#and liam grinning so warmly

[soulofapatrick]

Under the Mistletoe - Peter Hale x Femae Reader

Summary: Peter has to step outside during christmas celebrations and you follow him

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: None, just some pure Christmas fluff

Y/N’s POV 

The Stilinski living room is an embodiment of cozy chaos—warmly lit by twinkling lights and filled with laughter that bounces off the walls. We're all gathered, the whole pack, tightly nestled onto every available surface. Couches are claimed by some, while others opt for the floor, sharing pillows and throws in a haphazard but comfortable manner. It's crowded, but the festive cheer keeps us close, shoulders brushing and smiles exchanged.

From the doorway, Dad, Melissa and Peter stand, observing the scene with amused expressions. Dad’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he leans against the doorframe, a mug of something warm in his hand, as Erica and Liam bicker over who the gift in Malia’s hand is for. Melissa exchanges a fond glance with him, her lips curving into a soft smile, while Peter’s gaze holds a mixture of amusement and something else—a tinge of sadness. 

Peter’s eyes meet mine across the room, a brief but charged connection that sends an unexpected warmth cascading through me. Caught in the intensity of his gaze, I can’t help but feel my cheeks flush, and I quickly avert my eyes, focusing instead on the gift being launched my way by Scott. 

As I peel away the layers of wrapping paper, a soft chuckle escapes me when I uncover a hoodie. But not just any hoodie—its a simple yet heartwarming statement piece. In bold letters, it reads “Best Pack Mom Ever!” 

The room erupts into laughter and cheers, a chorus of voices expressing their approval and amusement at the gift. I can’t help but grin, feeling a warm rush of gratitude and affection for this pack that feels more and more like family with each passing day. Without a thought I pull it over my head and melt with love as it’s so fluffy and warm and oversized. 

Glancing up again, I catch Peter’s eyes once again, this time softened with a gentle smile that reaches them. There’s a subtle depth in his gaze, a silent understanding that tugs at my heartstrings. His subtle nod and the ghost of a reassuring smile sends a flutter of warmth through me, easing any lingering nervousness. 

Despite the festive cheer enveloping the room, a lingering sense of melancholy in Peter’s eyes doesn’t escape my notice. His smile, though warm, carries a weight that speaks volumes, and I can’t shake the feeling of a hidden sorrow behind it. As the laughter and chatter of the pack fills the air once more, I see Peter swallow hard, a visible lump forming in his throat. Without a word, he turns and quietly slips away, his departure unnoticed amidst the joyful chaos. 

Squashed between Derek and Jordan, I feel a nudge of worry from the latter as I shift to get up. Patting Jordan’s knee with a reassuring smile, I offer a quick “I’ll be right back Jor.” Before making my way out onto the small front porch, where Peter stands, cloaked in shadows. 

The night air is crisp, filled with a serene quiet that contrasts sharply with the festive buzz indoors. Outside, the world feels different—quieter, more contemplative—and it seems to match Peter’s pensive demeanour. 

“Peter?” I call softly, stepping closer, the faint glow of the porch light casting a gentle illumination around us. He turns slightly at the sound of my voice, the moonlight painting his features in soft contrasts. There’s a vulnerability in the way he holds himself, a rawness that I’ve seldom seen, “I didn’t mean to intrude.” I offer, feeling a pang of uncertainty about stepping into his private moment.

His age meets mine a mixture of surprise and something akin to gratitude flickering in those intense blue eyes, “You didn’t,” he assures, his voice carrying a hint of appreciation. 

Feeling the unspoken weight between us, I cautiously move closer until I’m standing at his side. Peter remains still, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his forearms resting against the edge of the porch. Without a word, I lean in, resting my head gently against his shoulder, a silent offering of comfort. 

There’s a momentary pause, a heartbeat of anticipation, before Peter slowly turns his head, his breath brushing against my hair. Without a word, he leans in, burying his face in the soft strands, a subtle but profound gesture of seeking solace in the simple closeness. The wolves of the pack seem to do it a lot, as if they’re memorising my scent. I don’t mind it at this point, quite used to it and just wanting to make Peter smile again. 

His strong arms, once unmoving, now wraps around me, pulling me closer into a gentle embrace. I feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a reassurance admits the silent turmoil within him. 

Gently pulling back after a moment, just enough to meet his gaze, I sense a shift in peter’s demeanour. The shadow of sadness is still present, lingering in the depths of his bright blue eyes, but it’s fading, giving way to something else—something that sends my heart racing and my usually eloquent words scattering like autumn leaves. 

His features, usually etched with an air of intensity and determination, soften in this moment of vulnerability. There’s a depth to his gaze that draws me in, an unspoken understanding that feels like a whispered secret shared between us. 

I find myself entranced by the subtle play of moonlight on his angular features—the chiseled jawline, the faint scars, and those piercing eyes that seem to hold entire galaxies within them. It’s a sight I’ve admired from afar, a magnetic pull that has stirred a quiet longing within me for longer than I can remember. 

My throat feels dry as I wet my sudden parched lips, nerves fluttering like a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. Being this close to him, feeling the warmth of his embrace and seeing the vulnerability in his expression, stirs emotions I’ve kept carefully hidden—a rush of affection and an undeniable attraction that refuses to be ignored. 

As the moment lingers, I feel the shift in Peter—a subtle but distinct change in his demeanour. His suave facade seems to resurface, a shield to conceal the vulnerability he had briefly allowed me to see. 

His hand lifts, cupping my cheek in a gesture that sends shivers down my spine. The rough pad of his thumb grazes over my bottom lip, a barely-there touch that ignites a flurry of sensations. I catch the flicker in his bright eyes, the way they linger on my lips before meeting my gaze once more. There’s a hesitation in his expression, a hint of conflict that dances in those intense blue eyes. "I should stop," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mix of uncertainty and restraint, a self-imposed barrier he seems hesitant to breach.

The words hang between us, heavy with unspoken desires and emotions. My heart races, caught between the yearning to lean into his touch and the fear of misunderstanding his intentions. 

Caught in the charged atmosphere between us, my heart pounds louder in my ears, an erratic rhythm matching the intensity of the moment. With a surge of boldness fuelled by emotions I can no longer suppress, I act on impulse.

Without a second thought, I rise onto my tiptoes, closing the distance between us. My hands find their place on his shoulders, seeking support and anchoring myself as our lips finally meet. There’s a tender urgency in the kiss, a mingling of hesitance and longing, a culmination of unspoken emotions and desires. 

Peter’s arms, strong and reassuring, wrap around me in response—one securely around my waist, drawing me closer, while the other cradles my head, holding me gently but firmly. 

The touch of our lips sparks an electric current that courses through me, sending tingles down my spine and causing my entire being to tremble. His lips are soft against mine, a perfect harmony of warmth and reassurance, igniting a fire that spreads through every fibre of my being.

In that moment, there's a convergence of emotions—a sense of familiarity mingled with the exhilaration of something new and exhilarating. The kiss feels like coming home, yet exploring uncharted territory, a blend of comfort and passion that leaves me breathless. 

I feel the tension in Peter's embrace ease, a silent affirmation of reciprocation. His kiss holds a tenderness that speaks volumes, a silent confession of emotions that words fail to express. It's a moment suspended in time, a revelation of desires and an acknowledgment of a connection that had silently thrived between us.

With a gentle breath against my lips, Peter murmurs, his voice barely audible yet carrying a weight of amusement, "There's mistletoe above us.”

A soft chuckle escapes me, muffled against the warmth of our lingering kiss. It's a rare sight, seeing a genuine smile grace Peter's lips, a fleeting but captivating moment that feels like a precious gift. 

Breaking the kiss, we share a brief, lighthearted glance upward, confirming the small sprig of mistletoe hanging just overhead. It's an almost serendipitous detail, adding a whimsical touch to this unexpected but undeniably cherished moment. Our gazes meet again, and the air between us crackles with a newfound energy, a playful warmth contrasting the depth of emotions we've just shared. There's a silent understanding, an unspoken agreement to cherish this rare moment of vulnerability and connection.

Peter's thumb brushes over my cheek, a tender gesture that holds a promise of more unspoken conversations yet to come. His gaze lingers on mine, a silent reassurance in those intense blue eyes.

"I didn't expect this," he admits softly, a trace of vulnerability coloruing his tone, a rare glimpse of the man behind the walls he usually upholds, “I didn’t expect you to want me back, to feel the same way with our age gap.” 

“I don’t care about that Creeperwolf,” I reply, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips, feeling the weight of the unspoken but shared sentiment between us, “Now come back inside and celebrate with me.” 

“The others…” 

“Peter Angus Hale, when have you cared what others think of you?” 

“Alright Love, lead the way.” 

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[tulipsforvin]

helloooo

Can I request William having a s/o that is really bad in Math (and she hate it really much)?

Like when William tries to teach her and she'll go : zzz...

ᥫ᭡. William x F!Reader That Dislikes Maths

✧ a/n: this is NOT one of my best works 🙅🙅

✧ tags: fluff, established relationship, wholesome, tutoring, William James Moriarty, Moriarty The Patriot.

William was always eager to teach his beloved on any topics that she wasn't confident in, one of the subjects being mathematics - something he was an expert at.

They'd clear their schedules for an hour or two, reserved only for the purpose of William teaching (Name) maths. With much protest and whines from (Name)'s side about how she loathes that particular subject, of course.

“My love?” William questions after a long pause when (Name) doesn't respond to his 'yes or no' questions, asking if she'd understood him or not. “Did you understand?”

“Huh?” (Name) blinks up at him, obviously being snapped back to reality from her daydreaming sessions - one she's gotten used to doing ever since he began to tutor her. “Wait, what? What was it you said?”

William sighs in exasperation, hand reaching over the desk before he eventually flicks (Name) on the forehead. “You're not paying attention, darling. Again.”

“Ow!” (Name) exclaims, placing a palm over her forehead and rubbing over the area that William flicked. “That hurt, you know!”

“Good. Perhaps that will teach you to pay attention to me when I'm speaking.” William exhales, picking up his pen once again. “Now, back to mathematics. Which equation do you find the most confusing out of all the others?”

You scoff at his words, grumbling under your breath and repeating what he said to you in a mocking, high-pitched tone of voice.

“Very mature, (Name.)” William huffs in mild amusement, looking over your features as he speaks to you sarcastically.

“I try my best.” (Name) quips back, flashing William her signature grin. William laughs warmly, shaking his head.

“What do I do with you, hm?” He tilts his head, his gaze gentle when he looks at her.

“What would you do without me?”

“I don't know.” He shrugs, leaning forward in his seat. “However, what I do know is that you're going to finish atleast ten equations before either of us head to bed.”

(Name) groans - making William smirk at his significant other's reaction. “Fine, fine.”

A few minutes pass, the clock ticks by as (Name) attempts (and fails) to complete the task.

William's watching her carefully, chin rested against his palm as (Name)'s head begins to droop, her breathing begins to slow and her shoulders begin to slump.

“Don't fall sleep yet, darling.” William murmurs, looking over (Name)'s sleepy features. “You haven't finished your work.”

“I'm..not..” (Name)'s eyelids flitter, fighting back the sleep creeping into her bones. “Going to..sleep..”

“Yes, you won't - because you still have six more questions to attempt and three more to correct.” William tells (Name), trying to speak as firmly to her as possible. “Focus, love.”

Yet, was that even possible? How could he be stern towards his darling of all people, especially now, when she looks so endearing?

“I am..focusing..” (Name) retorts, feeling her eyelids grow heavy even further. “Stupid Liam.. stupid maths..” She trails off, finally and completely falling asleep.

“Careful now.” William whispers, placing his palm right under (Name)'s cheek when her body slumps forward in her slumber, moments before her face almost hits the desk. He carefully scooches up to (Name), gathering her into his warm embrace.

He looks down at (Name), her face squished against his chest and arm as he holds her. His lips twitch into a small, subtle smile - growing slightly wider when she murmurs gibberish and incomprehensible noises in her sleep.

Another exasperated sigh tumbles past William's lips. “Really,” he murmurs softly, barely audible. “What am I to do with you?”

Perhaps the tutoring could wait another day?

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty x you #serraaphim answers #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

[tapesfrom1980]

Hiiii can I poke you for a lip Gallagher x innocent reader request.

💜💜

“can everyone come here for a moment?” lip called out as he stood in the middle of the gallagher kitchen. he could hear their siblings footsteps and groans as they came closer.

“what’s up?” fiona came from the next room over folding a freshly dried sweatshirt.

“i’m uh” lip looked for the right way to word it without his siblings making fun of him. “i’m having…someone over. i really like this person and i don’t want them to be scared off. so when they get here can you just…act like normal people.”

“woah woah woah.” ian cut in with a stifled laugh. “this person must be very special if you don’t want us? to scare them off.”

“is it a girl? you always bring girls home.” fiona started to smile knowingly. “ she special?”

lip held back an eye roll as his siblings started discussing on who the mystery girl was and why he cared so much about her not being scared off.

“okay, okay yeah! i just…i think there’s something more that’s going to come out of this and you guys can’t ruin that.” he spoke loudly, cutting off his siblings conversations.

“she hot?” carl perked up. everyone gave him a look, even liam.

“you’re like 15 years old carl. she’s not gonna flirt with you.” carl rolled his eyes.

the doorbell rang, and lip knew it was y/n. he gave one last knowing look to his siblings and walked to the door, looking around to make sure the mess isn’t too big.

