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frenchiefitzhere · 2 years

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Servin' up Greer family fluff! WE GOT FLUFF HERE! COME GETCHA FLUFF! (This is a little minific. Not even 1000 words!) Read here or read on Ao3

Exhausted.

That’s how she felt.

Which was unfortunate.

Because the cover band was actually pretty good.

Marie had hardly left the house in months. Not since they moved back to their hometown on the east coast. Between raising a little one, getting the house ready, and starting up her healing lessons again with a private tutor, she had no time to just relax.

Colm had picked up on that. That’s what this little family outing was all about.

“When’s the last time you heard me suggest going to a concert, baby? Come on, let’s go! You don’t even have to get dressed up,” Colm had dragged her out of the kitchen. “Put the knife down! We’ll pick something up for dinner. We’ll eat it there at the beach. A picnic. Come on.”

“But what are we gonna do with Milo?”

“He’s comin’ too! Aren’t ya, Partner?” Colm asked as a three-year-old Milo came running into his waiting arms.

“Yeah, Ma! Pop said I get to stay up late if I go!”

“Oh, did he now?” Marie pursed her lips and glared playfully at her mate.

He shrugged back at her with a grin. “It’s a family outing!”

And indeed it was. They had picked up some deli sandwiches on the way to the city park that was hosting the concert. Marie carried the folding chairs, which was slightly easier than carrying Milo those days, given that he tended to talk with his hands as much as his mother, so Colm had quite a time of it trying to balance himself while walking on the sand toward the bandshell listening to Milo’s very animated story about the snapping turtle he had seen on the sidewalk earlier that day.

Marie quickly discovered what the big draw was after they had listened to about five songs.

“You didn’t tell me this was a Pretenders cover band. Do they even do any other music, Colm Greer?” she teased.

“I plead the fifth…”

“Pop. What’s ‘plead the fifth’ mean?”

“It means Ma’s right, Little Man. Finish ya dinner.”

When they were all done eating, Marie gathered up the papers from the food and found a garbage can, then collapsed back into the beach chair. There was a low hum of chatter around them from the other concert-goers, but it was a generally calm night given the throwback music and the gently crashing waves on the beach behind the pavilion where the band was playing. She started to doze off.

Except that she was cold.

Any other time she’d found herself outside with a chill and no jacket, she’d just shift. But she was in mixed company. Aura-less citizens of their small coastal town all around them.

Marie shivered. She frowned and found herself starting to tense in the middle of her back. Why did we have to come here? I just wanted to stay home and rest. I’ve been so busy lately. I love spending time with Milo, and the house is almost the way I want it, and it’s been so fun getting to work with Ira on healing stuff, but…

I’m just so tired. I should have stayed home and–

Colm’s lips were on her forehead. Marie raised her eyes to meet his and found him leaning carefully down on the flimsy arms of the beach chair over her where he had just placed his jacket like a blanket.

She snuggled it up to her chin. It still had the warmth from his body on it.

“But what are you gonna—?”

“Me? I got my little heat lamp right here,” he said, wrapping a drowsy Milo in the one fleece blanket they had brought with them. Milo collapsed onto Colm’s shoulder, his little legs dangling below under the blanket. Marie smiled at the sight of his tiny toddler feet in his tiny, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sandals. He just had to wear those after the snapping turtle thing today, didn’t he? she smirked.

Colm stood just to her side, rocking their son back and forth as the band announced they’d be performing their last song of the night. He tapped Marie gently on the arm with the back of his hand and said softly, “You wanna bet which one it is?”

“I dunno…” she mumbled, already half asleep, chin drooping onto her chest.

When Marie stirred, she heard a gentle voice singing, but it wasn’t coming through the speakers.

“Take me in, into your darkest hour

And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you.”

She turned. Colm. Colm Greer. Her mate. The man she had married years ago. The man who only seemed to like about five artists in the history of music.

That man was singing.

In public.

Marie was mesmerized as she saw Colm’s lips softly whispering the lyrics into their son’s ears.

It was a song that meant a lot to both of them. He had played it for her on nights when she was blue and lonely and held her until the Pretenders did their magic. She had popped the cassette into the tape deck of the car when he was in a foul mood to watch him perk up slightly on the opening line, “Oh, why you look so sad?,” and Marie would, of course, sing along dramatically with the car stereo until her mate was smiling like a fool.

But now, he was passing their song onto their son.

Perfection.

Marie tugged the collar of his jacket over her smile before he could notice her looking, deciding it was her own little secret that she just fell head-over-heels in love with Colm Greer once more.

