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fraugwinska · 2 days

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This is a prologue to 'Game Night' (about 80 years before) enjoy! TW: murder, gore, mentions of war, mentions of SA Minors DNI!

Getting called into you Boss's office was bad. But getting called into you boss's Boss office was even worse.

When Archie staggered over to you, almost tripping over his storck legs, he looked almost panicked. "I don't know what you did, but Zestial wants to talk to you. What the fuck did you do?!"

You didn't react. You kept on typing the end of the article you were currently writing, ignoring the worried stare from the other employees that were working on the same floor. Zestial was one of the overlords in hell and the owner of the newspaper agency you were working at, an extremely tall, thin and ancient demon that exuded a machiavellian charm, enticing yet dangerous. You had no idea why he would want to talk to you. You didn't remember doing anything wrong, or at least, nothing worth that would him getting personally involved.

When you finished the last sentence, you stood up and walked past Archie, who was still waiting nervously for an answer, his gaze fixated on you, a mixture of curiosity and horror on his face.

"Hey, aren't you even a little bit worried?", he called after you. You shrugged, and smiled.

"And what good will that do? If I'm in trouble, I can't change it now, can I?"

You walked through the hallway and knocked at the big, dark mahogany door. A deep, sonoric voice called out to you, and you opened the door. Zestial was sitting at his desk, his slender fingers intertwined on the tabletop, next to a steaming cup of tea.

"Ah, my dear. I wast awaiting thee. Cometh in and sitteth down."

"You wanted to see me, Sir?"

Zestial nodded, and smiled, gesturing at the chair in front of him.

"Ah, yes. Thy work has been quite outstanding for a while, mine lief. Thou hast impressed me greatly. Therefore, I have an offer."

Your smile widened, a little out of nervousness, but more out of curiosity. A job offer was the last thing you had expected from this meeting, based on Archibald's behavior and the fearsome looks of your coworkers. Zestial pushed the delicate cup in your direction.

"Drink, it'st not poisoned. It'st my own recipe."

"Thank you, sir."

You took the cup, careful not to spill the hot liquid, and sipped at it. The tea tasted unusual but delightful, earthy and tart and a little bitter. You couldn't quite identify the ingredients, but they had to be rare and expensive.

"A lovely blend, thank you."

"Thou art most welcome. So, my offer: One of mine aquaintances, Miss Rosie in Cannibal Town, hosts a party this evening. Sadly i wilt not beest able to attend... So i'd like for thee to go in mine stead."

Your eyebrows shot up. Not a job offer. This was a surprise, indeed. You had heard of Rosie and her own peculiar district. She was an overlord too, but in contrast to her peers she didn't show any desire to expand her territory, focusing instead on improving Cannibal Town as a community.

"I would be honored, Sir. What's the occasion for the party, if I may ask?"

"Ah, no occasion, really. Miss Rosie is just the kind to host parties whenever the fancy takes her. She'st a very charming woman, I am certain thou wilt enjoy thyself."

Zestial stood up and walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and smiling down at you, a genuine smile, that even reached his four green eyes. You smiled back, and set down the cup. It was apparent that your work somehow got you in good grace with Zestial, and you would've been a fool not to seize the day.

"Thank you very much for the opportunity, sir. I shall be sure to make the best of the occasion."

***

Stepping out of the taxi, you made sure not to step on the hem of your ankle-length red dress, clutching the small purse with your invitation and essentials in one hand and a gift for the hostess in the other, and stepped onto the pavement. All the windows of Rosie's emporium were lit, creating a warm atmosphere and luring guests into the center of the colony with a glowing, eery yellow vibrance. There was music in the air, and a sense of unusual merriness as guests talked and laughed, holding colorful drinks and glasses in their hands.

You made your way through the crowd towards the towering demoness, who was greeting oncoming guests left and right.

"Miss Rosie, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The woman turned, her lips pursed as her pitch-black eyes focused on the source of the sound, on you. Your smile didn't waver.

"Pleasure is all mine, sweetie. You're... Zestial's little newcomer, aren't you?"

You nodded with a grin that matched hers. "Indeed, Miss Rosie, that's me. It's an honor to be invited." You handed her your gift - an embellished, silver cookie tin with long, golden filled cookies inside. "I hope you don't mind homemade treats? I made them myself - they're called langue de chat."

"Cat's tongue. How fitting... ", she giggled, peeking inside. "Thank you my darling one, I'll be sure to hide them from all the hungry mouths here - wouldn't want to waste them, wouldn't we? Now please, hop right in, mingle a little and have some fun tonight. No work! And enjoy my little buffet, you'll surely find something to suit your diet."

Relieved from your official obligation, you snatched a glass of rose colored champagne as you decided to wander a bit without being seen and made yourself invisible. It was the newest of your powers you developed, and a most useful one for looking around and observing, very interested in the strange but not unfriendly atmosphere that lingered. An atmosphere that was so different from the district you had settled in - It seemed almost human. The cannibals were old-fashioned - you appreciated that- but they were friendly, courteous and downright delightful sinners to be around (if you were minful of their diet).

You watched the dancing couples, women twirling around in colorful dresses, the men accompanying them with fine suits, everyone adorned with flamboyant bow ties and flashy hats, wearing shiny leather shoes and polished heels. And that music, jazz at it's peak. Everyone was laughing, joking, the air was electric with happy chatter and jokes and it felt as if all your worries simply evaporated. It had to be, one of the most unique places you had been, in Hell.

You made yourself visible again, startling a group of young cannibals next to the buffet. With a giggle and a swish of your magenta-and-black striped tail, you set down your emptied glass on one of the silver trays. Turning back to look for another refreshment, your vision was blocked by a red pinstripe suit. A man had stepped in your path, a charming smile on his lips, and he seemed amused.

"Moving is a funny thing to do when no one's watching."

He offered you a glass of wine with the same burnt red color of his hair, his teeth glinting as his eyes scanned your body - not in a lewd way, but with bemused interest and impish curiosity. You chuckled, taking the glass with a head tilt.

"Why thank you, stranger, but you know, moving without being seen is just half the fun. Getting where you want without being noticed is the other."

You twirled the glass in between your fingers, sipping the expensive beverage, watching his expression with delight - how his grin widened, eyes locked to yours, amused and captivated by what you just said. Of course you knew who he was, your tail shivered and bushed up as you thought about it. Hell, you wrote more than one article about him.

One couldn't exist in hell without hearing the stories about the radio demon - the up and coming overlord, toppling long-established powerholders like dominoes and broadcasting their screams on every radio in the pride ring. Known for his gentlemanly manners, his brutal ruthlessness - and his never-fading, signature smile.

"Spoken like a true feline. The name's Alastor, darling, pleasure to be meeting you.", he mused, and tilted his glass towards yours, awaiting you to clink it. His crimson eyes were shining like rubies, glinting dangerously yet so strangely intriguing as they watched your every reaction, and his lips curled up into a challenging, cocky grin as your glasses chimed together and you told him your name.

"Say, would you care for a little dance, dear? Your tail seems quite desperate for some frivolity, why it looks like it will come to life in a moment."

You glanced towards your backside, the traitorous appendage whipping completely out of control in anticipated excitement, the damned thing. You laughed, downing the rest of the drink, and made the tail disappear. Alastor rose a brow at your innocent expression.

“Seems like my tail has a full dance card. I, on the other hand, am quite free..."

His other eyebrow raised along the first one, and he chuckled ass he gave you a little bow, which he coupled with an outstretched, clawed hand.

"I can only hope you are able to compensate the loss - it looked quite eager."

The next thing you knew he had you on the dance floor, pulling you close to his body and guiding your steps, spinning you around with ease. One hand was around your waist, the other had a hold of one of yours. You quickly lost the feeling of time and space - all you were able to focus on was him.

"Your smile never falters, darling. I can't help but wonder why?"

You giggled, a gloved hand covering your mouth as he turned you, crimson glowing eyes never leaving yours.

"I don't know, really. My papan used to tell me that it was the only thing I had going for me, and it's what made silly soldiers so easy to kill."

You could feel the air around him tense and shift, his grin widening at your words as he turned you in again.

"Ah, a lady after my own heart. I can appreciate a woman who knows how to have fun."

You didn't say anything to his comment, just smiled, and he pulled you closer.

"Why don't we have a little fun of our own? I have the right mind for a little game, if you're up to it, darling?"

The music ended, everyone around you applauding but you were captured. Entranced. Frozen. By those eyes, this most unique and alluring voice. Oh, yes it was alluring. He was charming and intense, the mystery of this person was attracting you so hard, you could almost taste his taste, feel his touch.

The way he offered a game... he had the same dangerously mischievous expression you had, back when you planned what to do with your next victim. Only that you were absolutely sure, you were invited as a player, not as a pawn. And that made you burst with excitement, you hadn't felt such thrill and lust for a challenge in so long, you could almost physically feel your hunger taking hold of you, your craving for that sensation, for an opportunity to rise to this occasion.

***

The night was chilly, for hell's standards. You both had bid your farewells to Rosie, who in response only cocked an amused brow at Alastor and wished you both a fun rest of the night. After Alastor gallantly offered his arm, you had started walking, seemingly aimless, but you didn't mind. He proved to be a very pleasant conversation partner, and you soon found yourself very relaxed and amused around him.

You enjoyed listening to him, laughing in amusement about his animated gesticulation and his storytelling skills. And there was more, a tension, a strange attraction in the air, an electromagnetic current that almost hummed between you two. When he asked about your heritage, you were pleased to notice how enthralled he seemed that you were french in origin and the fact that you killed german soldiers during the still raging world war stirred up his sadistic and malicious sense of humor. When you explained to him how you met your end, a grin that could only be described as purely diabolic curled up on his lips.

"Why, you're my favorite type of femme diabolique, aren't you a scintillating creature?"

His ears flicked and he stopped in his tracks, grin widening as gestured for you to walk next to him into the shadows of an alley. Intrigued, you made yourself invisible and followed him, hearing faint voices as if in a fight.

"As exciting as I found our conversation to be, darling, the night is young - and I do owe you a little fun, wouldn't you agree?"

His voice sounded lower and remarkably more sinister, shoulders tense and almost trembling as he stalked forwards, pressing you into his side. "It seems we have found the finest opportunity. What luck he have."

The voices became eligible, and you instantly knew what he was talking about. Two shark sinners were standing in front of the back-entrance of some dubious bar, sharing a smoke. The fight seemed to be about a girl they intended to drug and take advantage of - both of them insisting to 'break her in' the first. Abominable scum. You felt your teeth itching to sink into their necks to break them.

"So, madame - two wasteful beings, two players. How would you like to set the rules for our game, hm?"

You shivered with delight. "Sometimes I find the most simple approach is the best, d'accord? You show me what you can do, I show you what I can. After they're dead, we vote who won best kill. If it's a draw, no one wins et la partie est perdue."

Alastor grinned wider and hummed, apparently delighted by your idea.

"An uncompromising game - I like the style, I say, game on! Now, for the winner's reward..."

"Une carte blanche? - but no souls, I'm afraid.", you grinned at him, slowly fading into nothing from the bottom to the top, until there were only your eyes and your smile left.

"Sounds fair enough, let the games begin, darling! I'll take the left one."

And with that, he melted into his own shadows, creeping up behind the left sinner who had just extinguished the cigarette to a tiny piece of tobacco butt on the floor. You followed him entranced, fully invisible now, and rounded the right one - he wasn't as fat and greasy as Alastor's victim, with droopy eyes and lanky legs - perfect for breaking.

"Fuck you, Ollie, I saw her first, so I get the first fuck, too."

With a last glance to the moving shadow you leaned into your prey.

"How about we make it a threesome, baby?"

The man spun around in a panicked startle, and you could smell the alcohol seeping out of his pores. He was intoxicated, and sloppy on his feet. Just how you liked it. His friend tried to say something in warning, but was quickly muffled by dark tendrils that shot out of the dark shade below him, binding his limbs and wrapping around his face.

"What the fuck... who are you, bitch?"

"Aw, come on chèrie, you don't need to know my name to have a great time. You don't even have to drug me first."

You shifted to become visible, the man's eyes bulging out of his skull as you did and took a tentative step towards him. His friend was screaming behind him, his arms and legs wrapped up in shadowy tentacles, the sound muffled and the tendrils slowly squeezing him, wringing him out like a moist rag. It was a truly bizarre and yet absolutely hypnotizing sight.

"Oh shit, Ollie... H-hey, listen, we didn't... uh, fuck, we can all just forget this and, and... fuck, get the hell out of here!"

You laughed, it echoed in the cold night, a sound so eerie that even the man before you shuddered, his eyes fixated on you as you advanced and circled him, claws dragging over his neck and shoulder, and a shiver went down your spine when you saw Alastor, emerging from the shadows, as fixed on you as your victim was, but with fascination and satisfaction rather than fear and panic.

"Oh no, cherie... let's make this a night to remember, oui?"

With that, you pushed the man forward, your tail wrapping around his ankle to swipe his leg off the ground. With a sickening crack he fell onto his back, a pained scream escaping his lips and rendered helpless as you pinned him down by kneeling right onto his crotch before he could even move. This bastard would never be able to use his dick on poor, unsuspecting women again. You let your head fall back into an unnatural angle, watching behind you to a still unmoving, enthralled Alastor.

"Are you just going to watch, cher? It's quite rude to stare at a lady like that."

For a split second, his grin faltered, before widening once more, a low chuckle resounding in his chest, a sound that made you shudder.

"Why, my dear, how could I not, when you're making such a captivating sight."

His words spurred you on and stretched your smile so wide it started to hurt, your body hot and eager - you wanted to impress him, make him crave more of this. More of you. You shifted, turning your head back, and reached a clawed hand onto the man's throat. You concentrated on the feeling of your claws against his grayish, leathery skin as he choked.

"Let's make it a real party, then."

You willed magenta glowing mirror images of your claws into existence, envisioned them scratching and slicing the sinners body into long, thin ribbons - his screams told you it was working. He was cut up alive, his thrashing restrained by a few of the many hands you conjured. They lifted his mangled body up, it looked almost like a bastardized version of a crucifixion, and gave him a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Cela ne fera que très mal."

You've only ever let your full demon form come out once - right after you fell and were attacked by other newcomers. It still felt new, almost untamable, but you were desperate to show him. For Alastor to see you, not as a damsel in distress, or some silly girl playing checkers where others played chess. So you let it take over, your form growing longer, your skin becoming black fur with glowing pink streaks, claws sharpening, and your maw growing. Your victim was still howling and fighting the hands holding him, his blood dripping onto the street and mixing with the puddles on the concrete. He screamed in terror as your jaws opened and you bit into his throat, ripping him to shreds with your sharp teeth, his intestines sloshing onto the pavement and the smell of blood filling the air and the sweet and bitter iron taste ran down your throat.

And just like that, the last remains of his body hit the floor with a mundane, squelching noise. The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't hear anything, except for the rapid beating of your heart and the rush of blood in your ears. Then, you heard clapping, slow and rhythmical. You turned your head to see Alastor standing, the other sinner still bound, his face twisted in agony and his eyes bulging out of his eye holes.

"My my, a breathtakingly gruesome display, my dear. Truly enticing!"

He walked towards you, the shadows dissolving as he came closer, the tentacles retreating and the man falling onto the pavement. You watched him with a manic expression, your smile still on your face as your demonic form receded and you could feel the coolness of your victims blood on your fangs as a gust of wind blew through the alley, ruffling your hair.

"Now, for my own part... I have to admit, yours is a little hard to follow, but, oh well."

He snapped his fingers and his shadow stretched out behind him, towering above him with its head bowed, and you saw his eyes glow and transform into dials as a green glow and strange symbols surrounded the sinner's body, his limbs bending and his joints cracking, the sound of snapping bones and gurgling blood filling the alley, as the shadow slowly pulled the man's insides out through his mouth and ripped his head from his neck. It fell onto the concrete, and rolled right into your direction. You watched the eyes of the severed head turn gray, and smiled.

"Very impressive, cher. A true work of art, no?"

"Thank you, darling, I appreciate the compliment."

With another snap of his fingers the gore was gone, the streets cleaned and the corpses - or rather, what had been left of them - vanished, leaving no evidence behind. He turned to face you, the shadow retreating behind him as his dial eyes vanished and returned to their normal, intense red ones, an inquisitive grin plastered on his face as he came to a stop just before you.

"Now, there's only one thing left to do - the determination of the winner."

You laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You couldn't care less who won. Alastor's eyes darted downwards, to your lips, and you felt the corners of your mouth twitch, the urge to bite your lower lip growing.

"I'd say we're both winners, but rules are rules."

"I fear so, darling."

There was a pause, neither of you said a word. Then, slowly, he raised a hand and brushed his fingers over your bloodied cheek. You closed your eyes, your breath catching as his claws traced the outlines of your lips. The moment was charged and electrifying, you didn't want to say anything and maybe break the spell. He laughed, low and sweet, leaning into you.

"I think I'm inclined to give my vote to you, darling. Do I have a choice, really?"

Before you could respond, your words were stolen from your lips as they met his, crashing together in a passionate, heated, long overdue kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you and pressing you into his body with ease and your tail curved behind you, happy to know your feelings were mutual as his long claws buried themselves in you blood-stained hair. You sighed against his lips, your own hands clutching to his neck and shoulders, a feeling you couldn't describe in your stomach.

