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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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7&ME - Chapter 2 - Introduction

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1123

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R P E R S P E C T I V E

The boys had sat me down on their couch in what I assumed was their living room. It was a massive space with 3 large couches in a U form, a big table with 8 chairs, an adjacent kitchen, and even a beautiful grand piano next to the big windows that reached from floor to ceiling.

Although the apartment was beautifully decorated and luxurious, it was extremely messy too. There were empty chips bags, bottles, and cans spread around the room. The floor was scattered with pillows, newspapers, comic books, and books.

Clearly, they needed a housekeeper.

I got a sinking feeling about what my job here would be...

'Welcome y/n, to our humble abode,' the tallest man said, waving his arm around to show off the room. 'I hope you didn't have too much of a hard time getting here?' he asked.

'Not at all, not at all,' I said nervously, bowing to them. It made me feel uncomfortable that I was sitting down and they were standing in front of me. I felt like an animal in the zoo. Or even more like a dog in a dog show that was being examined by the judges.

'Would you like something to drink?' the tall man asked me politely.

'No thank you, I'm well. Thank you,' I said politely while fiddling with the end of my sleeve.

It was silent for a few seconds, during which all of them just stared at me and I tried desperately to think of something to say.

'Well then,' the tall men finally broke the silence. 'You must've been quite confused, not knowing who you'd work for or what your job would actually be. Sorry about that,' he said, rubbing his neck and grimacing.

'No, that's okay, I understand,' I said hastily.

'You see, we have to keep everything on the down-low. It's really hard to find the right staff members, especially if they know they're going to be working for us,' he explained.

'I understand,' I said nodding.

It was silent again for a few seconds.

'You're... You're BTS right?' I blurted out.

The members chuckled and nodded, some huffed and looked at each other in surprise.

'We certainly are,' the tall man laughed.

'Right... Right...' I nodded. 'I'm not that familiar with the K-pop world, to be honest. But I had some former co-workers who used to be a fan of yours,' I said awkwardly.

'Used to?' The smallest man said, raising his eyebrows. 'They're not anymore?' He folded his arms disapprovingly.

'What? Oh no, she probably still is. It's just I don't keep in touch with her anymore, so I don't know. But she probably still is,' I added quickly.

'So, if you're not that familiar with K-pop, you probably don't know our names, right?' the tall man asked.

'I do know one!' I said excitedly.

'I know Taehyung!' I pointed out the man who was standing with his arms across his chest, his expression quite blank. 'I mean V, I mean Mr, Kim,' I quickly corrected myself, feeling my cheeks heat up slightly.

A funny square-looking smile appeared on Taehyung's face and he pointed at himself in disbelief.

'I've seen him in Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth...' I mumbled, feeling my face getting even hotter.

Taehyung high-fived the man next to him, laughing.

'Well, since you don't know our names, we should properly introduce ourselves. My name is Kim Namjoon. Also known as RM, and the leader of the group,' the tallest man introduced himself.

'Nice to meet you,' I bowed.

'My name is Kim Seokjin, or Jin, or worldwide handsome,' he said blowing a kiss and winking enthusiastically.

I tried my best to keep a straight face while I greeted him.

One of the other members stepped forwards and smiled at me broadly.

'I'm your hope, you're my hope, I'm J-Hope, but my real name is Jung Hoseok,' he said. His face was so bright and happy, it almost seemed to radiate light.

I greeted him happily, feeling a little more comfortable already.

'Hello, my name is Kim Taehyung or V, and I'm a good boy, but you already knew that,' he said grinning wide and waving at me with both hands.

I grinned back at him and bowed.

'Hi, I'm Park Jimin,' the smallest of the group said, waving happily at me as well.

'My name is Jeon Jeongguk or Jungkook,' The man with the eye-brow piercing said, smiling broadly at me.

'Hello, I'm Min Yoongi or Suga,' the man with the kind round face waved calmly at me.

'So very nice to meet you all,' I said politely, bowing again.

'Now that you know our names, you're probably dying to know what job here is,' Namjoon said informally. I was a little surprised by his change of speaking, but I didn't mind it too much and I wouldn't dream of saying anything of it.

'I would like to know, yes please,' I said, still speaking formally.

'You can relax and speak informally to us,' Namjoom said smiling.

I smiled back and nodded, feeling slightly awkward as I didn't know them that well.

'Well, as you can see, the house is a mess.' Namjoon sighed. 'We need some help with the cleaning and such. We're all very busy, so we don't always have the time ourselves. In the past, we tried to reprimand each other when we were being messy, but that only created tension and problems in the group,' Namjoon explained. The rest of the group nodded grimly in agreement. 'We need someone to reprimand us without it creating conflict in the group,' Namjoon said.

'I understand,' I nodded.

'Besides that, we need someone to help us keep to our schedule. Wake us up when our alarm doesn't go off,' Namjoon said looking at Yoongi.

'Or when we spend too much time picking our outfits or in the bathroom,' he said, eyeing Hoseok and Jimin.

'There's more but that will probably reveal itself while you're working. Basically, we need you to be our nanny, housekeeper, manager, therapist, and personal assistant all in one,' Namjoon laughed.

'Not that we're asking a lot of you,' Yoongi said sarcastically.

I laughed nervously. I very much doubted whether I could fulfill all these roles at once, let alone one of them...

'Of course, because we expect so much of you, and need you to be around 24/7, you'll be staying with us in the house,' Namjoon explained.

I swallowed hard. With them... in the house?

I had brought my bag with my stuff because I had been told boarding was included in the job, but I never expected to live at the place I would work. Let alone with seven men...

Seven very handsome men...

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fanfics4all · 3 years

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Not One Of You Anymore: Part 28

Request: Yes / No

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John Murphy x Fem! Griffin!Reader

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Getting robbed I suppose?

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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John and I packed some things and left to meet Jaha at the Dropship. John was determined to get us to the city of light. He wanted us to have a life without judgement. I was mostly curious to see if it’s real or just a rumor like everyone says it is. I thought about Lexa a lot during our trek. I understood why she left me in the mountain, but if she found out that I was weak and fell in love she would kill me.

“Sir, do you recognize anything?” One of the guys asked.

“The tent was near here. I’m sure of it.” Jaha answered and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah right, it’s all just sand.” I mumbled and John sighed.

“What’s the matter? You guys got some place better to be?” John asked as he pulled me along.

“You have a point.” I sighed and he smirked. He stopped by Jaha and looked around.

“You see anyone?” He asked. Jaha walked towards the wagon.

“Bak op o ai na frag yu!” (Stay back or I’ll kill you!) A woman said and jumped up with a knife.

“We mean you no harm.” Jaha said and John held me behind him.

“Do you speak English?” Jaha asked.

“What do you want?” The girl asked.

“Nothing. It looks like you could use a hand. What are you doing out here along?” He asked and I looked around, something didn’t seem right.

“My brother and I were on our way to the City of Light… when Wastelanders attacked.” She said, removing her face mask.

“They took our horse. All our water, everything. They killed him. This cart is all I have left.” She answered.

“Give her some water.” Jaha said and John started taking his bag off.

“No, no, no. We barely have enough for ourselves here.” One of the men said.

“Touch me again and I’ll end you.” John threatened, but I held him back.

“I don’t trust her.” I whispered.

“You don’t trust anyone babe.” He said and pulled me along. John pulled his water bottle out and handed it to her.

“It’s okay.” He said and I kept my eyes narrowed at her. She took it and desperately drank it.

“We’re on our way to the City of Light as well. What’s your name?” Jaha asked and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Emori.” She answered and I looked back at her.

“Everyone in the Dead Zone is looking for the City of Light. Almost no one finds it. I can get you there.” She said and that’s when I noticed her covered hand. She’s one of the freaks…

“If you pull my cart.” She added.

“Done.” Jaha said and I gripped John’s arm.

“We can’t trust her.” I whispered.

“Caspian, you’re on the first shift!” Jaha shouted.

“Then just trust me.” He whispered.

“Thanks for the water.” She said, handing the water back to him.

“It’s uh- It was no problem.” John said and I narrowed my eyes at her. All of us were walking through the Dead Zone, pulling Emori’s cart.

“So I gotta ask, what made you ditch your home and risk your life to cross the beach from hell?” John asked her. I was walking ahead of them because I didn’t want to be near her.

“It doesn’t matter.” She answered.

“Come on, take my mind off all the fun we’re having.” John said in his usual sarcastic tone, making me smirk slightly.

“It wasn’t my decision to leave.” She answered and I perked up slightly.

“Kicked out? Okay, now I’m interested. What did you do?” He asked.

“If I told you, you would not look at me the same.” She said.

“Maybe. Then again, I might surprise you.” He said and I glared slightly.

“What about you? How did you end up in the Dead Zone?” She asked him.

“I could tell you the gory details, but since you’re one of the few people on this planet who doesn’t hate me at the moment, I don’t think I wanna blow it.” He answered and I felt my heart break slightly.

“Now I’m interested.” She said with an obvious flirty tone.

“Okay, you really wanna know? I killed two people. Tried to kill two more. I had my reasons, but nobody cared. I’m the bad guy.” He said and I frowned.

“Told you I’d blow it.” He said after a moment. I looked back and saw she was showing him her hand. It was mutated.

“My people saw me as a stain in the bloodline, something to erase.

“Then screw them.” John said and I looked at him with a furrowed brow.

“I wouldn’t cover it up. I think it’s pretty badass.” He said and my eyes widened slightly.

“Ai don get in yu were won kom emo.” (I knew you were one of them.) I growled, walking up to them. Emori took out her knife and I took out one of my swords.

“Y/N! Stop!” John said and Emori’s eyes widened.

“Yu laik Heda’s ait meika?” (You’re the commander’s right hand?) she asked, still holding her knife to protect herself.

“Yu beda na stedaunon!” (You should be dead!) I growled and went to go attack her, but John stopped me.

“Calm down Y/N!” He said holding me close to him.

“Let me go John!” I growled.

“No, not until you tell me why the hell you’re attacking her.” He said.

“She’s one of those freaks! Heda said they die.” I said.

“You’re not with Lexa anymore. She left you to die, remember? She left you with Cage.” He said and I shuddered.

“Don’t you dare mention that name!” I said and shoved him away from me. I could feel tears well in my eyes as the memories that didn’t happen that long again resurfaced.

“Come here.” He said and pulled me to him, taking my sword from my hand and put it in its sheath.

“For Heda’s right hand, you’re weak.” Emori said and I glared at her.

“I’ll show you weak!” I shouted, just John pulled me back.

“She’s been through a lot recently.” He said and pulled me away.

“Don’t kill her, for me.” He said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Why? So you can flirt with her more?” I spat.

“What? I wasn’t-”

“Save it.” I cut him off and walked off.

Now it was Jaha, John, Emori, and I pulling her damn cart. It was hot, and hard to pull the cart through the sand. I was still annoyed at John for flirting with her and then lying about it, so we weren’t speaking right now.

“Dei de’s far pleni!” (That’s far enough!) A man on a horse said, holding a large gun.

“Chancellor, look out!” The guards shouted and held their guns at the ready.

“Non gon mov!” (Nobody move!) He shouted.

“Hold your fire!” Jaha said and Emori grabbed John and held a knife to his throat.

“Wait!” John said as she pulled him along. I pulled my sword out and was ready to kill her and the asshole on the horse.

“Everybody, put your weapons and supplies in the cart and nobody gets hurt.” She said.

“Natrona! Heda was ait hashta bilaik kind!” (Traitor! The Commander was right about your kind!) I growled.

“En em looks like Heda was wrong hashta yu.” (And it looks like The Commander was wrong about you) She said with a smirk.

“If we give you our supplies, we’ll all die out here.” Jaha said.

“If you don’t you’ll die right here.” She said.

“Say the word and I’ll kill her before he could even think about pulling the trigger.” I growled.

“No, do as she says, now.” Jaha said. Everyone put their stuff in the cart but me.

“Dula op em don eni techin?” (Do they have any technology?) The man on the horse asked.

“Oso’ll dig au.” (We’ll find out.) She called back.

“How’s your faith holding up, Chancellor?” John asked.

“Shut up.” She said.

“Unwavering.” He answered.

“You don’t want to do this.” He said walking towards her and I rolled my eyes.

“Stop walking.” She said.

“We all came out here searching for a better life, same as you. Maybe we can find it, if we work together.” He said.

“She’s not to be trusted.” I growled.

“Shut up Y/N.” John said and I narrowed my eyes more.

“Thanks. But no.” She said.

“Emori, hos op!” (Emori, hurry up!) The man shouted.

“Now, Y/N put your stuff in the cart and everyone back away and get on your knees!” She shouted.

“Do as she says Y/N.” John said.

“Fine.” I growled and put my things in the cart and backed away with everyone else, also getting on my knees. She turned and put John on his knees as well.

“What a surprise, you’re just like everyone else.” He said. She whispered something in his ear and I glared at her.

“Good luck, John.” She said then knocked him out.

As soon as they left I rushed to John’s side. It was getting dark and we decided not to move until he woke up.

“John.” I whispered, trying to wake him once again.

“Come on John, we need to get going.” I whispered. John coughed and reached for his head.

“There, he’s up. It’s about time.” Caspian said.

“Quiet, Caspian.” Jaha said.

“Are you alright?” Jaha asked and I helped him stand up.

“If he’s not, we’re leaving him here. His little girlfriend too.” Caspian said and I glared at him.

“Say another word and I’ll kill you.” I growled.

“Easy Y/N, I’m okay.” He said.

“It’s time to go home.” Caspian said and Jaha looked at him.

“And where exactly is that?” He asked.

“Sir, I know you’re trying to take us to a better place, but look around. We’ve got no food, we’ve got no water, and no idea how to find it.” Caspian said.

“Due North.” John said and we looked at him confused.

“She said due North.” He added and I rolled my eyes.

“What is due North, John?” Jaha asked.

“She was talking about the City of Light.” He answered and I scoffed.

“Did she say that?” Caspian asked.

“No.” He answered.

“Doesn’t matter what she said, we can’t trust her!” I said.

“Did she say how far due North?” Jaha asked.

“No, she didn’t, but she wouldn’t be sending us there if we couldn’t make it.” He said.

“You honestly want to trust the bitch that just stole all our stuff?” I asked.

“Sir, I really hope you are not considering this.” Caspian said.

“John, we have no weapons and no rations. If we go North and you’re wrong, then all of us will die. If we turn back now, we live.” Jaha said.

“So that’s it? We’ve reached the point of no return? You wanna give up?” John asked.

“I didn’t say that.” Jaha said.

“You didn’t not say it either.” He said.

“That is the North Star.” Jaha said pointing up at the sky.

“After you.” He said and motioned for John to go first. John looked at me.

“You coming?” He asked and I sighed.

“You’re lucky I lo- I mean yeah.” I said and grabbed his arm, heading North. My cheeks were heating up as we walked away from the group.

“The rest of you need to decide for yourselves, but either way, we’ll come back for you when we find it.” Jaha said.

“Sir? This is a mistake! You’re not gonna find it! You’re not gonna make it!” Caspian shouted.

“So… What was that you were about to say?” John asked walking backwards in front of me with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, obviously playing dumb.

“Really? Because I think you were about to say the L word.” He said, his smirk growing.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” I said and he furrowed his brows.

“I believe this is what they call having faith, John.” Jaha said, catching up to us as we climbed the hill.

“Faith? Nah, we just have nothing better to do, right Y/N?” He asked me and I bit my lip.

“I suppose so.” I said and walked ahead of them. I can’t believe I almost told John I loved him! I could never say that to him, otherwise I would be weak and I will not be weak again.

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sweetsubharry · 3 years

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Can you rec some omega harry fics pls?

Yes I can!! ^-^ So because this is a particular favourite of mine I counted 68 fics in this list so as a warning it’s a long list!!

In case no one makes it to the bottom I’ll say it here too! Please stay safe and read the tags!!💕💕

'Cause Your Embrace Keeps Me Warmer by scribblewrite

Mates and soulmates are two completely different things. Mates are two people, an alpha and omega, who bond together while knotted together when the alpha bites a bond point on the omega’s body. It ties the two of them together forever or until one of them breaks the bond. It's normally the step after marriage. One could only hope to meet their soulmate.

You Could Be My Ever After by scribblewrite

His heat was gone, finally gone, and he'd been able to sleep for longer than thirty minute intervals. Not only that, but he was in his alpha's arms. He felt warm, and safe, and protected, and he honest to god didn't want to move. Harry and Louis spend the next couple days together after they've bonded with Louis taking care of Harry and the two of them getting to know each other better. Louis and Harry meet for the first time and, being soulmates, Louis's rut and Harry's heat are triggered.

Fill My Heart With Sweetness by loopdelouis

Harry's a late bloomer, but since his luck is shit, it's no surprise that he'd be the last to get a heat, but the first to get pregnant. In high school.

Let's Embrace The Point Of No Return by sweaterpawstyles

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could've ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry's boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn't look back.

Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

Count The Wolves And We'll Sleep Tonight by scribblewrite

Louis's the Alpha of a powerful pack and Harry's his omega.

When Harry's taken by rogue alphas, Louis will do anything to bring him home safely.

turn the sky black into a sky blue by orphan_account

Harry forgets that noses exist. Louis is a badass motherfucker. They bang.

“I’ve been in love with you since I dropped my books in the hallway and you made fun of me when you picked up my John Green novel off the ground.”

Our Lips Are Made Of Candy by Waking_dreams

“Your knot, please, Louis,” he managed to whine. He needed it, that extra stretch and burn that made him Louis’.

“Fuck,” Louis moaned, and his thrusts became unsteady. “Can’t do it here, baby, Hazza, can’t—“

Or, Harry accidentally missed a few doses of his medicine that controls his heat and starts his heat in the middle of Biology. Oops

I Can't Hear You by kikikryslee

"I’m not supposed to be built this way!" Harry said. "I’m supposed to be shorter than you, and you’re supposed to be stronger than me and-“ “Harry!” Louis tried to interrupt. “And what if I’m not supposed to be an omega? What if my body screwed up somewhere or something? What if I’m not supposed to be your omega?” --- Or, the one where Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.

You Know I'll Be by JustAnotherShadow503

Louis Tomlinson, 27, is the personal photographer for well-known model Harry Styles, 21. Louis, an Alpha, has been in love with Harry for years, though the younger man has seemingly not presented yet.

Or, the one where Louis is in love with Harry, tries to be a martyr at his own expense, and is a hopeless romantic.

Or, the one where the author is shit at coming up with summaries and hopes you'll read the story anyways.

I'd Go Out of My Way To Make Sure That You're Okay by littlepinkbow

This was for this prompt: "Harry's embarrassed about going into heat, but Louis decides it's up to him to teach Harry to be more open about what he wants."

As Small As Possible by Mickey_D

Harry is a rather shy omega who's quite convinced everyone (except his best friends) laughs at him behind his back and sometimes to his face.

Louis is a confident alpha who is taken with his best artist's friend.

Zero Means Nothing When I'm With You by StripedAndBowtied

Louis doesn't know what he's looking for until he finds it.

Harry just knows he may defy his gender norms, with his height and clumsiness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want litters of pups running around while he does domestic things all day long.

In other words, boy meets boy and no one can stop pining.

Boys Fall Like Dominoes by orphan_account

Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that's when he meets Louis.

Looking In The Dark by orphan_account

Another self-indulgent a/b/o fic. This carries on from the same verse of Boys Fall Like Dominoes. As per always, you can find me on tumblr : domestic-harry

Enjoy! -Lis xx

Too Hot (Hot Damn) by louissass

“I’m what?”

“You’re in heat, baby,” He repeats, frowning when he catches the look on Harry’s face. “I thought you realised?”

Or, the one where Harry goes into heat in the middle of a concert but doesn't realise because of the heatwave.

i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby

Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless.

The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality. And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)

Drape Me In Your Warmth by fookinglousers

TMH era fic where Harry is an omega whose heat comes a little earlier than expected and really, who is Louis to deny him his knot?

pick my petals off (make my heart explode) by orphan_account

It’s when he’s frantically looking into the medicine cabinet for something to take that it hits him. He stares at the bottles of pills in horror, realizing what’s going on with him.

He’s completely forgotten about his suppressants. And he’s been spending so much time with Louis, too—of course the alpha’s constant proximity is going to trigger it.

He breaks into a sweat, now recognizing the hot feeling twisting inside him.

He’s going into heat.

(harry unexpectedly goes into heat in the middle of finals, and louis, being the good boyfriend that he is, helps harry through it.)

harry, you little shit by juliusschmidt

Harry’s an omega and he’s learning to like it. A lot.

All These Lights by MediaWhore

“People vote for alphas because they’re strong and they’re not only beautiful but also mesmerizing. They make you want to give them all of your attention, make you want to beg for some of theirs back. They’re shiny, oozing sex appeal and a commanding presence, and people always want more and more. Omegas are enticing too for sure, but it’s not the same. It makes people uncomfortable. It doesn’t make them want to root for you.”

the canon fic where Harry is an omega and dreams come with a price.

Pretend It's Okay by TheIfInLife

Harry and Louis are busy with life. Busy watching Zayn and Niall's twin boys, busy hanging out with friends, busy with life. And they forget Harry's suppressants.

taste on my tongue (just can't get enough of you) by messyjessy08

“Babe?” Louis asks, running a hand through Harry’s hair, soothingly. “What is it?”

Harry shakes his head, teeth digging into his bottom lip, sharply. “My—it’s—”

Louis’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What, Harry?”

He pulls a hand up to his chest, pressing hard against one of his pecs, “My fucking—her crying’s making them—Lou.”

Louis gasps, understanding. He reaches a hand up, pushing Harry’s aside, and thumbs gently across Harry’s nipple, somehow already dark and swollen, without having touched them once. “Harry,” He says in a low voice, chest rumbling at the sharp gasp Harry makes.

“Lou, they’re fucking—’m leaking.”

(Harry and Louis just had a baby and it's been a while since they've had sex.)

you took your toll on me (you got a hold on me) by messyjessy08

“Well give us a twirl. Let’s look at you from every angle.”

Harry cocks an eyebrow, gaze heavy. “Alright.” Pulling back the tail of his shirt, he spins slowly, pausing when his back’s facing Louis.

“Harry.” Louis attempts to gather his wits, speechless. “Baby.”

“Thought you might like that part as well,” Harry says, a smirk in his voice.

Thick strips of lace drape delicately over his skin, just under the bottom of his spine, connecting with thin elastic straps that move across his arse, leaving little sections of bare skin showing. The straps connect to form a diamond pattern, creating an opening right over where his hole would be. The skin surrounding it is already shiny with slick. Louis’ breath gets trapped in his lungs.

(Harry and Louis have the weekend to themselves, they make the most of it.)

This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) by SadaVeniren

Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it. It was pure luck that they were put together.

Lunch Break by purpleeyestelllies

Harry decides to bring his alpha lunch at work and surprise him with a visit from him and their baby daughter. Louis gets more than one surprise.

drunk on rose water by brainwaves

It’s the first time in a few years that Harry has a strong desire to risk everything for something he loves.

The last time, it was being a fashion model. This time, it’s Louis.

with his educated eyes (and his head between my thighs) by orphan_account

"We're...we're not the same," Harry says softly, looking at his hands. "I don't care," Louis replies back, fire and fury in his eyes.

or where Harry is just a little boy in a world full of arseholes, Louis is in way over his head, and destiny is a bunch of shit.

Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by LSFOREVER

"It's gonna be perfect," Harry whispers, taking Louis' face in both of his hands, nosing close but not yet kissing him. "Always is. You always make everything perfect."

"Good. Whenever your heat finally kicks in, I'll make sure to treat you perfectly too... I'm gonna bond you so hard."

or, Harry's heat is coming up and they've planned to finally bond, so Louis decides to plan a very eventful and loving week leading to said bonding.

resolutions and lovers in the kitchen by orphan_account

Their dinner’s probably going cold, but this feels monumental. So instead of sitting them down on the table and talking about it face to face over chicken and pasta, Harry just puts his hands over Louis’ where they’re settled on his lower stomach, not letting the moment slip past them. He takes a deep breath, carefully arranging his thoughts. “She looks really lovely, Louis. Positively glowing. Her bump’s so big, and…” he trails off, breath hitching slightly when Louis lifts his hand higher, settling it right over Harry’s stomach, and that’s—

“And what, baby?” Louis asks, voice now dropped to a whisper, and Harry has to take a moment to collect his thoughts.

