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kaitycole · 4 years

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Tiptoeing with Temptation

Summary: Jackson is still reminiscing; Constantine goes to Portavira, Bianca heads back to Texas while Jackson and Eleanor find themselves alone at Valtoria.

Word Count: 3216

Pairings: Constantine x Eleanor, Eleanor x Jackson, Jackson x Bianca

Warnings: Mentions of divorce, mentions of s*x, mention of adultery

A/N: i just want to thank everyone who reads this series and any of my writings. You guys bring such joy into my life and I can never fully repay that. Sorry for the sappiness, I’m a tad emotional right now.

Song Choice: Gravity by Sara Bareilles

Part 14 of WP. To catch up, read here.

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The thing about summer is it’s full of heat and passion, but fall always follows and brings cooler weather. And just as sudden as the heat of the royal couple appeared, the coolness fall brings crept in almost as fast.

It had begun as a tiny misunderstanding. Wires got crossed and Constantine misheard Eleanor’s request. The small incident was amplified when Constantine made plans to break the peace treaty between Cordonia and Auvernal due to talks of a coup. While it had been years since she has even stepped foot on Auvernese soil, it was still her home country. A place she assumed he knew was off-limits. She took it personally and decided to hit back.

When Constantine asked for support of a new trade route, which excluded Auvernal, she blocked it. The same when he tried to entertain political engagements for both of the Rys princes. Up until now, the couple had been able to separate business from pleasure, but as the days progressed it started seeping into their personal lives.

“I’m planning on taking the boys with me for the trade summit in Portavira, okay?”

“Are you asking or telling?” She refuses to look at him, keeping her focus on removing her jewelry. The two have been at somewhat of a stalemate for the last three days. He didn’t talk much about his political dealings with her anymore and she found no reason to involve him in hers. Constantine continues to try to mend things, but Eleanor refuses to hear it.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries to calm down, she really knew exactly how to get on his last nerve. “I’m trying to see if you would like to join us.”

“No.” She gets up and brushes passed him, walking into the bathroom.

“It would look extremely rude for most of the royal family to go and the queen remains at home. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“But I’m not staying at the palace, so it will simply look as though our plans overlapped. You will send my regards, won’t you?”

Constantine stares at the wall in front of him, truly contemplating bashing his head into it. Or at least finishing the conversation with it, since it just be more talkative than his wife. He hears her turn the shower on and leans against the door frame. “And where pray tell are you going to be?”

Eleanor finishes undressing before she slides the glass door open. She steps in and before sliding it closed answers him, “Valtoria.”

Taking yet another deep breath, he wonders if his father Edgar or his grandfather Augustus ever had moments like this. Arguing with their wives in the bathroom instead of any other room in the whole damn palace. “And why are you going there, my love?”

“I can’t hear you. You’ll have to get in if you wanna talk or you can wait until I’m done.”

Shaking his head, he walks away from the bathroom door and sits on their bed. He couldn’t believe this, he was king of an entire damn country yet he couldn’t get his own wife to just hear him out. He knew that she knew exactly what she was doing, that he’d cave. He always caved for her which was why when she got upset over talk of breaking their peace treaty with Auvernal, he ended the discussion. He did all that for her, but she refused to even hear him out anymore.

Several moments pass before Constantine pushes himself off the bed and storms into the bathroom.

“Why are you going to Valtoria?”

“I told you join me or wait.”

He slams his hand on the sink counter. Losing his cool for the first time in months. He hates that he’s like this again, his anger getting the best of him, “Dammit, Eleanor, could you act like an adult!”

The water immediately cuts off, she opens the door wide enough to pull in her towel before she walks out, fully wrapped in the towel. “Happy?”

“Overjoyed. Please answer my question.”

She sighs as if he’s the one that’s being stubborn, “I’m looking into the budgets of surrounding duchies, seeing if and where I can make cuts.”

“You can’t just reschedule that? Or ask the maids?”

“That’s the cop out way. As queen, I should go.” She brushes out her hair before walking out into their room. “I have already made arrangements, it’d be rude to cancel.”

He knows he isn’t going to win. Her mind is already made up and all he can do is go along with it. “Okay. Have you decided on the guards that will accompany you?”

Her head snaps over to him. That had been the last thing on her mind, typically she always went places with Constantine so she didn’t have to plan such things. She plunks a night gown from her dresser and gets dressed ignoring her husband.

“I’ll take that as a no. I’ll assign a few to your trip.” He walks by her, stopping to kiss her on the cheek. Eleanor watches as he leaves, knowing he’ll just end up sleeping on the couch in his study.

* *

“Are you sure about this?” Jackson looks at Bianca with an uneasy feeling.

“Yes. Tonya needs me, she’s going through a divorce.”

He runs his hand through his hair and down his neck before sighing, “I understand that, but taking the kids?”

“I think they will be good for her. She’s never even met Savannah, so she’d love to spoil them.” She stops packing and looks at him, “Plus, it’d be good for kids to get away from here for a bit.” Bianca has never told him outright, but he knew that she’d been uneasy about his position since the ball and the rumor. She felt that their children would be better away from court life and rumors, no matter how much Drake and Liam enjoyed being friends.

“At least let me go with you. Both kids on a plane won’t be easy.”

“You just took two weeks off not too long ago. We will be fine; I’m used to handling them alone anyways.” She shrugs, Jackson picks up on her subtle jab.

Before he could protest any further, his phone starts ringing. It was a private number, so he knew it was coming from a secured line at the palace.

“I have to take this.” Bianca makes a face before shaking her head, “It’s work.”

“Officer Walker speaking.”

“Could you come in? You have a new assignment.” Bastien asks.

“On my way.” He walks over to his wife and kisses her on the forehead, “I shouldn’t be long.”

* *

“I apologize for the late-night call.” Constantine says as Jackson walks into the study. Bastien and Timothy are already there.

“It’s no trouble at all, sir.” He looks at Timothy who gives him a quick shrug, clearly no one knew why they were called in.

“It appears the queen has decided not to travel to the Portavira summit and instead traveling to Valtoria.”

The three guards share a brief look, it was extremely rare for the royal family to make different trips at the same time. Typically, at least one monarch would stay at the palace to protect the throne; leaving it open was a risk.

“I know it’s untraditional, but the trip is important to her and I was hoping that since Officer Lykel will be accompanying me and the princes, that either Officer Walker or Officer Monroe would travel with Queen Eleanor?”

Neither say anything, the whole situation feels off. Neither wants to get in the middle of whatever was going on between the king and queen.

“I’ll go.” Jackson finally speaks up.

“What about Bianca and the kids?” Timothy says, side eying Jackson.

“She’s taking the children to Texas for a while, so the timing all works out.”

“Would you like a guard sent with them? I don’t mind sending someone.” Constantine asks.

“Thank you for the offer, but I have to decline. Bianca would lose her mind having someone following her.” Jackson gives the king a small smile.

“Officer Lykel. Officer Monroe, you are both dismissed. I need to discuss details with Officer Walker.”

Bastien and Timothy bow and take their leave. Constantine motions for Jackson to take a seat.

“Scotch?” Jackson nods, accepting the second glass that the king pours before Constantine takes his seat again. “I’m actually glad you offered, I know my wife’s safety is important to you.”

For a minute Jackson starts to panic, wondering if the king ended up hearing about Barthelemy’s actual rumor. However, he was quickly reminded of the ‘story’ they told Constantine about why they were alone in her study.

“Of course, your majesty.”

“Let’s talk shop, shall we?”

* *

After talking with Eleanor, Constantine made sure the trip to Valtoria would begin once Bianca got in touch with Jackson saying she made it safely. The entire ride was awkward for both Jackson and Eleanor, the pair hasn’t spoken to each other in weeks.

Typically, whichever guard was on duty would drive, however Constantine assigned a driver as well which meant Eleanor and Jackson sat one seat apart in the back of the town car. Eleanor flips through her planner, making notes while Jackson scrolls on his phone. The silence is broken when it begins to ring, his face turning red.

“It’s Bianca.”

Eleanor looks up and nods before he answers it.

“Hello? Oh, hey Drake, how are you buddy?”

Eleanor’s attention drifts from her planner to Jackson’s conversation. She smiles listening to how he speaks to Drake and how happy he sounds talking to him.

“I know Aunt Tonya can be a lot, but she means well.” Jackson laughs, “Yes, she does talk very loud.”

Jackson turns to Eleanor and mouths ‘I’m sorry’ but she waves him off. She really didn’t mind; she enjoys seeing this side of Jackson, she’s missed it.

“I know you like Bear, but we aren’t getting a dog. When you turn eighteen I’ll get you one. I love you too. Tell your Mom I’ll call back later.”

Eleanor is looking at him when he hangs up, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Bianca’s friend is getting a divorce from my friend. She went there to be supportive.”

Eleanor simply raises her eyebrows before engulfing herself back into her planner. Jackson leans his head back and tries to ignore the weird tension filling the car as they get closer and closer to their destination.

* *

Their first day in Valtoria is awkward. Neither of them speaks to the other, Jackson remains posted outside of whichever room she’s in which was mostly the study where she was reviewing the books. Even though Valtoria didn’t have a duke or duchess in charge, the royal counsel still kept tabs on it. Meaning tomorrow the member of counsel in charge of it would arrive and that was none other than Barthelemy Beaumont.

The second day was more eventful, but still awkward. Jackson stood posted outside the grand hall which was were Eleanor and Barthelemy were chatting about the books. To his and Eleanor’s surprise, he was extremely civil, only making one snide comment: “I should’ve guessed he’d be the guard to accompany you.” Other than that, when he first arrived, he was on his best behavior and while Eleanor didn’t like most of the choices he made with the budget, his reasoning behind them were justified in her eyes. Though he wasn’t pleased when she told him that the Crown would be taking over Valtoria, so he would no longer have access to the duchy.

The next day started off just as icy as the last two, but by dinner warmth crept in. They both ate their meals alone: he ate breakfast before her since he woke first, lunch came after her and dinner wasn’t eaten until she retired for the night. But that night, she grew lonesome and told him that if he was already there, he could just eat with her now. She apologized for her cold shoulder and he acted as though it didn’t bother him. By the end of the meal, the two were buddy buddy again, just as they were during the time they spent each Friday night together.

But on the fourth day, something happened that changes everything. Eleanor is standing on the balcony, looking at the waterfall in the distance when she hears footsteps behind her. A smile spreads across her face as she looks to her side and sees Jackson standing there.

Her chest begins to flutter, feeling something, she hasn’t felt before. When it came to Constantine, she did love him, but she wasn’t in love with him. Even though they had been on better terms lately, she could never see him more than someone she married to have an heir. Constantine gave her the feeling of security, but with Jackson there was more of an adventurous feeling.

Jackson takes Eleanor in, she’s not in her traditional attire. She didn’t have any meetings or any visitors today, so she was wearing straight legged jeans with an oversized V-neck sweater, truly channeling her inner Princess Diana. He likes this version of Eleanor, this laid back and comfortable side of her that he’d give anything to see more of. Tomorrow the two of them will be heading back to the palace, back to queen and guardsman and back to pretending they didn’t feel anything when they looked at each other.

“I’m not ready for tomorrow to come. To go back to our assigned roles.” She says, breaking the silence and turning to look at him. Since they didn’t have anything formal at the duchy, she practically demanded he dressed down for the day. So here he was in a plain white tee, slim-fitting jeans with cowboy boots: a look she didn’t think she’d be into, but couldn’t look away from.

Jackson places a hand on her cheek, caressing it with a callused thumb. He has no comforting words for her, nothing to say to sooth the pain of what tomorrow will bring. Hell, he isn’t sure how he’s going to be able to go back, how he’s supposed to let the woman he loves go.

“If we had somehow met in a different way…a different place. Do you think all of this…could’ve been different…between us?”

Tears begin to form, she tries looking anywhere but at him, “Everything would’ve been different.”

With his hand still on her cheek, he steps closer to her, filling the gap between them. He tilts her head upwards as she leans in, her baby blues pleading with him. Their lips meet instantly, the space between them vanishes as his hand slides to her neck, pulling her completely into him.

Lips part, tongues dance and twirl together as the kiss deepens. It’s not their first kiss, that was back in her boutique and had a sense of urgency to it. That kiss was the first time they made it a point to stand so close to the line that divided them. This kiss is a plea trying to hold on to something that feels fleeting. Breathlessly they part, long enough for her to jump into him; arms and legs wrapping around him as he staggers back against the wall.