#they go to a concert on the beach #it's cute af #marie loves colm #Colm loves marie #they both love milo #milo is so smol #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted fanfic #Spotify

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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In honor of Rob's birthday, can you write a Rob character of your choice with reader or an OC of your choice celebrating his birthday? Fluffy and maybe some light smut? Go wild. ;)

Your Song

Words: 1760

Warnings: Fluff turned smut

A/N: Just inserting Honey and Leon into random awesome points in music history. Cribbed from a scene in "Rocketman," directed by Nathan's freakishly short dad (Dexter Fletcher)

Leon and Honey stumbled and giggled down a path in the woods behind a house in the Canyon. They stopped to kiss under a Laurel tree, laughing when Leon’s hair got tangled up in some branches. Sometimes he seemed to forget how tall he was.

It was unusually warm for early January, but after a show at the Troubadour a party at Mama Cass’s bungalow felt like a serendipitous idea. They held tight to one another’s hands a bit drunk on elderberry wine. Maybe a brownie or two, their first since coming back to the States.

The couple hadn't been alone in several years, not really. Not since Selina was born. They had left her behind in Manhattan with Honey’s parents with an invite from Johnny (who somehow found himself doing far better in LA than he ever did in London.) Away from the snow and slush and post-holiday angry New Yorkers. The Bartucci’s back in their comedy club that Honey bought back and reopened at the start of a new decade. They really could use a vacation. Who turns down Elton John?

Suddenly, today, Leon found himself thirty years old. The 70s weren't much different than the 60s. Rock music got better, the clothes stayed almost the same. Still the same causes for Honey to throw herself into, Leon by her side but with a toddler strapped to his back. Maybe he would never actually be on the moon, but Honey certainly brought it down to him in their little girl.

“We've gotta get back to the house,” Honey lifted Leon’s hand up and brushed her mouth against his knuckles. “I worked a little something out with Elton.” She started to tug him along.

Leon dug his heels into the dirt, and his girlfriend’s arm nearly came out of its socket. “Honnn eeeyyy,” that sexy whine. “You've gone and brought Mr Elton John into it? Oh I'm not big on my birthday, you know that.”

Honey planted her hands on her hips, “Not everyone in our generation is gonna get to turn thirty. There's a piano in the house, and he thinks it's far out. Now c'mon, don't be a spoil sport.” She mimicked Leon's accent.

“Only if he says it's alright. Know how I am ‘bout doing things that aren't my bag.” Still he followed her down to the house, hands in his pockets as Honey literally skipped ahead, bits of bark in her hair.

It all felt unearthly, being surrounded by musicians whose records they had back in The Village. Or how short they all were. Save for John Phillips, the only person who towered slightly over Leon that night. Everyone called him Kubrick in jest, but his cheeks flushed all the same. He perked up straight away when Cass tugged on his vest. The one Honey made. He wore it now over a long sleeved thermal shirt and tight jeans that boot-legged instead of belled.

“Say this is pretty groovy. This is almost flashy enough for Elton to wear.” Her hands ran over the fabric.

“Honey made it. Our first Christmas together back in ‘67. London. Where I'm from. Well no I'm from Greece but,” Leon stammered.

“Relax man. We don't bite! That's Michelle’s job. Your old lady said you've got a kid back East. Me too. Owen, she's around here somewhere.”

You could tell she was whacked out on something. Everyone here was except Leon and Honey. Not really tipsy anymore both down from the brownie earlier. Looking around, the party goers were at the various stages of undress and sex. It was like the couple got rid of Renatis and replaced him with Mama Cass. Except she was so much cooler, her vibe felt truer and at ease.

“Yeah Selina. She's four I think?”

Leon scratched his head before noticing Honey sitting on the piano bench with a guitar. Topless. Elton beside her, also topless but still in his jeans. What a strange fucking life he and Johnny got into after coming here in 1970.

“Like the moon! I get it, Kubrick! Honey said you really love her. Cherish it man, they'll be us soon enough,” she winked. Then Cass affectionately pat his cheek like a mother would.

Leon’s heart would break a year later when she died. Everyone’s heart would. Always touching his face anytime he heard her sing.

For now she was alive and sat down in a chair. Leon leaned against the doorframe as Honey and Elton started to play. Lost in his own world, everyone else in the bungalow faded away except her. He wrapped a finger up in a stray curl that fell from his ponytail, smiling in her direction.

It took him a moment to realize these two people were singing TO Leon and not everyone else. He was so caught up in the way Honey’s fingers moved expertly over the strings. Was this why she asked for lessons? How he always fell in love just by looking at her.

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody

This is the song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

Later in a loft, Honey and Leon naked on the floor. Leon's lips making their way down Honey’s chest where he stops to take a nipple in his mouth. Sucking hungrily before teasing it with his teeth. Biting somewhere between playful and rough. Alternating between each of her breasts before continuing down over her stomach. Tongue dipping into her navel.