“y/n.” he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in when y/n came into view. she was so pretty and he felt himself be more and more enthralled everytime he saw her.

“hi lip.” y/n smiled warmly at him as he stepped aside for her to walk in.

“y/n, these are my siblings.” lip put a hand on her back as he led her to the living room.

“hey i’m fiona, it’s great to meet you.” fiona gave y/n a small but firm hug.

“i’m y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you!! lip has mentioned all of you guys a lot.” y/n smiled.

“he mention me too?” carl stepped forward with a smirk. “if you ever decide you don’t like this loser, i’m here.” he winked.

“aw you’re so cute!!” y/n brought carl into an embrace with a big grin. everyone else was trying to stifle a laugh as they saw carls disappointment. y/n pulled away and walked towards ian.

“ian right? i’m friends with mandy, she said i’d love you.”

“oh lip i love her already.” ian put his arm around y/n and smiled at lip. he was a little tipsy and in that moment he felt like he had just met his bestfriend.

“oh guys i have to go, it was nice meeting you y/n.” debbie walked into the kitchen to grab her purse.

“where ya going?” fiona asked as debbie stashed stuff into her purse.

“just out.” the ginger shrugged.

“alright, don’t be back too late!” she called out as debbie speed walked outside.

“nice…meeting you?” y/n also tried calling out.

“don’t worry, she’s always like that.” lip reassured her.

“hey guys, kev and v are coming over with some booze. y/n, you drink?” fiona asked.

“yeah! i just have to warn you, i have a very low tolerance.” lip laughed as he recalled all the times he had to physically force y/n into a taxi while she demanded she got one more drink.

“okay, let’s get this party started then!”

-

“veronica where did you get those earrings? they’re so cute.” y/n asked loudly as she had her arms embracing v.

“how many drinks have you had y/n?” veronica laughed.

“oh she’s only had 2.” lip laughed.

“shhhhhhhh lip shhh.” she put her fingers on his lips to shut him up.

“i love your family lip you guys are so much fun!!” y/n started tearing up as she looked around the living room.

“please don’t start crying.” lip groaned.

“and you guys have been so welcoming. i don’t deserve this.” y/n put her head in her hands crying.

“alright i think it’s time for you go to lie down y/n.” lip laughed, helping the girl get up.

“you guys have been through so much and you’re still some of the most fun people i’ve ever met.” the girl continued as lip brought her up the stairs.

lip carefully walked into his room, laying down y/n as gently as he could.

“thank you.” y/n cuddled into lip and burrowed her head into his chest with a small sigh.

“for what?”

“for everything.” y/n smiled before dozing off. lip couldn’t contain his smile of awe at the girl cuddling him.

he normally wasn’t a softie, but seeing such a beautiful and innocent girl laying on him made him want to be perfect for her. to get better, to make sure no one harms her anymore.

#tapesfrom1980 #shameless #lip gallagher #phillip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x y/n

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page

Because I Love You - 7 -

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU 

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Series Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks 

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series. 

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match. 

Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words : 2450

Because I Love You – 7 

Chapter Summary: Liam and Riley spend their first day as a family with William. A threat is revealed in Cordonia, while security is tightened in New York. Liam is called back to Cordonia.

Music Inspiration: When You Say Nothing at All, Alison Kraus & Union Station 

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.  

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#62, prompt #1 - “Forever means nothing to me if I don’t get to spend it with you.” 

A/N3: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Holiday Prompt #18 - “If you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war.” 

A/N4: My submission for @choicesdecember2023, prompt, Food and Feasts - ‘National cocoa day.’ #choices monthly challenge 

A/N5: My submission for Choices Holidays Prompt Event, @angelasscribbles @choicesholidays, Week 3, “This is definitely going to land me on your naughty list.”

A/N6: My submission for Holiday Prompts 2023, prompt – Snowball Fight – Building a snowman. 

Brooklyn Heights, New York City 

The snow had drifted up against the patio door throughout the evening and continued to pile up as the new day began. 

William looked up and gasped. "It's snowing! Look, Mama, ... loooooooook!" 

Riley sauntered over to the glass door and gazed out at the beautiful sight. "It is snowing, LiLi. You are so right!" 

"Can we go outside and play, Mama? ...Pweeeeeze?" 

"Not yet sweetheart, it's still too early. But, maybe later today, the snow should still be falling." 

William grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Yay!" 

"You can show me all your favorite places outside in the snow." Liam chimed in, walking up to stand beside Riley with his coffee.

"Daddy, can you make a snowman with me?" 

"Yes, I can. In fact, I'm a snowman-making expert." Riley's eyebrow shot up quickly turning to see a smirking Liam beside her.

"Really? Wow." William excitedly clapped his hands. Riley smiled warmly at William's reaction, which mirrored closely with Liam's expression of delight.

"Yes, I have a special way of making them. Do you want me to show you how?" 

"Yes, Daddy, please!" 

Riley giggled, shaking her head. “Snow in the Capital?” 

“Not the Capital, but it was always snowing in Lythikos.”  Liam quipped back with a grin.

Liam whispered, “... and Mama can help too.” Liam smiled affectionately at Riley, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb. 

“But first, I would like to show you a train set at the toy store in the city! Would you like that, William?" 

"Yes, yes, yes! I want to go see the train." William excitedly bounced in his chair. Liam grinned, captivated by the joy in his son's expression.  

"Alright, let's finish our breakfast, and then we can get ready to go. We can also pick up some hot cocoa and marshmallows along the way." 

William squealed in delight. “Oh yes, Daddy.” 

Riley’s shoulders shook uncontrollably, with her laughter barely held. 

“You are having way too much fun, Li.” 

Liam bashfully looked at Riley and winked. “I will have Bastien prepare the car. We can go as soon as it gets here.” 

“Okay, little man. Let’s get you ready to go.” Riley walked to pick up William from his toddler chair as Liam made the arrangements. 

*** 

After visiting F.A.O. Schwarz in Rockerfeller center, as promised, Liam took Riley and William for a hot cocoa treat while admiring the huge Christmas tree in the center court. 

As they walked along the bustling streets of New York, Liam could not help but smile at how much fun his son was having, and truth be told, so was he. They had visited the toy store, where Liam had bought him a set of toy trains, and stealthily selected more toys for Christmas morning for William.

William was in awe of the trains, and he had insisted on carrying the bag personally all the way to the café by himself. 

As they entered, the waitress smiled warmly at them, and Riley was grateful for the privacy that being with the King afforded. She did not need any extra attention from onlookers. 

"Good afternoon, folks. What can I get for you?" 

Liam turned to Riley, "we will all have hot cocoa, with whipped cream and marshmallows."  

“That sounds delicious …yes, please.” Riley agreed. 

The waitress nodded, "you got it." 

As she walked away, Liam turned to Riley, "thank you, Riley." 

"For what?" 

"For letting me be part of William's life. I now know that I can't imagine not having him in my life." 

"I'm glad, Li. He's a very special little person." 

"He is. Just like... his mother." 

Riley blushed, "you're sweet." 

"Not as sweet as you." 

"Stop, Li," Riley laughed, shaking her head. 

"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we go to the park after this? We can build a snowman." 

"That sounds wonderful. LiLi will love it." 

"… and later, I was thinking just the two of us," Liam suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

"Oh...that sounds nice too." Riley smiled coyly. 

The waitress returned with their drinks, and they spent the next hour talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company. When they were done, Liam paid the bill, and they headed out into the crisp, winter air. 

"It's a date then?!" Liam continued to watch William. 

"It's a date." Riley confirmed. “Oh, yeah?” Liam beamed. 

“Yeah,” Riley confirmed, squeezing his hand. 

"I meant what I said earlier, Riley. I want to be a part of your lives, both yours and William's. 

As they continued to stroll, Liam reached out and took Riley's hand in his, a feeling of contentment washing over him. 

"I know, Li. And we want you in our lives too." 

"Good. Because now that I have you back in my life.... I want us to be a family." 

"I love you too, Liam." 

"Forever means nothing to me if I don't get to spend it with you." 

Central park was beautiful, covered in a blanket of fresh, white snow, and Riley could not help but smile as she watched Liam playing with William. The two were building a snowman, and William was giggling and squealing with delight. 

"Do you like it, William?" Liam asked, grinning. 

"I love it, Daddy." 

Liam's heart warmed at the sound of the word, and he scooped up his son, twirling him around. "I love it, too, LiLi." 

"Daddy, look, the snowman needs arms." 

"It does. What should we do?" William picked up two twigs and poked them in to its sides.

"Can we throw snowballs at the snowman nowe, Daddy?" Liam laughed. 

"Of course, we can. Whatever you would like." 

Liam put William down and helped him scoop up a handful of snow, showing him how to shape it into a ball. Then, they began to throw the snowballs at the snowman, laughing and enjoying each other's company. 

As they played, Riley couldn't help but feel her heart swell with love and happiness. It was a sight she would never forget, and she knew that their lives together were just beginning. 

"Riley, watch out!" 

Riley turned to see a snowball hurtling towards her, and she ducked just in time, laughing. "Hey, that's not fair, you two!" 

Liam and William looked at each other, trying to hide their giggles, and Riley picked up a handful of snow, forming a snowball. 

"If you throw that snowball, you're declaring war."  

Liam ducked as her snowball flew past him.  

They shrieked with laughter, running around and chasing each other. As the sun began to set, Liam picked up his son and kissed his forehead and pulled Riley close. 

“This is definitely going to land me on your naughty list.” 

"Would that be a bad thing, Li?" 

"God, no!"  

Liam put William down and held his hand out for Riley, pulling her in close to his side. 

"And I love you, my love," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. 

Riley melted into his kiss, savoring the moment, knowing that this was only the start. 

** 

Liam stood up and turned away from the fireplace after starting a warm glow, heading into the kitchen. Riley had prepared a feast of pasta, meatballs, and salad.

"Dinner's ready," she called out.

"Smells delicious."

"Hopefully, it tastes as good."

"William is fast asleep on the sofa. Let me get him into his bed."

"Okay, Liam, thank you."

They sat down and dug into their meal, both enjoying the warmth of the fire and the comfort of being together. Liam couldn't help but marvel at how normal things seemed.

As they ate, Liam cleared his throat, "I spoke to Leo earlier."

"Oh?" Riley's heart started to race, knowing that Liam will eventually have to go back home to Cordonia.

"We need to get back to the Capital."

Liam looked at Riley, his heart filled with love and sadness. "I wish I didn't have to leave you and William." 

As Liam looked st Riley, his heart tightened.

"Liam, is something wrong?"

"No, everything 's fine. Just a lot on my mind."

"Me too, Li. But we'll be waiting for you here." 

"I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise." 

"I know." 

"Wait!" Riley untangled her arms from Liam and ran to the kitchen. 

When his guard appeared at the door, Liam leaned in to kiss Riley goodbye, he could not help but think about all the moments they had shared together over the past few days. It was a bittersweet moment, and he couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart. 

"Ri, what are you doing?" 

"Just wait, you’ll see, Li." 

A few moments later, Riley returned, carrying a twig of mistletoe. 

“Ahhhh, I see.” Liam watched Riley with amusement as Riley was trying to figure out a place to attach it. 

"There. Now we can have our Christmas kiss." 

Liam laughed, "You' dont have to bribe me, love." ...as the mistletoe twig fell to the floor. 

"I know. You've mentioned it a few times." 

"Well, it's true." 

Liam picked up the mistletoe and held it over their heads, grinning. "My future queen." 

"My king." 

Liam gently wrapped his hand around her cheek as he tugged her close. They shared a passionate kiss, both of their hearts aching with the thought of separation. 

"I love you, Riley. With everything that I am." 

"And I love you, Liam. ....so much."

As they pulled away, Liam tucked the mistletoe in his pocket, determined to bring a piece of their love story back with him to Cordonia. 

"Take care of yourself, Riley. I will be back as soon as I can." 

"Stay safe, Liam." 

With one final look, Liam left the brownstone, his heart heavy.

Moroccan Royal Palace

The heat from the Moroccan sun was stifling, as Madeleine sat on the outdoor terrace reading the latest news from Cordonia. Looking up, she saw a familiar face walking towards her. 

"Father ..." Duke Godfrey had a grim look on his face. 

"The council has just received word that King Liam has been spotted in America with a woman and a child. He has a son." 

Madeleine's eyes widened, "with her? That cannot be true." 

"Apparently, it is. You know what this means, Madeleine." 

"Yes. Our plan has failed. We must change course. 

"How do you propose we do that?" 

"Liam has made his choice, and now we must make ours. There is only one way forward." 

"And what is the next step in our plan, father?" 

Madeleine smirked, "I couldn't agree more." 

"We must ensure that no one stands in the way of the succession of the true heir, your son." 

"How do you suggest we do that?" 

"It seems we will have to remove them from the equation. Permanently." 

Madeleine smiled coldly, "I've been waiting a long time for this. Let's get started." 

As the sun set over the Moroccan desert, Madeleine stood on the terrace, surveying the landscape, thinking.

Brooklyn Heights, New York City

Riley was startled when Bastien showed up at her door, but she couldn't say she was surprised. After everything that had happened, she had expected Liam to take extra precautions. 

"Your Majesty has sent a team of security personnel to protect you and young William." 

"Oh. I see.

"I apologize if it's an intrusion, but the King wants to ensure your safety and that of the Crown Prince.." 

"It's not an intrusion, and I appreciate the gesture. Thank you, Bas." 

What Riley wasn't expecting was the added security of Interpol.

