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lovelivingmydreams · 3 years

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A story by heroes and villains

Roman Castile: Passion and duty

Roman finds that his different passions seem to get in each other's way for now. But one day, he will find a balance.

“Ugh! I am done!” Roman exclaimed relieved, barely hearing the hissed warning from the librarian. Homework had been draining. Sure they’d had fun. Especially when it came to teasing Virgil about his pronunciation when they worked on Spanish.

Still Roman was ready to do literally anything else.

“Give me a sec, I have to finish this thing for English,” Virgil muttered absentmindedly. Roman knew that Virgil had rewritten that particular assignment two times already.

“Want me to read it trough for you?” Roman offered. Maybe hearing someone say that it was good would be enough to stop him from second guessing himself again.

“You don’t…” Virgil started, somehow looking guilty.

“We’re here to help each other Virgil. If I didn’t want to help you I wouldn’t offer. I thrive on being of help to my friends. It’s no trouble,” he assured him. Virgil offered him a small smile and a nod in response. “Alright. You can read it when I’m done,” he allowed.

Roman took peace with that and opened his notebook to start doodling.

He had a few ideas for some more shirt designs. He’d enjoyed making his ‘coming out’ shirt. Then there was the Halloween party and every other social event this year has to offer where he had to slay. Junior year was a year to be noticed. Nothing wrong with putting down some ideas in advance. He just might come across the perfect outfit.

“Seems I’m not the only one who can draw up some clothes,” Virgil noted and Roman nearly fell of his chair when he jumped at his sudden proximity.

“Will you stop that!?” A thing about Virgil Roman had learned over the last week. He always seemed to pop up out of nowhere. One minute he’s gushing over the latest Disney trailer with André and suddenly Virgil stands next to him giving his two cents. It was terrifying.

“Not a chance,” Virgil chuckled as he picked up Roman’s sketches.

“This looks good though… You ever thought of becoming a fashion designer?”

Roman’s eyes widened. Making amazing outfits for a living? He could make a whole ‘wear your pride’ line and… Oh… Oh…!

“You are a genius!” Roman exclaimed. He’d had no idea what he wanted to do with his future, aside from hero work, but now the idea was brought up he wanted nothing else. Fashion designer, superhero, actor, maybe also Mr. Castile-Anker. That was a future he could look forward to!

Virgil chuckled. “It’s the least I can do. I sent in the designs like you said… I’m kind of excited.”

Roman beamed at him. “I’m sure next time you see DreamPrince on the news he’ll be wearing your design.” He was. He’d been shown some alternative designs by Manifestor and found Virgil’s drawing among them and immediately declared that that was the one.

As he’d told Roman, he’d changed a few things. He’d shown him on Wednesday to get his stamp of approval. Roman had gushed unapologetically, because he knew he’d have to tone it back a bit in front of the team.

Which had been hard.

Tonight he’d be taking it for a test run and he’d make sure to be seen by people and cameras.

“We’ll see,” Virgil smiled as he pushed his laptop with his assignment towards Roman.

Roman read it, dropping the subject without problem.

Virgil was easy to be friends with and he’d quickly learned to read his moods.

During lunch Virgil usually sat himself a little bit away from the group when he felt the need to just focus on his music and sketch a little before heading back to class. He was sarcastic, witty and could dish it out about as well as he could take it.

He was also very guarded emotionally, which Roman could understand, but whenever they were just the two of them, Virgil opened up some more. He’d learned about Virgil’s soon to be stepdad and the admittedly adorable meet cute he’d been a part of.

He knew that Virgil’s dad had found them a new home and they’d moved in just that week.

He learned that Virgil was mature and his dad’s only wingman which they both agreed was super awkward but also hilarious.

Roman had joked that Virgil might end up being his father’s best man. But apparently there was a family friend ‘uncle Thomas’ who might get that position.

Virgil had gone out with another girl that week. Anna, who’d had English with him last year or something. Virgil had listened patiently, but relatively unaffected to her asking him out and arranged another semi-date at the music store for the next evening. Luckily nothing came from it again. Roman asked him why he kept saying yes to people he barely knew. Virgil explained that he had missed out on enough chances to befriend others. So the way he saw it he’d at the very least get a friend out of it. Roman kind of took comfort in that. It didn’t sound like Virgil was trying to get a girlfriend or a boyfriend right now. Just trying to socialize. Roman had reminded Virgil to watch his boundaries though. He wouldn’t want him to push himself out of fear he’d be missing out.

One more thing he learned about Virgil: he was overly critical of himself.

“Well, I think you can hand this in with confidence Virge,” Roman concluded as he returned Virgil’s laptop to him.

“So… I recall something about pizza? I’m starving!” he grinned.

Virgil chuckled and lead the way. Soon they were sat at a table with their orders and they were talking about everything and nothing. It was great. And Roman was so close to asking Virgil out but…

“So… Um… There’s this… Shoot wait a minute,” Roman got up and picked up his phone.

“Si mama…?” he asked curiously after seeing the caller ID.

“Darling. I know you are out with your friend. But I wanted you to know we’re headed to the university now,” his mother informed him. The university… Wait. “Que?” Roman looked at his watch incredulously. He was going to be late. Unless he left right now that is.

“Perdona! I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and dug through his wallet for some money.

“So sorry Virge! Time got away from us I’m afraid. I swear I intended to give you that ride… Can you call your dad… You know what? Just use the change to take the bus or something alright? My treat! I’ll call you later!” he promised as he tossed down a few bills that should more than cover the tab and the tip before rushing away.

How was it so late already?

He sprinted around a few corners and found a spot to get changed. BS had explained about the sciency stuff behind his costume change, but all Roman really cared about was that he basically had a magical boy transformation. Sure he could sit there and let the tech do its thing, but it was much more fun to make up a cool transformation sequence.

First, hair. He retrieved a lip balm like object and applied the substance to his hairline. He tucked the balm away and with one smooth movement of his hand he styled and recolored his hair. Instead of parted in the middle with regal waves it was flicked to the back, save for a single rebellious strand dangling down his forehead. Instead of a deep ash brown it was warm chestnut in color.

Then he took a tini metallic bead from a ring on his finger and tapped it against his temple, before he swiped his hand in front of his eyes as his mask placed itself securely on his face, changing his eye color in the process. He tapped his wrists together in front of his chest and brought them down with force, feeling his blazer and shirt get replaced by the skintight suit. He tapped his right heal against his left before taking another power position and finishing his costume change.

How cool was his life?!

He created a platform to lift himself to the roof and sprinted towards the university. The GTH was in it’s basement. As he made his way there he started to think over asking Virgil out again.

Maybe, now wasn’t the time. Virgil was clearly still upset about the whole Janus thing. He didn’t say it but Roman could tell. And he didn’t want Virgil to think for even a second that Roman’s crush was anything less than genuine, he had noticed that Virgil still had trouble believing their friendship was real at times. Not to mention that starting a relationship with someone while he was still figuring out how to balance out superhero and civilian life was clearly a bad idea. He couldn’t even ask him out without being interrupted by his other life.

So, he'd wait until he had his life in order and he was sure Virgil was ready. There was definitely some kind of connection between them. And Roman was willing to wait until the time was right…

He knew he was being a coward, but his friendship with Virgil was so fragile.

He entered the basement campus with little hassle and dropped of his bag in his personal locker, making sure to lock it. If anyone with ill intent got in here they could easily find out his identity with it's contents and Roman didn’t want his name out like that. Not yet at least.

He hurried to the training hall, threw open the doors and slid inside.

“Your prince has returned!” he exclaimed, doing a pretty good job at pretending he hadn't just sprinted the whole way there.

“Has he now?” BS asked, apparently in a bad mood today.

“Oh come now big S, the boy is just excited for his present! I would be too if I got a new costume made for me by a secret admirer,” Sweets offered with a calming hand on BS' shoulder. Sweets was an empath. He could share his emotions and those of others, perfect match for someone who wants or needs to keep his calm.

But what sweets said made Roman rather flustered. “I don't think DreamPrince has had enough appearances to already gain such attentions. Whoever did this just couldn't stand to look at this any longer.” Roman gestured to his current costume.

“Speaking of which…” he held out his hand bouncing on his feet in excitement. He was supposed to meet the chief of police today and he wanted to look presentable.

Manifestor chuckled from his spot on the desk. “Give the boy his stuff. He's been looking forward to this day for the past four years.”

BS sighed and handed Roman a small box, which the young hero snatched up before rushing to the dressing room.

He turned his suit off and took off the containment units. He opened the box and switched the old units for the new ones. The bracelets were more comfortable and adjusted to his skin tone, the metal bead was replaced with two skin colored stickers he applied to his temples.

“Let’s do this,” Roman smirked excitedly.

“To adventure!” he called out as he crossed his arms and tapped at his temples while simultaneously clicking his wrists together. At the same time he tapped his right toe behind his left heel and brought his ankles together. He struck a power pose, facing the full length mirror and grinned excitedly. Virgil had added an insignia on his cape and golden trimming in the final design. There'd been a few options for his emblem and Roman had chosen the shield with a castle by the sea with the sun shining down on him. He looked quite dashing.

He left the dressing room and handed the box back to BS with an elegant gesture.

