same way.

If Emma notices their discomfort, she doesn’t comment on it. Instead, she muses, “I meant to ask this in the hospital when I first noticed, but what happened to your hand Liam? Injured fighting off the assassins?”

She grabs his hand, gently running her fingers over the bandage before going up his arm, and then back down. Drake coughs uncomfortably, noticing the goosebumps rising on Liam’s skin from her touch. Emma rolls her eyes in annoyance, dropping Liam’s hand.

“What is your problem, Drake?” She was goading him and there was a part of him that wanted to scream out, to take the bait, to plead with her, but he chose to remain silent. It’s the injury talking, not her. Not my Emma.

Liam clears his throat. “I’m afraid it was a more recent injury. I slipped in the stairwell of the hospital and accidentally hit some glass.”

Both Drake and Emma raise a skeptical eyebrow. Drake had a hard time believing that Liam just accidentally got his hand cut after the conversation they had in the hospital. He felt like such an ass for the way he had treated Liam, and to top it all off, he didn’t notice his hand was bandaged until Emma said something. He’d been such a bad best friend.

“How mysterious. I thought that was Drake’s thing.” Emma commented. She looked like she wanted to say more, most probably something that would make Drake want to throw up the bagel he ate that morning, but thankfully, before she could, they hit a speed breaker.

However, when they hit the speed breaker, he caught Emma briefly closing her eyes with a tense expression. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around hers and whispering, “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

She snatches her hand from his grasp but gives him a tight nod. Drake counts that as a win.

As soon as they enter the palace, Constantine and Regina attack Liam with a barrage of questions. Liam says to Drake, “I better go fill them in. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Drake walks Emma to her room in silence. When he opens the door to her room, a couple of balloons float out. The room is filled to the brim with balloons, with Maxwell standing in the middle, holding a heart shaped balloon in his hands and having a grin on his face.

“Welcome back!” He sings.

Emma looks shocked and unimpressed. “Am I interrupting a kindergartener’s birthday party?”

Maxwell deflates like one of the balloons. “You don’t like it.”

“What self-respecting adult would?”

Sniffling, he says, “yeah, I see what you mean. I’ll go ask the staff to get rid of them.”

He pops the balloon in his arms and heads for the door. Drake gives him a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder as he passes by. They leave the room, only coming back once the staff has assured Emma that her room is balloon-free.

Emma takes in the unlit candles on her nightstand and looks down almost shyly. “This is the room in which we..”

Drake feels his own cheeks heat up at the memory. Hope alights in him and he laments, “you remember.”

Emma looks back up, her expression annoyed. “Of course I remember. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you guys since yesterday. I remember everything.”

Drake can feel his heart breaking. He just couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the idea that she remembered, chose him, and then all of a sudden didn’t.

“What made you change your mind? Was it something I said? Something I did? Was it something Liam said? I just don’t understand Barnes, I’m really trying to.” Of course he knew what the doctor had said, but Drake had a hard time believing that a bump on the head could cause this.

“You said it yourself probably a million times Drake. Liam can offer me the world, an entire kingdom, and you..well you can’t offer me anything other than some hot sex.”

He was truly at a loss for words, his worst nightmare coming to life before him. He’d said pretty much those exact words to her when they talked on the balcony in New York, that he could offer her nothing, but she promised that she didn’t care. What happened to that promise?

“Emma?” Hana interrupted Drake’s spiraling thoughts, gently knocking on the door. She poked her head in and Drake could tell she could sense the tension in the room. It wasn’t too difficult. After all, Drake’s body was rigid, Emma’s face was unreadable, a stone cold look in her eyes as they raked over Hana.

“I’m so glad you’re okay! We were worried about you when we didn’t hear anything yesterday morning, and then the accident.”

“Yes, so I’ve been told. Everyone seems to have been worried sick.” Her tone and mannerisms seemed to mock Hana’s politeness. Drake caught a flash of sadness crossing Hana’s features before they smoothed out, ever the proper lady.

“Personally I think it’s just another reason why I should be queen. Everyone loves me, all of my friends here at the palace, the press - you’re all eating out of the palm of my hand.”

It felt like with every word she spoke, Drake hurt more. He couldn’t stop himself from reminding her, “You said you were going to love me forever, Emma.”

For a moment, Emma looked taken aback. There was confusion on her face, but then she just shrugged. “I guess I lied.”

Drake couldn’t take any more. He stormed out of the room.

Author’s note: Traumatic Brain Injury, or TBI, is a very real and traumatic thing, which both @mind-reader1 and I are well aware of. We have tried to be as sensitive as we can be, especially to Phineas Gage, who this story is very roughly inspired by. If you have something to say regarding this, please message either her or me or send us an ask.

#drake walker #drake x mc #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #trr #trr fanfic #choices #choices fanfic #playchoices #pixelberry #pb #my writing #tw: injury #tw: brain injury #tw: traumatic brain injury #tw: tbi

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 4 years

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Viking Empire (AU)

Masterlist

My entry for Star’s Multi Fandom Follower Celebration

Prompt: Single Parent AU

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X OFC

Warnings: Fluff, cursing

Summary: Falling pregnant with the child of famed second heir to the Odinson dynasty or what is more commonly known as the Viking Empire, Loki Laufeyson, it felt fair she keep it hidden. Hiding for five years, the OFC is faced with a meeting with Loki after the company is divided and he wants to meet with her in hopes or rekindling an old flame. How well does he take to the discovery of a child baring his likeness and the woman he hopped to rekindle love with?

A/N: This is a modern AU as well. I hope I did this justice, I’m not used to normal characters and felt out of my element, but I had fun with this. There is a lot to this AU, and I tried to highlight all I felt was need to know so there wasn’t a big dump of info. The idea behind this is Loki along with Thor are heirs to the Odinson fortune even after Loki branches off from the family business and becomes a very successful rock star that later returns after his mother passes and is stuck with taking care of Odin due to Thor's own career. She had been afraid to tell him of the little boy due to all the other fake claims to him being the father of illegitimate children.