His hands tightly grip the bottoms of her thighs, supporting her weight as her lips trail down his neck. A small groan leaves his lips as she softly bites up his neck. He can feel the smile on her lips as he walks them both towards her bed before she untangles herself from him. Piece by piece, clothing is shed, hands fumble together as they eagerly drop the fabric to the floor. She slides herself to the middle of the bed, Jackson lays beside her; their lips meeting once more. Goosebumps cover her skin as Jackson’s fingers lightly trail up and down her side, stopping only briefly to rake his nails against her hip bone. His lips and tongue leave a fiery trail as they explore down her body, exploring every inch of her. A gasp leaves her lips as he kisses the inside of her thigh before he tastes her. His tongue gently explores her folds each flick of his tongue teasing her more.

He takes his time as he slowly works his way back up her body, his fingers gently tease her wet core as he pushes a finger into her before adding a second. Her back slightly arches off the bed and his lips crash into hers. She drags her hand down his torso until her hand is wrapped around his length; her thumb pressing against its head, pulling a moan from his lips. They share a look, one mixed with longing and consent before Jackson roughly grabs her hips. He sinks into her. A mixture of moans and expletives fill the room as they start to move together. Her nails dig into his back, trying to ground herself as his thrusts increase. She buries her face into the curve of his neck as her body trembles beneath him.

Jackson feels Eleanor begin to tighten around him. He pulls her up, wrapping his arms around her to hold her up as he sinks deeper into her. Her head falls backwards as his name leaves her lips over and over, getting closer to the edge. He pushes into her once more before he feels her fall over the edge, her body constricting against his as her body is flooded by pleasure. Watching her come undone brings Jackson to his own orgasm, spilling his seed into her before they both fall back onto the bed. He lays on his back, chest caving in as he breathes heavily while she weakly drapes her arm over his chest; laying close to his side. There are no words spoken between them, there’s no need for them. Steady breaths and heavy eyes take over and they both fall asleep.

* *

Eleanor wakes up, the clock next to her bed tells her it’s around 2AM. She smiles as she sees Jackson sleeping, the two still intertwined together covered by just the thin top sheet. Carefully she slips out of his arms; she walks back out onto the balcony wrapped in her robe. Leaning against the railing, she lets herself get lost in thought.

Not too much time passes before Jackson wakes, feeling the emptiness beside him. He looks around before seeing her standing outside, deep in thought. Quietly, he steps into his boxers before leaning against the doorframe watching her. He’s truly in awe of the woman in front of him, no one has captivated his heart as she has. She smiles when she feels his arms wrap around her, his chin resting on her shoulder. She doesn’t want to leave; her life could be perfect just staying here with Jackson.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

She lets out a soft sigh, “Just thinking about tomorrow and how I’m not going to be able to act like that didn’t happen.”

“Then don’t,” she turns around, his arms still around her. “I don’t want to pretend. I don’t want to go back to our stations.”

“Jackson…”

“I mean it, I love you, El.”

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writingfromkitchenator · 4 years

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Nothing is Wrong

A Dragon Age Fanfic

Anders x Fem!Hawke

Words: 5,886

Warnings: Angst, small bit of fluff, wounded Hawke

This is my first Dragon Age fic! I’ve fallen hard into the fandom and just had to get at least one fic out of my head, so hopefully you can all enjoy (even though it is rather angsty). This is set in Act 3 of Dragon Age 2.

As always, feedback is highly appreciated.

She knew there was something wrong.

She kept telling herself that there wasn't, that there was enough mess for her to clean up in this city as it was, but Maker forbid the thought wouldn't leave her alone.

It always returned the loudest in the quiet moments, where she had to walk away and find something to do less she actually look at it closer, but then it started to invade the louder moments too, a simple glance or comment and the thought would tumble forward.

There isn't anything wrong, she kept telling herself, we've worked too hard for this.

Yet it persisted through problem after problem in the city, bitterness creeping through into her words as more and more people asked for help.

She had her own problems, couldn't someone fix those for her? Give her a break?

Still, with a shrug and a smile that was fooling no one close to her, she kept going.

There wasn't anything wrong.

It was Varric who found her first after a particularly nasty fight out on the Storm Coast, tucked as far away in a corner of the Hanged Man as she could be, a half empty tankard in front of her. He was good at finding her, always seemed to know who to ask or just where to go. She should ask him sometime how he managed it.

He put down a second tankard in front of her, his hand resting easily on his own, gaze kind but worried as he looked her over. “What's going on Hawke?”

A frown creases her forehead slightly and she drains the rest of her tankard before pulling the other forward. “Nothing, just saving the day, as usual.”

But Varric knew better. The damned dwarf always knew better. “C'mon Hawke, even Daisy's noticed you haven't been yourself lately, Andraste's ass, Rivaini even asked why you didn't respond to her joke earlier, so she has too. What's wrong?”

Hawke remains silent, the growing worry twisting her stomach, making her suddenly want to be anywhere but here, but she finds herself frozen in her seat, unwilling or unable to move, she's not even sure anymore.

Varric looks her over, looks over the tired eyes, the tense jaw, face covered in dirt, a cut down her cheek from a knife that had nicked her earlier, another, deeper, wound bandaged on her arm, or, as makeshift as Hawke could get it. He knew it was more than the wounds, more than the city slowly destroying itself around them, he'd only seen her like this once before and that was after Leandra died.

He waved to the barman for more drinks, keeping an eye on the slight shake in Hawke's hand as she rose it to her lips. “You know, if Blondie saw you like that, he'd flip his lid. You know he hates seeing you with any sort of blood on you.”

Hawke's jaw clenched and she swallowed thickly, forcibly keeping her gaze away from him.

“Ah,” Varric sighed. “Things not going the best right now?”

“There's nothing wrong.” The words sounded rehearsed, even to Hawke's ear, causing her to purse her lips and drain the rest of the tankard in one go. “I told you that already.”

“And I believe I already said it was bullshit,” Varric ignores the small pleading look she gives him. “We can do this dance all night, one of us might even get drunk enough to say something else for once.”

Hawke gives a derisive snort, quickly taking the new tankard from the waitress. “These are my problems Varric. You don't need to worry yourself with them.”

“What? After everything we've dragged each other through?” She shoots him an exasperated look. “I think I owe you a thing or two by now, probably even a lot more than that.”

Finally, a small smile finally tugs at her lips. “You mean a lot more than that.”

“Cut me some slack,” Varric grins. “I'm only one dwarf after all.”

Hawke gives a light chuckle and, for the briefest of moments, her shoulders relax and Varric sees the Hawke he knows return, but as the silence drags on between them, the tenseness returns, her eyes turn sad and solemn again, a cloud returning over her head.

“Talk to me Hawke,” Varric finally said softly, edging a little closer to his friend. “Tell me what's going on so we can fix it, or go punch someone up about it even.”

No smile graces her this time, her eyes closing as she sighs deeply. For a moment, the light around them flickers, and Hawke looks a lot older than what she was, she looked like the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders and she was about to crumble beneath it.

Varric waits, knowing she needed time.

“Have you…” She finally starts, but swallows, looking pained, worried, like voicing it out loud would wound her more than any blade or spell could. Her voice drops and Varric has to strain a little to hear it over the sound of the inn. “Have you noticed anything off about Anders lately?”

There it was. His question answered in hers, the weight of her worry truly showing, even as she drowns it in the mug of ale.

Varric wanted to lie, he wanted to tell her that Anders was his usual self, that maybe she was just stressed with all the mage and templar stuff happening and all the pressure that was being put on her.

But he couldn't. Varric knew better and he owed Hawke the truth and the truth only, no matter if it just made her worry more.

“Hawke,” His voice is soft and Maker help him if anyone heard him like this. “I promise it's not just you. Blondie…Anders has been rather grim lately, I've tried asking him about it, but he always shrugs it off or changes the subject. Whatever it is though, I promise, it's not about you.”

She sighs heavily and Varric watches as the weight of this seems to crush her just a little more, his heart aching for his friend. “I get the same response. I keep telling myself it's fine, but it's not, not really. It's like…it's like some part of him has changed, whether that's because of Justice or not, I don't know, but…”

Hawke falls silent for a long moment and Varric waits for her to mull over her thoughts, knowing that this was hurting, that she needed to take a moment just to process how much she was willing to say it out loud.

“It's like he's saying goodbye.” She said finally and there was the briefest flash of a tear in her eye before she wiped it away. “I just want him to talk to me, to tell me what he's doing.”

“What if you don't like the answer?”

Hawke glanced at him, her expression pained. “Then I'll still know the truth. I can deal with what comes with that after.”

She pulls her gaze away and downs her drink again, Varric pushing his own second mug in front of her. He knew, more than any of them that she wanted this to work, more than she ever let on. Maker dammit it all, he wanted it to work for her, Hawke's life had been anything but easy or simple, and she deserved to find happiness in something.

“Maybe we should tie him up,” Varric suggested half-heartedly. “Torture him till he talks.”

The laugh that left Hawke was bitter. It was awful, pained, and Varric silently hoped he never had to hear it from her again. “If I thought that would work, I promise I would do just that. If it didn't hurt so much when I just look at him lately, I would-”

Varric practically hears her teeth click together as she cuts herself off, drawing in a shaky breath and letting it out slowly, her eyes closing so she only has darkness to look at and whatever expression Varric was watching her with. “What's happening to me Varric?”

His look was filled with pity, he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn't help it, even as he silently berated himself for it. “You're working through it, it sucks, but it happens to the best of us.”

“Working through it,” She said it numbly, ignoring the taste it left on her tongue. “I feel more like it's eating me up inside, like it's killing me.”

They sit in silence again and Varric watches as she wipes away another frustrated tear.

Dammit Hawke, he thought, why did this have to happen to you?

Varric sighs and stands, causing her to look at him. “Where are you going?”

He shoulders Bianca. “I'm going to go talk to him.”

“Varric-"

Hawke freezes halfway as Varric holds up his hands, his expression gentle. “Just talk, I promise. Maker knows you've got enough on your plate without having to pry chickens teeth out of him. Just let me deal with it, okay? He won't know you've said anything.”

She stands there frozen for a long moment before she finally sinks back into the chair, looking tired. “Okay.”

He gives her a final nod before passing another nod to the barman to keep her drink flowing and leaves, and a small shake of his head to Isabella who’s watching, concerned, from the other side of the room.

The cool air was of some relief as Varric worked his way through Lowtown, giving him some time to just think. He'd never said it to anyone, especially not Hawke, but he'd always promised himself that if Anders had ever hurt her, he'd put an arrow between his eyes. He never thought that he might actually have to indulge that thought further, and yet, here he was, making his way into Hightown to have a conversation that he just knew wasn't going to end well.

He liked Anders, he genuinely did, and, despite current circumstances, he did think that he and Hawke were a good pair. He'd never seen either of them happier when they finally gave into their damned pining (which was a whole other story) and, despite his concerns, he had happily sat back and watched the two of them flourish.

Anders was what Hawke needed. Hawke was what Anders needed.

It seemed that novelty was wearing off.

Varric shakes his head. No. There was more to it than that, that would be far too simple, and from what he'd seen of the two of them recently when they actually went out together, was still almost their old selves.

Anders gaze was still adoring whenever he thought she wasn't looking, and she always beamed brightest when she caught him. If he hadn’t been so happy to see is friend in love, then he would’ve thought it nauseating.

No, this was definitely something else.

Varric draws in a deep breath and knocks on Hawke's estate door, knowing if Anders wasn't here, he could just cut through her basement to the clinic. He wasn’t really sure where would be the better option for this conversation.

Bodahn answered, greeting him warmly. “Ah, Master Tethras, so nice to see you this evening. I'm afraid the lady isn't in at the moment.”

“That's alright Bodahn, I was actually hoping Anders was in?”

“Ah,” The pause was evident, enough to give Varric some worry, before he nods. “Yes, he returned just little while ago. He's in the library.”

Thanking him, Varric makes his way inside, giving Bear a good scratch on his head as he passes him by the fire, and makes his way across to the library.

Anders was hunkered down at the desk, surrounded by a mix of books and a large pile of notes, one page he was furiously scribbling on.

“Man, I thought my work station was bad,” Varric half laughed. “You should organize yourself a bit more Blondie, you might just find it a bit easier to work.”