“She, um. She knows about you, of course, and she asked me when we’re—when we’re having a baby of our own.”

(harry teaches little kids and louis writes sports articles. they're trying for a baby.)

Make It Work by fanshae

Prompt: Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood.

This is only vaguely similar to the prompt so I'm sorry to OP in advance v.v

Stars Will Align For Us by 2tiedships2

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis...especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

Watch the Sun Coming Up by SadaVeniren

As Louis approaches his thirtieth birthday his pack is desperate for him to find a mate.

Harry has always expected one day he may settle down with a nice alpha and they would continue to live in his small hometown.

Together they somehow will make this work.

Dancing Shadows by SadaVeniren

The house was quiet by the time Louis walked up to it. He’d been away for a week and while it wasn’t the longest he’d ever been away from the pack, it was the longest he’d been away from Harry and the kids.

i'll be hurt from the heat (running from the heat) by itiswhatitisbutterfly

It's engrained into him, nothing else matters, protecting Harry at all costs is what pumps his heart and floods his veins. It’s just, he didn't count on the one thing Harry would need protecting from would be himself.

(Harry and Louis are in love, and they are probably soul mates. They just can’t be bond mates because despite the undeniable pull, it's them against the world.)

A Howl in the Night by emeraldharry

They've been trained to become Alpha protectors of their city, tasked to battle gruesome beasts and put their lives at risk on a daily basis.

Louis is a skilled warrior and dedicates his life for the protection of others, along with his four adopted brothers and comrades; Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry.

Troubles emerge when Harry proves to be a little less like the older Alphas, finding it hard to become who he's supposed to be and failing to reach other people's expectations towards him as a soldier.

Somewhere along the way, Louis and Harry realize that there's more than brotherly love between them, and that the world they live in requires a whole lot of suffering and sacrifices.

The biggest challenge yet arrives when the choice finally comes down between two things: their love for each other, or their responsibilities to the world.

[alpha/beta/omega dynamics with a twist]

Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by angelichl

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

Peppermint and Lavender (and Coffee) by 2tiedships2

“He was there again,” Louis announced by way of greeting. “Lottie was right and she can never know.”

"What the fuck are you talking about?” Niall asked as he snapped his laptop closed.

“The omega, Niall. He was there today. Just sitting in the corner looking pretty. Or at least his back is. He hasn’t turned around when I’m available to see. I know he’s beautiful though.”

"Okay?” Niall questioned. “What does that have to do with Lottie?”

Louis let out a huff. "She told me I shouldn’t work at a coffee shop. She was right.”

Or the one where Louis might have met the love of his life in a coffee shop. But that’s not how it’s supposed to happen.

Shadows Come With The Pain That You're Running From (Love Was Something You've Never Heard Enough) by hlftanna

“Thanks, Ni, I guess I needed to hear that,” Harry sighed and wrapped his own arms around Niall and squeezed him tightly not caring if Liam would be mad. He missed Niall so much.

“Does it really come as a surprise to you that I’m right? Shaking my head, Haz. You should know me better,” the brunette teased. Harry giggled again.

“You know Hazza, you really are so different to all the other alphas out there. You’re soft, caring, cuddly and sweet and those damn dimples. So freaking pretty, it’s almost annoying. I would hate you if you weren’t my best friend. You’d really be a brilliant omega. Nature really did a number here,” Niall mumbled. It was his turn to smash his nose into Harry’s neck and Harry was extremely thankful for that because he wasn’t sure he had his facial expression in check at all.

Or a Band AU in which Harry isn't allowed to be who he really is and the North American Tour might bring some unexpected truths into the web of lies and also a bit of heat that has very little to do with the summer in the US.

Home (It's You) by sunniskies

When Louis left his high-powered life in the city to settle down in the suburbs, he had hoped to one day fall in love and start a family. He certainly didn’t expect to meet the omega of his dreams within five minutes of moving in.

He also didn’t expect the love of his life to hate him so much.

Or, Louis and Harry are neighbors who can't seem to get along...until they fall in love.

sometimes green and sometimes blue by itsmiz

Harry's an omega, and Louis is an Alpha. They're best friends growing up together on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., but they've always been a bit more than friends.

little bitty rattle (and all our dreams are comin' true) by itsmiz

Louis and Harry are young mates in love. This is the story of them expanding their family, and all the love, hormones, and events that come with that.

cradles and crayons by itsmiz

Harry and Louis continue to expand their family.

Just Jump by jaerie

Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang.

“Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.”

Want It Flowing Through My Streams by screwstyles

Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

hard to confess by hereforlou

One, they only did it without a condom once (and a half) and not during his heat. Never during his heat. Two, he never once forgot to take his birth control (he’s almost sure). Three, his plan is to be married for a year before he even starts trying for a baby, and not only is he very, very single, him and Louis aren’t even sleeping together anymore. Which brings him to reason number four why this can’t be happening: Louis. Louis doesn’t want a baby with Harry.

(Or, the one where Harry knows he messed up and Louis knows nothing.)

Just a touch of your love by thegirlontheblackhoodie

“What if something happened to you? What would I say to Niall?”

“Nothing, he would have to wait to see my corpse on the news like everyone else.” Deadpanned Harry. Louis’ gasp was all the answer he got. Ok, so that might have been a bit too much. With a calmer voice, he said, “It’s really fine. I’ve walked to the tube countless times, I can handle myself. Just go home and tell Niall to stop mothering me.”

Louis was finally walking by his side and gave him a sideways glance before talking. “He doesn’t know, does he? Of your, uh, condition.” Harry tensed and his breath became erratic, but he didn’t say a word. Louis continued. “His nose probably hasn’t picked it up, and you’re lucky Liam’s also a beta, but it took me a minute to confirm it. Your scent is gettin’ so…” He seemed to struggle to find a word. He didn’t finish the sentence, but the emotion in his voice made Harry’s tummy churn.

Or, Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

Face Your Fears by SadaVeniren

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

I Just Want You to Stay by SadaVeniren

“Remember the vet job up in Edinburgh I interviewed for right before your rut?” Louis nodded. “She just called me back. I got the job. I start next year.” Harry let out a shriek as he said the word year and he clapped his hands in delight. “Isn’t that great! Full time vet job! New animals to meet! A new environment!” He settled his eyes back on Louis, who was still standing there in front of him with wide eyes. “Isn’t it great, Lou?”

That seemed to jolt Louis out of his thoughts and he nodded immediately, opening his arms up for Harry to dive into. “Holy shit, yes. Congratulations. Come here,” he wrapped his arms around Harry and cuddled him close, pressing his nose into Harry’s neck. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

aka Louis and Harry have been roommates for four years, comfortable in their routine and their relationship. But all of that is about to change.

kiss with a fist (is better than none) by orphan_account

Harry and Louis don't get on at all.

BUT they do, in fact, do an awful lot of getting off~

Harry startled visibly, shaking off his deer in the headlights look and huffing quietly. Louis took a final, lingering glance along his scant frame, except the puppy chub at his hips, and then kept washing his hands with a faint sneer. He expected words, biting and sarcastic, as usual. Instead, he was met with silence. Confused, Louis turned back to him as he dried his hands, ready with a scathing remark. It died on his tongue. Harry's eyes were locked, very deliberately, on his crotch. His crotch, which was still unzipped, and therefore dick on display. Oh fuck.

“My eyes are up here, Styles,” Louis growled, cheeks flushing despite himself as he reached to do up his fly.

“Leave it.” It rasped from Harry's throat, thick and shaky. Louis froze, fingers cupping himself.

“Excuse me?”

Sigh Softly by aalexandravictoriaa

It was an unconventional nest, to say the least. Quite inconvenient too, not that Louis would ever dare admit that. The fact that his omega was nesting could only mean that he was pregnant and Louis’ chest rumbled at the mere thought. Harry stirred from his perch, blinking his eyes open at the sound of his growling alpha. Louis shushed him immediately and tucked him back into the safety of his nest. Louis just so happened to make up the majority of said nest.

Do Not Falter (There's a Star Ahead) by LadyLondonderry

It's Christmas Eve, and every single one of Louis' family members are crowded inside his little flat. Really, what more could he ask for on his birthday?

The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.

a body wishes to be held & held by turnyourankle

Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.”

the beast you made of me by orphan_account

The bell tinkled, and Harry froze as an overpowering scent, musky and thick, crisp and slightly sweet, yet utterly masculine, delightfully tickled his senses. Harry's eyes slowly slid up to see the source of this wonderful scent, and his breath was taken away at the sex god before him, all muscled and compact and utterly screaming of Alpha. Icy blue eyes stared him down, set off by sharp cheekbones, a stubbled jaw that looked yummy enough to nibble on, and caramel hair, which was lazily gelled, a few pieces falling over his forehead. His skin was tan, his hands strong and steady, his biceps still clearly visible even through his jacket. Every fiber of Harry's being stood at full alert.

The one where Harry's a vanilla-sweet Omega and Louis walks into his bakery one day.

How Much My Heart Depends by lululawrence

Louis is an alpha working as a fraud analyst who keeps having Bad Days. Harry is an omega working in Quality Support who shares a cubicle wall with Louis and only wants to help. Maybe this is the perfect chance for them to finally meet face to face.

A Tentative Peace by colourexplosion

“I dunno.” Harry’s not whining, he’s not. He pulls himself free, finally, turns away and busies himself again with the dishes. “I didn’t want it to be weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Louis says, appearing in Harry’s periphery when he leans against the sink. “Biology, innit? You know I’m always here for you.”

It stings. Louis won’t sit and have a conversation with Harry, but sure, he’ll fuck him through a heat like it’s nothing. “It’s a little more than biology,” he mumbles, but Louis either doesn’t hear him (not likely) or flat out ignores him (very likely).

(Or, A/B/O featuring omega!harry and alpha!louis.)

Seeing Blind by zedi

Louis finally turns his head in Liam’s direction, knows his face is showing the longing he’s been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. “What the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldn’t want me like that, but I want-” his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. “What do you do when you’re not perfect for the person who’s perfect for you?”

OR the one where Harry’s an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harry’s priorities.

wanna taste your heart, don't interfere by orphan_account

Harry still remembers how unsure he felt when he first told Louis, how self-conscious he was. Louis had been nothing but understanding and kind, though, reassuring him that nothing’s going to change between them, that they’re still best friends regardless of sex. Harry had been mostly relieved at that, because he really doesn’t want to lose Louis as a friend over this, but another part of him had been a bit sad because… well, because nothing changed between them. Or rather, there is change, but it’s completely one-sided as far as Harry can tell.

This change being him not getting enough of the way Louis smells. He just can’t help it, is the thing, unable to stop himself from trying to subtly press his nose against the fabric of Louis’ shirt by his shoulders. He still smells like faint cologne and sweat, which is enough to make Harry start feeling slightly dizzy.

(harry presents as an omega, louis is his alpha best friend, and there are hidden feelings that just get harder to control.)

A Distant Hazy Light by green_feelings

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

London Calls Me a Stranger by Thatscoolbutwhataboutlarry

"Hello, my beautiful, conceited coquette."

"Hi, daddy."

Or the one where Harry is a tease, and Louis is his new neighbour.

Between the Shadow and the Soul by orphan_account

“It’s just easier to stay in Donny and train, Haz,” Louis says quietly. “Two transatlantic flights in less than a week right before a big match is a terrible idea. We should have known that before, but...”

Harry nods. It’s reasonable. It’s totally, completely reasonable and Harry can support that. Another five or six days of not being able to hold Louis’ hand and kiss him sweetly is killing Harry, but he can handle it. “Okay, so that’s, what, the 20th that you’ll be coming over here?”

Louis hesitates, and Harry has to bite back a frustrated growl. “I’ve got writing sessions and time in the studio scheduled as of yesterday, plus I’m supposed to get papped clubbing in London again and just… it’s shit but there’s no time to make the trip until early May, at the least.”

Or, Harry and Louis spend a month apart.

Wonderland by jacaranda_bloom

Louis has always loved lazy mornings in bed with his mate, but now that his Omega is carrying their pup, they’ve reached a whole new level of wonderment.

OR the one where Louis loves to worship his Omega’s body and Harry loves to let him.

All I Needed by FallingLikeThis

Harry is the omega captain of the Slytherin quidditch team with a team that won't listen to him. Louis is the alpha captain of the Gryffindor team who doesn't know how to offer help without seeming like a knothead, pushing his opinions on Harry. When he comes up with a rather questionable plan to try and get Harry to ask him for help, they may just both get what they need.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

Put It Into Words by orphan_account

“It’s a good storm though, our families,” Louis says, flopping down on to the bed and cuddling close to Harry. He tucks his arm around Harry’s waist, kissing his temple. “The Cheshire house is perfect to raise the baby; your mum’s close, and my mum can stay in the guest bedroom when she visits.”

“And until then we have the long weekend to ourselves.”

Or, Harry and Louis go on a babymoon.

No Love Like Your Love by Rearviewdreamer

When it comes to saving the world from itself and convincing rich CEOs of environmentally harmful companies to go green, there's nobody better than Harry Styles. That is, until Louis Tomlinson, his ex and former Alpha, is involved.

We Are Inevitable by mmargarita

“What’s the second flaw?”

“The second inevitable flaw in your plan is:” Louis stood straight and walked towards Harry, grabbing his chin. Harry’s breath hitched. “Us.” Louis smiled. “We’re inevitable, baby. We’re soulmates, and we both know it. You just need to come back to me.” . . . 30/07/2020: This work has been edited and corrected, and now has 7k words more.

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

to wrap me in paper by juliusschmidt

Louis hasn't been keeping track of his ruts, but, it turns out, Harry has.

If you’ve made it to the end then congrats! and please stay safe and read the tags!!💕💕

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cherryblossomflowers · 3 years

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Day 27: The Day After

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The aftermath of Dean and YN's first New Years.

Warnings: Fluff, Hangover, Slight Cursing, Alcoholic Drink Names (REAL NAMES), Mention of Vomit

A/N: Day 27 of my writing challenge! No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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December One Shots Masterlist

The bright sun shined right in Dean's eyes as he groaned and covered his face with his arm. Thought it was annoying and not helping his pounding headache, the sun let him know it was the next day.

Slowly Dean opened his eyes and tried to take in his surroundings. He could feel the hardwood floor under him, which meant he didn't make it to his bed last night. He dropped the bottle in his hand to the ground and the sound it made let him know it was empty.

The weirdest part of all was the strange weight that was on his chest and stomach. He couldn't figure out what it was and moving any part of his body at the moment was the biggest struggle.

It wasn't until he heard a female's whimper that his brain was finally putting the pieces together. He sat up at looked at the sleeping girl laying on his chest. Her hair covered her face, so he couldn't tell who it was.

Then again who did he even bring home from the bar?

Dean reached up and shook the girl's shoulder, "Hey, wake up."

She moaned as she sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Mmm, what?"

The girl blinked a few times before her eyes landed on Dean. His eyes widened as he looked at the girl. He had no memory of who she was or how she had got to the Bunker.

But for the moment, he was happy she was there.

"What's...what's going on?" she mumbled.

Dean chuckled, "I guess we, uh, passed out? Honestly though I can't remember a thing."

"Me either," she looked around, "And I don't exactly know where we are."

"This is the Bunker. Technically it's my home. Don't worry though, you're safe here," he reassured her.

She smiled, "Good to know."

Dean cleared his throat, "You're probably not going to like my next question, but since I have no memory at the moment-"

"YN. My name is YN," she blushed, "And you are?"

"Dean," he lifted his hand, "Dean Winchester."

YN shook his hand and smiled, "Nice to meet you."

"By the way, YN, do you, uh, mind getting off me?" Dean asked.

YN's eyes widened, "Oh, yeah," she climbed off of him, "Sorry."

"It's okay," Dean sat up and held his head, "Man, my head is killing me."

"Mine too," YN agreed, "You have any pain killers?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, but it's probably not a good idea on an empty stomach," he stood from the floor," You hungry?"

"Not particularly, but I should probably eat something," YN said as she stood.

"How do you like your eggs?" he asked while walking into the kitchen.

YN shrugged and followed him, "It doesn't matter to me."

Dean pointed down the hallway, "The shower is just down the hallway if you want to rinse off. Then again you probably aren't too comfortable showering in a stranger's home."

YN chuckled, "I mean we're not complete strangers. We did meet at a bar last night. Though I don't really remember much after taking alphabet shots."

"Alphabet shots?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. It's shots of alcohol in the order of the alphabet. You start with Afterburner, then Buttery Nipple, then Cement Mixer, then-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying you took 26 shots last night before we even ran into each other?"

"Oh hell no. I got to a Oil Slick shot and don't remember anything past that."

Dean laughed, "Well, a girl that can take 15 shots of alcohol that quickly is a girl after my own heart. I'm just surprised you never puked."

YN crossed her arms and stared at Dean, "Ever heard of a puke and rally?"

"Where you vomit and then continue drinking?" he asked.

"Exactly. I didn't become the party queen in college by being a quitter," YN winked.

Dean turned to her, "Oh, a college girl?"

"Mhmm, double major in English and Journalism."

"So that means you're...22?"

"Don't flatter me, Winchester. I'm 29."

Dean's eyes widened, "You look really good for your age."

"As do you. You're, what, 35?" YN asked.

He shook his head, "42 actually."

"There's no way. You're 42 and you can party?" YN said in shock.

"You're never to old to learn a new trick, YN," Dean winked.

YN smirked and pointed down the hallway, "Well, uh, I guess I'm going to go rinse off."

"My bedroom is right across from the bathroom. Feel free to grab a pair of sweats or something so you're more comfortable."

"Thanks," she blushed, "You know, Dean, I don't really remember last night all that much. But you must have said something that convinced me to come home with you."

Dean cracked a few eggs in a bowl, "I probably just used some cheesy pick-up line like I always do."

YN walked into the kitchen and over to Dean, "Well, whatever you said," she kissed his cheek, "I'm glad you said it."

A blush fell on Dean's cheeks, "O-oh yeah?"

"Yeah," YN walked towards the hallway, "Oh, and Dean?"

"Yes, YN?"

She winked, "Happy New Year."

Dean watched her walk out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He smiled as he finished making breakfast for them, trying to remember how in the world he got her to come back to the Bunker with him.

"Was it something I said? Something she did? Or maybe something I did?" he mumbled to himself.

He heard footsteps walking into the kitchen, and when he turned around he almost dropped the plate in his hands.

YN stood there in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her body, "Hey, uh, I don't exactly know how your shower works."

Dean stuttered his words, "Y-you, uh, you have to t-turn the water on and p-pull the bottom of the faucet d-down."

She smiled, "Thanks!"

As she walked away, Dean saw a tattoo on her right shoulder. An anti-possession tattoo to be exact.

"So that's why she came back with me!" Dean said out loud, "I knew she was different."

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@idksupernatural @desiredposion @thevelvetseries @let-me-luve-you

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ohblackdiamond · 4 years

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little t&a (gene/paul, nc-17) (part 25 of 29)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17 part 18 part 19 part 20 part 21 part 22 part 23 part 24 part 25 part 26 part 27 part 28 part 29

Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: Gene makes a housecall; Paul gets some advice from Ace over the phone.

It wasn’t a long ride over to that dingy apartment complex.

Gene didn’t know what he was expecting. The place didn’t look any better in the daylight, and when he got out of the car, he saw his driver reach over his seat and start locking all the car doors. He stepped inside alone, walking the craggy flights of steps up to her old apartment number, knocking on the door in what he knew had to be a useless endeavor.

He was a little hopeful when a different girl answered. A pretty thing, really, with curly black hair and sad eyes. A really pretty thing, he could tell that even from the scant few inches she opened the door.

“Yes?”

“Hey.” Gene paused. “I was here a few nights ago. I was wondering if you had a forwarding address for someone who used to live here, Carol—"

“Carol left a couple weeks ago.”

“I know. I’m just trying to find where she went after that.”

“She didn’t pay her share of the rent.” The girl looked Gene up and down, from the baggy sweatpants to the old floral shirt. “We had to kick her out.”

“I know, I—”

“Did something bad happen? Are you with the police or something?”

“I’m not with the police.” Gene tried to think. If the roommates had kicked her out, then that meant she hadn’t been on the lease, right? The apartment manager would’ve had to have her forwarding address if she had been. Wasn’t that how it worked? “She got into some trouble with a rockstar.”

“Trouble?” The girl repeated, with more innocence than Gene could readily believe, at first. “She kept trying to hex one. Kathy got pissed when she spilled some offering on the carpet…”

“Yeah, trouble.” Gene tried to infuse the word with its usual meaning. Babies and under the table payoffs. He couldn’t tell if she took the bait or not. “Can you help me?”

“Her mom lives in Virginia,” she offered. “She’s not from there, though, I think she’s from… I don’t know, Minnesota or Michigan… somewhere that starts with an M…”

That was barely better than no help at all. He tried to pay attention as the girl kept trailing off.

“Her mom’s got scads of money from her dad dying. She helps her out a lot. Carol said if we’d just give her a couple more days, then she’d be good for the next three months. Swore it. Kathy and Bunny wouldn’t have it, though, ’cause between the rent and the occult stuff, she was too wild for us, and—”

“Do you have her mother’s address?”

“No. Well…” She pursed her lips, thinking, and then held a finger up. “Let me look around, maybe there’s an envelope…”

And she scurried back from the door, still leaving it open those few inches as she rummaged around, the door chain keeping him from seeing much of the place at all. He waited, listening to her scuffle across the apartment, rustling through papers, until finally that dark cloud of hair peeked back into existence at the door.

“No. I’m sorry. Oh, but she used to go to discos! You might wanna check CBGB, or the Ice Pa—”

“I’ve done it already,” Gene said, and walked away.

No good. It had been stupid to hope for any new insight. If he really wanted to push it, there was the possibility of finding Carol at 54 again tonight, but Gene doubted she’d be there, and he doubted Paul would want to go there again. He wouldn’t leave Paul at home by himself for a venture like that, either.

Gene had his driver take him to the nearest supermarket immediately after. The driver had weakly offered to take him to a better part of town, but Gene hadn’t cared enough to go those few extra miles for a little more security.

He’d never really gotten his own groceries. When he was off tour, at home, he ate out more often than not, or he went to his mother’s. She always had a smorgasbord at the ready. Always cooking. Gene remembered that early on during tours, when money was tight, Paul and Peter would take it upon themselves to make dinners for the band—they weren’t great—but at least they actually knew what to get and how to fix it. Gene was pushing his shopping cart through the aisles, looking at rows of dried and canned goods and feeling mildly stumped by the whole affair. He’d never paid much attention to how his mother cooked anything, just the end result, so any comfort food from when he’d grown up was out. But maybe…

He settled on a few bottles of Tab, since Peter and Ace had gotten into Paul’s supply of them prior, and then some spaghetti noodles and canned tomatoes. That seemed depressing, so he doubled back to retrieve some fresh tomatoes, mushrooms, and onions as well. Maybe it wouldn’t be that great of a follow-up to matzo ball soup, if he ended up getting it, but it was definitely an improvement to eating peanut-butter sandwiches for dinner. Then he got a box of vanilla wafers, a package of chocolate-chip cookies, and a bunch of bananas.

Gene was nearing the check-out lanes when he felt someone’s eyes on him. He stiffened and stopped, opting not to turn around—it was probably some kid who’d recognized him. Funny how, as long as he’d been with Paul, he hadn’t gotten spotted for who he was once, except on purpose. He pretended to focus all his attention on the label on a bottle of honey, picking it up and inspecting it, waiting for the passerby to either come closer or move on ahead. In a few seconds, he had it—a girl actually scurrying past. A small girl, only carrying a shopping basket and a purse. If he hadn’t caught a glimpse of her pale, freckled face, he wouldn’t have realized who she was.