For the first time in forever, you were kissed without it being because you were just pretty, or just a girl, perceived as a weak thing to be taken advantage of. This kiss was because you were powerful, you were impressive, because you were something of an equal in his own image - and if the world wouldn't stop here, if it went on forever and on and if time itself would cease to exist, this kind of passion would not.

A purr escaped your throat as his tongue danced with yours, tasting you - the sweet yet bittersweet, almost metallic taste of blood - yours, the sinners, you didn't care. You'd die all over again, a thousand times more painful than the original time, just for another second of this bloody kiss.

All too soon, it ended and his mouth left yours, making you feel the strange warmth radiating from his skin as he pressed a light peck on your parted lips, brushing his fingertips over your soft skin, red-stained and glowing. You panted, opening your eyes, and your own magenta irises met his, staring deep into them.

"It's a draw, then.", you said, the corners of your mouth tugging up to a smirk as you gave your vote to him unspoken.

"Which means the game is lost.", he answered, and you laughed, knowing you'd never been happier to lose at anything ever, and with a smile your lips chased after his once again.

"Hmmm... with a reward like this, I suppose a victory wouldn't be near as satisfying, anyway." He chuckled into the kiss. "And there's always a next time, right, darling?"

Translations: et la partie est perdue - And the game is lost Cela ne fera que très mal - This will only hurt a lot

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #rosie hazbin hotel #zestial morde #blood and gore #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader

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sea-owl · 2 years

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Here we go, the first part of the Peneleus Featherington AU. Feel free to send in asks or requests about this au too if you want. Reading your guy's thoughts really helps get the creativity flowing.

"Your wife has birthed a baby girl my lord," the midwife announced, letting him into the room.

Lord Archibald Featherington could only sigh. His third daughter, and if the doctors were right about Portia being unlikely to conceive again, his last child. What were they going to do? The Featherington estate could not be allowed to fall from his family's hands.

"Leave us," Archibald ordered.

Portia's grip tightened on her daughter, though her face did not show anything but a fondness for the new baby. "I was thinking we call her Penelope, after the queen of Ithaca. She was such a clever woman in that story. Maybe our little one will be just as clever."

Archibald did not say anything. Portia was always reading stories of myth, particularly of greek and roman descent.

Porita held her little Penelope closer. "Or how about the name Peneleus. He was one of the generals who fought in Troy." She's been sitting on this idea for a while, her backup should her baby be another girl.

Archibald finally speaks. "Portia we needed a son. I needed an heir, not another daughter."

"And we shall raise a son," Portia shoots back. "If the doctors are right and I cannot conceive again, then make Penelope your heir."

"A daughter cannot become a lord."

"No one knows we had a daughter."

Archibald pauses. It is not an unheard-of thing, though it has been decades since anyone attempted to do this. The last to do so though had been caught and the family forced to give up everything. For their sake Penelope better be as clever as the woman she was named after.

"If the baby makes it to her first birthday and you do not bare a son then she will be named my heir."

When Penelope turned one, she became a son named Peneleus, and her father's heir. Then when she turned eighteen, after the death of her father she became the new Lord Featherington.

Searing kisses, and hungry touches. The taste of alcohol on both of their lips, but neither of them cared. All they wanted was each other naked and by all that was holy they were going after it.

Finally, finally. Mine, mine, finally mine, he chanted in his thoughts. One hand reaching up to take her hair out of its ponytail, while the other explores between her legs.

"C-Colin," she gasped as he began to suck marks on her bosom.

"Oh Pen," he breathed out, the urge to chant her name like a prayer was ready to burst from his lips.

Colin Bridgerton shot up from his sleep on the drawing room couch. Cheeks hot from the dream he just had. That damn dream that's been plaguing him for a month. Every time he had it, he felt so guilty after. To imagine his friend in such a way. God if Pen knew Colin was transforming him into a woman in his dreams, he's sure he get his ass kicked. And Colin wouldn't even try to stop him.

He needs to take a walk, clear his thoughts of Pen-

"Colin! I see you are back from your visit to Scotland. How is Francesca?"

Speak of the devil.

Lord Peneleus Featherington, a longtime family friend, and an honorary Bridgerton, stood in the doorway. He was on the shorter end with a rounder build, but he was soft in a way that Colin associated with women. Red curls tied back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck, and brown eyes that always seem to see everything around him. He has remained unmarried even at twenty-eight, though not for the lack of trying of most debutantes. His way with words, and kind smiles has made him quite popular among the ladies of the ton.

"Peneleus," Colin greeted. "Francesca is doing well, though don't tell Anthony but she might have a new gentleman."

Peneleus smiled. "She has found love again? How wonderful. I remember Eloise telling me how upset she had been when the Earl of Kilmartin had passed."

"Yes, it really is." Colin has to stop staring at his friend's mouth. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm actually here to discuss business with Viscount Bridgerton. I am leaving for my cousin in-law's home, Romney Hall, in a few days and there a few investments I want to be kept up to date on. Your brother has also put money into those investments and has agreed to keep me informed."

"Look at you finally traveling," Colin teased. "I'm going to have to learn your cousin in-laws secrets. Seeing as you rejected me all those years ago."

Pen shot Colin a small smile. "You know I had new responsibilities then. I could not leave my poor sisters with just my mama to help them make a match."

Colin chuckled. Even though Pen was a boy he was not spared from Portia Featherington's horrible fashion choices.

"Besides, Phillip is the only one who can help me with this predicament I have found myself in."

Colin looked at Pen, studying his face. It had gotten paler since the last time they saw one another. Peneleus also looked exhausted, and dare Colin say it, terrified.

"Pen are you okay?"

Was it Colin's imagination or did Peneleus cradle a hand to his stomach?

"I will be in a few months."

#peneleus au #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #polin #bridgerton #it took me forever to decide how i wanted the second scene to go #i kept trying to put it in penelope's pov #but colin demanded attention

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cljordan-imperium · 7 months

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Heaven Visits The LaVeaus - 2

“See, I told you this trip would be good for you.” Cade finally made it up to them and clapped Arthur on the shoulder. “And Mama Marie and the spooky bunch has adopted another stray. I guess we’re brothers now, Arthur. Wait till you taste her food! We may never get you back to England.” They all laughed as they began to head in to see exactly how big of a feast Marie HAD prepared.

Arthur snorted at Cade’s quit and rolled his eyes. “You’re all spoiling her. How am I supposed to take her home now?” He side-eyed Cade, a slight smirk toying on his lips.

Cade shook his head, “I guess you won’t. We’ll keep her and you can go home alone, you grumpy asshole. She’ll fit in better here anyway. Bet she’ll think it’s a vacation.” He ducked a swing from Arthur, who wasn’t really trying hard to actually hit him. Laughing he shoved his friend back, glad to see that the man was..could it be...no…actually SMILING?! Seemed the slight and fair beauty he’d brought over with him HAD done some good for the old goat.

“Do I need to go get Alexander to separate you two old war horses?” Mel’s amused voice broke into the men’s exchange. “Hey, don’t threaten us with a good time, beautiful.” Cade winked over at his fiance’. “Although I’ve dealt with his cranky ass when he’s tired before, I’d prefer you NOT.” This got a laugh from Arthur. Damn, the little woman had started to heal the man. Hot damn! This might not be the serious visit he’d been afraid of. Eggshells shelved?

“Where is the bastard?” Arthur asked, looking around the estate that was even larger than his brother’s back in England. The land here was different, but just as old, and there was something about it that had a different feel. Something darker, even in the bright Louisiana sunshine.

“He didn’t land until almost midnight last night from his flight, so he is still passed out upstairs. We can see if he’s awake when we drop off your luggage, old man. If he misses Mama Marie’s cooking, he’ll be pissed.” Cade laughed and clapped Arthur on the back as he jerked his head toward the back of the SUV. “Come on, your wife packs like mine. I’m not hauling all that up by myself.”

Arthur looked between Cade and Melania for a moment, a brow raised. “Maybe it’s something about witches.” It was said flatly, with no derision, and then he headed to the back of the vehicle, leaving both Mel and Cade staring at one another, mouths slightly agape and trying not to laugh. Yes, he was going to fit right in.

*****

Alexander had been groggy, but awake, when the men had taken the luggage upstairs. He made some kind of unintelligible response about breakfast and headed in to get a shower. Cade just shook his head as he headed downstairs again. Alexander has known Mel for over a decade and was considered family. After all that had gone down jn Serbia and after, Cade considered him a brother too.

"The grumpy Brit will be down in a minute he's showering." Cade announced as he came into the dining room that looked like a Cajun and Creole buffet had exploded all over it.

"There is more than one? I thought mine was it." Heaven teased her husband who made a grumble but pulled her close to kiss her softly none the less.

''He learned it from Alexander I think." Mel teased. "Especially before coffee it's not safe to have him around loaded weapons."

"No weapons talk around the new children." Marie came through and tsked at Mel. "Breakfast. If I'm going to have to listen to the men and their guns all day, I'm not listening to you talk about them while we eat."

"Of course, Mama." Mel kissed her mom lightly on the cheek before starting to point out all the delicacies that Marie had prepared. Crayfish, shrimp, grits, cream sauces, and richness abounded. As a nod to their guests, Marie had even been able to get the local butcher to make blood sausage.

"And someone remember to feed Archibald so he doesn't try to come in and visit." Dontanion's very heavily old French accented voice called from the kitchen.

"Who is Archibald?" Heaven asked, looking confused why a friend would not be wanted as a visitor with so much food being laid out.

"My pet albino alligator. Come on, you two have a complexion in common. I raised him from a baby. Albinos aren't rare to be born, but they rarely make it to adulthood. Being white in the bayou is a liability." Mel explained as she led the petite woman into the kitchen grabbing a bag of mega marshmallows and then chicken thighs. "He LOVES marshmallows!"

"You spoil him!" Cade called after her in tease.

"Says the man I equally spoil!" Mel turned and stuck out her tongue at him. "He's ornery, but I love him." She laughed as she looped her arm with Heaven's and led her to the dock. “I just tolerate Cade.” Winking over at the beauty next to her, she laughed harder.

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vostokovasmelina · 3 years

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— 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟑𝐂. (𝐬.𝐰.)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 | 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

characters: fem!reader; sam wilson; archibald the tabby cat; sarah wilson

word count: 3.1k+

warning: mentions and descriptions of alcohol, death, grief, trauma, therapy, depression – i call this post-snap realism

series summary: after the blip, sam wilson gets home to an unpleasant surprise - his key doesn’t fit the lock anymore and his apartment is now inhabited by a stranger and a grumpy feline. however, the unusual encounter is only the beginning of their post-blip lives and the reader soon learns that what life takes away, it can give back in the most particular ways.

a/n: the ending is a dark unedited mess, so proceed with caution

Taking a cautious sip of your hot beverage, you watched this absolute gatecrasher of a man trying to make up his mind about whatever he was so confused about – Sam kept looking all around your apartment as if searching for something he had left there, his slightly lost and disoriented expression sending a sudden wave of guilt rushing over you. Now that you thought about it, it really must have sucked absolute cheese for him to come home hoping he could finally have that huge cup of strong black coffee he had been anticipating ever since having defeated that enormous purple bastard from Outer Space, only to find that his coffee machine was long gone and now this random lady with a philodendron problem and a judgmental cat were inhabiting the place with absolutely no room left for him whatsoever. It did sound tragic when you put it that way.

However, it really wasn’t your fault that you had needed to find a brand new residence approximately five years before. He really should have checked in with someone to make sure he still had somewhere to go home to. You were quite clearly the real victim here. And Lord only knew how poor Archie was going to process all the excitement of the day.

For a few seconds, you contemplated whether or not to put your thoughts into words, and eventually decided against it for the time being. The man had just helped save the world a few days before, after all, and out of what? Good conscience? Personally not for you, but you could appreciate it in others. And it would have been a real shame to die right when your fan-favourite succulents and killer new posting schedule had been attracting more Instagram followers than ever before. Thanks to the savior complex flaming inside of the gentleman standing before you though, the regular civilian had luckily escaped such terrible hardships. And special thanks to approximately a thousand and one other superheroes. Oh, and to an African country filled with similarly public-spirited people.

For a few awkwardly long seconds neither of you said a word. Sam kept looking around and you watched him look around, slowly lowering your mug onto the table and tilting your head slightly to the left. Weird how Sarah had never mentioned the brother believed to be dead for the last five years was this handsome. It is unfair, really. Some people are just naturally gorgeous no matter the shitty kitchen lighting, that tiny confused frown that had been sitting on their face for the last half hour, or those shiny black bugs for eyes tearing up ever so slightly to snitch on a long repressed yawn.

“Now that the drama is over and the Avengers as such are non-existent – have you considered a career in modeling yet?”

Sam snapped his head towards you with such force and speed that for a moment you were afraid you’d have to spend the rest of the afternoon sewing it back on his neck. You grabbed your mug still pretty much filled to the brim with tea and raised it back up to your mouth to hide your lingering half-smile behind a faded portrait of baby Archie on the ivory porcelain.

“Just saying, I would buy anything for this face on the package alone,” you continued with the confidence of a woman who hasn’t got a single drop of shame left in her body. But it was fine ‘cos you didn’t actually mean it, right? It was all just a joke, an attempt at lightening the mood and snapping him out of his puzzled melancholy. And that tiny flutter of your heart upon hearing Sam’s perfect little chuckle was but a momentary malfunction of the organ. The incident was purely physiological. No contribution from any emotional factors. It was simply an innocent coincidence that these two, completely unrelated things had co-occured.

So when your gazes met, you didn’t tear yours away in embarrassment – you stood your ground, completely unaffected and unbothered, ignoring the increasingly hot sensation in your cheeks when you saw Sam raise a cheeky eyebrow at you. Before even more damage could have been done, however, you decided to cut the party short.

“Oh, no. Don’t get your hopes up, Birdman. I simply couldn’t keep watching you in your deeply disturbed state.”

Very, very smooth. Cleared of all suspicion. Good job.

“Wow. Okay. That was cruel,” Sam scoffed and gave emphasis to his words by bringing up his right palm dramatically to his chest, right above his now most definitely broken heart. The overall effect got ruined by an annoyingly goofy grin in the end and before you even realised, you had already reached out for your massive mug again to drown your own erupting smile in the hot liquid.

In the silence that followed, however, you saw Sam’s smile fall ever so slightly, as if exhaustion or worry were holding onto the corners of his lips, physically tugging them down, and you shifted slightly uncomfortably in your seat. It was time you had stopped messing around with the poor guy.

“Look, I know this is weird but I’m sure we can find a solution. Just call Sarah so she can stop worrying now,” you suggested, finishing your tea and pushing the now empty mug to the middle of the table before leaning back in your seat.

“Ugh, yeah,” Sam started slowly, squatting down to get his mobile and the charger out of his massive sports bag. “Can I plug this in somewhere?”

You blinked at him a couple of times while he waited patiently for your answer. You could only imagine the number of missed calls and unread texts waiting for Sam on his phone, but you decided you didn’t know him enough to give him a lecture on behalf of his sister. So you just gave him a tired nod and gestured lazily towards your battered kitchen counter, Sam following your direction with his gaze.

“Above the microwave. Oh, and the socket farthest to the left–”

“–doesn’t work. I remember.” Sam flashed another exhausted but friendly smirk at you above his shoulder, and you allowed yourself to return the gesture to his back once he wasn’t watching.

“Right, sorry. Forgot I was the intruder here,” you joked, delighted to earn another one of those irritatingly lively chuckles of this man’s.

You seriously needed to get your shit together.

“Okay, while your phone is doing its thing, let’s call Sarah from mine, I guess” you continued, jumping up from your chair the moment Sam returned to the table and you headed towards your worn little couch where you scratched Archie gently behind his right ear. “Where have you put my phone, you dirty old man?” You cooed, smiling softly while sliding your hands under the cheap cushions and booping your irritated cat’s tiny nose when your fingers finally touched the cold metal you had been looking for.

Once seated again, you caught Sam staring at Archie, his eyes slightly narrowed in what appeared to be deep concentration. You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, waiting for your uninvited guest to notice you.

“I don’t think your cat likes me too much,” he finally said, slowly tearing his gaze away from the pet feline’s and looking into your slightly more welcoming human eyes instead.

You chuckled dryly, turning around to see Archie in all his glory on the couch. He simply gave you an unbothered look before completely losing interest in the two of you, and he hopped of the couch, slowly making his way towards your bedroom where you knew he would bundle up under your bed on the cosy carpet. He had apparently decided it was time for his beauty sleep.

“Yeah, he’s like that with everyone. Nothing personal,” you assured Sam, who offered a tired half-smile in return. You cleared your throat gently, eyes fixed on your phone’s screen and fingers already searching for Sarah’s number. Once you had found it, you handed it to Sam whose only job left was to press the call button. You raised your eyebrows at him expectantly and he let out a sigh while reaching out for your mobile.

* * *

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to talk to Sarah. Quite the opposite, actually. But he was embarrassed. Sam knew full well how furious his sister was going to be. And honestly, rightfully so. He couldn’t argue with that. After all, she did say there had been something she wanted to talk to him about. And Sam did hang up on her without a passable excuse. And he did let his phone die on his way back home to Louisiana.

Yeah, he most probably wasn't going to be nominated for this year's Brother of the Year award.

Their last call had happened two days before. Two days is a long time without any news from a brother who had just returned after having been believed to be dead for the past five years. And if you had been to ask him, Sam wouldn’t have been able to tell you what had gotten into him either but ever since the Blip, something had not been exactly right. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was going on, so he hadn’t brought it up to anyone, but his brain felt slow and foggy as if it hadn't had time to catch up yet.