Anders, who'd originally jumped at the sound of Varric's voice, now cast him a small smile. “That's probably not a bad idea, although, some notes are just random thoughts. They don't really mean much in the grand scheme of things.”

“Every note means something,” Varric said, moving to the desk and resting his back against it. “Whether we realise it at the time or not, even if you just break it up into smaller piles instead of…everywhere.”

Shaking his head, Anders put his quill down. “I’m sure you’re here for a reason Varric, apart from criticising my writing methods. Hawke isn’t here at the moment.” He frowned, as if realising this for the first time. “That’s strange, she’s usually home by now.”

“She’s drinking the night away with Isabela,” Varric lied easily enough. “I’m sure she’ll come home once she’s had enough to drink, or finally tires of Isabela flirting with her.”

“She really doesn’t give up, does she?” Anders leans back in his chair, stretching, before he pauses and looks at Varric. “So what are you doing here?”

This was going to be his only chance, Varric knew that, he knew that if he stuffed this up then Anders wouldn’t talk to him again, at least not alone. He had a brief moment of doubt, but the thought of the weight on Hawke’s shoulders quickly shook that moment free. “I came to talk to you actually.”

“Oh?” Anders looked surprised, but there was no doubting the slight hint of suspicion behind it. “Usually it’s me coming to see you.”

Varric chuckles, trying to throw off the tension shooting across his shoulders. “Well, I thought it was about time I paid you a visit, it seems like a while since we just sat and talked.”

Anders seemed to think for a moment before he chuckled lightly. “It has been a while, it’s amazing how time seems to fly by these days.” He gets to his feet. “Take a seat by the fire Varric, I’ll see if I kind find us something to drink.”

He shifts a little uncomfortably as he sits. It was still odd to him that Anders now lived here now, and while he didn’t blame Hawke, especially with the templars growing worse, it still seemed odd that he could just easily help himself to Hawke’s things.

Again, he pushed the thoughts aside, and let out a slow breath, knowing that he needed to do this for Hawke.

Anders returned with a bottle of wine, and while not normally Varric’s taste, he accepted a glass. “This seems bit a bit of an odd find for Hawke.”

“I think it was gift,” Anders said, sitting opposite him. “Probably meant to be an insult from one of the nobles.”

Varric snorts. “I’m sure they can do better than a cheap bottle of wine, either that or I give them far too much credit.”

“Oh, she’s received worse ones, trust me,” Anders said with a grin. “I think this one she was just happy to receive something useful.”

“Only Hawke could pull this off,” Varric can’t help but chuckle. “Save the city and also piss off most of the nobles.”

“Simply by existing,” A bitter note enters Anders voice. “But none of them would say it to her face of course, they all still know that they wouldn’t be here without her.”

“Oh, I still know a couple who would,” Varric shakes his head. “But Hawke knows that, that’s why she’s never let it bother her too much.”

Anders nods in agreement but doesn’t meet Varric’s eye.

Varric sighs and puts down the glass. “Are you and Hawke doing okay?”

Blinking, Anders looks at him a little surprised. “What?”

“You and Hawke,” Varric said it as lightly as he could, but the concern was still showing in his voice. “You both seem really tense lately. Is everything okay between you two?”

Anders looked at him for a moment before breaking away from his gaze, hiding something in his gaze that caused a brief flicker of panic to pass through Varric’s stomach. “Why wouldn’t we be? Things just aren’t…the best in Kirkwall at the moment. I think it’s just taking its toll on both of us, she’s constantly fighting and dealing with problems and there seem to be more and more people in the clinic lately, not to mention the templar raids.”

He wanted to pretend that Varric’s eyes on him didn’t bother him, but he knew that the dwarf always saw more than what was really being said. Varric’s gaze was intent, knowing that what was said was only the partial truth, and this bothered him even more.

“Everyone’s finding it hard at the moment,” Varric said, not bothering to hide the suspicious note in his voice. “I don’t know Blondie, it just seems more than that.”

Anders sighs, as much as he was a little annoyed at Varric for getting involved, he didn’t blame him, and he knew that Hawke was worried about him, it was only going to be a matter of time before her best friend noticed. “I…there’s just something I have to do, on my own Varric. I can’t put her at risk any more than what she already is, something that I’ve told her, and I would appreciate it if you would take that as the answer too.”

Varric was frowning and Anders knew that this conversation wasn’t just some simple catch up, that he had come here with a purpose, and he knew by that look that Varric wasn’t just about to drop it.

“After all the shit we’ve been through together,” Varric said carefully. “I’m sure you can give me more than that.”

Anders shrugs slightly. “It’s my business Varric. Once I have it sorted, then…then it can all go back to normal.”

Varric’s frown deepens. “Before or after you hurt Hawke.”

He flinches and shakes his head quickly, trying to push the doubts rising in the back of his mind aside. “Hawke and I have had this discussion multiple times. You’re not asking me anything that I haven’t already long asked myself.”

“So Hawke’s pain is worth whatever it is you’re doing?”

“I thought you were here to visit, not to interrogate me.” Anders said a little angrily. “Whatever is going on is none of your business and definitely not any sort of content for your books.”

Varric holds up his hands and shakes his head. “No books, and that’s a promise, this is way too personal for that. I’m simply worried about Hawke, that’s all. She’s hurting, surely you see that?”

Anders chest hurt. He did see it and it hurt him more and more every time he did, but if he backed down now, if he turned away from what needed to be done, then it was only going to be a matter of time before he and Hawke ended up somewhere worse, before every mage in Kirkwall ended up somewhere worse, and both he and Justice couldn’t allow that to happen. No matter the cost.

Even if it meant his life.

Varric’s gaze is worried but kind, and Anders had a feeling that he saw more going on with him than he would ever say. “Look, I may not be best for relationship advice, but I know enough to say that you aren’t meant to keep such big secrets between each other. It’s going to eat you both up until there’s nothing left.”

Anders didn’t get a chance to answer as the front door was swung wildly open, Bodahn barely having a chance to say anything before Isabela hurries into the room, looking half terrified, half worried.

“What have you two been saying to Hawke?”

Anders and Varric stared at her. “What?”

“One moment she was just sitting there drinking, the next thing I knew she was on her feet, shouting like she was in pain, before running from the Hanged Man!” Isabela looked between them. “Honestly, I’m not sure what the two of you have been up to, but she cursed you both out.”

Varric was on his feet first. “Which way did she go?”

“Towards the docks I think,” Isabela looks distressed, the most that either of them had ever seen her. “I’ve never seen her like this before and I was half terrified of what she’d do, which is why I came here first.”

A heavy feeling sat in Anders stomach, still sitting half frozen, mind racing at what Hawke was going to do to, at what she was going through.

Varric sighs as he steps forward. “We better hurry then, we hardly need Kirkwall seeing the Champion breakdown in the middle of the streets.” He looks back at Anders. “Are you coming?”

This kicked him into gear, silencing any voice of doubt that was echoing in his mind as he jumped to his feet and grabbed his staff, calling for Bear as he hurries out the door after Isabella and Varric.

The streets of Kirkwall were oddly quiet, but there was an unsettled feeling in the air that only seemed to grow heavier the closer they got to the docks.

“Dammit Hawke,” Varric said under his breath. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“She’s been avoiding both of you, you know?” Isabella said. “She comes in to drink a lot more than what she used to. If I knew she would’ve told me, I would’ve asked, but I know how stubborn she is on these things.”

Anders watches Varric frown. “What do you mean she’s been drinking more? When is she getting time to do that?”

“Late at night usually,” Isabela sighs. “When she’s not fighting in the streets.”

“Late at night?” Anders asked over the growing lump in his throat. “She’s been sneaking out?”

“I think she’s mostly there for the noise,” Isabela’s voice was quiet, the air heaviest at the docks. “The drinking’s just a side thing, most nights it’s only one, maybe two.”

“So she hasn’t been sleeping as well,” Varric sighs heavily, giving a side long look at Anders. “Come on, let’s hurry up and find her.”

Anders knew that there was nothing else he could say, his own heart was too loud in his ears, remembering back to Hawke’s worst moment after she lost her mother, how she’d thrown herself almost carelessly into every fight afterwards. Was he causing the same thing now? Had he really done this too her?

He forced it away. Focus on finding her first, then he could deal with the consequences afterwards.

Bear paused by their sides, his ears raising, a small whine sounding from him, making them all pause.

There was no noise, there was an eerie silence throughout the docks, sitting heavily in the dark.

“Hawke?” Varric’s voice carried through the air and they all knew that something was very wrong.

Bear whined again, taking a few steps forward, sniffing the air.

“This is not good.” Varric said. “Hawke?”

“Stop talking,” Isabela hissed. “The docks is never this empty this time of night, something is not right.”

“No shit,” Varric said. “But can you see Hawke anywhere? This is very unlike her.”

Anders could feel magic crackling through the air, licking his lips nervously, this being much more powerful than what he’d felt before, leaving an awful coppery taste on his tongue. Wherever Hawke was in this, she was in trouble.

“There’s magic here,” He said quietly. “We need to-”

Bear started barking aggressively just as a brilliant fireball lit up the other end of the docks. Anders was running before either Isabela or Varric could stop him, blood pounding in his ears as his mind raced, going through too many possibilities of what could be happening.

The pull of Hawke’s magic was familiar as another fireball lit up the night and Anders fought Justice to the back of his mind, he couldn’t afford to lose control, not until he sure what was going on.

Bear’s barks were ringing loudly off the stone walls, adding to the growing tension in the air as Anders skidded to a halt along the path, having enough time to throw up a barrier before magic burned through the air around him.

Hawke was on the path ahead, fire burning around her casting large shadows on the walls. There was fire in her hands, her own staff burning, and she was gathering magic again, building up more fire. Normally, she was more careful, meaning that she didn’t know that Anders was there.

“Hawke!” Anders called, briefly wondering what was causing her to fight like this, catching the briefest glimpse of her eyes filled with red, before his gaze moves to the end of the pier.

There was another mage and Anders realised that the dark shift in magic was coming from them.

“Fuck. Blood magic.” Varric growled from behind him. “Why is it always blood magic?”

There was no chance to answer as Hawke launched another fireball and Anders couldn’t help but stare at her, feeling the strain in her magic. Whatever this blood mage was doing, it was putting a massive strain on her mana, and he just had a feeling that this had been happening for a while.

Hawke’s fireball seemed to do nothing.

She was breathing hard, her expression furious, but she still didn’t notice as the others stepped forward, even Bear cautious, having been in these types of fights many a times. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”

The laugh that came back was cold, cruel and anger began to make Anders hands shake. “What’s the matter Champion? Have you finally met your match?”

The yell of anger from Hawke was both filled with fury and desperation, but she doesn’t get a chance to launch another attack, the other mage launching their own attack, Hawke barely managing to block it and it was then Anders caught side of the blood.

Hawke was bleeding. Badly. There were cuts on her arms and blood trickling between gaps in her armour, a deep gash down one of her cheeks.

With horror, Anders realised why this blood mage was affecting Hawke so much, and before he could even think, the mage launching another attack, he was in front of her deflecting the blow.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Hawke growled from behind him, breathing hard. “I can handle this.”

“Yeah, you look like you have it handled Hawke,” Varric was by her side quickly, Bianca firmly in his hands. “You can tell us how you found this creep later.”

Hawke grits her teeth, her gaze locked on Anders, who was still standing in front of her. “Anders…”

“We’ve got you now, love.” Anders voice was quiet, his hand white knuckled on is staff. “This bastard isn’t going to hurt you anymore.”

No one was going to take Hawke from him, especially not some insane blood mage.

Isabela caught Hawke as she staggers slightly, her eyes worried. “Have you two got this?”

“Get Hawke away from here Rivaini.” Varric said, watching out of the corner of his eye as Anders begins to glow, his control finally snapping. “And don’t take no for an answer.”

“Varric-”

The blood mage recovered from the interruption, a cry of rage leaving them as they launch on the attack, Anders deflecting the initial blows as Bear charges forward. Hawke tries to shake of Isabela, but her grip was firm as she pulls her away from the fight, Varric firing quickly, lightning and fire igniting the air as Anders took charge of the fight.

Hawke clutched her stomach, her body aching, her mana all but depleted. She knew that this was the worst she’d been in a while, she knew that she would’ve probably died if they hadn’t found her, but it wasn’t making it any easier to swallow.