Absolutely unbelievable. He had to have expended all his luck over the next three years. Quickly, he pushed his cart to the side and tapped her shoulder before she could make it to the check-out line. She turned around, staring at him, eyes wide and stunned. She tried to take a step back, stopping short of even that movement.

“Good morning, Carol.”

Paul woke up abruptly. The day’s newspaper was on Gene’s side of the bed, the sections separated and askew. He didn’t bother pushing them aside, just reached over to check the clock on the nightstand, finding the note Gene left behind. He reread it once, twice, trying to ignore the paranoid, curdling sensation in his gut, the idea that Gene might have just gotten tired of him and tried to find a quick exit, at least for awhile. He wouldn’t have blamed him, not after last night. Not after four nights and five days of putting up with him.

But Gene was bringing him back food. No, more than that, he was bringing him back matzo ball soup and probably a deli sandwich, and whatever Gene thought constituted real groceries. If he was really leaving, he wouldn’t have bothered to specify. Gene must’ve assumed Paul would sleep late enough to start the day with lunch, and, looking at the clock, he hadn’t been too far off. It was fifteen until eleven.

He sighed, stretching out a bit before getting up and pulling on some clothes. All he had left was the dress he’d bought, the one he’d decided wasn’t nice enough for Studio 54. Just a cream and gold colored sundress. Softer colors than he’d usually have opted for. He picked absently at the thin straps. He never felt more fake than when he was alone, even before all this happened.

The phone rang before he could decide what else to do, whether to wait on Gene or eat something or waste awhile in front of the T.V. It startled him a little. Ever since Gene had come, he’d rarely been in the house enough to hear it ring. Another cushion from reality.

He ignored it. It kept ringing. Six times. Seven. Eventually, the answering machine tape started up, and he heard his own, actual voice, another piece of bewilderment.

“Hey, this is Paul Stanley. If you’ll leave your name and number, I’ll be in touch as soon as I can. Thanks.”

“Paul, this is Ace, I—”

Paul grabbed the phone, sudden relief flooding into him.

“Ace?”

“Who’s this?” A pause, and then. “Paul?”

Paul leaned over the answering machine, gingerly unplugging it to keep the tape from running while he spoke.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s me.”

“Sorry I’m late calling. Gene got you back home the other night?”

“Yeah.”

“Still not normal yet.” Ace sighed. “What’s she want out of you? You never told me.”

“Nothing I can’t do.”

“Virgin sacrifice?”

Paul froze up for a second, the phone feeling like a rock in his hand. No way had Gene told the guys. No way. It was a moment or two before he could force a small laugh.

“You’re not too far off.”

“Shit, do you have to kill someone? Keep the tits, it’s not worth—”

“No! I—forget it, man. I don’t have to hurt anybody. I can do it.”

He expected Ace to push for a better answer than that, but he didn’t. God. Ace knew the fate of the whole band sat right on Paul’s shoulders, and yet he didn’t want to ask for a better explanation. Maybe he didn’t give a fuck. Maybe he wanted to go out on his own. Maybe him and Peter were just chomping at the bit to splinter off from the group. Why shouldn’t they? Paul was ruining everything for them just as readily as he was ruining everything for Gene. Paul took a deep breath, tried to convince himself he wasn’t being rational, but the impressions were still wobbling in his brain even when Ace started to talk again.

“Peter was gonna check on you, but he’s still kinda…” Ace trailed. “So I told him not to worry about it. You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You really okay?”

“Yeah, Ace.”

“Nobody screwed around with you?”

“Ace, if you want a play-by-play of two nights ago, I’m sure you—”

“Okay, okay. Just making sure. Pete’s real worried about you.”

“’M okay.”

“He lit into Gene for letting you go off.”

“He shouldn’t have. It was fine.” God. Gene had told him. Or Peter had called the house. One or the other. Paul swallowed. Something about it hurt, almost made his eyes burn. Weird, how that was. Weird how knowing all the guys really did give a shit about him would be enough to nearly induce tears. Maybe he was just that stressed and worn out. He could almost picture Ace’s mild, affable, probably-hungover look, and that helped him blink back anything incriminating.

“Oh, and you got in the paper, too.”

“No shit?”

“No shit. Not front page, but you’re in the entertainment section—”

Paul scrambled for the newspaper, flipping through the sections. He nearly didn’t recognize his own picture—funny, when he’d been staring at that face for over a week now—but there he was, arm and arm with Gene in a corner photo. Gene’s face was still covered, and Paul was leaning in heavily against him, mouth parted in a strained attempt at a smile. Two days ago. Two days ago and the firmness and warmth of Gene’s hold, the smell of his sweat, all of that had only gotten all the more familiar. All the more something he needed instead of just longed for. Something secure. Something meaningful.

“Gene got his picture after all.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. ‘Tongue-waggling KISS bassist Gene Simmons cozies up to a Miss Isen at Studio 54,’” Paul read dryly. “They misspelled my name.”

“You look sweet.”

“I look awful.”

“Give yourself some credit. You make a hot chick.” Ace laughed. Not maliciously. Paul didn’t think the guy was really capable of being malicious. He hesitated, running his free hand down his knee, smoothing the material of the dress, before responding.

“Can I ask you something, Ace?”

“Sure, Paulie.”

“It’s a… it’s a thought experiment.”

“Don’t get all pretentious and shit. I know you dropped out of college.”

Paul had never been more grateful that he couldn’t see Ace on the other end of the line. He’d have given himself away already otherwise. He swallowed thickly.

“Ace—this is all just—hypothetical. Let’s say… let’s say you got told you could have what you wanted.”

“Then I’d wait on the catch.”

Paul could feel his mouth twitch up into an unwilling, dry smile.

“The catch is, you could only get it once, and that was it. Just once. Would you still take it?”

Ace didn’t hesitate.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I’d rather have something once than never have it.”

“I’m not like that. If I couldn’t—if I couldn’t keep having something, I’d never—”

“All or nothing, right, Paul?” Paul could hear Ace rustling something on the other end of the line. Papers, maybe. “You can’t go through life like that, you’ll never be satisfied. You gotta compromise.”

“You compromise everything.”

“’M happier for it.”

“You can’t be. Compromising… it’s just giving up, isn’t it?”

“No. Paulie—” Ace made a short, weird sound, almost like he was sucking the spit off his teeth. “You always think you’re figuring on the long term, and you’re not.”

“I am—”

“You’re not. Hear me out, man. You think there’s any guarantees anywhere? Look at the band—”

“This isn’t about the band—”

“’S just an example. We got our big hit. Now what if—what if that’s the best we ever do? Whether you get your dick back or not, what if that’s as good as it ever gets?”

“That… that can’t happen.” It felt like something was stuck in his throat. This wasn’t how he’d expected this to go, not at all. “We just got really big, it can’t be over that quick. There’s no way. Ace, we…”

“What if it is, Paul? What would you say?” Ace’s words sped up in a still-lazy rattle. “What if we go bust a year from now?”

“Don’t talk like that, man.”

“You need to hear it. This ain’t gonna last any way you slice it, don’t kid yourself.” Paul’s stomach churned as he heard the click of a pop top on the other end of the line, and Ace taking a swig and a swallow. “We’ll wear out our welcome. Maybe we already have. Nobody lasts in music.”

“Elvis—”

“Elvis is a joke, Paulie.” Another long gulp. “And if you get past his age, what else d’you got? You got—you got Bing Crosby dragging his own corpse out there every fucking year for his Christmas special. Been wailing out ‘White Christmas’ since World War II. If we’re still playing ‘Cold Gin’ when we’re forty-five, I hope to God someone takes us out back and shoots us.”

Paul chewed his lip. He felt grimmer now than when he’d picked up the phone, almost distracted out of what he’d really been trying to ask of Ace. Ace, who kept up with weird shit like space shuttles and went on drunken rambles about the aliens who’d made him small. Ace, who he’d assumed was just along for the ride on everything. Paul felt an odd curdling in his gut, something like shame for assuming he and Gene were the only ones who ever thought ahead. For writing off Ace and Peter like their myriad addictions made them stupid.

“Shit, Ace, you’re usually a little more positive—”

“’M just trying to make a point here.” Ace blew out a breath loud enough that Paul could hear it over the phone. “If this is as good as it gets, would you say you don’t want it? Would you say you wanted to turn it all back around? Me and you driving cabs? Gene teaching school again? Pete—”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re gonna do better than that, that’s why! I-I’ll write whatever crossover songs I’ve got to, we’ll keep on touring, and—”

“But you don’t know that.”

“I do know that!”

“Nah, Paulie. You don’t know that.” Ace let out an odd sound, halfway between a laugh and a sigh. “You’re just betting on it. Ought to bet on something a little more certain.”

“Like what?”

“Like Geno getting over you not having tits.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s got nothing to do with—did he—shit, what did he tell you?”

“Jesus, your voice gets real squeaky. Did it always do that?” Ace said it so mildly, as always. Ace couldn’t even bitch properly when Paul had his whole career dangling on the line. “I haven’t talked to him since we came over.”

“Then—”

“You’re like a glass of water, Paulie, just see-through. You ain’t fooling anyone. Listen, do what you’ve gotta do. But don’t do it based on anybody but yourself.”

“I’ll call you back later, Ace.”

“Okay, girlie.”

Paul hung up before Ace managed a goodbye on the other end. His heart was thudding harder than ever.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley #gene simmons #gene simmons x paul stanley #ace frehley

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rishabh-ghosh · 3 years

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The Apparition

News report. 15.5.2020.

According to the latest reports, the cyclone, 'Amphan' just entered West Bengal and is supposed to crash in Kolkata by 7pm tonight. The estimated speed of the cyclone is estimated of about 80 km per hour. If it doesn’t slows, then it will cause huge damage in the city. Citizens of the city are requested not to get out of there house during the storm and to stay away from electrical devices. We will now have a look on the damages caused by the cyclone in Odisha.

I switched off the T.V . Every channel was broadcasting the same news. About the cyclone. I left the drawing room and went to the kitchen. I took out a bottle of Scotch from the fridge. As it was an off day so I decided to relax. My plan was to drink as much I could and sleep till evening. But before, I have to make some arrangements in my flat so that my rooms don’t get overflowed from rain water like the last time. Oh those fuckers from those I bought this flat scammed me good. The flat is is full of flaws. The walls are damp, the sink was badly damaged and there were numerous electrical leaks. Although I have a shelter above my head. I am looking for a job currently. But I doubt an alcoholic and drug addict like me will get any job. I wish I had never left army . But the scenario couldn’t let me work there. After lunch, I drank 5 pegs of Scotch, as a result I was feeling very warm inside but as I am an alcoholic, I didn’t felt intoxicated that much. So I injected myself with morphine to get a good sleep. I just wanted to sleep till tomorrow. Now I can feel sleepy. Darkness was surrounding me and I was feeling the air around me heavier and…………

2 years ago. – Rajasthan, Indian Army Base. 1000 hours. 15.5.2018

“ Major Sanjay Ghosh, I just checked your achievements , it’s mind blowing. You joined Indian army via CDS in 2015. You were part of various Counter Insurgent operations. Then you voluntarily opted for Para regiment, and you didn’t flinched. Even your training officer told me that you are very tough physically and mentally.” I nodded my head and saluted him. He was Colonel Vipin Sinha. My Commanding officer. I replied, “ Sir, from my very first day in IMA, I wanted to be a para commando. And that’s why I trained myself to be as tough as possible.” He smiled and told me, “ Son, force needs brutal and intelligent officers like you only. You guys are tough as nail and are unbreakable. Just remember, never ever let your emotions work in battlefield. Dismiss.” I saluted him and went to the shooting range. I was just inspecting the skills of new recruits. Suddenly, a lieutenant came and told me , “ Sir, we need to go to the BSF camp, it is under attack.” I took 6 men whom I trusted most and gathered our weaponry and went to the camp. According to intel, there were 10 armed men. They were armed with machine guns. The BSF soldiers were pinned down. I asked a Captain named Laxman to be overwatch. He would coordinate us for enemies and provide sniper cover. It was less than 16 minutes we entered the place and almost all of them were killed. I killed 3 with my Insas rifle that day. When we were moving to the jeep, overwatch said via radio, “ Watch Tango 6oclock.” Which meant, that a target was behind us. I took out my pistol and turned around and killed that bastard. Bur the gun in his hand got misfired and the bullet hit Lieutenant Rajveer in the head.

Present day 6pm

That nightmare again! It spoiled my sleep. What? It’s only 6 pm. I better confront Salim. He gave a low quality drug. I tried to switch on the lights but I failed because there was no electricity at that moment. The storm was brewing up. I didn’t wanted to remain awake during the storm. Because storm brings that gruesome memory back. The reason I had to leave army and have to live rest of my life as a broken man is because of storm only.

2 years ago . Indian Army Base.Rajasthan 20.6.2018

Rajveer's death saddened the whole battalion. He was like a younger brother to me. He was very close to me and Shruti, my better half. I didn’t told Shruti about all these because she shouldn’t get any stress as it can be harmful for her and our baby.

Our C/O, Colonel Sinha instructed me that we got intel about many insurgents hiding in a village in Kuldhara. He added, “ The place is allegedly haunted as a result there are no inhabitants. The operation should be a clean job. No target should be alive. And one more thing, this time kill each target at once.” I understood what he meant. I started gathering best men for this night operation. An elderly Naik named Pawan Tripathi asked me, “ Sir , with due respect I am requesting you to not enter the place. I am local and that’s why I am warning, anyone who goes inside the village at night never comes out alone.” I along with nearly whole battalion laughed at him. I told him, “ If you are not interested in taking part in the operation, I won’t force you. But don’t worry about us.”

Around 7 o clock, with a team of 15 men, I entered the village. Our mission was to check every corner of the village and get back to our base by 10 o clock. I didn’t phoned Shruti because of this crucial mission.

Nearly after 2 hours of moving through the whole village, we finally found those bloody terrorists. They were about 20. All of them were all in a single room and were about to rape a local woman of about 27. The woman was asking for freedom. When they were about to do the heinous act, I ordered to shoot. All of us shot the bloody insurgents but sadly, the woman was also killed in crossfire. I threw a hand grenade inside the house and ran away from it with my sub ordinates. I instructed, “ It’s sad and a war crime as well. But it was done by mistake and moreover we were trying to save her only. But we didn’t had any intel regarding her. None of us will say a bit about the girl in the base.” While we were leaving the place in the jeep, suddenly storm brewed. It was not the weather for a storm a while ago. The driver in our vehicle lost his control and suddenly I saw a pair of red eyes in front of me and then I lost my conscious.

I woke up in the Indian Military Hospital, New Delhi. My C/O was sitting beside my bed and was smiling. I tried to sit but my Medical Officer , Major Vikram asked me to lay. Sir asked me, “ It’s been 10 days you were unconscious. All of your partners died. You were lucky that you got thrown out of the vehicle during the accident, because the car caught fire afterwards. Sad death for a band of brave warriors. But there is another bad news.” I asked , “ Yes sir?” He replied, “ Seasonal thunderstorm took place in Kolkata the same evening you faced your accident. Maybe your wife was near a conducting pole in your house. She and her unborn child died due to lightening strike.” I was shocked by the news and was about to say something , but stopped after I noticed a familiar figure behind C/O. It was the same woman but she wasn’t pretty as she was that night. Blood was coming out from her left eye, there were burning marks all over her body . I collapsed.

After a few days, I left army because of that apparition. I thought that it was my PTSD and guilt for unable to save the life and dignity of a woman being a soldier. After leaving army, I tried to commit suicide many a times but failed. As if someone was trying to stop me from committing suicide. Then I got involved into drugs and alcohol.

Present day

Every stormy night, they come and visit me. They don’t have particular face. Sometimes they look like poor old men, sometimes as voluptuous ladies , sometimes as animals like dogs, cats, rats and bats. They torture me and drains life from me. I wish I had listened to that Naik that day. Then I would have not been so broken and dying every stormy night. This night I tried toby pass by sleeping but I couldn’t. I can hear footsteps in my house. It was coming from near the bathroom. I screamed fear fully, “ Who is this? Leave me alone.” In response a familiar voice replied, “ Dear, won’t you see me again?” It was Shruti, my wife. I ran towards the bathroom and saw the thing which could break even the most bravest men. Shruti was there but she was not like before. Her eyes were swinging out of her eye sockets , her cheek bones were emerging out from her burnt face, blood was all over inside her mouth and there was a lump of red mass on her hand from which, a sound of a crying baby was coming. I tried to ran away from the house and suddenly I saw a bright light and a strange shakiness and pain inside me.

Next day, 7 pm , Lal Bazaar, Kolkata police , Detective department

“ Sir, the guy was definitely sick and became insane because of these drugs.” Sub Inspector Suryasis Mukherjee told this to Investigating officer ACP Abhay Roy. ACP replied, “ Are you sure? The man was a Para SF, those who don’t breakdown easily.” The Sub Inspector replied, “ But sir, these things like ' Swinging eyes, mutilated face, dead wife back to life, red mass crying like baby, are these logical? I am telling you what happened, the guy lost his wife during his time in Army, he might have lost his sense from then and started taking drugs. His love for his wife, the things he have seen during his Army days etc along with his drug addiction made him insane and he could see ghostly things. We found that there were leaks in the main lines. Floors of his room were flooded with water. Maybe he hallucinated all these and while running due to his fear, the main line was connected with the floor and the electricity came back then only. As a result, he died.” Abhay smiled and replied, “ What a coincidence, but there’s one thing which doesn’t makes sense.” Suryasis replied, “ What is it sir?” Abhay replied, “ The forensic reports came a while ago. I was reading it while you were there in the crime scene. Maybe because it is the case of a soldier, they did it faster. Sanjay’s fingerprint matches with that of the prints found on the pen found near the page where he wrote this whole senseless horror story. But that’s not the case. The case is , according to forensic tests, Sanjay died yesterday around 7 pm yesterday because of electrocution only. But the write up was written 11 hours ago, which means around 1 AM today. According to the investigation, he lived all alone in his house. My question is , if he was alone in his house then who had written all these , 6 hours after his death?

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snezfics-n-shit · 3 years

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Whumptober Day 27: Flu

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Characters: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth

Notes: Some 7-year-gap sick!Hobohodo fresh outta the oven. The flu is a powerful beast. Phoenix has been sold the ever common lie that the flu is “no big deal” and “just a really bad cold.” Today he pays the price for his naivety. Also do I really gotta say, established Wrightworth ahead.

Miles couldn’t help but look at his watch as he witnessed another extended coughing fit that sent Phoenix curled up into a ball. He sighed through his nose as he remembered Phoenix swearing up and down how he had every intention to get his flu shot. Actions or, more accurately, inaction spoke louder than words.

“I think that was,” Phoenix wheezed, “the longest one yet.” He rolled himself on his back on the bed he hadn’t left since returning from the walk-in clinic. “I was kidding when I asked you to keep time.”

“I thought it would be worth a try.” Miles took the oversized water bottle from the end table and handed it to Phoenix. “You’ve barely touched your water. The first rule of the flu is to stay hydrated.”

“How can I drink anything if I’m busy coughing?” Phoenix frowned as he took a long drink of the water. “I’m never calling a bad cold ‘the flu’ ever again.” He groaned. “I think I’m dying.”

“You could have gotten your flu shot when Trucy and I went to get ours, you know.” Miles gently took the water bottle and placed it back on the end table. “I have to admit, I never knew the flu was quite like this.” He pressed his hand on the cooling patch stuck to Phoenix’s forehead; it was still cold enough to stay a while before needing to be replaced. “I, too, was under the assumption it was hardly different from a cold.”

“It felt like one at first.” Phoenix recalled; his breathing was labored as he spoke. “Yesterday morning I thought I was just getting a cold, then I just went to lie down for a couple hours. When I woke up, I--” The coughing started again. Miles rubbed his back and made gentle shushing noises until the fit subsided.

“You did that, yes.” Miles remembered the previous evening vividly. Phoenix had just gotten out of the shower when he started coughing like he was now. Miles found him on the cold bathroom floor, coughing up a storm. By the time Phoenix was done, the strain had discolored his cheeks, which is what originally prompted the trip to the walk-in clinic this morning. “It was a sight I think I would rather never see again.”

“I’d rather never cough like this again.” Phoenix complained. “Not to mention everything hurts.”

“Oh, love.” Miles cooed. He kissed Phoenix’s cheek. Despite Miles having had his flu shot, Phoenix wasn’t willing to take the risk in kissing him on the lips. “Does blinking still hurt?”

“Yeah, that’s the most painful part.” Phoenix turned his head, putting the dark circles under his eyes on full display for Miles. Between the pain that came from the slightest movement of his eyelids and the near endless coughing fits that sent him doubling over, sleep was hardly an option despite him desperately needing it.

“I hope this means you’ll take flu season more seriously next year.”

“Believe me, I will.” Phoenix promised and kissed his boyfriend’s hand. “I wish I could just go back and get the shot, knowing what I know now.”

“I’m afraid that can’t be done.” Miles sighed. “You’ll just have to remember this for next time, dear.”

“You know, just the fever dreams alone scared me straight, I think. I keep having this one where I’m in court cross-examining a witness, but he starts making clones of himself. The witness was also a turnip for some reason.” He liked seeing Miles find amusement in the surreal productions of his fever-influenced subconscious. “You can laugh, it’s pretty funny when I’m awake enough to think about it.”

“In hindsight like that, maybe, but it wasn’t at all funny when your fever spiked early this morning.” Miles fought his smile just as quickly as it formed. Even with Phoenix’s permission, it didn’t feel right to laugh at his suffering. “And you woke up in my car screaming because you thought you had been kidnapped.”

“You could’ve told me what was going on first.” Phoenix wiped his nose on the edge of the comforter. With any other ailment, Miles might have gently directed him to a tissue, but in this case, he was far more lenient.

“I tried to. You were just completely out.” Miles caught a glimpse of the current time on his watch, paying more attention this time now that he wasn’t simply keeping time. “You haven’t eaten all day, have you.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something.”

“There were some ice cubes that melted in my water. Does that count?”

“No.” Miles stood up, making the decision that Phoenix was going to eat something. “I’m going to make you some soup.”

“I just said I wasn’t hungry.”

“You’re getting something in your system. That’s final.”

. . .

Something didn’t feel right when Miles set foot in the kitchen. Every time he opened a drawer or the pantry, he felt his heart sink as he thought of just how miserable Phoenix must have felt. Miles had to keep reminding himself Phoenix would benefit from the brief peace and quiet. He fought the urge to disturb Phoenix’s potential sleep as he followed the recipe on a laminated card that once belonged to his father. He had only been granted ownership of his father’s recipe cards a few years ago, so he hoped he could do them justice with so little experience. Knowing Phoenix’s reluctance to eat anything in the past 24 hours, Miles poured the soup in a mug rather than a bowl. Perhaps if it was presented as a drink, his boyfriend would be more willing to take it.

“Where were you!?” That was Phoenix’s greeting of choice when Miles entered the bedroom. “I tried calling you but you wouldn’t pick up!”

“I was, wait,” Miles pulled his phone from his pocket to find notifications for several voicemails, “you called? I was in the kitchen for hardly an hour.” If only his ringer stayed on.

“You disappeared on me!” Phoenix accused. “Why would you do that?” He rubbed his right eye with his wrist; his face was redder than before. Whether that had come from more coughing or possibly crying didn’t matter, since neither one was preferable. “I can’t believe you would just leave me alone. The room was spinning and you weren’t here!”

“Well, it’s obvious your fever hasn’t gone down at all.” Miles took a deep breath. “I told you before I left, I was going to the kitchen to make you soup.”

“O-Oh.” Phoenix looked down, ashamed of his rash assumption. “I think I forgot that part.”

“It’s alright.” Miles sat beside him and handed over the mug. “I know you said you weren’t hungry, so I thought I’d give it to you as a drink.” His thoughtful approach got a laugh out of Phoenix; that was good.

“You should, uh, delete those voicemails.” Phoenix blew gently into the mug. “They’re kind of embarrassing now that I think of it.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. You were afraid.” Miles gave the same assurance Phoenix had shown him many times before. “I will delete them, however, as you requested.”

“Thanks.” Phoenix pressed the mug to his lips and smiled as the warm liquid met his tongue. “This is amazing.” He drank some more.