Honey’s back arches into Leon and she moans softly. Her hand lost in his hair as sexual instinct makes her urge him further down. But her brain says through her mouth,

“Wait, it's your birthday. Let me give you head.” The words breathless.

Leon is already diving into her. His tongue snaking deep inside like his fingers often do before going for her clit. Flicking at it a few times, circling it quicker. His hands spread her thighs so he has better access as he works her faster. His head moving up and down the whole time.

Then: “If I wanna go down on you for MY birthday, the only way you're gonna stop me is by saying no.” Leon paused, large eyes gazing up at Honey. His mouth glistening. “Are you saying no, then?”

“Fuck no, I love when you do this. I just figured you wanted to lay back and let me suck you off.”

He smiled and went back to it. Burying his face into Honey further. Then switching from his quick pace, Leon ran his tongue agonizingly slow along her cunt. The entire length of one side, sucking on it, plunging it in to work around Honeys clit then up the other side. Repeating this a few times, tongue manipulating her clit longer and faster.

Honey felt that heat build in her sex. That throb and the contraction. She cried out with that sudden swell of wetness before she came. She was so close but her mouth opened:

“Leon stop!”

Leon sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “What? What's wrong? Too much, love?”

“No no it was the perfect amount of too much. I don't wanna cum before we fuck.”

“Now THAT'S a bleeding birthday present. Time for me to get a toss over?” Leon's eyes shone with excitement. “Can we shag where someone might catch us?”

He stood up and helped Honey to her feet. Walking her to the railing that exposed the loft to the living room below where everyone had played their music before. A couple was already going at it on the couch not very silently.

Leon put his hand on the thick wood and yanked a few times to check its strength. It was perfect.

Honey situated herself in front of him, back pressing into his chest. She lifted her foot up on the bottom part and jutted her hips back into her partner’s erection. She anchored herself with her arms spread along the length of railing where he had just tested it.

Leon covered only one of Honey’s hands, his arm parallel to hers. The other hand taking the head of his cock teasing her with it. Then clutching the thick of her hip, he buries himself up to the hilt inside of her.

In his excitement, Leon began pounding into Honey madly. His hips hitting her ass every time created a rhythmic slapping sound. No longer needing to brace himself on her waist, he covered Honey’s mouth instead as her mewls of pleasure began.

Honey cried out into Leon's hand. Her body twisting slightly to give him better access. They had rutted this way enough that she knew angling her cunt downwards allowed him to hit her G spot. Something it took them both several years to figure out. Now that they had..

Leon lost himself in slamming into Honey with a speed he hadn’t felt since he did cocaine. The sweat created a shean across his cheeks, neck and chest from the heat they were building. Gut told him it would start forming on her forehead and stomach. What little he was grasping also told him Honey’s tits and ribs were crashing into the railing.

“Steady on, love.” Whispering huskily in her ear. “Yeah. I love being inside you. Never gonna get fucking sick of it. Your twat drives me barking.”

Honey kept on and kept up. That cataclysm in her walls, they flexed around Leon's cock suddenly. She squealed loudly into his hand as she came so hard her stomach muscles cramped. Her body still took to being rammed.

But not long, spurred on by the constriction of Honey’s orgasm, Leon exploded inside of her. Releasing completely but biting down on her shoulder to prevent from yelling out into the stillness.

Honey winced, but her gasp came out closer to another cry of pleasure. Her body cumming again unexpectedly. Leon would use that against her happily in the future.

They untangled themselves and were kissing in the dark. Then from downstairs came a humming. It soon turned into singing. The voice belonged to a tiny Englishman with diamond studded glasses.

“How wonderful life is while you’re in the world."

Tag: @robertsheehanownsmyass @badsext @joz-stankovich @elliethesuperfruitlover @nightmonsters

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #request #neuroticpuppy #leon x honey

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oh-theatre · 5 years

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Objection!: Chapter 2

Chapter title: Morning Chaos

A/n: I wrote a lot more family!Patton than I expected too but I think it's fine. Also, I hope I'm doing ok, let me know! Also, I have been doing a lot of research for this fic but I might get things wrong so I apologize.

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words: 2858

summary: Patton tries his best to get his kids ready for the morning, and Virgil receives some unsettling news.

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic demus

warnings: Murder mention

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“Yo Virge! Someones at your desk!” A familiar voice calls to Virgil as he steps into the precinct early morning. Virgil turns grumbling to face his partner Remy, glaring at him. Remy shrugs it off and points to their desks. Virgil's gaze follows his point and his annoyance grows seeing a figure hovering over his desk, messing with his things. “Yeah, I thought you might like that” Remy teases before dragging a very tired Virgil over to their desk.