She come out here for air, the sea air had always helped her focus, she’d been unable to handle the voice of doubt in the back of her mind anymore. The drink hadn’t helped, having more than what she would drink normally, and she knew that she’d had some sort of outburst, but it all became irrelevant once she felt the magic at work at the docks.

Isabela rested her against a wall. “Will you be alright here for a moment?”

Hawke grimaces. “As long as another blood mage doesn’t turn up.”

“I’d laugh, but given current circumstances, it’s not funny.” Isabela looks at her concerned. “Will you be alright?”

“I’m not about to let blood loss kill me Isabela,” Hawke said and nodded back the way they came, where magic was still crackling through the air. “Go help.”

Isabela disappeared before her eyes and Hawke sunk against the wall. The mage had taken her off guard, opening up the wound on her arm, giving them extra power. The ensuing fight had only made Hawke angry, that she couldn’t even get a break when she felt so low, and because of that, she hadn’t been as careful as she should have been.

Resulting in the other injuries.

Hawke drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying not to let herself worry about the fight, knowing that they could handle it, but it wasn’t easy, her doubts coming back loudly in her mind.

Groaning, Hawke gave in the emotion and started to weep, burying her head against her knees, her body hurting, everything hurting, and for the first time in a long time, she wanted to be anywhere but here.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, somehow it all no longer seemed to matter, even though she was worried for her friends, it all seemed so distant and she felt so alone.

Gentle, cool hands rested on her for a moment before she was being pulled into his arms, her head tucking under his chin as he gently hushed her.

“It’s over now love, it’s all okay.”

She let herself believe that, she had to, scared that the tears and the pain wouldn’t stop if she didn’t. The familiar touch of Anders magic washed over her, her wounds healing, the physical pain starting to ease, and for the moment, this was enough.

There was a small whine and she opened her eyes enough to see Bear step forward, licking her hand gently. She reached up and scratched his head, glad to see that he was okay.

“One of these days Hawke,” Varric said, strapping Bianca back to his back. “You’re going to have a nice normal day.”

Hawke chuckled weakly, closing her eyes again, letting herself bury against Anders. “Then we wouldn’t get to have any fun, sounds like a boring life to me.”

Varric watches grimly as Anders eases his magic off her, the worst of the wounds healed over, but it was very clear she was still hurting, the two of them sharing a look.

“Well, I think after this eventful night, I need another drink.” Isabela sighs, but smiles between them. “Are you alright Hawke?”

“You know me, I bounce back easy enough.” Hawke said through a faint smile, but she makes no effort to move. “I’m sure I’ll be as good as new in the morning.”

“Let’s get you home Hawke,” Varric said, nodding at Anders, who sighs and kisses the top of her head. “You can get some proper rest there and Blondie can finish patching you up there.”

Hawke groaned but made no real complaint about being dragged back to her feet, Anders not leaving her side and supporting her weight, Isabela taking the other side and they made a slow journey back to Hightown.

“I’m sorry,” She mumbles quietly at one point, all three of them sharing a look as Bear happily pants away at the front. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble for everyone.”

“Don’t be like that Hawke,” Varric said. “You’ve saved our asses enough times, it’s about time we paid you back one.”

Hawke mumbled something in reply, but none of them could make out what it was and decided it was best left unheard.

Isabela left them at the door, Anders managing to get Hawke through, Bodahn looking more than worried, Varric quickly brushing him off as they got Hawke upstairs, Bear whining from his spot by the fire as Hawke told him to stay.

Seemingly glad to be back in her own home and room, Hawke managed to take the few shaky steps to the bed and collapse down onto it, burying her head into her pillows.

“Will you be alright with her Blondie?” Varric asked quietly as he and Anders watched her, Anders looking very concerned.

He nods, slowly. “Yeah, I’ll give you a shout if we need anything.”

Varric waits another moment before looking at Anders. “Are you going to be alright?”

Anders glances at him, goes to say something, thinks better of it and sighs. “Not by a long shot.”

Varric can’t help but let out a small chuckle, clasping Anders briefly on the arm before leaving the two of them be, the door closing softly behind him.

There was a moment of silence before Hawke shifted in the bed slightly, enough to be able to look back at Anders. “I'm sorry.”

Anders gives a small smile and makes his way over to the bed, joining her and pulling her close. “You're okay, that's all that matters.”

Hawke sighs and rests against him, listening to his heart beat. “Are we?”

He doesn't answer straight away, letting his magic build again to ease the remaining pain in her body, causing her to shiver slightly, even as she relaxed.

“Anders?” Her voice is smaller this time, the same question hanging in the air.

“I love you Hawke, more than anything.” Anders said finally, his voice quiet. “And I will do whatever is in my power to keep you safe, no matter the cost.”

Hawke tenses slightly but she resists the urge to look at him, half terrified, half worried of what she'd see. “I love you too, which is why I don't want to see you get hurt. I want to help Anders. Please. I don't care about the cost.”

His heart ached and for a single moment his resolve crumbled, taking in a deep, shuddering breath, one that caused her to raise her head, to finally look at him. He held her gaze for a heartbeat before relaxing again, his resolve strengthening, and he gives her a soft smile, fingers brushing lightly through her hair.

“Tomorrow love,” He said softly. “Once you've rested. I'll explain everything.”

She took a moment to search his eyes and then relaxed, sharing his smile and pressing her lips to his. It was slow, lingering, a kiss worth a thousand promises and words.

Anders heart ached as Hawke settled back against, his arms tightly around her as she relaxed and quickly drifted into sleep. He allowed his fingers to trail over her, his mind a million miles away as he thought, thought about what was to come, about the love of his life in his arms, and about all the things that could and should have been if the world had just been different.

For now though, this would have to be enough. She was here and that was enough.

For this moment both of them could let themselves believe that there was nothing wrong.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #hawke x anders #anders #hawke #female hawke #female hawke x anders #fem!hawke #fem!hawke x anders #angst #varric is the best friend we all deserve #varric #isabela

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Soooo... She’s Gone

Ladies, I have one more chapter of this story and I’m gonna wrap it up. Thanks for reading, but I intended this joint to be a one shot and I don’t want to drag it out further than the next chapter. I honestly just wouldn’t know where to go next. I appreciate all of the feedback and the support, Loves.

Soooo… She’s Gone

The day that Henry was dreading was finally there. They had a wonderful prom. They had a graduation that Charlotte didn’t want to give a speech at, because she hated public speaking with a passion, but had to for the sake of tradition. She started kinda miserably, (because she kept stumbling over her words and forgetting the speech that she spent weeks memorizing and had recited the night before, flawlessly in front of a bed full of stuffed animals). But, a room full of peers, teachers, and parents was far different. It wasn’t until Henry cheered from his seat, “Give it to ‘em, Char!” That she finally snapped back into her confidence and found her voice and her words. They had several kickass graduation parties and an awesome summer. They were together virtually nonstop. His parents didn’t mind that she spent nights, so long as they weren’t too loud and as long as they were responsible and safe. Her parents were a little bit more hesitant about that, but let her know that they trusted her to be smart. (Of course they did. They always trusted her).

Now, she was getting ready to get on a plane and wouldn’t be back for months. He’d be naive to think that wouldn’t affect them. That wasn’t what he thought at all when he fought off tears as she cried onto his plaid and wondered why he wouldn’t talk to her about this day before now? “I didn’t wanna ruin the time we had left.”

“That’s selfish,” she muttered. He rubbed her back. It was selfish. He knew that she liked to communicate about things and that she probably needed to discuss them officially.. but in his mind, he could only imagine her breaking up with him before flying away to a new life. He had to hold off on it as long and as much as possible.

“I’m sorry, Baby,” he whispered.

“Not you’re not!” She fussed as they announced her plane boarding. She pulled away from the hug and shook her head, “I’m not prepared for this. I tried really hard, but you and I have unfinished business. How am I supposed to focus?”

“Just.. don’t worry about us. School is more important.” He winced as he said that. Truly, nothing was more important to him, but he had to say something to ease her mind, after drawing out their separation.

“Okay,” she said sadly. She grabbed the handle of her luggage and began to walk away, not turning her head from him. He seemed so cool and she’d thought he’d be the one blubbering today. Maybe she overthought her importance? He’d just said himself not to worry about them. But, what did he even MEAN by that? Don’t worry because we’ll endure and we’ll be fine, or don’t worry because he certainly won’t be because we’re done? See, THIS is why she kept trying to discuss this with him!!!

She waved and vanished through the door. Whenever she got on the plane, she was seated on the window with these redheaded twins next to her. She had to cross them and one helped her put her bag away. The one on the end kept trying to talk to her over his brother in the middle. She just wanted this trip over already.

Henry watched the plane leave and whenever he got back to the Man Cave, stood in the center of the room and announced, with such defeat, “Soooo… she's… gone.” He quickly retreated, wiping his eyes and the others just watched. Nobody wanted to bother him.

Charlotte adjusted quickly to her new surroundings. She and those twins were heading to the same campus, which she thought was bananas,but welcomed the possibility of new friends.

When she and Henry video chatted, she asked him if they could finally talk about the “crappy situation” they were in.

“Go for it,” he said.

“I wanted to tell you that I’m not going to be trying to do anything like what we’ve been doing with anyone else. I’m gonna be focused on school.. but I’ll understand if you have other options.”

Henry raised an eyebrow, “Is that you officially breaking up with me, or you extending a pass to cheat, which I never asked for?”

“It’s me extending the ball to your court. I’ve told you my intentions. That’s all that I can think to do for us.”

“Well,my intention was to have you be here and for us to be together. So, it doesn’t matter to me if you want to be together or apart, because we aren’t even together. I’m not interested in doing stuff with anybody else. But since you brought it up, maybe that’s what you want. You want to see other people?”

“I brought it up because I figured that’s what you would do. You did it to Chloe. You did it to Bianca. And NOW, you’re older and more accustomed to the physical fulfillment of a relationship…”

“Wow.”

“I’m trying to be realistic.”

“Well, you’re being hurtful and untrusting.” She held her head. “I don’t want to cause you any pain, Char. So, maybe… We can be together when we’re together and when we aren’t, we aren’t.”

“So, if I’m visiting, we play house, and if not, the mouse will play?”

“What is it that you want me to do? You’re the one who moved across the country!”

“The fact that I gave you months to discuss this with me and you avoided it only to attack me not that I’m too far away to come smack you is very small of you, Henry. I thought that we were better than this.” Someone knocked on her door and she sighed and said, “Hang on.”

“Hey… You okay? Sounded like you were fussing with someone,” Henry heard some dude asking.

“I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me. Where’s your twin? I never see you two apart.”

“He got placed in a different dorm, but at least I’ve got you here.”

“I gotta get back to my call.”

“Ok. If you need anything, I’m right next door and my door will always be open.”

“Cool. Thanks…”

She appeared again and Henry couldn’t help but wonder, “Who’s Mr. Nice Guy?”

“Met him on the plane and I guess we’re neighbors now,” she explained, as quietly as possible.

“He likes you. Is he.. Do you find him attractive?”

“To be honest, I hadn’t paid him much mind and furthermore, we’re not gonna be discussing other people with each other.”

“So, he is other people, then?”

She forced a smile and said, “If it’s gonna be like this, I don’t want any of it, Henry.”

“That’s best,” he said.

“That’s best for you?” She asked, her lip quivering.

“For you, I guess.” He shrugged and an alert sounded in the background. “I have to..”

“Yeah, go… Goodbye, Hen.”

“Bye, Char. You… you know that I’m still gonna love you, right?” She nodded, then disconnected the call before her tears started.

And she stuck by what she said. She didn’t date anybody. A semester passed, and she still hadn’t even gone out on the town. But, get studies were important. She did hang with the twins in her neighbor’s dorm when his roommate was out. It was cool to have a couple of dudes away from her dudes, though Jasper informed her to never refer to the twins as “her dudes,” in his presence.

Her first visit home, Henry managed to avoid her the entire winter break. She knew he was doing so and she knew he was perfectly fine because she felt his gosh dang pulse every night when she put on her ring before bed.

She visited the Man Cave and Ray didn’t even make fun of her. Instead, he complained about the new girl in the cave. She didn’t meet said new girl, whose name Ray couldn’t remember, but whenever she asked Jasper, he turned pale and pretended not to know of what girl she spoke…

She asked him to give Henry the ring back and let him know that for future visits, she wouldn’t be coming to the shop. (Not if that meant Henry avoiding her, or worse, seeing him there with her “replacement.”)