Sometimes, Sam worried that the molecules in his brain had been mixed up and hadn't been put back into their original places in the process of the whole turning-into-dust-and-back-into-human-form-again thing.

It was a silly thought, yes, but with everything going on in the world, would it really be that hard to believe?

"Hey hon! What's up?" Sam's thought process was cut off by the endearing voice of his sister, and though he was aware all this affection was not directed towards him – given that he had called Sarah on your phone – his heart did swell upon hearing her again.

And then he said hi and it all went south from there.

Sarah was obviously pissed.

She asked Sam if he had any idea how many texts and missed calls she had left him, and no, he had no clue but if he had to guess, the number would have been way high up in the double digits.

Then she started going off on Sam, using different kinds of actually very creative euphemisms – which was a problem because Sam got so distracted by his sister's choice of words that her short, well-thought out rant had very little effect on him, but at least he had enough self-respect left to get his sister off speaker at this point.

"Look, Sarah, I know I messed up but I'm fine! I swear," he started, cutting his sister short while subconsciously picking at the skin around the nail on his index finger with his thumb. "What if I stop by Andy's and tell him to give me their best apple pie?" Sam added, hoping this promise would serve as an ice-breaker. Sarah did love her desserts. A lot. And Andy always gave a discount to the Wilson family, too.

When he heard his sister's tired sigh, Sam's heart gave a hopeful flutter, but he was rudely dragged back onto the ground on his way to cloud nine the very next second.

"I'm doing the shopping at the moment. Just got here and it's gonna take long," Sarah replied, annoyance poking through all her words. Then, the tension that had been dominating the pair's call suddenly seemed to evaporate as Sam sensed a weak shadow of a smile in her following sentence. "But that apple pie does sound good."

Sam couldn't help the grin that creeped its way onto his face and he didn't even care about Sarah's semi-serious threat, saying how they were nowhere near finished yet. He muttered out a quick sorry again, promised Sarah to give her regards to you and finished the call with a charming 'I love you' to which his sister replied with a snarky 'I bet' before hanging up with a promise that she would call again when she got home.

Sam let out a relieved chuckle before handing you back your phone and taking the final sip of his slightly lukewarm coffee, watching your bright red-nailed fingers tap away on the device, and he swallowed harder and probably louder than he had meant to. You just happened to put your phone down the very next second, so he tried to cover up the gulp by clearing his throat and shifting his gaze from your nails to your eyes.

Beautiful eyes.

Well shit.

"So, I guess you're staying," you started hesitantly, raising your eyebrows at Sam in a slightly impatient manner, which snapped him out of his blissful thoughts and thrust him back into reality.

Was he staying? He certainly had nowhere to go now that he was practically homeless and his sister was unable to welcome him in her own home for the next two hours, at least. But then again, you were a complete stranger whose afternoon he had just disrupted, and it didn't matter how weird it felt seeing you be so at home in his apartment because it wasn't his anymore. It was yours and you had all the right to kick Sam out and he had absolutely zero right to argue.

But, thankfully, he didn't have to.

"Which is fine, by the way. I did promise you an explanation, after all." Sam couldn't quite ignore the hint of dread behind your words and he was ready to object, to leave you alone and spend the rest of his afternoon doing God-knows-what, but then you offered him another cup of coffee followed by a tiny but honest smile, and Sam just couldn't bring himself to say no.

* * *

Sam Wilson was ridiculously easy to open up to.

It made you want to commit a crime.

His gaze was so intensely warm that after a while, you were looking at everything in your apartment but him just to avoid accidentally trauma dumping on him, especially when you got to the part about group therapy.

Because you had met Sarah at a group therapy session approximately four and a half years before.

It had been clear from the very first minute that neither of you had actually wanted to be there and that both of you had been forced into this situation. Sarah had been dragged to group by an overly enthusiastic co-worker of hers whose crush on the counselor had been probably more intense than the trauma she had suffered – she had lost a dog and her neighbor to the right whom she had always talked shit about behind his back. She was a nice enough woman, but considering that people had lost actual family in the Snap, her presence had always been mostly aggravating, to say the least.

In your case, it had been your grandmother who had bullied you into going to one of the sessions because 'she had the same rotten mentality when Miss Taylor told her to go but then she found it life-changing'. At this point, you had become so indifferent to everything in the world that you hadn't needed much convincing to go. You had told yourself it would be one session anyway after which you would have told Grandma Ethel that 'therapy was simply not for you' and could have been back to your usual Thursday evening routine consisting of a cheap bottle of red wine and depressing reruns of trashy British reality shows from the late 2000s.

The actual sessions had never worked for you. They might have if you had actually spoken up at any of them but you had never become quite ready to talk about your loss in front of a dozen other people, most of whom you had already known. But then you had met Sarah and something about her had made you feel secure, secure enough to talk about them for the first time, so you had started hanging out at a café not too far from the community center and it had become the best thing in your life.

"And the rest is history," you finished, getting up from your chair to put both yours and Sam's mug in the sink and watered your nearby plants while at it.

"I'm really glad Sarah had someone by her side," Sam commented and you could hear a hint of guilt in his words but you decided to ignore it. You simply nodded and muttered out a weak 'yeah', saying you were just as happy to have found a friend like Sarah.

Then Sam said something that made all the muscles in your body tense up and you froze completely for the next couple of seconds.

"And have you seen your family yet? Now that they've come back?"

It was an innocent question. He doesn't know the whole story. So calm down.

You slowly put down the glass you had used earlier to water your plants and tried with every particle in your body to put on the best toothpaste commercial-worthy smile you could force out of yourself before turning back towards Sam and answering his absolutely understandable question.

"Yeah!" No. "They're doing well, actually!" They're fucking dead.

Sam's genuinely happy smile was way too much to handle and if it hadn't been for a call from Sarah, you would have broken down in tears right in front of him the very next moment.

So instead of all that, you decided to turn right back around, pour yourself a huge glass of cold tapwater and down it in one breath while Sam finished his brief conversation with his sister. The stinging pain in your chest that followed was enough to distract your thoughts until he was finally at the door, saying goodbye and thanking your for the coffee and saying sorry for intruding and taking absolutely way too fucking long to finally leave.

"Hey, um... I could give you my number? If you ever need anything or..."

He can't be serious.

"Sure! You can, ugh, put it in my phone," you replied, your hands shaking dangerously as you reached into your back pocket for your mobile and handed it to Sam, who knew better than to comment on it.

Once finished, he returned your phone with one of those irritatingly joyful smiles of his and with a final 'see you around' Sam Wilson was off and you proudly patted yourself on the back for successfully holding it together until you finally reached your couch.

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littlebookreader · 3 years

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hermaphroditorum turpis diem

This has two parts: Information and the fic itself. For slightly easier accessibility, I will put both in this post itself.

Some information first:

Summary: Lord Sanger disembarks from the Flying Circus to return something to the Inspector, as Clara concocts a scheme. (For the Thursday prompt ‘Favourite Place/ Setting of the Victoriocity Appreciation Week 2021 and a belated Bi Visibility Day post. Takes place during ‘SMS Brandenburg’, shortly after Keller’s rescue.)

Fandoms: Victoriocity(Podcast)

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: M/M, Gen

Word count: 749 words

Characters: Lord Sanger/ Inspector Archibald Fleet, Lord Sanger, Inspector Archibald Fleet, Clara Entwhistle, Father Kilburn.

Additional Tags: Crackship, (belated) Happy Bi Visibility Day everyone!, wanted to post this yesterday, but was way too tired to finish heh, special thanks to @shutupeiffel for the idea of Flanger being a mechanical part and wholeheartedly agreeing on the whole actor dynamic leaking into every show they’re in as a ship(crack or otherwise), so this is probably Chapyard as well, speaking of, Sanger is a simp, crackship, crack treated seriously(?), can’t really think of much else, author regrets everything(but not the ship itself), no beta we ship like Clara, here you go

@victoriocity-appreciation for the Favourite Place/Setting.

Part 5.5 of Love, Actually.

This was the information. For the rest of the fic, it’s all under the cut.

The world had never before seen such a wonder as the Flying Circus, owned and maintained by one Lord Sanger, who was just as much of a mystery to the circus members (and Fr. Kilburn) as he was to the rest of the world.

“Full of secrets, that one,” the priest lamented. “Almost as much as an enigma as our Lord and Savior, Archibald Fleet. Speaking of, I haven’t really seen any of them, since we took our little trip out to sea…”

The members of the congregation lamented their decisions to even attend the sermon in the first place.

Kilburn rambled on. “Do you think we should try to find out the whereabouts of our mechanical miracle, or should we wait for them to return.”

Someone in the audience, new, most likely, since no one really even wanted to be there in the first place asked: “Hasn’t anyone seen the Great Archibald Fleet?”

“Nonsense, my man, if we had seen him, the people present here today would truly understand what a miracle he is!”

The members present groaned. Another person, a child really, asked, “Weren’t we talking about Mr. Sanger a minute ago?”

“We were!” As he clarified the truth of the statement, the priest remembered something, a little piece of offhand information, that Sanger had shared with him, shortly before disappearing off to…

Kilburn knew exactly where.

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In the meantime, while the priest rambled about mechanical saviours and mysterious circus men, Lord Sanger disembarked from his cabin, landing up smack in the middle of the park. It was a funny feeling, being on ground, but he was a man on a mission, and that mission was to contact the Inspector.

He didn’t have to look very far. The Inspector and Ms. Entwhistle, atleast from where he was standing, appeared to be almost entirely drenched(in sea water, he’d assumed, since that was where he’d seen her last) waving off a hot air balloon, which after dropping them off, looked like it was headed toward the palace.

He wouldn’t have called himself athletic in the least, though the amount of time he took to reach there was praiseworthy, if he might say so himself.

He waved at them as he ran along. “Inspector, Ms. Entwhistle!”

She waved back with equal enthusiasm, while the Inspector cocked his head, looking slightly puzzled. “Lord Sanger? What are you doing he- on the ground?”

“Oh, I just came here to return something of yours actually.”

He looked even more puzzled, a surprisingly endearing expression, and asked: “Mine?”

“Well, I don’t know much about mechanics here, but I think this is yours.” He held out the strange part he’d just found lying around on the floor of the circus, mostly using it as an intent to talk to the pair. As far as he knew, it could just as easily belong the to the Inspector.

Ms. Entwhistle smiled at the part, and snarked, “I didn’t know you actually went about dropping flangers now, Fleet.”

He wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. Flanger? He blinked. “A flanger?”

Apparently, Fleet was also wondering the same thing, as he asked, with a strained smile, “Clara, what are you doing.”

“Just thanking Lord Sanger for being so kind as to COME ALL THE WAY HERE (it was a strange emphasis, even he had to admit that) to return your flanger.”

“Er. Thank you, Lord Sanger.”

He beamed at the pair. “Not a problem. Well. I suppose my work here is done.” With that, he began to walk back toward the park, not quite sure of this new feeling he had about the Inspector. Sanger knew he admired women, had loved many even. Was it really possible to feel this way about men at the same time?

It was quite the thought, and Sanger shook it away immediately. No, it just wasn’t right. Was it?

He had just about spent a long four seconds deliberating on this, when he heard Ms. Entwhistle call: “Could you wait a minute, please?”

“Yes?”

Maybe it was just in his imagination, but he could have SWORN that Ms. Entwhistle’s smile had grown bigger, even if just by the fraction. “I’m headed in a different direction, Fleet, goodbye!”

The Inspector glared at her, while Sanger chuckled to himself. He wasn’t quite sure what her motivations were, but he wasn’t about to question them any time soon.

“The coffee house, then?”

To his immense surprise, the Inspector smiled at this. “To the coffee house.”

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mrs-nate-humphrey · 3 years

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the lily-carol sibling murder plot is unironically more compelling than the actual carol-ivy-lola plot we got lmao. i wonder how lily would have gotten away with killing carol, was it just covered up? did she get off on a technicality? does ivy keep working with lola to seek vengeance, or does she decide to assume her identity full-time in want of a family, like she did in season 5? how does serena react to finding out her mom killed her own sister?? so many possibilities lmao

oooh, okay, so we're doing this, huh? well, i'll try my best. and if any of my followers/ anons with galaxy brains more galactic than mine wanna add or pitch in, PLEASE do!

so, van der woodsen women, you know. queens of concealment or whatever. we KNOW in canon that lily & cece specially are very "must protect the family name." i bet cece would find a way around it, assuming cece knows. it's very possible that cece knows and is like, whatever, because cece honestly loves her grandchildren 5000x more than she loves her daughters KLHFDKLGH.

alternately (& more likely) - lily kills carol, and then goes, fuck, what did i do!!! and she goes to rufus. nobody loves lily the way rufus does - and she knows this. he's engaged to alison, the last thing he needs is his ex (who he never quite got over) showing up at his place in complete disarray. but hey, is that blood under her fingernails? also her hair has never looked this awful in all the time he's known her. so:

"lil, what's going on? yeah, i can spare a minute. shit, okay, stay calm. if they don't find the body, they can't incriminate you. we'll find a way to fix this, okay? what's the murder weapon? i'll help you hide it. don't panic. come on. deep breaths. okay, let's go."

fast forward to now.

ivy dickens is shady, morally grey and lonely, and she immediately befriends lola rhodes, because lola doesn't take her shit. "oh, your family didn't love you? at least you had a family," lola tells her, smiling pleasantly while her eyes are stone cold. and ivy is like, holy shit, this woman.... anyway, they become best friends and then girlfriends. but ivy just can't get over it. "it's impossible that you don't have a family," she says. "now that you're 18, can't you find information about them?"

so they do that. at some point, organically, they bump into nate archibald, at the library. he hates reading, but because he's a himbo, has somehow become the ceo of a NEWS OUTLET of all things. this is their shot, so lola pretends to be ivy, finds a way to seduce nate against the bookshelves (not very difficult) while the real ivy just goes "okay, that's hot."

anyway, they use nate for information. once things fall into place, lola realises that she doesn't actually want to do confrontation, because it's just Too Much. her girlfriend goes, "hey, what if i pretend to be you?" and voila! charlie arc, babey.

lily freaks the fuck out when she sees "charlie" because she knows what's going to happen. lola meanwhile is busy building her case and... ends up genuinely becoming friends with nate. "if you're unhappy here, why don't you just leave?" she asks him at some point. he frowns, wondering what he's doing at a news outlet.

"what about the spectator?" nate asks.

"didn't you have writer and journalist friends?" lola asks.

nate immediately thinks of vanessa. calls her, and goes, "hey, how would you like to be the CEO of a news outlet? i ended up here and i hate it." and vanessa's like, "how do these things happen to you nate! but i don't wanna be a ceo, im a freelancer. i have friends and colleagues who might be up to task though, i'll give you a reference list and you can interview them or something." so he hands over the spectator to someone who actually knows what they’re doing.

meanwhile, ivy ("charlie") gets close to dan and serena. and then, at a coordinated time, she introduces them to lola. lola and ivy fess up to dan, serena and nate about their scheme and why they did it. dan and serena lose their shit over rufly, as expected ("my mom killed her sister??" / "my dad helped her get away with it??" ) - remember, both dan and serena are elder siblings, and fiercely protective of their little sibs at that. this is GENUINELY unforgiveable to them. they confront rufus and lily. van der humphrey drama unfolds.

im rolling with the "cece doesn't know what happened" arc here, because it makes more sense. she thought her daughter just ... ran away and abandoned her kid. she did not know that carol was actually dead. however, when ivy and lola show up, they both befriend her, and eventually tell her the truth. cece supports them, and BOTH ivy and lola get something they never expected - a sense of family. cece is like a grandmother to BOTH of them. when she dies almost Everything she owns goes entirely to ivy and lola. lily doesn't get a penny. serena and eric get a part of it, as expected, but not as much as ivy & lola. dan, also, surprisingly, gets things from her - things that used to belong to her late husband, vintage books, because even in death, cece is a derena shipper. anyway!

dan & serena don't know what to do about their parents being completely different people from who they thought they were, or how to break this news to their siblings. i imagine finding this information out would bring them closer together, and honestly, just following the general pattern of dan and serena behaviour, i feel like they'd begin dating again, or something along those lines.

ivy & lola spend the money they've gotten to travel, to go somewhere else. they're both actresses, after all. having trust funds means they can relax while they're at it.

nate..... i don't know what he's doing. but he's one step closer to happiness than he was before.

#gg rewrite #anon #im not a fan of the derena arc here but it feels like what they would do #dan and serena use each other as coping mechanisms all the time #for less traumatising/terrible situations. so this really could only go like this #this is actually a really fascinating arc.......... huh #we're really collaboratively making magic on here

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Home Is Where Your Heart Is

Folks, here’s the final update of the wlw story set in the Sixties, my third miniseries of the wlw writing project. I just thought this was the right ending for this story...for once.

Hope you enjoy it: if you do, please consider spreading the word!

New wlw miniseries will be posted once I gather enough inspiration and manage to write properly!