“Hi, hello what do you want?” Virgil wastes no time interrogating the figure. The man stands tall and faces away from the pair. Virgil sighs and pushes the man aside slightly before sitting down. He feels a weighted pressure push his chair down and a voice brought his ear.

“Is that really any way to treat a judge?” Virgil spins around pushing the man away from him frightened.

“Roman! God! What are you doing here?” Virgil takes a moment to steady his breathing glaring at the now snickering Judge and his partner doing the same. Roman notices his glare and promptly stops his giggle fest. “Look I had a rough morning, I'm really annoyed right now so just… what are you doing here?” Virgil begs it's true. His morning had been less than ideal trying to get his son Damian to the daycare was a test. He had gotten absolutely no sleep last night fretting over the murder trial and to make things worse Roman Reial was standing in the precinct laughing at him. So not ideal.

“Sorry..” Roman sputters through his returning laughs, he clears his throat “My apologies Virgil, I'm here to retrieve the final evidence files for the trial this afternoon.” Virgil nods and gestures for the judge to follow him. They walk through the dimly lit precinct in awkward silence. They make their way through the array of desks, past the break room into the evidence locker.

“Case 203” Virgil requests, the lady at the desk nods and disappears into the plethora of file cabinets behind her. Virgil feels a buzz in his pocket and reaches for his now ringing cell phone. “Detective Tormine, what can I do for you?” Virgil's hears Roman stifle a laugh, he shoots him another glare, Roman puts his hands up innocently. Virgil listens his face slowly falls and he sighs exasperated “I'll be there as soon as I can, thank you Cindy” He slams his phone shut and rubs his temples. Roman eyes him with curiosity.

“Is everything alright detective?” The judge asks, his voice softening at the clear state of distress the man is in. Virgil shakes his head biting his lip.

“Its Damian, apparently he's not doing so well and he threw up.” Virgil scoffs “How does a father miss when their child is sick? I mean...I'm an awful parent” He curses himself. Damian had begged all morning not to go today, telling his father he felt ‘icky’, Virgil wanted to kick himself. Roman puts a reassuring hand on the smaller man's shoulder, he uses his other hand to lift Virgil's face so they stand eye to eye.

“You are not an awful parent” Roman says firmly, his tone has shifted. Virgil recognizes the sudden change, it was Romans court voice. “You are a single dad, who work practically 24/7 in the field of law and still makes time for your kid. I can't tell you how many times Patton has felt the same, it doesn't make you awful parents. You are under an incredible amount of stress, so you missed some signs that's ok because you can go now and take care of him. He will appreciate that so much more than you being upset with yourself” Roman soothes. Virgil simply stares, Roman was right but Virgil also knew it wasn't that easy. However, Virgil needed to go so he simply nods. The lady comes back, handing Roman the case file, and remaining evidence. They thank her before making their way back to the desk. “Why don't I drive you? It's on the way to the courthouse anyway” Roman offers, Virgil knows for a fact the daycare was in the opposite direction but he doesn’t think Roman was one to take no for an answer.

“Ooo! Roadtrip” Remy exclaims joining the conversation. Virgil rolls his eyes smiling softly at his partner's antics. “Can I come?”

“It's not a road trip Remy” Virgil insists “I'm going to pick up my sick son” Remy backs away face apologetic, Virgil shoots him a reassuring glance before turning back to Roman. “Fine but only because I don't want to take the bus” Roman claps victorious, Remy snickers before returning to his work.

What did I get myself into?

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“What?!” Patton cries into the phone, he rubs his temples frustrated “No, no, no please Cindy-” He listens aggravated. Finally, he sighs resigned “Yes, ok fine, thank you Cindy” He hangs up the phone and buries his face into a pile of files on his desk. He groans and sits up thinking. He looks around his musty study examining the darkroom. The curtains were closed except for a tiny slit of sunlight gleaming through. The lamp on his desk flickered making a sizzling sound. Patton shut it off and stood opening the curtains. Sunlight flooded the room giving Patton a calm feeling. He turns to the bookcases that surrounded his desk staring at the empty spots. Furrowing his brows he took the books he pulled out the previous night and places them back into their rightful spots. Once the last book was home he faces the mess of files on his desk. Patton began organizing the files and his notes. He grabs his briefcase and smiles opening up the old thing. The richness that pours from it is enough to make Patton swoon. He carefully places his files, notes, laptop and anything else he might need into it. He latches it closed and heaves it out into the kitchen, shutting off the lights and door behind him. He places the briefcase onto the counter and turns to the stove. The time flashes 8:00 AM. Patton lets out a huff of relief, not late, and begins making breakfast. He uses what he can find seeing as they had just arrived home and Patton hadn’t gone grocery shopping yet. He turns on the radio and listens as he cooks up breakfast for three.