Leo had also arranged for his Interpol contact, Damien Nazario, to oversee Riley and William's security when Liam has to return to Cordonia as an added precaution.

When Riley opened the door, she was greeted by a tall, muscular man with dark hair and a serious expression. 

"You must be Riley. I'm Damien Nazario. Your security detail." 

Cordonian Royal Palace

He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. He had a lot to discuss with Olivia, and he didn't have time to get lost in his thoughts. 

As Liam stepped off the plane, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had missed Cordonia, but there was a big part of him that wished he could have brought back Riley and William with him.

But it was too early for that.

Something felt off. 

As he entered the palace, he was greeted by a familiar face. 

"Your Majesty, it's good to see you," Olivia said, smiling. 

"Likewise, Olivia. Shall we head to my office?" 

"Of course." 

As they entered his office, Liam's eyes landed on a letter that had been placed on his desk. 

As they walked through the halls of the palace, Liam could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was a strange sensation, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. 

"What's this?" 

Olivia's eyes widened, "I have no idea. I didn't see anyone leave anything." 

Liam picked up the letter, and as he read its contents, his blood ran cold. 

"What is it, Liam?" 

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[ownworldresident]

Side by Side: Interlude

This piece is for @choicesflashfics Week #70 prompts! This section takes place shortly after Liam and Rayne's conversation in Chapter 7, which is a few days after his wedding to Madeleine... you guys know the drama drill haha.

Book: The Royal Romance Pairing: Liam Rys and Rayne (romantic) Themes: hurt/comfort, friendship, family, Maxwell being an excellent friend Words: 1827 (apologies, but I promise it's an easy read) Prompts used: Prompt 1 — “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” Prompt 3 — “How are you going to explain this/that?” Side by Side Masterlist (updated) here

I've included my Side by Side taglist for the interested folks, but you don't need to be up to date on that to follow the scenes. Side note I had wayyyy too much fun on Canva making this image.

Rayne didn't return to the palace with Liam. He stayed the night after their discussion, they reunited in more ways than one, and the next morning they began to discuss logistics.

“What are they expecting when you arrive home?” Rayne asked, elbows on the dining table either side of an empty breakfast plate.

“Except for Bastien, the palace and the press don't know that I'm here. They still believe I'm at the estate with Madeleine. They'll expect us to arrive together.”

“You can stay here until then, if you want.” said Maxwell, who had tactfully said nothing last night of why Liam was here but was keen to assist now. “Bertrand would be honoured.”

Rayne sipped her orange juice - no coffee for a while - and allowed Liam to respond to a question of which she knew the answer.

“Thank you, Maxwell, but they expect us this afternoon. I will reconvene with Madeleine and travel with her back to the palace.”

“So how are you going to explain this?” Maxwell cut to the elephant in the room. Rayne looked to Liam again. They had discussed how to play this but ultimately it was up to him.

“To be honest, I'm not sure yet. But I will discuss it with Madeleine, since she is open to compromise, and make a statement when the time is right.”

Maxwell nodded, and turned his attention to Rayne. “And you, blossom? are you returning as well?” He sounded a little forlorn at the prospect.

“I could,” Rayne said, glancing at Liam, “but as I discussed with Liam last night it might be better to lay low for a while.”

“It would give me the chance to lay the groundwork for your return.” Liam reached for one of her hands, taking it in both of his. The way he gently squeezed was enough to communicate how much he wanted her to be there with him. Rayne held his gaze, then looked to Maxwell.

“I was hoping I could stay here until then.”

Maxwell looked surprised, then smiled warmly. “Absolutely you can! We will have so much fun… we can go riding and to the sauna and for runs together and…” he paused at Rayne’s bemused smile, and continued a little sheepishly. “I mean we can relax and watch movies and go for reasonable length walks…”

“I would love all those things, Max.” Rayne grinned. “But maybe we can start with the movies and walks.”

“I'll contact your doctor,” Liam noted, “see if she could be persuaded to make a house call. Everything discreet, of course.” Rayne had seen this doctor a few times whilst in Cordonia at Liam's recommendation and approved of her.

“So this is all a secret for now then?” Maxwell queried.

“Yes,” Liam answered, squeezing Rayne's hand again and releasing her. “For now at least, this news doesn't leave this household.”

— —

The sky was overcast as Rayne and Maxwell left the Beaumont estate several weeks after the decision to stay. Nerves built inside her as they climbed into the back of the SUV sent to collect them and approached the open gates of the estate. The car was silent for a few minutes, and Rayne focused on the outlines of the trees and vines bordering the gravel road.

“I left a charger cable in my room.” Maxwell sighed. She turned to him.

“At home?”

“No, at the palace. I'm looking forward to getting it back.”

Rayne smiled, breaking some of the tension in her face. “Don't you have other chargers?”

He shrugged. “Technically yes, but this one's my favourite.” The words were followed by a wide grin that made her laugh.

“Glad you can finally get it back then,” she remarked fondly, and turned back to the window. It was starting to rain now, gently, but it was predicted to get heavier as they approached the city.

“I hope I have the same room…” Maxwell commented. As he had previously assured her they would have the same rooms, Rayne didn't respond, but thinking of the rooms inevitably led back to thoughts of Liam.

Her hand subconsciously moved to her belly, which now was aligned with her breasts. The last time the doctor had visited had been the most surprising, but made the most sense. At ten weeks, her baby should not be showing so much - but twins did.

Twins were not uncommon in Rayne's family, she'd had a twin sibling, but it didn't make the prospect any less terrifying. Having one life growing inside her for the first time was enough, but she was still reckoning with the idea of two.

A loose shirt and open coat would do little to hide the reality from prying eyes, so she was not looking forward to her hospital visit…

“Liam will be there.” Maxwell's voice cut through Rayne's reflections. She turned to him. “He will make sure everything goes smoothly. You'll be okay, blossom. No need to be stressed.” His eyes flitted to where her hand trembled against her belly as if in recognition of her nerves. She let her hand fall, and he reached for it.

“I know,” Rayne muttered. And she did, but it didn't take away all her anxiety.

Maxwell squeezed her hand to bring her focus back to him. “There is no benefit in worrying about would could happen or what people might think. You have a lot of good people to support you, my wonderful self included, and we will all make sure that you are safe and comfortable.”

Rayne felt tears prick her eyes, smiling at the unusual earnestness from her jovial friend. After a moment holding his gaze, she nodded.

“I know,” she said again, “thank you, Maxwell.”

“Any time.” He smiled, releasing her hand, and they fell into an easier quiet. Rain pattered on the roof and windows of the car, they exited the gravel drive onto a sealed road, and she reflected on the words he had used. Maxwell was more intelligent than he was given credit for, but he spoke in simpler sentiments.

“Liam told you to say that, didn't he?”

He frowned, the shrugged. “He suggested I be more openly supportive - me being so much a master of subtlety and all - but I didn't need to know how to comfort one of my best friends, particularly given I've technically spent more time with you over the years than his royalness.”

“True, very true,” Rayne conceded, hiding a smirk and turning back to the road. “Especially during the hard times. And more recently whilst I've been… well…”

“Finally appreciating the excellence of my company?” Maxwell finished for her.

“Sure.” Rayne turned back to his wide smile. “And hugs. I appreciate your hugs.”

Several instances passed through her mind of Maxwell holding her. As she wept; as she sat nauseous beside the toilet; as she fell into him barely able to breathe; as she expressed just how much her heart ached, how much she wished Liam were with her, and things had turned out differently…

Eventually Rayne fell into a restless doze. She imagined reuniting with Liam and it brought her comfort. He had visited, once, a few weeks before. She had tried to be composed through the hormonal shifts but he had found her mostly short tempered. She hadn't properly said goodbye. There were some things she regretted saying, and she imagined having to resolve some tension before even entering the palace. Her new home.

— —

“Rayne.” A voice broke through her reverie, and a nudge of her shoulder. “Rayne, are you awake?”

“Nng,” she responded, less coherent than intended. She tried again. “Yes.”

“Good.” It was Maxwell's voice. “We're almost there.”

Rayne registered the thick rain and slow movement of the car over more gravel and lifted her head to see out, wiping drool from her chin and sleep from her eyes. Her back and neck ached from the awkward angle and she resolved once again never to sleep in a car.

“You can finally get your phone charger cable,” she remarked, watching the palace as they approached. Maxwell laughed.

“My whole reason for accompanying you is complete!” The lightness in his voice made her smile, despite the growing nerves.

“I hope you can stay for a while though,” she said, “I'll miss your company.”

Maxwell reached for her hand again. “Don't worry blossom, I'll make sure you're all set up before leaving. And you know how to reach me after that.” He looked up past Rayne, then, and grinned. “Welcome home.”

Rayne turned to see the palace slide out of view past some tall hedges. Her palms were sweaty and her chest tight, then the hedges opened out to reveal a familiar figure waiting under cover by the entrance, and her heart leapt.

— —

Liam waited by the door with Drake and two of the palace staff, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet with an umbrella in hand as they watched the SUV approach. It moved so slowly, but the time was finally nearing when he would see her again, and see her every day from now on.

“Bit excited there, Li?” Drake teased from just behind him. It only made Liam smile wider. His heart thumped in his chest and he stood so close to the edge of the portico that some of the rain began to reach him.

“Absolutely,” Liam responded, unphased. The car was so close he thought he could make out Rayne’s face through the tinted glass. It pulled up alongside the palace, and he leapt into action with his now open umbrella. She always sat on the right side, so he opened that door just as she reached for the handle, and there she was.

“Liam,” she breathed, wide eyed as he met her gaze. How was she even more beautiful than he remembered?

“Welcome home, love,” he managed after a few moments, holding the umbrella above them both with his other hand out to help her up. As she stood, he breathed in her scent, and all the tension in his body and mind relaxed. “I missed you.”

Rayne looked up at him as he closed the car door behind her. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it again, and wrapped her arms around him for the first time in too long. He held her in the rain on the gravel driveway, holding the umbrella above them in one hand, heedless of the staff and friends moving around them.

“I missed you too,” Rayne mumbled into his chest, and held him tighter. Liam kept his touch gentle, not wanting to strain her, and after a while he pulled back and moved a loose curl away from her face. She sniffed, wiping her face with a coat sleeve, and started to apologise for her appearance. Liam shook his head to halt her.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he said, smiling softly, “there is nothing and no one else so perfect in this world.”

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[bagog]

N7 Month, 2023 - Day 16: Storm

A soft little go-nowhere fluff piece for Ryder and Gil

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It hadn’t been in Ryder’s plan to stop for long on Eos. A quick drop in with the Vault to ensure that everything was still running smoothly beneath the surface. But once they’d sat down in Prodromos, Vetra had gotten Kallo mixed up in some haptic interface optimizers one of the research scientists was working on, and so they stayed an extra few hours so those could be installed.

Of course there’d been a fire fight with the Kett on the way back from the Vault. Once they returned to the Tempest—and just as Vetra and Kallo had promised to be back aboard—Drack had gotten an urgent and private communique and had tracked off into the wastes, said he’d be back in four hours.

Then, of course, Liam decided—as long as they had the time—he could fiddle with the Nomad and finally install the stereo he’d first purchased back on the Nexus weeks ago. This still wasn’t done as Drack came back, armor scuffed and face blackened with soot, and so they waited.

Ryder was trying not to hover over Liam’s work, and had instead sat down by the big windows at the back of the ship, read a book, and watched the light on Eos go from burning bright, to a dusky orange.

“There you are,” Gil came up the stairs, gave Ryder a furtive grin. “I was looking at the weather report out of Prodromos. Looks like there’s going to be a big storm just skirting the edge of the mountains over there.”

“Hm,” Ryder didn’t pay it much attention, but warmly smiled at Gil as he sat down next to him. “A what? A storm?”

“Yeah, you know, kind Eos was famous for. Well, before the Pathfinder opened the Vault and made it livable again.” He looked at Ryder expectantly, but Scott only shrugged. “Do you want to go up on the ridge and watch the storm roll in with me?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Gil,” Scott gave a worried look at the falling sun. “Soon as Liam’s done in town, we’ve got to get back in space.”

“Please, Scott?” Gil leaned in, lifted an eyebrow. “Do this with me?”

Scott sighed.

Twenty minutes later, they were atop the ridge, the Tempest and Prodromos small and distant down below. As the sun set, the sandstorm blew across the horizon. It was a tendril of living black that seemed to flow parallel to the ground, its interior flashing sparks of blue and green as the static within churned. As it poured before the setting sun, it turned to gold along its edges, casting a shadow that came almost to the foot of the ridge they were sitting on. They sat comfortably, sprawled on the rocks, side by side. They listened to the faintest of distant thunder rumbles and the sound of the wind growing calm as it spread from the storm.

“This really is beautiful,” Scott said softly. He leaned his head on Gil’s shoulder. “It’s funny, when we first set down here, I hated the constant storms. All the time, destroying everything we were trying to build. I’ve never seen one like this.”

“Me either,” Gil put his arm around Scott and leaned back against a rock. “On Earth, I used to watch the storms go over the hills. Never seen a big sandstorm like this, though.”

Ryder looked down at his wrist, noticed the communication light on his omni-tool was blinking. Probably Kallo telling him they were finally ready to go. The sun sank below the horizon, its last rusted hues swallowed up by the storm, until it was dark and only the distant lightning gave any indication the storm was still there. But Scott could still feel it, static scintillating on the air. It made him hold Gil tight, breathe in the ozone and the faintest hint of Gil’s soap.