Previous Chapters: Living The Dream, The Girl Next Door, New Beginnings

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Two years after that day, I am flying all the way across the Atlantic, destination Paris. This time though I am not serving champagne and assisting the passengers. This time I am a passenger. It's my first time back 'on the other side' since I joined the Pan Am Airways...and it's the first time on a plane for Kelsey, sitting by my side. I let her have the window seat so that she could admire the ocean of clouds beneath us. She looked like a kid in a candy shop, sitting happily in her seat as the other passengers kept flowing in the main aisle. She even hushed me when my colleague was going through the cheerful welcoming speech, explaining the route and the safety measures. I shook my head and smiled at her enthusiasm. Then when the plane finally entered the takeoff runaway, I leaned closer and whispered to brace herself because we would need high speed to lift. She nodded and instinctively searched for my hand inhaling sharply as if she was the pilot in charge of the procedure. I took her hand into mine just as the engines started rumbling and I will never forget the look of purest amazement on Kelsey's face when we lifted from the ground and the airport buildings became smaller and smaller beneath us.

Of course I called her back. We met at Central Park a couple of weeks after our little chat. The sky was gloomy and chilly gusts of wind reminded us Spring is a whimsical season but I stopped caring about it the moment Kelsey waved at me. She was waiting on a bench holding herself in a plaid coat. It's silly but I remember every single detail and word we said that day. I asked her about her last exam and gave her a little gift I bought her during my last trip, reminiscing our conversation at the airport cafe. She wasn't expecting anything of that sort and gaped at the teddybear in beefeater uniform. I told her the clerk kindly reassured me that Archie, short for Archibald, was in perfect health conditions so he didn't need to be admitted to the toy hospital: she could keep it, he would make good guard of her. She chuckled and threw her arms around my neck, just like that, without thinking. I hugged her back and inhaled her perfume: it was sweet, vanilla maybe? When we parted, she insisted to get me a hot cocoa in return, "at the very least". So we ended up in a cozy little cafe she knew a few streets away. A good friend of her had worked there for a while before landing another job in a hotel, she told me: she offered to replace her but she had little luck and ended up at the airport. I found myself thinking that such shift wasn't so unlucky after all: had she got the job here, we would have never met, maybe. I hardly go downtown when I'm home, I mainly spend time with former colleagues or pay a visit to Nancy or my parents, whenever I can. How could have we met if she hadn't worked at the airport too? I didn't say it out loud though, I didn't want to be too blunt or -worse- make it all about me. She knew quite a few things about me already while I knew so little about her. We talked for hours, till the lamp lights gleamed in the streets, brightening the darkness now gently embracing the city. Kelsey told me more about her childhood in Michigan all cold mountains and icy lakes to skate on...it suddenly made sense that she wasn't bothered in the least by New York chill! How one day her hometown felt too small to contain her dreams so she moved to the big city, guest of an older brother who wasn't sent off to war. She enrolled to the nurse school and didn't waste time looking for a job. Even if juggling school and work was hard, it was what she wanted. And she felt like she was making her Nana proud. I liked hearing her talking of that woman who must have had a great influence on her or her roommates who held the wildest parties in the weekend despite their flat being anything but big enough to have room for all the friends and acquaintances they always managed to gather. It was a miracle that they hadn't had trouble with the neighbors so far... I couldn't help but notice that she quickly dismissed her parents and the sisters still living in Michigan. I wonder now if it has anything to do with the hint of sadness at the corner of Kelsey's eyes: as far as I know they didn't attend her graduation, months later, only her brother. He's in a Polaroid picture with the two of us pinned to the fridge: wearing his best suit and half hugging Kelsey, standing in the centre in her graduate gown and holding the gorgeous bouquet he gave her. We all smile at the camera...I'm sure Kelsey cherishes that picture as the brightest memory of her special day. Well, maybe one of the brightest memories of her special day. She held a little party in the evening to celebrate with her friends and roommates. His brother joined too and gallantly kept me company when I had no one to talk to. He reminded me of my Noah: he would have liked this party. Maybe he would have tried to impress the ladies with some smooth dance move and pouted at me if he failed...I suddenly realised that I could only hope he would still have legs to dance and walk when we meet again. If we meet again. I did my best to shake away such thoughts for the sake of the guest of honor, our graduate. I had a great time, despite the occasional nostalgia: we laughed, danced and drank cheap champagne, sloshing it over the rim as we cheered to the "new best nurse in town". Sadly, I couldn't stay as long as I wanted: I had to leave early in the morning, duty called. I left when the party was still in full swing after calling a cab. My steps echoed in the empty ground floor hall as I headed to the door, fixing my hair. The silence was abruptly broken a moment later by the sound of a familiar voice. "Sadie, wait!" I turned. Kelsey approached, panting as if she had run all the way down the stairs. Knowing her, she surely did. "Hey, nurse, wrong floor, the party is up there. Well, last time I checked" I joked while she caught her breath. My tease made her laugh. "Yeah I know...about that" she said, scratching the back of her neck. "Thank you for coming, I-I know you're always so busy and I truly appreciated you making time for me. It means a lot to me having you here today" She went quiet for a moment, breaking eye contact and looking at the tip of her shoes. I open my mouth to speak just when she met my gaze again with a deep sigh and a deep crimson spreading over her cheeks. "You mean a lot to me" Before she could think twice, she gently ran her hands up my arms and leaned closer. I tasted the cheap wine on her lips when they touched mine and smiled against her mouth as I returned the kiss. A sparkle of electricity ran through my spine as I pulled her close and her hands found my neck. Too soon a car honk outside broke the spell and we parted. "I'm afraid that's my cue and your guests are surely waiting too" I sighed and made to go but she stopped me. "Hold on" she giggled and ran a thumb underneath my bottom lip. "There, lipstick fixed, you can go now. If you have to, that is" We smiled to each other as I opened the front door. Before going my way, I gestured to the taxi driver and turned towards her. "You sure you're not drunk though?" Kelsey blushed and hugged herself. "What? No! I mean, maybe I'm a bit tipsy but..." she glanced over her shoulder to check if someone joined us and dropped her voice. "...But I meant it. I've wanted to do this for so long" I did my best not to blush myself and run into her arms once again. "Fine but...you owe me a sober one when I'm back. Just to make sure, you know" I winked, flashing her a smile. "Goodnight, nurse". That was the first of many kisses and many dates. Soon she found a job at the John Hopkins Hospital so meeting up was not always easy but now I all wanted when I had my time off between flights was to spend it with her. Talk to her over the phone whenever it wasn't possible. I held back a little at first: I didn't want to fall head first just like the other time just to be abandoned when I was no longer needed. Nor to be accidentally outed: I wasn't sure how my boss would take that. I explained it to Kelsey one night after much consideration: my voice surely shook as I spoke because I was dead scared that she would have changed her mind immediately after hearing my confession. I was wrong: there was no need to rush things, she said. She wasn't exactly out too and - she added with a soft chuckle- after all, she always knew that dating a Pan Am stewardess wouldn't be exactly easy. It wasn't easy, she was right. But she made it worth it. She won my heart with gentleness and sweetness, and I like to think I made her fall in love with me in a similar manner but only she can confirm it. Kelsey was extremely romantic, more than I first suspected. Unless she was terribly late, she would never leave for work without pinning a gracious note to the fridge if I was still sleeping, and she baked decadent heart-shaped chocolate cakes for my birthdays. When we went skating at Central Park around Christmas, with the excuse to help me balance, she wrapped an arm around my waist the whole time. For our first anniversary, we opted for a dinner at my place. I bought a bottle of champagne and a rose on my way back from the airport: when I handed the chas to the cashier, the heart was pounding in my chest in excitement...I felt like the main character of a romantic movie. Kelsey was a vision in the floral dress she bought for the occasion. When after dinner, we put on a soft record and slow danced barefoot in the living room, all the miles I had left behind to be there that day vanished from my mind. All I could think of was the woman in my arms, the scent on her skin, the comforting warmth radiating from her body when I spooned her at night. Her contagious laughter, those emerald eyes I would have never forgotten. It took me a moment to process she was whispering some Beatles lines into my ear. Oh please, say to me You'll let me be your man And please, say to me You'll let me hold your hand Now, let me hold your hand And when I touch you I feel happy inside It's such a feelin' that my love I can't hide That's when I...cried. I hid my head in the crook of her neck and cried all the tears of joy I think I would have never shed. They kept flowing, I couldn't stop. Poor Kelsey got all concerned and mortified, fearing she had ruined our night. When I could finally speak again, I cupped her face and brushed away a loose strand of hair. Smiling through the tears, I stroke her cheek and told her not to be silly. I'm sure the kiss I pressed on her lips after dropping the l word put her mind at ease. Since that day I am one of the most envied members of my crew. My colleagues always asks of my mysterious lover who puts such a big smile on my face and pamper me with the best anniversaries and sweet surprises. I don't share the full details with them and I'm amused to hear their theories concerning this or that passenger. I soon started realising what others found out sooner then I did: how badly I missed -and I still do miss - Kelsey when I'm away. I love travelling and all the perks my job has, but now a five days land off in a dream destination also meant five days, possibly a week without seeing my love. One day a pilot I befriended gave me his old Polaroid camera as a belated gift and I started taking pictures to show her once we were reunited. Old cathedrals, breathtaking tropical beaches, views of European streets or Japanese gardens....everything that would catch my eye. We make albums of them and they're all piled up in the living room library side by side with Kelsey's medicine books. Now a picture of us relaxing in the grass in front of the Eiffel Tower lays there too. When my feelings for my sweet nurse became stronger and stronger and she started spending most of the week at my place, I decided to ask her to move in with me. And to make a phone call. I wasn't sure what my parents would say so I called Nancy instead. I needed to call her anyway and I told her. The truth, at last. I caught my breath for the whole time she took a long pause before speaking again. "Are you happy now, Sadie? I always thought you deserved happiness, that kind of happiness but never figured out why it seemed so hard for you...are you now with this girl?" No trace of judgement or mockery. If my confession made her somehow uncomfortable, she didn't show. On the contrary, she asked if we could all have lunch together when they would visit New York the next month: Fred would be busy with business meetings for the most time but maybe we could have lunch downtown: she, little Cathy, Kelsey and I. And so we did. Kelsey was awfully nervous about the meeting even if she was curious to get to know my best friend. She soon discovered she had no need to be so tensed: Nancy flashed her one of her brightest smile and pulled her into a hug as if they were old friends already. Little Cathy was a bit shier and politely shook her hand before hiding behind me. She loosened up during the meal though: by the end, Cathy even offered to share some of her fries and surprisingly picked her to walk her to the desserts display. I asked the two of them to bring back something for us too and Cathy nodded before offering her hand to Kelsey. When they was out of earshot, Nancy took the old conspiratorial look I remembered from our high school days. "Someone's blushing" I chuckled but before I could say something she argued that she had so much time to make up to. And my companion seemed awfully nice. "As mom used to say, a health professional is always useful in a family" she added absentmindedly, playing with a stray. "Now we're family, huh?" "Hush, best friends are basically sisters and sisters are family" she shrugged. "And even Cathy likes her as far as I can tell. Oh, here they come and full of sugar!" As the two of them slided back into the booth and handed out our desserts, Nancy spoke again. "Kelsey, I was just telling Sadie that you should come visit one day" she suggested, throwing me a smile before addressing my love again. "Fred couldn't make it today but you can stay at our place and we can show you around. It'll be fun, especially if you've never been to Florida. What about Thanksgiving? If you have time and no previous arrangement that is" Kelsey froze with her fork still at mid-air searching my gaze. Her cheeks turned a little pink. "That would be-" I started but Nancy was quicker than me. "Take your time, just think about it. We don't need an answer now but we will be so happy to have auntie Sadie and Kelsey whenever it suits you, right, honey?" As she put an arm around Cathy's shoulder, her little girl nodded enthusiastcally and flashed us a chocolatey smile. Nancy, the gleeful avalanche. That eventually hosted the two of us during the winter holidays since Thanksgiving didn't work out. They took us on a Christmas lights tour and treated us like the most renewed guests. Fred kept a bit to himself as usual: I don't know what Nancy told him but he was friendly to both of us. We spent a whole afternoon babysitting my "niece" as her parents went buying the finishing touches for the grand dinner. We baked gingerbread men and Cathy was all smiles and cute contagious laughters. Covered with flour and ginger but happy. The few days we spent in Florida were so different from the life I dreamed and I'm used to, on and off airplanes, surfing the clouds and being one of the "feminine icons of the decade" as a magazine claimed". Yet they kindled something inside me: I will never regret my choice of becoming a stewardess but Nancy was right when she called it "a strategic retreat", among many other more appealing things. I remembered the question Kelsey asked me when we first met about being always elsewhere...sure, travelling around satiate my curiosity to see the world, meet new people but it was also a way to run away from what I thought I could never had: a place in the world, a place to call my own where I could feel loved and myself. All it took was a fortuitous meeting at JFK airport. All it took was a brilliant girl from Michigan. Now, little girls still ask me for pictures when I walk out of the Pan Am gate and tell me I'm the woman they want to be one day. But I don't bask in that glory as I used to when I started. When the vessel touches the ground again, I know that the best time of my day is approaching. Just an hour away. My heart bursts in sweet excitement for when I open the door of my apartment, hang my bowler hat to the coat hanger and smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen. I'll smile, hearing familiar steps approaching from the bedroom, and say my favourite refrain: "Kelsey, love, I'm home".

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cecesxwickedxocsx · 3 years

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December 8th — “Aren’t you cold like that?”

Attempting to date Santa was the worst mistake Odette had made this holiday season.

It had all started innocently enough, Odette had been walking up to the school with her best friends, it was cold as all hell but Odette, staying on brand, took note of the hot guy hanging out flyers.

“You guys go on in. I’ll be right there.” Odette grinned. Her friends rolled their eyes but left and she headed over to the man and his flyers.

“Hey, What do you have there?” She asked. The man smiled and handed over the flyer.

“I’m with a local church-” That should have stopped her by itself. Odette wasn’t against religion by any means, but her family was definitely non-religious, However, she nodded.

“Really? Which one?” He started to explain what church and how there was going to be a big church christmas fair.

“Oh? And are you going to be playing Joseph?” She asked.

“No, unfortunately I didn’t get that role.” The man shook his head. “I am going to be dressing up as Santa though.”

“The church is doing a Santa character?” She had to admit she was shocked by that one.

“Yeah, you know, kids really love Santa, we’re going to tie it into Jesus and God though.”

“Wow, Are you looking for anyone else to help out? Maybe a Mrs Claus?” She asked. He looked thoughtful.

“We don’t actually have one of those yet.”

“Do you want one? I haven’t picked my Christmas good deed yet.”

“That’d be great.”

“I’m Odette.” She held a hand out.

“I’m Matthew.” He smiled, she gave him her number and later that night, he sent her a text to let her know the church approved of her as Mrs. Claus and where to meet the next day.

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“This is an insult.” Odette commented as they handed her the costume. It was a large red dress, a white apron and to top it all off, a red mop hat

“You’re welcome to tailor it. It does look like it’ll be a little big on you.” The sweet old lady informed her.

“Just make sure it’s not too tight, we’re not trying to tempt anyone, Mrs Claus.” Matthew teased.

“You’re not.” Odette muttered. It was going to take some work but it just so happened, odette knew someone who could help her out.

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“You’ll pay me how much?” Jenny looked at her in shock.

“Two hundred, but I need it by tomorrow night.” Odette explained yet again. “I can come by tonight to figure out what you’re doing, but I’m trying to bag me a good boy, and the best way to snag a good boy is by leading him into sin.” She smiled. Together Jenny and Odette came up with a new outfit, something shorter, tighter, there wasn’t much that could be done about the cap but Jenny adjusted it so that it fit properly. At the end, she looked less like Mrs. Claus and more like Santa’s Side Piece. It was short, there was a little slit in addition to that.

“Oh this is perfect.”

“You said this was for kids?” Jenny asked.

“Yeah.” Odette turned, it wasn’t so short that she’d get clocked for indecent exposure, but it was definitely not something that a good girl would wear the church. Fortunately, Odette Archibald was not a good girl

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“Ho, Ho, woah.” Matthew’s eyes widened when he caught a proper look at Odette.

“Is it too tight?” She asked, looking down. The neckline had also been altered, as Odette did prefer something off the shoulder, and faux fur lined.

“I- wow.” He looked her up and down, taking in the red tights and the red heels.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s… something.” He finally managed to say.

“Good. So what are we doing?” She asked

“We’re going to um- hand out candy canes.” He answered her, holding out the bag filled with red and white candy canes.

“Oh perfect, I love these.’ She took one out and tucked it into the belt Jenny had made for her. It wasn't a real belt, but it cinched the waist in the way she liked.

“Cool- cool.” He placed a hand on her lower back to lead her out, but quickly snatched it away as if she’d burned him. Odette smirked, and walked out into the… gym? She didn’t know enough about the layout of the average church to know the name of the giant room they were in but it reminded her of a school gym. She smiled at a few kids as they came running up and she offered them the candy.

“Well that is certainly an interesting take on Mrs. Claus.” A woman commented, looking Odette up and down.

“Gotta keep it fresh. Candy cane?” Odette offered her one. The woman took it and walked away, not looking thrilled. Odette shrugged and turned, she was here for one person and one person alone. “Now where is that husband of mine?” She muttered, going to look. She walked around the gym, handing out more candy, until she ran out.

“Dammit.” She muttered, heading towards the back where she knew there were a few more boxes. She heard a small crash as she walked down the hall and she stopped.

“Is this how people end up with poltergeists?” She muttered. “Wandering alone though a creepy ass church? Or is that demons?” She placed her hand on the doorknob of the room that had the crash and she peeked in, her eyes widening when she saw what was on the other side.

Santa was making out with Mary, fake pregnant belly and all. She gasped, closing the door, not bothering to be quiet and walked away. She went to the back, grabbed a box of candy canes and walked out of the church.