BS wasn't amused. Sweets and Manifestor on the other found it hilarious.

“So? What do you think?” Roman asked as he turned around to show off the end result.

A loud ‘bing' announced a message from his family watching from the observation room.

“Gaaaaaaay!” Roman rolled his eyes good naturedly. Remus was a fan.

“Stay away from Planes!” the next one read. Roman chuckled. He had asked Virgil about the cape, considering he’d expected someone as cautious as him to heed Edna Mode's advice.

Apparently Virgil had intended the Cape to be an addition for official events. So ‘Prince’ would look good on camera. He'd also pointed out that it would look badass for the prince to un-claps his Cape before a fight. He'd had a point and Roman actually loved it.

“You look very handsome darling.”

“Thanks mom!” Roman called out.

Then two beeps came from a device on BS wrist. He looked down and relaxed, tapping away at a holographic screen, turning up the intensity of his shadow. “The chief is here,” he announced.

Roman raised an eyebrow, that was not what BS had been so tense about. Something in his private life maybe? If that was the case he'd never find out.

Roman had no time to worry about that though. The door opened and in walked the police chief. A small but commanding African American woman. It was something in the way she walked that made Roman want to stand at attention. And so he did. He wasn't the only one.

“DreamPrince, at your service ma’am,” Roman introduced himself respectfully.

“So you are what all the fuss is about?” she asked as she looked Roman up and down.

Chief Davies pursed her lips before nodding to herself. “I’ve read your file, you’re quite the prodigy aren’t you?” she asked.

Roman chuckled a little awkwardly. “I’ve just been training from a young age, that’s all.” Most gifted didn’t realize their talent until they were well in their teens.

“Good answer. I have no time to stroke an adolescent ego. We’ve got work to do.”

Chief Davies turned to Manifestor. “You got the files I sent?”

Manifestor nodded hurriedly. “Yes. I had no time to review them though.”

“I’ll walk you through it,” she announced dismissively. The leader of Roman’s training team nodded and tapped at something on his wrist. The screen that had shown the messages from Roman’s family earlier was now filled with mugshots.

The men looked dangerous. Roman shifted nervously. “You… you want my help apprehending these men?” he asked, trying not to show how frightening it seemed.

“God No!” Roman hid his relieve. “These men are all in jail already, with iron clad cases keeping them there for a long time. You think I’m going to send some rookie after hardcore criminals? No offense, but you are still a baby,” Roman blushed at that and focused back on the pictures.

Wait a minute. “I know that guy! Remember at the end of my first week? I spotted some tugs bothering that kid and tossed a rock at them?”

“And by some miracle you weren’t found when said tugs came looking for you,” BS added through gritted teeth. Still upset at Roman's initial recklessness.

“I wasn’t the only one they were looking for,” Roman insisted. He’d been so sure he hadn’t been alone that night. But BS claimed the would have known if anyone else had been there.

He never went after the tugs after they left the alley. BS insisting he was done with back alleys for the night.

And now those guys were apparently behind bars?

“Next slide please!” Davies called out.

A picture of a ziplock bag with pictures, a USB stick and a note of cut out letters that said ‘your turn’.

“For almost a year now we’ve been getting mysterious packages like this. Pictures, audio and video recordings. Every last one had one of these men incriminating themselves. It’s like whoever delivers these stands right next to them, but never gets caught taking pictures or carrying a wire. I have a small task force on the case who have dubbed them ‘The Phantom’. We are keeping this as in house as we can. Once the public hears about the Phantom, we’ll lose the most valuable asset we’ve ever had. Plus until now we weren’t sure if they were a sensible vigilante or a mobster who was taking out competition in a very clever way. Given what you just said I’d be inclined towards the former. They might have some sort of gift that hides them well enough to get away with spying. But right now, they are putting themselves in danger.” Davies turned towards Roman.

“Keep an eye out, see if you can spot him during your patrol this evening. And if you do, get him on board with the program.”

“Prince did not go through all that training to be your recruitment poster boy!” BS snapped to Roman's surprise. That was the most emotional response he's seen from BS ever. Aside from when he scolded Roman on his reckless behavior.

Davies glared at BS, looking quite intimidating, despite barely reaching to his chest.

“Now don't go all noble on me BrainStorm. What? Did your heart grow three sizes while I wasn't looking? Is there suddenly room for more than one other person there?”

Roman knew that this was a threat. Davies knew BS’ true identity, where he worked, who he cared for. She could ruin whatever he had built in an instant.

Roman often wondered what kind of life BS had outside the facility. Did he have a partner? A family? Did they know about his past at all.

A few seconds ticked by with no one daring to do so much as breathe.

Then Davies relaxed and stepped back. “I'm no monster BrainStorm. I wouldn't ask some rookie to deal with this if I hadn’t tried everything else already. I send in my agents and even called in other gifted. All we got out of that was this,” she gestured and Manifestor showed the next image. A note in the same style as the previous one that said ‘no babysit!’

“Our profiler thinks they are young. So maybe your prince won't seem as threatening. They might've had his back once before already. If this Phantom were someone you cared for, would you rather we left them be, or would you drag their noble behind here yourself to give them proper gear and back up?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, BS had nothing to counter with. Roman imagined Phantom being one of his friends, or even Janus and the answer remained the same.

“I will do what I can,” he vowed before lifting his chin and facing the fierce chief head on. “But ma'am, I don't appreciate you threatening my mentor like that.”

BS had stood up for him, it was only right for him to return the favor.

Davies chuckled. “Just when I started to worry you were only brawn and a pretty face. You can be smart too huh? And you’ve got guts. You just might have what it takes kid. Now. I have places to be. Keep me updated, and don't lose this.” Roman accepted the watch he was handed with a confused frown.

“My people will call if we need you. Please use that brain and return the favor?”

With that she left. Well… that was intense.

Roman put on the watch and saw that it had a frequency displayed on it instead of time. He also spotted two buttons. One blue and one red. It didn't take much to realize that one was a panic button and the other was to make it so the cops could hear him. He wondered if it would connect to the nearest patrol car or to Davies directly.

He hoped he’d never have to find out.

“Well… time to show the city their hero is ready for action.”

It had been a pleasant evening so far. He'd stopped a few shoplifters, broke up a fight or two and dodged a few reporters, though he let them snap a good picture of his new outfit.

Now the sun was down however and he was making his way to the back alleys.

“Looking for a fight is foolish Prince!” BS growled through his earpiece.

But Roman wasn't looking for a fight. He was looking for someone who'd gotten him out of at least one pickle.

He ignored BS as he landed on a roof, overlooking the city using his sight. He didn’t know what he was looking for exactly, but it was his only plan.

Suddenly he spotted something strange and unusual. There was an energy, a few blocks ahead. But it was impossible for him to really see it. Like he was looking at it trough glasses with strong prescriptions.

He rushed towards it and found a gang of criminals with violently swirling auras. He knew what this meant. They were going to hurt someone.

“Send back up to my location,” he instructed before turning the receiver off. He needed to focus.

“I say we attack now! They are week! We can take them down easily.” A shorter guy with energy like glass shards insisted.

“Boss says we have a truce until the rat is found,” a giant of a man stated calmly, though his energy betrayed how much he wanted to go with the first guy's plan.

Were they talking about Phantom?

“What rat!? Those idiots just bragged to the wrong crowd.” The first voice shot back. Phantom was becoming a bit of a ghost story it seemed. Some who believed, judging by the shudder that went through the other men's auras at the mere mention of them. But clearly not everyone was convinced.

“Oh and they gave out pictures as well? Did a little livestream? We're not safe until this rat is lynched,” the tall man pointed out tensely. He was a believer. And he wanted Phantom dead. Not good.

Roman studied the tugs and to his relief he spotted they were all armed. Weird thing to be happy about. But it meant he had probable cause to interfere.

He jumped down, slowing his descent just so that he didn't hurt himself on the landing without sacrificing the cool factor.

“Do you gentlemen have permits for those weapons?” he asked as he rose up to his full length facing them fearlessly.

“what the…?”

“It's that Prince clown!” Rude.

The tall guy, the leader probably, silenced the group with a gesture and smiled, his anxious energy almost completely disappearing. He'd found something to vent on. “Sure kid. Got mine right here.”

Roman flung his cape in front of him and manifested a gelatinous shield around himself as the leader pulled out his gun and fired several rounds at him. The tugs wouldn't see it. But it was there, and it caught the bullets slowing them down until they were harmless, making them fall to the ground when they met with the fabric.

“Well now you just pissed me off. This is brand new!” he complained as he dropped both cape and shield.

“I suppose you won't surrender peacefully?” he deduced. The criminals all readied their weapons. Seriously? Did they not get that he was essentially bulletproof?

He sighed as he took off his cape and hung it on a water pipe that ran down the side of the building.

“Fine,” he sighed and then he amped up his speed a bit while shielding himself from the rain of bullets heading his way. He used the gelatin shield because he didn't want to risk the bullets ricocheting and injuring someone. Especially the gifted he was sure was still watching the whole thing.