“Thanks,” Scott said at last. “This is… part of why I love you, honestly. Nights like this. Gives me perspective on things.”

“You’re welcome,” Gil chuckled, turning his face into the breeze from the south. “Honestly, I just wanted to watch the storm. I wanted to watch it with you, I mean,” In the dim light, Scott could barely see Gil’s eyes. “Share something else with the man I’m sharing my life with.”

Scott smiled. They had better be heading back, they could be in space in an hour, and back to the Nexus by tomorrow afternoon. But, with a sigh, he made up his mind that they would spend the night planet-side. He couldn’t explain why, something about perspective.

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[storyshark2005]

Fic Excerpt - Part IV of "Been and Gone" series. Katie G. and Noely G.

a brother and a sister talk about a brother and a sister

It’s two am and spitting rain. Noel bums a cigarette from Katie, leaning into the cup of her hands. She lights one for herself and the flame paints orange tiger stripes across the ridges of her cheekbones, smears shadows in the hollows of her bare eyelids.  

“So,” Katie puffs and tucks the lighter into her jacket pocket. She settles against a section of wall on the opposite side of the sliding door as Noel. “Divorce, right?”

Noel turns around to look back through the glass, and into the house. Debbie had managed consciousness long enough to finish her margarita, and then pulled Liam down to hibernate on the sofa. They’re there now, tangled together, Liam with his face tucked down to breathe into the soft part of her neck. 

He turns and shrugs back against the cold exterior, taking a drag on the cigarette. His shoulders drop slightly as the nicotine washes warmly over his brain. It helps steady his feet, a little. The last margarita, and another two tequila shots with Katie had really nudged him over the line and into oblivion. Which, at the moment, is quite nice.

“Debbie told you?”

Katie shakes her head. “Nah. I know the look.”

“Been through it yourself?” 

“Not exactly,” she shrugs, exhaling smoke. “We never married. But the split was fucking horrible. Had two kids with him.”

“You still see him?” 

“Yeah, a bit. We share the boys. They’re with him tonight.”

“What’s the arrangement?” 

“He used to only get them every other weekend, when they were little. I think we both sort of thought he couldn’t handle any more. But when Liam started touring, I’d leave ‘em for a week, sometimes longer. So the past couple of years it’s been pretty even. We both live near their school, so that makes it a lot easier.”

“How old are they?” 

She sticks her cigarette between her teeth and holds up her hands. 

“Phoenix is nine,” she wiggles her right hand, where a ‘P’ and a ‘B’ are tattooed on her pinky and ring fingers. She’s got a matching set on the left, the letters ‘C’ and ‘G’. “And Cassius is six.”

“Nine and six, what an age.” Noel muses. He thinks of nine year old Donovan tromping around the back garden in Little Venice, trying to catch lizards. Sonny at age six, living up to his namesake with his soft round tummy and infectious giggles. “Mine are three years apart, too.” 

“Yeah?” Katie grins. “How old now? You said the one who plays guitar was...”

Noel nods, mirroring her smile. “Sonny, my youngest. He’s 12 in October. And Donovan’s 15 next month. Day after Liam’s birthday, actually.” 

Katie hums, blowing smoke up to the sky. “They’ve not met Liam yet, right?” 

He nods, the weight of everything starting to come back down.

She studies him side-long, one eyebrow raised. “Well. If you need a letter of reference, I can tell you he’s incredible with my boys. They adore him.”

She pulls in a long breath of fresh air, letting her cigarette burn down at her hip. 

“Always has time for them. Never treats them like an annoyance. A lot of people treat kids like that, like an inconvenience. But he never does, never has. They were family straight away.”

Noel drops his cigarette to the ground, stamps it out. He suddenly has no stomach for it. Knows that he’s going to regret the ashy aftertaste in the morning. 

He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, thinking about coming home after tour when Anais was little. Months at a time, and sometimes it was like coming home to a whole new little person, an inch taller and new words and interests and new little personality quirks. Noel was almost afraid to touch her, in those early days. Like he’d somehow do it wrong, break her, or hurt her. But then Liam would come over with kisses and tickles and grab her up and roughhouse with her in a way Noel could never dare. And her little face would light up, and Noel would think that. That is the way a father should touch his child.

“So,” he clears his throat. “Why didn’t it work out? With you and your boys’ father.”

She tilts her head side to side. “It was a lot of things. But mostly he didn’t like Debbie.”

Noel laughs, because it sounds like a joke. “What, seriously?”

“I mean they got on alright, I guess. But it was never comfortable, if you know what I mean. It wasn’t fun, the three of us hanging out. And I could tell that he resented the time I spent with her.”

Noel thinks about Patsy’s sullen glare whenever he would come round. Or Meg’s wine-heavy voice on a Sunday morning, ‘What, Liam’s comin’ over? Why?’ 

Katie huffs, shaking her head. “He didn’t like that he didn’t come first. He wanted to be the most important person in my life. Which is probably fair enough, for most relationships.” 

She takes another drag, getting down close to the filter.

“But,” she croaks, exhales. “When you’re like the two of us. You know that whoever you’re with-- doesn’t matter you love him, doesn’t matter he’s the father of your kids-- he’ll never be your number one.

“He would always ask me questions like, ‘If me and your Debbie were drowning and you could only save one of us, who would you save?’ I’d tell him I could never choose, but that was a lie. And I think he could tell. And it just sort of drove us apart, bit by bit.

“And then I’d be doing it, playing the little game with myself: ‘If it was the end of the world and the sirens go off, who are you getting in the car to run to? Who are you going to spend your last hours with?’ And it was such an easy answer. Her, every time. Never any question. He never had a chance with me.” 

Noel watches her, the little spark dancing in her eyes, the little comma curve at the corner of her mouth. The glow under her skin that might have been from the fairy lights strung overhead, but might have been coming from somewhere deeper.

“But Liam’s got a chance with Debbie?” he asks, shrugging deeper into his jacket.

“Liam understands.” She tosses her cigarette down and puts it out under her heel. 

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one direction: no man left behind

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[starshipsofstarlord]

I Miss Him

Pairings | Liam Dunbar x reader. Past Brett Talbot x reader.

Summary | previously, you had dated Brett, a while before you and Liam began to kick it together. But now he’s dead, and you can’t help but mourn for your ex boyfriend, he was not only that to you, but also a good friend.

Warnings | mentions of death, mourning, loss, angst

Requested ✖️

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The hunters were out of control, acting out of fear, taking innocent lives, all because they thought that it would ensure their safety. To their mortal dismay however, they did not acknowledge that there was something more intricate at play, twisting their wills, and bending them to its deadly whim.

But they didn’t know the first thing about supernatural species, in fact, you were a lot like them. You loved, and endured loss, the pain of such a thievery almost breaking your heart.

Liam felt guilty, from where he sat in class, watching you. He could sense you wanted to rip Gabe’s throat out for his loyalty to Monroe. He too had that desire, but upon Scott’s orders, and against his impulsive wishes, he remained silent, and tried to blend in.

But he was well aware, since that night, all eyes were on him, piercing him with their scared and revolted judgement. They had seen a truth that they had not been prepared for, and the idea of creatures that stalked and preyed under the moonlight, walking around in human skin, terrified all of them.

It was her fault that Lorrie and Brett were killed, she was going to pay. Your claws gouged the underneath of your desk, lightly picking away the wood with ease.

To say you were infuriated was understatement. Every possible emotion burdened you, and it made you feel utterly heart broke. Brett Talbot had been your first love, and whilst the two of you had eventually broken up, things ended pm good terms.

The image of his body, covered by Lori’s surrendered one haunted you. If you hadn’t tried to keep up with the chase, and not ended the new hunters, you’d mistake yourself for suffering from symptoms to poisoning too.

“He’s a monster.” The words met your ears, and that voice belonged to the murderer that you knew to be Gabe. “Dunbar is going to be next, we just need to expose him first.”

Your eyes rapidly fluttered around the room, inspecting every corner with your hyperactive sight. Liam was their new target, and it brought a burning wrench within your gut, one of which you tried to control.

For now, it was all talk. But that said, the humans would eventually take action to strike, and you’d be damned if you lost another loved one; especially Liam.

The lacrosse players exited the coach, carrying their tactical bags, as you absentmindedly trailed behind them, smiling up at Brett as he stood tall among the herd. Breathing in the fresh air, you reeled your mind blank for a moment, until you heard disruptive chatter, that sounded like it was going south.

Once you returned to your conscious senses, you saw your boyfriend talking down to a shorter boy, who wore an unimpressed expression. It was Liam Dunbar, the by that had moved to this school after his anger problems had gotten out of hand - literally.

Holding your head high, you walked over to the small group of players that had gathered,and were demeaning the blonde. Calling out Brett’s name he slowly turned towards you, his brow firmly raised. He hardly moved your intent for interrupting his latent and distressed discussion, and so you grabbed his elbow, pulling him away.

Before walking away with your long legged partner, you sent Liam a calm smile, only to end up dragging the werewolf towards the back of the bus, leaving Liam’s new friends in a state of relief. A cocky smile forged onto his face, as he trapped you against the weight carrying vehicle, leaning down so that his tender and luscious lips were fanning air upon your own.

“Did someone get all hot and bothered seeing me put Dunbar in his place?” He snickered, and whilst you usually adored his humour, now was not the time nor place for it predominant presence. At his usual self and words, you contained an infatuated grin, up keeping your stern expression towards him.

“You are here to play lacrosse, not tick off Liam.” You reminded him, swatting his face away as he tried to apologetically peck you. “No Brett, you can sense it too. The change practically reeks off him,he’s one of us.”

“It’s all fun and games.” He tried to reason, but you weren’t having it. And so you crossed your arms over the other upon your chest, harmlessly glaring up at him.

“When you’re n that position, it isn’t. It’s something you need experienced, you were born a wolf, a lot of us weren’t. And let me tell you, when the first first begins to make you into something else, it didn’t easy. So cut Liam some slack, would you? For me?”

A light scoff exited Brett’s mouth, but eventually, with the aid of your prone flowering, he gave in, tipping his head back, and groaning. “You bring out the best in me, and as much as i love t, at times it can be a pain in the ass.”

“Well,” you began, warmly squinting your eyes at the boy. “I’m your pain in the ass. And I’d say you have quite a nice ass.” You smirked.

“You always know what to say to pull me back.” He moved closer and this time you allowed him to close the space between you. In fact, you relished in it, falling deeper for the Devenford Prep student, with every word that the pair of you exchanged.

A deep breath caused you to falter your staring into nothingness. As you looked to the side, you noticed Liam knelt beside you, clasping your face. And that was when you realised that class must have been over, for the room was entirely empty.

“Hey, you good gorgeous?” Liam asked, cradling your jaw as though it would break under your touch. He was admittedly worried, you didn’t have the best record for controlling the inner animal. During class,he thought he may have needed to stop you from killing Gabe.

To everyone’s luck, that wasn’t necessary, and everyone was still alive... or, at least, almost everyone was. It would merely be a matter of time until Gerard got the war that he wanted, it clearly had already began.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand. It was one of the few things that could bring you any kind of calm and steadiness in these dire times.

“How’d you stop yourself?” He also had troubles with control, the conflict of his inner nature and his inwards anger had never been friends. Slowly, you licked your lips, as you scrambled for the answer, unaware that it had been right in front of you all this time.

“Brett, he’s- or at least, the memory of him - is my anchor.” You tried to explain, a furrow on your face as the mere mention of the boy, and the thought of him alongside his dear sister set you into ample mourning. Instead of saying anything more, Liam pulled your head down to curl against his shoulder, him sharing your pan and loss.

#liam dunbar x reader #brett talbot x reader #liam dunbar x you #brett imagine #brett x reader #brett talbot oneshot #liam dunbar oneshot #liam dunbar fanfic #liam dunbar x y/n #liam dunbar x oc #brett talbot x yn #imagines #imagine #xreader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #teen wolf fandom #teenwolf #liam dunbar fanfiction #brett talbot imagine

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look all I'm saying is........

Scott had his brow furrowed, his arms folded tightly over his chest, and his eyes shooting daggers into the new piece of evidence Liam held in his hands.

"So?" Liam asked him, his tone impatient. However, it wasn't frustration or anger, but worry and fear that coated his words.

"I'm at a loss, Liam. I- we can't do this on our own anymore. We need help. We.... I can't believe I'm saying this but we need our pack."

Liam rolled his eyes, shoving the piece of evidence back into his jacket pocket. "Well duh. No offense Scott but that was pretty obvious by the first week."

Scott's one quizzical brow tweaked up on his forehead, the other one staying low with his eye. "It was?"

Liam scoffed, shaking his head at his alpha in disbelief. "Uh yeah, it was. Don't worry about it, I already called in back up. They should be here by the hour."

Scott's arms unfolded around his chest and his hands fell to the counter of the animal clinic. His brows were low, his fingers sprawled out on the counter top and his mind racing. "You called Theo and Mason in for help?"

Liam face winced, his shoulders scrunching up to his ears as he said, "Well, not exactly. I called who I knew, if anyone, they could figure out this bizarre mystery way before us or the cops could."

The corners of Scott's mouth started to turn up, his eyes bright and wide now. He was looking out the window, the sight of an old beat up baby blue jeep trudging its way to a parking spot of the clinic. "No way - how did you-?" Scott was grinning now.