So, the next semester, she decided to try to relax a little bit and at least go on a date or two. That turned into an oddly satisfying, if not sorta odd polyamorous relationship with the twins. She’d never considered such a thing before, but now that she had, it definitely fulfilled her.

Though, whenever they wanted to bring in more, a few months later, she shrank back. Maybe in the future, but she was about to be a straight A sophomore and two boyfriends had been quite enough. They remained friends and she wished that Henry could have been half as mature as either of them.. but GIRL, Henry was a year ago. Let that ish go.

She came home for the summer and Piper begged her to hang out. She didn’t want to come to the house, but Piper swore, “Henry and Babe aren’t here.” Babe?

“Babe?”

“Yeah, that one girl. Can you believe that she comes to Swellview to see him and works as a temp in that stupid junk shop. She’s a video game maker… why even stoop to that level?”

“For a boy…” Charlotte said, heartbroken AF, but determined not to show it. “Okay. Well… we’ll have a sis slumber party.”

They were hanging out in the living room when Henry came in and froze, seeing Char there, with two French braids in a pair of pajamas on his couch. “Hey, Hen!” She said, trying to remain neutral. She failed. Her voice was high and her heart was beating so fast that she thought she might pass out.

Henry waved his fingers weakly, then the door opened behind him and he kicked it shut. They all heard Babe yelp, “Ouch!”

Charlotte’s eyes went wide as Henry opened the door and said, “Sorry. You gotta go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t hang out tonight.” He shut the door and locked it, then rushed upstairs. Charlotte tried not to laugh. Piper got up, went to the door and said, “Awww. That was really mean of him to do to you. Just because Charlotte is in town, he can’t spend time with you? The nerve.”

“Charlotte’s here?”

“Yep. Spending the night. He didn’t tell you she was back? She’s here the whole summer!” Babe rushed off and Piper waved at her and shut the door again.

“Wow. You really played that up. Don’t like her?”

“She’s not you,” Piper said.

Charlotte was going to claim that things were over between her and Henry, but their reactions to seeing each other was enough for her to know that wasn’t true. However, she had to know what was up with her and Babe and as soon as Piper was asleep, she went to confront him about it. That resulted in the two of them “being together when we’re together,” because neither of them seemed able to control not touching each other, among other things.

Babe got on a plane that very night and Henry didn’t even know because he was wrapped around Charlotte when that text was sent.

Charlotte woke up in his bed. He was gone, but that pulse promise ring was back on her finger.

She didn’t come around him too much for her summer visit. She worried that she wouldn’t think straight if she did. Whenever she made it back to school, they went back to not talking after a summer of not being able to resist each other.

Perhaps next summer, she could take a break elsewhere. Her parents had tried to get her to take an overseas trip the summer before college, so she checked with them and they were definitely still in support of her doing so. So, another year passed, she went to Europe. Another passed, she went to Asia. Her senior year, she came home for Christmas and Henry was in NYC. She figured with Babe. She didn’t dwell on it. It wasn’t the first time he’d went to her. Anyway!

Post graduation, she knew she had to hunker down. She still needed her master’s degree and wasn’t sure yet how she was going to do it, but the time away from Henry was long and weird. She wondered how he was and texted him to ask.

Hen, it’s Charlotte. How are you?

The question tortured him. He was just strumming his tattoo and thinking about her moments before she texted. Dang universe must’ve nudged her.

Fine. And yourself?

Not fine. I miss you. I’m sorry…

He sighed and gave her a call. “Hey… now, when you say that you miss me… You mean like you miss that we used to be close and now we barely speak?”

“I mean everything. What happened? Why did it go down that way? What was so wrong with being together when we’re together?”

“We weren’t together enough…” they both held the phone. “Are you alone right now?”

“I’m always alone,” she said.

“No.. I meant are you single?”

“I usually am. Henry, in the past four years, I’ve had three boyfriends and both those relationships didn’t make it three months.”

“You said three, then you said both…”

“Long story. But.. you… I mean you were in NYC for Christmas. Were you there with Babe?”

He laughed, “What? No. We aren’t like that. I mean.. we’ve seen each other socially, but never seriously. I haven’t been able to have one serious relationship in all the years that you’ve been gone. I compare everyone to you. I miss you. I’ve said your name in my sleep with someone else lying next to me, apparently on several occasions.. I’m never getting over you. That’s just the truth. I was in New York to apply for a full hero status. Had to tell my parents that I was thinking of going to NYU.”

“Well??? Did you get it?”

He smiled, “Yeah. Your guy’s a full blown hero now.”

“I’m proud. Can we see each other when I come home?”

“Sure. I would have loved to see you more, but you were.. travelling.”

“Yeah, I was avoiding you. When I last saw you we kept going to bed together!”

“Okay? So, why’d you ask me what happened to us when you know that you ran from me?”

“I ran because I was afraid it was unhealthy. You’d already broken up with me and had started seeing Babe socially.”

“I still loved you and you knew that. I still do.”

“Well.. I'll… see you soon…”

“Not soon enough.”

#So I Had a Dream #So She's Gone #henry danger #chenry #hd fanfic

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avengers-nextgen · 5 years

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We Are One XIX

“James, there’s an issue on the upper floors. S.W.A.T decided to pull their heads out of their butts,” Alex’s voice sounded through the earpiece only making James’ head ache more.

“Get them off,” he breathed, standing weakly.

“Alright.”

James picked up his gun and checked the clip. He hadn’t lost any rounds. Resting the weapon snugly into his palm, he stood taking in the mess at hand.

Nathaniel had started frantic CPR on Chloe while Arthur attempted to fend off Killian by himself. He was holding his own fairly well but the emotional toll of Chloe’s state was wearing him down.

“Nathaniel, do you need me t-“

“Just incapacitate that bastard anyway you can!” Nathaniel called not pausing his chest compressions. Nodding, James grasped the metallic cylinder at his hip. The weapon expanded into a gnarled blade resembling the tip of a scorpion tail. Rushing to Arthur’s aid, James leapt from the roof of an abandoned car raising the knife above his head.

Booting Arthur in the gut, Killian turned raising his staff to bar James’ attack. Already with a second plan, James used their locked weapons to jerk Killian into his up-striking knee. For the first time James had managed a successful retaliation against Killian.

The other boy recovered quickly whilst swinging his staff at James’ head. Ducking the blow, James slashed at Killian’s leg when a violent shock raced down his back. Seeing James’ struggle Arthur flung a glowing whip of magic capturing Killian’s arm. Tugging on the tendril he managed to pull Killian away from James.

But what seemed like a good idea quickly turned sour when the staff pierced through the tether. Electricity arched through the tendril blasting Arthur backwards into a street pole. He didn’t get up.

“James!” Nathaniel yelled drawing the attention of the younger boy. “Use the gun!”

“We bring them in alive!”

“We don’t have time!”

“Nathani-“

“James, I’m asking you to do this. Please.”

Heart hammering, James glanced from Nathaniel to Killian. He sheathed the knife in a swift motion while drawing the gun. All the while Killian watched. “Hands up!”

“You know I won’t do that,” Killian shook his head.

“It’s over,” James glared, striking up his fighting stance.

“It’s over when I say it is.”

“Your friends are losing,” James lied, “and most of them are dead. We’re supposed to take you alive but the more you resist-“

“We knew what this entailed,” Killian assured, “and that was the embrace of death.”

“You can change that,” James shifted his hold on the gun feeling his palms grow sweaty. Killian only shook his head as dark clouds formed above.

“Kill me.”

“No.”

“James, it’s you or me. There is no middle ground here. Put aside your heroic facade,” Killian paused in his advances letting the sky turn to chaos. Winds began to build and the thrum of thunder rolled above. “Take the shot.”

“I don’t kill unless I have to,” James swallowed though his mouth was dry.

“Then you will perish,” Killian sighed, “and it will be as I feared. You and your friends should have learned. You should have stepped aside.”

“The minute I do that is the minute I compromise all I believe in.” Killian nodded at James’ words as if he had expected them. The boy’s eyes closed in the briefest expression of peace. When they opened all that could be seen were white irises crackling with electricity.

“James!” Nathaniel screamed. “Finish this!”

“No!”

“If this lightning discharges it’s going to blow the entire building!”

“I can do this!”

“No you can’t! This isn’t your call!” For the first time in years James felt truly helpless. He didn’t kill unless it was a last resort. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t the right way to end things. Because like it or not, Killian had a family, he had a heart, and even if it was in the wrong place it still beat. It was still the source of a life. A soul.

Water fell in small droplets that only grew in size until James’ tears could be mistaken for the rain.

“Stop. Turn yourself in! Don’t make me do this!” James cried.

“There comes a time when every boy has to grow up and do what they don’t want to. Why do you think I’m here?” Killian asked, tightening his grip on the staff. He was nearly there. Nearly powerful enough to make a final statement.

“You’re delusional if you think this will fix anything!” James yelled. The gun quivered in his hand. “Can’t you see you’re exactly what you hate?”

“Maybe I am....” Killian raised the staff. James closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. A bang tore open the sky and blood painted the street.

— — —

“Ophelia.” The word struck something in her that hurt more than anything she’d ever felt before. In one fell swoop, Drew fell to the ground clutching her splitting skull with tears on her cheeks.

Images of smiling faces flashed against the back of her eyelids. Words of affection, sounds of laughter, mocking remarks, teasing replies, and sounds of play echoed in her ears like phantoms. With each new sensation the pain magnified until it was no longer her head that ached but her chest and her stomach and her legs and so much more.

Orion scrambled to his feet watching wide eyed as his cousin writhed in agony. Guilt crept into his chest for inducing such pain, but it needed to be done.

Part of him wanted to help but the other part had no idea how. What was there for him to do? He didn’t know the programming in place, didn’t know what she was seeing, and he certainly didn’t know how horrible it felt.

But what broke his heart the most was the choked cry that escaped Drew’s lips, “Help me. Please.”

Her entire body was shaking like that of a frightened dog’s and her eyes refused to focus on anything but him for that brief moment.

“What’s-“ Scout ran to stand beside Orion wearing a similar expression of conflicted surprise.

“Please,” Drew cried in raspy despair, “O-Orion.”

“Scout, we need to take her home,” Orion looked imploringly at his boyfriend who nodded in reserved silence. “Will you-“

“I’ll fly her,” Scout promised, giving Orion’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, “and I’ll see you there.”

Kneeling, Orion collected the weak girl where she curled into his chest as if he could hide her from the pain. He watched Scout take off in a hurry with Drew positioned carefully in his arms.

— — —

Siyanda spotted Piper fly overhead before hovering above the flaming building. If things went well the fire danger would at least disappear but that didn’t eliminate Kubu.

Using the wall for support, Siyanda stood once more and staggered around to the front of the building. She rounded the corner in time to see Thalia deck Kubu in the jaw. Stumbling, he lashed out with a vengeance once more. Heart pounding with resurfacing adrenaline, Siyanda entered the fray once more.

Leaping, she slammed both feet into Kubu’s back sending him crashing through the gas station window. Glass rained on the stained floor only worsening the mess.

Jumping through the broken window, she seized him by the back of the neck and smashed his face into the ground. Grunting, Kubu turned throwing her free. Wielding an empty snack stand he slammed the structure across Siyanda’s back.

With each second that passed they grew sloppier in their fighting as fatigue set in. Shelves were strewn about in cluttered messes and the machinery was given a violent makeover.

Somersaulting through a wall, Siyanda struggled to recollect herself once more. A white form loomed in the entrance way but it disappeared seconds later. Panting, the princess crawled through the rubble witnessing a scuffle for control.

Finding one last burst of energy, Siyanda prayed that the fight would be done. She couldn’t last much longer. So with a final charge she struck with all the force she could muster.

Metal claws sank through flesh and grated against bone. Her hit had pierced Kubu’s armor and embedded her hand in his gut. Silence settled as both registered what had just happened.

Then, slowly, Kubu gave a slurred laugh as he removed his mask. “It is finished.”

Siyanda watched wide eyed as his knees gave way and Kubu slipped free of her hold collapsing onto the floor in a pool of blood. Chest heaving, she tore off her own mask feeling oddly light headed and disoriented.

“Si?” The faint, hesitant voice drew her back to the present.