It wasn't hard to disarm the criminals. He even managed to knock a few to the ground. But there were at least two who'd gone down without him even touching them. And he would’ve sworn he saw a figure move between him and a tug once or twice to block a blow. He couldn't really see the other hero. It was an odd sensation. But he could feel his presence better and better and soon he was adapting his moves to those of the Phantom. Together they took out the whole group. Though to the villains it would seem like he'd done it by himself. He stood victorious over the leader, a pile of disassembled guns behind him and sirens lighting up the alley.

He twisted his foot to show off his white boot with gold accents. “So… how does it feel to get your butt kicked by a guy in heels?” he wondered playfully before looking up towards the presence and winking in acknowledgment.

“Good job Dream Prince. We've got it from here.” Roman turned to the cops and bowed to them

“It's my pleasure to be of assistance to the police of this fine city.” Then, while turning around, he made a gesture that could be taken as a ‘goodbye’, or as a ‘follow me’.

He was glad to notice that the presence seemed to follow him. He found a fire escape and floated himself to the roof it led to.

He turned to face his hopefully soon to be partner in crime fighting.

He could hear the clanging of someone climbing the metal fire escape. And while he still couldn't quite make out the figure that reached the roof he saw his reflection in a pool of water left behind by the rain earlier that day.

An unfortunate weakness, but so long as no one knew, no one would be looking for it. In order to be a hero, no one could know Phantom really existed. Was that why the authorities were kept at a distance? Why Phantom never made introductions despite having crossed paths at least once before?

He stepped forward with a bow. “Greetings Phantom. I must thank you for the assistance. Both just now and three months ago. I am Dream Prince, he/him if you please. A pleasure to officially meet you.”

A distorted chuckle made him look up. He could see Phantom much better now. He was dressed in Male coded clothes, though that was no guarantee. The hero outfit was simple. A black t-shirt, boots and denims, paired with a black coat that reached down to his calves and had the collar popped up. He looked really cool… but Roman couldn't make sense of his head. He was looking right at him he could see it, but his brain couldn't identify a thing.

It was so weird.

“Phantom huh?” His voice was a strange deep echoing sound. The distortion was pretty spooky if he was honest, but he wasn't afraid. Phantom was on his side.

“Sure you can call me that. He/him… mind telling me what that was about? I thought you officials weren't let of your leash unless you could be responsible enough to not get yourself killed?”

Roman cocked his brow. “Says the guy who has half the criminal underworld out for his blood,” he reminded him. Phantom looked away. Clearly he knew Roman had a point.

“Do you have something against the program?” His tone had been oddly bitter.

“No I…” Phantom took in a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m just pissed at the cops for sending you, I guess.” He sure sounded upset. And Roman could understand that. Here Phantom was, doing his part and all the cops could do in return was bother him At least as far as the young vigilante could tell. But then why…?

“Yet you chose to follow me up here?” Roman pressed. That didn’t make any sense. Phantom had shaken off his ‘babysits’ before. What made Roman special?

“Um… Well… I just…” Phantom stammered. Roman wondered why. Was he bad with confrontation? Social interaction in general? Or had Roman said something that hit a nerve somehow?

“You interrupted my stake out!” Phantom blurted out all of a sudden.

“Do you know how long it takes to work my way up the ranks? First I have to find a low level runner, then I follow him to his boss, that guy to his and so up the ladder I go. I was getting real close to the big guy of this group. And now…” Oh… Well Roman could understand how that would be frustrating.

“I apologize,” he said sincerely with a small bow. “I merely intended to help. They were talking about killing you.” Surely he could understand that he could not stand by after hearing that.

“And now there is a price on your head! The leader of that little club is like two steps away from the big boss. They won’t be happy with you taking him in.”

Well… He had a point. But Roman had back up. It would be rather stupid of the mob to come after a hero with government sanctioning. And these guys would go behind bars for a long time right? “You got dirt on them?” he asked. If the guns weren’t enough then surely whatever Phantom had gleaned from his stakeouts would be sufficient. Right?

“Yes… But that’s not the point. They have no clue about me. Not really. But you are out in the open. This is not your kind of mission Royal pain.” Oh, he had nicknames huh? It was an insult, but Roman didn’t mind witty banter. Especially if it came from a place of care. And Roman was starting to think it did.

“And now that you are out, you can’t expect me to hold your hand any longer…”

Roman crossed his arms and smirked catching the implications of what Phantom just said.

“You’ve been looking out for me all summer huh?” he guessed.

Phantom scoffed and probably rolled his eyes. While Roman still couldn’t quite see it, he would bet his entire Disney collection on it.

“It’s not like I came looking for you.” Phantom snapped. And Roman believed him.

“Still… Thank you…” he was going to say more but then he heard a beep in his ear followed by a loud voice. “Prince! Answer this instant!”

“Ow!” Roman exclaimed annoyed, reflexively reaching for his ear though it wouldn’t help much. He pressed the button to talk to BS. “One. Loud. Two. Rude! I am in the middle of something! And did you seriously remotely reactivate my com?”

He would demand a new com that couldn’t do that or he’d refuse to wear one period. What if he needed to concentrate right now? What if he was in the middle of tense negotiations or being told delicate information. As a matter of fact. This situation right here was delicate. One wrong move and Phantom might bolt. And he might not come along next time he found him. And even if he couldn’t get him to join the program, he wanted Phantom to know he had an ally in him. Someone to talk to, confide in, count on if he didn’t have anyone else.

“You do not turn off your com while going into a gunfight! It’s moronic to go in alone!”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I am fine, not a scratch on me.” He wasn’t going to mention that he wasn’t alone exactly. Phantom had never consented to BS and the rest of his team knowing.

“I’ll call you when I’m done here.” And this time he took the com out of his ear. BS could yell at him later.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “My mentor is… intense at times.” In a cold and distant way.

“Mentor?” Phantom asked.

“One of the people helping me practice my powers, test my limits. Comes with the program. It’s not just a babysit and a nice suit,” he joked casually.

“Oh…” Phantom’s tone was odd. It made Roman want to come closer and offer comfort. He didn’t though. They weren’t at that point yet. Not by a long shot.

“Listen, I admit I was sent by the chief. But I didn’t come here to recruit you. I wanted to thank you and tell you… If you ever need someone to talk to, to help you figure something out… I’d be more than happy to oblige. No need to tell me your name or anything about yourself,” he vowed as he reached out his hand. Phantom hesitated for a few moments before bridging the distance and offering his own.

Roman grinned and grabbed it for a firm shake. “I’ll see you next time,” he assured his fellow hero before letting go and turning around to finish his patrol.

Progress was made. Not much, but still.

He just might’ve made a new friend.

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End of this part meet Virgil and read his story.

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5. Where Do You Think You’re Going? “On The Run”

Peter, Michelle, May, and Ned have to go into Witness Protection following the events of Far From home.

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Peter was sure Michelle was speaking, in an attempt to reassure him, but he couldn’t hear through the thumping in his ears, or process anything new. He was falling, possibly having an anxiety attack, but he couldn’t claw back to the surface.

The world knew who he was, and they were manipulated, to believe, that he was the bad guy.

Peter swung him and Michelle away, as fast as possible, they sought refuge, tucked away down a deserted alleyway.

“Hey,” Michelle gently reached out, resting a hand against Peter’s cheek, “You okay?”

Peter slowly turned, “Huh?”

“Are you okay?” She shook her head, “I mean, physically—” She scanned him, head to toe, “Are you hurt? You hit a few walls, on the way here.”

“I’m good,” He lied, raising his hand to grip onto her arm, “Are you—"

“Aside from the travel sickness, I’m fine.” She motioned her head to the ground, “I’d like it if you sat down.”

He hiccupped, “I’m fine.”

“You’re panicking—” She kept a loose hold on him, ready to let go if he needed space, but he wanted her close, “That’s understandable.”

He held on tighter, to her bicep, “I can’t—"

Worry filled her voice, “Peter?”

“I can’t keep you safe.” Tears filled his eyes, he shook his head frantically, “Any of you.”

She took his other hand, holding them up, close, “Let’s concentrate on you.”

“I’m the bad guy.”

“They only believe that, because it’s what they’ve seen,” She interrupted, “But it’s doctored—”

Peter ducked his head, muttering, under his breath, “And these days, they’ll believe anything.”

She raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“That’s what he said.” He swallowed, “Beck.” He held his head up, to look her in the eye, “People these days, they’ll believe anything they see.”

She clenched her jaw, “Then they’re dumb.”

“I guess.”

She tilted her head to her shoulder, “We’re gonna fix this.”

“I hope so.”

A car swung around the corner, clumsily parking up at the end of the alleyway, blocking their only way out and in, on foot.

Peter flinched, tightening his grip around Michelle’s arm, but she moved over, putting herself, in front of him.

She squeaked, stepping aside, “Oh—”

It was Happy, he hung out of the driver’s side door, beckoning them over, “Get in now!”

Michelle gripped Peter’s hand and pulled him over, towards the car. She threw the back door open, pushing him inside, and clambering in, behind him. She reached over, buckling him in, as he stared ahead, placid. She moved into the middle seat, locking her fingers around his.

Happy climbed back in and floored it, “Are you okay?” He bellowed, “Besides the obvious.”

Peter gasped, “Yeah.”

Michelle leaned forward, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere safe.” Happy explained, “May and Ned are already there.”