“-new case to bless the courthouse today Jolene!” A cheery reporter sounds through the radio. Patton feels his stomach collapse to the ground. He leaves the bread to toast and listens intently to the reporters.

“You are absolutely right Adam!” Another voice joins the mix. Patton takes the now toasted bread and spreads even amounts of butter and crofters jam on to them. “It seems that the Florida police have finally found a leading suspect for the ‘Alphabet Murder’ case!” Jolene hollers at the name joined by Adam. Patton bites his bottom lip. There are families, children who suffered, He thinks, this isn't a joke. The reporters continue, discussing things Patton is already aware of. He turns the radio off and serves breakfast at the dining table. He pours two glasses of orange juice and begins brewing coffee for himself. He hums as he cleans away the small mess, twirling around slightly.

“Papa…” A sleepy voice calls from behind him. He finishes the last dish securing it safely on the drying rack before turning to face his young daughter. She stands in the archway between the kitchen and dining room rubbing her eyes and holding her prized plushie. Patton feels himself melt at the adorable sight, he kneels in front of the young girl.

“Good Morning angel face” Patton coos at his toddler. Valerie gives a smile before jumping into her father's arms wrapping her small arms around his neck. Patton stands hugging her back and planting small kisses all over her face. Valerie shrieks delightfully before begging to be put down. Patton obliges and sets her down softly. “There's toast at the table if you want some” Patton offers, she nods excited and runs to sit down. He watches as she munches on her food. Patton’s coffee finishes and he joins Valerie at the table. “Is your brother still asleep?” Patton asks wiping crumbs off the side of her cheek.

“Mmhm” She chimes “But I woke him up! I said we had to go see our friends!” Valerie explains gesturing wildly. Patton feels his heart twinge. “And then he got right up!” She finishes taking the last bite of her food. “He’s so messy Papa” Valerie whispers as though spreading gossip “And icky, boys are icky” Patton laughs and ruffles her hair. He takes her empty plate and brings it over to the dishwasher. She helps him by bringing over her empty glass. They make their way back to the table sitting down. “When can we see our friends?” Valerie asks bouncing on her chair. Patton sighs disappointed.

“Not today kiddo, I’m sorry” Patton admits, Valerie sits still in her chair and pouts. “Cindy said they had an accident and had to shut down for the day” Patton explains pained by the sad eyes Valerie gives him.

“But I wanna see my friends” Patton nods understandably.

“I know kiddo, but hey think about this! Today you get to come to work with me and hang out with Papa!” Patton plasters on a big smile. Valerie looks up hopeful. “How's that sound?” She nods, her bubbly mood returning. “Now why don't we check on that brother of yours ok?” Patton takes her hand as they walk upstairs into the twin's room. Valerie groans at the sight of a snoring Remus sleeping in his bed. Patton chuckles making his way over to the boy. He strokes the boys head lovingly. “Remus buddy, it's time to wake up” Patton says softly “I made you some food, aren't you hungry?”

“No Dada, I don't want the mashed potatoes” Remus mumbles turning over, clutching onto his pillow. Patton suppresses a laugh before carefully lifting Remus causing him to stir awake. He opens his eyes and looks around before softly hitting Patton's chest “Put me down!” He exclaims squirming “Put me down, y-you… heathen!” Patton obliges through fear of dropping the boy from laughing. He helps Remus change while Valerie packs her things.

“Ready to go? Both of you?” Patton pleads after finally getting everybody ready. Valerie nods, while Remus lets out a grumbling huff. “What's wrong crab cake?” Patton asks his grumpy son.

“Nofin” He replies before climbing into the backseat of the car and letting Patton buckle him up. He places a quick kiss on the boy's forehead before getting into the driver's seat. He checks the mirror before pulling out and smiling at the excited conversation the twins are having.

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Logan yawns walking into the courthouse sipping his coffee. He’s always amazed by the beautiful architect the building held. The arches placed neatly around leading to different courtrooms. The front desk tying the room into a half-circle. The ceiling dripping with meticulous art and flattering light. The stained windows complimenting them. Everything fit perfectly, it was his favorite place. Was being the operative word. It was until he heard the unruly shriek of laughter and giggles of children. He didn't hate children, let's make that clear. In fact, there were some select children that he cared for very dearly. However, it was incredibly early, and this was a courthouse. The one place a child should not be. He didn't hate children, he turned around ready to pounce but immediately melted, Oh...he especially didn't hate these children.