Liam shrugged again, poorly hiding away his beaming face in return. "I thought I might've had to do a lot of begging, and a lot of bugging. Turns out, they've been itching to-"

Before Liam could finish his sentence, the jeep was parked and Scott was rushing out the door. The doors of the jeep swung open in unison and Scott laughed out of pure joy at the sight of his best friend jumping out of the driver door.

Stiles Stilinski himself was grinning from ear to ear at Scott as he said, "Oh hey, sorry to sound so weird but uh- is this the clinic of a Dr. Scott McCall?"

Scott just ran to him, practically knocking him over with a huge, full force embrace. Stiles hugged him back just as big and just as enthusiastically. There was clapping of backs and laughing and the unspoken tears of a long needed reunion.

It wasn't until a distinct voice made a sound he knew all too well, like they were clearing their throat but it was purely the intention to gain attention from someone annoyingly ignoring them. Scott pulled back from Stiles to see Lydia Martin standing there, finger ticking on her bicep and her eyes narrowed and scrutinizing.

"Oh my god, Lyds!" Scott was hugging her now just as warmly. "God I've missed you guys."

"Well, lucky for you," Stiles clapped Scott's shoulder and gave him an oddly specific look. "We're your new friendly neighborhood... neighbors." He winked, and he should have known that that face was one prepping for a wink.

Scott's expression scrunched up, confusion written all over it. "Wait wait, Liam said he called you guys in for help - he didn't say anything about-"

"We've decided to move back to Beacon Hills." Lydia said calmly, like a professional woman with the ability to maintain emotions on a professional level.

He looked at Stiles, and Stiles looked like he might throw up. "God knows why." He got a glare from Lydia, which made Stiles finish with, "No offense, buddy. If it wasn't Beacon Hills I would've moved back here years ago for you."

"You guys are serious?" Scott looked at the two, searching their faces for any sign of a lie. He knew it was silly, but last time he asked Stiles about moving back here he got an hour long speech about the amount of money he owes to therapy and how his therapist doesn't even know about the whole him dying twice part. After he realized they were 100% serious, he simply asked: "Why?"

Stiles just laughed, and Lydia explained that she was getting banshee visions about Beacon Hills. She and Stiles were needed here, it was literally calling to her, and Stiles' dad was retiring and asked Stiles if he ever wanted to take his place as a joke. But Stiles realized he actually wanted to. So, here they were.

"Surprise." Stiles waved his hands unenthused and smirked at him. "Happy birthday."

Scott frowned, "It's not my birthday."

"No, but it was." He said with complete confidence.

"Like six months ago. Stiles you literally called me that day, the first thing you told me was how you hadn't got me anything yet."

"And here we are, six months later with the best birthday present of all." Stiles gestured around and then back at Scott. "Me. Here. Best friends and brothers back to take on the world together again!"

Lydia looked at the two idiots and rolled her eyes, however she was still smiling. "Okay, well while you two take on the world together, I'm going to go see this new piece of a clue Liam went on about over the phone."

"You're not gonna like it." Scott sighed deeply, his shoulders sinking in a little. They made their way into the clinic anyway, said their hellos to Liam again, and now they all stood staring down at the piece of metal Liam picked from his pocket and placed at the center of the counter.

Lydia hardly blinked, instead she stared at it with a vengence as she twirled her engagement ring around and around her ring finger.

Stiles on the other hand blinked rapidly, his hands going from his hips to his hair to his face, all the way back to propping up on his hips in a thinking stance.

Scott looked at the two, and after studying their reactions and sensing their emotions he asked, "So?"

"That's," Stiles was pointing now, his eyes wide. "Am I right to think that that's-?"

"Allison's arrow head." Lydia finished for him.

Stiles groaned, taking a step back to say, "This welcome back party sucks."

"Lydia," Scott leaned in some, his brow low again. "Did you know?"

"Know what? That Allison Argent might be back from the dead?" She crossed her arms indignantly and sighed. "I had my suspicions that something big was happening. This, however, was not something I ever thought possible. I can sense when someone's about to die - not when they come back from the dead."

Liam spoke up to say, "Evidence is pointing to her for everything so far. It doesn't make any sense. The cops are calling it staged, DNA found at the scenes, finger prints."

"Whoa whoa, let's rewind a little." Stiles said, rolling his fingers in a gesture of backing up. "Let's pretend for a moment here that Allison Argent coming back from the dead is not a shit ton of weird as it is, alright? What do you mean about everything so far?"

Stiles was chewing at his thumb nail as he announced, "Fuck I hate this town."

"Well, all the missing people cases, and the werewolf massacres." Liam said it so casually, Stiles had to fully process what he said as bad.

"This arrow head is an exact replica of Allison's," Scott stated, all of them staring at it like it was a ghost. "She was the only one to ever make them like this - her dad said it himself. These are custom made Argent arrows."

"What can I say?" Scott met their eyes and tried to force a smile at the two people who really mean so, so much to him. He really truly was glad they were back. "Welcome home."

#teen wolf movie #but like stydia comimg back to beacon hills #and scott trying not to cry over it because god he missed his friends #i know no one asked for it but its like 3 am and i can't aleep so #teen wolf fic #kinda #i just want a sciles reunion #and i really want Allison back from the dead

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“A Heartfelt Meal„

William J. Moriarty x GN!Reader

╰┈⪼ ୨ Finally reunited with you after three years of William's dissapearance, the two of you share a meal; evoking a flurry of emotions & vulnerability from his side. ୧

╰┈⪼ ୨ Fluff + angst I guess + divider by bunnysrph ୧

The walls were adorned with memories of the two in the form of framed photographs; capturing cherished moments that had been put on pause for three consecutive years since William's initial dissapearance.

You'd never expect to bring your lost love back home — especially not alive. You were half certain that the next time you would finally, finally be able to hold his body was when you'd find him dead; limp, cold and lifeless.

Every single day during these three years, your hopes of William's survival had began to flicker and dim to almost nothingness.

And yet, this afternoon he sat right across you, watching you as you finished cooking in silence. His eyes would occasionally travel to different areas of the dining room and to your facial features — wondering what changes occured after his fall at the Tower Bridge.

You'd been rambling on and on about all kinds of topic for some time now. William listened to you in patience, nodding his head with your words. He reaches over and strokes his thumb over your upper lip, wiping away at the foam of coffee you were just drinking.

“You've grown.. inexperienced in feeling at homely ease, (Name)” He says slowly. “You don't need to go on and on just to fill the silence at the table.”

It was awkward - suddenly meeting after three years and you didn't want to make things uncomfortable for William, which is why you'd resorted to babbling all kinds of nonsense in the first place. You clear your throat, looking away in embarassment.

“Sorry.” You mumble.

He laughs warmly, shaking his head in response. “No, no. You needn't apologise.”

William inhales deeply as you set a plate down for the each of you, the tantalising smell of a homely cooked meal wafting through the air.

“That smells good.” He compliments you.

You give him a small grin, seeming proud of yourself. “Really? Thank you. I tried.”

You rest your elbow on the table, placing your chin on the palm. Your fingertips tap lazily on your cheekbone as you watch William.

“Go on, Liam.” You say, smiling. “Dig in.”

“And you won't?” He asks slowly, picking up his cutlery. He raises an curious eyebrow as he gazes back at you, looking over your face.

“I will, but I want you to tell me how it tastes first.”

He hums softly. “Alright, then.”

You watch as he puts a spoonful of the meal you cooked for the two of you into his mouth. As the taste envelopes him, William's eyes widen and he sets down his utensils.

Complete silence fills the room as he looks down at the table, his expression a mix of surprise and overwhelming emotions.

Your own eyes widen in shock as you watch a droplet of tear fall down onto his plate. You jolt up from your chair in a flurry of panic.

“William?! Oh my god, did I mess up the seasoning? Too spicy? Too salty? I was trying a new recipe and I thought it was- I thought I could hit it off. I'm so, so sorry! Hold on, I'll get you a glass of water, just-”

You immediately begin to make your way to the water dispenser to get a glass for him when he grabs you by the wrist. You stiffen.

“No. Wait, I.. ” He pauses. Sniffs and wipes away at his teary eyes with his sleeve. Slowly, you turn to look back at William. His eyes continue to remain fixed at the table smoothed over with countless conversations and shared meals from the past. “Stay.”

“I'm sorry if I'm crying.” He says, tone of voice brittle. He laughs wryly and exhales shakily.

“It's just-” He lifts his head, looking at you with wet, glassy eyes. “I haven't had anyone cook me a meal in a long time.” His hand dives into his pocket to retrieve a handkerchief which he uses to gently dab at his eyes.

“Liam..” You mutter softly, feeling a pang of sympathy grow in your heart for him.

Your heart ached at the sight, feeling the weight of those three years of his absence and longing. Without a word, you pull William into a tight embrace, creating a haven where the world outside ceased to exist.

“It's just been a while, you know?” He murmurs, eyelids closed as he buries his face into your shoulder. Tears cascaded down William's cheeks, his vulnerability laid bare in that single moment. “I missed this..so much.”

Your hold around him tightens, pulling him closer - further into you. “I missed taking care of you.” You whisper, stroking his soft blond hair. “But you're here now and neither of us are going to feel that way ever again.”

#william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty x you #FUCK #this was better in my head #RAAHHH #fluff? #slight angst idk #moriarty the patriot x reader

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The Longest Evening -Mafia!Leo x Isabella (Mafia AU)

Synopsis: The night of the Portavira job, can Leo trust Neville and are the Via Imperii closing in on him?

Ps… can you tell I have finished up work for t he holidays and the kids are still in crèche? 🙈🤌

Chapter 1: Love At A Distance

Tag list: @lorirwritesfanfic @drakewalkerfantasy @kimmiedoo5 @kingliam2019 @rafasgirl23415 @lorircreates @secretaryunpaid @texaskitten30

TW: Violence, blood, guns, drug abuse, swearing

In the lead up to the Portavira job, Leo found himself once again with the echelons of society in the Cordonian Capital. Normally the events calendar for a Crime Lord was pretty slim pickings but for Leo, not so much. Like the social butterfly he is, Leo was always up for a party - living it up to impress the crowd. Drinking and smoking were the norm with a few little presents also delivered by Santa’s little elves outside of plain sight.

With a chuckle, Leo gave Kiera and Penelope a hug, passing them a very discreet note. “Happy Holidays!” He grinned, “You two must have been on the good list, came straight from the North Pole…” bringing a faint blush to their cheeks. “Merci beaucoup!” Kiara exclaimed before she reached out to take Penelope’s hand - both of them disappearing into the next drawing room giggling. Many Noble’s and ex-Noble’s in the Cordonian Court were known to have a little sniff or two, dabbling in recreational illicit substances. What the Via Imperii turned a blind eye to wasn’t Leo’s problem and it was easier to supply those who he knew their egos and personas meant more to them than supplying to the general public. They kept his dealings quiet with the understanding that Leo returned the favour. Tonight’s mixer was being held at Ana De Luca’s mansion a perfect blend of high society and celebrity to be papped and somewhere that the newly Crowned Queen Lena would not entertain.

“There you are beautiful…” Leo’s tall, broad, strong frame stood behind Isabella with a warm smile - offering the Crown Princess a glass of champagne. Tonight was a night he could allow Isabella to have a little more freedom as Leo’s men were silently on guard, watching the Crown Princess’ every move. His now free hand circled her waist protectively as he joined in the conversation, “Duke… it’s good to see you, last time I saw you - you kicked my Father’s ass at golf…” as both men chuckled, Leo began to grin as he shook his head gently from side to side, “The look on his face when he realised…” but Leo was interrupted mid sentence, “Excuse me Sir…” Leo turned to find a young blonde, taking photos of the guests signalling if he and Isabella would like a picture taken. “Of course…” Leo whispered to Isabella, they both smiled warmly to the camera before Leo placed his lips upon the top of her head, holding her close once more. “Thank you…” the young lady muttered before running off taking photos of the other guests. Pictures were a great asset for an alibi and hell didn’t Leo know it. With the new Police Chief under the Via Imperii’s influence, he needed to stay one step ahead of the game.

“Leo…” Drake walked up to him, leaning in as he whispered, “The consignments have arrived, we need to scale back…” Leo quietly nodded in agreement before his sea green eyes rolled to the left towards Liam who was stationed towards the bar, “Get Isabella home… I’ll follow, meet me at Valtoria…” Leo kissed the Laurentian beauty on the cheek before whispering to her, his strong hands placed delicately on her exposed shoulders, “I need you to listen to me kitten… I need you to go with Drake ok?” Isabella turned her head gently to the right, her dark chocolate brown eyes looking up at him, her long lashes fluttering, “Ok…” she muttered before Leo’s lips kissed the top of her head. “I’ll see you later…” he smiled warmly towards her before watching the petite brunette sashay across the room to safety with his brother. Pulling on the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, Leo put on his signature smile as he watched his men fall out. Tonight was a big night for them but Leo knew with the Police Chief just stumbling into the De Luca party, something was a little off.

Leo’s eyes narrowed immediately as the Police Chief made a beeline for Isabella as she was being escorted out of the party by Drake. “Crown Princess…” he shouted towards her, “I have some questions for you!” Isabella turned on her Louboutin heel, “¿Sí Señor?” her dark brow raised as the Chief began to speak, “Why has there been an International missing persons report filed on you in the last week but all of a sudden you’ve been pictured out and about with Leo Rys and his associates?” Drake began to provide his counsel, “Back off Chief…Sánchez… you don’t have to answer…” but the Laurentian beauty nodded, “I believe that it’s a misunderstanding. My ex-fiancé feels aggravated that we have parted under unfavourable circumstances… I don’t believe there is anything to investigate here…” Drake’s eyes met Leo’s as he began to chuckle, “I thought this was an invitation only event… good to see you… I didn’t think a Noble event would have been your scene…” as the former Crown Prince extended his hand with a smile to the newly appointed Police Chief.