Her Christmas Eve Eve was a total bust, now she was standing in line at a 24 hour coffee shop, sucking on a candy cane, dressed as Sexy Mrs Claus and definitely not in the arms of a hot Santa.

“Aren’t you cold like that?” The guy behind her in line asked. Odette looked over her shoulder and him and rolled her eyes.

“This is nothing compared to the North Pole.”

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 6

The next part!

Some feelings ;)

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Thursday April 4

"You should have tell me sooner."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey rolled his eyes. As if it would have change anything.

"Archie and I have this shit under control. There isn't much you can do."

Even through the phone, he guessed she was annoyed. D.R didn't like to be kept in the dark. Especially on that matter. Archie had insisted : they had to warn her about Nate. And I guess he's right.

"The victim isn't from our college anyway." he continued. "You can't make further investigations."

"I get that." she sighed. "But I'm a specialist with a diploma. I know Archie must've been a good support, but he isn't trained. What if he reawken his own traumas ? You remember as well as me how hard healing him had been the first time... I never had a case like his before... And by judging his ever expanding pack, we can tell he isn't completely cured."

"Yeah but until now, he's fine. And I think he can learn from this experience. For fucksake, I'm not stupid."

Seriously it was so annoying. He knew how to help people, he wasn't some heartless jerk ! D.R was the kind of person to worry anyway.

"Let's say I'll trust you on this for now." she decided. "I'll send a girl to watch discreetly over him when he goes out anyway. Sadly, I don't have any boy working for me. And once he's ready to be seen, you bring him to me. Now let's talk about our second... matter. My team didn't manage to get to the root of the website. Our prankster is good and we can't do much as long as he remains anonymous."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey gnashed his teeth. Damnit this is so fucking frustrating.

"This hunt is totally unethical." he grumbled. "There is nothing you can do ?"

"Well, I agree with you. A bounty for a prey isn't something I can tolerate." she replied. "But what do you want me to do ? I can order all the hunters to stop coming close to him but that's include you. There's no way I will treat you differently."

But this baboon is mine ! I'm his fucking boyfriend god damnit ! It made him think about what Zack had told him. I'm not ready to admit it yet. Not that he wasn't happy with the baboon but... He could already imagine the reaction of the community. The laughs and the teasing. They would never let him go away with that. Everything he had built so far would be wrecked.

"Forget it." he mumbled. "Let them try to catch the prey and fail miserably. It'll be fun to watch."

After all, many of them had already tried. And nobody had succeeded.

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey tasted his pancake. They were delicious. Of course they're... I'm the best. But still, he was a bit worried. It was their first date since Liam had discovered the truth about Nate, and the Dean's grandson couldn't help but be stressed. What if his baboon held a grudge against him for having lied ? Liam was probably too concerned about the midget to truly enjoy a date with his newly boyfriend anyway. They weren't that close and... Stop. Wait a fuckin second. What the hell ?! Was he, the best hunter, seriously thinking like a weakling ? This is... Man I just don't get it. Why am I stressing over something like that ? Is it because... It was so hard to admit it. The baboon wasn't any boyfriend. He was nothing like his precedent relationships. It was the reason Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey couldn't resolve himself to reveal the truth to the community. Because in barely five month, Liam became an important part of his life...

"Hey Dami, you okay ?"

Speaking of the devil, the baboon had arrived. Albeit against his will, the Dean's grandson ogled him. Damnit. Not only he had a great and unique (very unique) personnality, but he was hot for crying out loud ! Was it these strong arms ? Or maybe these thick thighs ? Or the eighth wonder of the world that was his ass ? It could've been these insane pecs or the little portliness of his belly... Anyway SOMETHING was attracting Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey like hell. He wanted to cuddle Liam like... forever. At least feel his strong yet soft body against his. And his damn hands. Big and warm ! Okay. Let's breath and stop being such a shame for myself.

"Dami ? Are you talking with the alien forces ?" asked the baboon, who suddenly stroke his cheek.

"What the... No. No." he stammered, now more than flustered. "I was just thinking about some stuff."

His boyfriend smiled. What a smile. Damn I hate him so much.

"Nate and I talked a bit." he suddenly revealed. "It's kind of clearer for me. He doesn't want to tell me for now, he doesn't felt ready and I respect thtat. He assured me I'm important for him and this is why it's so hard for him to talk... At least thanks to Archie, I know what I have to do now. I was so lost and pissed... I owe you an apology for my behavior this night."

The junior looked at him with amazment. This dummy was apologising ? Seriously ? Baboon, when I'll be used to all your cuteness and not affected by it anymore, I'll teach you how to be a little less sweet.

"You owe me shit." he retorted. "Nate is your bestfriend for a lifespan. After what happened to him, you have the right to be mad or whatever. And I'm the one sorry for having lied to you like that. I know we ain't dating for long and I'm already failing... I told you I suck at being a boyfriend so I guess it's also your fault for..."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was so busy talking, he didn't notice the baboon move. Liam embraced him with both arms and kissed him softly.

"Trust me Dami, you are wonderful and I'm not asking for anything more than you being yourself. You're doing an amazing job at this boyfriend's stuff and that's pretty normal because you're the best."

Okay. I wasn't expecting that at all. The blond lad buried his red face on his boyfriend's chest. What should I do ? This is so nice and so corny ! He needed a way to regain composure. To take the lead again ! Because there was no way, absolutely none that the baboon was consoling him !

"I'm sure you're sayin' that only for the pancakes." he finally whispered, not convincing at all.

It made Liam laugh.

"I'm not." he stated. "But the pancake definitely help your case babe."

Liam Saturday April 6

Nate grunted. Well, he was grunting a lot since the... The rape. According to him, it was because he wasn't feeling like talking. Anyway, so he grunted. Liam had learnt how to distinguish a frustrasted grunt from a scared one. Or, although it sheldom happen, an amused grunt. This one belonged to the last category. Well, the situation was kind of amusing to be fair. At first, they had head out only to go to the stadium, were the football team was gonna play soon. It was the only event Nate had agreed to come because Archibald was playing and Liam had insisted. So they were casually walking to join Nick, Colton and Dami when they encountered the witch. Which was why they were now hiding behind a low wall.

"How long are we supposed to stay here ?" asked Nate.

"Not so loud bro !" replied (not so discreetly) his bestfriend. "I swear, she'll kill us if she find us. Let's crawl over there."

The shortest lad rolled his eyes but obeyed nonetheless. He certainly didn't want to be killed by the witch. She's very persistent. But I'm getting used to her tricks now. They managed to move for ten meter at least before she decided to come in their direction. Liam froze, and held Nate next to him. First, I protect Nate. Then I run. (Sure he was taller and way beefier than her but she had magical powers, remember ?!).

"Do you need help ?" asked someone.

The chestnut lad raised his head and looked at the newcomer. She was a tall but thin girl. Her pale skin planted an idea in Liam's head.

"We're trying to enter the stadium." explained Nate before he could speak. "But we need to avoid this woman."

The stranger looked at the witch and smiled. These teeth... That's no good.

"It's manageable." she assured. "Come with me. I'm Jolenne by the way."

Liam was very wary but well, they followed her anyway. She led them in a dark path, apparently to enter the stadium by the staff's door. I can't let Nate alone with her. There is no way I let him alone with a woman anyway. His bestfriend had tensed up quickly. She was isolating them from the crowd, and he didn't like it at all. Neither did Liam of course. (He wasn't brave but for Nate, he would be ready to fight and get his blood sucked.) (Because yeah, she was certainly a vampire.)

"Here we are." she finally announced. "The back door, as you asked."

The two boys sighed, relieved. She doesn't want our blood for now. We have a lucky escape...

"Well have a nice evening." Jolenne continued. "I'm looking fowards to our next meeting."

They politely thanked her and went inside. There is something fishy about her, I'm sure of it. And it wasn't only because Dami asked him to be prudent around girls !

Their team won the game. Liam enjoyed it. He was with his friends and they all seemed fine. Even Nate. Besides, his boyfriend was there too. Sure, it didn't show much affection because they were in public but it was nice anyway. Dami had surely opened his heart to the chestnut lad since their trip in France. Now, Liam knew what kind of person he truly was. And yeah, because he's a succubus he's still sleeping around but it doesn't matter that much. (Liam is very open-minded). They didn't attend to the party after, because Nate wasn't feeling ready for it. So they ended up at Dami's place to spend the evening. The hero had already cooked diner beforehand, and Liam thanked him a lot for that. He enjoyed himself. He's so good. The food is so good.

"I know I made too much." Dami stated. "But I also know you eat a lot."

He was right. Liam and Nick dug in pretty fast. Everything tasted so terrific. The chestnut lad went for second, thrid and fourth. He would've eat more if only there were some leftover, but it appeared they had emptied everything. Liam found himself cozily sat in the sofa, his boyfriend curled up next to him. He was pleasantly full and happy. (Honestly ? Yeah his inner desire asked for more food until he was about to burst !). (The idea of a swollen stomach made him kind of excited.). The group played games until Liam started to feel dozy. The young lad didn't want to ruin the fun but he was falling asleep. His filling diner wasn't helping.

"Do you want to sleep here with me ?" asked Dami when he noticed.

Hmhmh... The tone was hopeful.

"We won't do anything of course..." he continued while blushing. "Just... you know... it would be nice if you stayed for the night and all."

"I would love to stay." assured Liam.

He liked this part of his boyfriend. The one unconfident and shy. I think it's super cute.

The chestnut lad woke up because someone was hammering on the door. At 10 am. Who was nasty enough to do that ? Even the forces of evil wouldn't be that mean ! The lad yawned and spawled. Not only he's a hero with amazing cooking skills, but he's so nice to sleep with... Dami had a soft skin that Liam loved. Not to mention, his little plumpness made him very attractive.

"Open the fuckin' door you dam brat !" a voice shouted. "I know you're in there idiot !"

The junior swore from the kitchen. He was probably awake for awhile now and cooking breakfast. Anyway, he arrived in the bedroom kind of... stressed ?

"My father arrived baboon." he mumbled. "You need to get out of here before he sees you."

Liam frowned. Wasn't he supposed to meet him ? Then he remembered how unkempt he looked. His messy hair, his loose sweatpants and his dazed expression weren't appropriate to meet Dami's father.

"Go by the window." this one ordered. "I'll see you later okay ?"

"Sure. Love you."

Liam didn't care that they were on the first floor. Leaving by the balcony what somehow very fun !

Nicolas Sunday April 7 – Monday April 8

< Imagenius : Late mb !! Very sorry Sav pls don't yell. >

< Abeautifulwomen : it happens a lot lately dude ! Was it ur hunter thing again ? >

< TheSavior : and here we go. >

< Imagenius : well yeah it was and it sucked !!! I tried to catch a prey but u know what he said to me ?! That I am too fat !!!! looool >

< Abeautifulwomen : he ? So a man ? Gays >

< Imagenius : Shut up fke girl. I still think u're an ass becuz u don't wanna tell me what the big hunt is about. I know the reward is huge !! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Maybe one day you'll understand i do this for your own good you idiot !! This big hunt is only troubles i swear >

< Imagenius : as if i would trust ya ! You lie abut being a girl so... >

< TheSavior : Okay now you guys will shut the fuck up with this hunt thing or god be my witness i'll blow a fuse ! >

< Imagenius : sorry boss... I'm just so frustrated... >

< Abeautifulwomen : sorry too... let's play to calm you ok ? >

< TheSavior : at least you're coming back to your senses. Let's go. >

Monday lessons were easy and Nick didn't pay attention. Honestly, his mind was drifting towards Nate and things related to him. The feeling of being powerless wasn't gone yet. Liam and I talked with him but it's obvious he doesn't want us to know everything... He probably doesn't want us to think less of him. Anyway, truth must be told, Nick was getting paranoid. They knew it was a girl who did this. And now, the dark haired lad was seeing shady girls everywhere. There was this "witch" Liam had talked about. She was following them most of the time. And I'm pretty sure she's trying to seduce at least one of us... She wasn't the only one. There were girls at every corner of this damn college. Nick was certain he had noticed Leila, Colton's sister, watching them from afar. But he did not know what they wanted exactly. I'm just turning crazy that's it. His own experience with the girls here didn't gave him a reason to trust them either. Their professor announced the end of the lecture. Nick was about to stood up but Colton held him.

"Dude maybe we should wait a bit before leaving." he smiled.

Liam was slowly waking up. If he wasn't sleeping most of the time, the man would've been one of the three top students around here, no doubts.

"Why ?" asked Nick. "Is there a problem ?"

He knew his friend : he was probably trying to avoid a conflict or something like that.

"Well... your trousers hum... split on your back." revealed Colton. "I don't want anyone to embarrass you by seeing it you know ?"

It led to a blank. Nick felt his cheeks burn. Well this is awkward. But it explains why I felt relieved... It was time to go shopping again...

Colton decided to come with him after their last class. Liam was heading back at the flat to see Nate and his boyfriend. The duo ended in a specialized shop at the mall. I didn't know this kind of shop were real. A lot of things were plus-sized here.

"You're not really that huge, but since you like loose clothes this shop will be nice." explained Colton. "Here, let's try these pants."

Nick looked at him, surprised.

"If I was smart, I would say you are a regular... " he teased. "Oh wait. I'm smart ! Dude how the hell do you know your way around a plus-sized shop ?!"

His friend smiled softly.

"My step-brother is on the heavy side too and we used to go buy clothes together because my parents wouldn't come wih him." he replied. "So yeah, I'm used to it."

To prove his point, he started to show Nick many trousers and shirts which suited him just fine. More than used to it, he loves shopping... He's boyfriend material. The dark haired genius would've been interested himself if he didn't knew Colton was hetero. Well, it didn't prevent him from coveting this hot stuff. Once they had finished, the two boys decided to grab a quick meal for diner. Nick thought it would be nice before meeting with his virtual friends who were annoying lately. But they bumped into Rebecca and Barbara right after they had bought their hotdogs. The petite blonde tried to ignore them, but her tall friend didn't.

"Hey neighbour !" she smirked. "Enjoying a snack I see ? I'm not sure you need it tho."

Nick rolled his eyes. Why was she so mean ? What was her problem ?

"I have something to tell you bro." she continued. "For the old times sakes. If you ever want a girlfriend, you should really lose that gut. You're so fat, that's disgusting."

She pinched his belly.

"I mean, Liam's padding looks kind of hot but you... This is just pure blubber. What a..."

"I think we got your point Rebecca." intervened Colton. "You and Barbara despise chubby people, it's your choice and we respect that. Now we're leaving."

He took Nick by the wrist and led him outside the mall. The poor lad watched the two girls laugh. Seriously... But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder. Was she right ? Maybe it was the reason why Theo had stopped their affair ? Maybe he was just too fat after all...

To be continued

Well, well, well... Dami has feelings. Cute :D

Liam is dealing with the truth now, and do is best to follow Archie’s advice. Each person suffering from this kind of trauma will deal with it differently, Nate has his own way to do. A professionnal like D.R is what they need to find these ways.

It’s the turning point for Nick. Maybe it wasn’t clear enough before, but he’s a bit of a social inept, and the opinion of others matter to him. So yeah, with time, he started to doubt his body, and now, he wants to change back.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #talks #Liam is worried but happy #Dami has feelings #Nick doesn't know what to think #Even geniuses have doubts #The big hunt continue #Chapter 4 #Part 6

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26 and 77 for the mash up list

Five Miles Is a Long Way to Walk In Florsheims

She really did it.

She — she just pulled over, told me to get out, and — kept on driving.

I know I was pissing her off this entire case (but especially today), I know I probably (definitely) pushed it too far when I did the vehicular version of Dutch-ovening her just now, a little juvenile humor to lighten the mood … ok, honestly, with the heat on, it was really kind of nauseating, even for me.

She’s threatened to dump me out before, like a dad yelling at the kids to pipe down or he’ll make ‘em walk home.

But — this time, she really did it. And here I am, by the side of a two-lane road in the far yonder of cow country, in a cold drizzling rain, in my suit (minus the jacket, which is … still in the car) and cheap dumb dress shoes from JC Penney — thank god I left my Nunn Bush oxfords at home, I guess? — watching the rented Ford’s taillights recede in the far distance.

I’ll wait a few minutes. She’ll come back.

Nope. It’s been fifteen already. New plan: Walk till I’m just over that next rise — probably she’s sitting there, waiting for me to catch up, parked on the narrow shoulder with the radio on one of her channels (theory: might’ve been the fourth airing of “Livin’ Lovin’ Maid” that pushed her over the edge; note to self, that’s enough classic rock for today). I’ll show up, she’ll forgive me, and we’ll get back to finding the Phantom Murderin’ Cowboy of BFE.

*************

Nope. Fox and his tired old dogs are walkin back to Cowburg.

*************

Five miles is a long way to walk in Florsheims, especially when the seams start to give and your socks are soaked and your hair is in your face and even your belt is ruined. It’s enough time to get titanically self-righteously angry, then run out of steam on that and rethink your position, then feel like utter dogshit for the way you’ve treated the most important person in your life, then script and rehearse your most abject apology speech dozens of times, refining it to remove all traces of self-pity and accusation and adding a few jokey lines so she knows it’s you and not some shapeshifting asshole wearing you as a skin suit or something.

I’m — I’m properly chastened, is what I’m saying, and all I want is to get back in her good graces. And maybe get some dry clothes on; my balls are rubbed pretty raw at this point.

