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Daddies Beast boy (DC)

It might of been Friday night, a perfect night for a party animal to go out but beast boy had excused himself to his bedroom early on when it became clear that Cyborg was going to be busy in the garage all night, and Robin and Starfire had a date. It wasn't that the young changeling had a head ache or was all that tired however. Frankly he was simply hiding from his other teammate, the half demon son of Trigon after a minor reality hiccup, Raven. the once short, skinny and withdrawn half demon was now 6'4 and totally riped, and due to his choice in tights which did nothing to hide it, totally hung. worst of all for our fearful green shape shiftier, Raven was MUCH more interested in him now then he had been as a woman. NOT helping matters was somehow everyone seemed to ship the two, so his whimpers for help had been for the most part ignored or even gotten him scolded for being such a tease to poor raven! 'yeah poor raven. gosh, how hard it must be to 'accidentally' rub that fucking horse cock against my ass when I'm doing the dishes.' Beast boy thought with a huff, hugging a old teddy bear to his chest and sulking. even saying he was going out didn't seem to help as Raven somehow always found him no matter where he went and last weekend he had barley avoided him when cornered in a men's room by turning into a cockroach and escaping in a air vent. 'At least I'm safe in here with the protection protocols in place.' He thought and tried to will himself to a early sleep.

Raven was smirking as he looked in on beast boy though the security cameras in his room. technically they weren't suppose to be activated without a VERY good cause but Starfire, still his best friend and chief among the shippers, had slipped him the override codes. "Jesus look at him, hugging a teddy bear..and now he's sucking on his thumb? He has to know I'm watching and he's just tormenting me!" Raven growled, tugging his long thick piece of fuck meat out of his pants. with a big strong hand Raven stroked himself, debating his next action. on one hand there was no doubt in raven's mind that beast boy not only belonged on his thick shaft, but he also belonged in thick diapers and being his good widdle boy. On the OTHER hand Raven knew even with how much his friends agreed with him, just barging in and taking what he knew should be his was pushing it, and knew he should respect Beast boy's wishes and just try and romance him. "Ngggh wove dada.." Came beast boy's voice from the computer and Raven's throbbing cock drooled. "Fuck it. taking what's mine." he said. tugging his impressive size back into his tights, Raven used his free hand to turn off all the locks in beast boys room, then got up and headed out the door.

Beast boy was tossing in his sleep as he had the oddest dream. he was just a little guy, though that was likely from dream logic and he was in Rita's arms..but she was trying to bottle feed him while coo'ing softly, patting his butt and -blush- he was wearing nothing but a massive cartoon cloth diaper, complete with comically large safety pins. She couldn't seem to get the bottle in his mouth though and just rubbed it back and back and forth over his lips, with it leaking a thick cream that was smeared on his lips and the nipple took on a more and more phallic appearance. despite his fussing and whining, the bottle found it's way into his mouth and- And suddenly beast boy's eyes flew open and realized that his mouth was being stuffed by a thick pale cock!! "Mmmmmfh!" he screamed around it, his arm's coming up and trying to shove raven off, and when that failed they griped at the bigger boy's meaty shaft. "Mmmm beast boy~, giving in already?" Raven chuckled. "Don't bother trying to shape shift, I've nullified your powers for the next little bit. and don't even think of trying to bite down on daddies ba-ba unless you want the spanking of a life time." The poor green teen whimpered as he realized his effort's to try and pull the cock out was only in effect stroking the massive tool, and he tried to take in the scene more clearly. Raven of course had found a way into his room, and had one knee up on his bed, and the other on the floor, bracing himself with one powerful arm on a bed post and slowly leaning forward to feed Beast boy his cock. through eyes filling up with tears even as raven's massive cock reached the back of his throat, he thought he saw a package of teen sized diapers though his concerns were suddenly else where as he hit his gag reflex and he started to choke. "Shit!" raven cursed and pulled out fast even as he reached out with his magic, bringing over a waste basket as Beast boy leaned over the side of the bed into it and hack and coughed. "Sorry! I really didn't think that through!" Raven said, a strong hand rubbing and patting beast boy's back. "Just always kinda assumed you would be the type not to ha-" "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Beast boy yelled, willing his tofu rich supper to stay down in and sitting up in his bed, wiping his chin and find his drool as expected.. and white globs of raven thick pre-cum. the thought that more of the half demon's pre-cum was now joining his tofu in his belly would of made him turn green in the face, if well, he wasn't already green. "Now now, that's no way to speak to your new daddy." raven scolded him. "However I know that was a rude awaking so I'll let it slid THIS time. Next time, Poppa spank." He said and wagged a finger. "Y-Your giving me heck over manners?!?" Beast boy huffed, and with a wipe using the sleeve of his other arms to clear the tears, he noticed that indeed, there really was a pack of diapers on the bed. couple that with raven's attuide and beast boy had a really bad feeling in his stomach. "...I think I need a adult." he whimpered. "oh beast boy you silly. I am a adult. now come show daddy some love." raven chuckled then purred, tugging him with little effort into her lap even as he slide off the only clothing he had worn to bed, a pair of doom patrol themed briefs.

Raven was pleased with how fast the fight was draining from beast boy. he could of tried to fight him though naturally that would of been useless. or even just tried to run or cry for help. instead he was shaking and giving her a pleading look, his bottom lip trembling in fear. 'Oh Beastie, if you thought that would make me have second thoughts..' Raven mused. Still, he should do something to try and help him calm down and as he set him on his lap, with his thick shaft sliding between the smaller boys bubble butt and making him face him, he leaned in and pressed his lips to beast boys. Raven could of course taste himself on the boys mouth, but since he regularly licked his hands clean after a wank session he was familiar with the taste and found it enjoyable, and gently forced Beast boys mouth open so his touge could slid in and dominate the boys mouth. 'I wonder how many times he thought about something like this when I was a girl?' Raven mused and pulled him in deeper, hands rubbing and squeezing the boys bubble butt and a smirk appearing as a small moan escaped from his mouth into his. breaking off the kiss raven moved his head down a little and gently nipped on beast boys neck and was pleased as his cries for him to stop turned into more whimpering moans. "That's it, that's my good little boy. just relax and let daddy make you feel good as he fucks you nice and stupid." Raven coo'ed. "But..but..ahhh..Oh gawd..I-I'm not..not..I'm..not.." Beast boy couldn't seem to think as raven explored the more sensitive part of his neck. His cute little 4 inch boner was poking Raven's abs and raven was sure that he could of made the boy squirt just from this if he kept it up too much longer. while that would of been cute, he had better things in mind for the boys first squirt with daddy and lifting him up slowly as he pulled his mouth back. "I'm Sorry, your not what?" Raven asked, using his magic to adjust the angle of his cock and to spread the green boys cheeks. "I-I'm not gayYYYYY CUMMING!" Beast boy went to say, only to have his statement trued false as in one fast motion raven buried himself deep in the boys ass and he spewed a water weak long on Raven's exposed abs. "Really? Do tell." Raven teased.

Beast boy was in a mixture of pain and pleasure, gasping and trying to think as all 11 inches of raven were buried deep inside of him. Sure, he had maybe fingered his rose bud once or twice, what boy hadn't while experimenting? but still he'd never thought that having his ass stuffed this much would of felt so good! even now the pain was fading and his dick was still rock hard despite having never been strong at repeat performances in the past. "I..I..I.." beast boy was moaning and trying to think, but it was almost like her demon dick had gone right into his brain, and drool started to trickle down his chin. "oops, let daddy get that for you." raven said, smiling and using Beast boy's own undies to wipe his mouth. The air in the room was thick with the smell of Raven's musk and even as his own undies passed under his nose, and with his load on raven's belly beast boy could still only smell raven. His cock throbbed as he could feel raven's throbbing in him and he found himself wondering how it would feel if raven unloaded his massive balls in his guts. "You ready for daddy to start moving you up and down my little prince?" Raven said, his face showing love and kindness, but there was a clear need in his voice. "I..Oh..gawd..J-Just..just.." Just pull out. that's what beast boy was thinking, what he planned to say but to his shock what came out was: "Just go slow daddy."

Raven smiled, he had called him daddy all on his own already and any urge to just fuck him fast and hard had been waylaid by that. "Of course little man." He said and griping the boys hips moved him up and down at a slow pace. It was torture for raven in a way, the half demon wanted to go fast and hard but going slow and steady, speeding up over time, was having a amazing effect on Beast boy. his tight little boy cunt was practically milking and clinging to raven's shaft as he was moved up, his dicklet twitching and bouncing, but the real fun was how a steady stream of cum oozed out as he pulled him back down. the boy's whimpers and gasps were super cute, though getting a little repetitive and raven made a mental note to get him a nice big pacifier for the next time they did this. The thought of beast boy, sucking on a pacifier flooded Raven's mind and he suffered a first himself, cumming suddenly with beast boy only having half of his shaft in him. "DADDY! OH DADDY!" Beast boy squealed as raven started to move him faster, pumping him up and down and loading the boy with daddy milk. if the change in speed was uncomfortable beast boy gave no indication as his cock was twitching widely, firing out smaller and smaller loads of cum till he was dry cumming, and it was Beast boy who leaned in to kiss Raven, not a mouth to mouth kiss but little pecks on the cheek and forehead, depending here he was as he was pumped. just like a boy would give his daddy. As raven finished shooting off his load, Beast boy's belly was visibly puffed out from the load and he was looking loopy. Though raven wanted to keep going as a good daddy he had to think about his little boy and holding Beast boy close with one arm, he used the other to snap his fingers trying to get the boy to focus. though in the green boys defense that might of been easier if he wasn't still stuffed full of daddy dick. "hey.. Still with me there little guy?" Raven asked. "Cock..so..so..full of cock and cum.." Beast boy said drooling. "Yeah you are. you wanna go for anther round or think your done for now?" Raven asked, leaning back and smiling as beast boy cuddled into him, and rubbed the boi's back. "want..want more." Beast boy whined, but he was yawning now and his eye lids looked droopy. "Awww, Daddy knows, but I think you're ready for your diapie and then a nap. Daddy promises he'll fuck you stupid later." Raven said, ruffling the green boys hair as a -adorable- pout came over his face. "Noooo! want *yawn* daddy dick nowww!" he whined. "Trust me little guy, you'll be getting lots and lots of daddy dick. I'm not going anywhere. sides..I think I might pop you like a balloon if I shot anther load in you. now be a good boy for daddy and suck your suck." Raven said. for a second he was worried Beast boy was gonna be a little brat, but then the green boy signed and popped his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it and -squeal- falling asleep, raven's beefy dick still shoved up in him. "You really are just too perfect."

The hardest part of what came next was getting himself into beast boys bathroom and trying not to gag. clearly the boy wasn't big on cleaning, and even though Raven was expecting to wipe his little guys buns clean, the room was just foul and dirty. But even with all of raven's half demon magic there was NO way that he'd of been able to get Beast boy diapered before the cum enema for lack of a better term came flying out. Lifting the sleeping boy off of his cock slowly and carefully, raven held him over the stained toilet bowl, watching with a mix of pride and amazement as his load came shooting out. 'Mental note, rub a few out before you fuck him next time.' Raven thought. As beast boy shot out all of his daddies milk, Raven made use of the tub and some wash cloths via his magic to wash his dick off as well, there hadn't really been a chance to douche the boy before starting. when the flow was out, he lifted the still sleeping boy (who had on just the cutest smile on his face) up and looked at the mirror in the bathroom, and smirked at the gaping hole that had once been Beast boys asshole. To put it simply it had been transformed from a asshole meant for taking a dump to a boy cunt, meant for pooping still, but now also taking Raven's thick cock. 'and if anyone else ever tries and uses it they'll find out what the real meaning of pain is.' he thought, then carried Beast boy out to the bed, cradling him in his arms now. He had of course practiced this next part several times on practice dummies of the same size and build as Beast boy. But while that had just been prep work while as raven pulled out 3 of the semi thick diapers, this was the real deal and flush of fatherly loved flooded him. slitting the first two diapers with his magic so the pee and mess could flow though and make the diapers last longer, Raven got him powdered and taped up snugly in all three. able to think more clearly after finally breed the boy, the basic smell of the room, not even just the bathroom made raven wrinkle his nose. Picking up the little guy again, he held him close to him, and almost melted as the sleeping boy instinctively wrapped his arms around Raven's neck and snuggled into his chest. 'sheesh, who's wrapped around who's finger here?' The half demon wondered, and with a arm under the boys butt he reached out grabbing the pack of diapers and then as a after thought, Beast boy's teddy bear with his magic. heading towards his own room which was of course set up with a changing table, a playpen and the like for little beast boy, Raven mused over how interesting it was going to be to explain Beast boy's new semi infantile state to the other titans. 'well they can say whatever the hell they want, it's not gonna change my mind. this little cutie is never going back out of diapers. he's just WAY too cute.' Raven thought and chuckled. A sudden loud fart filled the hallway as he carried the boy, and the back of his diapers grew warm and started to puff out. "heh, nope, still cute." Raven chuckled and kissed the sleeping boys head.

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sparring-hyena · 3 years

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Ok i got a request . Remember how Chris Kait and James got those special 1 chapter episodes where they go on special dates. It would be cool to see Beccas. So its set after Book 3. Instead of going to the festival with the gang Mc decides to visit Becca first at her lakehouse and then they go to the festival just her and Becca. They ll share lots of sweet moments at the pool more fun at the concert and later on at home things can get a bit heated.

Becca reaches for her phone with the intent to scroll through her social feeds. really, she does. opening her messaging app is a reflex. opening the short text thread she has with Alex is just an accident. and typing out a hey, what’re you up to? is… a mistake? some kind of predetermined notion written into the fabric of reality?

whatever. it doesn’t matter what it is. no, what matters is that she does, send a text to Alex that is, and that she tosses her phone to the other side of couch as soon as she hits send, almost like it burns her hands.

she stares at her phone, waits for it to react to what she just did—maybe it’ll implode. she’s almost surprised when her phone buzzes a few minutes later. and she’ll never admit to just how fast she jumps forward to snatch it up.

it’s Alex. Alex responded. okay. cool cool cool.

my friends and i are on a road trip. we’ve just passed into California. you?

the you? twists itself into Becca’s mind. slips into every nook and cranny until it’s she can think and feel, and her heart is going ba-dum ba-dum and she definitely can’t just say oh, not much. just by myself at my dad’s lake house because he’s trying to buy my love now that my parents are getting divorced. except she does say that. word for word. it tumbles from her mind onto her phone and then she hits send and holds her breath in her throat as she waits for Alex’s response.

want some company then?

and what really surprised Becca is that she answers with yes.

in the days leading up to Alex’s arrival she cleans. not that there’s much to clean—the house is big, and she’s kept to one small part of it. she also rifles through her closet and decides, an hour before Alex is due to arrive, that she doesn’t have anything to wear. the clothes laying forgotten on her bed disagree, but she ignores that and feels the anxiety twist itself around her.

and then her phone buzzes and there’s a knock at the door. Alex is here. Alex is early.

shit.

she tosses on the first thing she can grab and runs her hands through her hair before darting down to the front door.

when Becca opens the door, Alex greets her with a warm smile that simultaneously calms and frightens. frightens, because how does her smile have such an effect on me. they stand awkwardly in the doorway until Alex clears her throat and asks, “did you wanna invite me in?”

“right.” Becca steps aside and motions Alex in.

Alex whistles as she looks around, still holding her bag in front of her. “nice place.”

Becca shrugs, because it is nice, stunning really, but the house doesn’t feel quite right—it never really has. it’s big and empty and somehow always manages to be cold even during summer.

“come on, i’ll show you around.”

it’s as they walk through the house that Becca realises she’s not quite sure what they are. they aren’t enemies, and now she wonders if they ever actually were. and they definitely aren’t dating. dating implies some level of commitment that Becca doubts she could ever really give. and then there would be intimacy and comfort and little inside jokes that they’d share quiet smiles over.

but that doesn’t matter anyway because she would never want to date Alex—never ever. dating Alex would be complicated and messy and she has a reputation and expectations that Alex doesn’t fit and—

“you doin’ alright there?”

“huh?” Becca shakes the thoughts away.

Alex tilts her head to the side and offers a small curious smile that manages to worm its way into Becca’s heart and find a place for itself amidst all the dark twisty tendrils that have been growing with each passing day.

“why are you looking at me like that?” Becca asks, her tone both defensive and amused.

“like what?”

“like you’re trying to read my mind.”

“i’m not, i just—” Alex sighs and Becca suddenly wonders what she’d been about to say. “you mentioned swimming?”

“swimming, right.” Becca knows a digression when she hears one, but she points to a room Alex can get changed in and says she’ll meet her downstairs.

Becca doesn’t actually swim. she sits on the edge of the dock beneath the dying afternoon sun and traces the water with her toes. Alex swims though, splashes around for a short while and tries to gently prod Becca in too. but Becca holds firm and insists that she’s more than happy on the dock.

Alex climbs out later, dripping water onto the dock and creating a small puddle that manages to spread and reach Becca’s leg. she pretends Alex dripping water on her irritates her and pretends to hate it when she flicks water at her.

Alex sits down beside her, and Becca thinks she’s waiting for her to break the silence that’s comfortably settled between them.

“do you wanna talk about it?” Alex finally asks.

Becca wonders which it they’re talking about—her parents’ divorce or the fact that some fundamental piece of their relationship or friendship or whatever they are, is changing. maybe it’s both. maybe it’s neither.

“thank you for visiting me,” she says instead. “i’m sure it pales in comparison to a road trip with your friends.”

“hardly.” Alex smiles and nudges Becca’s shoulder with her own. “we were all cramped in a van that doesn’t have working a/c. besides, i like hanging out with you, it’s…”

Becca raises her eyebrows, curious and nudging Alex on.

“easy.”

Becca laughs, like, full body laughs. never in her life has she been described as easy to be around.

“what’s so funny?”

“nothing, nothing.” Becca tries to suppress her laughter, but it doesn’t work.

“i was trying to be nice.” Alex makes a show of being hurt, even makes to leave, but the smile on her face tells a very different story.

“no, sorry.” Becca places her hand gently on Alex’s arm; wants her to believe the sincerity behind her words. “it was nice and i didn’t mean to laugh. i’ve just never been described as easy before, and with everything going on, i guess it’s been a while since something’s made me laugh.”

“oh.” Alex settles on the dock again and Becca’s hand remains on her arm. “are you talking with your parents much?”

Becca shrugs. “mom’s trying. i think we’re both just having a hard time adjusting to speaking to each other. it’s been good but strange.”

“and your dad?”

Becca barks out a laugh. “i think he’s just as clueless. only difference is he’s not making much of an effort. my sister and i were supposed to spend some time with him here over the summer. look how that turned out.”

“i’m sorry.”

“i don’t need pity—”

“i wasn’t pitying you.”

“i know, but it’s just…”

“just…?”

and Alex’s arm is suddenly very warm beneath Becca’s hand. warm and solid and grounding and— they’ve done this before. played this game where they share their insecurities and offer something dangerously close to companionship.

it won’t end well, she thinks, but her heart thumps along and tells her to indulge just this once. what’s one more time anyway?

“we shouldn’t,” Becca breathes, because one of them needs to say it.

“probably,” Alex agrees, but neither of them move to put some space between them.

“but we could.”

“definitely.”

“it would be” —amazing is the word she thinks— “fun,” is the word she says with a playful lilt to her voice that she hopes distracts from the longing want she can feel in her bones.

they’re closer now, faces no more than a couple inches apart, and the air around them feels stiff somehow, like the world around them took one massive breath and is now waiting for them to do something about the balloon of tension that’s been slowly inflating for months.

and then the balloon bursts, and there’s kissing and moaning and wandering hands and— oh god, Becca suddenly remembers why she wanted to do this again. it feels like electricity zapping up and down her body. it hurts and it heals, and she wonders if they’ll ever do this again—silently hopes that they will.

she pulls Alex closer, decides that it’s still not enough—some tiny part of her heart hums and says that it never will be—and moves to straddle her lap and thread her fingers through her hair.

“here?” Alex asks between frantic and hurried kisses.

Becca hums and urges Alex’s hands further down her body.

it happens quickly after that. the coil inside Becca tightens each time Alex moves her fingers and moans her name and nips at her neck and— it snaps. the coil snaps and its wonderful and horrible and Becca is suddenly acutely aware of the place Alex holds in her heart.

and that— it terrifies her, because for the first time in her life she has no idea how it will go.

they head back up to the house not long later, stumbling through the first floor and upstairs as they share laughs and kisses. and when they reach the foot of the bed, Becca pushes Alex back and is quick to return the favour.

Becca wakes early in the morning on her side and facing Alex who’s fast asleep and completely dead to the world. she takes this moment, this brief interlude, to consider her next move.

the last time they did this, she left as soon as she woke up. though leaving isn’t exactly an option right now, and Becca finds that even if it were, leaving is the last thing she wants to do.

she brings her hand to Alex’s face and brushes a loose piece of hair behind her ear. the gesture, though small, is enough to cause Alex to stir.

“hi,” Alex says, her voice heavy with sleep and eyes barely open.

“hi.”

“you were right,” she says, sporting a tired grin, “it was fun.”

Becca hums and shifts closer to Alex, tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder. “how long can you stay?”

“how long do you want me to stay?”

“i asked you first.”

“so?”

“humour me.”

their back-and-forth is light, airy. it’s how they usually talk. but there’s insecurity that hides beneath it all. insecurity that itches to be breathed into the world and soothed away.

“well, my friends and i were going to the aurora music festival tomorrow.”

“oh.”

“but maybe, if you wanted to, you could come with?”

“are you asking me to go with you?”

“i asked you first.”

Becca smacks Alex’s shoulder but can’t stop the smile on her face. “yes, i want to go.”

“good” —Alex leans in then, stops only when their lips are just about to touch— “because i really want you to come with me.”

“is that so?”

Alex hums and brings their lips together in a slow and easy kiss that Becca’s all too happy to get lost in.

“wait, hang on.” Alex pulls away, a suddenly serious expression on her face. “you didn’t tell me how long you wanted me to stay.”

forever is the word she thinks, but she just smiles and brings their lips together again, and she thinks that Alex might just understand.

#my writing #request #anon #becca davenport #becca x mc #the freshman #the sophomore #the junior #the senior #playchoices

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writingbykrystal · 3 years

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"See ya, Jack!" called Jessie as Jack left th building.

"Bye, Jess," Jack called back, waving tiredly. It had been a brutal day today. Three different small villain organizations had all robbed various buildings that day, the last two only being fifteen minutes apart. To make matters worse, Leah and Eva had both come down with the flu, leaving Jack and Jessie short staffed today, and Jack's car had broken down and Izzy was out of town, leaving nobody to carpool with.

Sighing, Jack started on the twenty minute walk back to his apartment. He really didn't want to walk, but he had no other option, since Thomas worked on the other side of town, and wouldn't be done work for another hour or so anyway.

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About five minutes away from home, Jack feels his wallet start to fall from his pocket. He grabbed it, and shoved it back in, and kept walking. A couple seconds later, however, he feels it slide out of his pocket again.

He looks around, confused, and hears a piece of glass crunch behind him. On instinct, Jack throws a puff of frost in the direction of the sound. The ice makes contact, and spreads over the thing it hit. To Jack's confusion, there's nothing there, except the floating I've spot.

The ice spot makes a sound, that sounded like a human squeal, and then starts moving away down an alley.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. That ice spot was a person with invisibility powers. And that person just so happened to have stolen his wallet.

Jack swore, and started sprinting down the alley, chucking more frost.

The alley eventually ends in a chain link fence. Jack can hear the sound of someone trying to climb the fence, so he quickly covered it in ice, making it impossible to climb.

He heard a shriek, and then a thud, as whoever was trying to escape fell off the fence. As he made his way down the alley, he saw that the person he was chasing became visible.

"Hey motherfucker, give me my goddamn wallet back," Jack said, walking toward the winded pickpocket.

The thief didn't reply.

Jack walked over and grabbed the thief's shirt. "I said, give me my wallet ba- What the hell, you're just a kid!"

The thief that Jack had happened to catch turned out to be a teenage girl, who by the looks of her, had been living on the streets, and was absolutely terrified of Jack.

Jack let go of her shirt, and she started crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, here's your wallet back, I didn't take anything else, I promise, please don't take me to the police, I'll leave, I won't steal again, I'm so so sorry, please don't call the cops!"

Jack was also starting to panic. He had no idea what to do with a teenage girl, much less one who he had just caught stealing and was now sobbing in the back of an alleyway.

"Um, hi, hi, uh, please stop crying, I won't call the cops, just please stop crying, please?"

The girl looked at him. "You're really not gonna call the cops?" she asked.

"Look kid," Jack replied. "You're obviously going through a tough time, and I'm gonna guess that you're running from something, maybe a bad home situation, or foster care. Am I on the right track?"

The girl had almost stopped crying at this point. "Yeah," she sniffed. "Something like that."

Jack crouched down beside her, but she flinched away, so Jack stood up again. "Listen, kid, I don't wanna call the police, but I'm also not gonna let you go back out onto the street tonight. So, you've got a couple options. You can either come back to my place tonight and have dinner with my boyfriend, and we can figure something out for you in the morning, or you can try to run, and I'll have to catch you again, and this time, I'll call the cops, and they'll be the ones to figure something out. Which do you feel like doing, kid?"

While he was talking, Jack had created another snowball and was casually tossing it back and forth between his hands.