Peter fidgeted with the side of his suit, his mask was in his other hand, “What’s going to happen to us?”

“We’ll get to that later.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Happy—”

“Kid, Tony already had a plan in place, for this,” Happy said, fast, “I’m following it.” He turned, abruptly, heading down an empty street, “A call has been made for your arrest, from high up, and well, there’s also already a ransom on your head.”

Michelle spoke, “But it wasn’t him.”

“It’s going to take some time to prove that, I’m afraid.”

Their voices drowned out, into white noise.

Peter’s chest raised and fell, with infrequent breaths, all he had to ground him, was Michelle’s killer grasp, around his hand. They’d been dating, for four days, but in her eyes, was the same determination, Peter had seen in Pepper’s, around Tony. The fear too, Pepper had to let Tony go, and Peter never wanted to put Michelle, in that situation.

Peter didn’t realize, how far his mind had wandered, until they were walking, up a set of stairs, of an obviously abandoned apartment complex.

“Hey,” Michelle rested a hand on his back, “You’re okay, you’re with us.”

Happy was a few steps ahead, “You must have hit your head pretty hard out there, buddy.”

Michelle guided Peter up, holding on to his hand, tightly, “He was protecting me.”

Happy stopped, outside a high-tech looking front door, “That’s Peter, for you.” He reached out, placing a hand on Peter’s arm, “We should take a look at you.”

Peter shook his head, “I’m fine.” He lied, again, “I’ve hit my head before.”

“I know,” Happy pressed his hand, on a biometric scanner, on the right-hand side of the door, “But a concussion is a concussion.”

“It’s not,” Peter sniffled, “Edith says it’s shock.”

Happy nodded, “Makes sense.”

Michelle turned, “I thought you said, she wasn’t working.”

He slouched his shoulders, “I didn’t wanna worry you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” She told him, “We’re in this together, okay?”

Peter hesitated, “Okay.”

Happy pushed the door open after it clicked.

The apartment was laid out like one of the communal lounges at the Avengers Headquarters, but smaller.

May and Ned were sat on the couch, hand-in-hand.

May leaped up, sprinting over, pulling both of them into a hug, “Oh, Thank Goodness.”

Ned hurried over, wrapping an arm around Peter, “Dude, I’m so sorry—”

Peter looked at his best friend’s red-rimmed eyes, and puffy cheeks, finally coming to terms with the fact, that his life, wasn’t the only one that Beck ruined, “Me too—”

“Pete…” Happy locked the door and moved aside, pulling open a draw, taking out a pile of clean clothes, “Put these on.”

Peter took them off him, “What’s gonna happen to the suit?”

“I’ll take it.”

“Okay,” Peter rushed into the bathroom and quickly changed. He was glad nobody could see the bruises, against his hips and arms, from where he’d bashed into buildings, trying to flee the scene, with Michelle.

He rushed back out when May started screaming expletives.

He raised his voice, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” May cried, “This can’t happen.”

“May,” Happy lowered his voice, “It’s the only way.”

She bellowed, “I’m not leaving him!”

Peter looked to Michelle and Ned, who had tears, in their eyes, “What’s happening?”

Happy turned, “Witness protection.”

Peter swallowed a lump, in this throat, “Apart?”

Happy bobbed his head, “It has to be.”

May erupted, “No, it doesn’t.”

“It does,” Michelle raised, “I know a bit about it, and because, all of us, are the clearest targets in this, putting us together, would put us at risk.”

Peter stood aside, lowering his head.

“Yeah,” Happy followed, “This isn’t permanent, but for now, it is all I can do, to keep safe.”

May folded her arms, “I don’t like this.”

Ned looked to Michelle, then back to Happy, “What about our parents?”

“They’ll be safe.”

Happy moved over to the window, opening it - it wasn’t an everyday window, it opened, like a door, leaving a good, twenty feet drop, to the ground below.

“Tony thought of everything,” Happy moved, opening a filing cabinet, “And, he did this because he knew he had too.”

“Um, I never really met Stark, only a few times, at Decathlon meets,” Michelle pointed to the folders, her voice low, “How—"

“You’ve got a file,” Happy said, “Tony knew how Peter felt, and he was always a few steps ahead.”

Michelle turned, to look at him, with a small sad smile.

“I don’t know what’s in these,” Happy waved them, “Only you, should know, what’s in your folder. It guarantees that you are safe. Friday knows the information, but it can’t be unlocked unless a distress call is made.”

He handed them out, one by one, and everybody stood apart, as they opened them.

Peter let his eyes wander, and he caught a quick glimpse of Michelle’s fake ID.

Mary-Jane Watson. Hm, nice name.

He turned away, pretending to have never have seen it. He pulled out his own fake ID, his name was Thomas Barton – it was quite obvious where he was heading.

“How—” Peter studied it, “How do these fake IDs have the—post Infinity War dates on them.”

“They may not look like it,” Happy said, “But they’re being controlled, by Friday, she’s automatically changed them to fit today.”

Michelle snickered, “Stark had a few tricks up his sleeve.”

Peter nodded, “That was Tony.”

“The Iron Legion with pick you up and drop you off,” Happy said, crossing his arms, “They’re programmed to your individual protection program.” He held out his hand, “Ned, your first.”

Ned nodded, eyes filled to the brim, with tears, “Okay.”

May placed a hand on Ned’s shoulder, “And then?”

“MJ, May, and then..” He pointed, "...You, Pete.”

"Okay..."

Happy sank, "I'm gonna need your phones."

They all tossed their phones, onto the coffee table.

Happy gave them coats, to keep warm, and a rucksack, to store their folders, their new lives, for the journey.

Peter couldn't wait any longer, he rushed across the room, tugging Ned and Michelle, into his arms, “I’m sorry,” He sobbed, burying his face, against their shoulders, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ned’s voice cracked, “This isn’t your fault.”

They pulled back, holding each other’s hands.

Michelle chuckled, with a trembling lower lip, “Our lives wouldn’t be half as interesting without you.”

Ned managed a smile, “Yeah, this is kinda cool, in an action movie kind of way.”

Michelle nudged Peter’s shoulder, with a closed fist, “Not your fault Beck was an ass.”

They laughed, despite the situation.

“Stay safe,” Peter cried, “Please.”

A suit flew through the window, silencing them.

Ned squeezed Peter’s hand, as tight as possible, “See you around.”

Peter held on, until Ned pulled away, “Bye.”

May reached over, pressing a kiss against Ned’s cheek, “Be careful, sweetheart.”

“I will,” The suit grabbed him, gently, “Bye.”

He zoomed off, into the distance.

Michelle spun, grabbing Peter’s hands, “Be careful, don’t take any risks,” He rambled, “The best thing, you can do is, lay low.”

“I will."

Her suit flew in.

She wasn’t fazed by it, “I’m gonna see you, real soon, loser,” She leaned in, kissing him, “Okay?”

He nodded, “Bye—”

Michelle stepped away, hugging May, before being flown away.

Peter stood, tears blinding his vision. He brushed them away, with the back of his hand, and looked up, at May. The only constant, in his life, and they were being torn apart, “May?”

She hurried over, throwing her arms around him, “Listen to me,” She whispered, “Do not blame yourself, for any of this. You did nothing wrong.” She leaned back, cradling his cheek, “You are a hero, and Beck was the bad guy, everybody will see that soon, even, even if it doesn’t look like it.”

“I know.”

“Eat three meals a day, drink water, get enough sleep,” Her mouth twitched into a smile, “And I’ll see you soon.”

His chin trembled, as May’s suit flew in, “I love you.”

She leaned up, pressing a kiss against his forehead, “Love you too, sweetie.”

He couldn’t watch, as she was scooped away.

“Hey, kiddo.” Happy moved over, wrapping an arm around Peter’s back, “I’m gonna fight this, with everything I’ve got. As soon as Friday can guarantee your collective safety, I’m bringing you back home.”

“I know,” He leaned his head, on Happy’s shoulder, “Thank you.”

Peter’s suit flew inside, standing idle.

Happy pulled Peter closer, with a secure unwavering grip, “I’ll see you soon, Pete,” He said like he had no intention of letting go.

Peter pulled free, knowing it was impossible for Happy to, “Bye, Happy.”

The suit grabbed Peter, and jumped out, heading to the sky.

Peter gripped on, looking around.

They shored, above the cloud belt, out of sight.

Peter leaned his head, against the shoulder of the suit, and closed his eyes. This would be the closest he’d get to Tony, ever again, but somehow, the comfort of the cold metallic suit, was all he needed. His imagination gave him Tony, and that was enough.

They flew, for a while, more than two hours. The suit’s grip never faltered, or dropped – bit by bit, Peter was able to look down, despite being terrified of falling.

The sun was going down when the suit started heading down. Peter turned his head, to see. He could see a farm and a house. It looked like a home, but not his.

The suit carefully placed him down, on his feet, “Thank you.”

Peter flinched when it answered, but it wasn’t Friday’s voice that greeted him, it was Tony’s, “No problem, kid.”

Peter smiled, tears swimming in his eyes, “Keep them safe.”

The suit nodded, before shutting down.

The front door, of the house, swung open, and Clint hurried out, “Peter!” He stopped, when he was near enough, “Hey, kiddo.” He gestured to the suit, “I had a feeling you’d be dropping by.” He placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, “How you doing?”