Room 27, adjoining room 28, the last two on the end farthest from the road. I start to feel just how bad off I am as I cross the parking lot: I’m freezing, my left knee hurts like a bastard, my ankles feel swollen to the point of sloshiness, my back is killing me, and my feet — oh god, my feet … I limp to good old 27, then realize with a wave of despair that my key is in the pocket of my suit jacket, which I can see crumpled on the floor of the Taurus’s backseat.

Shit.

Rather than add “broken rental car window” to my list of crimes and expense items, I gather what’s left of my dignity — there ain’t much — and shuffle over to 28.

“Knock knock, it’s the bog monster of Black Rock Creek, I’m here to —”

The door swings open so fast I almost fall through it.

There she is, keys in hand and coat on — that determined/worried little furrow between her eyes quickly smoothing out and hiking skyward as she takes in my bedraggled state. I don’t get a chance to give my apology speech, because she’s already launched into hers: “Jesus, Mulder, you look like a drowned rat! I’m so sorry — I thought it was only a mile or so, but it took you so long, I got worried — you — I was so angry, I guess I just didn’t realize how far it was — oh, look at your shoes! I was coming to get you — god you must be so cold —”

The whole time, she’s dragging me inside, running to the bathroom to grab towels which she tosses at me, bending to help me shuck the worthless bits of leather that used to be size 11 Fed footwear, checking through my sopping-wet hair for head trauma — at least I think that’s what she’s doing, but I don’t really care cause it feels pretty good.

But I can’t let her do all the apologizing, so all the while, I’m trying to interject with my own mea culpa — about how it’s OK, I’m OK, I was being a dumbass and I deserved it and I’m sorry for questioning her take on the third vic’s cause of death (she was right, I was reaching, and being a dick about it besides), if she wants to Dutch-oven me as revenge, I’ll take it like a man …

That one finally makes her stop fussing and laugh, her big surprising Scully-laugh that makes me feel like a god for bringing it forth.

“Mulder …” she finally says, looking me up and down with a mixture of pity and amusement that kinda makes me tingle. “I’ll save that idea for another time. Why don’t you go get a hot shower and I’ll — try to find something to eat. I’m already dressed to go out anyway.”

I agree to this plan, and in less than an hour, we’re side by side in comfy warm sweatpants on the surprisingly decent couch, eating some of the best tortilla soup I’ve ever tasted. She brought icy cold glass bottles of Coke, too — “Hecho in Mexico, oh man, Scully, that’s the stuff!”

She puts hers down and hops up, going to dig something out of her trench pocket. “I almost forgot! I found something else to warm you up.” She holds it out to me — a pint bottle of Jameson’s.

“Heyyyyyy!” I reach for it, cracking it open and smelling it. “Where’d you get this? I thought this was a dry county.”

“It is,” she smiles, with an arch aren’t-I-clever look. “I bought it off the front desk clerk — smelled something on her breath and took the big investigative leap. She charged me a pretty big markup, but I thought it was worth it, under the circumstances.”

I agree, and ask if we have glasses — but this isn’t the kind of place that furnishes barware, so I guess we’ll have to swig it like a couple of winos under a bridge.

“I don’t mind swapping spit with you, Scully, if you’re ok with mine,” I say, landing a pretty ill-timed glance at her lips that I hope she doesn’t notice.

She does. It makes her blush a little, which she brazens through with a big manly belt of the Jameson’s. She hands the bottle to me and dares me with her eyes to do better.

I can’t, of course, but I try, and as the first gulp slides down my throat, warming me from the inside, I have one of those hot pulses of the deepest kind of affection for her — the kind that just shouts in my head, iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou, so loud that I almost give it voice for real.

But, of course, I don’t; we finish our dinner, taking occasional nips of whiskey, calling out increasingly sloppy answers at Jeopardy! and then Wheel of Fortune on the crummy motel TV.

The news is next and neither of us is in the mood, so I click through the five working channels and get lucky: North By Northwest is just starting. I scooch around to get comfortable, but I must’ve stiffened up — both of my hip joints and something up high in my back crack audibly, and the girly scream whistling out of me at the way my calf just seized would be funny if it didn’t hurt so much.

Well, I guess it’s funny to Scully — she laughs, but apologizes. Then laughs again. She’s ruthless, not to mention mean. I tell her so. She laughs harder. I pout dramatically, and eventually she relents.

“All right, all right — you’ll be useless in the morning if I don’t get you fixed up, and I don’t plan on carrying your bag through DFW airport. Get up on that bed, I’ll massage the kinks out.”

I swear I do not even have time to open my mouth before she warns, deadly serious: “And if you say one word about this is how some of your favorite movies start —”

Ahh, she knows me, doesn’t she?

I make like a totally innocent man — pure of heart, mind, and deed — and lie down on my stomach with my feet toward the headboard, propping my chin up on a pillow so I can keep watching the movie. Scully gets to work.

And she’s good. Got those doctor hands. Whoever’s in 26 must think we’re making the world’s weirdest sex tape in here, or else that we’ve kidnapped a moose that sometimes converses with Cary Grant.

By the time she gets to my feet, I feel like a melted marshmallow.

Scully says dreamily, “I remember watching this once somewhere when I was about twelve, and thinking Eve Kendall was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.” I make an inquiring noise. “You know — this scene —”

They’re on the train. Eva Marie Saint’s lookin ol’ Archibald in the eye, telling him she’s twenty-six and unmarried and likes his face, how it’s gonna be a long night, and

“And I don't particularly like the book I've started,” Scully murmurs along. I crane my neck to look back at her; her lips curve upward in the most delicious-looking arc, her eyes twinkling with that sort of mischievous/impressed look she gets toward me sometimes.

I love it, but it makes me a little jealous, so I tell her so. She just giggles and says, “Oh, don’t be jealous of old crushes!” I want to ask her who’s the crush, Eva Marie or Cary, but she grabs the other pillow and flops down on her stomach beside me and suddenly I can’t talk — I just lie there, grinning like a fool.

She passes me the one-third-full Jameson’s — one more sip each before she caps it for the night. We watch for awhile longer. During the next commercial break, she turns to me, studying me with a gentle smile.

“You look a little dopey,” she says fondly, and I laugh.

“I’m also happy, sleepy, and tipsy — wonder where the other three dwarfs are?”

Her eyes are on the TV again. “Doc … Bashful … Horny …”

Suddenly my heart is thumping way too hard. When I talk, it comes out softer than I meant it to. “I don’t think ‘Horny’ is one of the original septet, Doc …”

She shifts a little. She’s smiling but she won’t look at me. “Neither is ‘Tipsy,’ but I spotted you that one — fair’s fair, Mulder.”

“Oh, we’re being honest?” Where did this voice come from, the one that makes her shiver? There — just then — she did, she did shiver. I saw it. “Well, maybe there was a Horny. And a Woody, and a — Smitten, and a —”

“I think you better stop there, Prince Charming,” she interrupts, finally half-turning her face toward me. She still won’t make eye contact; maybe she knows, like I do, that if she does that, we don’t stand a chance of keeping this from happening.

The thing is, I want it to. I have for a long, long time, and I think — so does she, so has she.

That’s the source of so much of the tension between us; that’s really why we fought earlier, why there’ve been so many of these little flareups lately, embers dropped into dry grass and then stomped out with such vigor. We’ve been careful not to get into situations like this one, where the space separating us is so small that we can feel the other’s exhales on our own skin.

I drop down from my elbows to lie flat, facing her. I can see her eyelashes silhouetted against the washed-out lights of 1959 onscreen. “Scully,” I say, barely above a whisper.

It’s a long moment before she finally whispers back, “Not here.”

I know what she means, of course I do. Not on a case, not in a janky motel, not even a little bit under the influence.

“Then where?”

She shakes her head, a tiny movement that makes her hair fall forward, obscuring any part of her I could read.

She doesn’t know? Or she doesn’t want to say? I can’t tell, so I try another question.

“Soon, do you think?”

She tenses, and for a second I think she’s going to get up, or order me out of here. But then she drops her head to the pillow, facing me. Her eyes are huge, serious, full of something unnameable that I nonetheless understand.

“Soon,” she agrees.

I nod, nearly overwhelmed by my love for her, the tremendous weight of this moment, the desire that’s been there for so long I don’t remember a time when it wasn’t.

She reaches to touch my face, skimming lightly along one side, barely barely barely there on my eyelid, so softly; I close my eyes as she traces where she likes.

Her hand falls eventually, coming to rest in the little valley between us. I take hold of it, gently, risking a glimpse at her. Her eyes are shut now, but I’m not sure she’s asleep.

“I love you,” I say, but silently, the coward’s way. “So much.”

If she hears me, it’s only subliminally; that’s all the daring I have tonight. Sweet dreams, Scully, I think as I drift off. Sweet dreams.

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[Thanks for the long-ago prompt, anon -- from the Fic Trope Mashup list, Massage Fic and In Vino Veritas]

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archibald-2017 · 2 years

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I really hope Amy Schumer isn't the killer or something and is just the random celebrity like Prince last season because I need her not to be important

Edit: Yes I meant Sting, sorry y'all, I posted this very late in the night

#omitb #only murders hulu #only murders in the building #amy schumer #mabel #i cant remember her last name #oliver putnam #mine: archibald: hot take #mine: archibald: omitd

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hey everyone welcome BACK to my blog , hi , how are ya ? i’m RUZZY ( or ru , rudy idk if thats too much lmAO ) & i have not been apart of a group in 84 years ............ that graphic is so extra but i was bored & first impressions are everything , ANYWHO this is my mans WARNER played by my mans GRAYSON DOLAN , who lacks f’n resources so i gotta work some magic w/ all these gifs on tumblr lmao so any gif icons are noT mine for the most part they’ll be taken from gifs alr created ( s/o 2 the fly hunnies that made ‘em ) anyway ya’ll don’t really care abt me lmao soooooo here’s warner ! PLS feel free to hmu ANYTIME for the plots & things of that nature u could lit never bother me idc , my discord is 𝐫𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐳𝐢#1643 if u everrr need to get ahold of me when im not on tumblr !

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍, cismale, he/his. → look out, there’s 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐃. you know, the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 year old 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 of 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐔. you know, i overheard someone say that they were 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 , 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 and 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃. but that’s just rumours. fresh new pairs of air jordan 1's, the roar of a crowd in a stadium, and lost weekends come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ ruzzy, he/him, 18, est ]

TW : CANCER MENTION , SMOKING MENTION .

// » GENERAL :

FULL NAME : warner evangelino alexander vandergeld ( inspired by the antagonists of white chicks lmaooo ) .

HOMETOWN : new york city , new york .

NICKNAMES : dumbass .

AGE : twenty .

BIRTHDAY : october twenty-first .

ZODIAC : libra .

GENDER : male .

PRONOUNS : he & him .

NATIONALITY : american .

ETHNICITY : german , italian , irish .

LABEL(S) : the golden boy , the lothario , the jock .

TROPE(S) : chick magnet , hormone-addled teenager , unwitting pawn , upper class twit ,

OCCUPATION : college student & collegiate football player & full time frat bro .

FRAT : beta lambada mu .

MAJOR : environmental science .

POS : charming , charismatic , brave , athetic , dedicated , eco-friendly , high-moral compass , book smart , kind , energetic , optimistic , loyal ( most of the time ) , respectful , well-rounded , level-headed , ambitious , debonair , life of the paty .

NEG : compulsive , easily-influenced , dimwitted , hypersexualized , problematic , addictive , rebellious , bemused , defensive , clingy , hopeless-romatic , overly-competitive , envious .

INSP : nate archibald ( gossip girl )

// » PAST :

warner was born & raised in the city that never sleeps and is the product of evangeline moretti-vandergeld , an intelligent american-italian socialite turned environmental politician , and captain william vandergeld , a former navy captain , and now a shareholder in some boring fortune 500 company that allowed his wife and son to live an affluent , and privileged life . his mother however , was the real deal , often using their sum of wealth to donate to multiple charities , organizations , etc, she was dedicated to keeping new york city ( and all who lived there ) clean and safe , and she instilled those same values onto her son.

some people are born lucky , and others , lucky to be born . warner was the first option . his childhood was nothing short of happiness , and happiest days were with his mother , for as long as he could remember , any happy moment in his childhood was faded right into her.

things took a drastic change his freshman year of ( private obvy lmao ) high-school . warner’s mother was diagnosed with breast cancer , and little to his knowledge , it wasn’t looking pretty from the start . she was frequently in and out of the hospital for a few months at a time and it was not looking good on any fronts . one day when she went to the hospital it seemed like she never left , maybe she didn’t , those days were a blur for warner to be honest . watching his mother lose life , every single day was not a task he was up for .

by then it was just warner and his father , they were all they had in the big city . ( when he wasn’t always away on business ) warner grew up in that big luxy town house all by himself , with the company of loyal maids , chefs , and nannies of course . but in high school , the more he really submerged himself into it , it was a crazy world & he loved it . whilst getting demands from his father in tokyo to attend those boring sailing classes , warner instead headed out to their beach house in the hamptons for an early 20 rager .

warner undoubtedly knew the power he possessed , big man on campus type & it felt good , until about towards the end of his junior year he was honestly all partied out , but of course reputation is everything , in order to keep up thats when he picked up the real ugly habits , that were of course fun . smoking numerous amounts of marijuana , various girls in - and - out every other day was a feeling like no other , he knew it was wrong , he knew his mom would be ashamed , him doing all these things and not carrying on her legacy in some way . but he couldn’t help himself in a all honesty , and no doubt some of that transitioned over in college .

// » AES :

lost weekends partying , chicken wings & french fries , air jordan 1′s , gucci guilty cologne , friday night lights , clouds of smoke & red eyes , diamond encrusted jewelry glistening under bright lights in a dark room , nike sweatsuits , game winning moves , new york city at night , hamptons in the summer , spring break in miami , impulsive decisions .

// » TL;DR :

( and some stuff i probably missed oops ) warner is a conflicted mama’s boy who knows half the shit he does is wrong but can’t stop . after his mothers passing he had an absent father who seemed to always be away on business , only in town for a month or two , missing his sons’ multiple feats to keep himself distracted from the fact that his wife was no longer with them. created immense daddy issues for warner , especially since he was a standout football star & 2x stage champ in high school , and is currently playing collegiality for the irish , with dreams of making it in the nfl cause screw his dad he don’t wanna go 2 the navy , or work for dat company # not gonna happen . warner took great advantage of wealth & his fathers absence , but he’s lowkey partied out in college , or so he likes to say but he fakes it ‘till he makes it bc he doesn’t his brothers to think he’s lame . HE’S LIVING FOR EVERYBODY BUT HIM BASICALLY .

// » HEADCANONS :

warner is on a football scholarship majoring in environmental science bc although he most likely won’t do shit w/ da degree its for mommy .

he can EASILY be manipulated or taken advantage of , he’s book smart but lowkey dumber than a fucking box of rocks

immastonerbyyoungthug.mp3 . occasionally , but , more so than that ? he always manages to flush out his system in time if needed be , but he loves 2 roll up # stress relief

a BEAST on that field ( student athlete meme here )

has all the canon gray tattoos bc fuck what dad thinks . he wears a solid 16 inch gold chain , and another of the same length with his moms’ name on it , never fucking takes it off , showers with it cause he can .

ok ........ he rich , but like not i can do whatever i want rich ??? he may not ever have to work a day in his life , but he don’t got the pull u think he does w/ his dumb ass u probably couldn’t even tell he’s got money with his minimalist fashion sense .

he has a higher moral compass than most of his frat bros , but the stupid shit he does , u most likely won’t even be able to tell , he’s definitely a serial romeo and a heartbreaker , one compliment ? he’s ready to drop his pants & fall in love w/ u .

HE DUMB , but like he can talk his way into & out of anything , most of the time , batting those big brown eyes & a million dollar smile has saved his ass on multiple occasions .

// » WANTED CONNECTIONS :

EX-GIRLFRIEND : i’m thinking his first & only “ serious “ relationship while in college . were going pretty steady until he cheated on her ( hmm wc on who he cheated on her w/ ?? ) , she never found out but that guilt ate warner TF UP so he cut things off with her via text message and blocked her number , ignores her any chance he gets ‘till this day , cause he doesn’t have any balls and cannot face his fears .

FRAT BROS : lowkey what i’m MOST excited for asdfgh like whoever is in beta lambada mu hit me the fuck UP so we can discuss dynamics , roomates , allat .

FOOTBALL TEAM : same for above , he’s lowkey cocky & got sly comments when he’s on the field , he constantly humbles himself but can’t helps it , he is hot shit and he knows it , how does his team feel ab that ?? w/ his defensive ass !

GOOD-LUCK CHARM : prolly a girl ( bonus points if a cheerleader ??? im not picky tho i promise if ur muse don’t shake poms idc ) it happened out the blue , they screamed his name while the team was walking out for a game , and she called that he’d get 3 td’s and thats exactly what he did now they joke ab it and shit ( maybe a goodluck kiss b4 games bc its warner lolol ) idk i came up wit it on the spot but i love it.

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i’m a dumbass & this got way longer than i expected but if u made it all the way thru ily .

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me-myself-and-my-fos · 5 years

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Happily Ever After: The Wedding

Pairing: Archie Hopper x Nicole Blake

Word Count: 1373

Summary: It’s time...