The girl eyed it nervously. "I- I'll come with you."

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In Jack's apartment, the girl sat at the dining room table, nervously scanning the room.

"So, kid, what's your story?" Jack asked, trying to break the silence.

The girl just stared at the table.

"Okay," Jack said, "I'll start. As you could have already guessed, I'm Jack Frost, I work for Bright and I'm a hero in the city. But, my real name is Jack and that's what you can call me."

At this the girl looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Jack Frost's real, legal name is Jack? Like for real?"

Great. Fifteen minutes with this teenager and the sarcasm is already coming out.

"Yeah," Jack said. "It's short for Jackson, but I needed an alias for my resume, and I thought it was funny at the time."

The girl snorted. "I'm sure you did."

Jack shook his head. "Anyways, that's my story, what's up with you?"

The girl looked at him for a long time, before deciding to speak.

"My name is Chloe. And you're right, I did run away from foster care. There were tons of other kids there, and they were treated well, but not me, just because if these stupid powers. They bullied me and called me a monster. The "parents" would hit me, and lock me in my room. They didn't want me to hurt the "normal" kids. I ran away from home after home, but I kept getting caught. Finally I figured out how to use my powers well enough to not be found. Until now I guess."

Chloe laughed bitterly. "And now I've been caught again. By the city's coldest hero. I guess you're not called a freak if you're famous. Now what, you're gonna send me back to foster care?"

When she had finished talking, she sat back in her chair, looking utterly defeated. Jack had been listening to her story in silence. He really had no idea what to do with this poor kid sitting in his kitchen.

Standing up, he asked the only thing he could think of to do at the moment. "You like pizza?"

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About an hour later, the door opened and Thomas walked in.

"Hey, Jack, I'm hom- what the hell, who is this?"

Jack grabbed Thomas's arm and pulled him into the kitchen.

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you everything, but promise you won't get mad."

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"So, basically, she's here now, and I don't know what to do with her."

Thomas sighed. "Well, she obviously can't go back on the streets, and foster care clearly has been hell for her. I don't know what we can do, except keep her here for the night at least. We can figure out what to do with her in the morning."

Thomas and Jack walked back out into the living room. As Thomas opened the door, he hit something solid, which then made an indignant squeak.

Jack laughed. "Word of advice, kid, when you eavesdrop, don't stand in the way of the door."

Chloe turned visible and looked at the floor. "Sorry," she muttered.

"Well," said Thomas. "I'm guessing you heard everything we said in there."

Chloe nodded sheepishly.

"Well then," Jack continued. "I guess you know that we want you to stay here at least for tonight, until we figure out what to do with you."

"I can't speak for sure what will happen, but I can promise that you will not go back into the streets or into the system again, and you will absolutely not go to jail for trying to rob my boyfriend," Thomas said.

Chloe met Thomas's eyes. "Thank you," she said, in a small voice, and then yawned.

"Ok, kid, it's time for bed, let me get the air mattress set up for you in the living room," said Jack, and he and Thomas walked off to make a place for their impromptu guest to sleep.

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"Where the heck have you two been?" Jessie asked when Jack walked into work.

Jack and Thomas had both taken the week or so off to figure out living arrangements for Chloe. They both decided that it would be best for her to stay with them for the foreseeable future, and had been busy learning how to care for a sassy fourteen year old girl, in addition to converting the office that neither of them used into a bedroom, and buying a lot of things. Probably more than necessary.

"Well," Jack said, "I think me and Thomas kind of have a kid now."

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Ba-Na-Na Phone [March 9, 2021]

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Emerson lets out a small...breath as he makes his way up the stairs, still feeling...sweaty after the whole night run, great, as he makes his way over to the bathroom door, giving a quick knock on it. “...Can I come in?” He floats out, leaning against the wall beside the door as he waits for an answer.

Ray hears the knocking, drawing the floss out of his mouth as he holds it taut even still, “yeaaaaaah…” His brows moving briefly upwards as he sees Em, leaning to the right to make room for his beefy ass…

Emerson moves to open the door, sliding in beside Ray, just trying to… “First thing first, am I Overthinking everything right now…?” He asks Ray, his lips pushing just a bit to the side, looking over at him, just wanting to get a clear read on that, feeling like…he was possibly getting suckered into his own bullshit, when it Probably wasn’t necessary, but still…trusting Ray but not really trusting Himself in the moment, feeling like he was on the beginning of some sort of bullshit he didn’t need to be…

Ray turns towards Emmy, giving him a once over…lost a bit on where they were in the conversation as shit stood now…his left brow twitching up a bit, “…Are you?”

“I feel…a bit…in Doubt of myself, tonight, I guess…” Emerson admits as he rubs behind his neck, the words coming out a bit soft, quiet, a bit frustrated with himself that he still…felt that way, and that it was…probably dragging him down, and making him be annoying as all hell, shit… “…so maybe being a bit like…Worried about things that may not even be Things? But also think it is just good to talk sometimes, though also me thinking Too Much into it probably isn’t…helpful?” He ventures, looking at Ray to try and gauge where he was feeling, if he was being Too Much, or…

Ray’s eyes narrow as he tries to focus and follow the ping pong ping of jumbled generalizations and conflicting back and forth points…that weren’t amounting to much of anything, a wet soft sound coming from his lips as he presses them together for a beat, his hand resting on the side of the sink, “…Just say what you wanna Say…Em.”

Emerson feels his lips push to the side as he feels…the little stroke of guilt move through him as he folds his arms across his chest, “I just Love You, is all, and just…don’t want to be doing a bad job of not Showing it, or not giving you Enough…and I don’t know if I’m…actually doing a bad job or if I’m just…shitting on myself for no reason right now, but like…I just always want you to feel Loved, okay?” He offers with a little small…sniff, allergies, definitely, no big deal, “…sorry for being all over the place.”

Ray’s lips slowly curl upwards in spite of himself, “I love you too, crybaby.” His arm swinging upwards his palm softly rubbing along Em’s damp back, as he looks him dead on, repeating the word back to him, even as his lips tease a bit upwards, “Okay?”

“Okay,” Emerson affirms back, giving a quick rub of his sleeve to the little bit of…allergies that had escaped, Damn, spring really was here, wasn’t it, just already feeling…more centered, grounded, instead of just lost in the conflicting mess within his own head, even though has sure he was sweaty as hell, before letting out a small chuckle. “Sorry for the sweatiness, and also…Damn, at you being right again, shit really does run in the family, Big Baby is Heredetary…” He offers out before…the small strike of guilt from the last part of the text conversation moves over him, a small wish of a smile crossing his lips, another small little chuckle moving through him, even as he rubs behind his neck a bit. “…and sorry for being like…totally embarrassing, too.”

Ray gives Em one last rub along the small of his back as he hears the Big Baby comment, without a Doubt…“What’d I say?” He hums out, his hand easily drifting downwards to lightly and playfully clap one of his cheek’s, “All good, Chik’s not in here to give you shit over it. Your secrets safe with me…” Leaning to the side to toss, or try to anyway, the floss in the trash figuring he had done his share.

A playful little chuckle moves through Emerson as he feels a bit better about the whole shit and how like…totally embarrassing that was, before moving to draw Ray into a kiss, it being a bit…minty fresh, the thought amusing him a bit as the corners of his lips curl upwards a bit, “I Love You,” he breathes out again in reminder, wanting to Say It, and if he wanted to Say It, he should Say It, “…and I could also definitely use a Shower,” he admits with a little chuckle, sure he had already subjected Ray to enough Sweaty Emmy, “…and also just like…thank you, for letting me be my embarrassing self and just…be there with me, by my side, though all This,” he feels the need to say, with just how…jumbled, his thoughts on that whole Shit sometimes got, even though when they were actually in the Moment, it always just felt…Right, Natural, Good, and Ray was probably Right, about the whole not needing to overthink the shit, but…sometimes it just Happened, Little Emmy Things, he guessed, even as he knows the kind of…yeah, behind it, Yeah.

A low hum of contentment passing through Ray as he opens his eyes again, still feeling the remnants of a spark across his lips from the kiss. “…I love you.” Ray lowly murmurs back, his brow hitching upwards as he looks over at the shower from his peripheral view, “I’m not stopping ya…” Ray teases a bit back, hearing the smattering of thanks he didn’t need in the slightest, “Mhm. Mhmmm. Mhmmm.” He nods a bit along with Em, taking hold of his face with his left hand and sinking into him once again, “All In.” He softly breathes out in recognition before drawing his shirt over his head and tossing it at Em’s face, already working his way out of his boxers, figuring he could get a jumpstart on washing his ass before Em’s sweaty swamp ass took up all the hot water…

“Same here,” Emerson breathes back in return after finally drawing back, a smile twitching happily on the corner of his lips, before letting out a snort as he feels the shirt hit his face, taking his own off, half considering throwing it right back butttt…nah, he decides, in his head, a distinctly Ray tone to the word as he tosses his own gross ass sweaty shirt to the ground, along with his running shorts and the rest of the shit, moving in to the shower as he moves to fully, wholly, deeply, envelop Ray into a kiss, as he feels the water cascade down around him, already feeling really nice after that long run.

— One Handsy and Flirty Showa Later —

Emerson relaxes back on the sheets of the bed, it just Hitting Different after a shower, ahhh, drawing Ray into him, as a curiosity moves through him. “You still down to…Sit through my embarrassing skills…?” He floats out there, a bit of a chuckle moving through him as he doesn’t quite wanna say Ittttttt…but Ray knew what he meanttttttt… “You won’t judge me for not being Next Level with that shit like you…?” He lightly teases as he playfully raises his eyebrow, a twitch of an amused little grin crossing his lips.

A lopsided touch of a smirk makes it appearance on the leftmost side of Ray’s mouth, hovering over Em as he sees the drop of water fall into his eye and the rapid blinking followed soon after, stifling his laugh as he draws down and kisses Em, slow and long…“…shut up…get outta your head.” His voice low, soft, even as he moves onto his side beside Em, raking his fingers through his still wet hair, the sensation relaxing him a smidge, “So…how do you wanna do…this…?”

Emerson lets out a laugh as he feels the water move into his eyeeee, whatta shittt, moving to get a little bit of water from his own hairrr and flick it, just so, back at Ray, sticking his tongue out as a warm laugh escapes him, before moving fully into the kiss, before rolling onto his side to look at Ray, a little sheepish half-smile tugging on his lips as he takes him in, “I just want to like…make you feel as fucking Good, as you make me feel, when you do the whole…y’know, so Damn Well…like…Fuck,” he tries to explain, as he lets out a little chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed at his awkward ass way of explaining it but also like, remembering how fucking Good it felt, and wanting to do That, “…but like I feel like when I do it, it’s not like…that fucking…mmm shit you do to me, that like…holy fuck, y’know?” He tries to explain, feeling his face redden just a little bit, the little sheepish smile remaining on his lips as he loosely moves his fingers through Ray’s still-wet scalp. “So I guess I just wanna know…what the most like…holy fuck kind of shit I could do for you would be, or like…how to raise my ass eating game to your level because…damnnnnnnn…” He playfully teases out at the end, a little chuckle moving through as the corners of his lips perk up.

Ray’s eyes cut to the side as his lips silently draw apart, a faint tweak briefly pushing forward from them as Em…goes further on…fucking hell, his brows crinkling as his lips open more to say…to say…“Heh.” The soft barely audible sound pushing out of his throat, the scratching along his scalp pulling his attention back to Em, a soft push of a incredulous snort coming out of him at the question (?) “I don’t—I don’t fucking know…Jesus.” The last word coming out in a touch of a whisper, his fingers scratching against the side of his neck, “…just do it.” He finds himself explaining, how else could he, his eyes drifting closed as his lips find…Em’s cheek (?) drifting a bit further to what he could only assume was…peeking a bit to…exactly, his neck…pressing a few kisses along his skin, still smelling the Irish spring, …festive.

“You’re so fucking…good at it, though,” Emerson softly murmurs back as he looks at Ray, gently trailing his fingers along his scalp as they move through his hair, even has he feels the kiss, his eyes gently flitting closed as he relaxes into the sensation, it just feeling nice, and so good, “Like…you always know how to make me feel Good, fucking…like nothing Else, like…but also Safe and…Warm…and…like you know my body in a way I don’t even know, and just…I feel like I’m not as like…in tune…with that for you, and I…want to be, to give you what you give me?” He softly murmurs out, finding the need to kind of…say that, even as he feels himself relax into the kisses…

Ray softly swallows a bit feeling his lips push upwards even as his lips tighten a bit, breathing in instead of…yeah. A deep stirring within him at the words, underneath the top layer of…mmm…letting the breath softly pass through his nostrils, drawing himself back to look down at Em, raking his hair back so he didn’t need to get water boarded or some shit, his gaze closely following along with Em’s, “All right. So…kiss Me…”

Emerson gently takes in Ray as he moves to trail his hand down the side of his face, resting it there as he moves in closer to him, closing the gap between them as he draws him into a long, slow, sensual kiss, just…lingering in it, the feelings that came with it, the warmth, the love, feeling the need to just…Say It, again, in the moment, “Ik hou van jou. Oneindig,” (infinitely) he lowly, warmly breathes out against his ear as he draws back, before resting a few, delicate kisses in the space there, along his neck, downward, taking his time with each kiss as he moves downward, just wanting to show how much he loved Ray, all of him…

“Ik hou van jou.” Ray lovingly whispers back, as he lies back where Em had been before him, his arms stretching upwards and out as he takes in a breath, feeling the slight ticklish sensation against his skin, his head rubbing back along the pillow not quite getting It, closing his eyes as he feels a sense of relief as his fingers scratch at the Spot that had been calling to him, his palm resting onto his chest as he absentmindedly scratches his chest, trying to just…enjoy the shit for a change. His lips tweaking up gently as he feels the trail, his body further relaxing as mmm… a yawn airily overtakes him, oh shitttt, biting along his forearm as he blinks his eyes open, his palm rubbing roughly against his eyelid as he looks to Emmy, making a conscious, “Mmmmmm…” (?) trying to deepen it a little more? Feeling like it sounded too fake to start wanting to let him know, yeah, you know…the yawn having been a total fluke.

Emerson stops the kisses as he wonders if he was…being too drawn out with the whole thing (?), or if Ray was just tired, “Not good?” He asks, attentively looking up at him, wanting to…get the shit to be as good as it was when Ray did it for him, but also… “Or just…tired?”

“…nah. It’s Good.” Ray lowly mutters out, giving him a sleepy smile, trying to pluck what words to say, “…so…hot?” The right side of his face scrunching up, what the fuck…closing his eyes because he had no other choice in the beat of the moment, “…keep going.”

“No, that’s you…” Emerson lowly murmurs out against Ray’s skin, kissing lower, still with a delicacy and purpose to his movements but now adding in a bit more…heat, to it, a sensual…je ne sais quoi, little bit of spice to it, wanting to…make it a bit hot, in his own way, “…the shit you do drives me wild, makes me so…” He lowly breathes out in between the kisses, the last word almost coming to him but not…quite, the little back hinge of embarrassment over the whole thing kicking back to him, settling for just a lowly murmured, “…fuck,” as he continues to be explore, appreciate Ray’s body with that more…heated mm, to it all, as it picks up…

A soft push of air comes out of Ray’s nose as his hip tweaks a bit forward at the nips and shit, not having expected them…rubbing his head back a bit as he softly chuckles again trying to just take his own advice and get out of his own head, relax…new experiences, and all…his lips curling upwards as a gentle faint rumble moves through his stomach, “…so…fuck?” He repeats back, a bit of shit giving…a soft intake of breath rolling into him as his toes twist a bit on his left foot…

“Like….you know…” Emerson lowly murmurs in between the heated, je ne sais quooooi, kisses, hoping it was good and he was bringing the right…mmmmm…to it all, a bit of playfulness, even as he moves more sensually in his kisses, picking up into his tone, “…you’re not going to make me say It…are You…?”

Ray reaches baccccck for the other pillow, wrapping his arm back around it hnhhhh, a low sigh coming out of him, as his lips curl a bit in silent amusement, giving a loose shake of his head, “…nahhhh…”

“Gooood….” Emerson lowly murmurs back, before looking up at Ray for confirmation, “…do you still want to do this?” He asks, before proceeding further, just wanting to make sure Ray was still down and feeling it, almost kind of…excited to try this out again, see if he could Do It the way Ray did and make him feeeeeel the way he did, mm….a little cock of a playfully mischievous tug forming on the edge of his lips…

Do What?” Ray chuckles a half-smirk slowly makes it debut, “just s’pose to lay here…yeah? Pull a couple of these…” Ray’s voice trailing off as he smushes his face tightly, then transitions into closing his eyes and letting his tongue lull out of his mouth, slowly drawing it back in as he makes a cacophonous noise a not quite parody of Em and the gist of what those porn stars sounded like the last time when they had skimmed a few of the especially corny ones…pumping his fist into the air….mnmnnnnnnnnnn.

“Let me eat your assssss…..” Emerson replies, the little half-grin spreading even as his tone lowers at the last word, a little flit of embarrassment still moving through him at Saying It in the middle of the playfulness, before a snort moves through him before bursting into a full on laughhhh, “Stopppppp….” He lets out in between laughsssss, before getting back to the whole What of it all, “…and like…how much of a ‘Top’ you want me to be…?” He floats out back as he feels the little flush of embarrassment again, hoping he wasn’t saying it too fucking awkwardly, but wanting to know if Ray wanted him to like…do a Full On Take Charge kind of thing, or just like…what he did for him, or like something Else entirely, wanting to give Ray the best experience he could, one that he would be really into…

“Eugh.” Ray’s tongue pushing out in playful disgust, his eyes warming a bit at the unchecked sound of Emmy’s laughter, a soft smack of his lips cutting through the air as he opens his mouth a bit…unsure, was this like some role play shit or something? Or did he forget this was his thing he wanted to do? “Uhhhh…how much do you wanna be?” His toes stretching and tapping a bit against the cool sheet…

A little chuckle moves from Emerson as his nose warmly crinkles a bit, the little half-grin cocking a bit upwards, before hearing the questionnn… “Noooo, what would be the most….hot for you?“ He asks, playfully rolling out the Word, wanting this to be about Ray and what He Wanted….

Ray snakes his arm out from underneath the pillow, sitting up as he looks at Em dead on, his hands softly tugging at his face, “You would. You make me so harrrrd…” His soft, serious words undercut by the amusement of the last one as he draws it ouuuut, plucking it back from what he Assumed Emmy had wanted to say before in his gush fest, if that part wasn’t wholly obvious to him, he’d just fucking say it. Pulling in even closer, his lips pressing onto Em’s alighting a fresh spark into him as his eyes drift closed, the sweetness of it holding true even as a hungriness grows within him…his hands naturally moving from his cheeks, along the back of his neck, his shoulder blades…

“Oh my godddd, how did you know what I was going to sayyyy…?” Emerson teases back with a punctuated gasp of Shock, a warm playfulness sparking into his eyes, even as the words make him feel a….mmmm, yeah, moving closer into Ray as he indulges in the kiss, deeply, a bit hungrily, pulling back to murmur, because he might as well Say It, fuck, “…you make me so fucking Hard…” He finishes the sentence in a low, breathy murmur, even as he feels the bit of embarrassment flush beneath the surface at Saying It that’s drowned out as he moves fully, deeply back into the kiss, wanting more, but… “Tell me how you Want Me…” He lowly murmurs out against Ray’s ear in a heated breath, not sure if they were still going with the original plan or Ray was going to go for it, cool with either really, but just…feeling that Want move through him, in the moment, mm…

A soft snicker lowly rolls out of Ray as his shoulder rises briefly upwards as the rustle of a whisper tickles his ear, “…yeah?” His lips curling up a bit in warm delight, “…what’re you gonna do about it?” He murmurs back, a beat passing before he wraps his arm around him, pulling him into a headlock and giving him a good noogie…for all that shit-talking he had been doing earlier…heh. His arm naturally moving back around him as he presses a soft kiss along his temple. “nah. but, really…you trying to….smash smash?” He asks seriously, tweaking his eyebrow upwards until a snort cuts out of him, a widespread innocently charmed grin alighting his face.

“….yeah,” Emerson warmly replies, a playful delighted grin flickering his lips before a laugh moves through him at the noogie, “…No fairrrrr…” He lets out at the sneak attack, trying to pull one of his own little moves to get out of it before he feels Ray release him from the headlock, a warm laugh moving through him again as he draws Ray back in closer to him, resting some kisses along his jaw, “Oh hell yeah…” He offers out, in a low, sensual, Serioussss tone….before a chuckle moves through him, his eyes brightening with a playfulness, “…or be smashed, totally cool with that, too…” He adds in, a half-grin crossing his lips, trying to gauge which way he was leaning, which way Ray seemed to be leaningggggg, hmhmhmmm….before resting a few kisses along Ray’s ear, before lowly murmuring, a breath away, “Sit your ass on my face…?” A playfully amused grin crossing his lips, a part of him still wanting to give it a go, and always good to do before a smash smash, sooo…even as he has to do a little internal snort at his own thoughts, but still…not feeling so embarrassed any more, he realizes, and just…feeling kind of good and natural, and adventurous…just a smidge.

A warm strike sizzles within Ray at the lowly spoken answer, only stoking his want even more…his brow quirking a bit at the mixed signal…coming in unexpectedly, a soft hm passing through him, he could do that. “Li—” He lowly starts off his words commingling into a chuckle of surprise, uhhh…huh. The rightmost corner of his lips tugging upwards, as he draws Emmy back down, his lips warming his own, as he pivots himself breaking the familiar warmth for a few beats as he straddles over Em’s face, his arms reaching out and settling along the bed frame as he tries to make it so it was what Em wanted without slapping his dick against his forehead, pffffft…the image causing a soft cough to rise out of him as he feels Em’s hands on his thighs, drawing him further downnnnn…

“C’mere, sit it your ass on my faceeeee….” He lowly, but playfully says this time as the whole line from that one song about sitting your ass on the throne strikes him in the moment and tickles him a bit, a grin curling onto his lips, moving to place his hands on Ray’s thighs to draw him down, downnnn, if he was suffocated by the ass, so be it, was like that one tweet said, right? It’s all loveee, mhmmm, just feeling…relaxed and kind of ?? good about it? As he just kind of…lets his tongue do the talking, do tongues not always do the talking, though? He internally muses with a flit of amusement, even as his tongue glideeees just so, doing his best to pay attention to how Ray was reacting and adjust accordinglyyyy…

Ray closes his eyes just trying to get Into It, arching his back a bit as his hand closes around himself, blinking his eyes open for a beat so he could…the salvia drawing downnnn…and fuck. Letting go, and redirecting his focus on…shit. His fingers gently raking back through Em’s hair, disperse and disappear…yeah, that was the move. His lips curling upwards in quiet amusement as he feels Em’s hands push against his ass, like having two fucking thanksgivings in one house, kinda degree of separation of his ass…cheeks. Pfft. A barely audible snort escaping him, a hum, following shortly thereafter…ehh…this wasn’t so bad, he guessed kinda wei…different. Not his top thing. But, eh. He wasn’t complaining or anything, his fingers moving in deeper and grazing Em’s scalp hearing the sounds coming out of him, even now…seems like it was a Thing for him, a crooked half-smile pushing in the leftmost corner of his mouth. His hip twitching a bit to the side of its own accord as he deeeeply breathes in, riding it out for a little while longer, making his spit shot to where he had wanted it to go, this last time…his hand slowly gliding against himself, his wrist twisting just a touch…eh. Shit. His hand eventually finding its way ontop of Em’s for a beat before sliding down a some, his legs straddling alongside him, hovering overtop of him for a few beats, leaning down to kiss him…easily becoming lost in the otherworldly sensations it brought forward through him. God, he Loved Him. His thumb lightly swiping against the corner of his lip, “…you wanna…you know, now? Eh? …think I’m Good To Go…” He lowly informs him, with a bit of a tinge of a sheepish curl of a barely there smile.

Emerson’s little internal playful musings in the middle of the whole wonderful it’s all love Experience, could he call it by its name, it’s Actual Name, Dare He, even in the safe space of his mind? Eating….ass, he punctuates with a playful zesty mischeviousness as he eats that ass, eats that ass? Em, really? C’monnn…He playfully chides himself as he continues…until he feels Ray move, wondering if he had…fucked up somewhere? Maybe? The thought intrusively cutting in before he could wrestle with it only for it to fall by the wayside, fading into the back of his mind as it is dashed and scattered by the warmth, the love, the indescribable feeling as he feels Ray’s lips meet his, warmly, wholly, drawing into him, the corners of his lips naturally parking upwards, looking at Ray with a playful warmth before he years the you know, causing a light twinkle of mischief to spark into his eyes, “You know…?” He faux innocently teases out, teasing back to the question Ray had asked before, when he had made him Say It, say the words, the fabled, mystical words, Let Me Eat Your Asssss…..A little flush moving onto his face as a sheepishness weaves into the smile present onto his lips as he hears himself say the Words again, letting out a little bashful chuckle at himself and how Bold he Said It, shit, but also…amused? At himself, even though it was a little embarrassing, and he tried? Right? And that was Something, trying, not being afraid, hopefully doing something Good, the little sheepish half smile cocking onto his lips. “Was it good?” He asks, just to make sure, but this was a Safe Space? Right? A time to learn and grow and…Eat That Ass, the thought flickers into his mind as he tells hims to stopppppp It, Em, stoppppp, sometimes he needed to hear it his own damn self, he thinks with a playfully chiding glimmer of amusement swirling through his thoughts…

Ray’s gaze cuts to the side a smidge as he sucks the side of his cheek, the sound…palpable in the moment, squinting his eyes if but for a moment. Heh. He was…a little Shit. A stream of air pushing through his nose as he focuses back in on Em, his lips spreading apart about to say some shit of his own until the soft question disrupts it, Uh…huh. “For me? Yeah. Yeah, it was Good…” Ray warmly, breathily, murmurs back his fingers softly spreading against the edges of his lips, his gaze lingering on them. “Good…for you?”