“I’m glad it could please the man who insisted he wasn’t hungry.” Miles teased. “You’re actually the first person I’ve made this for. The recipe belonged to my father, but it was under Mr. von Karma’s possession until he passed. I also recall my father saying it was my mother who wrote it down. I think of this as a sort of game of cooking telephone.”

“I bet you’re a cooking telephone champion.” Phoenix expressed his opinion by taking a longer drink from the mug.

“Slow down!” Miles instinctively took the mug just in time before Phoenix needed to cough again, likely caused by drinking too quickly. “I’m glad you like it, but don’t push yourself.” He set the mug down on the end table so he had free hands to rub Phoenix’s back. “Let me know when you think you’re done.”

Phoenix needed to catch his breath for about half the time his coughing fit took. He flopped backwards onto his pillow with a weak groan.

“I hate having the flu.”

“I can understand why.” Miles offered him the water bottle, frowning at how little Phoenix drank since Miles left for the kitchen. Phoenix hesitated at first, but gave in as soon as it was clear Miles would not be backing down. “I’m relieved you’re not trying to go to work like this.”

“I was already stupid for not getting a shot.” Phoenix took a few more small sips of water before Miles allowed him to put it back on the end table. “I’d be a real idiot to go to work on top of that.”

“Phoenix. Darling,” Miles locked eyes with him, “I’ve let a lot slide because you’re sick, but I won’t allow you to speak of yourself in that manner.” He scolded lightly, softening his words with a kiss on Phoenix’s forehead. “Do you understand?”

“I think so. You already have let me get away with a lot.” Phoenix tested the waters by wiping his nose on the comforter again.

“You’re starting to push it, love.” Miles chuckled and caressed his boyfriend’s cheek. “Remember, I love you.”

“I love you, too, babe.”

Miles didn’t leave his spot as he watched Phoenix doze off into what he hoped would be a peaceful sleep. He noted how pale Phoenix was and how his slightly overgrown stubble somehow managed to make him look more sickly. Was it unrealistic to hope if Miles watched him long enough, he could witness the color returning to his face within the hour? Possibly, yes, but that wouldn’t stop Miles from staying by his side for as long as he could.

#whumptober #whumptober 2020 #sickfic whumptober alt #snez attorney #the flu changes you man

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geigercounters · 4 years

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❝ ── Yeah, because that's how Snakes fight! Right up in your face, with fangs and... knives and stuff ! ❞

── 𝗜 think i just saw BUTCH DELORIA ( he/him, cis male )! don’t you know them? they’re a canon character from fallout. have you heard that they remember some things from their previous life? apparently they appeared here in March 2019 just after getting caught in an explosion protecting the Lone Wanderer. crazy, isn’t it? now they’re 20 years old and working as a HAIR-STYLIST. still, they do have well-worn leather jacket, hiding vodka in a water bottle, breaking curfew, writing obscene messages in the bathroom stalls & jerk with a heart of gold vibe about them.

> NOTE: all surveillance recorded in the C.O.’s office is scheduled to be destroyed pending examination and approval by a senior staff member - by order of XXXXXXX > NOTE: approved by XXXXXX

OBTAINED TAPE: BUTCH DELORIA; self-proclaimed “SERPENT KING OF THE TUNNEL SNAKES” [ SALLOW HILLS; MAY XX, 2019 ]

【 ❝ Alright, we'll start off with a few simple questions. Can you tell me your name? ❞ 】

Butch.

【 ❝ ..... ❞ 】

.....

【 ❝ ...You're full name. Full legal name. ❞ 】

[ An over exaggerated sigh is heard, followed by a few seconds of silence. Finally, as if done deliberating what the pros & cons of being purposely irksome would bring onto the table, the young man answers. ] Butch DeLoria.

【 ❝ Alright, Butch! Where are you from? ❞ 】

Here. Kinda. I dunno.... my Washington looks kinda different. Shit's wrecked to hell & back. The lack of radiation though? I dig that. Just not used to grass & ... /that/.

【 ❝ ...That? What are you referring to when you say 'that'..? ❞ 】

The sky. It's big. It's blue. Neverending. Freaks me out, man. I mean, I've seen the sky before. Even in my home, ya know? But it doesn't sit right with me. Don't know why.

【 ❝ Well, memory loss is common amongst many who come here. You've discussed having experienced this yourself. Maybe that Casadastraphobia stems from something you don't remember. What is the last major memory you can detail? ❞ 】

Casadasasara.... what the fuck? I don't speak Italian. [ He muses over the question for a few seconds... before his face actually drops to something closely resembling melancholy, an expression so rarely seen on him. ] ...Me & a... friend got caught in a scuffle with some punks. There was a fragmentation grenade, I pushed them outta the way, the loser fell into a ditch, I didn't make it in time & then Boom. [ He blows a rather long raspberry, only stopping once the interviewer clears their throat. ]

【 ❝ That wasn't Ita-... Right. Well. Getting back to what we were talking about, I've heard you've found a new job here in Sallow Hills. & as a hair stylist no less! Have you been- ❞ 】

[ The interviewer gasps as they're loudly interrupted by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. At this point, it's best to presume Butch has pushed himself off from his seating & is now standing directly in front of the interviewer's desk. ] Whoa, whoa, whoooa! What are you, kookie?? Hair Stylist? Man, I ain't no hair stylist. I'm a barber. There's a DIFFERENCE. You got me? You don’t go around calling EVERY doctor a surgeon. There’s a CASTE system to this babe, & I’m at the top. You dig?

【 ❝ ...Uh. Yes? ❞ 】

Right-o. I’ll let it slide this time. [ He sits back down, arms crossed, & looking quite pleased with himself. Despite the fact that he is very much still a hairstylist & that any difference between being that & a barber are fundamentally minuscule in the grand scheme of things. ]

【 ❝ ..What was the strangest thing you had seen before arriving here? ❞

.... This guy. Named Gary, right? Except there's a ton of him. & all they keep doing is repeating their name. & tryin' to stab me.

【 ❝ And all they could say was Gary? ❞ 】

Get with the program, nosebleed. Isn't that what I just said? Their names are Gary, that’s all they can say, & they like to attack & kill.

【 ❝ Just confirming! It's certainly very surreal, even amongst the other responses we've gotten to that question. & believe me! We’ve gotten very... interesting responses. What traits would your friends give to you? ❞ 】

Uh... [ This question certainly seems to strike a nerve, considering how uncomfortable he looks all of a sudden. The interviewer quickly jots down a note, something Butch quickly takes note of. ] Cool.... smart... bad... you know, I'm me. The Butch-man. [ Very vague answer. He can count on one hand how many friends he's actually got. ]

【 ❝ Okay Butch, is there anything else you'd like to say before we conclude this interview? ❞ 】

Yeah, where the hell do I go for a drink around here? Being sober & dealing with this really sucks.

[ CLICK! ] "Born on December 27, 2257, Butch is Vault 101’s resident bully and Serpent King of the Tunnel Snakes (i.e. leader). Butch masks his fear and sense of inadequacy about not having a father and having an alcoholic mother by being boorish and overbearing. Masking his shortfalls has stunted his secret desire to become a hairdresser. Carrying his switchblade nicknamed "Butch's Toothpick", he is usually found alongside his lackeys Wally Mack and Paul Hannon, harassing other students. Some of his peers, among them Amata Almodovar, view Butch as a loser destined to become a garbage burner." ( X )

#sallow hills intro #sallow hills (intro)#if this doesn't appear in the tags boo i'll just pin it if anything #( ── OOC ! ✦ TODD HOWARD IS A TODD COWARD )

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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We’ll Be Home For Christmas 3.3

Title: We’ll be home for Christmas

Day Three - If not for the courage of the fearless crew – Part 3 Prologue | 1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 3.1 | 3.2

Author: Gumnut

27 - 29 Dec 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can’t fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 4813

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Artist!Virgil, Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos we haven’t seen it yet.

Author’s note: For @scattergraph. This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic :D I hope you enjoy it.

Now you’ve caught up. I don’t have the next bit written yet (only bits of it), so I’m winging it from here. Also, it was hard to find a good spot to cut/end this chapter and it is quite long. Hopefully that can tide you over until I can get the next bit out. Also, if I can get to see the new eps, I would really like to write some episode tags, but I’m still tied up in this fic with a trail of WiPs behind me ::wails:: I want to wriiiiiite more than I can ::wails some more:: I guess, I’ll just have to write in my sleep :D

Many thanks to @vegetacide and @scribbles97 for cheering me on and their wonderful support through this craziness. And to @onereyofstarlight for geeking out with me over the setting.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

It was mid-afternoon and Gordon was exhausted by the time he made it back to A Little Lightning. The ocean had a decent depth here and it had taken some time to get down, untangle and cut masses of netting from the rocks it was snagged in, stow it safely and then run the decompression ladder up the water column.

Two took Four back on board and Gordon was tempted to go with his sister back to the Island. He even suggested it, but Tin simply grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around and marched him back to the hatch. “I’ve got this, Fish.”

“I need to clean out Four.”

“You’re on vacation. Besides, I need to deliver that net to WASP along with the rescue recordings. I’ll take care of your ‘bird, don’t worry.”

He eyed her. “That is a lot to ask of you. You are already taking care of Virg’s girl.”

Her eyes flickered away a moment and he frowned.

“I will take care of it, Gordon. Now go back to your boat. She needs her captain.” A smirk. “Or do you want to leave her in Scott’s hands?”

“Hell, no.” And before he could second think that thought she had him lowered to the ocean and jumping off Two’s forward hatch.

Alan scooped him out of the water in the inflatable asTwo rose in height and banked around in a curve. A moment and her massive rear thrusters fired, her roar bouncing off the water around him as she tore off into the distance.

A glance at the bow of his yacht.

Virgil was nowhere to be seen.

It took another half hour of getting himself cleaned up and being sideswiped by Scott who made him shove a sandwich down his throat before he could chase up his musical brother.

“He’s resting.”

Gordon stared at Scott sitting across from him at the table. “Voluntarily?”

His big brother sighed. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t going to question him suddenly doing something right, was I?”

“Is he okay?”

Scott shrugged. “He said he was fine.”

“But you don’t believe him.” He could see it in his brother’s eyes.

Quiet. “No...no, I don’t.”

Gordon opened his mouth to comment by was interrupted by John striding into the room. “We got them.”

“What?” He stared up at his space brother.

“Penny traced down the culprits and located the financial source. All roads lead back to a Richard Polominka, a billionaire who owns half the French seaboard. She’s got enough evidence to bring him down.”

Gordon stared at him. He wanted the energy to feel jubilant, but honestly he only felt the bare minimum of relief. It would stop, but how many had died? “Penalty?”

John straightened. “Enough. Penny followed through and she believes she has enough for life imprisonment.”

He looked away. “Good.”

The yacht rocked ever so gently, the lap of water against her hull, the only sound for a long moment.

“Thank you, John.” Scott’s gratitude was obvious, but his eyes were on Gordon.

John’s eyes darted between the two of them, questions in their turquoise that he didn’t ask. “Gordon, when you’re ready, Mel Fisher would like a report.”

“Yeah, thanks, John.”

His space brother dropped a hand onto Gordon’s shoulder and squeezed before heading back up to the bridge.

“Well, that’s it. We freed the calf, WASP is picking up the illegal nets and Penny found the person responsible. I think this mission is complete.”

“I need a drink.”

He felt Scott staring at him as he stood up and strode over to the bar.

“It is the middle of the afternoon.”

“Yeah, well, I had to stare a baby whale in the eye today and then hurt her to save her life, so you’ll excuse me if I would like a drink a little early.”

But Scott was suddenly in front of him, his hand on the bottle in Gordon’s hand. “Go and talk to him.”

Gordon looked up. “Why?”

“Because I think you need to.” A swallow. “And he needs to as well.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came to mind. He let the bottle go. “Fine.”

Scott placed it back on the shelf. “He’s in his cabin.”

-o-o-o-

The Tracy brothers mental health network was skewed. Gordon had to admit it. If you were a younger brother, you got the better deal. The more older brothers you had the more smothering you received until you were well again. Virgil had long compensated for Scott’s lack of an older smother brother by just smothering up the chain. But that was Virgil.

Of course, all brothers smothered up the age curve to a certain extent, but being younger and trying to look after an older brother who while bleeding to death might be eyeing you up and down and asking you if you were okay and telling you to sit down, it was smothering against the current.

And apparently, the older the Tracy, the more stubborn and less likely he was to take the advice of the younger Tracy.

So in summary, it was usually Scott who fielded any issues with Virgil. Gordon loved the man dearly, but he had no idea how his artistic brain worked, so in turn had no real idea how to fix it, and besides older brothers don’t like opening up to younger brothers. Particularly the eldest two.

But there was something about this incident. Something in the music his brother created, something in the eyes of the mother and her calf, Gordon felt it. He wanted to understand it. It called to him.

He knocked on the cabin door.

And received no answer.

“Virgil?”

Silence.

He waited a moment longer before quietly opening the door and peering in.

His eyes widened.

His brother’s cabin was draped in paper. Sketches and drawings lay all over the bed and the floor. There were humpback whales everywhere.

Virgil lay curled up on the bedcovers, asleep, still fully dressed in his linen shirt and shorts, fingers still wrapped around his pencil, sketchbook still in hand.

Gordon opened the door enough to let himself slide into the room. He had to reach down and pick up paper from the floor so he didn’t step on it. They were hurried sketches, far from his brother’s finished pieces of the day before. The pencil marks were aggravated, stabbed into the paper, the shading scribbled. On one sheet a net appeared with the whale and there was an actual hole in the page. Some pages were torn and crumpled.

God, Virg.

He closed the door behind him quietly and, picking up paper, made his way to the bed and sat on the end. The pages closer to his brother slipped into abstract shapes, words carved into the paper, none of them nice.

Ironically, looking at the drawings, Gordon could see a reflection of how he felt. There was beauty in those moments with the whales, but they were scarred and tormented by the injustice and the pain inflicted on the pair. Gordon had been there, seen it first-hand.

Virgil hadn’t been beside him, but perhaps he had been there another way.

The sound of his brother’s voice in the water...

“Virg?”

He didn’t expect him to wake easily, Virgil never did. So the brown eyes that flicked open almost immediately, surprised him.

“Gordon.” It was a hoarse rasp.

What to say next? Asking if he was okay would just be stupid.

Virgil was staring at him.

“John got the bastards.”

He got a grunt for that, the brown gaze looking away enough to see the paper all over the cabin. His brother let out a resigned sigh. “Scott send you?”

“No.” But it was an obvious lie.

Virgil threw the sketchbook aside and pushed himself upright, his legs falling off the side of the bed, feet hitting the floor. Gordon resisted the urge to help. It wouldn’t be appreciated.

“Then why are you sitting on the end of my bed?”

“Can’t I check in on you myself?”

Virgil eyed him and Gordon knew he had an inroad. Activate the elder smother brother, get him concerned about a younger brother and he would be less likely to see the concern coming from the opposite direction.

“You okay?” And yes, those eyes were combing him for injury.

“I’m fine.” Okay, so he wasn’t great at lying right at this very moment. But then this was Virgil, he didn’t have a hope at hiding something like this from his brother’s radar on his best days.

Today was far from best.

He held up a page with both mother and daughter drawn onto it. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

Virgil blinked, some unidentified emotion flickering across his face. “Yes, they are.”

“It was pretty amazing down there.”

“You did an amazing job, Gordon.”

He looked down at the page. “Heh, you did your own bit of amazing. Mel is going to be fascinated. You spoke to a whale.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You said enough to get a response.”

“I had no idea what I was doing.”

“You did something and it worked.”

“I-“ Virgil cut himself off and swallowed.

“Perhaps...” Gordon was hesitant. “When you are better, do you think you might like to try again?”

His brother’s eyes widened. “To speak to a whale?”

Gordon shrugged, “Speak? Sing? Communicate on some level?”

“I didn’t speak to her.”

“Virg-“

“She spoke to me.”

-o-o-o-

Virgil stared at his fish brother as his eyes widened. “She spoke to you?”

He sighed, let his shoulders drop and rubbed a hand over his face. How did he explain how the mother’s voice had gotten into his bones, how it had felt? It wasn’t words, it was just...pain. Pain and anguish that he had done his best to answer, to do what he always did, try to help.

He could still feel that vibration, that infrasound. It did something to him. He had spent the hours since trying to express what he felt. It had been such an experience, and in a way, Gordon was right, he had communicated with the whales. But it wasn’t on a conscious level, it was just emotion and he felt inadequate as his response was so strong but so biased human. He had no reference but himself and it was all he could share.

And it wasn’t enough.

Gordon’s hand wrapped around his arm and he jumped. “Hey, it was a rescue. Whale encounters don’t have to be like that. When you’re better, we can go visit some humpback whales. Maybe we can introduce ourselves, get to know a particular family, build a relationship? We have Four and the technology. I can speak to Mel, get a special permit. Just you, me and the sea. What do you say?”

Gordon’s expression was so honest, so raw, so his caring fish brother, how could he deny him? “Okay.”

The grin that spread across Gordon’s face was worth the admission. “Okay. We can do it. Fit it between missions. Take it slowly. Mel’s gonna want to be in on this in some way. Maybe we can use her to help convince Scott. Use the eco-angle.”

And Gordon drifted off into planning, his eager muttering, dragging a small smile from Virgil.

A rush of fondness and he grabbed his little brother in a hug.

“Woah, Virg! I’m breakable!”

That only had him smiling more. A kiss in blond hair as Gordon struggled and he let him go. The eyes looking up at him were a little wild and wary. “Wow. No hugging whales for you, you might break one.”

Virgil just grinned. God, Gordon knew how to brighten the darkest of moments.

“Now, onto more important matters.” Gordon held up a pile of paper. “How many dishes do I need to wash to get to own one of your whale drawings?”

Virgil frowned. “We have a dishwasher, Gordon.”

His little brother grinned. “I know.”

-o-o-o-

Eventually, Gordon dragged Virgil out of his cabin and to lunch. There were concerned expressions from Scott and John, even Alan had a frown on his face. But a pointed glare on Gordon’s part and no-one questioned either of them.

The events of the day had drained them all, so it was decided that they would head for Raoul Island and break their voyage there before tackling the final stretch home the next day.

Gordon was quite happy about this. He had planned to drop in on Mel along the way anyway, but this gave them extra time to visit, maybe stretch their legs a little. Raoul was much larger than Tracy Island and any of the other of the Kermadecs. It was also an active volcano that twitched from time to time, IR having to fish the entire scientific compliment off the island for that exact reason more than once.

Before International Rescue existed, people had died on Raoul due to unexpected eruptions. IR could be there in minutes and it had been before.

So relief was the first emotion felt by Gordon on the bridge of his ship when Raoul appeared on his scanners. When her forested peaks finally crawled over the horizon he was quite surprised at the longing he felt for the Island. Sure, he hadn’t seen Mel for ages, but really?

The emotion was there, however, and as they approached and he piloted around the great volcano to the north shore, memories of visiting with his father all those years ago explained exactly why he was feeling the way he was.

A sigh. It had been a long day. He was obviously tired and a little maudlin.

“Hey, Mel. Ima knockin’ on your front door.”

A snort answered him over comms. “I can see you, Fish. You did go billionaire for this trip, dinya.”

“Only the best for my convalescing brother. Wouldn’t have done him any good to bounce him all the way home with those holes in him, would it?”

“Excuses, excuses, Thunderfish. Don’t you dare think I don’t have access to the specs on that beauty. The speed that girl can attain is definitely Thunderfish territory.”

It was Gordon’s turn to snort. “Like you would turn down an opportunity for a decent boat.”

“I have a decent boat, thank you.”

“Yeah, one I sourced and bought you after I saw that piece of crap the DOC had you relying on.”

“Not all of us are billionaires, Fish.”

“Yeah, well, I am and I choose to exercise it when necessary.” And it came out a little more strident than he had intended.

“Hey, Fish, take a breath. You okay?”

Great. Now he had Mel asking that question and he hadn’t even set foot on the Island yet. “I’m good. Stressful day.”

“Yes, but I am glad you were out there.”

“So am I.” The comms fell quiet a moment. “Meet you on the beach?”

“I’ll be there. Make sure you and your brothers are clean. I want no bugs, no seeds and no life other than Tracys coming in with you. You got that?”

He rolled his eyes. “We know the drill, Mel.”

“Yeah, well, if you had to fend off tourists on a regular basis, you’d be repeating yourself at all times. The last lot tried to bring a pair of cats onto the Island.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Bloody idiots swore at me when I rejected their request to land. Said their pets deserved some time off the boat. Ended up having to call the local WASP in to escort them out of the Sanctuary.”

“I bet Brandy was happy about that.” Having spoken to the woman earlier in the day and found her as curt as usual, he had no doubt a request like that coming from Raoul would have set her off nicely.

“Oh, she was professional. Coulda cooked my breakfast on the heat coming off her comm signal though. For a bit there I wondered if the tourists were going to survive the encounter. I doubt I will see them again.”

“You can always hope.”

Another snort. “Okay, Thunderfish, secure your vessel, clean your shoes and I’ll see you on the beach. Don’t forget to bring that gorgeous convalescing brother of yours.”

“Be nice.”

Her only answer was a laugh. “Raoul out.”

-o-o-o-

To say Scott was itching to get off the boat would be to grossly understate the state of his mind. Gordon was efficient in securing the yacht. He had no wish to find her run-aground in the morning, and Scott understood that perfectly. But it was frustrating to have to go over every piece of equipment to make sure no bugs had hitched a ride. He knew the reasons and agreed with them, but he just wanted off the boat!

Both Virgil and Gordon were quieter than usual and it worried him. Virgil insisted on packing his overnight bag no matter what Scott did to offer to help. He was moving slowly and Scott ended up leaving him to it before his frustration spilled all over his brother.

His own bag was packed and ready before the Island even appeared on the horizon.

Okay, so boats were not his thing, but it was only three days. Well, four now. He never thought he would be climbing the walls this badly.

The sight of all that land was just...exciting!

Alan thought it was hilarious.

“You might want to calm down there, bro. You’re gonna break something.”

He glared at his littlest brother lounging on the lounge with his gaming console.

Alan snorted and shot him a smart ass grin.

Little shit. “How goes the game?”

“Quite well, thank you. Just beat John to the next solar system and it is one with some serious resources. Now I have all I need for my intergalactic jump. He can eat my space dust.” His words were punctuated with some serious stabbing of the gaming console.

Scott arched an eyebrow. “You might want to keep an eye on him. You know what John is like in these things.”

“No, no, I’ve got him. It is all under control.” Alan was grinning.

The grin vanished a moment later as his console screeched at him. “What the-? A mine? He seeded it with mines?!” The console screeched again. Alan’s expression became tragic. “John, you asshole!”

From the other side of the boat. “Language, Alan!”

“I’ll give you language! That was my solar system!”

“Finders keepers.”

Alan shot to his feet and yelled the length of the boat storming off in the direction of his middle brother. His language went further south the closer he got to John.

Scott rolled his eyes. Alan never did learn. Both brothers were geniuses in their own way, but Alan just wasn’t quite as devious as John. John definitely embodied the theory that it was the quiet ones you had to keep an eye on.

-o-o-o-

Scott finally got off the boat half an hour later. All five brothers climbed into the inflatable with all their luggage. It was a squeeze and since Alan was still shooting daggers at John with his eyes, at times it was an uncomfortable ride.

“C’mon, Alan, it’s just a game.” Virgil’s calming baritone was tired. “Not worth the effort.”

“Just because its reality is virtual doesn’t make it any less important. Anyone with an AI daughter should know that.”

John groaned. “It was all in fun. Who thought you would be such a sore loser.”

“Loser?! I haven’t lost yet. Don’t count your space chickens before they’re hatched, Johnny.”

His astronaut brother only rolled his eyes.

Scott turned to Alan. “Space chickens? Really?”

“Well, he needed something to count other than mines.” And the glare was back.

“If you two don’t stop arguing I will join that game and obliterate both of you.” That got Virgil a pair of astronauts staring at him. Scott was staring himself.