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It had been 6 months after their last meeting face to face, and a total of 8 since their last Skype. That made it possibly 9 total, for her to end up here, on her back in agony and cursing at whomever was listening.

An order from the doctor had her taking note the labor wasn’t going as planned, the chaos becoming more frantic around her, no, them.

“We have to do a c-section,” the doctor began as he touched her shoulder and began to sling around all medical jargon possible.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” she snapped drawing back to the conversation this child wasn’t ready to be born. Another sharp contraction cutting her short just like the doctor.

“It won't take long,” the doctor spoke as it all became a frantic need to get her into the OR.

Thankfully she was allowed awake and heard the little boys first cry. Looking over as a smaller than what they anticipated wailing baby was hurried to the incubator. Checking him over, from what she could see from her sprawled out position on the table, he truly appeared healthy.

“Hand him here,” she spoke hurriedly, mother’s instinct telling her, she was what the infant needed. It took a few moments, but the doctor himself told them to lay the crying baby to her skin for him to instantly quiet.

"Hey little guy," she soothed to the small bundle the nurse held next to her, even allowing her to move an arm to wrap the bundle as she was sewn up. "Looks like it's just us, but we will make it just fine," she breathed, kissing the little bundle that squeaked and cooed.

5 years later

She supposed, at times, she should have informed Loki, one of the heirs to the Odinson fortune, -god knew only how they came to be so wealthy-, that he had a son. But, there had been so many false claims to both he and his brother, Thor, being fathers to illegitimate children after the company was divided between them, she figured it was best to keep quiet.

Besides, the two of them were doing great on their own, she had a steady job at the law firm where she had met Loki. The Loki Laufeyson, business mogul and rock star, who had sought out legal help in assuring his father was taken care of after the older monarch began to fall ill.

She even had the small house they lived in paid for a few years before little Liam came along. Having grown accustomed to raising the little boy on her own and preferred it.

Taken to focusing on and raising the now 5-year-old that was settled next to her on the couch, fast asleep. Looking down at the ebony haired boy, she decided it was best to let him rest while she checked over emails from work before starting dinner.

A new email popped up the moment she opened the app on her phone. Her heart hammered hard in her chest when she realized it was from Loki's personal email account.

Nervously, for the first time in years she hesitated to open the email, something twisted her gut. This was the account he used to speak to her of matters that was just them. This wasn't from his assistant, but anxiously she pressed on it to open the document.

Evening love,

I understand that this may not reach you until the following day, but I was hoping to come by and see you that same day. I understand if you can't or frankly wouldn't want to, but I would love for you and I to have dinner together and catch up. It has finally calmed down enough for me to leave the company, and thankfully my brother has returned to take some of the stress.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Loki Laufeyson

Looking to the little boy asleep in her side, she swallowed hard. Loki did need to know, that was no question, but she didn't want to sound like some money-grubbing whore. Maybe have him come by before Liam was dropped off from school to judge how the business mogul took to the child that was an exact copy of him.

Pressing the reply icon, she sat out to transcribe an email before losing her nerve.

Evening Loki,

It is great to hear from you and I'm glad to hear that Thor has returned to help with the company. Yes, dinner sounds great. Could you stop by Barnes and Rogers law firm at 3?

Pressing the send button made her panic instantly. This could go one of two ways, good or bad, there couldn’t be an in-between. Her breath hitched as in seconds the reply to her email popped back up and she instantly opened it.

That is great to hear, and l look forward to dinner tomorrow evening.

See you soon,

Loki Laufeyson

Shit. What had she just done? They were fine just the two of them, but here she was jumping at the first chance to meet Liam’s father like a horny schoolgirl. Closing out of the app, she tried to calm herself, rationalize.

If Loki didn't want to acknowledge Liam at all, then so be it. It would speak to his character as a man not hers as a mother. She had endured numerous questioning of who the father was, the talk of her being a whore behind her back by family and had gotten support from friends who loved her.

She could do this, even if she felt like panicking.

Sitting at her desk, it was one p.m.. A pling coming across the computer alerted her to an email had her waking the screen up to find it was Loki. Opening it without hesitation, it was now or never.

Love,

I'm running behind, it may slighly closer to three thirty, is this a problem? If so I will gladly reschedule so we can still see each other tonight.

Loki Laufeyson

Ok, she was shocked at how it sounded as if he was dying to see her. It was still his personal email, so that meant this was him and not a secretary. Clicking the reply she composed her own email.

Loki,

3:30 is fine, my cell number is 123-456-7891. Don't hesitate to text or call if you need to.

Tapping send, it dawned on her that Liam would be here at that point. Heat flooded her cheeks as she looked out to the reception desk and her friend poked his head in.

"You aright? You look sick," Bucky chuckled, he was the owners son, having taken over the law firm after his father’s death. They handled big accounts such as Stark and T’Challa, but that didn't stop them from being down to earth and caring for one another.

"I'm fine," she faked, they had worked together enough to know she was lying, and he was the first to put together she was pregnant. Not to mention she was 100 percent sure Bucky knew that Loki was Liam’s father.

"Nope, you're not," he spoke stepping into the room to shut her door to speak privately. "Come on doll, tell me what’s going on. Youve been jumpy all morning."

"I have not been jumpy," she retorted, sitting back in her seat to cross her arms over her chest to stick her tongue out at him. "It's Liam’s father."

"He contact you?"

"Yeah, he wants to have dinner this evening. I guess we will find out how he feels about Liam," she smiled nervously as Bucky took a seat in front of her desk to lounge back.

"Well, however it goes, you know we got your back," he smiled reassuringly.

She had no way of telling Bucky how that put her at ease. Bucky meant it when he told her that, the entire firm got involved when it came to Liam, they helped with childcare, arrangements if she couldn't break away from court and all that. Not to mention all they did right after birth to make her life easier.

"Good to know Buck," she smiled, she didn't want to think of how far south this could go if Loki went off the deep end and began to make demands of she and Liam.

A little after three, Liam came running into the law firm fresh off the bus, the young black-haired boy getting everyone involved in his usual late evening excitement. Natasha was sure to hurry out and give him a hug and snack she kept for him; the red head loved the little boy like her own. It had been hard on she and Bucky when they found out she couldn’t bare children, but this worked out in Liam's favor. They got the kid whatever he asked for.