“Is it…everything you hoped and dreamed it would be?” He teases with a bit of light, playfulness but also softness to his tone, playful, but with a bit of truth…underlying the playful veneer of the question, hoping that it was Better than Good, that it was what Ray wanted, just…wanting to make him feel the way Ray made him feel, a warmth swirling in his eyes as he looks at him, “I’m still not like…You level good, I think…” He truthfully says, sure he wasn’t like…Killing it or anything, but…he felt comfy? Doing it? He enjoyed it? And if Ray liked it, then…it was Good, right? Before the little bit of playful mischief curls back into his smile as he leans in, a breath away from Ray’s ear, playfully brlowing a stream of air before lowly asking, “Do what?” In the same way that Ray had asked before when he made him say It, the It, the You Know What…

A half garbled chuckle pushes out of Ray, drawing his right leg back over as he settles onto his side, beside Em. A lopsided half-smile tugging the western most side of his mouth. “Shut uppppppp…” His voice coming out low and warm, leaning in closer to kiss along Emmy’s sternum. Soft. And slow. His head raising a bit at the question, his lips slowly curling upwards before the word even leaves his lips, “Me.”

“Noooo….” Emerson lowly, warmly teases back as the corners of his lips tug upwards as he feels the kiss, his fingers lightly grazing Ray’s scalp, “Not going to shut up….” He playfully reminds, giving his cheek a light little flick, a warm amusement moving through him at Ray’s response, along with a stiring of mmm, before, just wanting to double check, “Was it like good Good or do you need something more…?” He asks to make sure, wanting to make sure he’d be good and comfy, not going to take offense if so, he was no Pro at it or anything….

Ray squints his eyes, feeling the light lingering twinge of a sting against his cheek causing him to draw his head up, “I don’t need it, but I want…you.” Ray replies back a tenderness to his tone, his arm reaching across his chest, his thumb edging slowly across his cheek, “Put your dick in my ass?” He softly murmurs out, as he leans over further, his chest pressing against Em’s as he sucks in a bit of air, it pushing out of him almost instantly as he breaks out into a fit of laughter, his stomach tightening like hell, not having been able to hold it together after that. A softer chuckle cutting out of him as he presses his lips to the side of Em’s face. One. Two. Three times.

A warm softness easily moves onto Emerson’s lips as he hears the part about wanting Him, his fingers gently moving along Ray’s scalp before…a twitch of amusement moves through him in the moment as oh shit, it kind of registers, a small warm snort moving through him, “You Can have Me and Lube if you need it…” He teasingly offers out but also Reminds, Because like…he wasn’t a Pro and Ray didn’t have to be all Badass and like…you know, he was endowed…he guessed, a little sheepish awkwardness moving through him at the thought before he hears that Voiceeeeeee, a laugh erupting through him as well, “Stoppppp, I thought you hated Thatttt!” Emerson playfully reminds in between laughs, lightly giving Ray a nudgeeeee, because No Fair, before trying to give him that Look He Hateeeed, because it was only Fair for him to do it, Too. “Put my Dick…in Your…Ass?” He tries with his best sweet innocence before the whole character slips away just as fast as it came, the warm chuckles sputtering through before feeling the kisses, his lips twitching upwards, before drawing Ray into a deep, warm kiss, before drawing back, a breath away from his ear, lowly, but playfully, as a spark of mischief moves through him, whispering, “Say the Magic P Word…”

Ray keeps going tilting his head even as the warm afterglow of amusement resonates within him, feeling the nudges, his attention flickering upwards ….eugh. His fingers splaying over Em’s face, not That…shitttttt. Pffffft. His hand gravitating to the right side of his chin, tilting his head towards him. His eyes softly closing as an smile curves upwards as his lips meet his own, reveling in it until he feels the…mm. Hooking his leg over to the opposite side of Em, hovering over him, angling down kissing the side of his mouth, “Pie-Thag-Reeeeee-…Ummmmmm…theoryyyy…” He lowly murmurs out, in between slow kisses along his jaw.

A warm chuckle moves from Emerson as he moves Ray’s hand off his faceeeeee, playfully sticking his tongue out at him before meeting him fully in the kiss, a warm toothy half-grin cocking upwards on his lips in spite of it being the Wrong one, “The Other one…” He lowly murmurs out against Ray’s ear as he rests a few kisses nearby before adding, a warm flicker of teasing moving into his tone, “…and I think you mean the Pie-Thackorean Theoremmmm, Actuallly…” He punctuates in his best scholarly tone, even as it remains lowly spoken…

Ray’s lips part as he takes in a bit of air, a crossroads between a dying set of brakes and a moan pushing forcefully out of him. His head smacking down against Em’s chest as a deep thunderous eruption of laughter spills out of him, the intensity of the UuUUuuuh, too much even for him, the laughter soon dying out in a sputtering mess as he rolls his head a bit to the side, smacking his lips and a kiss besides Em’s nipple closest to him, letting a throaty hummmm rumble out of him, and against Em’s chest. Could it be….“…pumppppppkin?” He murmurs out, playfully biting his nipple…

Emerson hears the…not exactly sure what it was in the moment, but shit, laughter moving from him as well, lightly tapping his fingers in thought along Ray’s back as he lets out a contemplated hummmm…. “Close, and I can give you extra credit for that…” He murmurs out, before, trying to get his tone all sexy-like, deep, firm, like he was one of those badass Doms or some shit, or whatever they were calleddddd, “Say Please,” he commands, commanddddds, he thinks, the whole thing just seeming so ohmygoddddd coming from him, shit, fuckkkk… a smile cracking through the whole thing as laughter moves out of him at that whole Thing, shitttt, he could Not, a snort laugh cutting through as the laughter moves from him at how Unconvincing he was, but shittt, an amusement still moving through him at That and the Sound and the whole daddYyy kinda baby doll tone from before, a warm, deeply amused smile cracking through onto his lips…

Ray’s brows swiftly crease downwards as he hears Em speak, drawing his head back up…looking him over, catching the instant crack of a smile, his own slowly following suit…his lips smacking together as they parttttt…taking in a soft breath as he watches Em snort, so…sexy, hahaha. Ha. “So, are you saying you Don’t wanna take me on a first class trip to BoneTown…, Mister V? I stayed back from practice and everything…what the fucccck…” Ray remarks quickly back, what a fucking bummer. Gathering himself upright as he his gaze narrows…scanning the room forrrrr…“where is…my…banana hammock?”

“Are you saying you won’t even say an itty bitty pleaseeee, even for me…?” He playfully remarks quickly back even putting justttttt a bit of that baby voice into the last few words as they trill offfff, just because Ray hated it, a playful bit of mischief moving through him as his lips perk upwards, a full grin blossoming before hearing Ray’s words, banana making him remember…oh..Ohhhh, not sure if he ever answered but…reaching over the best he could without disturbing Ray too much as he reaches to open the nightstand drawer, his hand searching for no…no…ahaaaaa…his eyes alighting as he pulls It out, the Iconic, the Legendary…a snort moving through him at this shit even Existing and being sold at the Good Ol’ Sex Shop Next Door, before presenting it in Full Infomercial megawatt dazzling smile style, his other hand circling around it enticingly to show off the Product, all yours for just 59.99 plus tax and shipping, “Can I interest you in a wonderful, delightfully Enticing banana lube instead?” He does in his best charismatic Salesman voice, feeling it was worth double checking if he did need it before that trip to the legendary place that was Bonetown, he’d have to pick up a souvenirrrr while he was there, but also because it was Definitely a Product Every American Should Have In Their House and Not Be Withouttt.…a little amused snort moving through him at the Infomercial Guy’s voice presenting the banana lube in full splendor in his thoughts…

The movement draws Ray’s attention from the piles on the floor…back over to Not Mister V…his elbow pushing down against the bed as he rests his chin onto his palm, watching the impromptu infomercial, was this…Sponsored? Drawing his other arm out, palm up, “Please, by all means…let me try a sample first?” His fingers playfully wiggling out a bit, waiting for the pump pump dump…

“Of course, sir, you’ll find this sample has some delectable notes of ba-na-nahhhh to it…” He speaks forward, perfectly punctuating the words just so, as part of the Demonstration, the Sale, giving an emphatic, generous first pump, to allow him to see the product, to take it in, in all of its glory, before giving the second, the follow up, the pump that truly demonstrated what this product entailed, allowing Ray to take it in…

A low chuckle rolls out of Ray, hearing the cheesy salesman voice Em was seeming to be rocking with for the time being, seeing the…well fuck. Careful to keep his curved just a bit until he closes it and glides it between Em’s thighs…really giving the thing it’s due diligence, wanting to make sure this shit Worked as good as Advertised, leaning in to kiss Em’s cheek, as his hand easily continues to move along…damn? Maybe this was some effective shit after all. His kisses trailing down…along Em’s neck. “…some Good shit…” His words lowly flow out of him. “What do you think…?”

Emerson feels a soft breath as he feels the, mm, due diligence, and attention, given to the product test, shit, feeling Ray’s lips on his cheek before he places his hand on his cheek to draw him in to meet his lips fully, Damn, was this a demonstration for the ages, he was just that good of a Salesman, right, “Some good ass shit…” He lowly agrees back, before a little twitch of warm amusement moves through him as he looks at Ray, a little Easy, warm half grin crossing his lips, “Not as good as You, but…what Can compete with that?” He teasingly, warmly offers out, before a playfully mischevious look crosses his eyes as he draws Ray in closer to plant a few kisses along his jaw, “But I think there’s still one last Test I need to do…” He lowly murmurs out against his ear with a little hum at the end of his words…

Ray’s hand slows a notch further, his attention tuning into the wetness of Em’s tongue against his own, the warmth of his breath…his…a slow curve of a smile appearing as he blinks his eyes open softly looking to Em and slidiiiing his hand up and….away. Looking down for a flit of a moment, a warmth creeping along the sides of his neck…his finger poking Em’s chest, leaning in a bit as the word floats out from between his lips, easily, warmly…“You.” His head tilting to the side indulging in the warm teasing kisses against his skin, the breathy words tickling his ear causing a tiny tweak along the corresponding corner of his lips, his interest was…Piqued. “…oh yeah?”

“Me?” Emerson softly breathes back as he hears the words, a little smile peeking onto the edges of his lips, his fingers moving gently through Ray’s hair as he takes him in, a soft warmth crinkling onto his features, a glow of affection swirling within his eyes, fuck, did he love him. “Nah, all you,” he murmurs back, with a playful, lightly teasing Ray-ness to the words, even as a sincerity remains in them, the smile peeking upwards on the right side of his lips, before drawing Ray in close again for the kisses, hearing his response to the lowly murmured words… “Yeah…” He replies in a warm, low breath, drawing Ray into a deep, full kiss before easing into him, to do the Full and True test of how well this product worked, he had to be Thorough, right? His motions beginning slowly, sensually — if he would indulge himself and let him use that word about himself, but still — attentively, perhaps was better, but maybe there was a bit of…sensual-ness to him, some latent within the core of his being, and fuck, did he love Ray, along with his…a little internal chuckle moving through him as he moves to grab It, once again, he wasn’t going to yield that anything could compete with the way that Ray did It, but also…he was having fun and feeling…mmm…damn good and he wanted Ray to feel the same way, the best he could, his lips pressing against Ray’s neck as he…mmm…as they connect together, body, heart, and soul...with a little bit of help from the Product in Question, of course.

- BA NA NA PHONE COMPLETE -

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The Dating Game | Chapter One

8:37.

He was already thirty seven minutes late. Her fingers lightly tapped at the veneered mahogany bar top, the ice in her drink having nearly turned to water in the bottom of her empty glass as she picked up her phone to check the time once more. 8:38.

Slumping her shoulders in a soft sigh, she reached up to tuck a few strands of her red hair behind her ear as her narrowed stare drifted around the semi-full bar area of the restaurant. She carefully inspected each lonesome male guest one last time, hoping that maybe she had just overlooked the man she was there to meet. Her teeth scraped incredulously along her bottom lip, her back straightening slightly as she attempted to peer over the heads of seated patrons, though it was becoming increasingly obvious by the second that she may have been stood up.

“Are ya waitin’ for someone?”

The low voice startled her at first, but she just casually chuckled and glanced down at her phone. “Yeah...uh, a blind date actually,” she spoke up, tapping at her phone screen to check the time. 8:42. She rolled her eyes and gently peered over towards the stranger that was standing a few feet from her left, who she, for a moment, thought maybe could be her date. Her hazelnut eyes caught his bright blue ones before she noticed the soft sweep of his chestnut brown hair laying across his forehead and the rugged stubble of his beard adorning his jaw, and she, for a moment, almost wished he was her date. “He’s almost forty five minutes late already, pretty sure that’s not a good sign.”

The guy laughed; the roaring sound resonating right through her as she watched small crinkles form by the corners of his eyes. His infectious smile was lighting up his entire face. It made her smile too. “Probably not, no.”

His voice was deep, gritty almost and riddled with an Irish rogue that she was certain could send anyone to their knees. The young woman faintly cleared her throat at her thoughts and took to stirring the half melted cubs of ice around her glass with the straw. “Is there, like, some kind of handbook on first date etiquette?” she jokingly asked the man, shifting her stare back over to his. “How long should I sit here and wait like an idiot before it’s okay to get up and leave?”

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell ya,” he said with a heavy sigh, bringing his glass to his mouth to sip down the rest of his drink, “I don’t go out on dates that much.”

She sat back in her chair and chuckled at his, frankly astonishing, confession. One that, just by the looks of him, she was having a very hard time believing. “You’re joking, right? ‘Cause if you’re having a hard time finding a date, there is absolutely no hope for me.”

A flush overcame the man’s cheeks, and he bowed his head down slightly. “I wish I was jokin’!” he replied, looking back over at the stunningly gorgeous girl sitting just two feet from him. “It’s actually my job that makes datin’ kinda hard.”

“Yeah, I wish I could say that about my job,” she said with a slight narrowing of her one eye, “much better than realizing that men are just shit.”

Another laugh belted from him before he gave her a shrug. “Fair enough, I’ll give ya that. So...what is it that you do then?”

“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”

“Really? That’s nice.”

“Yup,” she nodded. “What about you, what do you do?”

He cleared his throat, his shoulders rounding as he rested his forearms on the edge of the bar, twirling his empty glass around against the wooden bar top. “Um...I’m a musician, a singer actually.”

“Well, that’s pretty damn cool,” she shot back with her eyes going big, “much cooler than my job.”

“Doubt that, you get to be with kids all day.”

She smiled and leaned towards him, reaching out to lightly lay the tips of her fingers over his right bicep. “Like I said, much cooler than my job.”

Sitting herself back up in her barstool, she flipped her long red hair over her shoulder and clasped her hands together on top of her crossed thighs. She was unaware of his wandering gaze on her at that moment: stretching down the long slope of her neck to the slight peek of her ample cleavage that was showing from her top. She had soft full lips, painted in a muted mauve color and a delicately rounded chin. She was absolutely captivating. He quickly averted his stare when she curiously flicked her eyes over to his, and he reached up to card a hand through his dark hair as a distraction. “Uh...can I, um, get ya another drink?”

She looked down at her empty glass, pondering his question. “You know what,” she started, glancing back over at him, “yeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”

He smiled at her and raised his hand to motion the bartender over to them. “Whatcha drinkin’?”

“Vodka soda.”

He rolled his lips into his mouth and nodded. “Vodka soda for the lady, please and I’ll have another Jameson, on the rocks.”

By that time, it was her gaze that was wandering over him as he ordered. She watched as his lips curled intricately around each word that left them, her eyes drifting from the small spots dotting across his thick neck up to the glow of the bar lights that flecked through his soft eyelashes. He was very beautiful. It almost made her nervous. Feeling the heat of her stare, he locked his eyes on hers and slid himself into the seat next to her. She pulled in a deep breath as he situated himself in his chair and she was quick to realize that not only was he crazy attractive, but he also smelled incredible. Of course he did.

Her stare flicked down to her lap. “So...are you here on a date too or…” she asked, her soft voice waning slightly.

“Oh no,” he replied, shaking his head, “I’m actually meetin’ some of my mates here soon, we’re goin’ out to some club. This is my buddy’s bar actually, so...it’s kinda like our designated meetin’ point.”

“Gotcha.”

“I’m Niall, by the way.”

Her brown eyes fell to his hand as he held it out towards hers. She shook it and gave him a sweet smile. “I’m Joey, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet ya, too.” Niall’s brow quirked up slightly as the last word left his lips and Joey couldn’t help but bite down on her bottom lip in reaction. He really was wicked handsome. “Can I ask...do ya do this often? Go out on blind dates?”

Her shoulders lifted in a laugh, a real genuine laugh that spilled effortlessly past her pouty lips like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day. Her eyes pinched shut and her nose scrunched with her loud giggle, and he couldn’t help but think how adorable she looked. It nearly left Niall breathless. But he just amorously smiled back at her. “Oh God, no,” she began, gathering her breath as the bartender set down their drinks, “this is actually the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. My best friend, Alexis, she made me download Tinder and Bumble a couple weeks ago-”

“Oh God-”

“I know, right? That’s what I said!” she agreed with another giggle. “But...I told myself that I should just try it out, ya know? Put myself out there, go on some dates, experience shit and see what happens. So...here I am. To be honest, this is the first real date I’ve been on in...a really long time. I’m...pretty nervous. And, of course, it’s already going super great, if you couldn’t tell.”

Niall let out a snort just as he went to take a sip of his drink. “Precisely why I barely ever go on dates…”

“I thought it was because of your job,” she snarkily replied, smirking at him around the straw of her drink. So she was clever too. Niall took notice and he chuckled.

“A bit of both, to be fair.”

“Ah, I see.”

“So, this guy you’re meetin’,” Niall began again, lightly waving his hand around as he spoke, “you know anythin’ about him?”

Joey set down her drink, her foot kicking back and forth as she pulled in a breath. “Um...not much really. He said that he is self- employed, around 5’11”, dark curly hair and that he was going to be wearing a light blue shirt.”

Niall’s mouth turned down at the corners. “Oooh sounds sexy,” he teased.

Tossing her head back in a boisterous laugh, his eyes went wide with enticement as her neck bared itself to him. Her shiny red hair flowed over her shoulder, cascading down her arm just as she reached up to cup her hand over her mouth. Niall’s heart might have skipped a few beats watching her. After her giggles had settled, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I’m sure I’ll be swept right off my feet,” she joked back at him.

“Dunno, Joey,” Niall said with a sarcastic click of his tongue, “he could be the one…”

She sighed dramatically. “I definitely better prepare myself.”

“Better have that officiant on speed dial.”

“Obviously. Every girl’s must-have on a first date.”

They both broke out into a fit of giggles and Joey couldn’t help but take note of how easy and comfortable she felt talking to Niall. She hadn’t felt that way in a long time. “So,” Niall said, picking up his half empty glass and readying himself for a sip, “have you ever been here before–”

“Joey?”

Whipping her head to the right at the mention of her name, the young woman was met with a dark curly haired man wearing a light blue button up shirt. She was almost disappointed to see him. “Oh...uh, Josh, right?”

“Yeah, sorry I’m so late. Traffic was a nightmare,” he mumbled, slapping his hand to the back of a nearby barstool. “Also I had to feed my cat.”

Joey’s brows buckled at the last bit, but she waved it off. “No, no, it’s no problem, really.”

He nodded. “Should we get our table?”

“Yeah, sure, let me, uh...grab my stuff.”

Turning back around, she captured Niall’s stare and gave him an awkward ‘ugh’ expression, one that he was fast to reciprocate with a chuckle. She stood herself up, smoothing down the front of her skirt before grabbing her bag and jacket. “Thank you so much for the drink, Niall,” she told him, keeping her tone low and between them, “And the friendly conversation.”

Niall nodded. “My pleasure, Joey. Have fun, and be safe.” Giving him a kind smile, she turned to follow her date, who had already begun to shuffle off towards their table. Niall watched as she walked away, Joey barely making it a few steps before she had glanced back at him over her shoulder. He had a coy half-smirk on his face, one that could without a doubt ignite a fire in a snowstorm and, for a split second, Joey wondered what the hell she was doing.

•

She had known who he was. The second she looked over at him, saw those heavenly blue eyes and heard that brogue accent, it clicked. But there was no way she was going to freak out or tell him that. Besides, by the end of the conversation, she had practically forgotten that he was a multimillionaire world famous musician and singer. He was just...another guy she met at a bar.

However, the moment she sat down at the reserved table with her date, randomly meeting Niall Horan at a bar in West Hollywood was the last thing on her mind. Josh, her blind date, seemed nice enough. He ordered them drinks, a lot of drinks, and kept up fairly well with the initial awkward getting-to-know-you conversation, though his frequent mention of someone was starting to stump Joey.

“....and Tina really likes it when we play together.”

Joey set down her drink. “Um...you keep mentioning Tina, who is that? Your daughter or something?”

“Daughter?” he laughed. “No, I don’t have any kids. No, human kids.”

Her eyes narrowed in perplexity as the guy tipped his head back to guzzle down the last of his mixed drink, the waiter having already brought him a fresh one. “Tina is my cat.”

“Oh.”

“Listen, if I could marry her, I would. But I guess that’s not really legal, huh?”

Joey stayed silent, her widening eyes slowly falling to the salad plate that rested in front of her. She chalked his comment up as a joke, but as the night dragged on, five more drinks being consumed by her date as he gleefully showed Joey about forty two pictures and twelve different videos of Tina the Cat, she began to think maybe he wasn’t joking at all…

Half way through their main course, Joey could tell that Josh wasn’t really holding his alcohol too well. His eyelids were droopy, his skin blotchy and clammy with sweat settling across his brow-line and his words were slurring to the point that Joey could barely understand a single thing he was saying. She knew it wasn’t looking good.

“Hey...are you okay?” she finally asked, noticing the redness in his cheeks starting to fade to blue. Josh simply looked up at her and swallowed hard before attempting to lift himself out of his chair. He grabbed at his stomach, a slightly worrisome grumble bubbling up into his throat as he kept his balance with his free hand gripping to the edge of the table.

“Oh...oh, okay,” Joey mumbled, “...this is happening…”

She went to reach out for him as he began to wobble past her, assuming he was headed towards the bathroom, when he paused; the look on his face harboring sheer terror the second his eyes caught hers.

Oh shit. He wasn’t going to make it.

Joey’s mouth dropped open in a horrified gasp, not even having time to lean out of the way as Josh bent over and puked right there on the restaurant floor next to her. The entire place fell silent as the sounds of uncontrollable retching and half digested contents hitting the tiled floor echoed throughout the large open space. Joey slapped her hands up to cover her nose and mouth, the entire side of her bare leg splattered in his vomit.

He stayed bent over, heaving and moaning after he was through, servers rushing around him as they tried to figure out how to handle the situation. Joey slowly peeked back up to his face, his glazed over eyes meeting hers and all she could do was let out a defeated sigh. “I’ll get you a Lyft.”

•

After cleaning herself up as best she could in the restaurant bathroom and helping Josh into his Lyft–and a couple half-assed apologies being muttered as she buckled him in–Joey watched the car pull away, tightening her jacket around her body. It wasn’t cold outside by any means, but there had formed a slight chill in the late night air and instead of grabbing herself a ride, Joey decided to walk the few blocks north to the small Italian bistro, Italiano’s, that her brother worked at. Italiano’s also happened to be her favorite restaurant and had a to-die-for Tiramisu that Joey absolutely loved. She thought that after the night she had endured, she deserved to treat herself to something indulgent.

It was only a fifteen minute walk, Joey arriving just as they were about to close up for the night. She yanked open the door with a relieved sigh and smiled at Ramona, the hostess and Joey’s brother’s girlfriend, who was standing beside a small wooden podium. “You’re here kinda late,” Ramona mentioned as she stepped to the side to give Joey a hug.

“Yeah, just left what was probably the worst date I’ve ever been on,” Joey explained, “thought I’d stop by to see if you guys’ have any of that Tiramisu left?”

Ramona smiled. “I’m sure we’ve got a piece or two left,” she said with a wink, leading Joey over to a table. “I’ll put you in Carter’s section.”

“Thanks Ramona.”

Showing Joey which table to sit at, she poured her a glass of water and rested a hand on her shoulder. “I’m gonna go clean up those couple tables over there and then I’ll be back. We can have a little girl talk if you want.”

Nodding at her with a smile, Joey watched Ramona walk off just as her brother, Carter, began heading towards her table. He was already carrying a small plate that had a generous portion of Tiramisu on it. “You are a lifesaver,” Joey mumbled as he stepped up and set the plate down in front of her.

“I wouldn’t be your bro if I didn’t know exactly why you were here.”

Joey rolled her eyes and pulled the fork from her folded up cloth napkin, quickly digging into the dessert. Carter took the time to sit down in the chair across from her, his shift pretty much over with Joey being the only patron left in the establishment. “So, how was your night?” he asked her.