“I’m okay,” Peter breathed, “Just—"

“It’s a lot, buddy,” Clint patted his arm, “Nobody’s gonna blame you for having a tough time.”

“The footage was—"

“Doctored?” Clint raised his eyebrows, “Oh, we know.” He smiled, “From what Tony told me, you couldn’t even hurt a fly, and you’re terribly humble. This Mysterio guy, got you all wrong, trying to tell the world you want to be the next Iron Man. Nah, you were perfectly fine being Spider-Man, right?”

Peter nodded, slowly.

“You will be again, one day, I promise.”

“You know about the witness protection thing?”

“Oh yes,” Clint nodded, “Tony proposed this idea, a few months before Thanos, and I accepted.”

“You were on house arrest—” Peter remembered, “Don’t the people who want me, know where you are?”

“No, the only people who know about this place, are the Avengers, and Nick Fury.” He said, waving his hand towards the house, “Tony helped with the house arrest so that nobody else would ever know where I lived.”

Laura walked out, “Oh, Peter.” She jogged over, pulling him into a hug, “We were so worried.” She held him close, “Welcome home, kiddo.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ll fit right in.” Clint chuckled, “According to the birth certificate upstairs, you’re our eldest son.”

Peter laughed a little, as the pair guided him up, towards the house.

He inclined his head, looking up, at the sky, praying that his family were safe, wherever they'd ended up.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Home - Part 22

A/N - So this is the last part my lovelies! (Well there will be an Epilogue) i just want to thank everyone who has kept with this til the end and for all the love you’ve shown. 💕

"Buck, i cant stop looking at them" i smiled down at my two boys laying side by side in the hospital cot.

"I know, their perfect" he beamed before turning and kissing me "you did so good baby"

"I didn't do anything, i didn't even know what was going on!" I chuckled, when they took me down to the OR the babies heart rates dropped suddenly and they had to give me a general anaesthetic and get them out quick.....when i woke up again i had my two boys.

"You did everything! You carried them for the last... what, 8 months? You've kept them safe and healthy"

"I guess i did do that, I've got the stretch marks to prove it" i rolled my eyes.

"we still need names, we can't just keep calling them 'the boys' you know"

"Mmmhmm okay but can we talk about it after i sleep?" I asked covering my mouth as i yawned.

"Sure doll, you get some sleep"

"You'll watch them?"

"Of course, Steve will probably be in here in a minute he was so excited" Bucky shook his head and laughed.

"Okay, Just let me sleep for an hour and wake me up okay?"

"You got it".

When i woke up again i looked over to see Bucky sat with his eyes closed, both boys sleeping on his chest. He wasn't asleep just resting his eyes, his thumbs gently stroking over their tiny legs as they slept soundly. It was the most beautiful sight ive ever seen, i couldnt help but reach for my phone and snap a photo.

Yes im gonna be that mom who takes photo's of everything! Don't judge me!

"What are you doing?" He asked opening one eye and looking at me suspiciously.

"Taking a photo of my boys" i smiled "i told you to wake me up in an hour Buck, how long did i sleep? Its dark out!"

"4/5 hours" he shrugged casually "enjoy it while you can doll, you wont sleep well for a while"

"Unless they take after their mama and like their sleep too? God i hope they do!"

"Their gonna need a feed, you feeling up to it?"

"Yeah".

Bucky got up and carefully passed me one of the twins while he kept the other close to his chest and sat back down.

"His so tiny.... i feel like i'm gonna break him" i said as i lowered my gown and tried to get the baby to latch onto my breast "He latched on straight away.... oh my god this is so weird..."

"Thats my boy" Bucky winked making me laugh quietly so i didn't disturb the baby.

"So names..... i was thinking Steven and Samuel as middle names? Both of them are important to us" i said looking down at the baby in my arms.

"I love that idea, they'll love that too"

"Is Steve gonna Cry?"

"Probably" Bucky chuckled knowing what his friend was like.

"Okay and first names?"

"How about Thomas....After your dad? I know you miss him" Bucky suggested.

"I really do, i wish my mom and dad were here to see this" i quickly wiped a tear away "Thomas Samuel Barnes?"

"I like it doll"

"Me too" i smiled looking down at the larger of the boys in my arms "i think this is Thomas"

"Okay and now for this little man"

"How did we not decide on names before today?" I shook my head.

"Because we've had our hands full with the girls and Jack's case.... we thought we had more time" Bucky shrugged before getting up and switching out the babies.

"I don't really know what names i like"

"Me either, i didn't think it would he this hard to name them" i said as i got comfy with the next baby.

"You know just before the girls went to bed i heard Allie talking to the bump again.... how do you feel about Theodore?" I asked raising an eyebrow questioningly "thats what she called one of them.... we could call him Theo or Teddy for short?"

"Theodore Steven Barnes? It kinda works" he nodded "for the record i'll probably never call him Theodore"

"It doesn't surprise me babe, the girls rarely get called by their full names either"

"Thats true"

"So are we agreed?"

"I think we are" he grinned as he got settled with Thomas again.

"Did Steve come see them while i was sleeping?"

"Yeah but only for 10 minutes, i didn't want to disturb you.... plus visiting hours where nearly up. His coming back up later with the girls though, then his gonna take them home and watch them til we're aloud to go home"

"Sounds perfect, i miss my girls already"

"Im sure their missing you too"

"Their probably too busy with Auntie Becca to care" i smiled over at Bucky who was shaking his head.

"Okay Teddy is done, can you take him please.... i think i need some more pain relief"

"Sure doll" he laid Thomas in the cot and took Teddy from me before sitting back down to winding him.

I held a hand to my stomach and winced as i pressed the call button for the nurse.

"Your gonna be feeling that for a while doll, your gonna have to take it easy too. Let me help you with things"

"I'll be fine...."

"You will take it easy and let yourself heal"

"But Bucky you cant look after the girls and newborn twins on your own! I can't just sit around and do nothing...."

"You can and you will, Ive already spoken to Steve and his gonna come stay with us until your better"

"Okay, its not like he isn't always there anyway. I sometimes wonder if he actually lives with us and i just don't know about it"

"You don't mind that Steve's around alot do you?"

"Course not, i love Steve"

"Good, you'd tell me if you had a problem with it?"

"You know i would"

"Ms Y/L/N, how you feeling?" One of the nurses smiled as she walked into the room.

"I need something for the pain, other than that im good" i smiled at her.

"Okay lets see what i can do about that".

It was about an hour later when Steve walked in with Becca and the girls.

Steve came straight over to me and placed a kiss on the top of my head, Rosie was cuddled up to him but held her arms out to me as he leaned down.

He let her down to lay beside me and she instantly cuddled up to me.

"Hey mama, how you feeling?" Steve asked.

"Im doing okay, sore.... but its worth it"

"Their beautiful" he nodded looking down into the cot beside me we're they both slept.

"Congratulations you guys, their beautiful" Becca smiled hugging Bucky before getting a closer look at the babies.

Brooke and Allie stood with Bucky looking down at Thomas and Teddy.

"Girls, these are your baby brothers" Bucky said quietly to them and they smiled.

"Their so tiny"

"What are their names?" Allie asked turning to look at Bucky.

"Well this one, this is Thomas" he pointed to the bigger twin "and this is Theodore" he pointed to the smaller one, Allie gasped and looked up at me.

"I knew it!.... i knew that was his name!"

"Okay can i hold one now?" Steve asked practically bouncing on the spot making us laugh at him.

"Sure Steve, hey Buck why don't you let him hold Teddy first?"

"Sure doll" he carefully lifted Teddy and placed him in Steve's arms "this is Theodore...."

"I know that Y/N just said so"

"Theodore Steven Barnes"

"What!? Are you serious?" He said his eyes going wide.

"Yeah pal"

"Guys...." he said with tears in his eyes "i dont know what to say"

"Told you he would cry" Bucky chuckled and Steve gave his his best bitch face.

"If i wasn't holding Teddy id kick your ass"

"Yeah whatever pal"

"Language! Uncle Steve!" Brooke said with wide eyes as she turned to look at him.

"You said a bad word Uncle Stevie!" Allie added making us all laugh.

"Yeah Uncle Steve you said a bad word! Don't be saying bad language words around my kids"

"God your such a mom already"

"Y/N?" Allie said walking over to the side of my bed.

"Yeah babe?"

"Does this mean your our mom too?"

I looked over at Bucky who shrugged with a smile, i knew he was telling me it was my choice what i told her.

"Yeah Allie, i'm your mom too..... if you'll have me?"

"Really??" Brooke asked coming to stand beside Allie.

"Yeah"

"And... can we call you mom?"

"You can if you want to, whatever your comfortable with" i smiled brushing a piece of hair back from her face.

"Im gonna call you mom" Allie said casually before running back to her dad who was smiling as he listened to our conversation.

"You guys are gonna make me cry again" Steve said sniffling from the chair in the corner.

"I think i might join in this time too" Becca added quickly wiping a tear from her face.

After spending the longest two days in the hospital the boys and i were finally aloud to go home. It was the best feeling being back home, knowing i had Bucky and all my babies under one roof and plus Bucky and Steve had been amazing.