It was almost a stunned silence only punctuated by the inflatable engine and the water it was pushing through.

“You?” How Alan got enough scoff into that one word was a feat in itself.

Virgil straightened where he sat, arm wrapped around his middle. “Yeah, me. What? You don’t think I could kick your butt in a video game?”

John’s voice was calm as always. “You haven’t played a video game in years, Virgil. Things have changed since we were kids.”

“Yeah, Pong is long gone.” Alan was grinning.

“Ha, ha. This morning you were both arguing over who I should help.”

“Yes, but that wouldn’t have been actual play. I was asking you to help me design engines. That is your wheelhouse, isn’t it?”

Scott couldn’t believe he was hearing this. “Hey, guys. I wouldn’t underestimate him.” In the field, Scott was the Commander of International Rescue, but he would be the first to admit that Virgil was essential to that command. The fact both his space brothers obviously weren’t considering that at all was concerning.

“Well, he’s obviously underestimating us. Go ahead, Virgil, it will be fun.”

“Yes, fun to watch Alan get beaten by both of us.” John’s grin was pure evil.

While Alan spluttered, Virgil smirked and Scott found a smile on his own face at the sight of his brother’s spirits lifting just a little.

“Okay, World of Warcraft, put your swords down, we’re about to dock.” Gordon throttled down the boat’s engine.

The word ‘dock’ may as well have been replaced with the word ‘rock’ because this landing was no easier than the one on Macauley. It did, however, have the advantage of Melissa Fisher standing on those rocks.

Slim, blonde and no nonsense, she caught the rope Scott threw her and tied it securely.

“Kia ora, Thunderfish.”

Gordon was off the boat and hugging the woman. “God, Mel, it is great to see you.”

“And you brought your brothers.” She said it as if it was a surprise, which they all knew it wasn’t. “Alan, I haven’t seen you since you were this high.” She held a hand to her waist.

Gordon snorted. “So last week, huh?”

Alan glared at his brother as he climbed out of the boat. “Hey, Mel. Yeah, it’s been a while.” He held out his hand and she took it in both of hers.

“Well, it is great to see you now.” She turned back to the remaining three brothers still in the boat bouncing on the waves. “Commander.” She nodded at Scott. “Hey, Spaceman.” John grinned at her. “I hear you took ill, Virgil. Sorry to hear that.”

Virgil lifted up a hand and waved briefly. “I’m good.”

Regardless, it took both John and Scott to get their brother off the boat and onto the rock and there wasn’t a shortage of winces in the process either.

Melissa stood in front of Virgil once he got his feet under him, a brother still either side, and looked him up and down. “You’re taking the skyrail up to the lodge. No way in hell are you climbing the hill in that condition.”

Scott rolled his eyes as his brother tried to protest. A gentle clap up the back of the head brought his denial to a sudden halt. “Hey!”

An arched eyebrow was enough to fend off his glare.

Alan and Gordon hauled their luggage out of the boat. The moment the boat was empty, they lugged the boat out of the water and trundled it across the rocks to a spot far above the high tide mark and secured it. Scott and John helped Virgil across the rocks towards the conveyor system that enabled luggage to be transported up the hill.

“You want me to ride a flying fox?” Virgil was staring at it in horror.

“It’s not a flying fox. Dad designed and built it to carry people when necessary. It is more a skyrail. Related to your chute, actually.” Though admittedly it didn’t look it.

“My chute?”

“Uh-huh. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“They must have taken it out with my appendix.”

“Well, you’re not climbing that hill. So Raoul Skyrail it is.”

Scott had to admit the expression on his brother’s face as they secured him in what amounted to a laidback zipline harness was quite amusing. There were some alterations made to avoid his brother’s incisions and Scott refused to let him go until he was sure he was comfortable and nothing was pulling on stitches, but it was definitely smile worthy to set him on his way.

Gordon took video.

The skyrail trundled Virgil up the hill at a gentle pace while the rest of them had to climb the hill themselves.

Didn’t stop Virgil glaring at them through gaps in the trees as he passed them.

“It is good to see you here, Commander.” Melissa showed no sign of exertion as they climbed the hill. “It gives me a chance to thank you in person for all the resources and assistance both International Rescue and Tracy Industries have supplied us with over the years. Not to mention the loan of your brothers from time to time.”

Scott smiled. “It’s our pleasure. You’re doing good here. It is our honour to be a part of it.”

She barely came up to his shoulder, so she had to look up at him. “Well, thank you anyway. Our job would be so much harder if it wasn’t for you. Hell, some of us would likely be dead. I just wanted you to know that it is very appreciated, Commander.”

His smiled widened. “It’s Scott, and you are most welcome.”

-o-o-o-

Virgil felt like an idiot.

Sure, it was a harness, big deal. But it was a harness that had him dangling several feet off the ground with no way to get down.

He was stuck.

And looked stupid.

It took ages for his brothers to catch up and the laughter on the part of the two youngest deserved some serious retaliation. “Just get me down from here.”

Even Scott had a smirk on his face. Melissa was all apologies. There were only three other people on the island at the moment and two of them were on the far side of it. And, okay, she had forgotten to ask Sam to come help.

“Sam’s here?” Gordon was all excitement like some damn puppy.

“Yes, Gordon. Sam is here, but you need to behave.”

“Hey, that joke was a once off. I just want to talk cetaceans with him.”

“And he definitely wants to talk to you about today. He nearly set off the volcano with his ranting earlier.”

“That is no surprise. Wouldn’t mind setting off a couple myself.”

“Guys? Please?” He was still dangling and this was ridiculous.

“Ooh, sorry, Virg.” The smirks on all his brothers’ faces as they helped him down were annoying. Even more so when both Scott and John walked into the compound either side of him, ready to shoot out a hand if he stumbled.

“For goodness sake, I’m fine.”

They ignored him.

Sam turned out to be a mirror image of Gordon except for the red hair, extensive freckling and a missing right foot. Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt loud enough to put Gordon’s colour scheme to shame, the man was wearing hot pink board shorts which left the mechanical portion of his lower right limb very obvious.

“Bitten off by a shark.”

“Excuse me?” Scott was frowning.

“That was the answer to the question on your face.” He frowned. “Gordo?”

Gordon grinned and stepping forward pulled the man into a hug. “Hey, Sam.” There was some mutual back slapping and they separated, holding each other at arm’s length.

“How are you? Have you gotten shorter?” Sam’s grin was infectious.

“No, but you’ve just lied to the Commander of International Rescue and the Chairman of Tracy Industries.”

The surfer’s eyes widened. “I wha-?”

Gordon stepped back and waved a hand in Scott’s direction. “May I introduce my eldest brother, Scott Tracy.”

Sam’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. “Oh my god. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It was a motorcycle accident. It’s just that it sounds so much cooler when a shark is involved considering my occupation and it’s a habit and I’m sorry, please don’t fire me!”

“Gordon, what the hell?” Exasperation was the only word for Scott’s tone.

It took another ten minutes to get Sam to stop apologising. Gordon got clapped up the back of his head for his trouble and the rest of them were eventually introduced. Sam’s eyes stayed wide for the entire time. “Gordo, I knew you were a Tracy, but this is amazing. This is International Rescue.”

“Uh, Sam, I am International Rescue.”

“Yeah, but you’re just you. This is THEM.”

Virgil had to grin at the outrage on Gordon’s face. Served him right.

-o-o-o-

End Day Three, Part Three

Day Three, Part Four

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☀️ cult of dionysus

a playlist for my friend caz link to playlist: here tracklist and favorite lyrics below

1. only as good as my god - everything everything And on the steps of my church There, I'm chasing down a red girl with my hooves upon a- Ooh - Wild Ooh - Child If they crawl out of the mud Wash them away in a flood I'm only as good as my god Burnt hair and more money 2. disciples - captain murphy Don't you want devoted followers? Who leave their families for you Give their money to you Give their bodies to you Give up their lives for you Consider you God, and will kill for you Don't you want to become a cult leader? Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open You can fill that void, here is how 3. dionysus - bts Just get drunk like Dionysus Drink in one hand, Thyrsus on the other Art splashing inside this clear crystal cup Art is alcohol too, if you can drink it, you'll get drunk fool I'm now in front of the door to the world The cheers I hear when I get up on stage Can’t you see my stacked broken thyrsus At last I’m reborn 4. good hand - turbowolf And I say No pain, no gain That's the mantra I'm repeating No sun, no rain That's the mantra I'm repeating No pain, no gain, no sun, no No pain, no gain, no sun, no rain 5. addicted to love - robert palmer Your lights are on, but you're not home Your will is not your own You're heart sweats and teeth grind Another kiss and you'll be mine 6. cult of dionysus - the orion experience Or start a secret society for the wild and free Our ideology is "You can do what you want Too much is never enough" We are the Life, we are the light We are the envy of the Gods above 7. hitting on all sevens - lyndon smith Make of me a subject caste Pressed and kept beneath thy glass Every heart thy sent in heaven Always hitting on all sevens One by one as ordered Flank to flank and facing forward Hanging by the word In chapter, verse and sentence heard 8. touch tone telephone - lemon demon Don't hang up yet, I'm not done I'm an expert, I'm the one The one who was right all along Better to be laughed at than wrong I'm an expert in my field UFOlogy, yes, it's all real Ancient aliens, it's all true I'm an expert just like you 9. sundial - lemon demon Don't mind me, I've just got some problems to work out I'm only passing through or maybe just right out Somehow something set my sundial backwards tilted and upside-down Now the shadow hand is pointing time right out of town I don't remember what it is that I just said to you I've got Anubis on my back and something in my shoe 10. mother’s talk - tears for fears It's not that you're not good enough It's just that we can make you better Given that you pay the price We can keep you young and tender Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre You were paid not to listen now your house is on fire 11. light up the night - the protomen There is a city that this darkness can't hide. There are the embers of a fire that's gone out, But I can still feel the heat on my skin. This mess we're in, well you and I, Maybe you and I, We can light up the night. 12. pure morning - placebo A friend in need's a friend indeed, A friend who'll tease is better, Our thoughts compressed, Which makes us blessed, And makes for stormy weather, 13. aspiring fires - mother mother Baby, so you think you know crazy I think you know what you know, But what you know you don't know for sure A little advice for aspiring fires You'll get put out if you don't get a little wild Try again, try again, it ain't right You don't got the due diligence to lose your mind You're not getting it right 14. oh ana - mother mother I'll play god I'll play god I'll play god I'll play god today Ante up and play that god a poker game Walk away with all our little God's spare change Playing this god it can't be good for— Ana's safety, Ana hear me ! 15. this devil’s workday - modest mouse So I ate the wedding cake 'til the whole damn thing was gone. And I'm gonna drown the ocean. Now ain't none o' that so wrong? I could buy myself a reason. I could sell myself a job. I could hang myself on treason. Oh I am my own damn god. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha 16. kiss me son of god - they might be giants I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" 17. personal jesus - depeche mode Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver 18. charlie’s inferno - that handsome devil Catch you later, I'm off to see the man upstairs They all look like ants from here Stars and crystal chandeliers Excuse me, sir! There must be someone you've confused me for If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform I go to church on sunday, truly, usually more! Screaming at the angels while they pushed him through the door! 19. old 45s - chromeo Don't wanna settle Or didn't you get the memo You only get a date if you're walking in stilettos This is enough to drive you mad If you think romance is dead and gone Find an old jukebox full of 45's Pop a nickel in it and it all comes back 20. down at the midnight rectory - ted neeley Down, down, down at the midnight rectory! With jiggle juice frisking under the marquee! The peacocks are strutting behind velvet ropes, Sipping away on their heavenly dope. Gimme two alleluia's and an amen! 21. elevate - dj khalil Can't stop me, can't break me (can't break) What don't kill me, gon' make me (gon' make) Shoot for the stars, no safety (no safety) And now I see clear in HD 'Cause I win, over and over again Battlin' evil, I'm hopin' to win Fightin' my demons, I'm nice for a reason Enticed with the bleedin', I'm showin' my sins 22. come along - cosmo sheldrake We'll dance and sing 'til sundown And feast with abandon We'll sleep when the morning comes And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs We'll be here when the world slows down And the sunbeams fade away Keeping time by a pendulum As the fabric starts to fray 23. just one yesterday - fall out boy I thought of angels Choking on their halos Get them drunk on rose water See how dirty I can get them Pulling out their fragile teeth And clip their tiny wings If heaven's grief brings hell's rain Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday 24. church - fall out boy And if death is the last appointment Then we're all just sitting in the waiting room I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom If you were church, yeah I'd get on my knees Confess my love, I'd know where to be My sanctuary, you're holy to me 25. beast dance - kurage p Cast aside your humanity, before you have to grovel on the ground, being at the bottom of society. You want to be loved? In that case, come on. ”Roar roar roar roar roar roar” Inside the cage, ‘kay? 26. black and white - MASA Pour the gospel echoing through the world into your glass. Black&White! Practice your faith through shots and prayers. Open the bottle. Black&White! 27. sister’s mercy - hitoshizuku-p Jesus!! Pray and pray Believer, if you demand for salvation Oh Yeah!! Then pay up more and more for this Bright Red, now! Cheers!! Pour and pour When you’ve filled your stomach with this bright Red, Aa! All your wishes will come true 28. inferno pt. 2 - the buttress The depth of my breadth is unmet I'm becoming unraveled on the road less traveled I know Jesus wept But I abhor the Lord Fell on my sword Forever slept 29. let’s just live - casey lee williams Let's just live Just one day Let's forget about our problems Let's fall in love with life And just be free The sun will never fade The night won't steal our day Let's dance and laugh and love And let's just live 30. ignite - casey lee williams Fool, you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fire You're goin' to regret this little fight You don't wanna mess with me, I'm something higher You'll watch yourself suffer You'll watch me ignite 31. god’s gonna cut you down - johnny cash Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What's down in the dark will be brought to the light 32. royals - lorde Let me be your ruler (Ruler) You can call me queen bee And baby, I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule) Let me live that fantasy 33. you should see me in a crown - billie eilish Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by, one One by one by You should see me in a crown 34. rev 22:20 - puscifer Pray til I go blind (Pray) Pray cause no one ever survives Prayin' to stay in her arms just to die longer Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies 35. this must be the place - talking heads Home, is where I want to be But I guess I'm already there I come home, she lifted up her wings I guess that this must be the place I'm just an animal looking for a home and Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead 36. razzle dazzle - richard gere Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate Give 'em the old hocus pocus Bead and feather 'em How can they see with sequins in their eyes? 37. you’ll be back - jonathan groff You say our love is draining and you can't go on You'll be the one complaining when I am gone And no, don't change the subject 'Cause you're my favorite subject My sweet, submissive subject My loyal, royal subject Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever 38. no light, no light - florence and the machine No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away 'Cause it's so easy, To say it to a crowd But it's so hard, my love, To say it to you out loud 39. shiny happy people - r.e.m Meet me in the crowd, people, people Throw your love around, love me, love me Take it into town, happy, happy Put it in the ground where the flowers grow Gold and silver shine Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing 40. a good song never dies - saint motel There was a moment, a hole opened in the sky A chance to join that pantheon For all the times they never heard your battle cry Now be an angel, sing along 'Cause a good song never dies It just reminds you of where you were The first time it made you cry The first time you felt alive 41. king of the clouds - panic at the disco Some only live to die, I'm alive to fly higher Than angels in outfields inside of my mind I'm ascendin' these ladders, I'm climbin', say goodbye This old world, this old world I don't trust anything Or anyone, below the sun I don't feel anything At all 42. battle for the sun - placebo I, I, I will battle for the sun, sun, sun, sun And I, I, I, I am the bones you couldn't break Break, break, break, break, break, break, break 43. walk like an egyptian - the bangles All the school kids so sick of books They like the punk and the metal band When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh) They're walking like an Egyptian All the school kids so sick of books They like the punk and the metal band When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh) They're walking like an Egyptian 44. credens justitiam - yuriko kaida and eri itoh Free, they are With no malice they sing quietly And they told me that my song was louder/lighter Their song Releases the day of all malice I want to be like them And my mind (their minds are) Free 45. 99.9 - mob choir The protagonist of this stage is me Cryin' my life, cryin' my psyche Cryin' my heart in such commonplaces Is this my ideal? Is this my mind? Ahh, I’m looking for the answer ! 46. cruel angels thesis - yoko takahasi But someday you will notice On those shoulders of yours There are strong wings To guide you to the far future. If there is any meaning In the fate that pulled us together, Then I am, yes, the Bible That teaches you of freedom. A cruel angel's thesis And then sorrow comes forth 47. peace and love on the planet earth - zach callison I guess we're already here I guess we already know We've all got something to fear We've all got nowhere to go I think you're all insane! But I guess I am too Is there anything that's worth more? Is there anything that's worth more? Is there anything that's worth more Than peace and love on the planet Earth? 48. now we can see - the thermals We were born in the desert We were reared in a cave We conquered in the sun but we lived in the shade We were born on an island we grew out of the sand Never saw another creature never knew another man 49. love today - mika I said Everybody's gonna love today Gonna love today, gonna love today I said Everybody's gonna love today Gonna love today Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to Love, love me, love, love me, love, love 50. where is my mind? - the pixies With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse If there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself .. Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 4 years

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 30 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: Wow, y’all! We did it! We’re at the last Hand in Glove chapter! What a ride it’s been, am I right? Enjoy this one. I tried to tie off most of the loose ends, buuuuuuut you know how I am. Expect the unexpected. There might be a sequel after Gold Digger’s done.

Warnings: fluff that’ll rot your teeth and the usual stuff.

Word count: who gives a duck?!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25 , Chapter 26, Chapter 27 , Chapter 28 , Chapter 29

Annie drove home on auto-pilot. Her mind felt like it’s sinking in quicksand. She's pregnant, again. She didn't plan to be pregnant, again. She needed to figure out how to tell Ben about it, again. This time was different, though. It wasn’t quite as scary as the last one. It wasn’t quite as upsetting. Deep down, it was actually exciting.

When she got home, she walked about in a daze, going from room to room. Trying to locate her partner in crime and his superhuman sperm cells. Passing by the glass doors to the back garden, she found him tossing a ball for Frankie to fetch and having a smoke.

She opened the glass doors and caught his attention. He beamed at her, looking over his shoulder.

"I'm pregnant."

"That's nice," Ben said, almost robotically, tossing the ball and watching Frankie chase after it. "Wait, what?"

"I'm pregnant," Annie repeated, "my eggo is preggo, Ben."

"As in, pregnant? Pregnant?" Ben stared at her. The cigarette fell from between his fingers. “Is it mine?”

"Of course it's yours, you wanker!"

"But you -" Ben started and stopped. " - and the -"

"Yeah, it turns out I'm one of the 0.8% it doesn't work for."

"Is it... it is still up there?"

"No. Dr. McCarthy took it out."

"How far along -"

"8 weeks."

"You're not pulling my leg?" Ben felt dizzy. Weak. "You're not taking a sick piss?"

"I'm pregnant, Ben." Annie started to smile and took his hand. She placed it right under her bellybutton. "Your almighty, ultra-strong, wicked swimmers are unstoppable."

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"You're wearing jewelry now?" Joe snickered and pointed at Ben's hand. "Did Hollywood affect you that much?"

Ben looked down at his hand and smiled. With Annie at work and Rory at daycare, he told the boys to come over to his house. It was time for him to break the news, now that they were back, well-slept and no longer jet-lagged.

"Oh, this ring has nothing to do with Hollywood," Ben smirked, "could one of you text Rami and see where he is? Anyone fancy a beer?"

Gwilym and Joe exchanged confused looks at Ben's fussiness and nodded. Ben was visibly nervous or excited about something and they could tell. Right from the moment he greeted them at the door.

"Help yourselves, gentlemen," Ben placed two six-packs on the living room coffee table and opened his own beer bottle. He bounced his knee as the three waited for Rami to join them. They busied themselves with idle chit-chat. They tried holding press-tour stories off for when all four will be present. When the doorbell finally rang, Ben sprung to his feet and almost ran for the door.

"Right, so of course I want to hear all about the press tour," Ben started as Rami sat down with his own beer bottle. "I have to break some serious news first."

"Oh... kay..." Rami glanced sideways at Joe as he took a sip from his beer.

"Annie and I got married."

The silence was deafening. You could hear a pin drop. Rami, Gwilym, and Joe stared at Ben, frowning and blinking.

"Did you lace this beer with something?" Gwilym finally asked.

"Nope." Ben tried to keep a serious expression on his face as he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers. He pointed at his ring finger with the other hand. "See? Wedding ring."

"When you say 'Annie and I got married'," Gwil scratched at his bearded chin, "what do you mean, exactly?"

"We're legally married." Ben rephrased his previous statement. "Went through the whole process, jumped through all the hoops. Brian, Roger and Jamie were our witnesses."

"When?" Gwil cocked his head.

"Three weeks ago."

"Was it on a whim?" Joe looked hurt. "Did you just decide to elope, just like that?"

"No. We planned it, very carefully."

"And you told no one because...?" Rami's beer-holding hand hovered halfway to his mouth.

"Annie insisted on it."

"Huh." Gwilym leaned back and rubbed his thighs. "That's..."

"A lot." Rami mused.

"We're also pregnant again." Ben blurted out and busied his mouth with his beer bottle again.

"He totally laced this with something," Joe announced and leaned forward. Anger etched on his features. "What the actual fuck did you just say?!"

"Calm down, Joe." Gwilym said and put a hand on Joe's shoulder.

"We're pregnant. Well, Annie is."

"What do you mean, she's pregnant?" Rami laughed nervously.

"Well, Rami," Ben smirked, "when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much -"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Joe's hands flailed.

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"And cut! We got it!!!"

Annie slumped her shoulders and stopped weeping, relieved that she didn’t have to run through the whole scene again.

Anne, her character, apprehended and jailed in the Tower of London, listened to the accusations against her. Upon hearing the long list of men who testified against her - one of which was her own brother - she broke down. The scene drained Annie and took 12 takes to get right. She felt dehydrated, puffy and very, very tired.

"You're pregnant?"

The entire set fell silent, all looking from Clara to Annie in utter shock. A lighting fixture creaked as it swung back and forth. An intern dropped a script to the floor. The thud reverberated around the large space.

Annie stared at her best friend, gobsmacked.

"Annie, you're pregnant and you didn't tell me?" Clara stomped over to her, eyes shooting daggers. Her costume rustling as she skipped over carefully camouflaged cords. "The secret wedding - fine, it's whatever. But this?!"

"Clara, this isn't the time nor the place to -" Annie stammered out, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Fuck that!" Clara snapped. "Annie, what the hell?"

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"So there will be an actual wedding?" Gwilym verified for the fifth time.

"Yes!" Ben groaned. "God!"

"And baby number two is due in...?"

"30 weeks."

"Wow." Rami fiddled with the label on his beer bottle. "Wow."

"Yeah." Joe huffed. "Big wow."

Ben's cheeks flushed crimson red. He felt like his parents were cross with him for being naughty. He didn't know if this was just shock or actual outrage at that point. He raked his fingers through his blond mop of hair, feeling quite ashamed.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner." Ben almost mumbled. "It's been really hard to keep everything secret. I almost spilled the beans three times. I wanted you guys to be in on it but -"

"But the Supreme Leader had other plans." Joe shook his head. "I get it. I'm fucking pissed, man, but I get it."

"We are happy for you, you know." Rami pursed his lips. "Just... overwhelmed with all the news."

"How did your parents take it?" Gwilym wondered.

"We told them the next day." Ben recounted. "They were confused at first, not sure if we're kidding or not. Then, they were angry with me for hiding it and doing it like... that. The pregnancy reconciled them. They're over the moon."

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"10 weeks?" Clara barked, pacing back and forth in Annie's trailer. "Ten whole bloody weeks?!"

"Yep." Annie pursed her lips and nodded sheepishly. "Ten whole weeks."

"Annie, why?" Clara stopped, planting her hands on her hips. "Why aren't you telling me anything anymore? And let me guess-” Clara’s upper lip curled in a menacing snarl, “ -Jamie knew all along!"

"Actually he didn't," Annie interjected. "You kind of announced it to the world with your little outburst on the set."