Finally running into his moms office, he hurried to show his treat before going to his miniature desk and chair Steve had bought for Liam when he was born. She couldn’t help but smile over at him, watching as he pulled a book out to look it over as the door chimed that someone had entered.

It was still only ten after three and it would be awhile before Loki showed. Getting to her feet she smoothed out the pants suit to great the visitor only to pause in the doorway. The common phrase stick in her throat as she met the man's emerald gaze.

“Good evening,” she finally choked out to Loki with a smile as he made several large strides to stand before her.

He looked great, hot, in the black on black suit and tie, his hair longer but styled nicely. This was in no way the man she knew used to dress in leather, this wasn't the rocker she dealt with. He had changed, but it wasn’t a bad look.

Noting him look to her side, he had opened his mouth to speak only to pause as his gaze fell on the black haired, green eyed boy that stared back at him.

“Um. Good evening," Loki finally croaked, coming out of his stupor as she looked down to Liam then back to Loki.

"This is Liam," she finally croaked herself. "Please don't make a scene," she pleaded quietly so only Loki heard, she seen the anger in his eyes flash, but it had calmed as he looked over the tall 5-year-old who turned to step back to his little desk and finish his snack.

"I'm not. I came here to ask-. To see if you would agree to-. Dinner, how do the two of you feel about dinner at the Lotus? I arranged for a private room, there is enough seating," he garbled together quickly but elegantly. If Liam was truly his child, which there was no doubt he was, then Loki in no way wanted to be an absent father one like his own step-father Odin.

Giving a careful nod and smile, she agreed with Loki. "Dinner sounds great, let me shut everything down and we will leave."

"Excellent, I have a car waiting a block away, so we want be bothered," he admitted, knowing how she felt about all the attention, and now he himself didn't want it all over the news of his son and the mother of his child.

The evening was quiet, it surprised her Loki spoke to Liam, asking him questions about school and what he liked. It thrilled the boy someone was interested in his comic books, chattering away through the meal for him to only quiet when dessert arrived in the form of chocolate cake.

A careful caress over her knuckles had her turning attention from Liam, who was all but wearing the cake, to Loki who was continuing his ministrations on her hand. Meeting his gaze, she seen care, it appeared he was enthralled with her raising the boy on her own.

"Why didn't you ever tell me love," he asked quietly, caressing her knuckles still as he held her gaze, though it flicked to Liam then back to Loki.

"It wasn't the time; you had just inherited the company along with Thor. It was a lot for all of us to take in honestly. I composed several emails and deleted them. I didn't want you to think I was helpless that I was trying to take anything form you, especially as you were getting your life back in order. I-."

"It's fine love. It's fine," he cut her off kindly, a stark difference from the man she first met. It appeared he was doing well. "We will talk more tonight, if you would like."

"I would. You are welcome in our home anytime," she smiled as Liam finished the cake and began to chatter away once more to Loki who gave a kind smile and pulled away from her.

“When was he born,” Loki asked the moment she returned from putting Liam to bed after his bath.

“July 8th,” she spoke, giving a smile as she picked up his Ironman backpack to riffle through it before placing it on the hook next to the front door with the coats. Turning to note the look of understanding on the man's face as he lounged on her couch.

"He does well in school?"

"He does. Top of his class actually, loves to read like his father," she smiled as she stepped close to the couch to take a seat, meeting Loki's gaze as he sat forward, giving her all of his attention.

“Look,” she huffed, knowing it was best to get it out in the open. “I don’t need any help; we’ve done just fine on our own. You have no obligation to Liam or me for that fact.”

A sour looked crossed the man's features as if what she said was foreign to him. Shaking his head he ventured to scoot closer, he had come here to actually attempt to rekindle with her, but now it appeared he had an added bonus.

“Did I say anything that would make you think I would just toss the two of you to the side?” Loki seemed to snap; it wasn't aimed at her. Damn she was bold, no wonder he was and still is taken with her. “I want to-. I don’t want to abandon either of you. You know the hell I suffered, why would I intentionally do that to my own son, and the mother to my son.”

Taken back by his sudden admittance, she paused and looked the man over. That wasn’t what she expected, it was more along the lines of thanks for accompanying me to dinner, but this just isn't going to work; or possibly demand proof he was the father and maybe go to the extreme of taking Liam.

Though she had a feeling he was far from it as he scooted so their knees touched. Not moving as he reached out a hand to take her own in his tenderly.

“Then don’t," she spoke, surprised she wasn't pushing him away, but this felt so much like the Loki she knew, she didn't want him to stop.

"I'm sorry love," he breathed, leaning in close, freehand caressing across her cheek, one he couldn't help but relish in the familiarity of. The many times he had taken her to bed summed up into one gesture.

"It's life Loki, it's the hand we were dealt. But we have a chance to make it right," she smiled, hand trailing down her side to push the elastic of the lounge pants to caress over the scarred flesh of her lower abdomen.

Loki pushed back from her, making her realize she hadn't told Loki how Liam was born. Surprised when he gingerly pushed the elastic to look at the pink scar running hip to hip across the plump flesh. Looking up to meet her gaze, she seen worry in his eyes, he knew this couldn't have been easy for her.

"I'm fine, he was just born early due to gestational diabetes. They kind of took him a little too early but he was born perfect," she smiled feeling his finger trace the scar before he moved to wrap her face and pull her lips to his.

"Thank god," he whispered across her lips, pressing his to hers feverishly.

"Let's make this work, the two of you by my side love," he breathed as the kiss broke and he gathered her into his lap. "We will take it slow. Keep it private."

"That sounds perfect," she hummed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling tight as he returned the hug.

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flowerpowell · 4 years

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Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART SEVEN

A/N: A little bit of insight into the “domestic” life of Riley and Drake. Also, I’m proud of myself that I wrote is so quickly lol. Characters belong to Pixelberry!

Rating: G

Word count: 2228

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“Drake... You okay?” Riley asked him as they were driving back to the house. Bartie was asleep in his seat with Riley next to him and she decided to start a conversation after twenty minutes of driving in silence.