They wouldn't let me do much though.....They'd even carry me upstairs!! I was now managing to walk around by myself, slowly, but i was on the mend.

Sam and Wanda came to visit us the day we got home, Sam had actually cried when we told him Thomas's middle name.... even though he tried to hide it.

Wanda had sat cooing at the twins for hours and saying how much she couldn't wait to meet her little bundle of joy.

I was sat in bed just finishing the feeds, Bucky was next to me holding Teddy, the girls were asleep on the bottom of the bed, we'd been watching Aladdin and they had all fallen asleep halfway through. I smiled as Aladdin and Jasmine were singing about 'A Whole New World' realising my whole world was in this room, i never thought id be this happy.

"You okay doll? You seem a million miles away" Bucky asked pressing a kiss to my lips.

"Yeah, just thinking about how lucky i am that i met you. You've made me the happiest woman in the world Buck.... you gave me 3 beautiful girls and my handsome boys, who already look so much like their daddy by the way!" Bucky chuckled as he laced his free hand with mine "i love you baby"

"I love you too, i couldn't ask for a better mama for our kids" he smiled bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my fingers "marry me?"

"What??...." i looked at him with wide eyes "did you just...."

"Yeah" he nodded with a huge smile on his face "make me the happiest man in the world and say yes?"

"Are you sure...? I mean i dont want you asking just cause we're having a moment...."

"Doll, this isn't just me being in the moment i promise" he said leaning over to the drawer in his bed side cabinet. When he turned back to me he had a black velvet box in his hand "ive had this for a while, i was just waiting for the right time"

"Buck...." i gasped feeling my heart racing as he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring id ever seen.

"What do you say doll? will you marry me?"

"Yes!! A hundred times yes!" I smiled with happy tears as he slipped the ring onto my finger and kissed me.

"Its you and me doll, always"

"I think i'm okay with that".

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stillebesat · 4 years

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White Lies (3/5)

Sanders Sides: Deceit, Virgil, Logan, Roman, Patton Sequel to Little Lies Blurb: Deceit has been stuck in his ‘role’ as Dilyn for almost a year now. It’s about time he changed that. Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Tiny!Sides Inspiration: From @yay-cats9‘s wonderful Fanart she did for Little Lies. <3 Again thank you for the artwork! I love it! Overall Fic Warnings: Deceit, Negative Self Talk, Panic/Anxiety Attacks

To Catch Up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Dilyn yelped, heart jumping into his throat as he jerked his hands up, crossing his arms uselessly in front of his face, eyes snapping shut as the Shadows wrapped around his small body like a thick woolen blanket.

It was a stupid reaction. A childish knee-jerk reaction--but at the same time he knew all too well exactly what Vee’s Shadows could do. They were a thing you never wanted to encounter and he’d just--

Some Gatekeeper.

Letting yourself be caught off guard like that.

He’d been an idiot. Crying in front of Annie, letting him think he was trying to help comfort him.

An obvious trick and you fell for it.

“So...what do you think?” Vee asked as the shadows vanished as abruptly as they’d engulfed Dilyn, letting the cool night air once again surround him.

Think? Think?

He thought he was an dumb, childish, idiot. That’s what he thought.

“Dee? It’s okay.”

Why did Vee sound so Anxious? Anxiety was never Anxious when it came to his Shadows. They’d been his main defense once he’d learned to control them in Middle School. They’d been the main reason why Deceit hadn’t been able to stop him when Annie decided to leave. Why he had lost that particular fight.

And Dilyn had foolishly forgotten that Annie could control them!

“Dee…” Vee fidgeted nearby. “I promise. You’re okay. I wouldn’t hurt you. I’m only trying to help.”

Truth.

But then why attack him with the Shadows in the first place? Cautiously Dilyn cracked open one eye, heart pounding in his ears as he carefully lifted his head, wary that the Shadows were just waiting to engulf him agai--but no. Vee had promised. He hadn’t lied about tha--Dilyn’s forgot to breathe as he caught sight of his hands, still held protectively in front of him.

Hands wearing yellow gloves.

Gloves that fit.

“Oh.” He whispered, eyes going wide as he dropped his hands, staring down at the new clothes he’d been changed into. Cautiously, not quite believing what he was seeing, he ran gloved fingers along the edge of the dark cape wrapped around his shoulders, so similar to his adult version but one that--that fit instead of drowning him.

You can still be Deceit.

A thrill of exhilaration rushed through him. It. FIT. This was his!--only it wasn’t his outfit. The fabric was different, softer and warmer, the stitching around the edges similar to Vee’s new jack--

Virgil made this.

He inhaled sharply, looking up into Vee’s half shadowed face. “You--” He gestured to himself before reaching up to take his hat from his head. One that wouldn’t slip down over his eyes. One that fit. “For me?” He didn’t think that...that Annie...cared like that.

Sure, they had been getting along better recently, but out of the Big Four, Vee had been the most reluctant to stay around Dilyn. Tolerate him? Sure. Hang with him? Not without someone else present. Protect him? Of course without question. But Care?

Vee shrugged, his hair falling in front of his eyes as he fiddled with the zippers on his jacket. “I...yah.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “It’s not like I can wear it, Dee.”

True. But--Dilyn slipped the hat back on, pulling it low over his eyes and let out a shuddering breath, his tense shoulders relaxing.

Home.

Vee had been the most vocal against Deceit when he first appeared, had been the one least likely to trust anything he said or did as Dilyn...and now?

You can still be Deceit.

Of all the Sides, Dilyn would never have pegged Virgil as the one to want to help him get back to normal.

“So…” Vee shifted awkwardly, eyes flickering as he chewed his bottom lip. “You like it?”

“Like it?” Dil--Deceit repeated, hugging himself underneath his new cape, grateful that he could hide his arms again. “I---I” He looked up to the Anxious Side unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face as he bounced on his toes. “I HATE IT!”

It was wonderful! Glorious! Almost almost he could forget that he was a child. Almost he felt like he was normal again. Almost he felt like he could again fulfill his role as Gatekeeper.

Virgil tensed, black smoke briefly wrapping around his shoulders before he suddenly relaxed, huffing a laugh “That’s…good.” He said scooting closer to Deceit, holding out his hand. “I’m not done yet though.”

Deceit blinked. “You not?” What more could Vee do? He already had his outfit back.

“You think the others downstairs will believe you’re Deceit if you still sound like a kid? I--” He shrugged. “I may be able to fix that--” He took a breath, the eyeshadow underneath his eyes getting darker. “But you would need to be willing to experience a bit of anxiety--” He said in his tempest tongue as he held out his hand, the fingernails turning black.

Anxiety.

Goosebumps rose on his skin. No one liked feeling anxiety. But there was no lie in that Virgil’s voice had grown deeper. If Deceit could sound like his old self and not like the child he was then he could finally go--

Home.

He practically threw his hand into Virgil’s and gasped, knees buckling as a wave of cold terror washed through him like he’d been doused in an ice bath. Swallowing hard he gritted his teeth, fighting against the anxiety coursing through him.

Virgil tensed. “Dee we don’t--”

Deceit violently shook his head, stubbornly clinging to Vee’s hand, refusing to let go.

He wanted this.

He needed this.

To help Thomas.

To protect Thomas.

Thomas needed to be safe.

Safe from a world filled with lies.

Thomas needed him to be Deceit.

He drew in a shuddering breath, forcing himself to speak though his tongue wanted to cleave to the top of his mouth. “IS IT WORK--”

Deceit cut off, flinching at how loud his voice was. Too loud.

Some Gatekeeper. You can’t sneak around if your voice is that loud idiot!

But his voice was a deeper.

Not like a child’s voice at all.

Vee frowned, shoulders hunching. “Too strong.” He murmured, eyes narrowing as he focused.

The ice threatening to engulf Deceit vanished, leaving only the faintest traces of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He looked up, meeting Vee’s eyes. “Annie?” He asked, his young voice once more normal. NO! He couldn’t--he couldn’t sound like a child! It wasn’t enough!

“And now not enough.” Virgil echoed his thoughts, chewing on his bottom lip as he adjusted his grip.

Deceit shivered, forcing himself to stay still as a tendril of cold crawled up his arm, causing his heart to jump into his throat.

You can’t do anything if you’re not Deceit.

“Is that...are you okay Dee?” Virgil asked, keeping his voice low.

Deceit squeezed his eyes shut, breathing through his nose. “I’m FInE.” He could do this.

Thomas needed him to do this.

He could hear the change in his voice. Hear how it was almost like his much longed for adult one.

He could do this. He could handle this!

Virgil’s grip slackened, his black fingernails growing grey. “I think...Dee maybe we should stop.”

WHAT?! NO! Deceit jerked his head up, fear rushing through him. If he wasn’t DECEIT he wasn’t-- “I’m fine!” He growled out, clinging to Virgil, refusing to let him pull away. “I can do this, It’s working! We can’t stop!

His heart skipped a beat. There was his voice! That was the deepness they were looking for. If he kept to the shadows in the subconscious he wouldn’t have to rely on Roman or Virgil to act like him. He could be himself and do his job!

He needed this to protect Thomas from all the lies.