Tag list: @robotarmjokes @astralshipper @dancing-with-skeletons @24hourshipping @starlovez @betsysinlove @svperflxsh @miyuswhoopsiedoodles @lildreamysoul @kittyandco @pastelnacht

Her stomach was in knots all morning. God, she was nervous. It was the most important day of her life and she was ecstatic. Not once had the grin left her face. She sat through her hair being done by Regina and Snow, and the insistence from Ruby that she wear some makeup, but Nic still refused. Her mind kept wandering to what was taking place that afternoon, and every time it did she would get a nervous lump in her throat and began to pace. She really wished she was in her bakery right now. It always calmed her down when she was nervous or stressed. But Regina held the power and said Nic was not baking, not today of all days.

Regina was her rock all day. She kept Nic as calm as possible considering the circumstances. In all honesty Regina was equally as excited. Initially when she found out that Nic had named Snow White her maid of honor rather than herself, she was upset. But that afternoon when Nic walked into her office at town hall and asked her to walk her down the aisle, Regina cried.

Nic stared at herself in the mirror nervously and tucked some stray hair behind her ear. Then she ran a hand through her hair, and then she adjusted her glasses. Emma came up behind her and gave her an encouraging smile, hugging Nic from behind but careful not to wrinkle the wedding dress. It was pure white with a halter-neck collar, and a simple, silver waistband. It was much more plain and simple than Emma’s had been. Nic let out a deep breath.

“Don’t be nervous. You look beautiful.” Emma whispered.

“You looked beautiful. I look… plain.” Nic sighed.

Regina tutted. “That’s no way to speak on your wedding day. There will be no more of that talk.” She walked over towards the pair and swatted Nic’s hands. “And stop messing up your hair. I understand you’re nervous but that’s no need to ruin mine and Snow’s hard work.” She flicked her wrist and a brush appeared in her hand. She started brushing Nic’s hair and attempting to tame it once more.

“Well I wouldn’t be so nervous if I had the keys to my bakery.” Nic rolled her eyes as Emma stepped back to give Regina more room.

“Absolutely not,” Regina said. “You are not baking on your wedding day.”

“It helps calm me!”

Snow chuckled from her seat. “If it makes you feel better, David texted me that Archie hasn’t sat down all day.”

“That really doesn’t help.” Nic tried to push Regina’s hands away. “Regina, honestly, my hair is fine.” She sighed. “I wish I could wave my hand and my hair be exactly how I want it to look.”

“Well,” Regina continued to brush her hair, “if you hadn’t given up your magic a week ago then you’d be able to do that.”

“Yeah, when are you gonna tell Archie about that?” Emma questioned, pouring herself a glass of champagne.

Nic fiddled with her fingers. “I will… eventually…”

Snow walked over and took one of her hands. “Nic, this isn’t something you just can’t tell him about.”

“He knows how I feel about my magic, and besides it’s not like it’s gonna be a huge impact on our lives. I don’t use it on a daily basis, only for emergencies.”

“And what if an emergency comes up and he expects you to have your powers?”

Nic sighed deeply, looking at herself in the mirror. “I’ll tell him. Just not tonight.” The door to the room opened and Killian stepped in. He smiled briefly at Emma before speaking.

“Nic, you look… wow.” He walked towards her. “He’s a lucky cricket.”

Nic rolled her eyes and faced him. “Must you always call him that?”

“Term of endearment,” he winked. “Now, you have a wedding to attend, love.”

The nerves only seemed to grow as they got closer. Regina squeezed Nic’s hand and gave her a reassuring smile. As they prepared to walk down the aisle, Regina could feel Nic shaking.

“Nicole, please calm down.” She whispered.

“But Regina,” Nic squeaked, “what if I mess up my vows? What if–what if he changes his mind?”

Regina took her by the shoulders firmly. “Listen to me, Nic, you are going to be fine, and Archie would never change his mind. That’s just your nerves getting to you. Do you remember what I told you?”

Nic nodded. “Just pretend like it’s only us. We’re the only two people in the whole world.”

Regina grinned at her ex-apprentice. “You make a beautiful bride, Nic. I’m… I’m so proud of you.” She hugged Nic tightly then pulled away. “Now, let’s walk you down that aisle.”

The moment she took Regina’s arm and they entered the venue to walk down the aisle, time seemed to stop for Nic. Her eyes locked onto where Archie stood at the altar and the breath left her body. If she wasn’t being guided by Regina, Nic would have stopped and stared forever. But instead she trudged along, an almost dazed look on her face. It took her a moment to come back to reality, and when she did, she noticed Pongo sitting beside Archie, with Marco holding the leash. She stifled a small laugh at the realization that Pongo is the ring bearer.

Before she even realized it was happening, Regina handed her off to Archie who took Nic’s hands and helped her up onto the altar. She was still very much shaking, and he gave her hands a light squeeze of encouragement.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered.

She couldn’t help the red hot blush on her cheeks. “And you look… wow.”

The Blue Fairy smiled. “Are you ready to recite your vows?”

Nic took a deep breath. “Archie, when I met you a long time ago, I was in a dark place. But you still saw good in me. You believed in me when I didn’t. For that I’m forever grateful because it gave me the chance to be the person I am now. I used to be lost and hopeless because my whole life I was told by my family that we don’t get true love or happy endings. I might not be able to have that as a Hearthwood—” she gently took one of the wedding rings from Blue and slipped it onto Archie’s finger, “—but as a Hopper I can. Because you’re my happy ending.”

He smiled at her. “For a long time I wasn’t the man I wanted to be, and for a long time all I did was help people find out who they wanted to be. Then you came into my life and I learned things about myself that I never knew existed. You changed my life, changed me, for the better. You helped me become the man I wanted to be. And I never want to give that up. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives because—” he took the remaining ring from Blue and slipped the ring onto Nic’s finger, “—you’re my happy ending too.” He brought her hand up and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

The Blue Fairy spoke. “Do you, Archibald Hopper, take this woman to be your wife, and to love and cherish her for all eternity?”

He smiled softly. “I do.”

Blue continued. “And do you, Nicole Blake, take this man to be your husband, and to love and cherish him for all eternity?”

Nic gave a smile, holding back tears. “I do.”

“Then it is with great honor that I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Time seemed to stop completely the moment Nic reached up to cup Archie’s face. They leaned in, and her heart leaped in her chest the moment he kissed her. It was the same feeling she got the first time they kissed, and it still got her every time. It was pure happiness and love, and bound to leave her breathless. Neither of them paid any mind to the cheers or claps as they pulled away and gently smiled at each other.

“I love you, Archie.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” He whispered back.

#mywriting #otp: happily ever after #my conscience #hopper-blake wedding #self ship #self shipping #self insert community #self insert fic #self insert #self shipping community #self ship community

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raindrenchedstories · 4 years

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Forever home CH20 The end.

It had been almost a month since the incident. Several figures surrounded a tiny marking the place of a dead man. And wasn’t that just the most human concept? When a being died, they were usually cremated on a pyre. Allowing all near by to remember them. Bear heaved a sigh. Raising two fingers to his forehead, he muttered a soft prayer.

Richter’s mother was still in near hysterics. Sobbing uncontrollably. Marry held her shoulders firmly. She’d all but been adopted into the Robinson family with gusto. And responded in kind, treating them like the family they wanted to be for her.

Neil had gone quiet. Leaning against the toe of Archibalds boot. He wiped a stray tear from his eye before turning away. For Archibalds part, he stood proud. But quiet. Occasionally he’d steal a glance at Bear himself. Bear just ducked his head silently.

Worm was nearly as bad, blubbering sobs burst from his mouth. Dutifully dabbed away by a repentant Avery. Lev gave a shuddering sigh. With one final prayer, everyone began to fizzle away. Archibald slowly approached, placing a hand on Bears shoulder.

“I’ll be coming over in a few days. But... I don’t want to disrespect this loss.” He glanced to the grave. Wincing. “It just... Doesn’t feel right.”

Bear nodded. Leaning into the touch. “I get it. Maybe after things settle a bit. But right now, it’s just too fresh.” His hand came up to his empty pocket. Forgetful. He gave a glance to a small hill in the graveyard. Over looking a large lake. Bear sighed, eyeing the man sitting quietly there. “You guys get going. I’ll... I feel like it’s my responsibility to talk to him.”

Archibald gave a nod in answer, and left with grace, scooping Neil from the ground as he passed. Bear took one last breath before walking up, and sitting on the hill. As best he could, beside the human. “He was a good man.” He started. The human beside him gave a bitter laugh.

“How the hell would you know? You only saw him under these circumstances.” He waved a hand to the retreating mourners. “With all this drama. I’m not... I’m not surprised he ended like this.”

“Okay. He was an ass then.” Bear gave a long suffering sigh. This just prompted more laughter from the man, though more genuine.

“It’s just. It’s just hard, alright? You always know you’re going to bury family, but it still hurts. Even when you know it’s coming.” He folded in on himself, giving shuddering breathes into his knees. Bear remained silent. He understood the pain but never knew how to handle it in others.

“We lost one of the good ones.” He finally said. Before offering a hand down. “But I know he wouldn’t want you bawling on a hill. Come on. Let’s get you under a roof at least.” He shot a smile down to the human before him.

And Richter smiled back, crawling aboard. He gave a passing glance to Bears pocket and was quickly deposited. In long, loping strides, Bear made his way towards the nearest warp gate. Being sure to talk to Richter as he went. Nothing particularly substantial, but a nice distraction from the gate’s influence.

A nagging feeling kept tingling at the back of his mind, however, something that just wouldn’t rest. Not after Richter’s father passed. “Richter... How have you been feeling? Since... You know. The incident. And then this.” He peeked into his pocket, watching the human roll onto his back to meet eye to eye.

“I keep telling you I’m fine. It’s just another scar.” The man huffed, moving to gather his feet underneath him. Bear chose that moment to ‘stumble’. Knocking the man back into the pocket with a little bounce. The two burst into a short fit of giggles. Some of the painful tension of the day leaving him.

“I’m glad you made it.” Bear huffed. The house was starting to feel a little empty each time they returned home. It was feeling less and less like a home since the attack. The ladders and pulleys Bear had spent so much time setting up were in the process of being removed. Several neatly stacked boxes sat in the doorway.

Richter heaved an audible sigh, his enclosure would be the last thing to move, but it was still going to be moved. Meaning Bear had already uprooted the fruit trees and transferred them to pots. Still setting them in the enclosure for the time being. But it drove home the fact that change was upon them.

The little guy had been sour about it for the better part of the week since he’d done it. Bears hand dropped into the little shelter. Richter perched on his index and middle finger on the way down. He slowly made his way back towards the plastic shelter.

Bear watched him carefully. Richter had developed a little habit of running his hand over some of his old scars these days. Never the mark on his chest, but along his arms especially. However, each time he did, Richter would just smile fondly.

A second chance. That’s what it had been. As it turned out, just one more near death experience was enough to shake him out of his funk. He was going to seize this opportunity. He wasn’t sure what to actually do with it yet, but he had a tight grip on it.

Perhaps he could fall in love again? Maybe he could adopt one of the less fortunate youngsters that didn’t have a family any more. He had no clue. He was just happy to be alive. If only he’d set a long term goal for himself. But then, what time did he have for that kind of thing?

For once, his survival was assured. His surroundings were changing, but comfortable. It was agreed that Neil would still be living on his counter while Richter lived in the garden. So each man could have their space when they needed it.

Richter sat on the stairs, watching out the plastic walls. He’d never thought about the rest of his life before now. Not seriously. It’d always been where his next meal was coming from. Whether or not a new face was friend or foe. He laughed when he recalled his suspicions of the giants eating people.

But for all the happiness that he had ahead of him, Richter couldn’t shake the heavy feelings weighing on his chest. If only his father could see what would become of him. With a shaking breath, Richter ran a hand through his hair.

This was a strange grief really. A long forgotten one that surfaced to bite him. Richter had mourned his parents back when they were captured. Celebrated their reunion, then lost his father all over again. Heart trouble. If the old codger could have just taken one break, or had learned to relax, maybe he wouldn’t be gone so soon.

He’d passed two weeks after the incident. There wasn’t much that could be done. Richter took solace in the fact that there was, in fact, an afterlife. Bear had been quick to assure him of such. And it was hard to deny when there were creatures like witches and ghosts. Even gods, apparently. Richter gave a silent prayer to those deities. Hoping his father would be happy. It almost felt disrespectful that he was even thinking of the future just now.

Richter stood. Making his way towards his room. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep for an hour. Then take a hot bath and just read for a while. Deal with the grief in small comforts. Something he never really had the chance for.

“Ricky?” He stopped about half way up. Turning to face the giant behind him. A hot cup of something rested in one mitt. The other offered a more appropriate, him sized cup. He exited the house to collect it. With a few puffs over the whisping steam, Richter lost himself in it’s soothing warmth.

He’d grown to love these times. In a strange little way. “You know, it’s okay to cry. If you need too. Parting ways with someone, it’s hard.” Bear assured. Richter let off a small chuckle. Dipping back into his mug. “I will. Probably. It’s just... I never had much time for grief in the past. So it’s going to be a learning curve. One I might not get for a while. I care. I hurt. But I can only really think about the next step.” He shrugged. There was never a chance to just break down and wail. You worked through the hurt when it came. “Right now my next step is a hot nap and a long bath.” He chuckled. Bear gave him a funny look. “A hot nap?” Richter paused mid sip. Laughed, then waved a hand in the air. “Well a much needed one. Apparently.” Bear gave him a stern look, a warning to finish that drink quickly. Which he did. In seconds, Richter was scooped. The clicking of an access hatch caused him to shudder uncomfortably before he was plopped softly onto the floor bed. Two blankets were tossed over him and Bear turned to leave.

The day became a source of constant motion, as did the next few. Eat, bathe, sleep, rinse, repeat. Richter had time to really process the loss of his old man. Truth be told, he hadn’t needed it. Instead new worries flooded his mind. Something he wasn’t quite ready to think about. But it bit him in the ass the night before moving preparations would resume. While he was sleeping.

The memory of a swaddling light returned, the warmth that flooded him. The shuddering in his chest as air returned easily. The flow of something, burning, coursing, revitalizing itching to be unleashed. Richter shot up with a start, feeling a familiar, yet abnormal heat spreading through his hands. Something tingled beneath his palms.

He stared at those palms, taking in a radiant light that surrounded them, illuminating the shadows of his bedroom. Richter took a few panicked breaths. Ready to call Bear in the event it got out of hand. Was he going to set something on fire? Or hurt himself? What if he suddenly burst apart?

* Bear had just stepped out for a glass of water when he caught sight of a shimmering glow. He had to look twice to confirm. Before gently wrapping his knuckle on the access hatch to Richters bedroom. “You okay buddy?” “No.” Never had the giant moved so fast to scoop the little fellow. Despite his protests. “No! Bear! I don’t want to burn you! I don’t want to hurt-” “You couldn’t if you tried. Ricky, calm down. Relax. Now you remember how I saved you right? Binding your life to mine. Making you my familiar.” He soothed the man in his palm, running his thumb over his back and shoulders. Richter winced. Curling in on himself. The giant continued. “That’s my magic you’re holdin’ in your palms there. It’s not going to turn on it’s source. And it’s not going to turn on you. You’re just reactin’ to something. What’s scaring you?” He sat at the kitchen... Counter. The table was packed. Not to mention the chairs were gone. A good sturdy crate supported the bearded one. Richter visibly took a few deep breaths, the light started to fade from his hands. “You know how I said I’m fine?”

