#like. alejandro’s probably the only man ever to pull off a stubble

[aeon-borealis]

Give us fanfic withsome aleheather viewing themselves separately in the future. In Area 51 the pair fight over an object that sucks them in.. heather and Alejandro see two different points of their future life together. Alejandro sees their honeymoon and heather sees Alejandro with their child.

Note:

This doesn’t exactly fit the prompt. I wanted to try writing a one-off from just Heather’s perspective. I might take a crack at another one-off from Alejandro’s perspective in another day or so.

Every time Chris announced the next challenge, soaking in howspectacularly stupid or dangerous it was made Heather question herlife choices for at least a nanosecond. Again, why did she sign up for thisdamn show?

Butthen she thought of her list of motivators. Honestly, pure raw greedwasn’t quite enough for how insane Chris could get. So these othermotivators were what fueled Heather’s iron-clad determination andpersistence. These thoughts helped her overcome and push through thepangs of guilt, chipping her nails,losing her hair, and getting embarrassed on national TV. Everythingshe’d endured on this stupid show was bearable compared to what shecould potentially gain with that massive pile of Scrooge McDuck fuck-off money.

Thistime she thought about her boisterous younger siblings. Theyterrorized her room with reckless abandon, ripping her designerclothes, knocking over her glitter pen collection and losing rarelimited-edition pens, destroying her make-up, etc. The list went onand on. Heather had to hide every precious thing she owned behind thehighest security locks she could find in order to keep her valuablesout of her siblings’ grubby little hands.

Thelittle gremlins came to mind as she watched her competitors andteammates scatter across the warehouse. After the minefield and theelectric fence, everyone was on high alert and feverishly searchingfor alien artifacts like ants desperately chasing down that elusivepiece of candy little Timmy just dropped behind the stove. Heathertried to resist the urge to chase after and claw everyone else out ofher way. That would be the worst possible thing to do right now,especially considering she finally had a hot minute of not being thesource of everyone’s ire.

No.She was going to approach this with the same calm and measuredmindset that bastard Alejandro would. Maybe she could keep tabs onone of the savvier scavengers…Duncan, maybe? He was probably busymaking goo-goo eyes at Gwen and avoiding Courtney like the plague.The fact that he was sandwiched between those two was exactly why itwas better to observe him from the sidelines. He was very aware thathe was a prime candidate for someone looking to leverage his dramafor an alliance. There had to be someone she could twist and kneadlike putty in her hands. There had to be something unconventional shecould try. Admittedly, she had to get pretty underhanded and creativethis time if she wanted to stoop to la cucaracha’s level.

Justas the thought crossed her mind, she noticed Alejandro idly diggingthrough a pile of junk nearby. He was bent over in such a way that his tight,finely sculpted-

Heatherblushed furiously and looked away, clearing her throat to redirecther focus. To her chagrin, this caught Alejandro’s attention. Heturned and smirked up at her with so much smugness and smarm shewanted to punch his face in so far it’d leave an unsightly,cartoonish dent.

“Enjoyingthe view?” He stood up and chuckled softly.

“No.You’re in my way.”

“Goon.” He stepped aside and made an exaggerated gesture. “I’mcertainly going to enjoy the view.”

“UGHH!”She stomped towards the same pile he’d been digging through earlierand roughly shoved Alejandro along the way. He chuckled again as helightly bumped into a tower of cardboard boxes.

AsHeather knelt down to take a closer look at the junk, she feltextremely self-conscious. Alejandro’s scrutinizing gaze was like aheavy weight on her back. Sweat beaded at the base of her neck.Seconds dragged on like agonizing years. Of course, Alejandro madethings worse by humming the classic Jeopardy theme. She quicklyrifled through the pile of crap, yanked out a random nondescriptthing, then zipped back up faster than a successful apple-bobber at afrat party.