“I really don’t want to talk about it right now,” he said, his eyes focused on the road. Riley sighed.

“I get it but you gotta talk. You can’t just bottle everything up. Talk to me. We didn’t lose.”

“We also didn’t win,” he hissed.

Joint custody.

That was the verdict. Neither him, nor Madeleine and Barthelemy were happy with it. Since Bartie spent the last few weeks with Madeleine and Barthelemy, the judge let Drake have Bartie for at least two weeks. Then, Bartie would spend a week in one house and a week in the other.

“But it’s still better than losing. And we have Bartie now.”

“I will appeal. I will not let these murderers have Barite. Not now that I know what they did to Savannah and Betrand.”

“Maybe they really don’t have anything to do with it? Maybe it really was just a coincidence? Maybe--”

“Listen,” Drake interrupted her as he pulled over. “I understand that you’re trying to be a supportive fake wife now, but you know absolutely nothing about these people. Nothing. And I’d appreciate it if you stopped talking to me now,” he said and started the car again. Riley swallowed hard as she looked down at Bartie. They didn’t speak again the whole way back.

~~~~

“I already sent a few guards and the police to search Karlington. I didn’t tell anyone about it so no one is expecting them there.”

Drake nodded as he listened to Liam telling him about the progress he made on the investigation.

“Everyone is expecting them ever since Drake announced that Liam had a private investigator and that he thinks Madeleine is responsible for what happened to Savannah and Bertrand,” Riley added and met with Drake’s narrowed eyes.

“No one asked for your two cents.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought first about it! Now they know you know, and if they really are involved, they’ll try to hide anything suspicious.”

“And who--”

“Guys!!!” Liam cut in, “stop it. Riley is right. You shouldn’t have told them what we know. But we can still try. They know we have no evidence so maybe they’ll brush it off.”

Drake glared at Riley and she rolled her eyes. Ever since the hearing, he was more annoying than ever.

“Can you show the recording once again?” Drake asked, turning away from Riley. He knew she was right and it annoyed him more than anything.

Liam played the recording once again, the last moments of Savannah and Betrand going to the duchy. They were filmed with the camera that was placed on the gate and Drake saw how his sister and his brother-in-law spoke something to the intercom and went through the gate. The camera from the other side of the gate however, never registered any trace of them, as if they magically disappeared when going through the gate.

Drake took in his sister’s smile, her dress that their mother gave her for Christmas. He wished he could see her again, he wished he had more time with her. He blinked a few times and felt someone wrapping their hands around his shoulders. He didn’t even have to look up. Her lemongrass perfume gave it all away.

~~~~

Parenting and solving a mystery at the same time was not as easy as it would seem. Both Riley and Drake realized that when Bartie wouldn’t stop crying for the second hour.

“Hey, buddy, don’t cry when you’re with me. Bro code, remember?” Drake tried to talk to Bartie but it only make him cry even more.

“I told you he is hungry,” Riley said as she brought a plate with a little bit of mashed boiled carrots. “Open your mouth, honey!” she tried to feed him but Bartie shook his head and pushed Riley’s hand in Drake’s direction, causing her to smash the carrots onto his face.

“Tha--” Drake started but forgot what he was about to say when Bartie started laughing all of the sudden.

“Ohh, you like that, don’t you?” Riley smiled at him as she took a spoonful of carrots and threw it on Drake’s face.

“Bhahaha,” Bartie was laughing as Drake tried to wipe the carrots from his eyes.

“I don’t think that’s what made him--” He tried again but before he could finish, another portion of carrots ended up on his face. “Okay. That’s how you want to play?”

Drake took a plate from her hands and threw a bit of puree on Riley’s face causing Bartie to laugh so much, he almost fell down.

Riley took a bit of carrots from the plate in her hands and smashed it against his face as he was trying to smash some of it on hers. She quickly took the plate back and wiped the rest of the meal in Drake’s face. Now it was Bartie and Riley laughing as Drake tried to think of revenge.

“You see, I’m a gentleman and I will gladly share the food with my beloved wife,” he said and before Riley realized what he was doing, he hugged her tighly, his head snuggling against her neck and shirt, staining everything with carrots.

“Nooo! Stop it, I like this T-shirt!” she yelled through laughter but Drake didn’t care as he pinned her to the floor.

“Weehee!” Bartie was cheering and Riley and Drake both realized what they just did. Drake quickly stood up and and helped Riley up.

“I’m gonna... take a shower,” he said before leaving Riley alone with Bartie. He looked at her curiously and she smiled at him as she got an idea.

“Wanna play a little prank on your uncle?” she asked and Bartie eagerly nodded as if he understood. She took him from the chair and snuck up to the bathroom. She knew Drake never bothered to buy a lock on the door since he lived alone so she quietly opened the door and took all his towels and clothes. She quickly ran to his room and locked it, as it was the only room that actually had the lock (as Riley suspected, so Drake could drink his beloved whiskey in peace), hiding every blanket and piece of clothing she could find.

I’m doing this for Bartie’s entertainment only. I don’t want to see his naked body so I’m suffering just for this kid.

She looked at Bartie’s amused face as if she was trying to convice him it was all for him.