“Shitty,” she said between bites, not even looking up at him. “Or maybe I should say...’vomity’.”

Carter’s brows pulled in. “Huh?”

She peeked up at him. “I went on a blind date and the guy threw up on me,” she said with a snort, “well…on my leg.”

“Fuck,” he chuckled.

“Yeah.”

Ramona came shuffling over, pulling out the chair between Joey and Carter and sitting herself down. “Okay, what’d I miss?”

“She got puked on,” Carter told Ramona, pointing a finger at Joey.

A gasp left Ramona’s red lips. “You’re joking?!”

Throwing her brother a spiteful look, Joey sighed. “Wish I was, but nope, the guy got totally wasted and just...threw up everywhere. It was so embarrassing.”

“Yikes.”

Joey licked the last bit of Tiramisu off her lips and pushed the plate away from her. Dropping her chin into the cups of her hands, she rested her elbows on the table. “I feel like this is some kind of sign, that I’m just destined to be alone forever.”

Carter sighed. “Jo, don’t say that.”

“It’s just...I’m really trying to put myself out there, ya know? And of course, I can’t even have a decent first date. I have to, literally, get puked on,” Joey said, carefully tucking some hair behind her ear.

Ramona shot her a soft smile and leaned her arms on the table. “Carter and I had a pretty bad first date. It doesn’t always mean the rest will be bad too.”

“What was wrong with our first date?” Carter asked her, his face pulling in.

The dark haired girl laughed. “You were twenty minutes late picking me up, our reservations got ‘lost’ so then we had to wait an extra hour for our table and then your car got towed while we were eating. That’s pretty bad.”

Carter rolled his eyes. “Oh, that’s not that bad.”

“Anyway,” Ramona continued, peering back over at Joey, “all I’m saying is that you never know how it’s going to end up. Maybe Puke Boy deserves a second chance.”

Joey chuckled and shook her head. “Most definitely not. We really didn’t have much in common anyway. I’m just worried that I’ll never be able to find someone.”

Reaching out to put a hand on Joey’s shoulder, Ramona leaned closer to her. “It might seem like you can’t find anyone, but I promise you will. You’re amazing Joey, and you shouldn’t have to settle for just anyone. You gotta keep searching.”

“You think?” Joey flicked her eyes from Ramona to her brother.

“Definitely,” Carter assured her with a gentle smile, “just don’t give up. Not yet, ‘cause it’s usually right where you least expect it.”

•

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gloves94 · 4 years

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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 20

Warnings: None Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Zuko/OC Summary: “You have everything you’ve ever wanted.” “No.” He said softly. “Not everything…” His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. “I guess not.” She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

Things were certainly looking up.

Zuko smiled as and his uncle stepped out of the carriage that had brought them to the Earth Kingdom Palace, he helped his girlfriend down of it like the gentleman he is and the three walked towards the palace together. All wearing their finest Earth Nation robes. Iroh wore green, Zuko wore a reddish brown shade and Tsai's wore her trademark golden ochre.

"Many times I imagined myself here, at the threshold of the palace." Iroh commented as he held the basket of his tea supplies, "But I always thought I would be here as a conqueror. Instead, we are here as the Earth King's personal guests, here to serve him tea. Destiny is a funny thing."

Tsai always pictured herself here, but in her head she was welcomed as an honored guest and assigned personal guards amongst other luxurious goods. This wasn't quite what she had in mind, but it would do for now. She was excited to talk to the King. Maybe he'd listen maybe he wouldn't but she wouldn't lose anything trying.

"It sure is, Uncle." Zuko agreed with a slight smile.

Moments later Zuko sat quietly beside his uncle as he poured a cup of tea in the King's meeting room. The throne was elegantly decorated with golden figurines and a mural depicting Ba Sing Se in traditional ink brush art.

"What's taking so long?" Zuko asked warily. They had now been waiting for a while.

"Maybe the Earth King overslept?" Iroh suggested.

"No," Tsai said suddenly. "It is not customary of Earth Kingdom people to be unpunctual."

What kind of royal reception was this supposed to be? Tsai shook her head if her mother was in charge of this Royal Reception none of this would've been acceptable.

Tsai stood up and dusted her palms on her dress.

"That's it," she announced in a bored tone. "I'm sick and tired of waiting. This is unacceptable. I'm going to go find the Earth King myself."

"Have you lost your mind?" Zuko reached for her arm holding her in place.

"I'll be back soon," she simply said shaking his light grip off. "You don't even know where he is." He added crossing his arms over his chest in disapproval.

"Don't worry, I know my way around a palace." She said cockily before exiting the room.

Or at least attempting to. She was pushed back into the room when several Dai Li agents came into the room and surrounded the three.

Iroh's brow furrowed in suspicion.

"Something's not right." Zuko whispered.

Azula suddenly stepped into the room and she walked past the Dai Li agents, coming to standing in front of her brother just outside the ring of agents.

"It's tea time!" She chirped joyfully, however her tone was malicious and held a sharp edge to it as per usual.

Zuko jumped to his feet in surprise and anger, "Azula!"

Azula wore a uniform similar to the Dai Li agents including a matching emerald green bow at the top of her head.

"Have you met the Dai Li?" Azula asked lightly as she smirked, "They're Earthbenders, but they have a killer instinct that's soFirebender. I just love it."

Iroh calmly picked up his cup of tea, now standing up. “Did I ever tell you how I got the nickname 'the Dragon of the West'?"

Azula rolled her eyes at her uncle, "I'm not interested in a lengthy anecdote, Uncle."

"It's more of a demonstration, really." Iroh replied and he calmly took a sip of the tea.

Tsai had heard this tale before, she knew what was coming. The three of them stood together backs pressed against each other. Zuko glanced over at his uncle in surprise then he smirked slightly and spun behind Iroh, Tsai quickly ducked and summoned her trusty hidden blades ready to attack if needed. The older man jumped to his feet and began breathing fire, scattering the Dai Li agents. Zuko quickly ran and kicked a fire blast at the wall, blasting a hole in it as Iroh continued to breathe fire as he walked backwards, then he ran down the hallway after his Tsai and his nephew.

Iroh ran in front of Zuko and threw his hand out, blasting another hole in the wall at the end of the corridor with a lightning bolt then he jumped out of the hole making a runaway opening and, landing in the bushes below. Tsai followed landing on a similar bush landing painfully on her bum.

"Come on!" Iroh shouted looking up when he saw Zuko had stopped at the edge of the hole in the second floor of the palace. "You'll be fine!"

"No! I'm tired of running!" Zuko shouted back in defiance and he turned slightly to glare down the hall with a determined expression, "It's time I faced Azula."

"Has he lost his mind?" Tsai said jumping to her feet and running towards the palace. Iroh smacked his head in exasperation at his nephew. He reached for the impulsive auburn-haired girl's hand and pulled her back.

"There' no time!" He said dragging her away with him.

xxx

"You're so dramatic." Azula sighed mockingly as she stopped between several Dai Li agents in front of her brother, "What? Are you going to challenge me to an Agni Kai?"

"Yes!" Zuko snapped back and he shifted into a bending stance, "I challenge you!"

"No, thanks." Azula replied haughtily and she smirked evilly at her older brother.

Zuko growled and shot a fire blast at her, but two Dai Li agents intervened and deflected the blast by pulling up a section of the floor, creating a wall. The agents dropped the wall then shot their rock gloves at Zuko's feet, causing him to lose his balance and place one hand on the ground, which was quickly trapped by another rock glove. Azula smiled cruelly at her brother and turned around as the Dai Li agents captured him.

xxx

Katara scowled as she paced back and forth inside the Crystal Catacombs, stopping a moment later when she heard the hole above her open up.

"You've got company." A Dai Li agent stated then he threw someone down the hole and the person rolled forward until he landed in front of Katara.

"Zuko!" Katara gasped and her eyes widened in shock before they narrowed in anger when the scarred teen looked up at her just as the hole closed above them.

xxx

"Let's go and take Azula down once and for all!" Tsai stretched her arms dramatically ready to go and cut down Zuko's sister.

"I think if we are smart, we can take her!" She said aggressively clenching a fist against her chest. Iroh remained pensive as he processed his own very complicated plan.

"Besides," She spoke after a moment. "There's something of hers I'm itching to give back to her." She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She always kept Azula's knife hidden on her person and was more than eager to return it to its rightful owner. "Come on! What are we waiting for! There's no time to lose!"

"Tsai," Iroh said impatiently. "I thought you less impulsive than my nephew," he flashed her a rare glare that was borderline a scold. She lowered her head. She hated to disappoint him. "You're right," she sighed accepting her mistake. If they were going to do this it had to be done right.

It was then that both made eye contact and saw two Dai Li agents standing guard outside of the palace.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He said stroking his beard.

Xxx

"Are you sure they'll help?" Tsai questioned as they approached a nearby apartment. "How do you even know that they're in there? Have you known all along?!" She said tossing the body of the terrified Dai Li guard that was tied up to a corner of the hallway’s balcony.

"Those who are quiet and attentive can see all, even what may be hidden right before them." Iroh spoke wisely. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. He really did sound like her grandfather. If Zuko knew that Iroh had known that the Avatar was in Ba Sing Se all along he would go fire bananas angry over this.

Iroh knocked on the wooden door and a moment later that onyx haired blind girl that they had encountered in the forest that one day opened the door.

"Glad to see you're okay," she said.

"We need your help." Iroh beat straight to the point. Tsai watched from a couple of feet away keeping watch over the Dai Li guard. Iroh went into the apartment and didn’t come out until sometime later.

“I brought someone along who might be able to help us.”

The door opened and outside stepped Iroh, Toph and Aang and Sokka who looked horrified when they saw the auburn-haired girl standing next to a kidnapped Dai Li guard with her arms crossed over her chest an annoyed look on her face.

“Sup,” she greeted casually not particularly pleased to see any of them.

“Tsai!” Aang exclaimed his tone was more alarmed than pleased. She didn’t flinch when the earthbender stomped on the ground and made two pillars rise from the ground and raise the agent up to eyelevel. He grunted and his breathing quickened. Tsai wasted no time in yanking the rag that kept him silent. He was sweating bullets and already had a cut on the side of his face that she had worked on him.

“Alright, sing,” She threatened flickering her wrist and exposing her shiny blade again. The tip was still stained with his fresh blood.

He gasped and spilled all the information they needed. The guard spoke about how Azula and a man named Long Feng were plotting a coup to overthrow the Earth King. He also said that Katara was being kept in the crystal catacombs of Old Ba Sing Se deep beneath the palace. Which was probably were Zuko was being kept as well.

Moments later the gang had split up into two groups and Tsai was making her way with Aang and Iroh walking through a makeshift tunnel into the crystal cave. She had never regretted wearing a kimono dress more in her life.

Azula… She was truly vile. All this time she had been in control. Playing them like their little pawns. She wondered how long she had known that the three of them had been living in Ba Sing Se.

She wouldn’t put it past Azula to betray the man she was working with and singlehandedly conquer the Earth Kingdom. Whatever was going to happen next was not good. She was much too distraught to listen to what Iroh and Aang were conversing about when Aang made a hole in a tunnel revealing a chamber filled with gleaming crystals.

"Aang!" Katara shouted happily and she rushed forward, hugging the bald boy tightly.

Aang smiled then glared at Zuko over Katara's shoulder, his eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance and distrust. Zuko glared back at him over his uncle's shoulder as Iroh and Tsai embraced him in a tight family sandwich embrace.

"Aang, I knew you would come." Katara said and she hugged Aang again.

"I don't understand." Zuko said in confusion as he looked from the Avatar to Iroh and Tsai and then he pointed at Aang, "What are you two doing with the Avatar?"

"Saving you, that's what." Aang replied snidely and Zuko growled, taking a threatening step towards him, but Iroh stopped him.

"Zuko, it's time we talked." Iroh said lowly then he looked at Aang and Katara, "Go help your other friends. We'll catch up with you." He said.

"Tsai?" Aang called for her. "We'll be there soon-" she flashed him a small smile “-And ready to save the Earth Kingdom.”

Aang smiled at her and Iroh and bowed down his head respectfully before exiting the chamber.

“Why?” Zuko observed the whole interaction between his uncle and the red head and the Avatar perplexed.

"Right," Tsai added softly. "You've grown so much and believe me when I say we are both extremely proud of you, but catching the Avatar is not your destiny and you have to accept that." She said in the most caring tone she could muster.

"You're not the man you used to be, Zuko. You are stronger and wiser and freer than you have ever been." Iroh stated seriously as he looked at his nephew. “And now you have come to a crossroads of your destiny. It's time for you to choose. It's time for you to choose good."

Zuko's eyes went slightly wide as he gave a step back. His golden orbs bounced between Iroh and Tsai until they focused on her. He would expect this kind of thing from his uncle, but from her? He shook his head. He always forgot that they were both basically the same person. Tsai would always pick his uncle over him. Even now.

"What?" He repeated his eyes turning into slits and narrowing in anger.

"It's for the best," she reached for his hand, yet he stepped away defensively.

"You're supposed to support me Tsai."

Ah, there it was. That hot headed prickly side of the temperamental prince. She looked at him with hurt in her eyes.

"I am," she responded. Her mouth suddenly going dry, she didn't like where this was going. He shook his head rapidly from side to side in denial. She really didn’t like were this was going.

"Why can't you be more supportive? Why can't you see this is the only way that we both get what we want?" He shot back angrily.

"Zuko!" Iroh growled out not liking the angry tone in which he spoke to his girlfriend.

"Not now Uncle!" He barked back rudely.

Even Tsai raised a low hand in an attempt to be polite in telling Iroh to momentarily shush and stay out of their conversation. She had a feeling that this was about more than his inner demons.

"I am trying to be supportive!" She tried to reach for his hands once again. Yet he pulled away again. Stepping away from them. Creating a small distance that suddenly seemed so great.

"I don’t support this obsession because it is going to consume you alive," her tone kept increasing as her temperament reached the borderline of her already split thin patience.

Silence was his response.

"Fine!" She snapped angrily. Her head was pulsating with anger. Blood boiling.

"Fine!"She repeated. Both of her fists were tightly clenched at her sides.

"You know what?” She taunted. “The only reason your father sent you on a fool's errand to capture the Avatar was because he didn't want you. He sent you because the Avatar hadn't been seen in the past one-hundred years and he wasn't expecting you to see him for another one-hundred years- but you got lucky. You got really lucky and it spawned this unhealthy obsession that is consuming you alive!" She finished with more anger than concern in her straining voice.

"The past week- ever since you let go of-of all of this? Don't you realize how happy you were? How happy we were? Didn't you just feel a huge weight lifted off your shoulders?"

Zuko face twisted into a nasty scowl his hurtful tone now matching hers. His tone just as strained, chest heaving as he felt the anger boiling inside of him ready to unleash his infamous temper.

"What about you?" He lashed out stepping forward in a threatening matter. She wanted to stand back yet managed to stand her ground proudly.

"You come down and judge me from your high ostrich-horse. You literally abandoned your family and for what? Why? Because a stranger asked you on a lame adventure?" He tossed a stretched-out arm to his uncle. "Because your grandfather kicked the bucket?" He scoffed ridiculing her life’s story.

She felt a pang on her already aching chest. She fought so hard against herself to stand tall and proud. Her nostrils flared as she gave him a dark hurtful look. Her eyes dull and empty.

"And what about your plan?" He pressed on. "Your dream plan is never going to happen, and you know it," he paused for a moment and scoffed. "Not unless the war ends, and you know that soon everything the light touches will belong to the Fire Nation. The truth is you left because you were bored of your unassumingly dull life in the colonies and that's why YOU were so happy here. Because you could blame our current circumstances as your excuse to tell yourself why you are never going to accomplish anything extraordinary. That's why you abandoned your dream!"

"ENOUGH!" Iroh uncharacteristically roared stepping in between the two arguing teenagers. Both of his hands stretched out as he separated them.

Her eyes were dark, lips parted, her eyes welled up with hurtful fat tears as his words sank into her thick skin ripping into it like painfully dull knives. He had been more than mean. He had been cruel. It took Zuko a moment to realize just what he had done, the horrible things they had both said to each other.

A sudden explosion resounded in the crystal cave when Iroh was suddenly encased in a prison of crystal being unable to move. Zuko and Tsai were divided by a row of crystals with Iroh in the middle. Without a moment to react both quickly spun around and shifted into offensive stances. Zuko's eyes narrowing when he saw two Dai Li agents and Azula jump into the crystal cavern chamber.

"I expected this kind of treachery from Uncle." Azula commented drily then she tsk'd, "But Zuko, Prince Zuko, you're a lot of things, but you're not a traitor, are you?"

"Release him immediately." Zuko snapped in reply.

"It's not too late for you, Zuko." Azula continued persuasively, "You can still redeem yourself."

"The kind of redemption she offers is not for you." Iroh said firmly as he looked at his nephew.

Tsai had been standing very still. Her heart aching. As she tried to stand her grounds both physically and emotionally.

"Why don't you let him decide, Uncle?" Azula barked then she looked at Zuko imploringly, "I need you, Zuko. I've plotted every move of this day, this glorious day in Fire Nation history, and the only way we win is together. At the end of this day, you will have your honor back. You will have Father's love. You will have everything you want and have ever wanted."

It was completely the opposite of what his girlfriend and uncle had just said to him. He was stuck in the middle of two opposite ends. Stuck between good and evil. Right and wrong. Pinned between a wall and a sword.

"Don't listen to her!" Tsai suddenly stepped up. "You can't trust her!"

"Zuko, I'm begging you." Iroh pleaded from where he was trapped by the crystals and Zuko looked at him, "Look into your heart and see what it is that you truly want." Iroh pleaded.

"Zuko please!" Tsai begged him. Literally pleaded to him her voice cracking "Please don't do this!"

Her voice wasn't the only thing cracking.

"You shut your mouth you colonial mongrel. Dare you speak to my brother like that!" Azula barked. "Your mere existence is a disgrace to the Fire Nation!" She made a gesture and before Crystals around her moved trapping her in a glass prison similar to Iroh’s. She kept her neck raised up afraid that if she lowered it would puncture.

Azula gestured at the two Dai Li agents, who then Earth bended themselves out of the chamber while Zuko contemplated his choice.

"You are free to choose." Azula stated with a small smirk and she turned, following after Aang and Katara.

It took him a moment but Zuko lowered his eyes his eyes as he walked out of the chamber. A single tear slid down Tsai's face as he walked out. She felt all the air leave her lungs as if she had been punched to the gut. Her heart shattering at his betrayal. She swallowed her pride and her breathing became aggressive before her limbs went numb and cold, suddenly feeling as if they were made out of cinder and stone. Her heart shattering on the spot alongside any illusions of dreams of happiness in the future. She had lost everything.

Zuko had just abandoned the chamber betraying the two of them without turning back.

There was a moment of heavy silence in which the only sound that could be heard were the weak sniffles and cries of the broken-hearted girl.

"So that's what you're going to do," Iroh spoke after a minute of heavy silence.

"Just stand there and cry," he commented sadly. She tiptoed being able to speak properly. "N-No," she let out a weak howl.

"Let him walk away." He continued pressing on like her conscience.

She was quiet for a moment as she sniffled the incoming angry hot tears.

"You didn't ask me to come with you with the promise of adventure," she said. "You asked me so I could fall in love with him. Change him." The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She almost felt broken. A part of her shattering under the crushing cruel reality.

Iroh was silent for a moment.

"I thought he could change. That he would choose good. That he would choose you." He said, his voice soft.

Tsai nodded her head slightly, "Right…" She trailed off for a moment. "I have lost everything," she confessed. "My family, my brother, myself and most importantly my dream and for what?" She cried. Her voice louder angrier dripping with frustration.

"You have your own destiny to fulfil Tsai and it may or may not be alongside my nephew, but it you must keep fighting."

There was a heavy silence between them and Iroh lowered his head. Everything really was lost... It took her a moment for her tears to cease.

"You're right." She said determined. She rolled her eyes to look at Iroh who simply nodded at her, his eyes closed a faint smile on his face.

Feeling a sudden surge of inner empowerment and snapping out of her momentarily depression, a determined look blazed in her eyes. Iroh saw how she came back to life from her depressive wilt. She flashed a blade and began angrily chipping at the crystal that kept her prisoner. Some moments later she was free.

"Alright," she opened her palm stretching out her fingers they each let out a satisfying pop as she did. "Ready? Move aside," she said with a sly grin raising both of her hidden blades. Today they were going to take down the Fire Nation.

“Tsai,” Iroh said her name sagely. “After you free me… I’m afraid I still have to ask more from you.”

xxx

Iroh reached a clearing which was destroyed. Shards of crystal, rock, water and rock and other debris coated the clearing. At the end of one side opposite to a stream right under a prison of gleaming crystals kneeled a defeated Katara. Her eyes reflected a broken soul as she held the Avatar's limp, pale body in her arms. Zuko and Azula rounded her as they got ready to strike without mercy.

Suddenly, a burst of orange fire flashed before them shielding Katara and Aang from Azula's fire blast. Katara, Zuko, and Azula all turned to stare in surprise as Iroh leapt off a ledge on the chamber's wall, landing in front of the Avatar protectively.

"You've got to get out of here!" Iroh shouted at Katara who was struggling to carry Aang to the waterfall, "I'll hold them off as long as I can!"

"Very moving uncle," Azula said mockingly. "And your accomplice?" She looked around and did not realize the girl from the colonies was standing so close to her. Right in between the two siblings.

“Right here.” She said darkly.

The siblings turned to face her, ready to attack. Her blades gleaming in the dim light reflecting off the crystals. Her eyes were swollen from crying and angry as she instead ran forwards towards the Dragon of the West. Behind them Katara carrying the Avatar in her arms climbed the waterfall in a body of water in an attempt to escape.

Zuko’s jaw loosened when he saw her raise a blade at his uncle

“Go get her!” She cried out as she dodged a fire ball Iroh shot in her direction and ducked before sliding across the floor cooly and easily reaching her target.

Zuko’s eyes went wide when she grasped Iroh’s robe in a tight fist and brought the sharp blade to his neck. His Uncle opened his mouth and breathed a fierce stream of flames out from his mouth. Azula noted how she shiftily kicked one of his feet from underneath and using her weight pushed against his opposite shoulder while somehow ungracefully dodging the flames making the man quickly collapse on his back.

She had him pinned to the ground a foot stepping on his chest a sharp blade tightly pressed underneath his fat chin.

The Avatar had gotten away.

“Traitor!” She let out a heart splitting roar. Her shout echoing and resounding the nooks of the Crystal Cave. Her breathing hard as she painfully heaved over the older man. Her bottom lip trembled as a lost tear slid down the bridge of her nose. The pain almost too unbearable. Her hand holding the shaky blade trembling slightly.

She was hurt. His eyes were cold as they looked into her dark ones. Tears threated to once again spill from the windows of her soul.

“What are you doing?” Azula laughed cruelly.

“M-My best…” Tsai said in a whisper more to herself eyes wide in disbelief at what she was about to do. It took her a moment to compose herself before she stepped off the man’s large body.

“He’s a traitor!” She said louder finally turning to look at the Fire Nation siblings. Azula suddenly began to laugh and clapped her hands. “Very, very dramatic.” She said with humor.

“He’s a traitor to our Nation and must be punished!” Tsai spoke through a strained breath.

“And so are you.” Azula snapped her fingers and both Iroh and Tsai were once again encased in two giant crystals prisoners of the Fire Nation. Iroh surrendered with honor lowering his hands while Tsai struggled.

Zuko’s eyes darted from Iroh to Tsai in shocking disbelief. Iroh had his eyes closed and turned his head away from his nephew. The red head did the same not wanting to meet his perturbing gaze.

Xxx

"We've done it, Zuko." Azula said gleefully as she plopped herself done on the Earth Kingdom throne, Zuko standing quietly to her left, "It's taken a hundred years, but the Fire Nation has finally conquered Ba Sing Se.”

"I betrayed Uncle ..." Zuko commented quietly as he stared at the ground blankly. "And Tsai…" he said a little more quietly to himself. He was… confused.

Her actions. It didn't seem like her. It went against everything she stood for.

The way she threw herself and attacked his uncle like some wild animal. He still found it hard to believe.

It wasn't her. Something wasn't right…

His heart clenched in pain when he remembered the pained look in her eyes as she stared him with a ghostly expression on her face.

"No, he betrayed you." Azula replied coolly as she stood and she turned to look at her brother, "Zuko, when you return home, Father will welcome you as a war hero."

"But I don't have the Avatar." Zuko stated in confusion and he glanced at his sister skeptically, "What if Father doesn't restore my honor?"

"He doesn't need to, Zuko." Azula said in almost nice tone and she put her hand on Zuko's shoulder, "Today, you restored your own honor."

Zuko looked away from her, his lips pursed with uncertainty.

"So," Azula said suddenly intrigued. "Your girlfriend-" She began.

"She's not my girlfriend." Zuko growled out through gritted teeth. At least not anymore. At least not after that fight… That betrayal.

Azula chuckled being the vile creature she was. "The way she came after Uncle. I really thought the fat man was done for."

Zuko remained silent. He didn't want to see her. He didn't even want to think about her.

"So what's her deal? Did she follow you around like a lost puppy from her pitiful colonial life? Hm?" Azula continued to press that hot red button.

"…Yeah," Zuko agreed after a moment. Half of him agreed in anger. The other half lied through his teeth. Despite their fight - he couldn't let Azula hurt her.