Virgil shook his head, easily pulling free from Deceit’s grip, the eyeshadow fading. “No. This was a bad idea. We--”

“NO!!” Deceit surged forward, grabbing Virgil’s hand, terror roaring in his ears. Vee couldn’t take this from him. He needed it!

“I can do this, Vee.” His heart dropped as his young voice echoed in his ears. NO! He couldn’t be a child and do his job! His bottom lip trembled as he fought to keep his vision clear. “You promised you’d HELP ME!” He was nothing if he wasn’t Deceit! Virgil had to see that. He had to help him. He. Promised!

Anxiety’s eyes flashed. “I said you could still be Deceit, Dee.” He said again pulling away. “But this--this.” He waved his fingers as the nails returned to normal. “Was a bad ide--”

But he was NOTHING if he wasn’t Deceit!

“NO!” Deceit grabbed at the air with both hands. Virgil had to help hi--

Vee’s hands slapped to his mouth with a SMACK that echoed in the still night air.

Virgil stiffened, terror flashing through his eyes as his eyeshadow and fingernails went pitch black.

Deceit froze, mouth dropping open, glancing to his clenched fists then back to Vee--frozen under his control. It worked? His powers…worked?

To Be Continued Chapter 4

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A Holly Jolly Christ-Mess. Part 23. | Rachel x Hunt

23: An Invitation

“Silver bells, silver bells, it's Christmas time in the city. Ring-a-ling, hear them ring, soon it will be Christmas day.” – Silver Bells

Summary: There are some complications when someone finds out Thomas is in town.

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Rachel Fields

Words: ~ 1,600 words

Notes: ITime for some serious mental gymnastics. Not gonna lie, I kind of forgot that it’s already the 23rd and I only have these two last parts to fit the whole Christmas thing I had planned in and... uh... I had to make some changes that maybe don’t make a whole lot of sense, but I'm determined to do the final part as I intended so... uh... that.

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“I’m going to kill him,” Thomas said determinedly as he threw his phone on the bed in frustration. It nearly hit Rachel, who had been asleep until a few minutes ago but was now sitting up, in the chest. She let out a surprised yelp when she ducked out of the way, making him wheel around and stare at her in shock. “You’re awake.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Not by choice. You were yelling at someone. That sort of thing tends to wake people up, you know?”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He should have kept his cool. But how could he have when his perfect plans for the day had just been ruined?

He’d wanted to give her the Christmas Eve experience she deserved. He was going to take her out to a romantic dinner, and perhaps take her dancing after, but not for too long. By the time they’d return to the hotel, there would be a Christmas tree waiting for them in their room that they could decorate together. Once finished, they would be cuddling under the tree, drinking hot chocolate – the recipe she loved so much with lots of cinnamon and unholy amounts of marshmallows, and waiting for midnight to come around. And the moment the clock would strike twelve, he’d give her his first present. She’d love it, and she’d give him his which he was sure he would love as well, and then it would be time for him to give her the second. The one he’d wanted to give her since the moment he’d got it for her. The one he was far more nervous – and even more excited – about than he was willing to admit.

But now, those plans had been shot to hell. All because that bastard couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut.

“What’s wrong, Thomas?” Rachel asked as she moved up behind him, placing her hands on his bare shoulders to knead them gently.

He let out another sigh, then slumped forward, burying his head in his hands. “Everything is ruined.”

“What do you mean?” She did her best to hide the panic in her voice but failed rather miserably. There was one thing, and one thing only, she could imagine that would have him react this way – someone had to have found out. “Who were you talking to just now?”

Her fingers continued moving over his shoulders, pressing deeper into his skin, and he felt himself relax a little under her touch. “Andrew knows I’m in town, and if he knows, everybody knows.”

“Who’s Andrew?” she asked. But there was an even more important question to be asked. “And how does he know?”

Thomas groaned inwardly. It was so easy to forget that she wasn’t – not yet, anyway – a part of this world he’d spent most of his adult life in. She did not yet know his acquaintances and rivals, his friends, and his enemies. He wasn’t sure, though, which category Andrew may have belonged it. “An old… colleague from my modelling days,” he said cautiously, then turned to her, seeing the worried look on his face. He immediately realised what his vague, ominous answers must have made her believe. “We haven’t been seen together. Ryan’s talked to him and let it slip that I’m here. And, believe me, he’ll pay for that.”

“Oh, thank God,” Rachel said, beyond relieved. Her brows furrowed. “So the problem is… that we can’t go outside because you’re worried about paparazzi knowing you’re here and looking for you? That’s… not ideal, but we’ll survive.”

Yes, that was part of the problem. Thomas nodded. “That is something I’m worried about.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “There’s more.”

“It’s nothing.” He got up from the bed abruptly, startling her, and began pacing around the room. “I’ll deal with it. You don’t need to worry.”

Rachel huffed as she got up from the bed, the duvet falling off her completely and revealing her fully naked body, and walked over to stand in front of him. “Talk to me. We both know keeping secrets never does either of us any favours.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he reiterated, shaking his head. “I’m not going.”

Her hand came up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking his stubbled skin softly. “Going where, Thomas? Please.”

He sighed, leaning into her touch. He didn’t want her to worry. More importantly, he didn’t want her to say what he knew she would – that he should just go. That he didn’t have to stay with her, that she’d find a way to entertain herself while he was gone. But she was right, lying to her had never gone over well for him. And he didn’t want to lie to her. “His annual Christmas Eve ball.” He put his own hand over hers. “I already said no.”

“But you want to go,” she stated matter-of-factly. There wasn’t a hint of the disappointment he knew she felt to be heard in her voice.

He shook his head. “I don’t.”

“Then you feel like you have to.” She smiled, and though Thomas knew it wasn’t entirely genuine, it looked like it was. Damn her and her acting abilities. “It’s okay.”

He felt her try to pull her hand away, and he gripped it tighter, keeping it pressed to his cheek as he leaned down to kiss her. “I’m not going. End of discussion.”

It would come back to bite him in the ass, he knew it would. There would be speculation as to why he hadn’t attended despite being in the country – because Thomas always went, if only for an hour or less – but it didn’t matter. He was not leaving Rachel alone. Not today. Not ever, really.

“Okay,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again. She slipped her hand out from underneath his and moved it down his neck, over his shoulder and chest, before snaking it around him and pulling him close. His own hands followed suit, caressing as much of her naked skin as he could reach. “Maybe we should—”

They were interrupted by a song that Thomas recognised as Rachel’s incredibly annoying ringtone. “Don’t answer it,” he breathed before taking her lips in another fiery kiss. Whoever it was would simply have to wait.

She chuckled against his lips, then put her hands on his shoulders to push him away a little. “Since it seems we’re going to have to stay in all day, anyway, I’m sure we’ll have more than enough time for this after I take this call.”

Thomas mumbled something about murdering the person who had dared to interrupt them, unaware that it was the exact same person whose life he’d threatened to take earlier already.

“Ryan’s calling me,” Rachel said, dumbfounded, as she looked at the caller ID on her display.

“Put it on speaker,” Thomas commanded.

She pressed answer, then did as he told her. “Hey… uh… what’s up?”

“On a scale of one to ten, how mad is Tommy right now?” Ryan’s voice came through the speakers.

“Try eleven,” Thomas answered, earning a glare from Rachel.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before Ryan spoke again. “I… should have expected that he’d be right there with you.”

“You should have,” Thomas said and, despite her protests, took the phone from Rachel. “And you should have also known better than to tell Andrew that I’m here!”

“I’m sorry. He invited me to his stupid ball, and then he somehow asked about you, and it just slipped out,” Ryan said exasperatedly. “But I’ll be there soon, and I—"

Rachel cut in again, her brows furrowed. “You’re coming to London?”

“I already am in London,” he said. “That’s why I’m calling. I want to… make things up to you.”

Thomas huffed. “And how would you do that?”

“By taking Rachel to the ball, obviously,” he said.

“Excuse me?” Thomas snapped then. How dare he! “You want to take my girlfriend out and call that making it up to me? As soon as I find out where you’re staying, I’ll—”

He was interrupted by Rachel’s hand touching his arm softly. “He may have a point. Give me the phone.”

“I will not—”

“Give me the phone, Thomas,” she repeated firmly. He sighed, then handed it to her.

He’d expected her to stay where she was, but she didn’t, turning off speakerphone as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Thomas went to follow her, but she’d actually locked the bloody door. Fuming, he returned to the bed and let himself sink into the sea of pillows and blankets as he waited for Rachel to return.

By the time she did, he’d calmed down – if only a little bit. “I hope you told him to never call you again.”

She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. “No. Now, get up, you have a ball to get ready for.”

“I told you, I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” she said with a mischievous grin. “And so am I.”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Thomas, he told me how important this thing is. It may not be what either of us thought we’d be doing tonight, but... when has anything ever gone as planned with us?”

Thomas let out an exasperated sigh. “We can’t be seen together. You know we can’t.”

“That’s why I’m going with Ryan. Everyone will think I came with him.”

He gritted his teeth. It was reckless. Dangerous, even. But he thought back to the masquerade over a year ago, and he remembered how happy she had seemed – before he’d revealed he knew who she was, anyway – and he groaned in defeat. It appeared he was going to take her dancing after all. “Very well. But you better not leave me for Summers, Rachel.”