Thething she’d just snatched up glinted in the low light and Heatherforgot about Ale-jerkface for a hot minute. It was roughly the sizeand shape of a gold pocket watch, but it didn’t have a clasp on theside. Maybe it was a piece of jewelry? There was a circular redgemstone in the center surrounded by two concentric rings of whatappeared to be Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Heatherremembered overhearing a random conversation Harold had with Codywhen he was still in the game. Somehow, they’d stumbled onto thetopic of conspiracy theories and Harold was raving about somearchaeologist’s crackpot thesis about the Egyptian pyramids beinglanding pads for alien spacecraft. According to Harold, the mostominous part was that said archaeologist had disappeared off of theface of the Earth shortly after putting this theory out there. Ofcourse he did. He’d committed career suicide by officiallypublishing something that should have stayed in the niche corners ofthe internet on obscure forums with other incredible claims fromother like-minded whack-jobs…

Heatherrolled her eyes. This was just some useless trinket a member ofmilitary personnel dropped. And it was an incredibly tacky one atthat.

Justas she was about to throw the weird necklace back, she noticedAlejandro’s piqued interest. His pupils were as wide as dinnerplates and his expression was a mix between utterly baffled andmystified. Heather had this weird feeling that he knew exactly whatthis thing was but he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her.

“Letme see that…”

Hewas reaching for it now. Heather quickly closed her fingers aroundthe weird trinket and shifted her arm far from Alejandro’s grasp.“What’s it to you?”

“It’smine. A gift from my mother.” His words were buttery and smooth.Heather’s grip loosened for a moment. He’d turned the full forceof those beautiful green eyes on her and she could feel her heartmelting a little.

“Please…”Alejandro smiled sweetly, slowly extending a cupped hand towards her.For a moment, Heather looked down at his hand, then back at his face.Damn was that gaze hypnotic. Heather wouldn’t be surprised ifAlejandro had sold part of his soul to the Devil for some of theuncanny abilities and talents he possessed.

Shetook a step back from him, blew a raspberry, and smiled fiendishly asshe crammed the weird trinket in her shorts pocket. Then she took offat a quick sprint. She was mildly surprised when Alejandro starteddoggedly chasing after her, a weird determination set on his face.

“Heather!”

Upcomingrows of cardboard boxes were starting to narrow. Grinning, Heathertook advantage of her more slender frame and slipped into a narrowspace between two towers of boxes. She crawled along the space untilshe was so far in Alejandro could only peer in. For a moment, hefrowned and she shot a victorious smirk at him. Then he sighed andwandered off.

Alejandro’sbizarre reaction had only sparked Heather’s curiosity. Chris couldwait a minute for her to turn in the artifact. She pulled the trinketback out of her pocket to take a closer look. The red gemstone glowedin an especially eerie way under the dimmer lighting back here.Gingerly, she touched the smooth gemstone and then slid her fingeronto the closest ring. Her eyes widened when she realized that therings were movable.

Sheadjusted the ring slightly counter-clockwise and…

….Heatherwas temporarily blinded by bright white light.

Thelight started to fade into a spatter of bright green and yellowbokeh. A couple of blurred figures stood in front of Heather. One ofthe figures was small and crazily darting around.

It was like she waslooking into the view screen of a high-end camera as the cameramanprepared for the next shot in the hypothetical movie. Finally, themysterious figures slowly became more crisp, clear, and defined. Thetaller one was a lithe, fairly muscular, and handsome young man. Hehad tanned skin, shoulder length brown hair tied back into a rattail,light stubble, and striking goose egg green eyes. He wore Coke bottlelens glasses, a button-up red shirt with the sleeves rolled up to hiselbows, a black vest, washed out blue jeans, and black boots.Recognition swelled through Heather and her heart took off like afanatical rocket.

Thiswas a slightly older, more matured Alejandro. He was a dreamboat now,but oh God, Heather never thought he get this much hotter. WhenHeather was able to collect herself enough to stop drooling buckets,she turned her attention towards the smaller and more energeticfigure.