It was best to have her believe whatever she wanted.

"Pathetic." Azula scoffed cruelly.

Again, he responded with a heavy silence.

"At least she's got a good head. For a time, there I had her pegged as a traitor, just like uncle."

He'd had heard enough. It made him sick. His stomach twisted with ill feelings before dramatically storming off.

Xxx

The two most infamous traitors to the Fire Nation were being kept in separate cells in the Fire Nation's Royal Navy ship. Both of their hands and feet had been cuffed with Earth cuffs and Tsai's hidden blades had been taken away from her making her feel more naked and vulnerable than ever.

Because of this she kept her body pressed against one of the prison's walls making herself small. She knew that Iroh was doing the same on the other side.

Neither had said much throughout the entire night.

"Iroh?" Tsai suddenly asked.

She kept on replaying the events of the day in her head. Today had started as such a perfect day and had now ended… well like this… She didn't think she could reach an even lower, rockier bottom. “Are you sure what we did… Do you think we made the right decision?” She asked hesitation in her voice.

She remembered the little plan they had crafted in the spur of the moment.

Xxx

She raised an eyebrow, half not paying attention as she chipped away in an attempt to liberate his body from the crystal prison.

“I’m going to ask you to betray me.” He said ominously.

“What?” She questioned an aghast expression of disbelief on her face.

Iroh was suddenly free from the crystals and calmly stepped out. She looked beyond confused and he pulled out a white Pai Sho chip from the inside of his sleeve. Suddenly it felt like they hadn’t played in ages. She took her hand and placed it inside of her palm wrapping her fingers around it. It was the White Lotus, one of the rarest chips in the game of Pai Sho. A strong game chip that could change the entire outcome of any game if played well.

“I need you to return to the Fire Nation…”

“What?” Somehow, she hadn’t been able to wrap her mind around the idea. Part of her felt as if she was hallucinating. Her mind and heart racing. This went against everything she stood for now. All of her growth, everything she had learned about the vile origins and horrible crimes that her people had done. How could she return back to that? She also doubted that they would receive her with open arms.

“What-but- how- I… I don’t want to!” She cried out and suddenly felt like a very small child. “I don’t want to!” She protested in a childlike matter. “I give up! I’ve lost everything already!” The hot rivers of tears began to once again spill down her face.

Breaking him out of a crystal prison was one thing but this-

"I-I can't do it," she spoke, her voice cracking.

“You have nothing to lose then…” he said sternly with a serious expression on his face. One that made her feel as if she had no choice.

“Do you want them to win?” He leaned in.

“N-No,” she sobbed and began to aggressively wipe her tears again.

“Then listen carefully and do as I say…”

Iroh leaned in and together they concocted a plan to sabotage the Fire Nation. However, their meeting was interrupted by a horrifying scream echoed the chambers of the cave.

"That sounded like Katara!" She said and looked at Iroh with panic.

He gave her a knowing look and he sprinted out of the chamber leaving her truly alone.

Xxx

“Tsai,” Iroh said ominously.

“There’s something else you should know.” He said quietly.

Again, he was silent for a moment. She heard him open his mouth and croak out two simple words.

"Your hair..."

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The Day The Sun Fell - Chapter 1

pairing: logan/patton words: 4478 story summary: “The story of Logan and Patton from the day they met, to the day the sun fell.

(aka the story of logan and patton told a bit out of order. also the apocalypse happened, which is weird huh?)

warnings for both chapters: swearing; fighting; sad, apocalyptic vibes in general; sickness; implied death(s)

a/n - hello! this is a repost of a semi-old fic of mine that is written in like a non-linear format, which is always super fun ~

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Logan stood at the edge of the cliff, facing only Patton and nothing else.

It was illogical– no, stupid to look anywhere else. Below them was a sea of nothing and above them was a sky full of anything ; though it wasn’t as reassuring as one would hope.

But in front of him was everything , because in front of him was Patton.

Sweet, sweet Patton.

Logan wrapped his arms around Patton’s waist, which was shaking with the rest of his body. He was in full sobs now. He sighed, pressing his forehead to Patton’s.

“Shhh,” he whispered softly, closing his eyes. He could feel the sun beat on his back. He pulled Patton closer to him. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I-I–” Patton’s words came out as mere husks of what should be words. Logan shook his head.

“ It’s okay ,” he said again.

“I-I’m so scared. ”

“I know.”

“What if one of us lives ?” Patton murmured, his sobs wracking his entire body. He doubled over into Logan’s chest, throwing his arms around Logan as if he was hanging onto the only lifeboat on deck. “W-What if one of us lives and– and you are dead and–”

“Patton…”

“I don’t want to be alone.” Patton was clinging onto him. Tears were streaming down Logan’s face now. He took a deep breath and simply tilted Patton’s chin so he could look up at him.

“You’re not going to be alone.” The winds roared louder now. Despite now being face-to-face with Logan, Patton was squeezing his eyes shut, shaking at the noise.

Logan could feel Patton’s heart race, they were so close.

(He tried to memorize the ba-bump, bump, bump of his heartbeat. He tried to focus on it, make it the last thing he remembered, tried to remember that he was his– )

“ God, I-I hate this.” Logan felt his heart breaking at Patton’s broken voice. “I wish–”

“ No, ” Logan said firmly. Patton opened his eyes and looked at him. Even when he was squinting, Patton's brown eyes seemed so wide and filled with so much wonder.

Logan moved his arms from Patton’s waist to his back, enveloping him into a tight hug. He could barely keep his eyes open from how bright it was.

Still, he did his best to look at Patton.

(It’s all going to be okay, he was with him. )

“You didn’t need to wish for anything else,” Logan finally said. “Things went just as they were supposed to, you know?”

He buried his face in the crook of Patton’s neck. “ I’m so happy. ”

Suddenly, Patton’s cries turned from broken to overjoyed, almost instantaneously.

And then, Patton laughed.

It was interspersed with coughs, yes, but he was laughing. Logan didn’t know how long it was since he last heard that laugh; but it’s apparently still the same, because now he’s laughing too.

Logan pulled back slightly, his eyes burning from keeping them open. Behind Patton was a blinding flash of white. And that’s how Logan knew they were going to be okay.

“I love you,” Logan said with a teary smile. He felt the heat crawl against his skin. He let out a shaky laugh as he hugged Patton tighter. He said it as if it was suddenly the only thing he knew how to say. “Patton Morgan, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

It was so bright– so bright– but Logan swore he could see Patton smile too.

“I-I love you too, Lo.”

( Ba-bump...ba-bump…bump… … …)

It was the last thing Logan heard before the sun finally fell:

“I’ll see you soon.”

---

“Oh. My. Stars. ”

Patton blushed furiously as Roman leaned over the coffee table with what looked like hearts in his eyes.

“Romannnn,” Patton whined.

“Pattonnnnn!” Roman sing-songed in response. Patton broke into a giddy grin, burying his face into his cup of tea. He could feel himself going warm.

“This man sounds like an absolute dreamboat! ” Roman batted his eyelashes. “Now, pretty pretty pleeeease tell me more about your fabulous first date?”

“I’m telling you,” Patton sipped his tea, a bit embarrassed, “it was just a regular first date.”

“Oh come on, Ra- pun -zel,” Roman groaned dramatically. “Let down your hair! ”

“...what?"

“Just loosen up, would you? You looked like you just died talking about what he looks like — I feel like you can talk about what you guys actually did without kicking the bucket?”

“Fine, fine!” Patton giggled. “You’re going to be really disappointed though.”

Roman shot him a wide smile. “I don’t think I could be.”

Patton rolled his eyes playfully.

“Well after we exchanged numbers at the library, we went out for coffee– which didn't really feel like a date, but it was something, you know? And it did lead to us texting non-stop for like, a week.” Patton smiled fondly. “It was all pretty casual, nothing more than just talking about what we did and what TV show we were watching at the time. He–” Patton laughed a bit to himself. “He was actually watching this nature documentary about penguins and he said something like–”

“ ‘ Oh, Pat, I am so horny for you, but I’m going to talk about this penguin shit so you can give Roman a snooze-fest of a story’ ,” Roman finished for him. “Is that what he said, Pat? Huh?”

“Roman!” Patton gasped, going beet red. He swatted Roman away with a blush.

“What?” Roman laughed, leaning back in his seat. He put his arms up defensively. “Is it because I’m right?”

“You’re starting to sound like your brother,” Patton teased. Roman gasped dramatically, making a small, offended squeak. He tossed his signature red scarf over his shoulder.

“Fiiiine.” Patton laughed. “If you must know, we just went to McDonald’s and ate dinner in his car.”

“McDonald’s?! ” Roman shrieked. “You had your first date at McDonald’s ?!”

“It was a busy night for the restaurant we were planning to go to!” Patton said defensively. “He wanted to take me to some high-end place, but we were like thirty minutes in and the waiting lounge only got busier–”

“There was a lounge?! You passed on a place with a lounge?!”

“–so when he noticed I was getting antsy, he offered to take me somewhere else.” Patton smiled, as if he was taken somewhere else for a split second. “I sorta panicked when he asked me where, so I said McDonald’s. He was really sweet about it though and– well, it kinda worked out because we talked a lot!”

Patton looked down, almost embarrassed.

“It...it was all really lovely.” A pause. “ He’s really lovely.”

“Oh, Pat! ” Roman cried out, the grin on his face only growing. He jumped out of his seat and went over to Patton, practically dragging him out of his chair. Patton squealed as Roman spun him around.

“I’m so happy for you and your summer romance, Count Dorkula.” Roman sighed dreamily, spinning Patton into an embrace. He pulled back slightly so that he was facing Patton, mere inches from his face.

He gripped his shoulders firmly and with a soft smile, asked, “Are you happy?”

Patton paused, looking down at his shoes. There was still a bit of red on them from when he spilled ketchup on it the night before.

He smiled.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I am.”

---

Logan walked back into the apartment carrying logs of firewood, a brown bag slung around his shoulder. He laid the logs onto the floor, catching the attention of Patton.

“ Logan. ” He stood up as soon as he saw him. Logan already knew how this was going to unfold as soon as he saw Patton’s face.

“I know, Patton, before you say anything–”

Patton stormed up to Logan, who calmly set his bag down.

“How could you just– just leave?” Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Patton, I had to,” Logan said, trying to stand firmly alongside the words he was saying.

“Don’t give me that shit ,” Patton growled, but it sounded weak in the midst of his tears. Logan felt himself grow tense.

“You have been miserable, Patton,” he said coldly. “What the hell was I supposed to do? I had to do something, I had to fix it somehow–”

“Fix it?!” Patton laughed, almost manically. “Holy– is that really what this is about? You just wanted to fix me?! ”

“Patton–”

“You didn’t know so you– you thought you could just leave?! Did you think that– that leaving for a week to find fucking Roman would suddenly fix the whole fucking world?! Is that really what you thought?!”

“You’ve been worried about him for days, I couldn’t just sit and watch you cry yourself to sleep every night, please try and be logical about thi–”

“You left! ” Patton’s shriek echoed around the room. “D-Don’t you understand?! Like– like, really think about it for one fucking second. You fucking left. ”

He was pacing back and forth, as if he was deciding whether or not he could even look at him. His movement caused the blanket hanging on the wall to lift slightly, showing glimpses of the outside world.

Logan stiffened at the sight.

“Patton–”

“You should be dead! ” Patton cried out, pointing at Logan almost hysterically. Logan didn’t move. “A-And for what?! For him?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“He’s your best friend –”

“You’re all I have!” Patton screamed. Logan fell quiet, staring at Patton. His hand was still outstretched, pointing at Logan. It felt like some sort of sick accusation.

“Y-You’re…” Patton let out a loud sob, sinking to his knees and breaking down into tears on the cold, ashen floor.

“Patton…” Logan whispered, kneeling in front of Patton, who was slumped over on the floor. His sobs made what seemed like an earthquake spread throughout his entire body.

“D-Don’t you understand?” Patton’s voice was muffled by the floor, but Logan heard the sound of Patton breaking down into sobs almost too clearly.

“Y-You’re all I- I have left,” he whispered through his tears, “a-and...and y-you fucking left .”

Logan suddenly felt warm tears sliding down his cheeks.

“I…”

But he didn’t end up saying anything. Logan lifted Patton gently, letting him lean against his shoulder as he cried.

They sat like that for hours. They sat on the cold floor of their home, holding each other. The day passed them, painfully slow, and they just sat there.

And no one left.

“D-Did you find him?” Patton eventually asked.

Logan looked at him, almost numbly. He then reached over for his brown bag, still lying on the floor, and pulled it closer to him.

He pulled out a few things; canned preserves, bottles of water, soap– anything he could have grabbed on his way to where Roman was.

Then, he pulled out a red scarf.

Patton stared at it, sitting in Logan’s hands. He stared at it as if he was secretly in there, woven through the fraying ends of the fabric.

Patton stared at it as if he was looking at it,

(lying neatly underneath the Christmas tree, all those years ago)

as if it were brand new.

And then, Logan held it to his heart and cried.

---

“No way,” Patton giggled as they walked into Logan’s apartment. “You did not say that.”

“I really did,” Logan hummed, closing the door behind him as Patton took off his coat. “It was...well, it was not my proudest moment.”

“I can imagine!” Patton hung the coat on the rack. “Sounds like you really schooled him!”

“Oh shush,” Logan chuckled. Patton laughed and walked into the living room.

It was quite modest in size, but surprisingly warm in feeling. The walls were painted a muted red and the floors were wooden, with a fluffy rug or two underneath a brown couch. An autumn-orange blanket covered most of the couch, and behind it were light bulbs, hung by black wires. Each one was staggered in terms of how far away they were from the ceiling, the warm light floating mere inches from the wall. There was a small, brown coffee table in front of the couch with a vase of red roses in the centre.

“Wow,” Patton murmured, slowing down to a stop in front of it all. He didn’t even turn to face Logan when he walked up to his side. “Your place, it’s…it’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Logan said. More sheepishly, he added, “I apologize if it is a bit messy, I didn’t have much time to clean up.”

“And you have such a beautiful view for someone on the first floor…” Patton could spot a glance of the nearby park through Logan’s brown-framed windows.

“I, um, did the most I could with what I had.” Logan cleared his throat. “Additionally, my mother is an interior designer, hence...well, this .”

Patton finally faced Logan with a smile. “I love it.”

Patton slowly made his way around the room. There were a few pieces of art hanging on the walls, abstract shapes making up what seemed to be a picture of a warm, sunny day.

Fitting, he thought with a small smile.

“Could I by any chance offer you a drink?” Logan asked, making his way past Patton and to the kitchen. Patton, his eyes not following, replied distractedly, “A water would be great, thanks!”

He could distantly hear the water pour into a cup from the kitchen, but he was too far gone to really notice. He continued to make his way around the room, trying to capture as much as he could.

On the TV stand, there were a few picture frames. Patton recognized Logan in almost all of them– even the ones that seemed like they were taken long before the two had met. He also recognized a few other faces; Virgil in particular, who he remembered meeting a couple of weeks back.

He suddenly noticed an empty frame sitting next to the other photos. Patton frowned, picking it up. It seemed relatively new compared to the other ones, which were unfortunately collecting a bit of dust. Patton noticed a few remnants of a white sticker. It looked like there was an attempt to peel it all off, but it didn’t go too well.

Patton smiled to himself, putting it back down just as Logan walked back into the room.

“One glass of water for you,” he said in an almost regal tone, giving Patton a small smile as he handed him the cup.

“Why thank you!” Patton giggled, clumsily taking a bow. A bit of water spilled out of the cup as he did.

Patton looked a bit terrified, but Logan just laughed, shaking his head and giving Patton a small kiss.

Surprised, Patton kissed back. He became so entranced by it, causing him to nearly drop the glass entirely.

When Logan pulled back, Patton found himself inches away from his face.

Logan’s eyes were very brown, Patton noticed.

He smiled. They were warm.

Patton kissed Logan again, more slowly this time, putting his free hand on Logan’s cheek. Logan grinned in the smile, pulling Patton’s waist closer to him.

And when they were done with that kiss, they kissed again; the pace growing more frantic with each one. They kissed for so long that Patton nearly forgot that the room– or anyone else in the whole world– even existed.

He hastily set the cup of water down on the TV stand beside all the photos and used his other hand to loosen Logan’s tie.

Logan must have gotten the hint because he kissed Patton again, guiding their steps towards his bedroom.

“Wait!” Patton whispered, pulling back when they got outside his bedroom door. Logan frowned.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Patton said. “Yes, everything’s okay, I just…”

Patton then smiled, staring softly at Logan.

“I just want to remember this,” he whispered. Logan chuckled, pressing his forehead against Patton’s.

“I love you,” Patton added quietly.

A pause.

Logan broke into a wide grin, laughing as he cupped Patton’s cheeks and pulled him into the most passionate kiss Patton has ever had. The warm touch spread across Patton’s face as he touched him.

(And that’s when he knew, even if he didn't really know it yet.)

Patton giggled in between the kisses, wrapping his arms around Logan as they went into his bedroom, Logan softly kicking the door closed behind them.

---

“Did you hear any word from him?” Logan asked quietly, sipping some warm water from a small, clay cup. Patton shook his head as he walked out of the kitchen, going over to the couch where Logan was sitting. Logan sighed.

“It’s been a week now.” Patton said nothing as Logan continued, only setting down two bowls of soup on the coffee table and taking a seat beside him. “It’s unlike him to just...leave without much notice.”

“Yeah,” Patton murmured, looking down at the table. Logan looked over at Patton and took his hand.

“Hey,” he whispered. Patton was squeezing his hand. Logan squeezed back, and Patton finally looked up with him.

He seemed tired, his stare almost grey. Logan wondered if it was possible for the sun to steal the colour from someone’s eyes.

“He’s going to be okay,” he decided to say. “We’re going to find him.”

“Yeah,” Patton said again. He wasn’t even moving anymore, just staring down at his bowl of soup. “Yeah, I’m sure we will.”

Logan sighed as he wordlessly picked up his own bowl and quietly drank from it.

It was quiet like that for a while, the two of them drinking their bowls of soup without saying much. Logan kept looking at Patton, who was barely even touching his meal.

“Are you ill?” Logan finally asked. Patton looked up at him, almost darkly. A little quicker, he added, “I noticed you aren’t done with your soup.”

Patton looked down at his bowl then sighed, standing up and shrugging.

“You can have it,” is all he said before turning his back on Logan, who sighed. He closed his eyes, pulling his glasses onto his head to rub the bridge of his nose.

He expected Patton to retreat to their bedroom, but Patton just walked over to the huge hole in their wall. He watched him stare out the wall.

“...Patton?” he asked softly.

“Should we bother listening to the radio tonight?” Patton whispered. His words sounded cold, even as warm air breezed into their apartment once more.

Logan stood up, hesitantly walking to Patton’s side.

“May I be honest?” Logan asked. Patton looked at him and nodded.

“After you went to bed, there was a final broadcast on the radio,” Logan said. “It’s wiped out more people than we thought, and it’s moved faster than anyone could have ever suspected.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Patton murmured. “There hasn’t been a reported crash since it happened and that was a month ago.”

Logan sighed. “Radiation sickness.”

Patton tensed up at the words.

“...Oh.”

“It’s been worsening around the world.” Logan tried not to look at Patton as he spoke. “They said that the overall global temperature is the highest it’s ever been in history. It’s beating its own record each day.”

“So what they’re saying is that it’s over then,” Patton suddenly said. His voice was barely a whisper, yet it felt so sharp. Logan tensed at Patton’s sudden stare.

He decided to keeping looking ahead at the hole in their wall.

“We should find something to cover that,” Patton finally said after a bit of silence passed.

Logan frowned, idly looking around him. “Yes, we should.”

He thought about it for a while and walked over to the couch when the idea dawned on him. He pulled off the blanket, giving it a few good shakes. Dust flew from its surface, but eventually it gave way to the orange colour he was familiar with.

Logan turned around, the blanket in hand, and held it up as if it were some kind of offer.

Patton smiled, almost sadly.

---

Patton pressed his face in his hands, taking a deep breath.

“Patton, I just don’t understand why this is a big deal,” Logan said. Patton finally looked up at him from his place on the couch.

“A big deal? ” Patton echoed, incredulously. Logan sighed.

“Patton, that’s not what I–”

“Logan, it’s my parents !”

“I’m just not ready yet!” Logan protested. “How is that difficult for you to comprehend?”

Patton stood up from the couch in a frustrated huff, circling the coffee table to stand in front of him.

“Because we’ve been dating for a year now!” Patton cried out. He ran his hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling. “God, Lo, they ask about you all the time–”

“Just tell them that I’m not ready then!”

“That’s not the point, Logan–”

“Then what is it?”

“I–” Patton closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Look, I don’t know, okay?”

A beat of silence.

“Where are we, Lo?” Patton asked, almost afraid of the answer. Logan frowned.

“We’re in my apartment.”

“ Logan .”

Logan averted his stare from him. Patton almost missed it.

“Sometimes, with you, it feels like I’m in a race car” Logan finally admitted. “And– and there’s such an exhilarating rush ; every single lap I feel that wind and the hot fire pushing my car along a-and…”

He paused.

“And?”

“...And then I remember I’m in a race car ,” Logan finished. “I’m speeding around in circles and it's so fast and I’m– I’m in some kind of race .”

“Logan, I’m not trying to rush you into anything.” Patton took a small step towards him, taking his hands into his own. “But we can’t go anywhere if...if you’re not going to take your foot off the brake.”

“That’s the thing, Patton,” Logan sighed; not even in frustration anymore, but in exhaustion. “I...I feel like we’ve been in this race for so long –”

“T-Then we can leave!” Patton broke in. “We can quit, we can drive somewhere else– to some...some island? Look, this metaphor has lost me–”

“I don’t even know if I want to be in this damn race anymore!”

The air around Patton suddenly froze.

Patton looked at him, wide-eyed and quiet. He suddenly felt too warm.

And he suddenly didn’t miss Logan’s quiet stare.

“Pat…” Logan’s words sounded like they were underwater. Patton kept looking down at his hands in Logan’s. They were shaking.

“How long have you felt like this?” he asked quietly. Logan shook his head.

“I– I…”

“ Logan? ” He hated how small he sounded. Logan closed his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he finally said. “I...I don’t even know if this is how I feel, okay?”

“...What do you feel then?” Patton asked. “Right now? Just– tell me how you feel now. ”

A pause.

“I feel scared, Patton.” He looked up at Patton with suddenly-teary eyes. “I...I am scared... that this isn’t something I can do. ”

Patton said nothing.

“ God, Patton,” Logan continued shakily, “we haven’t even told each other that we loved–”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Patton took a step back, watching Logan’s hands fall to his side.

“P-Patton, I–”

“I know,” Patton said. His voice sounded cold and foreign, even to himself. “I know. You’re right .”

“Patton–”

“You’re right,” Patton said again, more firmly. He took another step back, as if staring at something he couldn’t even recognize. “ You haven’t.”

---

Logan sat on a bench in the park, loosening his tie slightly.

For October, he thought, it is so warm…

Or maybe it was warm for another reason. He had been anxiously bouncing his leg for a half hour now, waiting for Patton to meet him.

Logan couldn’t help but worry about him, whether or not he was okay.

Maybe it was because he…

Logan sighed; he couldn’t even say it in his head .

When Logan finally spotted Patton, however, his heart sank.

He wasn’t okay. And Logan already knew why.

“Hey,” he said as Patton approached him, standing up from his seat. Patton stood in front of him, his hands in his pockets.

"Hi,” he replied quietly.

They stood like that for what seemed like an agonizing couple of hours. Logan cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

“You look...great,” he finally said. Patton didn’t meet his gaze.

“...Thanks.”

“May we sit?” Logan motioned over to the bench. Patton looked at it– really looked at it– before seemingly giving in and sitting down. Logan, relieved, sat beside him.

“How are you, Pat?” Logan asked.

Patton let out a quiet laugh. “Not great, Lo, if I’m being honest.”

“I’m sorry,” Logan said, and he put in such a great effort to sound like he really meant it.

(Did he even mean it?)

Patton shook his head, looking down.

“You were the one who wanted to meet,” Patton said. “What do you need?”

I need to tell you something. I need to tell you everything .

(I need you to say it.)

I need it to be the only words I could ever say, just for a minute .

“My sweater,” he said lamely. “You...you still have it.”

Patton looked at him with an indescribable look on his face.

“...My mother said she wants to give it to Declyn.” Why was he still talking? “She said it must be too small for me now. She was asking where it...might...be.”

Patton smiled, but something told Logan it wasn’t a happy one.

“So that’s it then?” Patton’s voice sounded hollow. Where was the warmth? Logan tried searching for it; in his smile, in his eyes, anywhere.

“Patton, I…” What the hell was he going to say, anyway? That he–

“Actually?” Patton stood up abruptly. “Don’t answer that.”

Logan snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at him, standing up as well.

“Patton, there has to be something else ,” Logan said. He took Patton’s hands into his own, and Patton stiffly let him. He could feel himself sweat. “There has to be some other way for me to tell you– to show you.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Logan,” Patton said. “If you can’t even say it once ?” He shook his head, letting out a sad laugh. “I don’t know what to tell you. I just don’t think that’s fear.”

“But–”

“You’re not afraid of us,” Patton cut in. “You’re...you’re afraid of something else and I’m sorry , Logan– believe me, I have tried to come to terms with that this past week but...but I’m sorry . I...I’m just sorry .” He paused. “This just isn’t what I want.”