It didn’t take long before he heard Drake’s screaming from the bathroom, “RILEY!!!”

~~~~

Step one, find something to cover myself.

Step two, make Riley pay.

Drake gritted his teeth as he got out of the shower and opened the bathroom door a little. The hall seemed to be clear so he took a few steps and quickly ran to his room. He tried to open the door but it was locked.

“Riley!!! I swear you’re gonna pay for this!”

He looked around but he couldn’t find anything to cover himself. He also couldn’t find his fake wife and his nephew, guessing they were hiding from him.

He went to the living room but all the blankets were gone, even the paper rolls disappeared from the kitchen.

He heard a quiet knock on the door and could swear he also heard some whispers. He rolled his eyes and walked up to open the door, assuming it was Riley with Bartie since they weren’t in the house.

“Yeah, you got me, now give me back my--” he stopped in the middle of the sentence as he realized the person standing in front of him was not Riley but his mother, Bianca.

“Oh... I... I see I interrupted something,” she said while covering her eyes. Drake quickly took a vase from the shelf and covered himself, or at least a part of himself, mentally cursing Riley. He let his mother in and as he did that, Riley appeared with Bartie on her hip. He narrowed her eyes as she tried to suppress the laughter.

“Ah, hello, my dear! You must be my son’s wife, Riley! Nice to meet you,” Bianca extended her hand and Riley shook it.

“Hi! Drake told me so much about you!” It was a lie but Riley tried to be polite.

“What are you doing here, mom?” Drake asked, still holding a vase and sending a death stare to Riley. She walked up to him and put a key to his room into the vase, sending a quick and apologetic look.

“I felt really bad for missing your wedding. I lost one child already and I don’t want to lose another one,” her voice broke slightly.

“I’m sorry, mom. We all miss her and--”

“Perhaps, go and get dressed first and then we’ll talk. I have so many questions! I never thought my little boy would get married! You must be a very special lady to steal my son’s heart!” Bianca smiled at Riley and she looked away. She was embarrassed and felt a bit guilty lying to Drake’s mother. She smiled politely at the older woman and turned her attention to Drake heading to his bedroom. She really didn’t want to look but she couldn’t help it. He looked good. Better than good. He might be an asshole but oh boy, what an ass it was! And as Drake disappeared in his room, she realized Bianca was talking to her this whole time and instead of listening... she was thinking about her son’s butt.

Way to go, Riley.

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After the dinner and a few fake stories about how much Drake and Riley loved each other, it was already time to go to sleep.

“So, Mom, where are you staying? I’ll drive you,” Drake offerend and Bianca looked at him sheepishly.

“I actually thought I’d stay here with you. I missed you so much and I could also look after Bartie. You two just got married, I’ll take care of my grandson so you two can enjoy each other’s company,” she winked at Riley.

“I would love to have you here but we don’t have a spare room,” Drake said and Bianca frowned.

“Of course you do!” she motioned a room where Riley was staying, “This one right here is where I always stayed when I visited you. You and Riley sleep in the same room with Bartie and this one’s free. I’ll take Bartie for the nights so you two can, ahem, spend the night without any distractions.”

Riley’s eyes widened as she realized that if Bianca was to stay in the cabin, she would have to share a room with Drake. She looked at him and he must have realized the same as his eyes were windened as well.

“Mom, I think you should have better conditions that we can offer you. I’ll take you to the hotel or the palace, I’m sure Liam will be fine with it.”

“Nonsense, my dear, I’ll stay with you. I can cook for you, take care of Bartie so that you two can enjoy yourself,” she smiled at them before going to collect her bags. Drake sighed as he went to the guest room and quickly took all Riley’s things and brought them over to his bedroom. He loved his mother but he didn’t want her to know it was a fake marriage. She wouldn’t understand and he didn’t want to cause her more stress.

When Bianca was already in her new room, and Bartie was there with her, Riley stood in the middle of Drake’s bedroom with disgust on her face.

“Drake,” she hissed when he closed the door, “I’m not gonna sleep with you!”

He raised his eyebrow and chuckled, “I’m not gonna insist.”

“Where am I supposed to sleep then?”

“The floor is pretty comfy, I would say,” Drake threw two pillows on the floor and handed her a blanket. “Goodnight!” He said as he climbed on the bed.

“I will be sleeping on the floor? Shouldn’t it be you?”

“Nope. My house, my rules. Besides, you took all my clothes, you deserve to sleep on the floor,” he murmured sleepily.

“In your dreams!” Riley said before throwing all the pillows back on the bed and climbing there as well.

“What are you doing?” Drake asked as he saw Riley laying a blanket between the two of them.

“Dividing the bed. You’re free to sleep on the floor, by the way,” she said before turning away from him and covering herself with the comforter. Drake looked in her direction for a while before turning away from her as well and closing his eyes.

That was slowly getting out of hand and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Hearning Riley’s slow and steady breaths, he smiled to himself as he finally drifted off.

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larryfanficwriter98 · 4 years

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Chapter Seven

Harry was laying in bed early Saturday morning with a weird gut feeling. Louis hasn't been answering his texts, calls, or facetimes and he was getting anxious. It wasn't like Louis to not answer me on weekends and if he did miss the call or facetime he would reply or call back pretty quickly. Looking at his phone he sighed heavily and decided to order grocery delivery since he was up and needed a week of groceries. He spent a good few minutes picking out more than enough before setting the time for 9. Enough time for him to shower, dress, and go over the last bit of things he needed to with Paul for this week.

After showering he got dressed in a YSL palm tree shirt and black skinnies then headed downstairs. He tried to call Louis one more time but it wasn't answered so he gave up for now. Louis would call or text him when he was free so Harry had to let him do whatever it was he was doing that was obviously important. He might have taken a Saturday shift and forgot to tell Harry so Harry would wait a few hours then try again.

"Good morning Harry." Paul said from where he was ar the kitchen island eating an apple

"Hey, Paul. I have a grocery delivery coming around 9." Harry told him as he looked over the breakfast options he had at the house. Cereal didn't go bad, did it? He shrugged and decided it was worth a shot so grabbed it. Just as he was about to open the box his security box buzzed from the closed gate.

"I got it." Paul told him standing to answer the buzz.

"There's a hundred on the side table for a tip." Harry told Paul, he heard the front door open

"Hey, Harry it's for you." Paul said

"Yeah I know it's for me Paul just bring the groceries in." Harry shouted

"I can't do that Harry. Need you to check it out." Harry sighed as he glared at Paul.