“It’s okay, Thals. It’s over.” Turning Siyanda flashed the blonde a weak smile when she noticed the blood. Thalia was holding a quivering hand to her bloodstained chest. The smile that had so quickly come fled in an instant.

“Did we win?” Thalia asked seeming unaware of her injuries as the shock set in. Siyanda gave no reply. She only called for Piper in a desperate plea over the coms.

— — —

Sage woke to the sound of screaming that chilled her blood. Shaking away the fog of unconsciousness she scrambled quickly to her feet searching for the source of the noise. What she saw made her stomach turn.

A white wolf was tearing into Bianca’s back like a carnivore who hadn’t been fed in years. Horror turned to anger. Vanishing and reappearing beside the creature just as a metal apparatus was torn free with a blood curdling scream, Sage blasted the enemy back creating a safe distance between them and Bianca.

Blood dribbled from Max’s mouth and the metal device clattered to the street as the air grew thick. A faint green glow seemed to fill the sky. As the shade intensified Max felt like they were suffocating. There was no oxygen to breath.

Sage wasn’t sure how she was doing it, but she knew she was. Rage had turned her blood into a boiling cauldron and the air was being stifled all around Max.

What she couldn’t see, they did. Max’s lungs ached with a need for oxygen but all they could make sense of was the two glowing eyes glaring back at them. Max had never seen such hate before and it terrified them to the core. They thought for certain the were to die when something broke Sage’s concentration.

All at once Max could breath freely again. A pitiful whimper forced its way free as they saw the damage that had been done. There was blood everywhere, skin in ragged pieces, parts exposed that shouldn’t have been, and worst of all-they were responsible for it.

Guilt sent a wave of nausea through their gut. With a lowered head, Max attempted to move forward. Attempted to apologize, or offer help, or something-anything. But Max was stuck. Stuck in this wolve’s body and unable to change.

“You’ll be okay,” Sage promised, but she was beyond terrified. There was no way to make sense of the injuries, make sense of the carnage, or anything that had happened. All she could do was stroke her friend’s hair muttering fake promises while waiting for help to arrive. “I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere B. Okay? Help’s on the way I promise.”

But there was no way of knowing how quickly help would get there and Sage was left praying to any person she knew of- that Bianca would make it out of this. That she would be okay.

#avengers #avengers next gen #marvel #black widow #captain america #mcu #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch #we are one #phase3

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scottishvix · 7 years

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Family Reunion

The lovely @thesecondsealwrites who asked for “A reunion kiss (platonic or romantic, your choice of characters).

Thank you so much for this! I have actually been wanting to write this part of Sai’s story for ages, I just needed the inspiration to start. I really hope you guys like it.

It had started just after Vastra had told Cullen why Sai never spoke of her parents. Sai was only just back from a trip to the Emerald Graves that had shaken her badly. The horrors her team had found at the Chateau d’Onterre had been eased by an epic game of Wicked Grace, but he knew it was still eating away at her.

They were sitting in Vastra’s rooms, Marie and Kitty having been escorted to bed by Nettie, when she finally opened up on the subject. “Vastra? If I wrote him a letter, do you think Papa would read it?”

“Yes,” Vastra’s answer was simple and without hesitation.

“You sound so sure.” Sai’s voice was small and uncertain. Cullen leaned over and wrapped his arm around her. He hated seeing her so fragile and vulnerable like this.

Vastra smiled and moved to the small desk she used for her correspondence. A few moments rifling around in one of the drawers produced a small, sealed letter. As the older woman passed it to Saibra, Cullen recognised the seal as the Trevelyan family crest. Sai took it with trembling fingers, but hesitated to open it. “How long?” she asked quietly.

“Since I wrote to him to say the girls and I were with you and safe. He said to wait until you were ready to read it.” Vastra settled herself back in the armchair. “You don’t need to read it tonight, Skint. Now you have it, it can wait until you’re ready.”

“No.” Her voice was stronger now, more certain. “I want to read what he has to say.” She broke the seal and unfolded the paper. It was a single side, the handwriting strong and clear enough that Cullen could read it too.

Saibra,

I hesitate to call you my little dove, the way I did when you were a child. I lost that right when I sent you to the Circle without a word. I know it broke your Mama’s heart that we were not reconciled before we lost her. I am ashamed of the way I treated you.

It was not that you were a mage. Please never think that it was your magic that scared me. It was having to send you away, knowing you could never truly come home. You were the light of my world; letters and short visits would never have been enough and it would have broken my heart every time I had to say goodbye to you. I thought it would be easier to have one permanent farewell. I was wrong.

I was your father and you were my frightened little girl. I thought the pain of letting you go would ease in time but it never did. I have wanted to write to you so often and ask your forgiveness, but I could not bear to think it would be sent back unread. My only hope is that you show any desire to contact me so Vastra can give you this letter. If you are reading this now, I may have some small chance of earning your forgiveness.

Vastra writes to me often of how you fare. Even in Ostwick, we hear often of your bravery, compassion, and wisdom. I am so very proud of you and I love you so very much.

Your papa,

Fulke Trevelyan

By the time she got to the end of it, Saibra was red-eyed and trembling in his arms. He pulled her closer, rubbing her back. “He really misses me?”

Vastra nodded sadly. “He asks about you in every letter. It’s your decision, but I hope you will write to him. At least to let him know you read it.”

Sai nodded, slowly. “I will, just… give me some time.”

It hadn’t taken long. Two days later, she borrowed White Star to send a reply. From there, they had set up a tentative correspondence. As they rode out the highs and lows of the search for Samson, and the revelations about the Seekers, Bianca Davri, and Blackwall’s identity, Saibra’s mood could rise or fall with the presence or absence of a letter from her father at the right – or wrong – moment.

Cullen tried to be there for her. In sympathy, he had begun his own fragile correspondence with Mia. Her letters were full of more scolding than Bann Trevelyan’s to Sai ever were. It was still different; even if he hadn’t replied, Mia had always tracked him down and sent letters anyway. There had been no contact between Saibra and her father since she was eight. They had to get to know each other again, and Sai was always terrified the letters would stop. Cullen wondered if Mia felt the same.

They settled into a regular correspondence as the battle in the Arbor Wilds approached, and continued up until the moment of Corypheus’ defeat. Cullen watched, fear gripping his heart, as she hugged Vastra before going out to face the magister for the last time, pressing a letter into her sister’s hands. “For Papa. Just in case.”

He promised himself that if she came back to him, he would make sure she and her father had a proper reunion.

Cullen rubbed his face in irritation. Josie had spent a full week draping Skyhold in pink and red fabric, and he hadn’t said a word. His men and women had been distracted for just as long, whispering in corners and becoming distracted over who would be sending anonymous gifts to who, and he had allowed for their lapses in attention. He had even tolerated Marie and Kitty begging for his help making paper crowns with them. But to be ordered to attend a Kissing Day ball in the main hall tonight? When he had so hoped for some time alone with his betrothed. It was the last straw. Especially when his gift for her hadn’t arrived.

The knock at the door made him glare. “This had better be important, Jim.”

The door creaked open. “It’s a good thing that it is. And that I’m not Jim,” Vastra grinned at him as she slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Cullen tensed. “It’s here?”

“Safe and sound,” Vastra assured him, “and hidden in my rooms.”

“And Saibra doesn’t suspect?”

The lady rolled her eyes at him. “My daughters are experts at distracting their aunt, as you well know. She has no idea.” She smoothed down his shirt, straightening out the creases with an expert eye. “Go and get her.”

“She… she won’t be angry?” Cullen had spent weeks planning and arranging this. Now it was here, he wasn’t sure he had done the right thing.

Vastra stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “She will be delighted. Go to her. It’s past time.”

He followed her to the gardens and almost hesitated to interrupt. She looked so beautiful and happy, sitting in the middle of the grass, a crown of pink paper flowers on her head, laughing as Marie and Kitty showed her a dance they had created for the day. When the girls finished with a curtsey to their Aunt, he joined in her applause. A warm happiness crept over him when she turned her face up to him, eyes full of joy and love. She scrambled to her feet as he approached and he bent slightly to kiss her cheek. “Are you ready for your Kissing Day gift, sweetling?” he whispered in her ear as Vastra herded up her protesting daughters.

She beamed up at him and nodded. Kissing Day, she had informed him the previous year, was something she missed from home. She knew he wasn’t fond of the holiday, and was grateful for any little show of celebration on his part.

Cullen led Saibra through the keep, stopping constantly to allow her to be wished a happy Kissing Day by what felt like half the population of Skyhold. He hated the interruption, nerves being stretched raw by each fresh delay.

Finally, they made it up the stairs, and Sai frowned as he stopped outside Vastra’s door instead of carrying on up to their rooms above. “I don’t want us to be interrupted,” he told her, gently kissing away the confused look on her face. “Close your eyes.”

She did as he asked and Cullen gently guided her through the door. Once he was sure she was steady and facing the right direction he took her hand. “Open your eyes.”

Saibra blinked, adjusting to the bright light streaming in the windows. Then she blinked again at the sight before her. Standing from where he had obviously been sitting on Vastra’s sofa was a lean man, his hair and bear the same strawberry as Vastra’s, eyes the same pale blue as Kitty and Marie. “Papa?” Sai whispered. She took a couple of stumbling steps forward, hand reaching out to graze his sleeve, afraid that he might be an illusion that would disappear if she touched him.

He didn’t his arm was solid and warm under her fingers. And then she had his arms around his neck and his were around her back and his lips were warm on her cheek, kissing away her tears even as his own ran into his beard. “Happy Kissing Day, my little dove. My Saibra.”

Watching as his love embraced her father for the first time in over 15 years, Cullen felt a certainty this had been the right idea. Maybe he next year he could invite his family to spend Kissing Day with them.

#Seal's Kissing Day Celebration #Dragon Age fanfic #Love in the Time of Corypheus #for thesecondsealwrites #Vix writes

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rippedjeansandloudmusic · 7 years

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elysian: capitolo due

chapter two of my soulmate au. don’t hate me if it’s shitty. and it’s a bit shorter, only by about 700 words though so calm down Chapter One: [x]

Nico’s tattoo’s changed over time.

Most stayed the same; the baseball theme, the sun, and the pink string. Though, the string was one of the weirder one. It was never the same. At one moment was Happiness and the other Dimples. Family to Sunshine.

He loved it.

It was poetic.

He wanted to know what was one his soulmate’s arm. Maybe his sister? Mama? Maybe a music sheet. He wasn’t sure what he loved.

His seventeenth birthday was last month. February was brewing over the horizon, threatening to come and destroy his peace.

His father called. Not to apologize. Not to come back. To announce he had a sister; one in New York, Manhattan. Literally in the same city as him. He expected Nico to go and meet her at some knock-off chain or restaurants downtown.

He wanted to go.

But he didn’t want to give his father the satisfaction of knowing he still had an influence over him…

Though she didn’t deserve that.

When he woke up that morning he threw the covers from his body, wiping the sweat from his brow and climbing down the ladder. He was never sure why he sweat in his sleep, and it was pretty fucking gross. Though he couldn’t help it. It was like second nature now.

He didn’t have a shirt on, only a pair of gray sweatpants and one sock. The sock had so many holes in it, though, that he was sure it classified more as just a strip of cloth.

He opened the door to his solo bedroom (Percy lived on campus) and walked across the floor towards the kitchen.

He wasn’t that surprised to find Sally already at the dining room table.

She was passed out at her laptop, reading glasses pushed up her head. Her black hair was pulled back into a messy bun atop her head, though most of it had come undone throughout the night. She was still wearing her suit from the office, meaning she had gotten home and immediately went to work on her book. She’s been working on it for a while, Nico knows because she’s asked him many questions on how teenagers are nowadays and were on it constantly.

He admired her determination to get them out of this rickety apartment.

His hair was now long enough where he could pull it back easily, something he always loved. He was positive he was done growing (height wise, of course), now being around five ten (one hundred seventy-seven centimeters) with a lanky body. His arms were growing a bit once Sally had convinced him to join the track team. His go-to attire was a black-sometimes-gray shirt with black jeans, along with a black leather bomber jacket.

He walked barefoot across the table, prying the laptop from Sally’s unconscious body and grabbing a pillow from one of the chairs to tuck under her head. She might’ve been asleep, but he knew she would appreciate the gesture.

He tip-toed around the table, reaching into the cabinet above the stove and grabbed some things.