“Val! Remus! Remember what I told you about volume in the car” Patton warned. Logan watched as the very exasperated man took his children's hands and led them to the front desk. Jenny, the receptionist, helped him check in all while swooning over the twins. Patton smiled brightly at her words and Logan watched as he got visitors passes for the kids and said goodbye to Jenny. “Ok now remember, we are going to go to my office and stay there for a little bit, then Papa has to work so you guys are gonna hang out in the children's room, and then we can all eat lunch together, hows that sound?” Patton was kneeling now, why? Logan thought, he watched as the twins burst into simultaneous enthusiasm about their father's plan. Patton stood when he heard his name called, he began a conversation with another judge. Logan watched as the judge asked him about his trip, he was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a small pressure push against his legs. He looked down to see a very embarrassed Remus.

“I'm sorry mister” The boy mumbles, too scared to look up. He rubs his head bothered and stuffs his play truck into his pocket. Logan tilts his head slightly.

“No worries Remus” He speaks calmly, his face remains “I'm sure it was an accident” Remus looks up gaining a quick smile as he recognizes the man.

“Logan!” He cries out drawing Patton's attention, as well as a few others. Patton finishes his conversation and races over to the other two, followed by Valerie. “Look Dada it's Mister. Logan!” Remus exclaims to his father, Patton chuckles lightly.

“It's actually Mr.Tolentino, Remus” Logan corrects, gaining a disappointed glance from Patton. Remus pouts, followed by Valerie. He feels a small flutter in his stomach but ignores it.

“Your no fun” Valerie points out, Remus nods.

“I apologize” Logan begins adjusting his glasses “But this is a workplace, I'm not here for fun” He explains. Patton looks down at his children then back at Logan. His face is riddled with a disheartened look. He kneels down once more in front of his children. He's doing it again...Logan furrowed his brows examining the man's posture.

“Logan is right kiddos” Patton speaks finally. Logan feels an unfamiliar sensation when his name flows from Patton's mouth, yet it feels uneasy. “Why don't I have Jenny take you guys to my office while I finish up some stuff, ok?” The twins nod still discouraged and are led away by Jenny who follows along with all of their antics. Patton watches them go before standing once more.

“Why do you do that?” Logan inquires suddenly. Patton turns to him curiously.

“Do what?”

“Kneel, why do you kneel when you speak to them. Are you not perfectly capable of standing and looking down?” Patton bites his lip questioning whether Logan is being serious. Logan remains silent, Patton nods slowly.

“I kneel because then I can speak to them at their level. I'm creating an equal dynamic that says ‘I am listening to you, I care about what you are saying, and you matter to me’” he pauses, Logan processes this. “If I look down on them I am silently telling them the opposite of all those things. Children who feel seen and heard not only behave better but grow up to keep those values instilled in them. They feel respected, which in turn also makes me feel respected. They are more likely to listen to what I am saying If I show them that I am willing to do the same.” Patton finishes calmly, Logan stares in wonderment.

“That...is… incredibly smart and...amazing” Logan manages still gazing at Patton. Patton giggles lightly, only pulling Logan further into his amazement. “You are… a g-good parent” Logan curses himself. I don't stutter.

“Thanks, Lo!” Patton bounces, Logan feels a sudden relief at the return of his nickname. “I sure hope so. Whatcha up to today?” Patton inquires, releasing Logan from his thoughts

“Its ‘What are you up to today’ and as for my work-” Patton rolls his eyes at the correction, the men seemingly fall back into their familiar routine “I was placed on the ‘Alphabet Murder’ case, as they so annoyingly call it” Logan says, something changes in Patton's demeanor that he can't quite describe. Patton looks… bothered?

“Oh” Is all he replies, his cheery tone washed away by a flat voice. “So your… the prosecutor?” Logan had expected to feel pride, or amusement once Patton had noticed who he was going up against but just felt… bad. The father’s face was infested with mixed emotions.

“Yes I will, and what will you be doing today?” Logan inquires, knowing the answer. Patton shuffles his feet and fidgeting nervously with his briefcase.

“I'm the defense actually” Patton says, he examines Logan's face “But you already knew that, didn't you?” Logan's face falls.

Damnit

“I… yes I did. Ho-”

“I told you, you have to learn how to read your client's emotions” He says. Logan expects a teasing manner but is puzzled by the still present sadness the man conveys. “I should go, I need to prepare and check on the kids. See you in court Logan” Patton dismisses himself walking away. Logan jerks at the return of his full name.

“See you in court, Patton” He whispers to himself, feeling the adrenaline of a new case drip away.

#objection au #logicality #prinxiety #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #ts demus

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rydenstories · 5 years

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a very unlikely rescue

"Get the van ready!"

My boss, Mandy, called from the back office. Moments before, I had heard her cellphone ring and already suspected that we'd be going on a rescue. The animal shelter she owned was closed for the night and the evening volunteers had already arrived, but it wasn't at all uncommon to be called to pick up a stray at the last minute.