And when Patton let go of his hands, a piece of the sun crashed behind them.

---

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Quintilius Writing Thing

“I want you to remember your first real experience with failure.” The instructor paced around the circle of desks, his voice drifted down behind our shoulders, “This isn’t failure as a student or an adventurer. Or a squire or sword fighter. I want you to go far back to your childhood.” Quintilius bas Gervais moved his mouth to the side, thinking. Ink pooled into a large tear drop on the tip of his quill then fell down, staining the paper into a black blitzball sphere. “Maybe it was the first time you rode a chocobo and it wouldn’t let you stay on the saddle. Or a time when you couldn’t tie your shoes even though your father showed you how to do it 99 times.” He stopped himself and held his hand up with a laugh. “I know some of you didn’t have fathers. Use whatever example works for you.” He continued pacing. “How did it make you feel? What did you experience? What did you learn?” --- Quintilius was five years old and he was only 11 months and three weeks younger than his brother Orcus, so they could take mathematics, science, and engineering lessons together with Magistar Cicero. Cicero was an Elezen and from Dalmasca, because their father’s campaign at the moment was in Dalmasca. Squashing down resistancce cells or something. Quintilius just knew he had to stay down here in this awful desert because his mother was very fragile right now and when she was fragile, she liked to be near his father. Even if it meant living in a savage wasteland. So their instructor was Magistar Cicero and he had to teach them mathematics, science, and engineering. Apparently he was a genius. Even by Garlean standards. Which meant he was good enough to teach a pair of five year olds calculus. Dalmascan crafters had to craft extra small desks for the two to sit in. The desks had to be inspected for incendiary devices when they were delivered. Because sometimes that happened. But otherwise they were pretty comfortable. They started their lessons every day with a stack of work sheets. And if they got an answer wrong, that was the topic of the days lecture. That and how stupid they were. Quintilius wasn’t stupid. It was rare he got an answer on the worksheet wrong - math was just formula memorization and application. Sometimes Magistar Cicero tried to trick him. But he usually didn’t get those questions wrong either. He finished the stack of worksheets and dipped his quill deep into the ink well. He liked when all the ink sat on the tip and he could guess how many droplets it would make. Sometimes he was wrong. Usually he was right. “Nngh... damn it.” There was a cry to his left. Another quill tore against the paper. “...damn it!” A high voice burst into frustrated, snorting tears. Orcus didn’t cry often. But when he did. It was ugly. Quintilius turned. “What’s wrong?” “It’s hard.” Large tears rolled down Orcus’ red face. “I don’t get it.” The tear drops made three droplets on the paper. Which was one more droplet than Quintilius thought they would make. “Damn it.” Orcus shoved the heel of his palm into his cheek then dragged it upwards to wipe away all the water. Quintilius slid out of his desk and moved to his brothers. Right now, he was 1/4th of an ilm taller than Orcus. Three months ago, Orcus had been 1 and 3/4ths ilms taller. Their father liked to measure them and rank them. Maybe it was a sport to him? Like raising pugnax or chocobos. Sometimes you wanted the biggest ones. And the others went to the factory. Orcus hunched over and held his hands under his desk and cried. And while he was doing that, Quintilius took his quill and began to fill in the answers. He was careful to show his work. Because you had to always show you work. Even if you knew the answer. “I’ll help.” He told Orcus. “Don’t cry.” “It’s hard.” Quintilius looked over his shoulder. Magistar Cicero was gone. He dropped the packets off and went to get coffee in the office. They were the only two people there. If Magistar Circero was six fulms and seven ilms tall and his leg length was four fulms and two ilms tall, then the stride of his step would be THIS MANY ilms. And if the coffee pot was THIS MANY fulms from the classroom door and seven minutes had already elapsed.... Quintilius filled out the packet, every page, and was back in his seat before Magistar Circero returned. Orcus had mostly calmed himself and stopped crying before Magistar Circero returned, though his shoulders were still shaking. Magistar Cicero had his coffee in one hand as he snatched up Orcus paper. Then he snatched up Quintilius paper. Magistar Cicero was on some big weapons project, because he was so smart for an Elezen. He was so smart, he didn’t even need to look at his answer key to grade their work. Magistar Cicero looked at Quintilius paper first, because it was on top, and he sighed. He sighed and tossed it onto his desk. Then he looked at Cicero’s paper. He didn’t sigh. But he did look angry. “This isn’t your hand writing, bas Orcus.” The paper was thrown down on his brother’s desk. “Are you so stupid that you have to ask your little brother to do your warm up exercises?” “N..no...” Orcus’ eyes were so large that none of the tears under them could bubble up and fall out. “Are you so stupid that you can’t do a five year olds work?” They were both five for another month, but that didn’t seem like the sort of thing the Magistar kept track of. “No!” “These are hyperbolic functions! FIVE YEAR OLDS UNDERSTAND THIS!” The Magistar looked curious. He grabbed a new work sheet and slapped it on Orcus desk. “FIGURE IT OUT.” Quintilius stared forward. He could hear his brother sniffling and he looked to see if he was crying. At that moment, Orcus was looking at him. But his eyes weren’t crying. His eyes looked hateful. --- The next day, they were working on a new lesson. Magistar Cicero had explained the process then gave them a work sheet with twenty problems to solve using the new method. Quintilius stared at his sheet. His eyes roamed back and forth. With this new process, he could see how this type of problem expanded and could be worked out. He figured out the answer for question one, two, and three just by glancing at them. It was kind of fun applying the new method. But by question four (which he could also solve by looking now) and question five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten being the same way, Quintilius just felt bored. The only thing that kept him in a state of momentum was having to show his work. He sighed and dipped his pen into the inkwell. Twenty problems seemed gratuitous for this easy of an equation. Maybe the next method would be more interesting? “Ngh... ngh...” Quintilius went still. “...damn it...” Magistar Cicero already had his coffee, so he was walking in a circle around them. “You know this, bas Orcus, look at the bored.” He sighed. “...I...ngh...” “Look at the bored. FOLLOW the formula.” He could hear Orcus pen dig into the paper. “What is this?” The Magistar leaned over Orcus. “You aren’t even following the order of operations. Where did you get THIS variable??” Quintilius chewed on his lip slowly. He dipped his pen back into the inkwell and began to scratch it on the paper. “...ngh...” He said. Magistar Cicero turned around and his eyebrows went up. “Are you done, bas Quintilius?” He went to grab a worksheet he prepared with some harder examples. “Then---” “No, it’s hard.” Quintilius looked up and he tried to make his expression look pleading. “...I don’t understand it, Magistar.” The Magistar looked at the five year old, then he looked at Quintilius first set of flawless answers. Then back at the five year old. “Are you trying to play a game here, bas Quintilius?” “...n... no Magistar...” Quintilius stammered, feeling cold. The Magistar had never yelled at him before. “Are you bored? Are you trying to have fun?” The Elezen demanded. “Or did you just catch your brother’s STUPID? “Look here,” he jabbed a finger angrily between a pair of parenthesis. “when you see this which app--” (Approximation - Sopholicus’ Rule, named after Tommon cen Sopholicus in 5603,) Quintilius thought (popularized in his textbook series Miscellaneous tracts and Garlean Palladiums though savage scholars argue the rule was established 303 years early by Sharlayan scholar ---) “--roximation, what method should you apply?” “...um... I... I don’t remember...?” Quintilius looked over to his brother. He hoped if they made eye contact, they would feel like... Like they both were connected. Together. “Don’t give me that! You GET it! Look at your other answers! LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU, NOT AT THAT IDIOT!” There were tears in Orcus eyes as he stared back at Quintilius, but there was also hate. ------ Two weeks had gone by and they were four chapters further in their text book. Quintilius had been rushing through his lessons lately. And during his free time, he had been practicing his hand writing. Magistar Cicero didn’t notice, because Quintilius said he was practicing for his music theory performance. Quintilius and Orcus also took music theory together. Which was 3 hours every forth day. Quintilius played the harp beautiful. Orcus was very good on the trumpet. And Quintilius thought Orcus really liked playing it. But brass bands weren’t very popular right now, so Orcus was studying the violin. The day began with a stack of work sheets and Magistar Cicero went to go get his coffee. Quintilius hurried through his sheets. Then he slipped out of his little desk - the one that wasn’t rigged with a bomb - and padded over to Orcus. “Orcus, give me your paper.” He whispered. “Nngh...” Orcus was already struggling. “What? No. You’ll get me in trouble!” “No, I won’t.” Quintilius looked delighted. “I’ve been practicing your hand writing. The Magistar will never know.” Orcus stared at him hatefully. “Let me see your quill.” Quintilius reached to take it from his hand. Orcus pulled the quill back then he jabbed Quintilius with it. The two fell over in a heap. Orcus desk fell with them to the side. It fell on top of them. Orcus was still angry. He was punching. “I hate you! I hate you, I wish you died! I wish you were dead and I never had to see you again!” Quintilius had never been in a fight before. He didn’t know what to do. And his eye really hurt. And for a moment, the world around him seemed to speed up. There weren’t twenty questions in front of him that he instantly knew the answer to but he had to write out his work. Or sit there and painfully wait for the other person to finish speaking. For a moment there, the world seemed to be moving at normal speed. Quintilius brought his hand up and tried to catch the fist going towards his face. “I HATE YOU! I hate EVERYONE!” Orcus fist slid from Quintilius palm and struck him in the face. They were both five and spent all day at school desks. So even if Orcus was trying his best, he was failing at that too. Quintilius would walk away with a few red marks that would fade in ten minutes. The hatred wouldn’t. Quintilius wondered if this is what Orcus felt like. When he was trying his best. On his work sheet. At the violin. When he was trying his best, but he failing anyway. The hatred would never go away. ---- “Hmm....” It was twelve years later and Quintilius was back in his desk. This one was bigger. He had rolled his us sleeve and was poking at a very, very tiny tattoo he had. It was just a little black dot no bigger than a pour. It looked like a mole. Not even a mole, a very short arm hair. He dipped his quill in ink and brought it to the paper. ‘My earliest memory of failure is getting all the answers wrong on a math test.’ He wrote. ‘Boy did I feel stupid, but it taught me hard work and I also learned not to give up. I always try my best! =)’

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A Change of Heart (Michael Langdon x fem!Reader)

Summary: Michael Langdon drunkenly stumbles into your dorm one night at The Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: use of alcohol, angst, smut, heavy petting, fingering, cum play, oral (female receiving), a lil bit of fluff I suppose

A/N: I’ve been seeing a bunch of posts floating around about the bed-sharing trope, and I wanted to write it SO BAD. It took me a while and ended up being wayyy sweeter than I wanted it to be, but this is finally what I came up with! I hope you guys enjoy. Reblogs/likes/comments are always appreciated! Let me know what you guys think! Also, I did no proof-reading whatsoever so I apologize but what’s knew lmao

Masterlist in bio!

Weekends at Hawthorne were a blessing. You cherished them, counted down the minutes until your Friday lecture was dismissed and you were left to your own devices for the next two days. There were no classes, no nitpicky professors, no being bored to death for hours on end with countless spells and potions that you’d already mastered back at Robichaux’s (you’d come to conclude that the warlocks were eons behind the witches, despite how advanced they swore they were). While your prolonged stay at Hawthorne was turning out to be quite miserable, the weekends worked wonders for the permanent furrow in your brow from Mondays to Fridays.

Most witches and warlocks left the boarding school on the weekends, charming their way into trashy clubs and finessing fruit drinks from whoever they could seduce with their powers. It was as if they never slept for the entirety of those two days. They left early on in the night and returned late the next morning, often looking like they’d just been hit by a truck: messy makeup that was smudged to hell and back, blazers wrinkled beyond belief, sometimes one of them even would be missing a shoe. Some of them never returned until the following Monday, getting caught up in the bustling city of Los Angeles and wishing to forget their duties as students of the supernatural.

But not you. You rarely went out, if ever. Instead of leaving Hawthorne to escape your studies, you stayed within its walls, escaping the people. Your classmates annoyed you, and you used every ample opportunity to stay as far away from them as possible. Everyone left Hawthorne on the weekends, so staying indoors meant you’d be able to avoid the chaos almost completely. It was the only time you were glad to be trapped within the underground of the school for warlocks. No one bothered you. No one beat on your door at night asking you to help them cheat on their upcoming exam. It was peaceful. You could catch up on your latest tv binge, indulge in an extensive skincare routine, relax your bones that ached from putting up with absolute imbeciles for five straight days.

And that’s exactly what you were doing. It was late Friday night, almost too late for any sober person to be awake. You had just gotten out of the bath, this time treating yourself to a lavender soak that successfully worked its way into the sore muscles of your back. Your favorite, oversized t-shirt felt especially cozy against your bare thighs, the hem exposing only the slightest sliver of the bottom of your underwear.

There were no noises coming from outside of your dorm. No shuffling of loafers. No clicking of heels. Just silence. Thank Satan, because you had a long night of catching up on some much-needed sleep ahead of you. That was until you heard a series of offbeat knocks on the dark wood of your bedroom door.

What the fuck? Who could possibly be beating on your door this late at night? You were almost certain that any student that normally harassed you for your assistance during the week was out partying, and it couldn’t be one of the Hawthorne professors. They’re far too old to be up this late. Maybe something went wrong. Maybe someone was in danger. Maybe it was Cordelia coming back for you to tell you you could leave this godforsaken bunker. There was honestly no telling.

You padded over to the door, reaching out to grab the cool, metal handle of the knob. You kept your body hidden from behind the thick of the door, because whoever needed you this late at night certainly did not need to see you in your underwear.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you huffed as the door came ajar and you saw the slender, tall figure that was waiting for you on the other side.

His body towered over yours, much like his ego, his lanky arms leaning casually against the door frame. He was still clad in his Hawthorne uniform that he wore to class earlier that afternoon, only the top of his undershirt was unbuttoned and his necktie hung much looser around the base of his throat. His eyes were still as aquamarine as the Santa Monica oceans that you once visited on a long weekend. It was none other than the Boy Wonder himself, the supposed Alpha, Michael fucking Langdon.

His appearance was quite comical if you were being honest. On any other day, you wouldn’t catch Langdon with a single hair out of place on his perfectly quaffed head or one speck of lint on his onyx black blazer, but given his current posture and the reeking stench of liquor that hit you head on as soon as the door cracked open, you knew he wasn’t in any state of mind to be caring about his appearance in the slightest.

“Oh, come on. You can’t be that surprised to see me,” he daunted, that iconic, shit-eating grin plastered clear across his face.

“It’s the middle of the night, Michael. What do you want?” you asked, disdain dripping from your voice. Your hand went to rest on your hip as you impatiently waited for his answer.

“What you mean, silly? I came to see you. My favorite girl,” he sneered, emphasizing the word ‘favorite.’ His words slurred together as he leaned in to bop your nose with his pointer finger, his drunken state unraveling further and further with each word that left his mouth.

You scrunched your nose up in disgust as his finger made contact with your face. “First of all,” you spat, “I am not your girl. And second, you’re drunk, Langdon. Extremely drunk. How did you even get here?”

Michael chuckled lightly as the cogs in his brain tried to process what you’d just asked him. He ran the palm of his hand up and down his jawline in order to form his next response.

“IIIII don’t realllly knowww,” he mumbled, “Alex called an Uber, but...”

He trailed off, scratching his head in concentration.

“I thiiink they got out at another bar? I kept walking and then I got cold and remembered that I could just use telekinesis and now here I am!” Michael shrugged his shoulders in satisfaction with the nonsense that he’d just spewed from his glossy lips that were sticky from all of the alcohol he’d tossed back like cold medicine.

You stared at him with your brow raised, gobsmacked with the story he’d given you. He was clearly drunker than your intuition led you to believe.

“Transmutation, Michael. It’s transmutation. Not telekinesis.”

“Okayyy. Whatever,” he sassed back, rolling his cerulean blue eyes far back into his head.

“I’m here now, so...Why don’t we have some fun like old times?” his syllables were drawn out and his voice was low, an embarrassing attempt at trying to be seductive. He reached for your sides to give them a playful pinch, but you swatted them away before they could even get close to touching you.

“Michael I already I told you I-”

You were interrupted by Langdon pushing the door to your room open with his foot. He waltzed in casually as if it were his own space, his feet tripping up just slightly as the scuffed the polished hardwood of the floor. There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere as the brazen boy entered your dorm for the first time in weeks. The feeling was all too familiar, but only this time it was under completely different circumstances. Your arms went instinctively to pull down your already oversized nightshirt to cover yourself, as if it mattered. Michael was the last person that cared about your indecency. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you in far less before. And more than a handful of times at that.

“I know, I know, sweetheart. You told me. I’m an, ‘insolent, repulsive excuse for a man,’ and you, ‘never want to speak to me again,’” Michael babbled while using air quotes with his fingers as he recalled the explosive argument you’d gotten into where you ended your arrangement with him permanently. You were surprised he could even recall that much of the fight given the way his eyes were glossed over and his cheeks were consumed by a rosy, drunken glow.

“But you know something, Y/N?” he asked as he crossed his arms behind his back and began pacing around the room, “I never understood why that bothered you. It really wasn’t that ba-”

“You told the entire school, Michael,” you interjected, clapping your hands together for emphasis.

“Sooo? Is that such a horrible thing?”

“Yeah, it is!” you were growing angry now at his persistence, wishing he’d just leave and go back to wherever he came from before he’d ruined your quiet night in. His presence was bringing up feelings you had repressed deep into your psyche, and it only got worse as each second passed.

“You need to caaaalm dooown,” Michael began rubbing his temples with each of his middle fingers as if to say your increased volume was giving him a migraine.

He sobered up suddenly, walking right up to you to and taking both of your shoulders into his hands. “I’ve told you one thousand times already, sugar. I never meant to upset you when I said that shit. Honestly, I didn’t think you had a problem with anybody knowing.”

“Well, I did have a problem with it, Michael. What we did-,” you gestured back and forth, referring to the both of you, and the long history you shared before Michael betrayed your trust, “-was private. Personal. It was our thing. And you ruined that by telling everyone. It was so embarrassing, walking into class every day knowing that everybody was staring at me and calling me a ‘dirty whore’ behind my back.”

Michael nodded silently at your words, his lips pressed into a thin line. For a split second, you almost thought he took what you said to heart. That maybe you’d even get a genuine apology from him. That was until he leaned into your ear and you felt his warm, inebriated breath trickle down your neck as he spoke.

“But you’re my dirty whore, right?”

You should have known, Langdon was never one for taking things seriously. You shook his palms away from your shoulders, walking to the other side of the room to be as far away from him as possible.

“You know what? I’m done with this shit, Michael. Get the fuck out of my room. Go find another girl to entertain you for the rest of the night because I’m not the fucking one. Not anymore,” you demanded, crossing your arms against your chest.

A flicker of sadness danced across his face at your harshness. Had you not been staring a hole into his soul, you wouldn’t have caught it. Michael kept his feet planted on your shaggy area rug, not moving one muscle. He was quiet, for once. The only sound coming from him was his heavy breathing that you assumed was due to your outburst.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” you spat, “Does the magnificent Boy Wonder have nothing to say for once in his fucking life?”

Michael continued to stare at the floor like his pointed, Louboutin oxfords were the most captivating thing since the invention of the wheel. Maybe you’d actually managed to hit him where it hurt. Maybe the disintegration of your relationship had affected him more than he’d let on. Or maybe, hopefully, he’d finally leave you alone so you could permanently forget about everything that had (or hadn’t) happened between you two.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

That was all it took. Not even one second later, your favorite, faux-fur rug was covered in vomit. Michael dropped to his knees as he hurled, clutching his heaving stomach to ease the queasy feeling. It was like watching the water at Niagra Falls continuously cascade down its steep drop; you had never seen anyone puke that much in your entire life.

“Ohh, shit,” you muttered to yourself as you padded your way over to where Michael was sitting on the floor.

You suddenly felt bad for Michael. He had tears in his eyes from the strain, and you could feel the fevered hotness of his skin radiating from his blazer. His helplessness compelled you to reach out and stroke his spine comfortingly while he continued to empty his guts out onto your bedroom floor. Michael leaned into your touch, resting the side of his head against your bare thighs to steady himself.

“Are you okay?” you asked when the waves of his vomit had subsided.

“Peachy,” Michael snapped back, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

As much as you hated him at the moment, the thought of Michael being left alone to tend to his impending hangover filled you with the slightest bit of guilt and pity. You expelled a loud sigh from your throat before you spoke again.

“You should probably just stay here. I don’t think you should be left alone tonight,” you posed, your tone in great contrast to how you were screaming at him to leave just minutes before.

“No, no, no,” Michael stated. His voice was woozy again, still drunk even after all of that puking. “You wanted me to leave, remember?”

He tried to stand up, planting one of his large hands on your nightstand for leverage, but he stumbled again much like how he had when he first entered your room. You caught him by wrapping your arms around his torso before he could faceplant into the vomit that had pooled at his feet.

“Okay, but that was before you threw up everything you’ve eaten in the last week onto my carpet,” you began walking him back to your bed so he could be more stabilized, making sure to avoid the pile of bile, “And I’d rather not walk into another lecture on Monday morning about the dangers of teen drinking when John Henry catches you puking again in the hallway on your way back to your room.”

Michael let out an unexpected chuckle to himself at your mention of the Hawthorne instructor.

“I’ve got John Henry under control. You don’t need to worry about him,” he waved his hand in the air nonchalantly, clearly still unable to shake the alcohol from his system, even after the damage he’d just done to your rug.

“Umm, why?” you asked whilst simultaneously digging through your drawers for a shirt Michael could sleep in.

He flopped back on the bed, his arms crossing behind his head like a pillow. “We have a little, arrangement, I guess you could say. He definitely won’t be up my ass about anything anytime soon.”

You paused your rummaging to turn around and give Michael a quizzical expression, confused as to if he was being serious or if it was another one of his drunken rambles.

“Well, that’s not entirely true. He will be up my ass. Just in other ways, I suppose.”

“You’re disgusting,” you huffed, your fingers finally settling on the sweatshirt you’d been looking for. You wadded up the top and launched it at his face, suddenly wishing it was something much harder than a ball of fabric.

“Put that on.”

Michael took the sweatshirt in his hands, his faded vision trying to comprehend where he’d seen it before. It was one of the heather grey gym pullovers that every warlock was given when they arrived at Hawthorne, so he knew it wasn’t yours. He knew it wasn’t his either, because you’d thrown that at him also when you broke things off with him a handful of weeks ago. Which only meant one thing...

“Where did you get this, Y/N? Whose is this?” he demanded, his body shooting straight up from where he had been laying on your down comforter.

There was no reason to, but your face immediately flushed with embarrassment. What happened between Michael and you was in the past, even though you often wished it wasn’t. You had to move on, and in some ways, you had. It was what you were supposed to do. You’d hoped he would be too drunk to even notice that it was another warlock’s pullover, but Michael Langdon always had a way of catching you off guard.

“Don’t worry about it, Michael. Please, just put it on so we can both go to sleep. You’re not wearing your vomit-soaked clothes in my bed.”

“No. Tell me,” his eyes were pleading for an answer. You could see the rising anger in his chest, how his nostrils flared just slightly with every breath he took.

“It’s not a big deal, Michael. Seriously. Now put on the fucking sweatshirt before I make you sleep on the floor next to your puke.”

Michael rolled his eyes at your digression from the subject, wishing he was sober enough to be able to read your thoughts. He made a mental note to do that first thing in the morning. If he would even remember.

“I’m not wearing your new fuck buddy’s clothes, love. It’s not gonna happen.”

That struck a nerve. Just because the relationship between you and Michael never strayed from casual fucking, and lots of it, who was he to imply that that’s all you’ve ever been interested in from other guys? If the supposed Alpha was so good at reading people, why hadn’t he caught on to your own desires?

“Who said he’s my fuck buddy? Do you not think I’m capable of being in an actual relationship with someone?”

“Not saying that at all, princess. I just have a feeling there aren’t very many people you’re interested in. Especially not a warlock anyway,” he said disparagingly.

(Well, shit. Maybe he was good at reading people.)

“Honestly, I’m tired of arguing with you. Can you please just take off your clothes so we can both get some sleep?” you jeered, utterly exhausted at just the presence of the tall blonde.

“Mmmm, yes ma’am,” Michael replied, wiggling his brows at you flirtatiously. He seemed to have forgotten about his bubbling rage for a brief moment. Of course, that’s where his train of thought went to.

You didn’t even have the energy to fire back, you simply rolled your eyes at the mess of a boy in front of you with your arms crossed sternly at your chest. It got your point across.

Michael huffed a low, “fine, but I’m not wearing the fucking sweatshirt” under his breath before he began fumbling for the necktie that had come completely untied at this point. He tried to take off his blazer, but got caught in the thick fabric and began helplessly trying to shrug it off of his broad shoulders.

“You’re pathetic, Langdon,” you groaned, trudging over to where Michael was sitting on the bed to help him shake the remainder of his unkempt uniform.

He was tired now, seemingly floating in and out of consciousness as he tried to keep his heavy eyelids open. When you finally unlatched the last button of his undershirt and your fingers gently grazed the dip of his protruding collarbone, you paused. Just weeks ago, this action would have brought you great joy, a spout of arousal seeping from your core at what was to follow. But for some reason, this evoked a twinge of sadness in your heart. Michael wasn’t yours anymore. He wasn’t yours to touch, wasn’t yours to think about. Despite the suggestive things Michael had said throughout the evening, you knew it was the alcohol speaking on his behalf. He certainly didn’t feel the same way you did about him. You were nothing more to him than a hole to be filled, as he’d let the entire school know it.