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forever-forgotten-angel · 6 years

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To Be Named Soon Strip Club Fic (Chapter 1)

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Warning: I am currently planning this to have some Thomas/Virgil romantic elements, if that’s not your thing please move on and have a wonderful day! In addition, this story involves strippers and will likely have some explicit content at some point, so if that isn’t you thing, also please move on and have a wonderful day! Summary: Sanders Sides Strip Club AU, with a newbie Virgil who still isn’t sure about performing in front of actual people and protective club owner Thomas who just wants his employees to be happy and reach their full potential.

Pairings: Patton/Emile, Logan/Roman, Thomas/Virgil, Virgil/Remy, possibly Thomas/Virgil/Remy depending on how things go. More couples may be added.

Hey, I went ahead and typed this up on my phone because the doctor’s office is making me wait until god knows when to get seen for an appointment that was made weeks ago and had a set time. So fun. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

College is going fairly well for Virgil. Sure the classes are bigger, and so is the school, and he doesn’t know anybody (which is both a blessing and a curse to be honest), and the work is harder, but he’s keeping up okay.

What isn’t going well for him is his hunt for a part-time job.

No matter how good his resume looks, Virgil just does not interview well. He gets anxious and his throat closes up and he can’t speak right and he just wants to run.

He’s on his way back to the school from just such an interview right now. It’s about two o’clock (pm obviously) and he’s been walking for quite some time.

He doesn’t have a car, but luckily the school is in the center of the city and the city’s not too big so he can pretty much walk everywhere. Except somehow, while he was wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing at the latest in his line of interview failures, he’s gotten himself lost. And of course, this is the one time he doesn’t have his phone charged because that is just Virgil’s luck.

He’s not even sure what part of the city he’s in at this point and he’s in the process of resigning himself to going in to an establishment and asking someone for directions. It wouldn’t be easy, but it’s better than being out here all night.

Even after coming to this conclusion he spends the next few minutes walking and trying to build up what confidence he has. He finally takes a deep breath and turns to his right, entering the first building he sees. It’s an unassuming black building with a decorative sign that reads ‘Paradise Found’ which looks like it lights up at night.

It doesn’t take long for Virgil to recognize the familiar setting of the building he’s in, though he does wonder why the door was unlocked at this time of day. He can’t stop a rush of excitement and longing as he sees the poles on the stage. He shakes it off as he enters further, determined to find someone to give him directions now that he’s come this far.

He spots a couple of what must be the dancers nearby. One of them is wearing a lab coat which is open revealing nothing but a neck tie and a gorgeous torso underneath. The other is wearing a light blue corset with a matching set of underwear and seems to have a cardigan tied around his shoulders for some reason.

The man with the neck tie heads to the back room, leaving the man in blue alone. Virgil summons as much inner strength as he can muster and approaches the man.

“Hi.” He curses how weak his voice sounds as the dancer turns around to see him. He is immediately given what has to be the brightest smile he has ever seen. “Hiya! You must be here for the interview. I’ll take you up to the boss.” The man starts walking, motioning for a confused Virgil to follow him. He does, trying to figure out exactly what’s happening but too nervous to just ask. “I’m Patton by the way. What’s your name?” He swallows the lump in his throat. “Virgil.” The dancer, Patton as he now knows, looks back and gives him another blinding smile. “Nice to meet you Virgil.” He blinks a little and gives a small smile back, though he knows his is far less bright. “You too.”

They walk up a staircase to an office. Outside sits a sign that reads ‘Club Attendant Open Interviews 1:00-3:00 pm’. Well that explained why the door was unlocked and where Patton was taking him. He supposed he had his resume on him anyway, and he didn’t really like the idea of telling the bubbly man that he was wrong. Patton didn’t seem like the type to get upset or anything, but you never knew. Besides, what was one more rejection today?

His resolve faded a bit when a man came out from the office looking upset and the slightest bit scared. He felt himself tense up as he followed Patton in, preparing for the worst.

Instead of some giant mob-boss type person that he was expecting, a gorgeous man in a brown leather jacket and a t-shirt sits behind a large wooden desk that is strewn with papers. The man looks up and smiles when he sees Patton. He literally glowed when he smiled. Does everyone here just have brilliant smiles? What is this? “Hey Pat, what can I do you for you?” The man’s smooth voice echoes through the small room. Patton points over at Virgil who is trying to breath as the gaze of both men are now on him and he’s being stared at and Virgil breathe! He reminds himself as Patton goes to speak again. “I found another one downstairs; he was a bit lost so I brought him up to you.” Virgil feels a slightly embarrassed rush as the word lost reminds him why he was really there but ignores it. The man behind the desk nods. “Thanks Pat, I’ll take him from here.” Patton gives a salute. “Aye, aye captain.”

The bubbly dancer turns to Virgil and, to Virgil’s shock, reaches out and gives him a hug. Virgil hasn’t been hugged since he left his hometown, and even then it was scarce as he only really hugged Alina with any sort of frequency. But Patton was warm and inviting and seemed genuine so Virgil hugged him back, enjoying the contact. Patton pulled back after a minute and Virgil resisted the ridiculous urge to hold onto him longer. “Nice meeting you Virgil! Good luck! Hope to see you soon!” Virgil can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “It was nice meeting you too Patton. Have a great night!” He called after him as he left the room, leaving Virgil alone with ‘the boss’.

Virgil turned back around, he already felt his anxiety growing and his throat contricting and oh god why had he thought he could just do this? He was so not prepared. And what if-

“You’re hired.”

His thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. What? “What?” He repeated his last thought out loud instinctively. His eyes widened as he started to backtrack over his rudeness. “I mean, I’m sorry but I’m confused, I didn’t interview at all…” He trails off, not knowing what to say. The man gives him a heart stopping smile, warm brown eyes meeting Virgil’s. “I don’t need you to. You look to be in good enough shape to do anything I might need you doing around the club.” He gestures to the strap of Virgil’s bag where his school ID is attached. “You clearly must have some modicum of intelligence if you’re in college, and most importantly you’re the first person all day who was completely respectful to one of my performers. That’s good enough for me. The job is yours if you want it.” If? The chance to works in a place that is at least somewhat familiar to him AND finally stop going through the worry and stress of a job interview every few days. Plus, the two workers he’s met so far both seem pretty great. Patton had seemed like such a sweet person, and he respects the man in front of him for being protective of his performers. He remembers how Alina and the other dancers would talk about how the customers of the strip club would sometimes treat them. They’d had to stop talking about it while he was in earshot because he’d get so worked up, but that didn’t stop him from knowing it was probably still happening. It was hardly a difficult decision. “Absolutely! Thank you so much.”

He was proud he got the words out without stuttering, though his heart did stutter a bit when the man stood up from behind the desk and gave him another large smile as he reach a hand towards Virgil. “Excellent! I guess I’m you new boss then. “I’m Thomas Sanders, welcome to my strip club.” Virgil took his hand, trying to ignore just how warm it is against his skin.

“Virgil Sterling. Nice to meet you, new boss.” He is internally surprised at the almost teasing tone he uses; he must be a little high on this rare stroke of good luck. Thomas is not offended luckily, and simply giggles adorably as he hands Virgil a schedule. “Come in early if you have time and I’ll show you around and introduce you to everyone.” Thomas offers to a grateful Virgil. “Thanks! See you soon I guess?” Thomas nods, giving Vigil one last beautiful smile looking down to the papers on his desk. “See you soon.” Virgil heads back down to leave the club in a daze, still in disbelief at what had just happened. He never gets this lucky. The worst case scenario is often the most likely one for him. He can already feel a bit of doubt rising in him, telling him this was to good to be real. Too good to last. That he was going to mess this up like he did everything. But for once he squashed that voice down. This was the best thing to happen to him in a long time and he was going to enjoy it.

He is a bit surprised but kind of happy to see Patton waiting at the bottom of the stairs for him. “How’d it go? Did you get the job?” His tone holds barely contained excitement. Virgil nods with a smile on his face. Patton actually squeals and comes forward to give Virgil another hug like he had earlier. Virgil once again is surprised but pleased at the contact as he hugs back a bit sooner this time. “I had a feeling. Oh this is going to be so great! We’re going to be best friends, I just know it!” Virgil fights back a few tears, unused to feeling so wanted. “I hope so.” He comments as he pulls back a bit reluctantly. “I know so.” Patton replies seriously making Virgil’s smile grow more whether he wants it to or not.

“Patton, it’s your turn to rehearse.” A voice calls from behind the dancer. Virgil catches a glimpse of a man in what appears to be a sexy knight costume before the mystery person ducks back into the back room. “Coming Ro!” Patton shoved a small piece of paper into Virgil’s hand. “My number in case you need anything. See you around Virgil!”

Patton starts to walk away from a once again, dazed but oddly content Virgil who is staring down a the paper with just a smidgen of awe. He goes to put it in his phone before remembering it’s dead and how this whole miraculous experience had started. He quickly but carefully places Patton’s number into a safe zippered pouch in his bag before calling after the cardigan-clad man.

“Hey Patton! Would you mind telling me the best way to get back to my school from here really quick please? Just for future reference…”

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#sanders sides #thomas sanders #Strip Club Fic

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