As he was preparing breakfast, something that he normally did on the weekends, he didn’t realize Sally was in the doorway until he was finished. He sighed loudly, over-playing how her presence frightened him (it didn’t) (she was too nice to be frightening) and showing a small smile.

“How was your night?” He asked, his Italian accent showing slightly. It was there, he wasn’t going to let it fade that easily, making his words sound a little suaver than most people in America.

“Crappy,” Sally replied, walking over and opening the fridge. “Do you know where the cream is?”

“Top shelf,” Nico replied, grabbing two plates from the rack in the corner and taking the food from the pan.

“What did Shef di Angelo cook for us today?” Sally asked, raising a brow. Nico rolled his eyes, though didn’t fight the smile from his face.

“Sausage omelets. Don’t worry,” he said at her exasperated face, “it’s not hard. Barely took fifteen minutes.”

She smiled shyly at him, taking the plate he held out to her and walking back to the counter. Nico grabbed their drinks (coffee, obviously) and followed her out.

“How’s the book doing?” He asked when they sat back down. Sally appeared to be trying to turn the laptop back on, but it was obviously dead. Even he knew that when he barely knew how most forms of social media worked. She huffed out in annoyance before digging into her plate.

“About three-fourths the way done,” she replied after swallowing her first bite. She smiled at him, pointing with her fork towards the plate. “How are you so good at making these?”

“Mama taught me,” he replied, picking at his plate as well before shoveling some into his mouth. “Said, ‘I want you to be able to treat your soulmate right, Nico. Be extravagant!’”

Sally smiled sadly at him. Nico didn’t talk about his mother much, Bianca neither. Mostly because no one really asked, truly. He wasn’t over their deaths - he wasn’t sure he ever would be, truly - but he was better than before. He could talk about them, how great they were, and how he wished they were still around.

“Your mother sounds like an amazing person,” Sally said.

“She was…”

They settled into a nice silence after that, just eating.

“Are you going to see your sister today?” Sally asked after a moment, causing Nico to pause in getting up.

“Not sure yet,” Nico said, taking his plate into the kitchen. Sally sighed, following Nico into the kitchen to continue their conversation.

“I think you should,” she said, standing beside Nico at the sink. “You’re not going to have another opportunity like this, Nico.”

“I know, I know,” he said, grabbing the dish soap. “I just - I don’t know how I’m going to react. I want to meet her - I truly do - I just don’t know if I could see her without seeing him. He did pick her over me.”

“Nico,” Sally said, grabbing Nico’s wrist and grabbing his chin, pulling it to look at her. “You know that’s not true. He just… well, I don’t have an explanation. Just, even if that is true - which it isn’t! - you shouldn’t let that stop you from meeting her.”

Nico huffed, twisting his jaw from in between her fingers and continuing to wash his plate.

“Do you always have to be right?” He asked, though his tone was muffled. He disliked (read: hated) telling people they were right, gave them too much advantage. Though Sally just smiled, patting him on the back and walking back into the dining room.

“There’s money in the drawer! Don’t take more than you need, Nico!”

Nico hated going outside.

He was walking down the street, towards the coffee shop he was supposed to meet this infamous sister in. His white converse hit the street in a rhythm he was trying to get lost in, trying to forget that he was going to meet his only living relative (he didn’t like to think of his father as alive) (at least, not in his head. Not to him, he wasn’t) and how he could easily make this relationship crash and burn. But, alas, the sound of bussing taxi’s and screaming children left his brain a mush or something he couldn’t keep up with.

He pulled out his headset.

He had an old and falling-apart music player he’s had with him since his fifteenth birthday. Percy had gotten it for him, saying That’s what brothers do for each other, Nico, and leaving the room.

He had downloaded all the songs he remembers Bianca used to like. And the ones his mother used to sing to him as he had a hard time falling asleep.

O Sole Mio

It was something he loved listening to. It might not have been his mother’s voice or her way of singing it, but the simplicity of the song gave him the comfort he didn’t know he needed. The basic tempo with the basic lyrics…

They were basically him.

When the doors to the coffee shop were pushed open he almost gagged.

It smelled like old coffee and paper. He could see stereotypical hipsters, alongside the normal college students and some normal people - though not many - stationed at random places throughout. He didn’t bother walking up to the front counter, just marching straight towards the back and stationing himself at a table near the window.

He wasn’t sure what Hazel looked like, and she him, just that he would be alone at a table near the back.

He stayed there for about an hour until she showed up.

He didn’t hate her for it. He actually enjoyed the time alone, spent sketching or writing on some table napkins. By the time she got there he’d gone through about twenty napkins, and was now on his last one, drawing a part of an eye.

“Uh, Nico?” He heard a small voice ask, causing his head to lift.

Holy shit, was his first thought. Followed by Those genes must’ve come from her mom because holy shit Hades isn’t that attractive. He wasn’t thinking of her as Zac Efron hot, more like the sister who you know looks better than you hot.

She had long and voluminous (that’s a thing, right?) hair, streaks of blonde all throughout the brown. She was wearing what appeared to be a school uniform, a long pleated skirt that danced about her mid-calf with a blazer and a white shirt underneath. Her eyes shone gold and danced with curiosity, one that reminded him of Bianca, and she seemed to be biting her lip so hard that he was surprised when she didn’t draw blood.

“Yeah. I mean, yes, I am Nico di Angelo.”

She put a hand to her chest, breathing heavily. “Thank god. I was beginning to think I walked into the wrong shop.”

He smiled at her small attempt to lighten the mood, gesturing to the seat across from him. “Sit, please.”

She shouldered off a bag Nico didn’t realize she had, plopping herself in the seat across from him. Their chairs were pretty tall, and he could tell she was swinging her legs under the table. She was small enough to where it was easy for to do it when Nico could stand up easily.

They sat in awkward silence for a few moments.

“So, I’m assuming your Hazel?” He asked, inwardly cringing at how delicate his voice sounded. Hazel seemed glad that he broke the silence, since she obviously had no idea how, and nodded.

“Yeah, Hazel Levesque.”

“Well, what brings you to New York, Hazel Levesque?”

She raised a brow at his odd way of talking, though didn’t bother questioning him on it. “Uh, I go to a Catholic school about an hour from here. Marie thought it was a good idea to get me away from New Orleans.”

Nico raised a brow. “You’re Catholic?”

Hazel shook her head quickly, taking a hair tie from her wrist and using it to tie her hair back.

“No. Marie thought it would be a good idea to, quote, Get good influence on me before I turn into Piper.”

Nico raised a brow, twirling the straw on his tea (he’d gotten it about half an hour ago) to keep his hands from shaking. He was done with coffee for the day.

“Okay, question one: whose Marie? And two: whose Piper?”

Hazel thumped herself on the head, sighing loudly. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“It’s fine,” Nico reassured her, crossing his legs under the table and tapping his fingers on the table. “I’d do the same.”

She smiled at him, causing her teeth to shine against her light brown skin tone.

“Well, Marie is my mother. She likes to be called Marie. Says it ‘demands attention and focus’, whatever that means.”

Nico smirked.

“Piper’s my best friend. She goes to my school. She isn’t Catholic either, though this is the closest school her father could get for her since she’s been kicked out of so many.”

Nico snorted, and almost toppled out of his chair when Hazel shot him a warning look.

“S-Sorry. Just, uh, how many schools has she been kicked out of?”

Hazel raised a brow and sounded a bit hesitant to answer. “I think around four. What’s it to you?”

Nico bit his inner lip, trying to suppress a smile.

“I’ve been to six if it’s worth anything. Principals don’t really appreciate graffiti art on the sides of their offices.”

Hazel laughed, and Nico wasn’t sure what to do. He was never considered a funny guy; morbid, yes. Antisocial and disturbed, yeah. But, making someone laugh? That was new.

“Wow, I can’t see you doing that. Actually,” she took a closer look at his face, as though analyzing him. He shifted uncomfortably, as though her gaze was making him uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice. “You have a mischievous glint. So, I guess I can see you doing that.”

Nico blinked for a moment.

“Wow. I didn’t know you could read people.”

Hazel shrugged, taking a sip of coffee she’d bought before coming back. “Yeah. Marie’s a psychic supposedly, so I guess it’s hereditary.”

Nico licked his lips, rolling his head to crack his neck. Hazel winced at the sound, though Nico didn’t notice.

“Speaking of that,” he said, placing both his feet on the ring of his chair. “How can we look nothing alike?”

Hazel scrunched her brow. “No idea. I like to think of Hades as the god himself; a selfish, uh, dude with no DNA and no cares.”

Nico was the one to laugh now. They were drawing eyes from around the shop but didn’t care, too invested in their conversation to care.

“You’ve never met him?” He asked, stirring his drink again. Hazel shook her head.

“No. You have?”

Nico nodded his head solemnly. “I hate to say I have.”

Hazel scoffed. “Why so?” She had an agitated tone, one Nico has heard many times before.

Nico looked up at her, though didn’t move his head from being downcasted for a moment. Slowly he sat back up straight. “He’s a selfish asshole that left me for dead.”

Hazel’s eyes shot open wide, suddenly sitting up straight as well. Maybe Nico was laying it on too thick, but he couldn’t find himself to care. He hated Hades. With every inch of his being.

“What?” Hazel asked, now seeming a bit confused and seemed to be seething a bit.

We may not have looks in common, he thought to himself, but we sure do have some matching personality traits.

“He hasn’t told you?”

Hazel shook her head.

“Well, I’m not from America, first of all.”

Hazel rolled her eyes, though not in annoyance, and smirked a bit. “I could tell, from the accent. What, Italy?”

Nico shook his head. “Venice, to be specific. There, uh,” he looked to Hazel. Was he alright to tell a stranger his entire life story?

Not a stranger, Nico told himself. A sibling.

“He lived with us. In Venice, that is.” Nico knew that was irrelevant, but he was trying to distract himself from the words coming from his mouth. “He lived with me, my mother, and my sister, Bianca.” Nico could tell Hazel wanted to interrupt, but she kept her mouth shut, letting him continue to talk.

“Let’s just say… I loved him. As much as I regret it, I loved the guy. He was my role model, someone I wanted to model myself after. Well, not entirely, but how he was so successful, and how he still made time for my mother and I even though he had a busy-ass schedule, he could still see us.”

Nico bit his lip and blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of the tears threatening to run down his cheeks. No crying, he reminded himself.

“We lived in harmony. All of us except Bianca and him, anyway. Bianca’s my sister. Full blooded, not half, you know? Anyway, they always had a rocky relationship. They avoided each other, never talked often unless mama asked them both a question… I never fully understood. I remember,” he laughed bitterly, “how she would always tell me I was too young to understand. How, how she would tell me when I was older…”

He felt something hit his hand and looked down to see Hazel’s hand. She had spindly fingers, one built for a piano, not for comforting a crying teenage boy.

“Sorry,” he said, taking his hand from Hazel’s grip and wiping his eyes. “I’m a mess.”

“No,” Hazel said, taking both his hands in his and squeezing reassuringly. He stared at her for a moment, trying to process what was happening, before she began talking again.

“Continue. I’m curious.”

He smiled bitterly again.

“Anyway, it was a normal day, the day he left. Well, at least it started out normal. I woke up Bianca from our beds, we ran down the stairs and ate omelets, then we ran out to the town. Venice is different from here. America. We would run down the crowded streets, holding hands and singing songs at the tops of our lungs. Sometimes another person - a neighbor, or perhaps a student Bianca knew - and we would just… be ourselves. Bianca never sat back and watched. She got up and did. I loved her for that. So, so many other reasons, but that was… that was a major one.”

He cleared his throat again, and Hazel squeezed his hands.

“That night, our house caught fire.”

Hazel took a sharp breath, though didn’t tell him to stop. He dropped her gaze, instead studying her hands. He didn’t notice he was talking, only seeing how her hands weren’t calloused more boney. How she seemed like such a nice girl, too nice to be Hades, daughter.

Except for Bianca.

Bianca was the one exception.

“And, when they tried to contact him the next day, he was gone. No one could find him anywhere. Not even the fucking NSA could find him. But, apparently, they were looking in the wrong country…”

Hazel stood up from her chair, walking around and hugging him tightly. Nico froze. He didn’t get hugged often from anyone that wasn’t Sally. She buried her face in his collarbone, and he had to turn so they weren’t at such an awkward angle.