"Why would you keep secrets from me?" Clara's voice sounded almost whiney. "We're best friends since... forever!"

"Because these are the things I needed to not jinx, okay?" Annie explained, subconsciously resting a hand on her belly. "I know it's just superstition but ill-wishers are -"

"God, Annie!" Clara groaned. "Fuck the ill-wishers! Fuck you as well!

Pounding on Annie's trailer door interrupted the two. Clara marched over and opened it, quickly pushed aside by Mike and Jamie.

"You've got some explaining to do." Mike pointed at her.

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Anne Boleyn prepared herself for this - her execution - multiple times. The Hangman of Calais's arrival was pushed back due to weather and travel conditions. She joked with her ladies in waiting, earlier on in the day, talking about her little neck. Keeping up appearances. The show must go on!

She stepped onto the scaffold on the morning of May 19th, 1536. Escorted by Sir William Kingston, her jailer, Anne left the Tower's royal palace for the last time. The same place she slept in right before her coronation. Her crimson outfit trimmed with ermine, she made sure everyone present knew her status. Her reason for dying. She clasped her hands and took a step forward.

“Good Christian people,” Anne started shakily, “I have not come here to preach a sermon. I have come here to die." Anne took a shaky breath and squared her shoulders. "For, according to the law and by the law, I am judged to die," her voice carried as the crowd listened silently."And, therefore, I will speak nothing against it."

The crowd was mute as they solemnly listened to their Queen speaking her final words.

"I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak of that whereof I am accused and condemned to die," Anne looked at the peoples' faces. "But I pray: God save the King and send him long to reign over you!"

A small smile tugging at Anne’s lips as she watched the memories play out in her mind’s eye. "For a gentler, nor a more merciful prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign lord." Pausing, she looked up at the sky, for one last time. "And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best." A tear rolled down her cheek, quickly brushed away. "And thus, I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.”

Anne kneeled at the scaffold. Distracting her and making her look away from him and his sword, the executioner beheaded the queen with one stroke.

"And cut! That's a wrap!"

Annie heaved a sigh of relief and felt her hands shaking as she clutched at her little baby bump, almost showing. Her last scene is over. Greensleeves is finally finished.

Ben clapped furiously, hooting and hollering for his wife as she got up off the wooden scaffold. Her speech - Anne’s speech - although he had heard it more than a hundred times at that point had still managed to wring his heart and guts. It never ceased to amaze him how Annie and Anne sort of merged together. One mixing in with the other. Annie’s vows echoed in his ears. ‘I will kill for you and die for you.’

‘Oi, Jones!” Annie snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Earth to Jonesy!”

“You were amazing up there.” Ben smiled and wrapped his arms around her. “Breathtaking.”

“Let’s go celebrate!” Annie beamed up at him. “There’s cake!”

“Shall we, then,” Ben bend his arm and waited for Annie to hook hers with his, “my lady Greensleeves?”

###

Other than the odd work-related trip and appearance, Ben and Annie were honeymooning at home. They watched Annie’s baby bump, Pookie, grow. They watched Rory learn how to walk, talk. Turn into a tiny little human.

Annie laid back on the sofa, her head in Ben’s lap. His fingers idly twirled locks of her hair as they watched whatever was on the telly. Grateful to have the house for themselves. Learning every curve and edge of each other’s body after dropping Rory off at daycare. Nesting and preparing a bedroom for Rory and remodelling the nursery for the new baby.

“D’you think it’s a boy this time?” Annie wondered and looked up at her husband.

“Dunno.” He shrugged. “Do you want it to be?”

“I think so, yeah.” Annie looked down at her little bump. “Pookie, give us a hint.”

“Maybe there’s two -”

“Ben Jones, I will kill you.”

“I’m joking!” He laughed and tugged on her hair gently. “However many there are in there, I’ll love them.”

“What about names?” Annie started to sit up so she could turn around and face Ben. “Thought of any?”

“Well, Henry for a boy.” Ben shrugged.

“Really?” Annie snorted. “Henry?”

“Yes.” Ben nodded proudly. “Name fit for a king!”

“Right.”

“Why, do you have better ideas?” Ben scoffed.

“Richard.” Annie suggested. “Also a king.”

“Meh.”

“John.”

“John?” Ben looked at her as if she went mad. “John Jones?”

“Yes. Our little Jay Jay.” Annie cooed jokingly and nuzzled Ben’s nose with hers.

“Alexander.” Ben offered and rolled his eyes when Annie frowned. “What?!”

“We already have two A’s, Ben!” Annie pouted. “Annie. Aurora.”

“William.” Ben shrugged.

“Sounds to much like Gwilym.” Annie retorted. “What!”

“How?”

“Just - ugh! Not William.”

“Fine. Christopher?”

“Sounds like a Winnie the Pooh character. Christopher Jones.” Annie grimaced. “Peter?”

“No. Not Roger, either. Or Warren!”

“Mark?” Annie suggested.

“Might as well name it Galileo.” Ben scoffed. “Man, this better be a baby girl.”

###

Annie brushed her teeth before bed, happy to know that the baby’s heart is beating and there is only one of those beating hearts in her womb. She just finished rinsing when Ben entered the bathroom. He stood behind her as she bent over for the sink and held onto her hips.

“Seriously?” Annie looked up at him through the mirror, water dripping down her chin.

Ben bit his bottom lip and nodded slowly, cocking his head to the side as he examined her bum. Annie watched his reflection curiously. He gave her bum a light squeeze and rubbed it as if it were a crystal ball. Annie stood up straight and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I don’t know what it is, exactly,” Ben murmured and wrapped his arms around her waist, “but there is something about you that I just... “

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” Ben purred and leaned forward.

###

“Is he out?” Annie sobbed. “Is he okay? Is everything out?”

Whoever said that giving birth to the second baby is easy clearly lied. It all went down so fast. She didn’t have time for an epidural. She didn’t have time to even digest what was going on. One minute her water breaks, then wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, a human baby is introduced to the world.

“He’s out!” Ben beamed at his wife. “He’s out. Everything’s out. You did so well.”

“Ben, he tore me to pieces!” Annie violently wiped her tears away. “I’m hurting. I’m tired. I’m pissed the hell off. Stop smiling like that!”

“Annie, he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ben ignored his wife’s rant and brushed stray locks of hair away from her forehead. “And you are my hero, Annabelle Lee-Jones. You are an absolute rockstar.”

Annie sobbed incoherently in response.

“There he is, mummy!” the nurse said as she brought over the bundle of wailing joy. “Your beautiful baby boy!”

Annie took the bundle in her arms and looked down, tears still pouring down. Ben chuckled and wiped her tears away from the baby’s cheeks.

“What’s your name?” Annie whispered at the baby. “Galileo?”

“Annabelle…” Ben had an impatient edge to his voice.

“Well, what are we naming him, then?” She asked, stroking the baby’s little head gently.

“Oliver?” Ben suggested. Annie mulled it over in her head. “Alfred.”

“Alfred?” Annie looked up at her husband.

“Yes. Alfred.”

“Where did that come from?”

“A great English king.” Ben raised one finger in the air. “Classic name.” Another finger. “He’s clearly an Alfie -”

“Alfie.” Annie repeated, a smile lighting up her face. “Our baby Alfie.”

###

Ben and Annie stepped onto the dance floor, holding hands. Their guests clapped, hooted and hollered - all cheering for them as they made their “official” debut as a married couple. The music started blaring through the speakers as Annie and Ben took their place in the middle of the floor and wrapped their arms around one another.

Me and Mrs. Jones; We got a thing goin'on...

They gazed into each other’s eyes, oblivious to the world around them. Joe held Rory in his lap, pointing at her parents and talking animatedly to keep her awake and happy. Gwilym cradled baby Alfie as he slept, gobsmacked by the baby’s ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime.

We both know that it's wrong; But it's much too strong To let it go now…

Annie chose to wear the same dress she did on her original wedding day, flower crown in her hair. Ben opted for the tux he wore at the Oscars. He pulled her closer and dipped her back. Annie threw her head back and laughed heartily, gracefully kicking one leg up in the air. He picked her up and kissed her as they swayed to the music.

We meet every day at the same cafe Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there; Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite songs…

Annie looked over to the side and saw Rory and Joe having a very heated discussion. She beckoned them over with her hands, smiling brightly. Joe asked Rory a question, making her eyes light up. They stood up and he put her down on the floor. She held onto one of his fingers as they walked on the dancefloor. He bowed deeply and made Rory burst in a fit of giggles before he picked her up again and swayed alongside her parents as he sang along to the song.

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on; We both know that it's wrong; But it's much too strong To let it go now...

Ben smiled at the rest of the guests and nodded his head, signaling it was okay to join them in their dance. Couples started flooding the dancefloor within minutes, all swaying and rocking to the smooth R’n’B song Annie and Ben chose for their first dance.

We gotta be extra careful That we don't build our hopes up too high; Because she's got her own obligations And so, and so, do I...

When they discussed their first dance song options, they got into such a fight that they almost called the whole thing off. Annie wanted Best of My Love, Ben wanted Love of My Life. It was actually Rami who suggested the most appropriate song for them -

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong To let it go now…

His logic behind it was flawless. The song practically described Annie and Ben’s journey through the relationship. How they tried to hide it at first, insisting there’s nothing serious happening. How they came to terms with their relationship status and were so very careful at first. How Rory had happened when caution was thrown to the wind.

Well, it's time for us to be leaving It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine Tomorrow we'll meet The same place, the same time...

How heart wrenching their time apart from one another was. How hopeful they were. Counting down the days until Ben comes back to visit. How, even at their busiest, they always made time for themselves.

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong To let it go now...

###

“Mummy!” Rory ran over to the sofa with her favorite stuffed animal, followed by a yapping Frankie. “Mummy, Frankie did bad!”

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds; No, it's not like any other love This one is different, because it's us...

Annie groaned internally and closed her eyes. Alfie was attached to her breast while she fed him, the house was a total chaotic mess, Ben was away at some Cognac launch and all she wanted to do was just scream and run away. She played her favorite album to keep herself happy and sane. There was something about The Smiths that made her feel… normal.

Hand in glove We can go wherever we please; And everything depends upon How near you stand to me...

“Rors, baby, Alfie’s -”

“Frankie did baaaad!” Rory’s voice rose in volume and octave.

“What did she bloody do?!” Annie asked, her patience all but lost.

“Took my Pupper!”

“You’re holding your Pupper and he looks fine.” Annie raised an eyebrow.

“Frankie bad!”

And if the people stare Then the people stare; Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care; Kiss my shades...

“No, Frankie good.” Annie patted the empty cushion next to her, inviting Rory in for a cuddle. “Rory, are you jealous of Alfie and mummy?”

“No.” Rory skulked.

“Rors…”

“Mummy…”

Hand in glove The good people laugh; Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have...

“Tell you what.” Annie whispered. “When daddy gets home, we’ll have a whole day, just for ourselves. No boys allowed.”

“No boys?”

“None.”

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds; Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have...

The front door opened, making Rory stand up on the sofa expectantly.

“Uncle Joey?” Rory looked at Annie with sparkling eyes. “Uncle Gwilly?”

“Annie?” Ben’s voice boomed from the hall.

And if the people stare Then the people stare; Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care; Kiss my shades...

“Daddy!” Rory shrieked and scrambled off the sofa, doing a bee line for the hallway. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“There’s my girl!” Ben crouched down and let Rory crash into him. He picked her up and tossed her in the air, eliciting overjoyed squeals and shrieks. Her soft blonde curls bounced as she flew up in the hair and landed safely back in his arms. “Where’s Mum?”

So, hand in glove I stake my claim I'll fight to the last breath; If they dare touch a hair on your head I'll fight to the last breath; For the good life is out there somewhere, So stay on my arm, you little charmer...

“In here!” Annie called and winced when Alfie dug his nails into her boob. “Alfie’s eating!”

Ben stood at the doorway to the living room and blinked, gobsmacked. It looked like a tornado had run through, destroying and overturning everything in its’ path.

“Are you okay, Annie?” He asked.

“What? Yes, I’m fine.” Annie frowned. “Why?”

“Because it seems like we had a burglary going on while I was off.” Ben smirked.

“Oh, shove it!” Annie stuck her tongue out at him. “You try taking care of these two little ducks and see how far it gets you with housekeeping.”

“I know.” Ben put Rory down and sauntered over to the sofa, plopping down next to his wife. “I ducking love you. I don’t care about the mess.”

“Mess?” Rory chimed in. “I clean!”

“Oh, now you’ll clean?” Annie scoffed.

“I clean for daddy.” Rory huffed and went about tidying up and putting all her toys away.

“Don’t you never, ever leave me home alone again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But I know my luck too well; Yes, I know my luck too well; And I'll probably never see you again; I'll probably never see you again...

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Sanctuary: Chapter 27

Pairing: Wolfstar

Summary: The epic tale of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, from their first meeting until their happily ever after.

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Saturday, 8th January 1972

After their very successful trip into Hogsmeade on Tuesday afternoon, the rest of the week sped by. They progressed to working on mid-level diffindo in Charms, using the spell to chop up a thick tree branch. In Transfiguration, they were working on turning ice into steam, and they brewed the deflating draught in Potions, making sure to bottle some of Peter's for their collection. On Saturday morning after breakfast, Remus excused himself from the group to go to the library in search of the elusive Spectral Essence, while the rest of them were going to look for the unopenable door on the sixth floor. They planned to concentrate on the west wing as they'd already searched all the main building and east wing of that floor.

They waved Remus off on the fourth floor and were continuing up the stairs when they were stopped by a shout from behind.

'Sirius! May I speak with you?'

Sirius turned around and glanced back down the stairs.

'Who's that?' James asked. 'She's pretty.'

Sirius grinned. 'Course she is. She's a Black. That's my cousin, Andromeda.'

James frowned. 'Want me to get rid of her?'

'No, it's okay,' Sirius said with a laugh. 'I actually like this one.' He bounded back down the stairs, and James and Peter followed.

'Hey, Andy,' he said when he reached her. 'What's up?'

'Oh, cousin. Have you lost all your manners already?' Andromeda asked.

Sirius stood up straighter and cleared his throat. 'Not at all, my lady,' he said before bowing politely. 'To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?'

Andromeda laughed. 'Very theatrical. I'm sure Aunt Walburga just adores you.'

'If the day ever comes that she does, just avada me.' Sirius put his hands together in a begging gesture. 'Promise me, cousin.'

'I'm afraid I may not be around to keep that promise,' Andromeda said. 'That's why I wanted to speak with you.'

Sirius immediately stopped being silly and paid attention. 'What do you mean? Are you in trouble?'

'In a way,' she said. 'I plan to announce my engagement in the summer. I don't believe the family is going to be very happy about it.'

'They don't already know about it?' Sirius asked. That was extremely unusual; all marriages in his family were formerly arranged by the betrothed's parents.

'No,' she said, shaking her head. 'That's partly why they won't be happy about it.'

Sirius raised an eyebrow. 'Only partly? Andy, whatever have you done?'

'I'm engaged to a man named Edward Tonks,' she said.

Sirius gasped. 'Oh shit, Andy.' She didn't need to say anything more. Tonks was not a wizarding name. 'Don't tell them, just go. Run away and be happy,' Sirius said, meaning every word.

Andromeda shook her head. 'I have to give them a chance to accept him.'

'But they won't, Andy. You know they won't,' Sirius said, grabbing her hands. He wanted to shake some sense into her. What she was planning was dangerous. For her and for this Edward guy.

'Why not?' James asked, startling Sirius. He'd forgotten James and Peter were there.

'Hi. I'm James Potter, and this is Peter Pettigrew. We're Sirius' best friends,' James said, offering his hand to Andromeda politely. 'Why won't your family accept him?'

'You're his best friends, but you can't figure that out?' Andromeda asked, raising her eyebrows. 'Ted is muggle-born.'

'Oh,' James said. 'Damn.'

Andromeda inclined her head. 'Exactly.'

'If you're dead set on this insane plan and I can't change your mind, what can I do to help? What do you need me for?' Sirius asked.

'When I make the announcement, I'd like you to speak up for me, as the heir to our House,' Andromeda said.

Sirius snorted. 'That's not going to help you. Don't get me wrong, I'll do it. More than happy to. But it won't do you any good.' He shrugged. 'Didn't you hear? I'm a disgrace.'

Andromeda smiled. 'You may be a breath-taking disgrace, dear cousin, but you are still the heir. Your word carries a certain weight. If only a little.'

'A breath-taking disgrace, huh? First time I've ever been called that,' Sirius said with a chuckle. 'As I said, I'll speak up for you at the announcement, but I doubt it will help. If I'm right, and they do disown you, I'll just reinstate you when I inherit, so don't worry too much about it.'

Andromeda smiled. 'Thank you, cousin. Don't ever change, will you? I foresee our House blossoming under your guidance.' She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. 'I'll see you in the summer then.' She turned to James and Peter. 'It was nice to meet you both.'

'It was nice to meet you too, Andy. Good luck with your engagement,' James said.

'Thank you. You're very kind,' she said, inclining her head before turning and heading down the stairs to the Slytherin common room.

Sirius stayed where he was for a moment, staring after her. If Andy was ejected from the family, he'd only have his Uncle Alphard and Reggie left. He was already outnumbered as it was. How was he going to survive another six years until he was old enough to leave?

'You alright, mate?' James asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Sirius shook himself out of his thoughts. 'What? Oh, yeah. I'm alright. No point worrying about it yet, is there? Summer is months away. Come on, let's go find that door.'

Sirius hurried up the stairs, forcing an end to the conversation as James and Peter scrambled to keep up with him. He didn't want to talk to them about his family issues right then. It was too much. And he didn't want to think about what might happen to Andy when she announced she was marrying a muggle-born. He'd heard the stories of disgraced ancestors and what was done to them.

After an hour of searching, they found what they believed to be the unopenable door at the end of an empty corridor. It was jet black and had no identifying marks at all. Not even a doorknob. They weren't able to get it to open with alohomora, so, believing they'd been successful, they returned to Gryffindor tower to await Remus and find out if he'd found the recipe for the potion.

As they walked into the common room, Sirius glanced at the noticeboard to see if I had posted their times for Gryffindor's sand-war heats yet. They hadn't, but there was a new notice on the board that caught his eye.

'James, Pete. Look at this,' he said.

Hogwarts Chiefs of Raucous Revelry

are pleased to announce

The Hogwarts Annual Super Secret Creature Hunt

The hunt will take place, as always, in the Forbidden Forest

Sunday, 13th February

9:00 - 16:00

Please be aware that this event is dangerous. It involves traversing the Forbidden Forest and actively searching for potentially dangerous animals. As such, lessons on offensive and defensive magic will be provided for four weeks before the hunt.

If you wish to take advantage of these lessons, please meet in classroom 12c on the third floor on the next four Saturdays at 1pm.

This hunt is about spotting creatures, not killing them. Any team caught intentionally harming any creature, other than in self-defence, will be immediately disqualified.

As always, teams must consist of four people.

Under no circumstances reveal the existence of the Hogwarts Annual Super Secret Creature Hunt to any member of Hogwarts staff, under pain of shunning.

They signed up right away without waiting for Remus to agree; they were all sure he'd be well up for it, and then they went up to the dorm. Sirius grabbed a butterbeer from their stash and leapt onto his bed before cracking it open.

'We've only got a few left, you want to make a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and get some more?' James asked, grabbing his own bottle.

'Sure. Sounds like a laugh,' Sirius said with a shrug.

'I think I'll stay here this time,' Peter said. 'Remus promised to help me with that essay for History.'

'Alright, but we're going to need both of you to help get the bottles up the slide. You'll have to meet us at a specified time or something,' James said.

Peter nodded. 'Yeah, we can do that.'

Just then, the door opened and Remus walked in, his nose stuck in a book. He closed the door behind him, walked over to his bed and sat down, all without looking up.

'Did someone stick that book to your face?' Sirius asked.

Remus jumped a little, and his head shot up in surprise. 'Oh, I didn't realise you were back, sorry.'

'Well, it's hard to notice that sort of thing when you're not looking,' James said, laughing. 'What's so interesting about that book?'

'I found the potion,' Remus said. 'But it's ridiculously complicated. It's actually in a book called The world's most complicated potions.'

'Show it to Pete,' James said, not seeming concerned.

Remus handed the open library book to Peter and sat back down while he looked over the recipe.

'He's right, this is going to take at least a month to brew. Probably more like three with having to put it under stasis for lessons,' Peter said. 'And some of these ingredients are going to be a nightmare to collect.'

'We can do it,' James said, puffing out his chest. 'We just need to find a secure location to brew it.'

'What about the room behind the portrait on the third-floor?' Sirius asked.

Remus shook his head. 'No good, all you have to do to get in is to threaten the portrait, and he's so annoying people probably open it by accident all the time.'

'We'll find somewhere,' James said. 'We're the Marauders. Oh, by the way, Remus. We signed up for the creature hunt next month, and we have to go to defence lessons every Saturday afternoon until then.'

Remus paled. 'Creature hunt?'

-o-o-o-o-

Three days later, Sirius and the other Marauders were prowling the corridors on the hunt for Peeves. They needed poltergeist ectoplasm for the Spectral Essence, and if Peeves refused them, then they weren't sure what they would do. Poltergeist ectoplasm was incredibly rare and therefore expensive. Even James couldn't afford to buy it.

They found Peeves floating along the fourth-floor corridor outside the library, dumping water balloons on anyone who tried to go in or out. The Marauders took their soaking with good grace; they wanted Peeves to be amenable.

'Good Afternoon, Peeves. How many people have you managed to soak?' Sirius asked.

'Thirty-seven,' Peeves said, cackling.

'Nice!' James said.

Peeves frowned at them. 'What are you lickle firsties after? The rest of you run away when they see me, but you stop to talk. It's suspicious.'

'We knew you were smart. There's no fooling you, is there?' Remus said.

'Flattery will get you nowhere, Loony,' Peeves said, doing a back-flip in mid-air. 'Tell old Peevsy what you want, and maybe we can strike a deal. Peeves knows you are bad little boys.'

'Now who's doing the flattering?' Sirius said with a grin. 'We need a cup of your ectoplasm, good sir.'

'Ooh. That's a big ask, that is. Old Peevsy will need a lot in return.'

'Your wish is our command,' Sirius said, bowing to the poltergeist who cackled again in response.

'Hmm. You know, old Dumbles uses horrible magic to keep Peevsy from joining your classes. Poor Peevsy can't have any fun when the students is learning.' He shook his head sadly before looking up with an evil smirk. 'But you ickle firsties can get in.'

'You want us to disrupt a class and cause mayhem? Easy,' James said. 'Done.'

'Not just one class, Potty,' Peeves said, shaking his head. 'I want you to cause mayhem in four classes. You can choose which ones, but they can't be your own. And this is just for starters. You have to complete three jobs for me if you want my ectoplasm.'

'Deal,' Sirius said.

'Ooh, you is bad little firsties,' Peeves said before flying away down the corridor, cackling gleefully.

Sirius turned to look at the others. 'So…' he said. 'We can make this easy on ourselves. The divination teacher seemed like a good sport, Flitwick, Hawthorne and Slughorn. Or—'

'We can have fun with it, and hit McGonagall four separate times,' James finished for him with a grin.

'I pick that option,' Sirius said.

'Seconded,' James said.

Remus and Peter groaned and shared a look of resignation.

'Might as well get started, then,' Remus said. 'What do you want to do?'

They spent ten minutes planning before making their way to McGonagall's classroom. When they got there, Sirius peeked through the door.

'Fifth year, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw,' he said, pulling his head back out of sight.

'The Ravenclaws will not be amused,' Remus said.

Sirius shrugged. 'Not my fault they don't have a sense of humour.' With that, he flung the door open with a yell of, 'Minnie, my treasure! I cannot go another second without declaring my undying love for you!'

McGonagall stopped mid-sentence and stared at him, utterly stunned. Sirius took the opportunity to march up to her, grab her hand and fall to his knee. James, Remus and Peter followed him into the room, roaming between the desks and shooting glitter and heart-shaped confetti into the air with their wands.