The Chief raised his brow at Leo’s gesture, cautiously accepting his hand, “Well…” he began to clear his throat, “Mr. Rys… there’s a few things currently not adding up here in the Kingdom and I can assure you… that I along with the Via Imperii will find out what is going on…” Leo carefully rested his hand on the bottom of Isabella’s back, “I sure hope you do Chief…” as he began to grin mischievously, “We gotta keep the Kingdom safe at all costs…” as Leo began to escort Isabella towards the exit he looked over his shoulder and as of he was almost taunting, “Anything…” he placed his left hand onto his chest, “And I mean anything I can do Chief to make sure the streets are safe, please let me know…” The Police Chief pursed his lips, his teeth gritted angrily at Leo’s display of insincerity. “I’ll get you Rys… mark my fucking words…” he mumbled as he watched the sandy haired Cordonian disappear into the night, bundled into the back of an Aston Martin Ghost. “You did so good doll, you’re my best girl…” Isabella smiled as she felt Leo’s lips press against her cheek. On the drive back to the Valtorian Estate, Leo kept whispering little praises to her, reminding the petite brunette that she was his one and only.

“We gotta go to Portavira now!” Liam barked as soon as Drake, Leo and Isabella stepped out of the vehicle, revving the engine of the Cadillac Escalade. “Go inside kitten, I’ll be back soon…” Leo’s sea green eyes met the Laurentian beauty’s. She could see that he was worried and nodded in agreement. Within seconds, Liam began to rally down the driveway, back onto the road heading west towards the ports. “Is Vancouer already there?” Drake questioned with Liam letting out an evil chuckle to himself, “He’s been signing in the inventory all night…” Leo’s interest was piqued when Liam mentioned that Neville was there all night, “Wait… Vancoeur‘s been there all night? Who was watching him?” Drake sat silent as Liam replied, “It’s been Maxwell and Bertrand with him all night… he thinks it’s a box ticking exercise to practice for the big shipment next week…” Leo nodded, “Let’s just keep our distance boys… let Vancoeur and the Beaumont’s deal with the containers… confirm the shipment and get out of there…”

Upon arriving at the docks, Leo began to smile, clasping his hands together, “Hello boys…” he happily chanted, “Looks like we have our Christmas presents coming in a little earlier than expected…” looking around, he saw the trucks waiting to be loaded, “Vancoeur, we near done here?” Neville began to nod, “Yes boss… all consignments are heading to Valtoria now…” Liam shot a look to Leo immediately and Drake muttered through gritted teeth, “What the fuck?!” Leo took a few steps forward, his nostrils flaring as he barked at Neville, “You little spineless fucker! Why the fuck is it going to Valtoria?” ripping the paperwork from Neville’s hands, “It’s supposed to go to Lythikos! How many trucks have left?!” Neville looked genuinely stunned as Leo shouted again, “How many?!” His voice began to tremble, “Two…” Leo shut his eyes, shaking his head from side to side as Liam and Drake darted to try to contact the on route trucks. “Bertrand!” Leo bellowed loudly, “Fucking deal with this now!” They needed to make sure they got the trucks turned around before they were intercepted by the Police. Each consignment had a hidden concealment of ammunition and artillery - enough to weaponise a small army against the Via Imperii. Leo needed to make sure that it reached a safe house.

“Drake…” Leo spoke quietly, “Where are we with the rogue consignments?” Drake pulled the phone from his ear, “Vancoeur gave the order…” his onyx eyes rolled to a Neville currently being restrained by Bertrand and Maxwell, “Told em to reroute…” Leo nodded, “Ok… tell them to reroute to the Cormery Isle, if they are being tracked - that bastard can rot for it, dump the rounds and get back asap! Move everything else to Fydelia…” Drake nodded. The likelihood that the trucks heading to Valtoria were being followed wasn’t new but Leo was going to ensure that Neville paid for his useless attempt at subterfuge. He knew that snivelling, useless, poor excuse for a human being would stab him in the back and now, Neville Vancoeur, previously the Earl of the Comery Isle would pay. “Woah… big guy…” Drake leaned in as Leo reached into his long woollen coat, “We don’t have to-“ but Leo’s temper took over. Gritting his teeth and with a few turns of his wrist to add the silencer, Leo pointed his gun towards Neville, “I’m doing what I fucking should have done the first time that fucking slime ball disrespected me…” Pulling the trigger, barely a sound was made until the bullet met its target and ricocheted against a metal container. The former Crown Prince waited momentarily, he didn’t blink but rather stared down Neville’s dying body until he was no more and could only mutter, “Get it cleaned up…” Leo needed to make sure that Landon and Emmeline didn’t get wind of this considering her connections. It was seriously bad timing but he had to do what he thought best.

On the way back to the Valtorian Estate, the drive back was silent the only sounds came from the rain beating against the windscreen and the tyres splashing in the puddles that had formed - all three men completely preoccupied with their thoughts. Drake navigated the dark country roads, Liam in the passenger seat whilst Leo sat in the back massaging his temple. He took a deep breath hoping that tonight was now the least of his worries but he couldn’t be certain. Since the cargo was successfully re-routed to Fydelia as a substitute, their hands were essentially clean on that front but Neville’s demise could bring more of a pain than the whole operation itself. The Crime Lord wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed to whomever would listen that Bertrand could handle the clean up operation and all he wanted to do was put his head down onto a pillow and sleep but that wasn’t an easy feat either. It had felt like this night would never end. Walking into his suite, he found suitcases packed and a very angry Isabella standing with her arms folded. Leo raised his brow as she began to berate him, “What the fuck Leo?!” The petite brunette barked, “Don’t you dare bring me into this!” before pulling the suitcases behind her ready to leave but the former Crown Prince stepped sideways blocking her exit. With his cheeks sucked in and stern expression he finally spoke, “Going somewhere kitten?”

#choices #the royal romance #leo x isabella #playchoices #choices fanfiction #prince leo #choices the royal romance #tw: drugs #tw: violence #tw: gun violence

[thran-duils]

Doll Me Up (P.3)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2,963 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior

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Tony had left Y/N back at home after leaving the beach. He made sure she was settled back at his mansion, after he had had his face settled between her thighs that is. That was a surefire way to get her to relax and he cherished the taste of her on his tongue, inhaling the scent of her. It had done the trick well enough, and he had encouraged her to take a warm bath. She was confused at where he had to go at the hour, but he had assured her it would not take long, and he would be back before she knew it. She was rattled, he could tell, about the whole ordeal at the boardwalk. But she was acting tough, and he had to admire her resiliency. It was going to make her a good wife and hopefully mother in the future.

The tunnel he was walking down was dank and had an off smell about it. What he had ordered could not happen on his property, so this was the next best bet. It was secluded, in a seedy part of the city. Cops were around but they were preoccupied with things above ground.

He was met outside the room by Happy who had arrived before him. “It’s all ready, boss.”

“Good,” Tony clipped. “I’m assuming we have a dumpsite already?”

“That’s taken care of.”

Tony patted Happy’s cheek. “I can always count on you.”

He strode past him into the room, the smile falling from his face at the sight. The two men his guards had caught were chained up to the wall. The guys had already been beaten by his men, their faces dripping blood, deep bruises along their abdomens. But they had been kept conscious according to Tony’s instructions. He wanted to deliver the final blows himself personally. Anyone who tried to dare lay hands on Y/N, whisk her away from him… he had bloodthirst on his mind.

“Remember me?” Tony asked sarcastically, taking off his jacket, tossing it towards one of his men who caught it before it could fall to the ground.

The men were blabbering, eyes swollen, lips swollen. They just wanted it to end. Tony snickered at the thought. He had an array of tools at his disposal to make sure this would last longer and draw the pain out for them.

At the end of it, when their hearts had finally stopped, he looked all the look of a serial killer. His t-shirt was blotted with blood, a wicked smile at seeing the work he had done on them, still hearing their pained screams. His fists were bloody. He never touched people like this but since it was for her…

She would no doubt notice and fawn over it. Win-win situation for him.

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Y/N swam over to Tony at the edge of the pool where he was reclining in a chair. He was watching her closely, thinking of how she had almost been taken from him a week ago and the thought made his stomach twist. He needed to protect her always, keep her safe for not only herself but him.

She pulled herself up enough out to rest on her elbows, her feet kicking below the water. He liked the suit she had chosen; it flattered her. Not that much did not flatter her. He would be hard pressed to find anything that would make her unattractive to him.

She pouted, “Are you sure you’re not going to come in?”

Tony stuck out his bottom lip, mocking her. “No, baby.”

“But why not?”

“Because I like watching you.”

Her smile was all flavors of seductive, “I thought you liked touching me.”

“Cheeky,” Tony chuckled, and she shrugged, looking proud of herself. He brought his vodka to his lips, taking a long swig.

“I was thinking…” she said catching his attention again. “We could have some fun. If you came to sit on the side of the pool…”

Tony chuckled again at her insinuation, his mind picturing her perfect lips around the head of his dick. “Are you insatiable?” She began removing her top and he held out his hand, laughing. “Y/N, darling. Rhodey should be here any moment.” She pouted again, hesitating. “As much as I would love that… those goods are for me, hmm?”

“Always,” she returned, straightening herself back out. She whined, “But why are you always having to work?”

“It’s not always. Don’t be overdramatic, kitten.”

“I can’t help it,” she grumbled.

Tony pushed his sunglasses down, peering at her over the top of them. “I’ll make it up to you. I bought a new toy.” She brightened at that and he grinned in response. “It’s sure to keep things fresh. Plus… I do owe you a night out, don’t I? Let’s make a date out of it.”

“Saddle Peak Lodge?” Tony’s brow furrowed and she shrugged. “I got bored, and I was looking at food places around here.”

“Sure. Whatever you want,” Tony said sincerely, taking another drink.

A song came on and she immediately smiled mischievously at him. “Oh, look, it’s our song.”

“Our song?” Tony asked, his lips upturned in a smirk.

She nodded.

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

“I’m even swimming and you’re watching,” she said, biting her bottom lip before pushing away from the side. She drug her eyes away from him before diving back underneath the water. Tony’s eyes followed her through the water, listening to the lyrics of the song she had deemed theirs. He would chase her all over town, that was for sure.

<><><>

On Tony’s laptop, Y/N’s location of her phone popped up. He saw it was in The Flats and his teeth gritted as he realized where she was.

“That’s Liam’s place,” Tony said out loud, in disbelief.

Liam had been her friend first, even though he was Tony’s employee. Liam was one of the guards at the escort service. And he was one of the highest paid of Tony’s employees there. He was good at what he did and also helped Tony dole out physical prowess on special assignments that needed it. But he had an admittedly soft spot for the girls in the service, Y/N especially when she was still working there. He had seen it himself, Liam making sure she was comfortable and giving her attention. It had made him jealous at first but when he realized Y/N had no interest in him, he had brushed it off. She was oblivious to his adoration, something Tony had actually found amusing when he realized it.

The fact she had decided to hole up with him and that Liam had actually agreed to it… Tony felt a huge flame of betrayal. He had treated Liam well, had he not? Why this backstabbing when it was clear as day Y/N was doing something wrong?

Happy asked from the front seat, “What did you say?”

Tony snapped, closing his laptop roughly, “She’s at Liam’s. That… fucking prick. Anything to try to get close to Y/N.” Tony chewed on his bottom lip and grabbed his phone again, his temper flared. He texted furiously. “Looks like someone is going to get a promotion tonight. And I’m losing one of my best because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”

<><><>

Nine months ago…

Tony strolled in from the balcony, adjusting his sleeves. He had gone out for some air, leaving Y/N inside with the other Avengers. He spotted her sitting on one of the couches, Steve nearby. Steve was amused by whatever Y/N had said, his smile wide and her quickly explaining something. He made his way back over, coming to her side just as she finished.

“Cap,” Tony greeted him.

“Tony,” Steve returned, still laughing lightly.

Y/N was all smiles still. “You didn’t tell me Steve was so funny.”

“I didn’t know I had to. Rogers is usually the stick in the mud,” Tony quipped.

“She’s merely amused at my complete inept at cultural references,” Steve said, smiling warmly again in her direction.

“It’s actually quite embarrassing for him.” Y/N quipped, much to Steve’s amusement. “But we can forgive him. Just like we forgive you for your sarcastic jokes, Tony.” Y/N perked up and said, “You guys don’t have drinks. Let me fix that.”

She walked off and Steve leveled Tony with a look. Tony cocked his head, “What? You’re looking at me all self-righteously.”

“Is she…?”

Tony did not have to work hard at figuring out what Steve was trying to get at. He snorted at Steve’s prude response to her and being unable to outright ask if she was a prostitute. “Was,” Tony corrected. “Actually, worked for my service. She’s shaped up quite nicely, I would dare to say.”

Steve nodded in agreement, “She plays the part well. Charming. Polite.”

“What gave it away, pray tell?”

Steve snorted and said, “Honestly? She’s too pretty for you to be your wife.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t.”

The two of them were sharing a laugh as Y/N walked back up.

“Plus, the service,” Steve said under his breath, seeing she was carrying two glasses for them specifically and none for herself.