“You’re not?” Richter shook his head in response. Bear lifted him next to his heart and gave an almost bitter chuckle. “Yeah I knew it. Ricky, you’re not supposed to be alright after that shit. And your pa passing on after that? Hell you’ve got a lot on your plate.” Richter nodded sadly. “And now I’m staring down a long... LONG life ahead of me. Bear, I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do.” “Well, the good news is, you have time to decide.” Bear smirked. His mirth was not well received this time. As Richter glared him down. “Okay, okay. Not a good time.” “Yeah, No.” Richter deadpanned. “But... You have a point. I just. I feel like I have to do something now. I can’t rest. I’ve tried.” Bear nodded in understanding. “I’d say ‘get a pet’ but look where that got me.” He smirked. That was better received. The man in his palm burst into full blown guffaws over it. “God. What a horrible fate. Could you imagine? Putting me through the bullshit you had to go through? I’m not sure how you handled it so well.” It was Bear’s turn to laugh. Thundering through the room. He leaned on the counter with a smirk. “If I looked at all composed through any of that, it was because of your smaller perspective. I was was terrified.” As the moment quieted, Richter finally dropped into Bears hand completely. “All joking aside. What would you suggest? This is such a daunting change and...” He waved a vague hand in the air. Bear huffed out a breath. “For now? Let’s just focus on getting packed up. Moving in with... Arch. Gods I can’t believe this is happening.” Butterflies shot up Bears stomach before he reigned himself in. “And... Neil’s staring down the same barrel. So maybe he can pull you through it. Because if I were to be honest, I couldn’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.” Richter perked up. Bear continued. “Hopefully this’ll be the last change you don’t have agency in.” “Bullshit I don’t have agency. How many times did you ask me if I was okay with this? Fuck Neil and I were taking bests on who was moving where. I lost.” He laughed. Bear sighed. “Seriously? What do pets even use as betting currency?” The word ‘pet’ had become more of a term of endearment. Especially when he saw the way his little friend would burst into laughter. “Cooking. We bet on cooking. God. Bear I haven’t actually MADE anything since I was rescued.” That was one way of putting it. ‘Captured’ was a more accurate term. But Bear let that go for now. Richter was entitled to his delirium. Misguided as it was. * With things more relaxed, the two settled down for their night. The next day, Richters enclosure was dismantled and packed. Like the rest of the house. He was aiding in the packing of certain knickknacks when Richter found a familiar photo. One with a bad memory attached. “Don’t know what I was thinking back then.” He huffed. Bear turned to the photo. Then shook his head, a frustrated sigh escaped him. “Nor do I. You can be such a brat sometimes.” He huffed. Not realizing the last part translated. Richter turned with a glare. Sticking his tongue out. “Don’t you make me kick this thing over again.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Funny, A giants glare should be terrifying. Richter just took it as a challenge. He smirked, narrowing his eyes in return. But the photo was obviously sentimental. Maybe he’d knock over something less important. He booted a fake rose off the mantle. Sharing in a short laugh. Soon enough the house was packed in several boxes. It was strange to think their entire lives were in there. Bear was sleeping on the floor for the evening, with Richter not far away. It was decided he’d sleep in his carrier for the night. Much to Richter’s protest. Despite his best efforts, he was back in the box. Something felt far too familiar about this position. With a huff of agitation, Richter folded his arms. Bears snores shook the ground. The whole thing smelled like lavender. Something the human had grown used to these days. He was surrounded by plush surfaces. A great improvement over his first experience in this thing. If it weren’t so dark, Richter would try and climb off some of this extra energy. Moving day would be on them in the morning. Then, then he’d figure out what was next. Shutting his eyes, Richter drifted off. His dreams were strange. A retelling of his recent past with Bear, with the knowledge he had going forward. Surprisingly it didn’t make those memories much easier. Particularly because he was laughing through most of his dreams. Richter was shaken from his sleep slowly. The carrier was rocking from side to side. Someone was talking. Archibald? Groggily, he gathered his feet below him attempting to balance himself. He managed to climb the airholes slightly, and was greeted with an eyeful of shaggy black beard. “There’s the little guy! You slept right through us moving the house. You were last.” “Glad you didn’t forget me.” Richter allowed himself to drop back into the soft floor. “How could we? You were snoring so loudly.” Archibald laughed. The human huffed out a little air, then dove further under the blankets. “Yeah well. If you don’t need me, I’ll be sleeping.” This was received with a pair of laughs. He was jostled awake again by the time they arrived. Neil had been happy to help him lay out his stuff. By then the house had looked more like a small invasion happened than a moving day. As already many of Bears things were strewn about haphazardly. With weary limbs, Richter hauled himself onto Bears hand. The moment he hit the ‘ground’ he was tackled into a hug. Knocking both men to the floor. Bear heaved a sigh. “I’ll never get used to that.” He griped. Archibald quirked a brow. Both humans were rattled by the small earthquake that two nearly sixty foot giants made. Bears laughter echoed under the mountain. As both humans tried to ignore the outright bombardment of affection the two giants shared. “You two should take that to another room.” Neil suggested. Richter popped him across the head with a huff. “Oh let them be. They waited long enough.” He scolded. Regardless, the pair stood, making their way about the home. Neil and Richter were unceremoniously locked inside Neil’s house while they worked. Much to the shorter human’s protest.

Richter was long used to this. Choosing to make use of his friends kitchen. Wasn’t much you could do when a giant told you to stay put. So he amused himself with the art of cooking. Or, at least, burning things until you could mildly call that cooking. Interrupted by the occasional thud as the giants moved in. Bear had kicked up a fuss about Richter’s enclosure and where to put it. As well as needing to set it up right now, so Richter could sleep in his own bed without stress. The man in question just rolled his eyes skyward. That wasn’t happening for a while. At least, not until Archibald would stop fussing over all the photos and decorations they had yet to put up. So, while Neil swore never to bet with food again, Richter started making himself a space to sleep. Little things started to make themselves needed. Bed, house arrangements, the few possessions Richter had. Small paths became clear. As night began to fall, Neil and Richter had settled in the living room for bed. The blonde looked through Richters belongings and paused. He leaned a painting back with a little sigh. “This um... This was done by Worm yeah?” He turned it to Richter. The taller man glanced it over and gave a soft laugh. “Yeah. When the family reunion happened. Worm got so exited about bringing us back together, he had to paint us. I guess. It’s nice.” He eyed over the faces of his mother, and his father. Alive, seemingly happy. Though this was a depiction through Worm’s eyes. One thing to note, was that his father had a firm hand on his shoulder. Come to think of it, the man hadn’t let his son go that whole time they were posing. Nor had he let go of his wife. Richter tucked his legs up under him with a small sigh. “I guess... We’re both going to be around a long while. What are you planning to do with it Neil?” He turned to his friend. Only to get a vague shrug. He watched as his friend paced the room before sitting himself down and folding his hands. “Come on man. I’m still in the mindset that breakfast is whatever I manage to scrounge up. I’m taking it day by day.” Neil smirked. “What about you?” Richter could only wave a vague hand in the air. Causing Neil to burst into laughter. Normally Richter would be concerned about the other guys hearing, but given the snoring rumbling the whole mountain, he figured they were out. “No idea. Dad passed right after and... Then the move. Bear and I talked about it but... This is just another thing I need to do I guess.” He lit his hand up with one of the only two actual spells he knew. A light spell. “But in comparison...” Neil nodded. “Yeah no need to explain. We have food, we have warm beds, and as a bonus, we have roommates. Which by the way, you and I are living together now so now we have a support system.” Richter gave a laugh. “So where do we go from here?” “Therapy. Then world domination. That’s my plan any how.” Neil deadpanned. Richter gave him a flat look. Regardless, the men dropped into their beds. What tomorrow brought would be what happened. But for now, Richter chose to lay back and just think. Perhaps planning his future would be a moot point. Though a flicker of a thought ran through his mind. Someone needed to record everything that happened. He’d have to ask for paper tomorrow. Work his way through his memories. Collect stories from other humans, get the gang back together, and tell the story of how they tried. He’d live generations longer than any human. His bond to Bear made that a certainty. So, someday, humanity wouldn’t even remember this spot in their history. Just as he only had foggy memories of life before the world broke, but his mother remembered it clearly. There was a plan at least. He shut his eyes, and just listened to the soft breaths of his companion. Long slow breaths where pulled and pushed like the soft shush of the sea. Or, What Richter assumed the sea was like. He’d never actually seen it. Perhaps he would make an effort to do that. There was time now. Time for dreams and hopes. Times for memories old and new. The future was daunting. Long, and uncertain, full of change. Richter was finding, however, that change was becoming a good thing. It was easier to handle now that there was a certain permanence behind it. Sometimes that meant parting ways with important people, places, and things. Like his father. But that also meant new meetings. New discoveries. Where one thing ends. Another always begins. At the end of the day, so long as Richter had a pillow underneath his head, and a meal in his belly. So long as he was surrounded by close friends and found family, he’d be home. With those thoughts, Richter drifted off at last. And for once, he had no real concerns about the weight of tomorrow to come. A genuine smile spread over his features.

#Forever home #Last chapter #Some drama #Character death #Grief #Loss #Moving on #Bitter sweet

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malereader-inserts · 5 years

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More Than Exes

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Archie Andrews x Ex!Male Reader Summary: A story of loss and gain Word Count: 2282

Archie was a man of many ladies and many men.

But, amongst his many exes, there was one that he was always hung up about. Veronica was a great girlfriend and the sex banged but there was someone he longed for more, a spark he vaguely remembers and the pouring rain that puts out his blazing fire.

He longed for you.

You and he were the It couple, before Veronica, before Jason’s murder. It was a strong relationship, have their ups and downs, someone who loved him for his personality and looks because he wasn’t as ripped as he was before summer. You were his everything as he was with you. But, news travels fast that you were moving across seas and living in France, you didn’t know when you were coming back and you knew that the distance would eventually break you two apart.

“If things are still there, maybe we are meant to be, Arch,” You softly spoke, running your hand through his hair.

“I don’t want you to leave, (Y/n).”

“I know, babe, I don’t want to go.”

No one spoke of you when school started, people missed your stupid grins and loud proclamation that you adored Archie Andrews. They missed you, the ball of energy, the person that screams the loudest during a football game or clap the biggest during music performances.

Everyone just made no effort to mention you because your presence was missing, the atmosphere was quiet.

When Archie got with Veronica, most people knew it wasn’t going to last because Archie still takes a moment to look at the trophy winners cabinet to look at your smiling face, a victorious win for the water polo team.

Archie smiled when he was with Veronica, but he grinned when he was with you.

Archie often looks to Betty and Jug’s relationship, remembering the adventures you and him would venture off to. Archie often stays awake at night remembering small details, he hides photos and love notes away from Veronica.

“You have to move on, Archie,” Betty spoke with their windows open and they spoke across.

“I miss him,”

“But, what about Veronica?”

Archie’s favourite moment with you, or at least the one that stood out to him the most. The one that repeats over and over again in his head. Was the night before you left to live across the pond, a night you last shared as a couple.

You were lying on his shoulder, the midnight moon looming over you and shining through the small parting of the curtains. Your arm was slowly coming numb as it comfortably wraps over Archie’s shoulders, at your hand was held by his hand.

His head rested on your shoulder as you both stare at the ceiling, the silence was calming as the only noise to be heard was the soft breathing that matched the occupants of the bedroom.

“With you, I’m comfortable. I know I can talk about anything or sit by your side in complete silence. You see me at my worst but only talk about my best. I can be happy about my biggest achievements, while you know my deepest insecurities. I’m comfortable with you, and you should know that means everything to me.”

Archie hums as he listens to you because you had more layers to a loud lover. He found a passionate romantic as you dance with him in the kitchen whether it was upbeat or slow, or how he was often treated to fancy meals, or how Archie found himself in a soft but full of fire kisses.

Archie knew your true insecure side, how you feel like you are not enough for him or how things might change between you two when you leave. Archie knows your likes and dislikes.

But, he also knew that you kept a list of his favourite food at each restaurant you visit, so you know what to get him when he wasn’t by your side. He knew that you keep a box of his love letters as he did with yours.

“Some say love only feels right if you get butterflies. I say that’s bullshit. Whenever I’m with you I am calm and at peace with the world. Yes, I’m still the wild animal I’ve always been… but everything inside me is quiet and my heart is full of love. I feel like I can stop running, for once. And let me tell you: to me, that is so much better than butterflies.”

“Don’t go pouring your heart out now,” He warns, “Because I might start doing that and we may cry, and we can’t be two loved-up boys loving each other.”

You snort a laughter as Archie grins to himself.

“You fuck me up, Archibald Andrews,” Archie grimace of his full name being used but he felt your lips against his hair, “Maybe I’m scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about, everything I want.”

“I know,” Archie breathily spoke, “I love you.”

There was a silence, the last thing he remembers that night was him slowly falling asleep and your soft calming murmurs of love one last time.

“If I could trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday, I would.”

It had been almost a year and so months since you went. Archie was soon turning seventeen and the last time you saw him, he was sixteen with skinny arms. Archie had just got out of his court trials and the expose of the underground fight club had let Archie breathe a little.

But, when he had Veronica by his side, his mind wandered if his situation was different if you were around. There would be no obsession between the father and daughter of the Lodge household, Archie wouldn’t be in a hot mess.

“You know, I think you should break things with Veronica,” Jughead suggested as Archie hung around at the trailer, surrounded by Jughead and Cheryl whilst Betty distracted Veronica for a best friend day out.

“I agree,” Cheryl nodded, “You’re not you anymore, Archie, especially without him.”

“I don’t want to hurt Veronica-”

“You’re hurting her more if you don’t break things with her, it’s obvious that you’re still in love with (Y/n), either break up with Veronica or move on,” Jughead advised as Cheryl tightens her smile and nods.

“I haven’t seen you more in love with anyone else but him,” Cheryl continues, “It’s obvious that you guys are meant to be.”

“I just feel lost without him-” Archie sighs, “You know, I often think would everything be different if he just didn’t go.”

“Of course,” Cheryl spoke, as she watched Archie slump in the chair and stare at the fire, “You know, this is just one small test of your love when he comes home maybe everything was just there, just how you left it.”

“You’re just looking for something you and him had in Veronica, and if you keep doing that you’ll burn out,” Jughead advised, shrugging his shoulders, “V is great but you know she’s not the one.”

“But-”

“Do you love (Y/n)?” Cheryl interrupted.

“Well, of course,”

“And how do you know?”

Archie looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed together confused for a moment because he wasn’t thinking when he was speaking, Cheryl and Jughead knew he spoke from the heart when he had you in his mind. Whilst he had Veronica fooled for thinking all his loves songs are for her, it was the soulmate across the waters.

“Because my soul knew him far longer than I have. All I know is I’ve never felt anything this deep. I know that whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

Veronica never thought that there will be the day that Archie Andrews would break up with her. Hiram Lodge vowed to ruin the Andrews boy because no man should walk on earth that dares to hurt his mija.

Archie felt relieved, some sort of weight was lifted off his shoulders as he told his dad about it, his dad looked at him before nodding. Fred Andrews knows his boy and knows love. If his son was able to get his happy ending then he’s going to encourage him because he never did get his happy ending.

Archie had a fresh breathe of air as he was welcomed to school on Monday, the news travelling fast in the grounds. Many of his teammates teased him, congratulating him for being single, some hinted if he was going to find you again.

Everyone knew that there was no better pair than you and him, you were his anchor, his biggest fan, his best friend, you more than his boyfriend. He was more than your boyfriend, best friend and another half.

People call them soulmates, you two were lucky to stumble into each other’s lives early on. Was love young? Absolutely. Was love foolish? With every fibre it was. But, lovers know love and you wouldn’t trade it for any other.

Veronica and Archie remind friends, or at least civil as they could be. But, Veronica couldn’t help noticing how much Archie smiled more, or how he joked often, she noticed how he continued to make love songs without her in his life.

Veronica knew Archie didn’t love her like she loved him and that broke her.

Veronica was smart, she was a tough cookie, but it pained her to find out that her friends and cheerleader gang all knew that relationship was going to sink.

No one told her why.

It had been a month since Archie and Veronica broke up.

Tensions were there but there was nothing that they could do. Christmas had past and there were the harsh winters. January was often the hardest time, with the severe snow and unrelenting cold, it was almost impossible to function.

Archie, Veronica, Betty and Jughead walk down the hallway together, behind them they heard gasps and quickly hushed murmurs. Betty looked over her shoulder before jugging on Jughead’s hand, they both twirl around with grins on their faces.

“Archie?”

Archie stopped at his tracks as he spun on his heels, facing someone he had longed for. Archie made a step forward as Veronica looked confused, behind her friends. Her eyes gazed on you, she found nothing special about you but Archie?

Oh, how he could barely breathe, but oh when you had smiled everything had realigned for him. The world made perfect sense to him, the skies were blue and the warmth radiated from you.

When your (e/c) stare at his brown eyes, you had fallen in love with him once again. You use to think brown eyes were uninteresting until you gazed upon his and you suddenly realized all the potential brown held, you saw houses, books, playgrounds, forests, river beds and hiking trails. Your future flash before you in shades of brown.

The feeling was still there as if days, weeks, months had passed was nothing. A familiar spark that Archie craved and that excitement course through him. Your soft gentle eyes held adoration for your lover, you craved for his touch, his hugs and electrifying kisses.

“(Y/n)?” Archie breathes out, afraid it was one sadistic dream.

Everyone watched, just two lovesick boys standing in the hallway, it was one cliché plotline - Jughead would agree. But, this was the only couple that they truly cared for because everyone some take decades to find their other half, but you two were rare high school sweethearts.

“I’m home, mi amour.”

Archie bolted into a sprint as you laughed, catching him into your stronghold. Archie breaking the hug, touching your face making sure you wouldn’t disappear through his fingertips.

“You’re home?”

“I don’t think you can get rid of me for a long time, Archie. I’m staying and the next time I leave, I’m having you by my side.”

Archie beams, a smile that Veronica has never seen, as she watched Archie smashes his lips onto yours. The hallway erupt to claps and cheers as she watched two lovers reunite, a grinning kiss that held desperation and love, something she could never achieve with Archie.

She watched how Kevin and Josie cheer, Kevin breaking out the phone to update the whole town of the lovers’ long-awaited reunion. Reggie was cheering the loudest, praising that his favourite couple was back on. Cheryl and Toni beaming happily as Betty hugs Jughead closer. Veronica looks at Jughead, who was softly grinning at his best friend.

Veronica looked at her ex and his apparent ex-boyfriend.

“I never stood a chance did I?” Veronica questioned to Jughead.

Jughead rips his attention to Veronica, her shoulders deflated as she wished that she was in your place, but she didn’t know the story of you and Archie, she didn’t know what it was like watching your relationship bloom and how painfully obvious that Archie Andrews and (Y/n) (L/n) was going to get married in the future.

“(Y/n), he’s different, he’s all Archie ever needed and wanted.” Jughead spoke softly, “There’s nothing comparable with their love.”

“What’s so good about (Y/n)?”

“It’s not what’s so good about (Y/n), it’s what’s so good about them. They bring equal love, passion and grace…”

Veronica looked at him confused as Jughead turns his attention to his best friend and his boyfriend, he smiles gently at Veronica.

“They find home within each other, no matter how long they’ve been separated or how different things have changed. Love is where home has blossomed, things just haven’t changed. So, no. You never stood a chance.”

“Oh.”

“Some exes are more than exes, they’re best friends, biggest fans, and ultimately soulmates.”

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