It wasn't the first time Paul had decided to be a shit and make Harry being in his own deliveries knowing Harry was busy. He found the kitchen and froze when he saw who was at the door. Louis stood there in his lilac sweater and black skinnies, probably burning up in them in the Orlando weather. He also had a bouquet of red roses wrapped in black paper cradled in his hands. Harry ran to Louis and wrapped his arms around his waist spinning him around once he got off the step to his door.

"Hey, Harry. We're crashing at yours right?" Harry spun them so he didn't have to let go of Louis to see Liam, Zayn, and Niall grabbing bags from the trunk of the taxi.

"What the hell is going on right now." Harry said grinning as he set Louis, who was not 5'10'', down on his feet but kept his hands on his silk waist.

"Happy early Valentine’s Day." Louis said, drawing Harry’s attention away from the lads who entered his house without any hesitation. He looked at Louis, cupped his face then neck then his shoulders and waist before settling on his hips. Louis was grinning up at him, his blue eyes so much clearer and brighter.

"What." Harry said

"We're here for a week." Louis said

"The whole week?"

"We fly back next Sunday evening." Louis told him, "so happy early Valentine’s Day." Louis said, handing him the bouquet of roses. Harry took them gently, he was in shock as he stared at the beautiful flowers. "What? They're just roses Haz. I didn't even go to a floral shop, didn't know where any of them were so we stopped at a grocery shop along the way."

"They could be from a gas station for all I care. They're beautiful. I've never been given flowers before." Harry told him as he looked at Louis, "thank you. I shall keep them alive for as long as I can."

"No one gave you flowers before? Truly? Not even douche bag ex?" Louis asked shocked making Harry laugh shaking his head

"No, but he also didn't want to receive flowers, saying it took away his masculinity."

"Does it? Well, it hasn't taken away mine, I've checked. Quite a few times in fact." Harry laughed

"Have you?" Louis shrugged, "why didn't you tell me you were coming. Do you realize I have to drop my name to get us reservations now and so it will be filled with paparazzi waiting for us."

"Actually you are going to cook me dinner.”

“I am?”

"Yes, you are."

"Sounds perfect. What am I cooking?" Before Louis could respond Paul was stepping out of the house as a car pulled up

"Your groceries Harry." Paul said

"Perfect. Umm..here take these and go on inside. I'll be inside in a moment."

"You don't need help?" Louis asked

"Paul and I never make second trips. We'll be in soon. Go on." Louis nodded, taking the roses and walking inside the house nervously.

Louis noticed the four bags by the door and grimaced, his mates were already making a mess in Harry's house it seemed. He looked around not really caring for the less than homey feeling in the home. It was obvious it wasnt lived in much, probably more if a vacation home that isn't ever really used. There were a few things here and there of course, but not a lot of personal things. He headed to the kitchen where he knew Harry would be heading and he wanted to be close to him. It only took a minute before Harry and Paul came in with armfuls of grocery bags.

"Are you hungry? I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

"We had a greasy oily weird tasting breakfast at the airport waiting for a taxi." Louis told him making Harry grimace

"Gross. So pancakes, french toast, crepes, waffles, eggs, omelet, full English, what sounds good."

"Everything you just listed. Whatever you're in the mood for I will eat." Harry stared at him, just looking as if he were in disbelief still.

Louis got off the stool and rounded the island, immediately Harry straightened and reached his hand out to Louis helping him navigate the bags until he was able to pull Louis in and got a tight hug. Louis wrapped his own arms around Harry's neck and buried his face into it breathing in his scent. He didn't have any cologne that was on the sweaters, but he did smell of citrus and his clothes had the familiar scent of his laundry detergent. Harry's large hands held his waist tightly and Louis never wanted to leave his arms. Unfortunately, though Harry did have to pull away eventually, and then Louis watched as he put the groceries away.

"Where are the others?" Harry asked looking at Louis

"I'm afraid to find out." Louis told him, "but I'm almost positive they haven't broken anything yet."

"There's nothing here of importance anyway. Well my guitars, but I'm sure they know how to handle them."

"Niall does. He'll protect them." Louis frowned when he heard a loud splash from somewhere and turned to where the sound came from.

"Indoor pool." Harry told him

"Figures they went and found something to entertain themselves." Louis said with a shake of his head hearing two more splashes.

"I will go babysit them." Paul said leaving the kitchen, Louis rounded the island again and jumped onto the counter by the built-in stove. Harry grinned as he looked at Louis before he focused on mixing eggs.

"So do you want your own guest room or do you want to share mine and cuddle?" Harry asked

"You're asking if I want to sleep alone or get cuddles? Wow.. tough question." Harry grinned nodding

"I know. I didn't want to put too much pressure on you so soon but...its life."

"I think I can sacrifice a lonely bed to share one with you. It's a huge sacrifice, but I think it'll be for a good cause."

"Oh? What cause is that?"

"Saving the planet Harold. You see the more guest beds in use the more sheets that need washed which means the more water you will use. That means higher water bills and more water consumption. The more water we use the less we give to the less fortunate countries. So really by sacrificing my lonely bed I'm helping to give drinking water to countries that don't have it." Louis told him making Harry laugh

"That is very generous of you Louis. You are very thoughtful. The people of less fortunate countries are thankful for your sacrifice." Harry said amused

"They should be. I like sleeping alone when I have a boyfriend who is offering cuddles." Harry shook his head grabbing one of the loaves of bread from the counter and opening it. He set his family size electric griddle on the counter after gently moving Louis a few inches to the side. Plugging it in and turning it on he then waited for it to heat up as he stirred in the cinnamon.

"So this is why you haven't been answering any of my texts, calls, or facetimes." Harry said

"Oh yeah, my phone must still be in my bag. We slept on the flight and I guess I forgot to check it. It's been a busy morning."

"It's fine. I prefer this anyway. Though I still wish you would have told me. I'd have picked you up at the airport and had made plans around the shows."

"It's called a surprise Harry. Besides it's not like there isn't anything to do around Orlando and your shows are at Universal Studios so it's not like we'll be bored." Louis told him, "you have one tonight don't you?"

"Yeah. My first one in Orlando. We or I will leave here around 12 and go through rehearsals then it's about 2 hours long. You guys can roam the park or be in the pit."

"I'm not going to roam the park while you're on stage." Louis said with a playful eye roll, "Besides I, unlike those losers, came to see you not to use you to get into the park." Harry chuckled

"I'll gladly be used by them so I can have you." Harry said as he laid a large hand on Louis' thigh squeezing it gently. Louis held his hand and played with his rings as Harry made French toast.