You snapped out of your daze after hearing a loud hiccup escape from Michael’s lips. He chuckled like a child at the high-pitched sound it made, only causing you to roll your eyes at him for the millionth time tonight.

“Okay, you’re good,” you said to him whilst giving him a gentle pat on the cheek, “Go to sleep.”

Michael nodded sheepishly, falling back to rest his head on the extra pillow at the head of your bed. He seemed to fall asleep almost instantly as his hiccups subsided and were replaced with small snores that trickled out of his open mouth with each breath.

You walked around to your side of the bed and crawled in, savoring the cool satin of your sheets and the feeling of being off of your feet again. As you threw the duvet cover over both yourself and Michael, you considered stuffing a body pillow in between the two of you. Assuming he was far too intoxicated to even think about trying to pull anything, you opted against it. You’d most definitely wake before him anyway. By the looks of it, he’d surely sleep until well on the next evening.

Just as you felt the beacon of sleep crawling towards you, you remembered the overflow of vomit on the floor next to your bed, as it was beginning to smell more and more foul. With droopy eyelids, a half-hearted wave of your wrist and a low mutter of Latin under your breath, the stain evaporated.

Michael stirred at the commotion, swimming about in the excess of the duvet to turn towards you.

“Y/N?” he beckoned, not even bothering to lift his head from the pillow or open his eyes as he spoke.

You didn’t answer, seeing as it would most likely be another attempt to piss you off with his intoxicated bullshit.

“I’m sorry,” he muffled through scrunched up cheeks and the material of his pillow.

“For what?” you asked him. For interrupting your quiet night in with his nonsense? For puking on your floor?

“I just wanted everyone to know you were mine.”

It felt borderline cruel, the way he’d been talking all night. This was no different. He’d sworn up and down that all your relationship ever was was casual, but everything he said in the last hour, regardless of whether or not he meant it, seemed to contradict that statement.

Before you could question him further, although you were almost positive you knew what he was referring to and that he wasn’t being truthful, he had fallen back asleep. His breathing evened out and his body stiffened, succumbing to his drunken slumber.

But it was alright. You wouldn’t have known how to respond anyway.

Your brain paid no mind to the fact that it was the weekend, as your biological clock withdrew you from your sleep at a rather early hour. Especially given that you’d spent a lengthy amount of time tending to the presumably hungover Boy Wonder that was fast asleep next to you. As you motioned upwards to outstretch your stiff limbs, you realized your body was being constricted by an overbearing force.

Michael’s arms.

In the midst of his slumber, or most likely, on purpose, he had found his way over to your side of the bed. Go figure. Michael had his lanky, toned forearms wrapped tightly around your middle and his head nestled comfortably in between your shoulder blades. You felt the ends of his golden blonde curls just slightly tickling the back of your neck each time he took a breath.

You could move. Shake yourself out of his grasp or shove him back over to his side of the bed, or even kick him out of your room and send him back to his own. But a handful of reasons kept you from doing so.

For starters, he had certainly had a long night. Him puking on your carpet was only the aftermath of what you had assumed was an extremely eventful evening, meaning he could definitely use the sleep.

Second, you couldn’t help but be reminded of how things used to be with Michael. There were only a handful of times that you ever slept together through the night, but when you did, you savored every moment. He was much softer when he slept, a great contrast to how harsh he had always been with you earlier on in the evening, when he had you on your knees, forcing his length down your throat, making you gag on your own saliva as well as his cock while he fucked your face with no mercy whatsoever. He cuddled into you like a child does their teddy bear when he slept, tangling his limbs with yours, tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder. The first few times you’d woken up being practically smothered by Michael’s body on yours he’d tried to play it off, tried to pretend like he hadn’t meant to grab onto you at all. After you’d failed to show any type of discomfort, he stopped making excuses and shamelessly grappled onto you as often as he could. You loved it quite a bit more than you were willing to admit, hence why, right now, you opted to stay put. If lying here for an extra 20 minutes was the closest you would ever be to Michael again, so be it.

And you really hoped he was comfortable, because much to your chagrin, his sharp hip bone was digging into your back. At least you thought it was his hip bone until you accidentally shifted in the sheets and you heard a quiet, hoarse moan spill from Michael’s lips.

To test whether or not your movement and Michael’s subsequent groaning was a mere coincidence, you rolled your hips back again. Another quiet, but more forceful mewl evoked from Michael’s chest, the vibrations muffling against the cotton of your t-shirt.

Now you knew it definitely wasn’t his hip bone. You had been grinding yourself against his impressively hard morning wood, and just the mere thought of it already had you worked up. The girth, the thick, prominent vein that ran along the underside, the way that Michael had the ability to split you in half with it, skewering you onto him until you saw stars. You needed more. To hear his pants and groans while you worked him over and over as you had many times in the past.

Pushing the boundaries even further, you swiveled your hips back once more, this time further back and harder against him. This time, all you got was a low-register grunt.

“Are you having fun?”

His deep, baritone voice filled you with shock, and a little with panic. You’d thought for sure he had been sleeping, as he’d barely even moved the entire time you’ve been awake thus far. Unsure of how to respond, you laid frozen in his arms.

Michael resituated himself on the bed, pulling you closer into him so that he had a better grip around your waist and his cock was pressed firmly against your backside.

“I know you’re not asleep,” he beckoned, slowly trailing his fingers up your stomach and then down again, stopping just before he reached the flimsy waistband of your panties.

“I can smell you.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Michael teased as his hand crept lower and lower until the pad of his middle finger barely grazed over the fabric that rested above your clit.

“Don’t you want to play?”

He pressed down on your panties gently, eliciting the smallest of whines on your part. You jutted your hips forward in an attempt to grind yourself harder onto his fingers, which did not go unnoticed by Langdon. He clicked his tongue in your ear.

“Not so fast, little witch,” he paused, “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” he emphasized with a harsh roll of his hips into your ass.

“Michael, please,” you begged, fighting a moan as he began circling his calloused fingers through your folds.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears, and the flickering of an addictive fire simmering low in your belly. Michael was breathing heavily down your neck, focusing his concentration on your throbbing clit and each desperate sound that weaseled its way up your throat and through your now parched lips.

He clicked his tongue in your ear in disapproval of your begging.

“As I recall, you used to enjoy this,” he mocked, “The chase. The build-up.”

He paused to pull your panties to the side and plunge his index and middle fingers inside of you.

“My fingers.”

Michael quickly withdrew them from your heat, but not without another whine from you. He brought them to his lips slowly, savoring the taste of your sickly sweet saccharine that he’d been denied of for quite some time now. You heard him moan obscenely as he lolled his tongue around his digits, sending another bout of arousal through you, and your patience over the edge.

“Are you done being dramatic?” you posed, the annoyance evident in your voice.

It was obvious where this was going. Why waste any more time?

Your words seemed to have angered Michael, as he abruptly shoved you onto your stomach and straddled your waist all in one, fluid movement. His cock rocked against your ass firmly when he situated himself so that he was hovering just above your face, his silky curls tickling the exposed part of your shoulder.

“What the matter, princess?” he taunted, snaking his arm under your neck so that he could jerk you upwards by the jaw, forcing you to lift your head from the pillow he had just shoved you down onto.

“Does your new boyfriend not know how to treat a lady?”

Michael wiggled his other hand around your middle to toy with your clit through your soaking wet panties once more. You mewled against his tight hold on you, struggling to breathe as he seemed to push his fingers even more harshly against the pressure point on your throat and harder against your swollen bud.

“Or did you just forget everything I taught you?”

Michael released his grip from your throat, hands moving south to yank your underwear from your legs. You were left clothed in only the oversized t-shirt you slept in.

He took your ass in hands, kneading the warm mounds of flesh in circles, admiring the beauty beneath him. As he parted your cheeks, you felt his thumb creep downwards. He began to rub you in circles, from your sticky folds where cum oozed slowly from your core and up to the puckering ring of your asshole. Michael pressed down gently on the skin there each time he returned to it, savoring the exaggerated pants that left your lungs.

“God, Michael,” you moaned against the pillow, fighting tears of frustration and lust.

He was right. All of your hookups since Michael couldn’t compare the racy nights you spend with him, where he teased you for hours, making sure you were a wet, sobbing mess before brutally fucking you into the squeaky, springy mattress in his dorm. You had missed this, but you felt like you might implode if he didn’t do something to ease the aching between your legs, and fast.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You know better than that.”

From behind you, you heard the sound of Michael tugging his boxer briefs from his hips. Everything inside of you wanted to turn around and look, to see his impressively hard cock bobbing freely against the skin below his navel just before he rammed it inside of you, but you feared he’d only draw out the process further if he caught you gawking.

“There isn’t a God on this earth that could keep you from me.”

“Then what’s stopping you now? Hmm?”

Michael chuckled at your poor attempt to snide him before parting your cheeks again, this time to run his cock through the folds of your pussy and against the quivering ring of your asshole. He made sure you were nice and ready for him, although the overflow of sticky juices that had pooled in between your closed legs spoke for itself.

Your eyes screwed shut as Michael entered you, your fingers moving to pinch the silky fabric of the pillowcase beneath you. He moved slowly, only pressing in an inch at a time. The stretch was unbearable, as Michael was endowed with a cock that was incompatible with any other man you had been with. Even when you two fucked regularly, it was never easy to adjust to his massive size.

When Michael filled you to the hilt and stretched you to your full capacity, he began to rock his hips into your ass. His thrusts were shallow at first, but still caused your breath to hitch in the back of your throat each time he bottomed out. He quickly set a new pace, withdrawing himself further and further until he was repeatedly slamming the entire length of his delicious, oozing cock into your dripping cunt without regard to the small tears that were now falling freely from your eyes at the sheer pleasure that consumed your entire body.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more full with the brazen boy’s illustrious cock, Michael dug his fingers into your hipbones and lifted your backside up, forcing you to bring your knees inward and press the top half of your body even further into the sheets. Your glistening hole was now on full display for him, giving him the chance to penetrate your walls even deeper than you imagined possible. You tried grasping onto the pillowcase even harder, but not even your white-knuckled vice grip could soothe the overwhelming build of pressure pooling inside of you below your tummy.

“Michael,” you whined, embarrassed by the desperation in your tone.

“Don’t you dare, slut,” he scolded, giving your ass one firm, blistering smack, “Not until I say.”

His punishment made you cry out and sent another pool of fresh tears from your eyes as you tried your best to give him an obedient nod of your head. It felt good to be taken care of again.

By the shakiness in his voice, you could tell he was rearing his own end. His thrusts began to fall out of line with his previously remorseless pace and his breathing was becoming more and more erratic by the second. You felt him twitching inside of you, his cock begging for release each time he pounded into the warm, tight hole of yours that he had missed so dearly. He’d never tell, but the pillowy folds and spongy, welcoming walls of your pussy was his favorite by far.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he managed to spurt in between thrusts.

You felt his body heat radiating down onto you, heightening the pleasurable burn inside of you. Michael was panting and moaning and gasping, and his hold on your hips grew so intense that you were almost convinced he’d drawn blood with the crescent-shaped indents left behind by his nails.

You couldn’t take it any longer.

“Michael, can I please cum?” you cried, your sweaty hair trashing against the pillow as you tried to hold out for him.

“What did I just fucking say?” he spat.

“You cum when I tell you to cum.”

His pace quickened suddenly. He began skewering his cock into you as fast and as violently as he could manage. When his hips smacked into your ass particularly harshly, he stilled. Michael’s release was accompanied by a throaty groan. He milked himself in your heat as you felt the thick, rope-like strings of his cum coating your walls.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you whined.

Before you even had the chance to complain about Michael denying you of your release, he flipped you over, looking you in the eyes for the first time this entire morning.

“When have I ever not taken care of you?” he posed before snaking his body down the bed and stopping when his head reached what laid between your open legs.

He licked a broad, flat stripe up your pussy, eliciting a gasp from you. You watched as he circled your clit with his tongue, your eyes making contact with the vibrant sapphire of his own. Michael was smirking against your folds as he mouthed at them, getting off on the knowledge that he was the only one that could ever see the pretty faces you were making now. He was certain no other boy had the skill or willingness to see you fall apart, with your eyes glued shut, back arching almost unnaturally as you cried out with passion, on their tongue.

Your fingers went to his hair, which was matted to his forehead with the sweat he’d accumulated from splitting you in two just moments ago. You tugged on the curls nestled against his scalp, wanting him to be suffocated by your heat, not able to breathe even the slightest of breaths. And he let you. He burrowed his tongue into your core, his jaw now covered in your slick and nose now pressed snuggly against your clit. Chants of his name echoed loudly against the cinderblock walls of your dorm. You sure hoped no one was awake yet.

“Are you ready to cum now?” Michael asked, licking another tantalizing stripe through your cunt.

As he lifted his lips from your pussy to speak and dipped back down again, you saw the pearly milk of his own release swirling about on the pad of his tongue. He’d been catching it as it dripped out of you, which only spurred you on even further.

All you could muster was a pathetic, half nod of your chin. Your thighs were beginning to tremble and you could barely keep your head up to see the magic Michael was working in between your legs.

“Then cum,” Michael beckoned.

“Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue.

You came directly after he granted you permission, the juices of your cunt soaking Michael as he continued to tug on your clit with his lips through your orgasm. You contracted around him as he held your hips down with his hands, becoming overstimulated almost immediately after you came down from your high.

Michael climbed on top of you, wiping the excess of your release from his chin as best as he could. He lowered himself to your face again, taking in the glowing sheen that now adorned your cheeks.

“You are so beautiful,” he spoke aloud before crashing his lips against yours.

His teeth clashed against your own and you could taste the remnants of his cum left behind in his mouth. Michael held onto your jaw as he pulled back, pulling the flushed skin of your bottom lip gently with his thumb.

“You taste like vomit,” you jabbed, shoving him off of you and onto the empty space beside you on the bed.

Michael chuckled softly at your dig, placing a hand over his heart.

“And you really know how to ruin a moment. Don’t you?”

He missed you and these little moments you shared after fucking each other’s brains out. He wished there was something he could do to get them back. Forever this time. No more “no strings attached.” No more casual fucks. He wanted you to be his and his only. But he had fucked up so badly that he wasn’t sure there was anything he could do to bring that to fruition.

Little did he know, you were thinking the exact same thing.

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High Times in Cordonia

Wacky Drabble Prompt #12: You know that's not what I meant.

A/N: I haven't written anything from my Two Men and a Baby crew in...well...I don't know when. I kinda miss the old bunch and their shenanigans, so, I thought I would give it another go for old times sake. If I write anymore from this series, and Im sure I will, the new name will be "The Royals". Sorry if this is a bit rusty.

Summary: Liam and Drake find some pot and contemplate the options for getting rid of it, obviously by smoking it.

Warning: Drug usage and cursing.

Word Count: 1280 (not too much over the limit)

Liam and Drake had spent the better portion of the day putting away gifts from Riley's baby shower. The second largest bedroom in their quarters just happened to be Leo's old room and this was the one chosen for the nursery.

The most the housekeepers and the decorators found while transforming the former prince's room into the baby's was a few used condoms, a couple nude pics and a crusty cigar. The Queen, herself, at 8 months pregnant, had scrubbed and sanitized the room for two days, ridding it of any last lingering remnants of her brother in law. Riley was insistant that the essence of Leo be purged from that room before her innocent baby enter it.

"What do you think this is?", Liam asks while holding a small, baggie in front of himself that he found hidden in the back of the nursery closet.

Drake yanked the baggie from Liam's hand and opened it with a sly smirk before sniffing its contents, "I think...I THINK..it's pot".

Liam rips the bag back from Drake's hands with an annoyed expression, "Back off Cooch, I found it first", he said as he shuffled past him to the other side of the room, holding his stash closely to his chest.

"Cooch?", Drake raised a brow attempting to stifle a laugh, "Did you just call me...Cooch?, he asked with a chuckle.

Liam continued sniffing the contents, passively listening to Drake, "You know... that guy from that show you and Riley watched the other day, you sound like the sarcastic, sweater vest wearing one...Cooch".

"I think you mean Chandler and, my god, how are you the leader of this country.......fucking Cooch", he laughed heartily, continuing his mockery.

Liam rolled his eyes then grabbed a stuffed bear from the dresser, throwing it at Drake, who swerved out of the way at the last second. "Okay, so you've had your laugh, are we doing this or what?".

Drake's eyes widened with surprise, "Whatdya mean...like, smoke it?"

"No, I thought we could paint our toe nails with it, of course, smoke it".

'Who's being...Cooch, now, Your Highness...besides, we both know you won't do it. Maxwell begged you for years to try it with him and you were always...", Drake stiffens his posture and deepens his voice, " that stuff is a gateway drug mister and I will not succumb to peer pressure, heh heh heh".

Liam lets out a loud sigh, rubbing a hand over his face, "Well...it is you know and I don't sound like that". He walks over to the rocking chair and slumps down into it, still clutching the baggie. "Its just....I'm getting ready to be a father.."

"Experts claim that is the best time to start a drug habit", Drake interrupts as he sits on the floor in front of Liam.

"You know thats not what I meant", he replies as he sits up in the chair. "Its just that the most daring thing I've ever done is sneak out of the palace on a cronut run, I just want to do one last crazy thing before, you know, my baby gets here".

Drake scratches the back of his neck, shaking his head, waiting for Liam to come up with some logical plan for getting rid of it, just as they did when servants found other Leo stashes around the palace. He looked up at Liam, who seemed to almost be asking him for permission with those sad blue eyes. He certainly didn't appear to be changing his mind, nor, unsure of his decision.

"Fuck it", Drake groaned, "I'll see if Maxwell left any papers in his guest room".

20 minutes later.....

Both men are sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor of the nursery, each with a lengthy joint between their thumb and forefinger. The room was filled with billowy smoke that reflected off the light from the small giraffe lamp on the dresser.

Liam looked down at his joint, disappointment written on his face, "Do you feel anything yet? I don't feel anything".

"Maybe this stuff is too old", Drake took another hit, coughed, then paused for a moment, "maybe this stuff is too old".

Liam laid back on the floor flat, taking in a deeper draw this time before blowing, albeit- unsuccessfully, smoke rings. "You know what Drake, your name sounds like ssssssnake...did you ever think that a snake is really just a tail with a face on it".

"Yeah...yeah...tail is a snake...I've thought about it....a lot", he replies while trying to touch his nose with his tongue.

"Hey Drake?"

"Hmm".

"I wonder if the Japanese flag is really a pie graph of just how Japanese, Japan is?"

Drake runs his fingers down his chin, contemplating Liam's wise observation before snapping his fingers and pointing at him, "OR! Its a giant pepperoni, you know how the Japanese are with their pizza's and shit".

Liam nods, eyes having not blinked in over 20 seconds, "True that".

The guys spend a a few more minutes, waiting for the effects of their marijuana to start. Both deciding it was futile, they felt completely, normal.

10 minutes later....

"Drake, get the hell down from there!", Bastien yells up at Drake who is in the palace ballroom, perched on a chandalier.

Liam stumbles out of the kitchen entrance into the ballroom, a rare commerative edition bottle of Cordonia's finest bourbon that was given to Constantine 25 years ago in one hand and a triple cheeseburger stuffed with cheese doodles in the other. He suddenly stops when he notices Bastien looking up at the ceiling. He then walks casually over to him, taking a loud crunchy bite from his burger, smacks his lips a few times, "Wha dup?"

Bastien glances over at Liam, then does a double take, "Geezus, Your Majesty, are you feeling okay?".

"LIAM..watch this!!", Drake yells down as he starts swinging back and forth, small pieces of the ceiling falling like dust to the floor. He starts singing, "IIIIIII, wanna swing..from the chandalier...from the chandalier-IER!", his voice raising 5 octaves higher.

Liam gasps, "Oooooo, I wanna do that too", he tosses the bottle over his shoulder, shattering it, and thrusts his cheeseburger into Bastien's hand, "hold my burger dude". As he starts to climb the large metal ladder, Bas grips his feet, not allowing him to move any further up.

Liam cocks his head to look at his head guard, his face and shoulders lowering, "Awwww Bas, you dropped my cheeseburger...not cool man"

"Your Majesty, please come down and I will take you to the kitchen and get you a new one", Bastien pleaded.

"Don't listen to him Li, he's just trying to keep you from getting hurt, BUZZKILLER!!!!". Drake's own voice startles himself and he loses his grip and crashes onto a table below, "IM THE FLYING NUN....ouch".

Bastien releases Liam's feet and dashes to Drake, who landed onto the table next to him.

"Drake! Drake!, can you hear me son?", Bastien asks frantically as he looks over him, searching for blood or broken bones.

"Bas?", he asks weakly, his red eyes seaching Bastien's.

"What is it Drake?"

He smirks, "You gotta a wittle boogie in your nose".

Liam hops off the ladder, scoops up some random cheese doodles, before reassembling his cheeseburger and biting into it, "Mmm...T to the A to the S T E Y..girl, you tasty!".

The loud sound of the palace smoke alarm system blares, emergency lights strobing near the exits, illuminating the ball room with flashes. Bastien gets a call over his walkie talkie, "Sir, the Queen reported a small fire in her quarters, located within the nursery. She is safe and being escorted out by Mara, however, she says she thinks there is also a skunk in there".

Bastien rolls his eyes, "Its not a damn skunk, just, get everyone out and I'll meet you outside with His Majesty, over". He turns to Liam who is sitting in a chair, lapping up cheese and grease from the sleeve of his hoodie, then at Drake, who is trying to look at his own eyes. "Alright, Cheech and Chong, let's continue this little party outside". He carefully hoists Drake over his shoulder and pulls Liam up by his hoodie, dragging him to the exits.

"I'm the Cheech, huh, Bas?", Drake asks while hanging limply over his shoulder".

"King Liam Chong", Liam nods, "I like it!...hey wait...my cheese doodles...Bas go back...my cheese doodle...cheese doodles Bastien...cheese doodles.... Bas...IN THE NAME OF GODDAMN CROWN, MY FUCKING CHEESE DOODLES!!!"

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theanonauthorfanfic · 5 years

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Hello Love I'm addicted to your Story's can you write one about Seb and Chubby reader Seb is horny all the time and try his best to get what he want. But she always says no Number 7,33 and 29 Pleeeaaaseeee

7: You want me to give you your (item back? Make me

33: I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.

29: if you cant sleep… then how about we have sex?

When Sebastian found out that Y/N had moved in next door he was not all that happy about it. She was noisy when moving in across the hall from his condo. He liked his peace and quiet since they lived in a busy city. He had hoped she wouldn’t be this noisy all the time.

Y/N had moved in and was hoping to at least be civil with her neighbor across the hall. She had heard him slam his door and she sighed. She knew they may not get along. After she had moved all her things into her new condo she decided to try and make friends with her neighbor. Y/N was going to wait a week and bake something to take over and introduce herself. She got to work on figuring out what baked goods she was making.

Sebastian had spent a week at home and only went out to workout or go to castings if need be. He much rather would stay at home. He was having a rough month with his anxiety. He just had a new neighbor move in and he didn’t know anything about them. While he was caught up in his head thinking there was a knock on his door. Sebastian jumped at the sudden noise that had shaken him out of his thoughts. He had gotten off of his couch and answered the door.

Y/N knocked and waited for her neighbor to answer. She had brownies for them. She was also extremely nervous since she didn’t know who they were and they had already seemed annoyed with her. She stood there rocking back and forth on her heels of her feet. Her neighbor answered his door.

“Hello, I am Y/N,” she greeted him. “I wanted to introduce myself and bring you over some brownies I made for you.”

Sebastian was shocked that she had baked to bring to him to introduce herself. “I’m Sebastian. Come on in,” he invited her in.

(Fast forward in time)

5 years later.

Y/N was sitting on Sebastian’s couch reading her book. She had been friends with him since they actually met 5 years ago. He was taking a shower while she enjoyed the quiet of his place. She was sitting with shorts and a tank top on his couch under a blanket. She has become more insecure in as time went on. She was a plus size girl and was still single. She was attracted to her friend but didn’t want to ruin their friend ship.

“You’re thinking too hard Y/N,” Sebastian mentioned as he dried his hair with the towel.

“I’m reading not thinking Bas,” Y/N spoke back. Sebastian smirked and knew she wouldn’t be paying attention while he stalked closer. He snatched her book out of her hand. “Hey, give that back to me!”

“You want me to give you your book back. Make me,” Sebastian teased. He wanted to get Y/N riled up enough that she finally would give in to him. He wanted to make her his and fuck her hard in his bed. He has wanted this for a few years.

“Bas, stop being mean,” Y/N spoke softly. Sebastian slowly started to pull her blanket off her. “No, Bas.”

“Come on baby girl, give into me,” Sebastian suggested. “You know you want too. You know you want me.” Sebastian leaned down into her ear after placing her book and blanket far away from her. He whispered, “Let me please you. Let me feel you wrapped around my cock sweetheart.”

Y/N blushed, “No Sebastian. I keep telling you this. I will not have sex with you.” Y/N started to get up from his couch. Sebastian eyed her legs and then watched how her body moved while she was getting up.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N,” Sebastian praised as he cupped her cheek.

“I’m going to put some clothes on before you say anything else,” Y/n stuttered and headed back to her apartment.