I'd never head out the door for the evening knowing there was an animal I could help, so although it would normally be the night staff's responsibility, I assured Mandy that I would accompany them on the rescue. Again, this wasn't out of the ordinary, but still my normally trusting boss seemed apprehensive. "This seems like a touchy case. Are you sure? I can take responsibility for it." I assured her that she could go home for the night.

Mandy was my mentor for the first decade we knew each other, teaching me everything she knew about humanely rescuing and adopting out animals, though the latest few years we've been more at equals. I can do anything she can do, so it was strange that she would question my capability at all.

Still, she conceded and explained the situation, albeit briefly as she had mentioned that it was a time-sensitive emergency.

"SPD called us with a possible vicious animal case after 911 was dispatched to a residence in which a man was threatening his own life. When EMT and SPD arrived, they found that the guy had some kind of dog locked up in a back room, but the thing is either terrified or possibly feral, because it's barking and snarling so loud that nobody will go back there to get it. I could hear it on the phone, it was so damn loud..."

Again she seemed apprehensive to let me go, and I could tell she wanted to say more, but I was already in emergency mode. Grabbing the keys for one of our rescue vans from behind the counter, I repeated again that I could handle it, and would call her if it was an absolute emergency. I met up with a young volunteer, Russ, and we set out to the location.

The drive was a little long, but soon pavement turned to gravel and the lines of houses turned into uneven rows of single-wide and double-wide trailers. It was only a few minutes after that when the lights of all the police vehicles started to become more visible in the distance.

The trailer we pulled up to was isolated from the rest by two empty lots where other single-wides used to stand on either side. Now all that was left were the cement foundations, which were littered with garbage likely belonging to the arrested resident. Even inside the car, parked behind several cop cars, Russ and I could hear the barking and the snarling.

Many of the neighboring residents had gathered at the very edges to look on. Meanwhile, several officers kept the crowd calm and talked among themselves, though it didn't seem like anyone was truly in a rush to even go near the trailer.

A rather tall and buff looking officer noticed our van parked and called out to a few officers around, who accompanied him as he briskly jogged over to our location. I hopped out of the drivers side and slammed the door closed, latch meeting home just as the officers arrived. "Hey! Thanks for coming!" One of them, a tiny brunette with a tight ponytail, called out. "We.... Well, really don't know what to make of this one!" The buff one added.

Almost as if on cue, the animal inside let out a rather loud growl that brought everything to a standstill for a moment.

There was a hush, but Ponytail snapped out of it first. "We don't really know what the story is. The subject has already been taken into custody and is on his way to get the care he needs. Real delusional, though. Probably crazy."

Muscles cut in. "Wasn't crazy to be afraid of that dog." He let out a forced chuckle but said nothing more, letting us get down to business. Russ grabbed a plastic kennel as well as a lead, collar, and restraining pole.

Here's the thing; we weren't terribly shocked by this situation. Russ and I always go into any rescue with a normal level of apprehension and in cases like this, that's much higher. Still, it definitely wasn't the first time we'd shown up to a scene like this and totally defused the situation in minutes. The cases that seem more dangerous always resolve themselves faster. We thought this would turn out the same.

The two of us stepped onto the porch and even before we opened the door, the sound was loud enough to make you want to cover your ears. The barks were deep, crazy low compared to anything I'd heard in all my years rescuing animals. Still, we continued inside.

The first thing that stood out was the lack of.... anything inside the trailer. It's not uncommon to find folks squatting in abandoned trailers around here but this place was SPOTLESS. No furniture. No clutter. Not a single speck of dust or dirt. Nothing like the environment outside. It almost seemed like an empty rental. Despite the look, though, there was a kind of smell. Not a scent, more of a presence in the air. Hot. It burnt the nose.

"Well it doesn't sound like this one's gonna get any nicer the longer we stand here. Let's do it." Russ decided, and I nodded. He was right; strangeness aside, the job needed to be done.

We put together a plan, although it was flimsy.

We found some garbage outside that we could use to guard ourselves. I had a toddler mattress, Russ had a large slab of plywood. We'd open the door to the back bedroom. It would then either charge us, we'd have to coax it out, or just go in and grab the thing if all else failed. I barricaded myself off to the side of the bedroom, in a small alcove to the left that would normally house a washer and dryer. He braced himself down the hall, facing the bedroom door. If it came blasting out, Russ could take the hit. I wasn't strong enough to brace against a giant charging dog but I was cunning enough to coax a confused animal hiding in a dark room out.

My partner signaled that he was ready, I counted to three, and the door swung open before I could get a grasp on the knob. It was as if the motion stole the sound from inside the room because growls ceased to reverberate through the metal shell of the trailer.

For a moment, it seemed like we were just waiting, but nothing emerged from the room. I couldn't see much inside from the angle I'd barricaded myself into and it still looked extremely dark in there. I started making kissy noises and listening for a possible reaction. Nothing. Silence. "Russ? Anything?" He had barricaded himself just out of my line of vision.