~~~~

Louis was happy to let the boys go off without him as he hung around the stage area with Harry. Harry had tried to talk him into going with the others, but Louis was stubborn and won the argument pretty quickly. There were a few fans that were around the area trying to get pictures and videos of Harry. He was carefully trying not to be spotted by the fans, but it wasn't easy and he was positive he had gotten in a few pictures on accident.

"We need to pick my outfit then I'm free for a few hours and I was thinking we would sneak off for food."

"By food, you mean ice cream right?"

"Of course. Whatever you want." Harry said wrapping an arm around Louis’s shoulders pulling him into his chest to kiss his temple. Louis had changed out of the lilac sweater and was now dressed in a plain white t-shirt. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and walked beside him as Harry led the way to a trailer letting Louis climb in first.

"So this is what they look like inside. A lot less cozy than I imagined." Louis said looking around the tight space as he sat on a chair

"It's not exactly supposed to be luxurious Lou. It's a safe place to change clothes really. And shower if needed." Harry told him as he looked through the racks. Louis watched him for twenty-five minutes before he rolled his eyes and stood up walking to the rack. He pulled out a blue and pink floral shirt with black skinnies with holes in them and handed it to Harry.

"The light color will stand out with your tan complexion and dark hair and the black skinnies will help the contrast. Go with the...black boots. I have little sisters, I refuse to wait more than 15 minutes and they know this. You took 25 minutes to go through twenty clothing options. You are worse than them Harold." Harry blushed as he picked up the black Chelsea boots before setting the clothes on a hook and putting the boots on the ground below it.

"Ice cream?" Harry said changing the subject

"Good. Come on." Harry followed him out of the trailer then grabbed his hand and linked their fingers together. Harry led them out of the closed-off area away from where the fans were waiting at the main exit. They were able to make it to the ice cream line before fans started noticing Harry though surprisingly none of them came up to them and only tried to sneakily take pictures. Harry didn't notice them as he was telling Harry about the tour and the places Louis asked about.

"I'm taking you to Russia one of these days. I wasn't able to go to some of the more touristy places and I really wanted to."

"I will not say no to a trip to Russia." Louis said

"Yeah? How about this summer? How much vacation time do you have?"

"Sumner? So soon?"

"Yes. Summer or Winter. Which would you prefer? I will make sure we are not away for the holidays if you don't want to be."

"I don't know... Christmas in Russia sounds nice."

"Yeah? Really?" Harry sounded excited and Louis couldn't help but grin as he nodded looking at Harry.

"Me mom and sisters might be upset as it'll be the second year in a row of not being together. But I'll just be sure to spend time with them."

"How about we leave a few days before Christmas, have an early Christmas with our families then leave and have our Christmas together in Russia and maybe spend New Years there."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll need to know a few months ahead of the exact dates though to schedule off just in case."

"Of course. We'll plan it when I'm back in Manchester." Harry kissed his temple then stepped up to the ice cream truck. "What do you want?"

"Oh...um...what are you getting?" Louis asked as he looked at the menu he had neglected to look at

"One waffle cone of vanilla." Harry said to the worker, "Anything more flavored than that will upset my stomach in the heat." He told Louis

"I think I will get the chocolate peanut butter."

"Lucky." Harry said with a pout causing Louis to laugh as he grabbed the ice cream cones when Harry let go of his hand to pay.

Harry had made Louis leave his wallet with Paul as soon as they arrived at the park despite Louis' complaints. When Harry put his wallet back in his pocket he handed him his cone then grabbed his free hand and followed him to a railing blocking off a ride area that was under a tree. He sat on the railing as Harry stood beside him leaning against it. Louise did his best to ignore the eavesdropping fans and the phones aimed at them as he told Harry about the last few months that didn't make it into their daily conversations.

"So Zayn came into my shower, turned off my hot water, and turned up my food water. I was shivering for hours and the little bastard-" Louis was interrupted by Harry suddenly standing between his legs and cupping his face with his large free hand as his lips pressed against Louis' mouth.

Louis tensed only momentarily before he leaned into Harry letting his free hand travel up to Harry's face pulling him closer as he returned the kiss. His arm that was holding the ice cream wrapped around Harry's neck but didn't go around completely and instead stuck out so he didn't get ice cream on Harry as his hand moved just far enough back to run into his curls at the back of his head. Harry's hand moved down his side to his hips where he trailed his hand around his hips to hold the other side tightly pulling Louis off of the railing to only press him against it as soon as his toes touched the ground. Harry had to slightly bend to accommodate their height difference as Louis rested on his toes as their lips slid against each other naturally. As if it wasn't their first time kissing. There wasn't any awkward fumbling or trying to line up, their lips were perfectly lined and in sync.

"Sorry. I couldn't wait any longer." Harry said pulling away just enough to talk, instead of replying Louis pulled Harry back into another kiss because damn it felt too good kissing Harry. Too natural. Unfortunately, they were in public and in a family park at that so Louis had to end it quicker than he wanted.

"As I was saying before I was interrupted. The little bastard name Zayn thought it was the most hilarious thing and to this day tells everyone he can about it. Including my first boyfriend who did not find it funny for all the wrong reasons." Harry chuckled

"Well unfortunately I find it hilarious too."

"Of course you do." Louis said with an eye roll as he stepped back to put a little space between them for body heat purposes. Harry apparently ran hotter than Louis did and his body heat was going to kill him in the Florida heat.

"Come on. We should get back to the stage."

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everlastingcaptainswan · 4 years

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...And They Were Roommates

This is for @profdanglaisstuff from your secret santa, sorry this is so late, but work truly kicked my ass. Anyway Merry Christmas, hope you had a great one! @cssecretsanta2k19

It was true, Liam was right. Killian did have a “thing” for Emma Swan. His best friend and roommate. There was the problem. They had been friends for so long now and they lived together he was afraid to say anything out of fear that it might ruin their relationship. He couldn’t bear to lose Emma as a friend. Tonight, Liam told him he had to do something about his “thing” for Emma Swan before Christmas Day, Liam said that would be his gift this year (despite the fact that Killian already got Liam a nice antique flask he was sure to love). Liam said he was tired of watching his brother yearn over a girl and not do a damn thing about it. When Killian expressed his concerns about rejection, which was a very real possibility with Emma, Liam merely said that she would be missing out. Not very helpful at all in Killian’s opinion. If that was supposed to calm any fears he had it did not help.