'You are the smartest and most beautiful woman I've ever met. Please will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' Sirius asked, managing with great difficulty to keep a straight face.

The Hufflepuffs in the room were giggling, but most of the Ravenclaws looked annoyed and were brushing the glitter and confetti off of their desks irritably.

'Mister Black,' Professor McGonagall said, looking down her nose at him. 'I'm flattered, but I'm afraid I must decline.'

Sirius gasped and pressed his hand to his heart. 'Minnie, you have broken my heart. I may never recover from this brutal rejection.'

'Be that as it may, Mister Black. My answer is still no. However, you will have plenty of time to pine over me. Detention every night for the next two weeks.' She looked to the other Marauders. 'All of you.'

'Ah, Minnie, you still love me after all,' Sirius said, jumping to his feet and bowing. 'I will see you tonight, my queen.'

The Hufflepuffs in the room chuckled as the Marauders sauntered out of the classroom and closed the door behind them.

'I can't believe you called her Minnie to her face,' James said, laughing.

Sirius chuckled. 'Out of everything I said, that's what you focus on?'

They received their first detention slips at dinner that evening. Their crime had been recorded as, "Disrupting a lesson to propose to a Professor," and their punishment was to help Professor Sprout in the greenhouses, providing them the perfect opportunity to scope out the location of the leaping toadstools. They were in greenhouse three, but they had to harvest them under a full moon, so they couldn't take them yet.

Sirius was annoyed that they would all need to stay up late on the full moon. It meant he would be able to spend less time in the tunnel with Moony, keeping Remus safe. But there was nothing he could do about it. The mission would require at least two of them. He just hoped Moony wouldn't do too much damage before he was able to get there.

The next morning Sirius snuck out of the castle before dawn to collect a dewdrop from the grounds. He had been delegated the task by James because he was "the Marauder least bothered by getting up early." It was a little unfair. James had woken them all up at the crack of dawn on several occasions. He clearly didn't mind waking early either.

Sirius made up for his early morning by sleeping through History. He could borrow Remus' detailed notes later if he needed to know the information. Charms was tough. Professor Flitwick had returned their own hacked up tree branches from the last lesson to them and told them to use Reparo to make them whole again. It was a devious tactic. The ease of Reparo was directly related to how clean the break was. If they'd done a good job in the last class, it would be easy, and vice versa. Sirius had not done a good job in the last class. He could have if he'd wanted to, but he'd thought it would be funny to hack his tree branch up as badly as he could manage. If you thought about it objectively, he'd done stupendously at the task he was attempting; doing it badly.

On their way to lunch, Peter spotted a notice for the next Hogsmeade weekend. The third-years and above would be allowed into the village on Saturday 22nd, the weekend after next.

'Good time to go shopping for ingredients, don't you think?' Sirius asked, looking at James. We'll blend in with everyone else.'

James nodded. 'We'll have to be back by lunchtime though. We have the creature hunt prep in the afternoon.'

'Yeah, don't want to miss that,' Sirius agreed. 'We could use a few offensive spells in our repertoire. It's so annoying that they don't teach us any until second-year.'

'They'll be useful for the sand wars too,' Peter said as they entered the Great Hall.

'Do you think it's safe to be learning spells above our level? You remember what McGonagall said about draining all our magic,' Remus said.

James shrugged as he sat down at the table. 'I'm sure the Chiefs know what they're doing.'

'You're only saying that because they picked you to bequeath their legacy to,' Remus said.

James puffed his chest out. 'Exactly. They clearly have superior judgement.'

Remus chuckled. 'Or, you know, they're stark-raving mad.'

'I resent the implication of that remark,' James said before taking a large bite of his sandwich.

Sirius grabbed his own sandwich. 'Maybe you're both right, intelligence and madness aren't mutually exclusive.'

They lingered in the Great Hall until they saw Minnie enter, and then they hurried to the Transfiguration classroom and let themselves inside. They quickly spread out, having already planned who would do what, and they worked like a well-managed shroud of house-elves, planting the whizzing worms and fireworks around the room and setting them to go off ten minutes into the lesson. As soon as they were finished, they left and hid in a nearby alcove to watch the results.

Sirius was delighted to see third-year Gryffindors and Slytherins arriving for the next lesson. Several of the students they had caught in acts of bullying were there. He felt a little bad for Frank Longbottom—he seemed like a good guy—but he was a Gryffindor. It would take more than fireworks and whizzing worms to scare him.

At twenty to two, the mayhem began. First, the whizzing worms went off. With an ear-splitting shriek, they shot out of the nooks and crannies the Marauders had hidden them in and flew around the classroom. Or, at least, Sirius assumed that was what was happening. He could only hear the squeals and cries that were the result. The fireworks went off next, with deafening bangs and flashes of coloured light bright enough to light up the dim corridor. The squeals inside the classroom turned to screams and students began pouring out of the door. Professor McGonagall marched out of the classroom, glanced left and right, and made a beeline for their alcove. She pulled back the tapestry and glared at them. Sirius tried very hard to stifle his laughter, but it burst from him in a loud snort. McGonagall's lips twitched a little.

'How did I know you four would be behind this?' she asked. 'And that you wouldn't be able to resist staying to watch the result?'

Sirius grinned at her. 'It's because you know us so well, my love.'

McGonagall pursed her lips. 'I'm starting to wish I didn't know you at all. Another two weeks of detention.' She sighed, turned away and muttered, 'Not that I think it will do any good.'

Sirius waited until she had ushered her students back into the classroom and closed the door before turning to the others. 'If we keep hitting Minnie's class, we'll be in detention until we graduate.'

Remus nodded in agreement. 'We already have a month. It's going to eat into a lot of our free time already.

'You want to hit someone else for the last two?' James asked.

'I think we probably should,' Sirius said. 'Flitwick's a good sport. And Slughorn adores us.'

James grinned. 'Yeah, he's sickening, but might as well take advantage of his preference for the rich and powerful.'

They returned to Gryffindor tower to make plans to hit Flitwick's and Slughorn's classes during their two free-periods the following day. On the way in, they checked the notice-board and found the times had been posted for the first round of Gryffindor heats on Saturday.

James frowned. 'We're not on here.'

'That's probably for the best,' Remus said. 'If we don't compete until next month, we'll have had four weeks of lessons for the Creature Hunt. We'll stand a much better chance.'

'We should go watch anyway, get an idea of the competition,' Peter said.

James grinned. 'You're right, it gives us an advantage.'

Sirius didn't think he'd ever get used to how quickly James' mood could switch. One minute he was morose and downtrodden, the next happy and excited. It was unnerving.

'We better get some homework done if our evenings for the next month are going to be taken up with detention, the weekends with sand-wars and Creature Hunt prep and our free-periods with collecting potion ingredients,' Remus said.

Sirius blinked. 'Gods, you're right. We have a lot going on, don't we?'

-o-o-o-o-

It was funny, Remus thought as he watched his friends with their heads bent over books and parchment, that everyone considered James and Sirius to be lazy trouble-makers. The more he got to know them, the more he realised how untrue that was. Sure, they themselves claimed not to care about schoolwork, but despite that, they were diligent about getting their work completed on time, and he had never known either of them to get anything less than an E on an essay.

Peter tried exceptionally hard too, Remus thought fondly, turning his attention to the blonde head of his other friend. He was outstanding at Potions, of course, but he also did well in Herbology, since the two subjects were closely linked, and with all the practice he got thanks to their mischief, he was improving in Charms and Transfiguration. He was fairly poor at History and Defence, but the others were always willing to look over his essays and give him some pointers. They took the Marauders Code very seriously, even if the 'aid' was merely pointing out mistakes in an essay about the 16th Century Goblin Rebellion.

After dinner that evening, they dutifully attended their detention for Sirius' proposal, which that day was to be taken by the groundskeeper, Hagrid. Their detention slips had told them to report to Hagrid's hut at 6:30 pm. They arrived promptly after crossing the grounds, stepping around the few patches of snow still left, and Hagrid was waiting for them in the little garden next to his hut.

'There yeh are. I hear yers been havin' some fun with Professor McGonagall,' he said when he spotted them coming down the path. 'Well, come on then. You fours goin' to help me weed the garden ready fer planting in the Spring.'

It was hard physical labour, and Remus found it exhausting, but Hagrid kept up a merry conversation while they worked, and before they left, he invited them to come and visit him for tea whenever they got the chance. Remus thought Hagrid seemed really nice despite his rather intimidating appearance, and even though his muscles were aching, it was one of the more pleasant detentions he'd had.

During Thursday's first free period, they hit Professor Flitwick's class of second-year Slytherins and Ravenclaws. Taking inspiration from the Niffler Hunt, they "borrowed" a couple of brooms from the broom shed, and James and Sirius flew up to the windows of the classroom, with Peter on the back of James' broom and Remus on the back of Sirius', and charmed dungbombs to soar into the classroom and explode.

Remus found it a little easier that time. They didn't need to go as high and he was wearing both his gloves and hood (which even morphed to match his hair), so he wasn't concerned about contact, but flying was still terrifying and he was glad to be back on the ground. They didn't get caught, Flitwick was too slow to get to the window, and they were long gone by the time he looked outside.

They hit Slughorn's class Friday afternoon. At lunchtime, they snuck into his office and checked the curriculum. After discovering Slughorn was covering pepper-up potion with his fifth-year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, they snuck into the supply cabinet and switched the essence of belladonna with essence of dittany. Peter assured them that it would cause everyone's potions to emit a foul odour before evaporating into dust. The plan, unfortunately, meant they wouldn't be able to see the resultant confusion and disgust, but they just couldn't afford any more detentions. They had far too much to do.

They searched for Peeves Friday evening but weren't able to find him before they had to go to detention, peeling salamander eyes for Slughorn. It was a revolting task, and they all went straight to the showers when they were finished.

Saturday morning dawned overcast but dry. Not that it mattered. It was always warm and sunny in the beach room. James thankfully let them sleep in until eight before waking them all up by leaping on Sirius and Peter. Remus was almost grateful for his lycanthropy that saved him from such a fate.

Almost.

The four Marauders hurried through breakfast and made their way to the beach room to watch the competition and get an idea of what they would be up against. The beach-room was already busy with students enjoying their weekend, and there was a sizable crowd at the far end where the sandcastles had been set up, surrounded by magical barriers to keep spectators out of the battle zone.

The sandcastles that had been built in preparation for the Gryffindor matches were far superior to the ones the Marauders had made on Sirius' birthday. They were tall, square and large enough to fit four people inside comfortably. Each castle had two levels from which to fight and four red and gold flags, one in each corner.

At nine o'clock, the two Gryffindor seventh-year prefects called for attention and everyone stopped chatting to listen.

'Welcome, to the first of Gryffindor's three sand war heats. The rules are simple. When a flag reaches ground-level, it will turn white. When all four of your flags are white, you're out. You may use any spell that you know to attack the other castles and to defend your own, but you must stay inside your castle. Years 4, 5, 6 and 7 will compete this week, to give the younger years more time to prepare. Years 1, 2 and 3 will compete in a month's time. The winners from both weeks will compete during the third heat until only two teams remain. Those teams will represent Gryffindor in the semi-finals. Are you ready?'

The crowd cheered in confirmation, and the first four teams were called up. They were all seventh-years, and as they took their positions inside the giant sand-castles, Remus began to feel a little worried about their chances. That feeling only intensified when the fighting began.

Spells flew back and forth between the competitors at lightning speed. The multi-coloured flashes of light and loud bangs made him feel dizzy trying to keep up with the action. The fighters were just as proficient in defence as they were in offence though, and the castles stood up well under the assault.

'Do you see how all the teams have two members dedicated to defending, and two to attacking?' James asked.

Remus watched carefully. 'Yeah, but they don't all seem to trust each other. The attackers on those teams,' he said, pointing. 'Keep switching to defence. It's working against them.'

'You're right,' Sirius said. 'Their castles are definitely going down quicker.'

'So if we trust each other and stick to our roles, we'll have a better chance?' Peter asked.

'I think we can do that, don't you?' James said with a grin.

'We've had plenty of practice at it,' Sirius said with a chuckle.

It was true. Their mischief making thus far had necessitated putting their trust in each other, sticking to their assigned tasks and not deviating, even under pressure. And they excelled at it.

The battle ended ten minutes later, and the next set of seventh-years went head to head. The tactics were similar and so were the pitfalls, although Peter noticed something else during that match.

'That team,' he said, pointing. 'The attackers are using fancy spells that look exciting, but they don't seem to be doing much.'

'Don't show off,' Remus said gravely. 'That's going to be difficult for some of us.'

'Hey!' Sirius and James said at the same time.

'I resent that remark,' James said, sticking his nose in the air.

'I never said I was talking about you,' Remus said, laughing. 'You just assumed.'

James chuckled. 'Okay, so we'll stick to simple, fast spells.'

'Fast but effective,' Sirius said. 'Sounds like your style, James.'

James shoved Sirius in the shoulder. 'Shut up.'

Remus spoke up to keep a fight from breaking out between the two. 'It seems to work best if the defenders are up top and the attackers below.'

'Which of us should do what, do you think?' James asked.

'Probably best if we wait until we've had some lessons. See what we're good at,' Peter said. 'Or not worst at, anyway.'

'Hey, stop with that pessimistic nonsense, mate,' Sirius said, putting his arm around Peter's shoulders. 'You're going to do great, I know it.'

They stayed until lunchtime and then left to get some food before their Creature Hunt Prep lessons. The battles had reached the fifth years by that point, and they had picked up some useful tactics. Unfortunately, everyone else watching had probably noticed the same things.

They arrived at classroom 12c five minutes early, but there were already around forty students crowded into the room. Remus wasn't overly excited about spending hours in such a crowded space, but he'd worn his gloves and hood in preparation, so he wasn't too anxious either.

At 1:30 pm, two men walked on to the stage. Remus didn't recognise either of them, and they looked far too old to be students.

'Who are they?' Sirius asked.

'No idea,' James said with a shrug.

A fourth-year Ravenclaw standing nearby overheard and leaned over to whisper, 'They're the Chiefs' disguises. No one knows who they really are. Whenever they do show themselves, they look like that.'

'Thanks,' James said, nodding at her. When she moved away, he bent close to Remus and the others. 'I wonder if we'll get to find out who they are when we pass the test.'

'Don't you mean "if"?' Remus said, raising an eyebrow.

James frowned at him. 'No, I mean "when". You should have more faith in your friends, Remus.'

Remus chuckled but was saved from answering by one of the men on stage clearing his throat.

'Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between. We are gathered here today to impart knowledge and wisdom from our eldest to our youngest. A noble endeavour and I'd like to begin by thanking those from the upper years for so generously donating your time to help teach our younger peers how to survive The Creature Hunt, as you all were once taught yourselves, so many years ago.'

The audience chuckled, clapped and hooted, and the Chiefs' waited patiently for the noise to die down.

'We will begin, as always, with a nod to safety, and we will repeat what your professors have already told you. Never, ever attempt a spell that you are not positive is within your capabilities. With that in mind, I'd like you to form an orderly queue. We are going to perform a simple and painless spell to assess the strength of your magical cores and so determine what level of spell you'll be permitted to learn today.'

Remus' mouth went dry and his heart skipped a beat. Would his lycanthropy show up on the test? What would they do? Was his secret about to be revealed to everyone here? The others were already moving towards the queue that was forming at one end of the stage.

'You coming, Remus?' Sirius asked. He was looking at Remus with a concerned expression. Remus knew he was acting odd and drawing attention. There was no choice, if he left now it would look suspicious. He would have to go through with the test and hope it either didn't show up, or if it did, the Chiefs' would have the decency to not mention it publically.

'Yeah, sorry. Was in my own little world there,' Remus said, joining Sirius and slipping between him and James in the queue. They moved to make room for him, and Remus felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. Would they hate him when he reached the front of the queue? He would find out soon enough. The queue was moving fast. Both of the Chiefs were performing the spell, and it only took a few seconds to cast. The Chiefs would then tell the student what level they were currently at and move on to the next people in the queue.

It only took five minutes for Remus to reach the front, and he stepped onto the stage along with Sirius and approached the Chiefs. The two disguised students waved their wands and checked the results, which appeared on a sheet of parchment each of them was holding.

The Chief who was testing Remus looked up from his parchment and raised an eyebrow. Remus held his breath.

'Twelve,' he said. 'That's impressive for a first year. You can learn stupefy, protego, relashio and flippendo.'

Remus breathed out a relieved sigh and nodded. 'Thank you.'

He moved away to wait for his friends. They quickly joined him and compared results. Sirius and James were both nines and were allowed to learn the same spells as Remus. Peter was a seven and allowed to learn everything but relashio. They were all impressed to hear Remus was already so much stronger than them, but didn't seem suspicious about it. James was excited about the potential for future mischief, though.

The first lesson was pretty boring. They were put into groups according to their level and current knowledge and learned the theory behind stupefy and protego. The first practical would be the following week.

On their way back to Gryffindor Tower, they bumped into Peeves lurking on the Grand Staircase and throwing frog's spawn at passers-by.

When he spotted them, he swooped down and hovered in front of them, but a little above their heads, forcing them to look up at him. 'Well, if it isn't my ickle firstie minions. I heard about what you've been doing to the poor professors.' He shook his head. 'Such naughty ickle boys.'

'Have we completed the first task to your satisfaction, Mister Peeves?' Sirius asked.

Peeves nodded and cackled. 'Oh yes, Peeves is very impressed with your performance. The second task might be a little more tricky. Mister Filch has been terribly mean to poor old Peevsy.' He looked up with a smirk. 'I want you to ransack his office.'

-o-o-o-o-

Letter Remus found in his bag Saturday evening

Marauder No. 1,

I thought it best to give you this information privately. I lied about the results of your test earlier today. Your magical core is a lot stronger than it should be at your age, which suggests it has been exercised regularly since you were quite young. I don't know the reason for this but did not wish to create difficulties for you or cause suspicion to be cast your way. Your magical core is, in fact, a level twenty.

Your secret is safe with us,

The Hogwarts Chiefs of Raucous Revelry.

Chapter 28

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #remus x sirius

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brandithecrystalgem · 5 years

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Intruder Alert!

O-KAY! So, this is my addition to the From Wakanda, With Love series. I’m posting a little early because I’ve been roped into going out this weekend!

I had one helluva time writing this, as I haven’t written any fiction in like...10-ish years, and I haven’t written any fanfiction since the days of the msn group message boards. But, as much as I doubted my skills through this whole process, ya’ll will probably see more from me every now and then, once I really figure out this style of mine. ALSO! Tips, criticisms, feedback, alldat is welcome.

So, without further ado - here it is!

Characters: Erik x Black OC

Warnings: None, really. A bit of cursing in the dialogue, brief mention of smut but nothing that’ll get you steamy.

Word Count: ≈ 1700

Prompt: #27 - The only time I’m ever at peace is when you’re not here, breaking everything in my house.

It was the perfect Saturday.

The frigid Cambridge winter finally broke to give way to a balmy spring, and with the opening of a curtain, the sun’s soft rays lit up the once dreary apartment. Erik, clad only in black sweatpants, sat wide legged on his couch. A copy of The New Jim Crow lay unopened on the wooden coffee table as he lounged with his eyes closed, head bobbing gently to the sounds of Maxwell’s Ascension pumping through his speakers. He felt Gouda, his 2 year old tortoiseshell cat, walk across his lap, and assumed she was making her way to her preferred spot on the windowsill. His eyes popped open in surprise when he felt her plop down and curl up next to him. With a gentle smile on his face, Erik closed his eyes once more and began to delicately pet his favorite feline just as his playlist switched to Groove Theory’s Tell Me.

It had been months since he had a weekend where he didn’t have any obligations to fulfill, or errands to run, or papers to grade, so he was going to enjoy it by doing absolutely nothing. Midterms were over so the frantic emails he’d usually receive from his students had died down, at least for the weekend. Not that he’d be responding to them today, anyway.

Erik’s head gently swayed to the music as he began thinking about what he’d be eating for dinner. The night before he’d run out to a butcher’s shop in Boston to get, what he considered, the best short ribs in the entire metro area and a bottle of A.P Vin pinot noir, a wine he’d come to enjoy during his unnecessarily frequent “networking” events the department chair “strongly suggested” he attend.

He already had the rest of the ingredients necessary for his red wine braised short ribs, and he was finally getting the chance to use the dutch oven he bought during a Black Friday sale. He briefly opened his eyes to check the time on the clock above the tv, making a mental note to start preparations for his meal in about two hours.

Yes, it was the perfect Saturday.

A knock at the door took Erik’s attention away from his food fantasies and caused one of Gouda’s ears to perk up in awareness. He wasn’t expecting anyone, so he opted to ignore the knock. He figured it was the annoying ass white man who lived across the hall coming over to complain about his “urban” music as he had many times before. Erik had half a mind to get up and increase the volume on the iHome out of pure pettiness, but his position on the couch was far too comfortable to abandon.

A minute went by before another set of knocks came, louder and longer than the first. Erik’s eyes shot open as he and his feline companion both turn to look at the door, because surely whomever it is has lost their minds.

Begrudgingly, Erik stood and made his way over to the door to look out the peephole before sighing heavily and dramatically. So much for his perfect Saturday…

Opening the door he’s met with Simone Michael’s bright, devilish smile. The yellow romper she wore contrasted beautifully with her deep brown skin, and her hair sat on top of her head in a giant puff. The large tan leather tote she carried everywhere except for formal events was clutched under her right arm, one of the straps falling. Erik thought she looked adorable, however, she did not fit in with his perfect Saturday plans.

The pair met back in the fall semester at a grad student networking mixer. Simone was an architectural student who happened to live a few apartments down the hall. Even with the geographical convenience, she and Erik saw each other infrequently due to their busy schedules, but still managed to build a mutually beneficial situationship. Truly, they had fun together. Erik knew he could always hit her up for a good time, whether in or out of the bedroom. Still, as fun as she was, Simone was also loud and clumsy, and therefore in direct opposition to the serenity he pictured for his day.

Her glossy lips pursed together in a smirk when she realized Erik didn’t seem at all happy to see her..

“So...you gonna let me in?” Simone asked with a tilt of her head and batting of her eyelashes. With another heavy sigh he opened the door wider to move to the side so she could come through. She glides in just as D’Angelo’s How Does it Feel begins to play through his speaker, her hips involuntarily swaying to the guitar riffs as she sits her bag down. If Erik hadn’t been thinking of ways to get rid of her without doing irreparable damage to their relationship, his hands would have very voluntarily found their way to her hips as she moved.

“What’s with these dramatic ass sighs?” She asked over her shoulder, hips still swaying. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that other one before you opened the door.”

With a roll of his eyes he headed back to his position on the couch, eyes scanning for Gouda only to realize she’d finally ditched him for the windowsill. He plopped down on the couch and stretched his leg out, purposefully taking up most of the sitting room.

“I was trying to have a nice, peaceful, relaxing Saturday.” Erik said, closing his eyes again, hoping she’d get the hint. “Oh, so you need some help relaxing, then?” He could hear the suggestion in her voice, she did not get the hint.

“No Simone, I don’t need ‘help relaxing’ ” he huffed. The sound of cabinets opening and glasses clinking made his eyes pop open and head snap towards the kitchen. “The hell are you doing?!?” He hoped she didn’t stumble upon his bottle of wine, because he’d definitely kick her ass out if it meant saving his short ribs.

“Well…” she continued opening cabinets until she found the box she was looking for, “you’ve been stressed and clearly need to unwind, so I’m gonna make you some tea! You know, for ‘relaxation.’ ”

With a sigh, Erik relaxed back onto the couch. “Simone, baby. I just want some peace, so Imma need you to go back down the hall.”

“Oh so, Im infringing on your peace or something?” She asked, only mildly offended.

“The only time I’m ever at peace is when you’re not here, breaking everything in my house.” He told her outright.

“You are so damn dramatic, Erik” She scoffed. “A bitch drops one glass in the sink and suddenly I’m breaking everything in your house.”

“What about the chip in my coffee table?” He pointed directly at the chip with his eyes closed, having memorized its exact placement.

“My phone fell on it, AND CRACKED, might I add! Besides, it gives the table character.” She defended as she put the kettle full of water onto the stove.