Itwas a little girl with light tanned skin, big and shining dark eyes,and long black hair. Those were the same eyes and hair Heather sawevery morning in the mirror. But, that slightly hooked nose andthicker eyebrows were….Alejandro’s. This little girl had the twomost distinctive features on Alejandro’s face aside from hismesmerizing eyes.

Asif Heather didn’t feel like she’d been hit over the head with asledgehammer already, her older counterpart walked into the scene.She was graceful. She wore a long white sundress and matching sunhat,strappy sandals, and had her hair tied up and casually tossed overone shoulder. It was a look Heather couldn’t ever imagine she’dwear in a million years, but Mom Heather was definitely rockingit.

MomHeather scooped up her adorable little brat, laughing and smiling insuch a sweet, saccharine way it made young Heather want to throw upand horribly envious all at once. When older Alejandro walked overand slung an arm around Mom Heather’s shoulders the scene becamesomething out of the filler page in a garden magazine or the mostgeneric stock photo ever. Of course these two were gorgeous modelswith the most photogenic family on the face of the planet. Or maybeHeather was just horribly biased.

Thescene dissipated as quickly as it’d appeared. Heather blinkedseveral times, snapping back to reality with a weird pit in herstomach. Part of her felt incredibly warm and buzzing with happinesswhile another part of her felt confused and slightly horrified. Itwas weird to think of Alejandro that way, let alone imagine what it’dbe like to have a kid and a life together. Admittedly, yes, theirchild would be the hottest person on in the known universe. But still.

Heatherhated her younger siblings and Alejandro with an equal white-hotfiery intensity. So that weird snapshot of the future was utternonsense. She sure as hell didn’t want Alejandro. She was sure she didn’t want to havekids. Both factors would seriously get in the way of the active, glamorous lifestyle she imagined having by her mid-twenties.

Yet the image stayed in her mind, drifting between otherthoughts and musings. Some small scrap of her wanted to cling to thispicture, have it professionally framed in a glitter-glue covered woodframe, and proudly displayed on her living room wall.

Shewas regaining her bearings now. She was still crammed into this smallspace. But her hand was empty. The weird trinket was just gone.Vanished. Almost as if it’d never existed in the first place. Thiswas too weird for Heather. A hard lump settled in the pit of herstomach and she felt like some eerie, unseen force was watching her.

Swallowinghard, she scrambled out of that narrow cardboard box alley and tookoff running like a bat out of hell. Everything was a blur as sherushed for the nearest exit. Instead, she ran right into Alejandroand they tumbled into each other, rolling right into a nearby towerof cardboard boxes. The boxes fell and a few hit Heather as she triedto push herself back up.

Thenshe was looking into Alejandro’s face, her gaze locked with his.She was drowning in those dazzling eyes. Her insides were twistedtogether in a crazy knot. The image of an older Alejandro and theirfuture daughter flashed in her mind’s eye a few times as shebreathed heavily and her heartbeat roared in her ears like crashingocean waves.

Aneternity later, Heather felt like she was actually just looking atAlejandro. He looked as startled and unsettled as she did. A lightblush spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. There wasan unspoken realization between the two of them.

Thatweird trinket had shown him some kind of weird crystal-ball futuresnapshot, too.

Thetwo of them awkwardly pulled away from each other, stood back up, andparted ways without another word. Heather took a few seconds tocollect herself, taking a few deep breaths and waiting for her bodytemperature to lower a few degrees.

Thiswas, by far, the weirdest thing that had ever happened to her on thisshow and it’d be a secret she’d take to the grave. She was definitely going to be lurking on some of those obscure conspiracy theorist forums for awhile, though…

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[hellolittleogre]

48!! Kiss!!

48 - A kiss out of habit

Billy finished off the last dregs of his beer and threw his cigarette into the glass, looking down into the sludgy mess. To the left of him Goody was clearly trying to distract his opponents from his lousy cards with a loud and extravagant tale about a Louisiana alligator who loved band music. Billy had heard it before, it ended with the gator at a fancy dress party where it didn’t even win best costume. 