“Quite the whole package,” Tony said in a normal volume and she looked at him expectantly as she held out the glasses to them. Tony merely leaned forward giving her a peck on her forehead. His arm snaked around her waist and brought her to his side. “She’s so well behaved.”

“Because that’s the only thing that matters,” Y/N replied teasingly, tapping him on the nose, earning a wide grin in response from him and a kiss.

<><><>

One leg hooked over your opposite knee, you settled back further on the couch cushions. Liam had fallen asleep further down the couch to a movie and you were speaking quietly on the phone to Xavier. “Yeah, I made it home. I just don’t understand—”

You yelped at the sound of the front door being kicked in down the hall. You scrambled, dropping the phone as Liam jumped up, half asleep still. He was looking around wildly and even in his confusion, threw himself in front of you, blocking you from direct line of the hall. You looked over your shoulder frightened, taking in the tall wall of windows.

When the first man walked from the hallway into the wide room, you relaxed, immediately recognizing him. Then reality hit you again and you realized the only reason he would be here. He was one of Tony’s and you knew what was at the end of this, your heart pounding with each one that walked in. The next three you recognized too.

Lastly, Tony came striding in and you exhaled shakily, releasing the breath you did not know you had even been holding in anticipation of him. You had not been on this side of his anger before and the mere sight of him was threatening. In his tailored jacket and slacks, his gleaming watch… he was everything the mob boss you knew put fear into other people’s hearts. He was here on business, not pleasure. His body was completely tense, his eyes focused in on Liam and you standing in the middle of the living room. You swallowed sharply, your resolve wavering under his ferocious gaze, cursing yourself internally for making him so mad.

No one was moving and time seemed suspended. The thing that drew you back to reality was Xavier was still trying to talk to you on the phone on the floor. You swept down to pick it up.

“I’ll call you back. It’s fine. Love you,” you told him quickly, before hanging up and tossing your phone beside you on the ledge. Tony’s jaw set at the last phrase uttered and you had said it without even thinking. It was not abnormal to say it to Xavier but now was definitely not the time. You informed him stiffly, “It’s my gay friend. You know. The one you think I slept with in Seattle? Who is not interested in pussy at all?” Tony was not saying anything, just glaring daggers through you, which further set you on edge. His men were standing at attention and your gaze swept over them before landing on him again. Maybe if you just went without a fight now, it would be okay. You rolled your eyes, trying to keep up the façade that you had not pressed him past his patience and everything was just going to pan out. “God, FINE. I’m coming! You didn’t have to be so dramatic.”

Tony held up a hand, stalling your movement, throwing you off balance. Your feet settled back on the ground, coming to a stop by Liam’s shoulder, waiting for his next movement. His gaze flicked to Liam, who was looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Who called who?” he asked in an eerily calm voice.

“W-what?” Liam stammered.

“Who. Called. Who?”

Liam shot you a look, nervous at being under Tony’s scrutinizing and threatening shadow. You gave him a slight nod and Tony noticed, his jaw clenching at the interaction. At the solidarity. You had a sinking feeling that was a huge misstep.

“She called me.”

“She called you,” Tony said slowly, eyes boring into you now.

There was jealously swimming in his eyes that you had called someone else – another man – instead of him. That had been your intention hadn’t it? To make him jealous. But now that it was coming to fruition, all you felt was dread. He tore his eyes away from you to look back at Liam.

“So, your first instinct wasn’t to, I don’t know, call me?” Tony asked. “Ask me if you should go picking my little, darling wife up from the airport?” Tony took a few steps closer, all swagger in his step. “That didn’t cross your mind, Liam?”

Liam admitted, nervousness apparent, “No, sir. I knew you were fighting.”

“You knew we were fighting.” Tony’s tone was condescending.

“Yes.”

“And what? You were just going to pick her up from the airport, bring her here. And then what?”

“She asked to stay the night. And she said she was going to leave in the morning. Early. 6am I think is the time she told me. So she could go back home to you.”

Tony threw you a taunting look, “Hmm, back to me. Seems like that’s what she’s been avoiding actually.” You opened your mouth, but he cocked his head, the playfulness from seconds ago again. You closed it. Tony directed at Liam, “Who employs you?”

“You, sir.”

“So, you would think it would behoove you to fall back on that relationship rather than catering to the wife. I mean, she’s not the one your indebted to, is she?”

“Tony, I—” you tried to cut in.

“Shut…” Tony said, his eyes not leaving Liam, his finger held up to you stiffly. “Your fucking mouth, Y/N. I’m not talking to you.”

“How many friends of yours have I killed?” Tony deadpanned at Liam. You did not like where this was going.

“Um, zero. I think,” Liam said, sweat visible on his forehead.

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly and looked back at one of his men. “Is that right? I haven’t killed any of the men at the service?” His eyes swept over his personal guards and they all shook their head. Tony’s eyes snapped back to Liam and he looked thoughtful. “Huh. That’s surprising. But…” he closed the space between the two of them and you had to admire that although Liam looked nervous, he did not back away. “Then again, none of them betrayed me like this.”

Before Liam could react, Tony’s arm lashed out and his hand closed in around his neck. Liam winced at Tony’s fingers digging into his windpipe, squeezing tightly. Tony yanked Liam close and hissed into his ear, “I know how you feel about her. I’ve seen it. And the fact you thought you could get her here… get a foot in—”

“That wasn’t it!” Liam interrupted nervously.

“You’re a terrible liar. And I’m sick of people lying to me,” Tony snarled, letting go of Liam roughly, causing him to lose his balance. Tony backed off from Liam and snapped in your direction. “Grab your shit, Y/N.” You faltered, apprehension freezing you to the spot. He suddenly shouted, “Now!”

That got you to jump to action.

As you grabbed your phone and your small bags, you heard movement behind you and whipped around in alarm. You screamed when the first hit was laid across Liam’s face. Tony had stepped back and his men had come forward.

Tony had a vice like grip on your arm, yanking you sideways back towards the hall.

“Tony!” you pleaded panicked, trying to look over your shoulder as he dragged you away at where Liam was surrounded by the four men, punch after punch laying into his face and body.

He stopped, jolting you. He forcibly turned you, so you could look back at the scene in the living room, pointing at it. “This is your fault,” he spat at you. He wrenched you to him, his breath hot on your face. His eyes were wild as he told you, “Next time, think about what you’re doing when you go around trying to piss me off. Because anyone that sees Liam’s face after this is going to do that thinking for you. No one is going to want to help you when you’re being a little brat!” His fingers dug in and you winced. “And your punishment hasn’t even started yet, kitten.”

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21

Fic tags: @kvzctam, @farihafangirls 

#tony stark x reader #dark marvel fic #dark tony stark #dark!tony stark #dark marvel #my shit

[lovelivingmydreams]

Paper Flowers: Assumptions

People make snap judgements all the time. About fictional characters as well as the people in their lives. It gets dangerous however when you assume your perception is the truth.

“Hello all you Fanders out there!” the voice over of DarkStarlight sounds through your speaker as the screen shows the title card of their series Fanders illustrated. The concept is simple enough. They talk about things from Thomas’ content or the fan community they liked while showing speeddraws based on it. It’s really fun to see.

“So a while ago I made this drawing based on the names we picked for the Prince’s nemesis.”

The image changes to a drawing of two versions of the character standing back to back. The dark, mischievious Marcus against a dark red background, and the awkward blushy Kevin against a lighter blue, the collors mixing to purple in the center.

“And the comments have been wild!” A blank canvas is shown as they start sketching.

“There were several theories about how these two boys could be one and the same.

The theory I want to draw today is a cute one. So CatPrincess suggested Marcus is an act Kevin puts up to help the prince. Kevin, according to her, is a staff member of the palace. And when the Prince got old enough to start looking for a princess, he needed an excuse, since he’s gay or just not really interested in romance. He never really was invested in any princesses in the vines after all. He’s had the most chemistry with males. Prince is gay confirmed.”

You chuckle. And shake your head. This fandom is wild. You just hope the characters can make a transition to youtube. It seems like Vine’s time is really coming to an end.

“Anyway, so whether the prince knows it or not CatPrincesss didn’t say, but Kevin ends up disguising himself as a villain so Prince can say he’s busy defending the realm and that he can’t pursue any Princesses until the villain is defeated. I really like the idea of Prince and Kevin having little inside jokes and grinning at each other secretly while Kevin tends to the family during dinner as they hear the king and queen complain about the villain. So. What do you think?”

And just like that the drawing is done. It’s Prince and a formally dressed Kevin glancing at each other with subtle smirks while behind them their silhouettes are crossing swords.

You like and share the video before checking in on tumblr, you still have some time to kill before dinner.

 “I don’t see why we even bother still making vines every day. We’re finished, it’s over,” Virgil muttered as he paced the floor of the common area. He really hated being the barer of bad news, but no one was coming to terms with this simple fact.

“We have sworn to entertain the fanders, and it is not over until the fat lady sings,” Roman explained calmly from his spot, draped over the couch, pretending to be more interested in his notes for the ultimate storytime tour.

The announcement had taken the internet by storm and even Virgil was excited, though he never showed that to the others. He couldn’t leave his room for five days because he couldn’t stop ‘sparkling’ as Roman had come to call his excited look. Just in his head though, he was fairly sure Virgil wouldn’t appreciate it.

“What are we going to do after!?” Virgil insisted.

“We could look for a real job?” Logan suggested though he wasn’t very hopeful.

Virgil was nodding to himself, that was an option he supposed.

“We could make more scripted youtube video’s? People have been commenting they wished they could see more of our characters than six second skits?” Patton suggested.

“Brilliant idea Padre!” Roman exclaimed as he sat up and started skribling.

“We could make a series about the dad and teacher! Liam, Fiona and Gavin might like participating… Oh, and we could make marvelous stories about the prince… Idea!!!!”

He jumped up and made a gesture towards all of them. “We could make a series about us!” he declared proudly. “The fanders want to know more about Thomas, what better way to talk about that than by showing them who we are!?”

Patton was clapping excitedly while Logan and Virgil seemed apprehensive.

“Oh, that sounds so fun!!!” the fatherly side cheered.

“I don’t know,” Virgil objected. “It feels too exposed.”

“Indeed, we are a very personal part of Thomas. We should not be shown to the world so carelessly,” Logan agreed, mostly opposed to being displayed as a source of entertainment for others.

“We don’t have to go all in right away. Thomas can start with acting like our vine counterparts and see how the fanders react and if they like the idea we slowly but surely let our real selves shine through. Little steps,” Roman suggested.

Logan cocked his head. “That was, a very well thought out solution…” he admitted. It was odd. When had this started? Roman usually just spat out ideas and took any criticism as a personal offence. When did he start taking feedback into consideration?

Roman gasped and brought a hand to his heart in offence. “Don’t sound so surprised!” he huffed.

“I don’t know…” Virgil said slowly. The fanders liked his character… But that guy wasn’t literal anxiety.

Roman sighed dramatically. “Tell you what. I draft up some ideas. And after the tour we can revisit the subject. Vine won’t disappear overnight,” he reasoned.

Logan and Patton nodded in agreement. “Fine,” Virgil relented before pulling his hoodie over his head and stalking off.

Patton frowned. “He’s never happy is he?” he muttered sadly. Roman bit back his reaction. Patton was both wrong and right. This part of Virgil couldn’t be happy. But Roman knew of other parts that could be the happiest out of all of them. Happier than even Patton could ever hope being.

“Well who’s fault is that?” A voice drawled from the door opening. Roman automatically drew his sword while Patton and Logan reflexively moved to stand a little more behind him.

“Such a warm reception, I’m so touched,” Deceit said, hand on his heart, a sarcastic sting to his voice and a roll of his eyes.

"Well," Roman huffed as he put away his sword. "Maybe if you didn't apparate in dark corners for no good reason we wouldn't assume an attack was imminent. You are lucky you just missed anxiety, he might not have been able yo hold himself back." Realy what was that snake thinking?

"Thanks for the concern Roman, but other than you three, I know how to handle him."

Roman once more bit his tongue. Keeping his promise not to reveal their bond has never been so hard. This particular side was much more likely to catch him evading and omitting.

He rolled his eyes dramatically and crossed his arms in front of him. "Is there anything you needed Deceit?" Patton asked as he stepped forward laying a soothing hand on Roman's arm.

"Just checking in. And I must say I am not impressed. Morality I had hoped you'd put in a little more effort to make Anxiety comfortable up here. At this rate I might have to take him back with me." Roman could feel Patton cringe at that. That's it. Virgil's friend or not, Roman would not let him upset his family.

“Oh drop it scaleface. Empty threats will only go so far,” he said with a hand on his hip and a roll of his eye.

“Who says they’re empty?” Deceit drawled, studying his nails. “The whole reason Anxiety came up here was to reduce his stress, but if you all just keep making him unhappy, what is the point?” Deceit wondered calmly, though Roman could see there was a vague annoyed pull at his eyes. He clearly did not like being questioned.

“If he really was as unhappy as you imply, then why hasn’t he gone back to you and Remus who supposedly know how to ‘handle him’ so much better?” There was a mild flinch in Deceit’s posture, making Roman wondered if he accidently hit a nerve somehow.

“Just say what you came here for, Deceit. We all have other things to do.” Because deceit was rarely straightforward. Virgil hadn’t told him much about living down there, but that much he’d learned.

Janus just huffed and left.

“Charming as always!” Roman huffed as he combed his fingers through his hair.. He let out a sigh and dropped his hand before looking down at Patton.

“Are you alright Padre?” he wondered.