“And what about the rip in my hanging tapestry?”

Simone’s smirk returned as she sauntered over to the couch, resting her forearms on its back. Sensing her presence, he opened his eyes and glared at her with poorly restrained annoyance.

“If I remember correctly,” she started, “you had me pushed up against the wall and we both had a grip on your little tapestry. So” her index finger moved back and forth between the two of them, “WE ripped it.”

Memories of that night made its way to the forefront of Erik’s mind, and his signature smirk almost found its way to his lips.

“Alright, that’s fair. You got that one...but what about my succulent pot that you knocked over?”

Simone made her way around the couch and crawled in between his legs until they were face to face.

“That wasn’t even me, the cat did that one”

Erik’s eyebrows shot up. How dare Simone try to frame Gouda for her clumsiness, the AUDACITY of this girl. “The cat is here every damn day and nothing gets broke, explain that!”

Her hands cupped his face, with thumbs running across his patchy beard before she shrugged. “Iono, cats be catting sometimes.” She felt his jaw tense under her palms before letting out a small giggle and gently kissing him on the lips. He attempted to move his face out of her embrace and defend Gouda’s honor, which led to her arms resting on his shoulders and only extended the lifespan of her giggles. Erik was fed up. “Nah, you gotta leave. I didn’t even want you here in the first place, but now you disrespecting family? NAH, bye!”

He nearly started pouting when she didn’t even flinch at his words.

“Now Erik, you and I both know that if you didn’t want me in here you wouldn’t have opened the door.” He scowled as a response, soliciting yet another giggle from his intruder.

The tea kettle began whistling calling Simone back to the kitchen. When she returned she had two mugs of mint green tea and was met with Erik’s perpetual frown. “You gon need to fix your face.” she told him with a chuckle as she sat the mug down next to his long forgotten book.

She sat her own mug down and made her way to her bag by the door, grabbing her tablet, and returning to curl up in Erik’s lounge chair that sat perpendicular to the couch. She sipped her tea and began working on some urban design sketches before looking up at him and saying, “Go on then, relax nigga!”

Frown diminishing only slightly, Erik grabbed the mug and took a sip before returning to his original wide legged position. This time, the sounds of Alicia Keys’ Diary washed over him mixed with the soft tapping of Simone’s stylus on her tablet. He looked over at Simone expecting her to drop the charade and start up her routine shenanigans. After a few minutes of watching her mind her own business, he let his guard down.

Erik took another sip of his tea before placing the mug back on the table and relaxing back into his position on the couch. His eyes fluttered shut before a small smile pulled at his mouth.

An *almost* perfect Saturday will have to do.

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razzlekitty · 5 years

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OC Interview with Raz

I got tagged by @rheisa-midnightfury and while reading over their answers I just thought if answered by Raz it’d be most interesting.

I’m tagging: Who ever wants to do this!

1. What’s your name?

“Wolfmon Raziax. But ju ken call meh Raz.”

2. What is your real name?

He paused and blinked before flashing a cheeky grin. “Tusky D. Da heck mon. Raziax be me real name.”

3. What is that huge bottle of wine is for?

“Dis? Oh no mon. I be a brew kinda boyo. I promise Sashrui I pick dis up fah her. She like dat weird elf stuff. Nah my taste if ja ask.”

4. Are you single or taken?

Raz gave a pause. Looking down with a sigh. He shifted his weight and shrugged. “Single. Tings jus’ didn’t work out in da end. No bad feelins ‘tween us. Tings jus’ nah meant t’be.”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“No ‘hooby jooby’ as Bru’mon say, ha! But I nah a bad shot wit a bow.” He winks.

6. I'm afraid we don't have time for long answers. So can you just tell the... main point.

“I given ya short answers! Da heck ju want?!”

7. What’s your eye color?

“Deep amber, I been told.”

8. How about your hair color?

“Bright red an’ I brush et back like a wolf’s mane.”

9. Have you any family members?

“Aye. Got mah sistah. We be close cos we be all we got. Mah mum died when I be very little. But she taught me many good tings b’fore Bwonsamdi take ‘er. I dun like talkin’ bout mah fathah but hims very dead.” He said in a cold tone.

10. Any pets?

Raz looked back at the pack of wolves and anklyodon. His biggest white wolf lay regal next to an equally huge black wolf, whom lay with his head between his paws. A smaller white wolf was closest to Raz. She watched a grey wolf pup bounce and bite playfully with the grey-blue anklyodon. “I gotta few.”

11. Tell me something about, that you don’t like!

“Oi… sumtin I don’ like… I pretteh easy goin’. I don’ like cookin’. Or fishin’. I git bored.”

12. You are the man of many words, aren’t you?

“Aye. I like ta keep ya riveted.” He smirked.

13. Have you ever hurt anybody before? Physically or verbally?

Raz chuckles and shrugs. “Aye. Someone attacks da caravan I be protectin’ den… yea. Dey gonna got hurt. Usualleh physically.”

14. Well… both?

“S’pose a broke a few hearts in me younger days. I was nah interested in anyting long term. Told more den a few boyos dey was nuthin’ but a good time.” He shrugged.

15. And have you ever killed anybody?

“Aye. Like I said. I protect caravans. An’ if bandits attack den dey meet my arrows an’ wolves. But… I once had… a much shadier job. Killed lot more often.” He said looking down.

16. If you have the chance for revenge, would you take it?

There was a quiet yet dark glint in Raz’s eyes. “When ya go et comin’. Aye. I be happy t’take revenge. But it be rare.”

17. Any hobbies?

He motions to the many hand carved bone jewelry. “I realleh enjoy carvin’ bone. It be soothin’ and sells well when I do sell em.”

18.How about your sexual orientation?

“I do prefer mons to ladies. Honestleh ladies jus’.. well I jus’ nah attracted to em.”

19. Did you go to school or are you currently partaking in any educational courses?

“Ehhhh noo. No school on’ tho Narthok be teachin’ me t’ read an write orchish.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids someday?

“Kids? Mebee adopt. Nah to keen makin’ em the traditional way. But married? Ju know. I said once b’fore I nah gonna let a boyo close again so me heart nah got broken an’ I gon’ an’ got et hurt again. I’d like to but is jus’ nah gonna happen ok?”

21. What are you most afraid of?

Raz paused a moment as if reluctant to tell. “Losin’ me sistah. But I see now dat she be far strongah den I give ‘er credit for… And commitment.”

22.. What do you usually wear?

“When out an’ about? Ah casual I wear jus’ leathah pants. Barren’s be a hot place so no shirt usualleh. But I do have full sets of scale or mail armor when out protectin’, huntin’ or fightin’.”

23. Do you love someone?

“Ju askin’ some hard questions.” He sighs. “I did, yes…”

24. When was the last time you wet yourself?

There was a long pause. “Now ju jus’ askin’ weird shit. Ah donno! When I was a babe mebee?!”

25. How many friends do you have?

“Oh lotta friends. Mah best boyo be Nar’thok. Hims a soft spoken Frostwolf but hims an orc. Dey usually speak through action, nah words. Brugran. I’d say hims a friend. Tho hims a hot headed boyo an’ I gotta git quickah t’dodge him fists.” He chuckled. “I’d consider Bear a friend. Good honorable tauren. Sashrui a friend. I guess. Too flirty but good people.”

26. What are your thoughts on pie?

There was a long pause and a quizzical look. “Pie is… alright? I guess? Nah much’ova sweets guy.”

27. Tell me about your favorite place?

Raz smiles as he speaks, “Ju know. B’fore dem demons attacked the Broken Isles, I went on a spiritual journey to meet Goldrinn. Hyjal be an ancient place an’ ju ken feel da powah dere. Ridin’ on wolf back through the forest o’ ancient trees was… Jus’ as spiritual as meetin’ da ol’ wolf.”

28. Are you interested in someone?

He just smiles and shakes his head ‘no’, although it’s clearly a forced smile.

29. You seem a bit dow, is everything ok?

“Ju keep askin’ bout me love life. Which reminds meh of me broken heart.”

30. What’s your bra cup size or how big is your willy, depending on which one applies?

Raz gauffs. “I don’ do peep shows. So ju gonna have’ta jus wonder.”

31. Well then! What is YOUR type?

“I like dem tall boyos. Lanky but masculine. Fit ya know? Long hair. Mature tho. Nah so interested in dems jus’ finishin’ adult rights.” He smiled.

32. You only mentioned (male or female, or other).

“Yea. Jus’ boyos.”

33. Any fetishes?

Raz laughed and waggled his finger. “I don’ kiss an’ tell. But. I do bite.” He grins a wolfish grin. “Das all I’ll say.”

34. Well, I have some other questions, but each is so personal and such… So, I think I’ll leave you alone.

“Ju ask me da size o’mah dick. I dunno how less personal ju ken git.”

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Carried Away Chapter 5: Breakfast Confessions

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“I’m sorry Sir, but Miss Claussen has asked not to be disturbed. You may leave her a message, and I can assure you it will be delivered first thing in the morning.” The middle-aged woman behind the front desk assured him.

“No, no thank you. No message.” Henry walked away from the desk of the hotel. “How could you be so stupid?” He chastised himself. “You weren’t going to take her to bed tonight. Why did you ask? Now she most assuredly thinks you’re some sex-crazed playboy just out for a good time. You need to make this right. But how can I if she won’t see me?” He argued with himself. “I’ll just have to wait for morning. I’ll wait for her and apologize then.” Pleased with his plan, he went home to take a cold shower, and try not to think about Lucy and her soft lips, and sparkling eyes.

Lucy couldn’t remember crying harder in her life. She needed a friend and she needed one now. Sarah would know what to say.

“Oh, Sarah! I made a mess of things! He wanted me! ME! And instead of just going for it, I ran away. Literally! I RAN away from him! He must think I’m some kind of weirdo, glad that he dodged a bullet there.” She sobbed into the phone.

“Sweetie, it’s ok. I wish I could be there to give you a hug. Now explain. Tell me exactly what happened.” Lucy explained about the dinner and the wine and the dancing in the park, and the kiss that had fried her synapses with its heat and intensity.

“I ruined it! He wanted me! Now I’ve ruined the whole thing. I don’t even have his phone number or know where he lives to explain myself.”

“Honey, I’m sorry. Why don’t you get some sleep, and maybe everything will seem better in the morning. If nothing else, please don’t wallow in this. You’re in London! Go out and see the city, do all of the things you had planned, and try to forget about it.”

“Thank you. I know it’s silly. I only met this guy today, I shouldn't be so messed up over this. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you too. Get some sleep.”

Lucy contemplated the pint bottle of vodka she’d purchased earlier in the day. She hoped that by finishing it, she could at least sleep through the night. She finished the bottle and fell into a fitful sleep, full of jumbled dreams, where Superman was flying overhead while Henry laughed at her.

She awoke to a jackhammer in her brain, and a roiling in her stomach. The vodka probably wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had, she decided. After a long shower, a bottle of water, a handful of ibuprofen, and a gallon of concealer she finally felt ready for a day of exploring the city. The first item on her agenda; buy a map of the city. No more getting lost in strange neighborhoods. Only trouble came from that.

She put on her Jackie O. sunglasses to hide the dark circles the concealer didn’t quite cover, stepped out the front door of the hotel, and almost ran right into Henry.

“Good morning. I brought you a cup of tea.” He said handing her a paper to go cup.

“Henry! What are you doing here?” Lucy paled at his appearance.

“I came to apologize. I obviously came on too strong last night. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, I’m sorry. I DID get scared, and I ran away, instead of facing my feelings. Would you like to go get some breakfast, and maybe I can shed some light for you.”

They made small talk as Henry led her to a nearby restaurant. Perusing the menu, she asked, “What does a ‘Full English’ breakfast consist of?”

“A ‘Full English’ is usually fried eggs, sausages, bacon or black pudding, fried veg, beans, and toast.”

“And people say Americans fry too much. How can anyone eat that much fried food this early in the morning.”

“There’s nothing better after a night at the pub.” He smiled. Lucy had planned on skipping breakfast today, but it seemed since seeing Henry, her stomach had forgotten all about the vodka incident.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation.” Lucy started after giving the waitress their orders. “First of all, again, I’m sorry for how I left last night. I really did have a wonderful time, it was probably the best evening I’ve ever spent. Then you...made your...request...and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“I’m sorry I said it. It was incredibly forward of me to even suggest that we might take things to that level, we’d known each other for less than 12 hours. I didn’t mean to imply that I thought that you were…” And he just trailed off.

“It’s not that I was offended, or didn’t want to. I did, oh good lord how I did, it’s just…I can’t believe I’m telling you this…I’ve…um...never…um...well you know.”

“Had a one-night stand?” He suggested.

“Had ANY night stand.” She supplied, not meeting his eyes.

“Oh…OH!” He exclaimed, his eyes going wide as understanding hit him. “But you’re what 26, 27? How does that happen? Is it a religion thing?”

“No, it’s a never had the opportunity thing, and I’m a month shy of 31 thank you very much for reminding me. I wasn’t popular in high school, and in college, I was focused on my studies, then well, guys have never shown an interest in me. Which is why I was so surprised when you actually showed at the coffee shop yesterday.” She explained fidgeting her hands on the table.

Thankfully their food arrived at just that moment, halting Lucy’s rambling and giving them a few moments to take in what had already been said.

After a few minutes of thoughtful eating Henry finally broke the silence. “So what is on our schedule for today?”

“Our? What do you mean our?”

“If you wouldn't mind, I’d like to accompany you around town today.”

“What? Why?” Lucy asked, genuine shock crossing her features.

“Because I’d like to get to know you better. And I’d like to see where this could lead.”

Lucy sat dumbfounded, staring at Henry “You, want to spend the day with me? Even after how I behaved last night, and all that’s been explained over breakfast?”

“Why is that so hard for you to comprehend?”

“Because. No man has ever wanted to...get to know me.”

“Well, then they are supremely daft. Because I’ve thought about nothing but getting to know you since the coffee shop yesterday.” She gaped at him slightly, her brow furrowing in disbelief. “I would like to keep spending time with you while you’re here in London.”

“I’m just planning on doing standard sightseeing, nothing that you’d want to do, I’m sure.”

“I have a few days before we start filming on my latest project. I would like to spend as much of those few days with you as you’ll allow.”

For a few seconds, Lucy couldn’t speak. Had he just said that? he wanted to spend more time with her. Her brain could barely fathom the idea. “Well, I was going to go to the Globe, followed by the Tate and St. Paul’s.”

“Wow, that’s quite a bit for one day.”

“I’m only here for a few days, I want to see as much as I can.”

Henry stood. “Well then, we had better be off, but before we go,” He leaned close when Lucy stood as well. “I want to tell you, my ‘offer’ from last night is on the table, so to speak. But I will leave it up to you to decide if you want to pick it up. There will be no pressure from me” Lucy gaped after him as he left to pay the bill.

Once they were outside, he donned a pair of sunglasses and a hat. “Disguise.” He explained. “It’s not a great one, but it’s better than nothing.”

Lucy and Henry spent the entire day together. Talking, laughing, learning little bits about each other, like her love for Picasso, and his aversion to black olives. Lucy surprised herself. She was normally a very selfie-phobic person, but she found she would take as many selfies as possible as long as Henry was by her side.

That evening, they enjoyed a lovely meal at a little bistro near Leicester Square, before Henry escorted Lucy back to her hotel. When she tried to say goodnight at the front door, he insisted on seeing her to her room.

Her room was at the back of the hotel, through an outdoor courtyard. When they arrived at her door, Lucy unlocked it and turned to say goodnight to Henry.

“Is this your entire room? He asked peering inside. “This may be the smallest hotel room I’ve ever seen.”

“The bathroom is so small that in order to turn around, you have to step out of it.” She laughed, gesturing in, indicating he should have a look.

He stepped into the room and what had once been a small room, seemed positively minuscule. He turned to Lucy. He had planned to say goodnight, give her a simple kiss and be on his way. But the nervous, expectant look on her face nearly undid him. He took the two steps possible to cross the room and framed Lucy’s face in his hands. He lowered his lips to hers, intending to give her a slow, sweet kiss goodnight. She responded with abandon. Wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. She opened her mouth, and her tongue dueled with his.

He slowly sat down on the bed, pulling Lucy with him. She sat next to him and buried her hands in his hair. Henry turned to lay her down on the bed, her hands slid down his strong back to slide under the hem of his shirt. His hand left her face to slide down her neck, moulding his palm to her breast. Lucy moaned against his mouth.

His hand continued its downward slide to her waist, toying with the hem of her shirt. When his hand slid under to touch the bare skin of her stomach, she started. She put a hand on his chest. “Stop.” She gasped. “We need to stop. I...no. Not yet.” She could barely get the words out around her gasping for breath, sitting up, she left the hand on his chest.

“Yes. Stop. Good idea.” Henry agreed once his brain started working again.

Lucy stood up and pulled Henry with her. “You should go.” She said kissing him again, all but pushing him out of the room. “Good night Henry. Thank you for a wonderful day.” She said, kissing him once more, before shutting the door and falling back onto it.

Henry stood staring at her door. He started back toward the hotel exit before he turned and knocked on Lucy’s door. She answered with a slightly dazed expression on her face.

He grabbed her and kissed her one long, deep, thorough, kiss. Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed heavily. “I’ll go now, but think about this. When we do finally make love. We’re going to set the sheets on fire.” Then he kissed her again for good measure and walked off. As last words went, that was one for the record books.

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Wan High Weeping (Part 27)

Sokka gave the bottle a spin, receiving an eye roll from Suki when it landed on the person sitting next to her. He didn’t know the girl but party rules said that he’d be planting a kiss on her cheek. She took it with a smile and a blush and then spun the bottle for herself.

“Can we bob for apples or something?” Suki asked. “I don’t want to have to kiss…” she looked around the circle. “Any of these people actually.”

“What about this person.” He jabbed a thumb into his own chest.

“Especially not that guy.” Suki rolled her eyes. “Come on, Sokka. Katara’s probably getting bored.”

He sighed, “you’re right.” He looked Katara’s way. Now that Aang had ran off, his dork of a sister was reading a book. He came up behind her and she gave a start. “Wow there, it’s just me.”

She slammed her book shut. “Well gee, thanks, Sokka!”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “You’re jumpy tonight.”

“I know right, it’s almost like I have a stalker or something who just so happens to be at this party.” She hissed. “It’s not like I came here because my older brother said that he’d hang out with me.” She rubbed her forehead in the agitated fashion that only Katara could manage. “Wow. I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I thought that this would go well…”

“Come on, Kat. Now you’re making me feel bad.”

“You should feel bad.” Suki muttered. “We told her that we’d make sure she had a good time tonight and we decided to play spin the bottle instead.” Suki frowned. And to Katara she mumbled, “sorry.”

Sokka took a seat next to her, he was beginning to feel like shit. First he ran away when Suki needed him the most. Now he was off screwing around at a party when Katara was in very real danger. Danger that he had fumed about only a handful of days ago. He raked his hand through his hair. He supposed that he just wanted to enjoy life again, the way he used to. He just wanted things to be lax and stress free as they had been prior to his college acceptance letter.

Just one normal, fun night.

That’s all he was asking for.

.oOo.

Katara’s jitters didn’t let up. It didn’t matter how many times she whacked that jack-o-lantern pinata, from the looks of it, she was just as stressed as before. Suki wished she could outright slug Jet in the face. He hadn’t made any moves yet, but the knowledge that he might was enough for her. She took the bat from Katara and gave the pinata a good smash, she visualized that she hadn’t hit a jack-o-lantern but Jet’s junk instead. The image alone made her laugh, and that wasn’t even factoring in that she had busted the pinata open.

A few party guests surged forward and snatched up the candy before she, Sokka, or Katara could get any. It was fine by her, she was in it for the busting of the pinata anyhow.

“The baby wants to take a trip to the concessions stand?” Suki declared.

“The baby or Suki?” Sokka rolled his eyes.

“Both of us, actually.” Suki said.

“I guess. I wasn’t exactly able to get what I wanted the first time I went to the concessions stand.” Katara replied.

“But the real snack is right here.” Sokka wriggled his eyebrows.

“Eww, gross.” Katara whacked him with her book. “Not in front of your little sister.”

Perhaps elsewhere, Suki thought to herself. She wanted to give herself a good slap. Could pregnancy hormones make a person horny? Her cheeks flushed. If people didn’t know any better they might have been under the impression that she was drinking. She sighed to herself, she missed being able to do that. She ran a hand over her baby bump. Frankly she was ready for the little guy or girl to just be born already.

.oOo.

“Oh, hi Katara!” Sokka heard TyLee cheerfully greet. A little spark ignited in him, maybe he’d get a good time after all! He could meander away with Suki for about an hour—an hour wasn’t so long—and Katara could spend some time getting to know TyLee better! He’d get his good time and she’d blossom a new friendship better. It was a win-win as far as he could see.

He couldn’t imagine something happening in an hour and if there was a problem, she could send him a quick text and he’d have an ass kicking at the ready. She had let Aang wander off after all, he couldn’t see any major differences.

Frankly he was itching to get out of his werewolf costume, it was growing very hot. He imagined that Suki was probably growing tired of her kangaroo costume too. “You got some icing on your face.” He leaned in.

“You better not!” She practically squealed.

It was too late, he had already licked it off.

“Really, Sokka.” Katara rolled her eyes.

At the same time Suki remarked, “that was just nasty.” He had earned himself the remains of a brownie to the face.

“That’s fair.” He remarked.

TyLee giggled. “You guys are funny.”

“I do my best.” Sokka said.

“You two need to get a room, that’s what you need to do.” Katara grumbled. That time he couldn’t detect an ounce of humor. He hoped that it was just the stress that was getting to her and not his own selfishness or stupidity. Whatever the reason, she was shooting fire with her eyes.

He tried to joke it off, “is that an invitation.” Okay so it was more of a half-joke.

“Ya know what, Sokka? Sure. It’s whatever you want it to be.” Without another word, he watched her storm off.

“Katara!” TyLee shouts and sprung up to follow.

Sokka makes off to do the same, but Suki’s hand fell on her shoulder. “Let her cool off for a bit, she’ll call you if she needs anything.”

He stuffed his hands into his pockets. If she was hitting him up with some reverse psychology it sure as hell was working. Now that he didn’t have a choice, he wanted to follow her around the party. He also wanted to slam his head against the concessions table, this whole thing was growing frustrating. He couldn’t be there to babysit her all day, every day. Yet when he has the opportunity to look out for her, he seemed to just throw it away. Some big brother he was.

.oOo.

Getting Sokka up to the bedroom had been a task. The man was so hot and cold. One minute he was all about the party and his game of spin the bottle. The next, all he wanted to do was either follow Katara around out of brotherly love or follow Jet around waiting for an opportunity to knock the boy on his ass.

It took a text from Katara promising to text them if she found trouble and a picture of she in the company of TyLee—not that the girl was much of a bodyguard to ease Sokka’s mind. To get him to the bedroom, it took an angry text from Katara, telling him to ‘just have fun, because I don’t want to hear you complain about how you missed out because of me.’

Suki had to frown, this was probably what Jet wanted. He wanted to cause a rift in the family, to get her to isolate herself. Not that Sokka would truly let that happen. Suki knew that she certainly wouldn’t. She let her costume drop and joined Sokka under the covers.

“Are you sure this is safe for the baby?” Sokka asked.

“One round won’t hurt. Just…uh…take it easy.” She replied sheepishly.

.oOo.

His back arched and he muffled a cry of pleasure. Finally things were getting good at this party, frankly, he couldn’t wait to show Suki a college party. She pressed herself closer and he heard the door open. She jolted and cried out. His own second cry was anything but pleasured.

"You got a room, now go the extra mile and lock the door."

Sokka groaned. With the door good and shut again, the mood was as good as dead.

Suki was frowning deeply, “I really hope she keeps quiet about this at lunch…”

“She has to or else she’s going to have to explain what she was doing up here.” Sokka assured her. “He moved to find his boxers. He slipped back into them, still feeling both flustered and buzzes of passion. He picked up his pants, in the pocket his phone was going off like crazy.

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