Playing cards was boring. It involved sitting still and if you did it properly nobody died. Billy liked dominoes better, but Goody, Sam, Vasquez and Faraday looked intent enough on their game to keep it up all evening. Billy toyed with the idea of discretely dropping his hand into Goody’s lap and see where that would get him but as intent as Goody was right now on his game and his story he wasn’t likely to even notice. Or he wouldn’t notice until Billy had got started and the he’d really notice.

But no, as enjoyable as it had been he was still a little sore from the last time he had got Goody all riled up, and they had a long day of riding tomorrow. He shifted a little in his chair just to feel that pleasurable soreness and smirked down into the mess in his beer glass. It had been very pleasurable indeed. He resisted it with a shake of his head, he actually had things to do, he needed to shave and pick up their shirts from the laundry and write a letter to his ma*. Better to go up and get a quiet hour in their room before Goody came to be poured into bed, drunk and sleepy, either giddy with success or pouting from failure and ready to celebrate or be comforted accordingly. He sat for a moment composing a mental list of everything he needed to do before putting the glass down and pushing out his chair.

 “You going up?” Goody asked absently, frowning and rearranging his cards and Billy hummed.

 “Doing some errands first. I’ll be getting our shirts at the laundry.”

Faraday put down a card and Goody swore under his breath, and scowled fiercely at his cards, teeth buried in his bottom lip as he without looking away dug around in his shirt pocket for some crumpled bills and handed them to Billy. “For the shirts,” he said and Billy snorted. 

“Not your servant, Goody” he said but took the money anyway. If he had them at least Goodnight couldn’t gamble it away and Goody looked up from his cards to crane his head back to look at Billy.

“I guess you could buy sweets with it?” he suggested with a smile and Billy rolled his eyes.

 “Try not to lose to badly,” he said and Goody reached out his hand tugging at his sleeve. 

Billy had spent hours, days, weeks on his muscle memory. He had trained himself to throw knives with his eyes closed, to hold the sharp blades between his fingers without getting cut, to reload and pull the bolt of a rifle without thinking, so used to absorb recoil of any sort it no longer registered. But he never realized that Goody was as deeply ingrained into his body as his knives, because when Goody tugged at his sleeve, just as he does when he wants to kiss him goodbye when they are alone, it was entirely out of habit he lightly placed one hand on his shoulder and lent down to kiss him.

Goody smelled familiar, his mouth always the same mix of humid breath, cigarettes and whiskey and his lips fitted perfectly to Billy’s, even misaligned like they were now. “See you in a moment,” he murmured against Goody’s mouth and felt Goody’s answering squeeze of his arm. 

He straightened up and met  three various  expressions of shock, Faraday’s jaw was hanging down to the table, Vasquez had an expression of unholy glee and Sam looked like his horse had just waltzed off without him. He could feel Goodnight freeze under his hand, and hear him let out his breath like its been punched out of him. For a second they were frozen to the spot, like foxes in a trap, before something in the back of Billy’s brain kicked into motion.

“Its, um, how we say goodbye.” he said, his voice sounding extremely odd to his own ears. “In, uh, Joseon.”

(Whatever lived at the back of Billy’s brain its a fucking idiot, that’s what)

Faraday’s eyebrows shoot all the way to his hairline, to match his hanging jaw and Sam looked like he’s on the verge of crying laughter.

“Ce vrai,” Goodnight said in a wobbling voice and Billy felt hot and cold in turns. His hand on Goody’s shoulder tightened, just one wrong move and he was ready to pull Goodnight down behind the next table and shoot the lot of them. It felt like the floor underneath him has swung around to be the ceiling, and his heart was beating so hard in his chest it was painful. His mouth tasted metallic.

“First I’ve ever heard of it,” Sam said mildly, with something that might definitely be laughter bubbling in his voice.