Sebastian groaned and sunk down on his couch in nothing but a towel that started to tent. “Fuck,” He muttered. He watched Y/N head back to her apartment away from him because he had been to forceful again. He has been trying to make her feel beautiful and wanted everyday he got to spend with her. He even brought him with her when he went to shoot on location. He wanted to wake up to her everyday and see her the last moment before he drifts to sleep at night. He groaned again as he felt his cock twitch. He pulled the towel loose and began to stroke his shaft. He moaned as he used his hand to concentrate on the head. He closed his eyes and imagined it was your hand stroking and pumping him. Sebastian started to cant his hips into his hand. He grunted and moaned, “Y/N fuck just like that.” He was so close to coming. He swirled his hand around the underside of his head and he came with shout. Sebastian was coming down from his orgasm panting. He knew he wanted to fuck you so bad but you denied him every chance. He used the towel to clean up and headed to his bed and crashed.

Y/N had tried to go back to her place she changed into her pajamas after a nice long bath. She was curled up in her bed and just tossed. She didn’t know why she couldn’t sleep. What had happened to her? She got up and went over to Sebastian’s apartment. She knocked on his door.

“What are you doing here at 3 am sweetheart,” Sebastian grumbled still sleepy.

“I couldn’t sleep. I am sorry for waking you. I can go back to my place,” Y/N responded.

“No, its okay,” Sebastian moved out of the way so she could come in. Y/N closed the door and sat on his couch again.

“I don’t know why I can’t sleep,” Y/N shook her head.

“If you can’t sleep, then how about we have sex. It will be the perfect way to tire you out. Plus it will release all that pent up tension princess,” Sebastian seriously spoke.

“Sebastian, you know every time you talk about having sex with me it isn’t funny. It actually makes me feel worse about myself. You could never be with someone like me,” Y/N ranted.

Sebastian sat beside her, “What do you mean I could never be with someone like you beautiful? You are beautiful, smart, and funny. You make me laugh and smile. I trust you Y/N.”

“Bas but I am overweight and have stretch marks. I am not perfect. I don’t have the perfect body you deserve,” Y/N looked at the floor.

Sebastian used his hand to tilt her face up to his, “I don’t care that you aren’t perfect. I want you all of you.” Sebastian leaned in and kissed her hard. Y/n whimpered into his mouth. When they finally parted they were both panting. “Fuck I wanted that for so long.”

Sebastian got up and grabbed her hand as he led her to the bedroom. Y/n was nervous and shy. Sebastian slowly pulled off her shirt and watched her beautiful breasts bounce. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth sucking. Y/N arched her chest into his mouth.

“Fuck Bas,” Y/n swore as her nipple hardened against his tongue. Sebastian pushed her shorts off of her and realized she had no panties on. He groaned as he pushed off his boxer briefs.

“I’m going to make you feel so good sweetheart,” Sebastian mentioned as he rub her clit. Y/N moaned and bucked her hip into his hand chasing them feeling. “So perfect for me.” He watched her reactions as her body shook slightly. He loved the way she looked. He moved into between her legs as he laid her back against his bed. Teasing her with his cock before slowly pushing in.

“Bas you feel good,” Y/N moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Sebastian picked up the paced and pulled out, thrusting back in harder and faster.

“Fuck Y/N you are so tight and wet around me,” Sebastian whispered in her ear as he continued to pound into her. He wanted to make her come undone. He reached between them and used his fingers to rub her clit hard as he fucked her into his mattress. Y/N was a moaning mess. He felt her walls start to clamp down on him and he felt his balls tighten. She looked beautiful when she came around him. As soon as he saw her cum he burst into her filling her with his spunk. They both curled up and past out shortly after.

When Sebastian awoke he realized it was a dream and Y/N would continuously tell him no. He needed to find a way to get her to say yes.

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Ba Sing Se Can Wait

"You know what the scary part of trying is?"

"Duh. Failing."

"I used to think that, I really did, but as we keep going… I've come to realize that the scary part about trying is actually succeeding."

"Succee—what? You're gonna have to explain that one to me. I was with you, for a good while, up until this point… I mean, I sorta get it—no, I get it… I do, I get it, I just wanna see where you're coming from with it. Just so we're on the same page. You and me. I. You and I…."

When Sokka glanced over at that the boy sitting next to him, the boy with the resplendently bald head adorned with a blue arrow tattoo, he could tell by the Avatar's quaint expression that his smooth talking had just bought him some time to figure out just what in the hell Aang was talking about.

The true fear of trying was... success?

How?

In what world?

The last he had heard, the last life had taught him, how he had been raised all throughout his short yet noble life, success was the manifestation of boundless trying, numerous attempts. The concept of being fearful of trying because it might—and should—lead to success was baffling.

More baffling than Katara still attempting to waterbend even at this late hour.

The sky was a twinkling landscape marked with stares and other wonders that seemed close enough to reach out for yet far enough to wish upon. Below that cosmic carpet, Toph had been the first to fall asleep, having crafted the most majestic castle along the shoreline, a castle with four bedrooms, one of which Appa occupied quite naturally, a built in jacuzzi, and this weird little effigy of Sokka that sat in the main hall that looked absolutely nothing like Sokka. The poor earthbender was knocked out, having been lulled into an early sleep by the sound of Katara relentlessly practicing a new waterbending maneuver.

Admittedly, the sight of Katara, free of her hair tie and bathed in the pale light of the moon on high, was an impressive one. Every one of her attempts at trying to combine twin ropes of water into one that would then split into four other tendrils was amazing, especially when she failed or lost focus and the water exploded into glistening sparkles so much like diamonds.

A few feet back, Sokka and Aang sat, previously in silence before the sound of Katara's enervated grunts and growls propelled them into subdued speech. Conversation that was by no means important or worth repeating, just something to break up the tension while occasionally yelling out an encouraging word or two.

An hour ago, Sokka had suggested calling it a night—"We're gonna need our strength for tomorrow, it's the biiiiig move, and we don't wanna take forever getting to Ba Sing Se and"—but after Katara whipped a lance of water at him, both he and Aang summarily decided that Ba Sing Se could probably wait another day or two.

It was part of the Earth Kingdom, after all; it wasn't going anywhere.

"Being taught by Master Pakku really lit a fire under her," Aang continued softly, observing the delicate yet fierce way Katara's arms flowed through every stance she stepped into. It was almost like witnessing a performance, one in its infantile stages to be sure, but the promise of something great was there, shining underneath all the sweat and failure.

Shifting somewhat on the boulder Aang had brought forth for them to use as a chair of sorts, Sokka scratched at his nose. To say Aang's words were an understatement would also, in itself, be an understatement; his sister might as well have turned into a firebender for all the flames he could see flickering just beyond those normally docile pupils of hers. There was unmistakable drive there, a hereto unforeseen degree of determination that was on full display tonight as they watched Katara step and shift and pivot, upsetting the ocean before them into a frothing, bubbling mass.

To tell her to stop now would be tantamount to ending his own life, he felt that much was certain.

Of course, Sokka knew he was stronger than his younger sister—everyone knew it, as a matter of fact—but even he knew better than to disturb her when she was focused.

"She wants to be better than the best waterbender," Sokka responded in a drone, legs drawn up and elbows to his knees. He swished a pine needle between his lips. "What's that got to do with what we were talking about, though?"

"How many times do you think she's gonna fail on the road to being a waterbending master?" For the first time in a long while, Aang adverted his gaze away from Katara's intricate dance and observed the sky. Despite the sparkling darkness above, it was a truly humid night, perfect for stargazing. "Becoming a master isn't something that comes in the span of days... or months... or even years. The title comes with decades of practice, combining wisdom and technique and power..." Something tight settled into his eyes, furrowing his brow. "How many failures is that?"

"How many...? Uhh..." Sokka glanced at his hands, flaring his fingers several times before his head started to hurt and he gave up with an exasperated shrug. "I... Aang, I don't know, probably a lot... a bunch of a lots, why?"

"Because..." Aang gripped himself by the shoulder, squeezing under his knuckles cracked. "Failing is... it's pretty easy."

"You're kidding." Sokka looked affronted and leaned in closer. "How is failing easier?"

"It really is, especially when it's something like this," and Aang indicated toward Katara, who was picking herself up off the sandy shore and brushing grit from her clothes for what seemed like the tenth time, "because nothing is for certain. When it comes to exploring new territory... learning something new... you don't know what you're doing, do you? There's no ingrained roadmap, it's not like you jump outta bed one day and you suddenly know every technique and every hand movement. It takes time."

On the verge of arguing, Sokka lowered the finger he had lifted and instead placed it on his temple. That... made sense. A little. After all, he was a bonafide master with his throwing hatchet—able to knock whatever food Momo had stolen from him right out of those greedy little paws—but as awe-inspiring as his talent was, Aang had a point. It took a lot of effort, many tosses, many fails, many lumps on the backs of the heads of the people from his village...

"Okay, I get that," Sokka started slowly, lifting that finger once more and prodding Aang in the cheek. "So... that's where success comes in! And there's no way that's a bad thing! It means you reached the goal you were striving f—GUH!"

A ball of concentrated water burst over Sokka's face and he flailed about, nearly toppling off the rock.

"Wh-what in the—"

Katara stood stock-still before them, leaning forward as though caught in a breeze and glaring out into the ocean just with one her arms aimed behind her, palm face-up and fingers joined together like that of a spear.

Scrunched up like he had been struck, too, Aang was wide-eyed, staring at the back of Katara's head.

"I need to concentrate," was all she ground out, through gritted teeth even, and neither Aang nor Sokka dared breathe until she had picked up her routine again, elegantly flicking her wrists and summoning great ribbons of water to her call.

"Your sister's pretty crazy, though," Aang whispered, lowly, behind his hand, and Sokka frantically nodded.

"You're telling me this like I wasn't raised with her," Sokka retorted under his breath, wringing out his sodden shirt. "Let's just keep it down, I don't wanna get lassoed into the sea..."

"Agreed."

The two waited for a few more tense moments, once more getting lost in the elegance that resonated from Katara's every move, before picking up their earlier conversation.

"When you fail, nothing really happens," Aang sighed, "except you get to learn. You get to learn from what caused you to fail... if you're lucky. You can take a misstep, a wrong chop, a mixed hand movement—you can take all of those things and smooth it out. Every fail is jagged until it's smoothed out with success."

"Exactly my point." Sokka spoke so lightly that his lips didn't move. "Success is easier because once you're there... you're there."

"Except... that's when everything changes, like when the fire nation attacked," Aang continued, almost as if Sokka hadn't spoken. "When you fail, okay, cool, you know what's going to come next. You're going to try again—"

Sokka nodded stoutly, wondering how much longer he would be able to take sitting on their borrowed boulder until his butt went completely numb.

"—but when you succeed, when you become that master? A whole list of new responsibilities open up like that"—Aang pantomimed snapping his fingers—"and nothing's the same."

Exhaling all the tension that came from anticipating Aang snapping his fingers out loud and suffering another strike from Katara, Sokka slouched forward, letting his arms dangle. "That's... but that's kinda how things go, isn't it?"

"I dunno. I think I'm figuring that out as we go," Aang admitted with a nervous grin. "I just know when you succeed, things can't be like how they were when you failed, can they? Like, look at Katara... she's failing pretty hard right now—"

"—please don't hear, please don't hear, please don't hear—"

"—but we know she's gonna make it. Course she is, she's Katara." It was barely noticeable, the soft smile that lifted the corners of Aangs mouth, but Sokka didn't miss it. "When she does, she's... there's gonna be expectations. With that knowledge and power, people are gonna wanna learn from you, they're gonna want you to teach, and lead, and—and help prosper. They're gonna come calling, near and far, everyday, looking for your services. That's... that's a lot to deal with, ain't it? More than just failing."

Beyond that smile, Sokka could see the trepidation settling into Aang's stare.

"It's just... when you fail, nobody expects nothing, you can keep on going like you were, semi-sorta free? The moment you succeed, though... you can't go back. You can't unlearn what you've mastered, you've got to... your road changes and you gotta walk it."

The night air was powerfully refreshing, and more than a little chilling while Sokka sat there in damp clothes. He stared out at his sister, silently observing... tracing her every step to memory. "I can see that," he said, pulling the pine needle from between his lips. "Yeah, I can see why that would be kinda..."

"Scary," Aang supplied hoarsely, bringing his own legs up and wrapping his arms around them. "I don't fear failure, Sokka. I fear success. I fear making it exactly where I need to be... and not being enough to stay there."

Of all the fears Sokka struggled with, known and unknown, a fear of success had never been one of them.

Until this very moment.

The grating splashes that signaled another failure on Katara's part were growing noticeably infrequent. If Sokka was developing a chill then Katara, weighed down by her waterlogged garments, had to be downright frozen, but she didn't drop her arms, she didn't relax her fingers or allow her aching legs to fold. Every breath she drew in was ragged and every exhale came out as a puff of visible air; she blinked like she had a tick, paying no mind to the streaks of sweat curving down her face, dripping off her chin; she paid no mind to the roaring fatigue settling into each of her limbs, invading her thought process, begging her to give in, to try again tomorrow—

"We're not a species meant to bask in failure," Sokka said, sporting a grin when Katara lifted her trembling arms up high, "that's not our style, it's not in our nature, Aang."

Growing wide-eyed, Aang watched as Katara flexed her fingers, once more drawing a great swell of water to her command before sharply shifting her body, bending it with her.

"Failure is... well, you're right. It is easy," Sokka admitted, feeling anticipation twist at his insides, knotting tighter and tighter as the rivulets of water under his sister's control shivered and twirled. "Which is why we can't settle there. We have to strive for success and all the terrifying new roads that it opens up for us... 'cause those roads will open up new roads for others who will go on to open even more roads. And yeah, success might lead to new opportunities to mess up, that's the cycle, ain't it? At least one thing's for certain..."

He suddenly threw an arm over Aang's shoulder the moment before Katara slammed a foot down, flexed her fingers, and made an intense tearing motion, one that caused the giant water whip overhead to lash apart into a flurry of thrashing tendrils.

"You won't be alone, Aang. We're gonna fail together and succeed together. A lot."

Almost immediately after its birth, the wild creation lost its form and fell apart into a torrent of water that splashed back to the sea. "YEEEESSSS!" A prideful cry left Katara in the same instant feeling left her knees and she hit the ground. But she didn't fall over. She refused.

"I DID IT! I REALLY, REALLY DID IT!" Face smeared with sweat and grime, Katara whirled around on her knees to the boys behind her and somehow, despite having no energy left, managed to punch the air with a tightly coiled fist. "Did you guys see that? I DID IT!"

"She did it!" Sokka cried, latching onto Aang. "Oh thank God, she did it! Now we can finally go to sleep!"

"Congratulations, Katara!" Aang yelled, thoroughly impressed while trying to shove a weeping Sokka off, and he would have showered the beaming waterbender with more well-earned praise if the boulder the two of them sat on hadn't suddenly been violently snatched out from underneath them.

As Sokka and Aang collided with the unyielding sand, Toph poked her head out the front of her sand castle, groggily rubbing sleep from her eye. "HEY! It's way-too-late-for-this-mess o'clock! Shuddup and go to bed!"

"Th-that chick has some serious anger issues," Sokka groaned, trying to untangle his limbs from Aang.

Katara just giggled tiredly, "I'll agree with you there...," then she fell out.

The End

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My Happiness Comes From You

Patience and Understanding

This fic is part 3 of my Driam series, My Happiness Comes From You. It fulfills an old prompt left over from the July challenges, Sunset. It was given to me by my good friend @kennaxval Sorry it’s so late. This series is my attempt to give Driam a happy ending. Parts of this series may be NS*W, this part however is pure angst.

Word Count: 2234

All characters belong to Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them.

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Drake finished setting up camp shortly before dinner time. He had just pierced some hot dogs to cook over the fire when he heard the sound of rustling leaves at the edge of camp. He groaned and rolled his eyes as he saw Liam and Bastien push through the bushes into the clearing. He turned back to his hot dogs, ignoring them as they set down their packs and Bastien began pitching his tent. Liam looked over at Drake with longing. It had been a week since the coronation and Drake had kept his distance from Liam. The distance between them was physically draining Liam, he knew he had made a huge mistake. He couldn’t eat or sleep or focus. Liam fumbled as he tried to set up his own tent, finally throwing the poles down in frustration. Bastien walked over and put a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “Allow me, your majesty. You should go talk to Drake.” Liam smiled gratefully at Bastien as he ran his hands through his hair. “Thanks Bas.”

He walked over and sat down next to Drake. Without making eye contact, or saying a word, Drake handed Liam a stick with a hot dog on the end. Liam took the stick and held his hot dog over the fire. The two men sat in silence, cooking their hot dogs, as they had done hundreds of times over the course of their lives. But this time was different. There was so much tension hanging in the air between them. There had never been tension between them. Never. Liam felt a pang of guilt and hot tears stung his eyes as he concentrated his focus on his hot dog. He pulled the stick from the fire to examine the hot dog, then stuck it back in the fire.

Drake’s voice was flat. “Be careful. You know you don’t like them crispy.” Liam turned his attention from the hot dog to Drake’s face. It was void of emotion, flat just like his voice. Liam couldn’t help but visually cringe as he pulled his hot dog from the fire. “Got any buns?” Drake tossed the package of hot dog buns in his direction wordlessly. Every action from Drake pierced right through Liam’s heart. He opened the package and removed two buns. He offered one to Drake. The two of them sat in silence as they ate their hot dogs. A few minutes later they were joined by Bastien. He took one of the sticks and pierced a hot dog then sat down on the opposite side of the fire. He looked back and forth between the two men as he stuck his hot dog into the fire.

Bastien continued to observe the two men, eating in misery, as he finished cooking his hot dog. He asked Drake to pass him a bun and used the bun to slide the hot dog off the stick before he spoke. He locked his eyes on Drake, then Liam. “You two need to talk. You will never work past this if you don’t communicate your feelings.” He stood up with his hot dog in hand. “I’m going to take a walk. When I come back maybe we can make s’mores?” He turned and took a trail into the woods.

The two men sat in silence for a long while. Then Liam hit his breaking point. He took a deep breath and looked at Drake. “I know you’re angry. I don’t blame you. But please know that I still have every intention of being with you. I need you, Drake. By my side. Always.” His voice was pleading as he searched Drake’s face for signs of emotion. But Drake was the stoic one today. He refused to look at Liam, instead watching the dancing flames of the fire in front of them. Liam felt as if he might crawl out of his skin. He had never not been able to get through to Drake. His voice was barely a hoarse whisper as he looked at Drake with tears welled in his eyes. “Please, Drake. Talk to me. Yell at me. Be angry. Do something. This silence is killing me.”

Drake sighed and turned to lock eyes with Liam for the first time. His tears overflowed as Liam sobbed. “Please. I need you, Drake. You are my rock. I can’t do any of this without you.” He reached out and laid a hand on Drake’s arm. “My happiness comes from you.” Drake snatched his arm out of Liam’s reach as anger raged in his eyes. “Your happiness comes from me??? Bullshit.” He stood up and paced back and forth in front of the campfire as he took deep breaths to try and calm himself down. He stopped in front of Liam. “If that were true I’d be wearing the ring with that same inscription right now. You’ve acted like a coward. How am I supposed to believe a word that comes out of your mouth? You promised me everything, all I ever wanted was you. Then snatched it away without a second thought. I-I don’t…..” His voice faltered and cracked as he wiped his wet cheeks. He looked directly into Liam’s eyes with deep sorrow as his voice came out barely a whisper. “I don’t think I can trust you anymore.” He hung his head and his shoulders slumped as he turned and wondered over to the edge of the campsite.

It was Drake’s favorite place to set up camp. His father had brought him here when he was a young boy, then after he died Bastien used to bring him and Liam camping fairly frequently. The campsite was perched on top of a cliff, offering an amazing view of the valley below. And it faced west, so it also was an amazing place to watch the sunset. It was not quite late enough for that yet, but that’s what was on Drake’s mind as he stood at the edge of the cliff and took in the familiar view of the valley below. How many times had he watched the sunset with Liam in his lifetime? More than he could count. Could he live with never watching another? He sighed deeply and shook his head. He knew the answer. He turned around slowly to find Liam standing directly behind him, a pleading look on his face.

“Li, I am trying to move past this. I really am. But this hurts really bad. Please just respect that I need some time.” He turned away and followed the path Bastien took earlier into the woods.

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Bastien was not surprised at all when Drake pushed through the bushes into the small clearing where he was sitting on a makeshift bench made from a fallen tree and two stumps. He was silent as Drake sat down next to him and immediately started to sob. Wordlessly, he wrapped an arm around Drake’s shoulders and for a long while the only sound was sobs. When the sobs subsided, Bastien spoke carefully. “You know Liam loves you. You have to understand the position he is in. He isn’t just some guy, hell he’s not even just a prince anymore. He’s the King! He is the single most important man in this country. He can’t just do what he wants, unfortunately. He has to remain diplomatic in all situations, including his personal life.” Drake met Bastien’s steel grey eyes as he nodded. “I know, I get it. But that doesn’t stop it from hurting. It feels so hopeless. I don’t know how to move on.”

Bastien narrowed his eyes at Drake. “Son, you know as well as I do that Liam is a man of his word. If he says he wants to be with you, he will find a way to make that happen. Diplomatically. Garnering the support of the people. All it takes is time.” He stood up and placed a hand on Drake’s shoulder. “Do you love him?” Drake nodded. “Yes, of course I love him.” Bastien shrugged. “Then I don’t see the problem here. Support him. Trust him. He will make this happen. Just be patient and give him a little time.” He turned and walked back down the path, leaving Drake on the bench contemplating his words.

Liam looked up hopefully as he heard the sound of Bastien approaching. His face fell when he saw the royal guard step into the clearing. “Is he ok?” Liam asked. Bastien shook his head. “No your majesty, he is not. He’s a fucking mess. But I think he may have some perspective now.” Liam looked up with a glimmer of hope in his eye. Bastien smiled at him warmly. “I think I’m going back to the palace. You two could use the privacy to work things out. I’ll be back in the morning to help break camp.” Liam nodded. “Yes, thank you so much.” Bastien left and Liam began to think about how he could win back Drake’s trust.

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Drake sat for a long while, Bastien’s words ringing in his head. Of course he was right. Drake had to learn to trust that Liam would fix this. He had to be patient and understanding. He smirked and shook his head. Those were two qualities he didn’t possess. The sun was dropping lower in the sky and Drake shot up as he realized that soon it would be sunset. He set off back toward camp at a brisk pace.

He found Liam on the bench at the edge of the cliff, gazing off into the valley below. The sky was already streaked with orange and yellow hues as the sun began to drop lower and lower. Drake walked over and stood behind him and placed his hands on his shoulders. He leaned over and kissed the top of Liam’s head softly. “I’m sorry, Li. Of course I trust you. You are the closest person to my heart.” Liam reached up wordlessly and covered Drake’s hand with his as they watched the sky grow darker, the orange and yellow hues fading to pink and purple as the sun sunk lower.

Just as the sun was fading into the horizon, Liam rose and turned to face Drake. Their eyes locked, both pairs of eyes weary and red-rimmed, but also hopeful and full of love. Liam kissed Drake softly, then dropped to one knee in front of him as he took both of his hands in his. “My love, I am truly sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. I was wrong. I never should’ve proposed to Madeline. It was a bad decision.” He faltered for just a moment as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Drake gasped as Liam opened it and held it up to him. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked up, his eyes filled with hope. “Marry me, Drake Walker. I need you. There is no one else for me. My happiness comes from you. Please.” He took the ring from the box and held it at the end of Drake’s finger as he looked into his eyes expectantly.

The sun had dropped fully beyond the horizon, leaving just a few streaks of dark purple and blue as the stars and the moon began to shine brightly. A single tear rolled down Drake’s cheek as he nodded and cupped Liam’s cheek softly. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.” Liam smiled wide as he slipped the ring on Drake’s finger and stood up to kiss him. They strolled back to the fire hand in hand. Liam sighed heavily as he sat next to Drake. “I promise as soon as we get back I’ll break things off with Madeline and make arrangements to announce our engagement. I should’ve asked you in the first place. I should’ve…”

Drake interrupted as he shook his head. “No. You can’t break off your engagement to Madeline yet. You must protect the image of the crown and handle things diplomatically. I can wait.” He wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist as he kissed him softly. “I’ve been waiting for you for as long as I can remember. I can handle a few months more.” He leaned his forehead against Liam’s and closed his eyes. “Please tell me what I can do to help.” Liam smiled and laced his fingers through Drake’s. A serious look of concern crossed his face as their eyes met. “We need to clear Lady Riley’s name. Everyone was expecting me to choose her. No one will be surprised if I break my engagement to Madeline once Riley’s name is cleared. And I feel like she will understand our situation better than anyone. She is a dear friend to us both.”

Drake nodded slowly. “Yes. We will clear her name. You focus on Madeline and the public, I’ll help her. I’ll call Bertrand tomorrow.” Liam looked at Drake, confused. “I don’t understand.” Drake smiled sheepishly as he ran his hand through his hair. “Ummm, well, Bertrand and Maxwell followed Riley to the airport the night of the coronation. She’s been lying low at the Beaumont estate since. I couldn’t let her leave like that, Li. She doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment.” Liam smiled brightly. “You’re absolutely right. She doesn’t deserve it at all. Call Bertrand. It’s time for Lady Riley to return to court.

#choices fandom #the royal romance #long post #driam #angsty driam

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