“I… Yes actually. Thank you Roman…” Roman wanted to bid the two bespectacled sides a good day and start writing on the new series and finish of his ideas for the tour, but the he noticed Patton was biting his lip nervously and so he waited.

“Do you really think… he’s not going to take Anxiety back is he?”

Roman smiled warmly down at Patton before turning to Logan. “Logan, could Thomas ‘forget about anxiety’ at this point?” he asked.

Logan cocked his head confused. “No, denying Anxiety is a part of Thomas, the way Thomas refused to acknowledge his presence in the past, is not possible. Deceit does not have the power to force such a change. Only if the three of us were to agree to it, could something like that be accomplished. And I do not intent to participate in such endeavor,” Logan stated. Patton relaxed at that.

“And I suppose I have gotten used to our war of wits. I shan’t permit him to leave until I reign victorious! Speaking of victory! I’m off writing a script so brilliant the fanders will demand more!”

And with that he finally did make his exit.

He returned to his room and immediately started on his projects. He was not sure what Deceit was trying to accomplish, but it would not deter him from his mission.

In the commons Logan has left as well and Patton his tidying up. Trying not to let Deceit’s words get to him… Who’s fault was it? His? Roman’s? Was there another thing he was missing?

At the border of the conscious mind Janus was beyond annoyed. It didn’t really matter. The idea of failure was planted, and if he knew the lights at all it’s that they would try harder to make Virgil feel comfortable, if only to prove him wrong. Virgil would not like that Janus had gotten involved, but he was worried. How couldn’t he be? Over the past few month’s Virgil had been acting off. Sure he was being more sociable, but after every interaction he was so rained he more or less disappeared. That was the only explanation Janus had for the times he’d visited to make sure he was alright and find the room empty. He hadn’t brought it up with Virgil, since doing so would most likely end up being more about him entering Virgil’s room without permission rather than an actual explanation.

And it didn’t really matter. Janus knew one thing with unwavering certainty.

If the lights didn’t get their act together, they might lose him.

Next: momceit

#sanders sides #ts sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #paper flowers au

[lilhemmy]

is this love that i'm feelin'? | leigh-anne & liam.

Their first full day spent in Leigh-Anne’s second home was just the medicine Liam needed. He’d been feeling stagnant – both in his work and just in life in general – but it wasn’t a new feeling. Ever since his divorce, it felt like the man had been searching for his purpose. It was no secret that roles weren’t pouring in for him and the auditions he had gone on didn’t amount to much. He had found identity in being a husband and was hopeful to start a family, but that was short-lived and left him back to where he’d been. The moment he’d set foot on the beautiful island, he was warmly welcomed by the people and there was an energy to them that he was drawn to. It could be summed up in one phrase he learned quickly upon arriving and it was ‘Everything irie’ – and it was.

Despite feeling the way he did over the last two years, there was one sparkling ray of sunshine through it all – and it was Leigh-Anne. Though their meeting had been unconventional and he genuinely felt like he’d never see her again, the actor had been drawn to her from the start. Her infectious smile and sheer confidence is what had drawn him in, but it was her beautiful soul that left him wanting more. The more time he spent with her and the more he got to truly know her made Liam realize she was someone special and someone he wanted in his life, but he was still battling his own insecurities to truly let her in. It wasn’t until the holiday season where Liam felt like he had actually begun to let some of his walls down and, at the end of the day, he was grateful for how patient and understanding Leigh was. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she chose not to pursue him for a man who would give her the things she deserved in that moment, but he was simply grateful she’d chosen to stick it out with him, Now here he was, in her happy place and by her side, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else. The pair had spent their first full day taking it easy on the beach and though Liam loved how giddy the singer got at wanting to show him all the great things Jamaica had to offer, he had his own plan for their first night. After taking his own shower, the man slipped into a nicer pair of casual shorts and a linen button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Once dressed, he popped his head into the bathroom where Leigh was getting ready. Instead of calling out to her like he’d planned, Liam took the few steps toward her so that he could come up behind and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head before looking at her through the mirror. “We’re going rogue tonight. I actually have something booked for us and we need to be ready in thirty minutes. Nothing too fancy but wear something you want to take a picture in,” he told her with a grin. @lcighannepinny

#para: is this love that i'm feelin'? #para: Leigh-Anne Pinnock

[nightships]

The Captain’s Cabin Part 1 (again)

It’s been ages, but @everything-person sent a kind ask about a broken link! I have a sneaky feeling tumblr didn’t like my shirtless edit of our fair Killian that I originally uploaded with the fic. There is ALMOST CERTAINLY a better way to do this, and maybe i’ll get the energy to go fix the links in the old posts, but in the meantime here’s a re-upload of chapter one! reminder that it’s also on ao3. check my “jess writes cs” tag for the rest.

“The Captain’s Cabin?”

Emma squinted up at the sign, covering her eyes to keep the morning light from turning her blind. It was a ridiculous name, if she said so herself. (Never mind that this was their first day in town, and she’d been the one to choose the place.)

“I don’t know about this,” she said, sliding her eyes back to the blonde girl at her side. “We could just get back in the car and find a nice, motel-side Arby’s.”

“We just spent five hours in the car, not counting the five minutes it took to find that parking spot, Emma,” Elsa whined, “If I don’t get to eat whatever it is I’m smelling right now, I think I might cry.”

Emma ceded, but only because the smell of fried seafood was calling to her too.

The two of them stepped out of the misty morning and into the little dockside restaurant, Emma shaking her hair out of her hooded anorak jacket and Elsa flinging her braid back over her shoulder. The lunch crowd was still milling about, mostly older citizens and young parents, and the two were only too happy to take their time finding seats. The walls were stained dark, as if the warm drizzle outside had penetrated the wood, and covered in weather-worn treasures that undoubtedly came from the nearby sea. One side of the small building stood on ground level, but the other seemed to stretch out toward the water. It was nice, Emma had to admit, nicer than the dorky sign on the front had led on.

The two of them chose seats at the end of the long bar, despite all earlier protests about sitting for any prolonged periods (ever again, Elsa had promised, one foot up on the dashboard and the other hanging out the passenger window.) Elsa busied herself tracing the faces of old sailors and fisherman pictured on the walls, while Emma watched the tide coming in.

It hardly looked pleasant out, but she was certain those little black blobs in the distance were boats. She ran her hand over the windowpane to get a clearer view and squinted again, trying to figure out exactly what kind of vessels had caught her attention.

“Can I help the both of you?”

Emma swiveled on the little barstool and found herself eye-level with a toothy, if welcoming, grin. The man was standing on the other side of the bar, his black shirt emblazoned with the same logo from the sign outside the restaurant. She had no idea how he snuck up on her like that, but Elsa answered him before she could voice her question back.

“You definitely can. We’ve been in the car for far too long, and we need food.”

“I’ll have to see if we’ve got any laying around, then,” he said with a bit of a laugh, seeming to relax into his smile as he regarded Emma more thoroughly. "Where are you traveling from?”

“Boston,” the both of them answered, tiredness coming through in Emma’s voice and restlessness coming through in Elsa’s.

He clicked his tongue and handed both of them menus, leaning a hip against the bar as he played with one of the bottles on the counter top. “Quite a long ways away, but at least you chose a beautiful day to come up. It’s not always this nice out.”

“You call this nice?” Emma chuckled, wrinkling her nose as she nodded toward the window. “It’s about to rain.” “On the contrary, lass. I’d reckon the sun’ll be out before you’ve finished your meal.” His smile was challenging her now, as if he was about to reach out into the air and ask her to shake on it.

“Speaking of,” Elsa said, swiveling her menu toward him and pointing at a dish. “Can I get this with curly fries?”

“There’s no way,” Emma said, shaking her head at the man. He was leaned over the counter, arms folded out in front of him. She thought she could see the beginnings of a tattoo on the inside of his arm but refused to inspect any further, knowing his eyes had been following her a little too closely already.

“Ah, but there is,” he sang out. “When you’ve lived here as long as I, you tend to get accustomed to the signs.”

"Nobody’s that good,” She pressed, crossing her arms in front of her. He’d been keeping them (well, keeping her,if Elsa’s less-than-subtle looks meant anything) company ever since they’d ordered a meal, and since then she’d come to know quite a bit about him. His name was Killian Jones, and it didn’t sound like an American name because it wasn’t. He and his brother had come over from the United Kingdom a few years ago and started up business here. They had a sailboat, of all things, moored out at the end of the restaurant’s dock, and that apparently gave him the ability to predict the weather. “You have to have checked an app, or something.”

He shook his head again, eyes sparkling as they regarded her. “I could show you, if you’d like,” he said, a bit of extra something in his voice as he made the offer. “Liam’s not quite done with your orders yet, and it won’t take long.”

Emma gave him a challenging look of her own, then, wondering just how many tourists got an invite out onto his sailboat while their meals were made ready. On the other hand, though, her legs weren’t nearly stretched enough after driving for so long, and she did like the idea of standing again.

“Oh, go do it,” Elsa said, tearing her straw wrapper into tiny little squares atop the bar. “I’ll wait here for when the food gets out.”

“See? She’ll wait here, for when the food gets out,” Killian said, sweeping his arm out toward Elsa and raising his brow at Emma. “Come on, Swan, don’t make a man beg.”

Again, Emma relented, but only because she would never hear the end of it from Elsa if she acted like going with him was a big deal.

“What made you pick Maine, of all places?”

They were both leaned against the rail of his sailboat (which was more than a little impressive, Emma grudgingly admitted. With something like this at her disposal, she’d probably spend a few cloudy days on the water, too) and watching the little town ferry pick up passengers from the neighboring dock. It’d made three trips since they came outside,  passengers snapping pictures and laughing at the sea spray when they passed over particularly large curls of wake.

“I could ask you the same,” he countered, twisting his neck to regard her. She didn’t remember him coming to stand so close, exactly, but then the past twenty minutes had gone by without her thinking of a single excuse to run back to Elsa. (It definitely had nothing to do with the way he seemed to talk about the sea like it was his first love, that was certain.)

“It’s different,” she told him with a small laugh. “We’re not moving in.”

“We didn’t think we were either, to be honest. Liam and I had plans to sail up and down the coast, to pack up every time we thought we were getting too rooted down.”

“Guess that worked out for the two of you,” Emma countered, nodding back toward the restaurant. “Big change of plans?”

“You could say that.” His smile turned wistful then, almost dreamlike, and Emma found herself watching him as he turned his eyes back to the sea. She couldn’t tell if it was the way the sun was now warming their faces or simply the way he was born, but the ocean seemed pooled right there in his eyes, too. He turned to her then, catching her off guard once more with his closeness. “I’ll wager your food’s waiting for you now, love.”

Surprisingly reluctant to leave the peaceful, salty air out on the docks, Emma nodded, letting him lead her back inside. Most of the lunch rush had taken off by then, and it was almost too easy to hear her friend’s voice carrying through the restaurant as they stepped back through the doorway.

“- she’s not really my sister, even though she looks it, but we always take this big sisterly road trip in the spring to celebrate meeting each other. She pretends she hates long trips, but I know that - Emma!”

Emma’s eyes widened considerably as she saw her friend chatting up a dark-haired stranger, one whose head looked exactly like Killian’s from the angle she had on him. He turned then, a lighter shade of blue eyes meeting hers. He was wearing the same shirt as Killian, too, but all brotherly resemblance ended below eye level.

“You must be Emma,” the man said, straightening up off the barstool and reaching out a large, square hand. “Liam Jones, privilege to be at your services today.”

Emma could see Elsa’s bright eyes behind him, switching frantically between delight and panic. She had always been terrible at improvisation, especially when it came to someone she wanted to impress. Emma only smiled and shook his hand warmly, not missing the gigantic plate of curly fries that Elsa had placed between them. (She didn’t miss the look Liam gave to Killian, either, but she found herself wishing she’d seen it from Elsa’s perspective instead. As it was, he was standing too close to her for her to see.)

“Nice to meet you. Are you the one I need to thank for the sandwich waiting over at my seat?”

“I am, especially since my second-in-command was nowhere to be found,” Liam said pointedly, aiming his smirk at her instead of his brother this time. She managed not to blush, but there was no hiding the snort that came from Elsa at her seat.

Seeing the food on her plate reminded Emma of their reason for visiting, and she found herself lingering there long after her plate held nothing but crumbs, swapping travel stories with the two men who held the sea in their eyes. It was comfortable, just as much as her ride together with Elsa had been, and suddenly she found herself wondering what else they might have missed if they hadn’t pulled off the interstate to fuel up in the little seaside town.

(Elsa, for all her part, wasn’t even trying to be subtle as she offered Liam the last long curly fry on her plate, complaining when he told her it’d be ungentlemanly to take anything more from her plate than he already had. Her argument was that he’d made them, after all, and deserved to spend a little time savoring the dishes he made. They didn’t even notice it when Killian snuck the thing off her plate and ate it himself.)

“So,” Killian finally asks, stepping up to tackle the question they’d all been dancing around, “How long are the both of you in town?”

"Oh, we only planned on stopping for a few-” Emma felt the point of Elsa’s shoe dig into her shin then, effectively cutting her off before she could say anything drastic. Emma swiveled back and gave her just as deliberate and obvious a look, wondering what the hell had gotten into her.

“A few days. Maybe a week or two,” Elsa supplied, sipping at her water and refusing to meet Emma’s eyes. “We don’t really have to be back any time soon.”

Emma let it go after a moment, but only because she didn’t want that to be the last smile she saw on Killian Jones’ face.

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