“We weren’t that well acquainted,” he said, mechanically straightening further and walking the half step over to Sam’s side, and before he’s even aware that he was going to do it he’s bent down and bussed Sam’s cheek, somewhere in his horrible, bushy side burn. He could see Goody’s eyes grow round like pennies, but now he had committed to this stupid course of action and there was no choice but to carry on. He dutifully smacked the air beside Faraday’s head, not able to bring himself to actually kiss him. Its only Vasquez left and if Billy can get through this and leave, then Goodnight can spin whatever he needs to make this go away. Doubtlessly it will involve Billy being very, very foreign.

He bent down to quickly peck Alejandro on the cheek but the man turned in his seat quick as a snake and grabbed Billy by the waistcoat, hauling him in and kissed him straight on the mouth, warm and lingering with a liberal hint of tongue stroking against the seam of his closed lips. His stubble scratched nicely against Billy’s chin and he tasted of that cigar he’s always chewing on, smokey and strong. Vas let him go with a loud pop and set him back on his feet.

“And that’s how we say goodbye in Mexico!” he said, his wide affable smile in Billy’s stunned face, and slapped his shoulder, bursting out in wild coyote laughter. Behind Billy he could hear how Faraday start to laugh helplessly and Sam making a braying noise like a dying donkey, which was probably laughter too. They were all pounding on the table and Billy honestly thought Faraday might pull something if he doesn’t calm down soon.

Billy had imagined that he had schooled himself entirely out of blushing at the age of fourteen but now he can feel his face heating up, flaming all the way from his neck to his ears until he’s sure he must be red as blood all over. 

“Ain’t that cordial,” Goodnight said grimly over the laughter and put his cards down on the table with a soft splat, something of a gleam in his eyes, cold and hot at the same time. “On second thought, I think I’d better come with you for those shirts, there’s obviously no knowing what you can get into on your own.”

 He got up and steered Billy out of the room gripping his elbow, a slight hectic flush fanning over his cheeks and even in his deeply stunned state Billy could still feel a smirk running up his face. Looks like he’d managed to get Goodnight riled up after all. Still smirking he leaned slightly into the hand on his arm. He guessed Goody could be the one uncomfortable tomorrow, if it came to that.

* In this AU I imagine that Billy Rock’s ma is a lovely little Korean lady in her sixties, alive and well in California and Billy writes her and sends money every month like a good boy. According to those letters he’s living a very settled life as a mine foreman to a surveying crew, with a lovely girl called “Gertrude” married since five years back, no fire fights here, no ma'am. He sure couldn’t tell the difference from a gun to a hole in the ground. And he only drinks on Fridays. He and Goodnight are frantically trying to invent excuses as to why they haven’t had kids yet. Every letter is a balance on a knife’s edge between reassuring her that everything is fine and never, ever enticing her to visit. The child conundrum has occupied them for years now, Goody says they should just invent a couple, while Billy claims that if his mother thought she had grandkids anywhere she would cross the desert by foot to see them, and if they say that “Gertrude” is infertile, she will also come to make sure they drink tea of fennel and stallion urine and never have a genital temperature above 34.7 F (besides Billy would never slander “Gertrude” like that). His suggestion is that they invent a permanent mine-related accident for his testicles to which Goody counters that if Billy has his testicles crushed by a fictional boulder his mother will absolutely come up from California to make sure he is all right, to which Billy said that that wasn’t entirely correct, sure she’d be up with them fast as a shot and bring all their female relatives but only so they could have a good laugh about it.

Meanwhile Billy’s ma is no fool and she can see that the postage stamp is different for every letter and knows there is no mining company that would let an Asian man be foreman over a surveying crew and that Gertrude doesn’t sound like she knows the first thing about keeping a house, but she figures that at least he’s alive and well and as long as she can tell him she loves him and is proud over him in every letter there’s no harm done. She can tell him on her deathbed. She figures it’ll be funny.

#kiss prompt #goody x billy #slight bonus kiss of vasquez x billy #Sam Chisolm #joshua faraday #vasquez #the last one #thanks everyone who has sent prompts #I've loved this #technically I wasnt given a pairing for this #so they all more or less kiss