Again, silence. I had started to sweat some time before, but hadn't noticed until the silence had set in. I was drenched in it by then, and the room was so unbearably hot. It hadn't been a few moments before, though the smell in the air betrayed it. I called out to Russ again and, instead, was met with a response from inside the room. A powerful, aggressive growl.

In situations like this, we're trained to use gentle approach with calm speech.

"It's okay little baby." I whispered out. "C'mon." The aggression died down for a second, so I did it again, and again, and again while trying my best to peer into the pitch black room and catch a glimpse of the animal we were trying to rescue. Nothing moved, though the growling weakened.

I called out for Russ again, no response. The sound upset the animal again, so I resigned myself to the idea that my co-worker would be no help.

Gentle speech worked for a while but once the growling wouldn't quiet anymore, I turned to the treats. I grabbed a marble sized bit from a baggie in my pocket that smelled something like bacon. As lightly as I could, I tossed it into the room.

Usually, you expect one of two sounds; the small little pitter of the treat hitting the floor, or the quiet slap of dog jowls. The growling ceased, but no other sound came from the room. I leaned over my makeshift barricade as far as I felt safe. Again, the room was entirely black. A window should have been directly in my view, but it wasn't.

Something emerged from the darkness. The treat I'd tossed rolled out into the hallway and stopped perfectly in front of my barricade.

I stared down at it for a moment before a blasting bark, feeling warm and moist as if it were right next to my face, cracked into my eardrum and frightened me back into the corner. The growling resumed afterwards and, for a moment, I considered running away.

Maybe it just felt like a last-ditch effort before high-tailing it out of there, but I started reasoning with it, or maybe I was just trying to replace some of the gentle talk with something less repetitive. "We're just trying to help little guy." I cooed. "It's gonna be okay. We're going to find a home for you, I promise."

The sound from inside the room changed. Still a snarl but somehow more distant. Quiet. Small. It seems stupid, but I kept going. "Someone out there is gonna love you. Just let me help you, little baby."

The heat, and the burning smell, started to recede. The growl had gone, and there was an overall pressure that lifted. It almost made it easier to think. I called out to Russ again, but still got no response, although the noise didn't cause an upset this time. Finally, I found the courage to stand up. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and turned on the flashlight.

It seemed, already, like the darkness had somehow receded. I actually thought the sun was coming up, I could finally see that back window.

I shined the light into the room.

Like the rest of the trailer, it was devoid of clutter or furniture. Except a tiny wicker rocking chair, which inside sat a bisque porcelain doll. She was pale with glass eyes that were green and spiral curls that were dark brown. Next to her, there was a red gasoline can and a BIC lighter, like someone had set to burn her.

I almost couldn't believe it. I started shining the flashlight all around the room, but there wasn't even a closet to hide in.

Confused, I turned back to the other end of the hallway to relay my findings to Russ.

The plywood that had been used for the other barricade had a huge, black burn in it. Bits of the edges were still orange with heat. Behind it, my slightly burned colleague lay unconscious.

In a few moments, I would learn that the aforementioned exchange only lasted fifteen minutes - a half an hour tops, although it felt like hours. The rest of that evening moved much quicker. Russ suffered second degree burns on his arms and was quickly carted off to the hospital. The authorities started dispatching officers to survey the area for the assumed escaped "dog" while others pressured neighbors back into their home. Meanwhile, I called Mandy, who gave me strict instructions to follow immediately. Somehow, I knew she'd know what to do.

By this time, there were only two officers in charge of guarding the scene from curious pedestrians and journalists. I lied, telling them I'd forgotten an expensive piece of equipment inside.

I guess she didn't seem all that strange to anyone else on the scene. Although I'd suspected at first that they might take her for evidence, she still sat there in her rocking chair. Perfect curls popped out from a magenta-colored bonnet. One fragile leg dangled off the edge of the rocking chair, while the other was bent underneath it. I grabbed the entire chair and carried her back outside, joking out an excuse to the officers. "My Mom loves these things." They didn't seem to care.

To my surprise, Mandy was waiting for me when I brought the van - and the doll - back to the shelter. She seemed tightly-wound and concerned, but she took the porcelain juju off of my hands before sending me home for the night without another word beyond thanking me for doing the job.

I would come back the next morning to find the doll, rocking chair and all, sitting in Mandy's office. That's where she stays, as far as today, and our staff treat her as if she's a living part of the family. This is only done at the request of our boss - who is convinced she can find a home for the thing.

Minus a few instances that could just as easily be written off as coincidence, things have been pretty uneventful since.

Russ, however, has refused to return to the shelter.

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