Killian was closing up the bar the brothers owned called Good Form the night before Christmas Eve, in less than twenty four hours how was he supposed to bring this up with Emma. It wasn’t helpful that Emma wasn’t even in town because she was working a case in Boston. He couldn’t text her things like hey I’ve been in love with you for years now, do you love me? Killian simply shook his head, either way he would get in trouble. At least the apartment was empty and he could enjoy wallowing in his misery without Emma asking him what was wrong.

At least that’s what he thought would happen. He slammed the apartment door shut and threw the deadbolt in place. Much to his surprise Emma was sitting in the dark living room with a bottle of whisky in her lap, her face tear stained, mascara down her cheeks. Concern immediately filled Killian. His Swan isn’t a crier, not at sappy movies or heartfelt commercials (he is and she likes to give him shit for it). She also isn’t supposed to be here. She was supposed to be working a case over Christmas. Her private investigator firm was very busy and sent her all over the eastern seaboard.

“Swan,” he said breathless, “you’re home.” Killian flicked on the lights.

“Is that a problem?” She muttered, “you got a hot date or something?”

“Oh yeah you know me, they’re lined up around the block. No, I was just surprised you said you wouldn’t be back until the 26th.” Killian moved into the living room, sitting on the couch next to her, and putting his feet up on the coffee table.

“Well I’m home now.” Emma took a big swig straight from the bottle of whisky.

“Are we going to talk about this or what?” Killian asked her with an eyebrow raised.

“Talk about what?” There was a harsh edge in her voice that Emma used when she lashed out at others.

“Are you really going to pretend you aren’t sitting here hugging the whisky bottle, crying?” Emma shrugged before taking another swig from the bottle of whisky.

“Maybe.”

“Emma, what happened?” He grabbed the bottle and pulled it from her hands. Killian set it on the other side of the coffee table, just out of her reach. She sighed.

“He just left them.” Emma sniffled, dragging her hand across her nose.

“Who?”

“A brother and sister hired me. They were looking for their father, their mother had died last year and refused to talk about their father. They only had a name from their birth certificates. I found him it was almost laughably easy. I went ahead to scope out the guy before telling my clients. I approached him at home, he opened the door, heard my story, said he wasn’t meant to be a father, and slammed the door. He had a good life, had a job, a car, but he still didn’t care about the family he had. He walked out and never looked back. What if my parents...” Her voice broke at the end and Killian just pulled her into his arms. She sobbed into his shirt, tears soaking through to his chest. His hand rubbed her back.

“Love, I don’t have any idea who your parents are, but no one could ever look at you and want to leave you,” he whispered softly. Emma just held onto him tighter. They sat for a few minutes in silence, holding each other. Emma pulled away looking into his deep blue eyes, her hand lightly touching his cheek. He gulped, but couldn’t possibly take his eyes off of her. His heart felt like it stopped. Her lips gently grazed his, not being able to take it he plunged forward, capturing her lips. A soft gasp escaped from her.

She held onto him desperately. Emma couldn’t believe this was happening. Damn she had been in love with Killian for far too long, but she met him just after Milah died. While he put on a snarky front he was broken on the inside. She really never thought he would ever get over her and well Emma knew she couldn’t compete with a ghost.

Killian pulled away hard and fast, his heart racing, and panic in his eyes. Emma’s heart stopped, had he realized she was far too damaged.

“We can’t.” Emma moved out of his arms, she knew it was too good to be true.

“No, of course not. I- it never should have happened.” She shook her head, not wanting to look into his eyes. Not wanting him to see how hurt she was.

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant,” he slipped his hand through hers, “Emma, you’re drunk and crying on the couch. We can’t because I don’t want to take advantage of you. Old wounds from childhood have been brought to the surface, they tend to linger. Emma, you’re mad if you don’t think I would gladly kiss you for the rest of our days.”

“What?” she blinked rapidly.

“Emma, I love you.”

“You do? But- wait then,” her eyes widened, “I love you too.” It was Killian’s turn to be flustered. He blushed and Emma swore she fell for him all over again.

“What, no you couldn’t possibly. You’ve never..”

“Well neither did you.”

“We’re fools aren’t we?” he chuckles.

“Maybe,” Emma stands shakily on her wobbly legs and holds a hand out to Killian, “You going to come to bed?”

“Did you not hear the part about taking advantage of you?!?”

“I heard it and I meant to sleep, not fuck. We’ve spent too long wanting to be together, but being fools about it. I won’t do that anymore. I’m tired and want to fall asleep with you, so are you coming or not?” Killian slides his hand into hers.

“Lead the way, Swan. Although I must say quite scandalous you’re taking me to bed before our first date.”

“You still have to ask me.” He turned her around to face him and pressed her against her room door. His crystal blue eyes staring into hers.

“Emma Swan, will you go out with me tomorrow night?” He asked her unwavering.

“Yes.” She smirked and opened her door. Emma shed her pants and crawled under her covers.

“Christ, Swan you know how to kill a man.” Killian let his black jeans drop to the floor before crawling in after her.

“Oh I know,” she winked, “You know tomorrow is Christmas Eve, right?” Emma pointed out when she curled into his chest.

“Of course, why?”

“Because not a lot is open on Christmas Eve, what are we going to do on our date?” Killian kisses her forehead.

“I’ll figure that out, if one of us knows how to plan a date I think that it would be me.”

“Oh whatever,” Emma rolled her eyes and he just planted another kiss in her hair. It wasn’t long after that Emma fell asleep to the steady beat of Killian's heart.

Needless to say Liam was surprised when Emma and Killian showed up hand in hand on Christmas Day, but he smiled and said he was glad they were both happy. Killian smiled and said he was. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy because the truth was no one made feel like Emma did.

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