“I’m so, so sorry. And I know it doesn’t matter, what I say now, but god I’m sorry.”

“I live with my - I guess our - aunt at about a forty minute walk from here.” He sniffled. “She - she was the one to convince me to come here. No offense, obviously, but I was just scared…”

Hazel smiled sadly and pulled back to look at his face. He was shocked to see she was about to start crying as well.

“It’s fine. Piper and Leo were the ones to convince me to come, as well. I was scared that he would still be with you, and I would storm out - I just, I don’t get out much.”

Nico smiled sadly.

“Neither do I.”

Will’s life was getting a bit more exciting.

He woke up at the crack of dawn - like always - and threw back his covers. Austin was gone, on his final year of college, and Kayla was still asleep. He didn’t need to check to know that was the case.

He put on his clothes, which consisted of a ratty old red flannel and some white shirt from a band he didn’t know existed, paired with some old blue cut-off jeans he bought a few weeks ago. His hair was freshly cut, short against his sides but a bit longer on top, and his black converse.

Then he was out the door.

Will had to pick up multiple jobs to help his mom pay the bills; they were good, she would say, and Will knew that was always correct. Naomi was a nurse, so they were always good in the money department, but he felt like he was taking too much and not giving enough.

He worked at a small, family-owned restaurant down the street from his house. The family was amazing, though he felt like they were too invested with soulmates. They were constantly walking up to him, asking for a glimpse at his tattoo, since everyone in their family had already found their soulmates and they quote, Wanted to live vicariously through you as you search for your one and only true love.

Will still didn’t understand the hype completely, though he was beginning to understand.

He saw a couple at a McDonald's a few days ago. Weird, he knows, but just listen:

They were sitting, hands interlocked in the middle of their table, sharing a Happy Meal. As Will walked over, he thought they were just friends, though then he caught a glance at each other’s names on their arms.

And suddenly, he realized that he wanted that. Maybe not anytime soon, but at some point.

He just still wasn’t sure why he wanted it so badly.

Yeah, they were your soulmate. But, they’re just people. And yes, he loves his sister and his mother and his brother with all of his heart. He just couldn’t imagine feeling that and something more for another person.

It just seemed too unrealistic.

As he swung the door open to the restaurant, he was pretty surprised to find it already partially filled. They were mostly elderly couples, people who didn’t remember a time before their soulmates, and the occasional one with a grandchild. He could see one woman in the very back with her grandchild, a young girl who seemed to be in her early teens, probably only thirteen.

I can’t be more than three years older than her.

Will’s sixteenth birthday wasn’t that long ago, so it seemed like a logical estimate on her age.

“Solace!”

Will’s head snapped in her general direction, causing his neck to crack painfully. Lou Ellen, the owner’s daughter, came running out of the back bakery and full speed at him. When they crashed Will almost fell over, catching them both at the last second.

“Will! Solace, Will, we need to talk.”

“Oh god.”

Lou pulled him into the back room, away from unsuspecting eyes, and almost punched him when they got some privacy, but thankfully Will dodged.

“Lou! What the hell - ”

“Your tattoo.” She said, pointing at Will’s forearm. “Let me see it.”

“What makes you think that slapping me will get you anywhere in the soulmate department?”

She just glared at him. Will huffed, pulling back his flannel and showing his forearm. Lou jumped, grabbing his arm and inspecting it closely.

“Holy shit! You’ve got a new one,” she said, pointing at his arm. Will raised a brow, twisting around to try and get a glimpse of his mark. Apparently, all his tattoos shifted during the night, making a new face in his arms.

“Jesus Christ…” Will muttered, moving his arm around.

It was a picture of an attractive woman, one that was probably around Will’s age, with long brown hair and glowing gold eyes. The tattoo seemed to be constructed of stained glass, giving her a new, vibrant light beside the simply worded tattoos of the other two women. This girls name, though, was in English.

Hazel Levesque

She was a different skin tone to the other two - from what Will could tell, anyway - so they weren’t related. She seemed to be in mid-laugh, causing her face to seem much younger than it probably was, so Will wasn’t positive on her age, though he was probably around the correct age range.

“That’s…” Lou covered her mouth. “That’s amazing.”

“It is,” Will muttered, barely loud enough to hear himself, and continued staring for a few moments.

“Will! Lou! What the hell are you guys doing back here?” Lou’s father, an older, burly man, burst through the doors to see them both staring at his new tattoo, He sighed, waving the two off back to their jobs.

Will couldn’t take his mind off the tattoo.

It was different from the other two faces. It seemed new; refurbished. The other two seem warned down, as though older.

He decided the newest tattoo was his favorite one.

He left early that morning with Lou in tow. He was never positive why he decided to work before school started was ever a good idea, but nonetheless, he still had classes to attend.

Lou and Will didn’t have many classes together, only two, and they weren’t the most talkative people. Popular? I guess you could say that yeah. But willingly? Hell no. Will liked to stay in the background, play his baseball and get good grades so he could go to NYU’s medical program, and then maybe, maybe move there afterward. He’s always wanted to go to New York. He liked how the city never slept, that there was always something new to do or see. It was different from his suburban neighborhood, something he always thought he needed. Different.

Maybe he’d even find his soulmate there.

Will wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds.

He enjoyed being out and about, but not being surrounded by the same people every day after school.

He liked his teammates, don’t get him wrong, but it’s just… boring. He wanted something new. Something exciting. Something that would make his stomach turn and twist and make him want to vomit. But, vomit rainbows, and not his bowels.

He was practicing his swinging, something he was never good at. He was a better outfielder. But, of course, they already had more than enough outfielders, so he was left at either batting or pitching.

I guess it’s something exciting to put on my college application, he tried to give himself something positive to think of, but that just made it worse.

He wanted to leave, and he wanted to do it now. Not in two years, not in two months, he wanted to go now. He was getting sick of the same old house on the same old hill, with the same old friends and the same old school.

He was sick of the old.

He wanted something new.

But, for now, at least, he was just going to have to stay put.

It’s not like he gets to plan his own life out, anyway. And when would his mom let him go anywhere that wasn’t the same old house until college?

He didn’t have a choice.

So, he just swung his bat.

Chapter Three

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A Head, A Heart, & A Crown {Biadore} Chapter 16 -C*NT

A/N: This is the second to last chapter! 😭😭😭 I can’t even believe it tbh, but I’m happy to say 1. This chapter is long (yay) 8500+ words! 2. TW: NSFW 😏 Smut is coming after 15 chapters of angst, drama, crazy ex boyfriends and competition. 3. It’s been almost a year since I got into Drag Race, so to see where I was a year ago, to now is something else. 4. Thank you to my lovely beta trixies-padding and 5. Thank YOU to all of the readers who have loved this story and continued to read it and give feedback! Enjoy!

Danny couldn’t sleep. He was staring at the ceiling, sobered by all of the events that had taken place tonight. He had filmed the finale of All Stars, and Jaremi had left him there, basically humiliating him. Which left Roy, who was there to pick up all of the pieces even though he didn’t need to. It wasn’t his responsibility anymore, and he still helped her. There was also that beautiful necklace that he had given her before the finale too. Roy had been so selfless, and All Jaremi had thought of last night was himself.

Danny had also felt guilty for what had happened with Roy. All of the sweaty dancing, kissing, touching; it was unfair to Jaremi. But doing that to Roy was unfair to well…Roy. He couldn’t keep stringing him along, he had to choose between the two of them.

4 am. Danny hated this time of night. It was the exact time his dad had passed away. The muse behind the song on his Afterparty album. 4 am was by far one of the darkest songs on his album, he had written it about the darkest time in his life, when his dad had passed away and when Roy had started dating Jason.

Right now 4 am was bringing new revelations to light, revelations he didn’t think he would have to face again. He peeled the covers off of his body and put on a long plush robe. He needed a cigarette and someone to talk to. There was only one person he could call right now.

He grabbed his pack of smokes and went outside on the balcony. Just a few hours earlier, he was on another balcony across town laughing and giggling. Now he was here, watching the sky turn a lighter shade of blue as the sun threatened to make an appearance. There were still clouds from the rain earlier, and the streets below were wet and filled with the smell of fresh rain.

He lit his cigarette and dialed his moms number. She picked up on the first ring.

“Danny! What’s wrong?” Bonnie exclaimed.

Danny didn’t know if it was because it had been the longest day ever, or if it was all of the emotions catching up with him but suddenly he broke into a sob.

“Oh god, please tell me you aren’t calling me to cry about boys.” Bonnie groaned.

Danny laughed as the tears started streaming down his face. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his robe, and composed himself.

“Mom, I don’t know what to do.” Danny admitted.

“What is your heart telling you?” Bonnie asked soothingly.

For the last 2 years, Roy had always been at the core of his heart no matter what sort of trade he was bringing home that night.

“What has it always told me?” Danny groaned.

“Roy?” Bonnie asked hopefully.

“Mom!” Danny exclaimed.

“Sorry. I guess I’m a bit biased. He put you in your place in a good way. God knows you need it.” Bonnie laughed.

“Thanks mom.” Danny muttered.

“That brings me to my next question: what does your head tell you?”

“Jaremi. I mean, we’ve been together so long and are engaged..”

“A year is not long in the grand scheme of things. Unless you aren’t happy, then it’s the longest year ever. Is that how you feel?” Bonnie asked.

This year HAD felt like the longest year he had in awhile. So much going on, touring all over the world, promoting All Stars.

“Well yeah..” Danny admitted.

“When you’re with the right person, the year’s will blaze past you. Then you’ll be an old fart like me listening to your son cry about boys at 4 am.”

Danny cackled and covered his mouth after hearing it echo in the dead of night.

“I don’t know. I just got back from being with Roy, and Jaremi ditched me tonight. It was the crowning and he just left. It really upset me but he doesn’t see the problem.” Danny vented.

“The bottom line is which one makes you feel more like a queen? That’s what’s important Danny. Whether or not you win the competition, it’s who’s going to be there afterwards to comfort you and make you feel like you won that counts. Does Jaremi do that? Or does Roy?” Bonnie asked gently.

Roy was the one that had stayed with him and made sure he was okay. He had made sure he had plenty to eat this morning after coming in to get ready for the finale completely fucked up. Jaremi didn’t come until the afternoon, and then just ended up leaving anyway. Roy had a beautiful thousand dollar necklace ready for him, and ended up crowning him. Jaremi had missed all of that, all for his own selfish reasons.

“You don’t have to answer me Danny. But you should love yourself enough to answer that question and choose the right man.”

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The next morning, Danny got up at around 1 in the afternoon after being up until almost 5 am riddled with guilt. He had to break off this engagement. It wasn’t right or fair towards Jaremi.

Jaremi was sitting at the kitchen table, listening to music on his phone when he noticed Danny approaching cautiously out of the bedroom.

“Can we talk?” Danny asked meekly.

Jaremi removed one of headphones silently, staring at Danny coldly.

“I-”

“Why didn’t you tell me you went home with Roy last night?”

“What? How did you-”

Jaremi simply handed his phone to Danny and walked off. On it, was a picture of Adore and Bianca feeling each other up at the club. Bianca’s hands were firmly placed on Adore’s hips as her ass was pressed up against the older queen. Adore looked like she was clearly enjoying herself a little too much in the picture.

“Keep scrolling.” Jaremi called.

Danny kept swiping left, as he scanned through the pictures his heart sank lower and lower. Pictures of Bianca dragging Adore through the club, leaving the club, and even one of Courtney flipping Bianca off as they drove away. She exited the message and realized some unknown number had sent the pictures to Jaremi. Huh. That was weird. He put his phone back on the table and walked over to comfort Jaremi.

“I didn’t want to upset you..” Danny started as he sat next to him.

“You thought seeing those pictures wouldn’t upset me? How reckless are you? Getting drunk and feeling up on your ex at the club? Danny you’re in your late 20’s now, it’s time to grow up.” Jaremi said angrily. Danny knew he had every right to be upset, but that didn’t get him off the hook for what he did last night.

“Well if you would have been there for me last night then I wouldn’t have been with my ex, who has a name by the way.” Danny added.

Jaremi glared at him and sighed. Danny had never seen him so pissed off, but it was the truth! He had wanted him there so badly, and he left before he even got dressed. What else was he supposed to do? How else was he supposed to feel?

“Danny, you saw the edit that they gave me. They’ve destroyed my reputation all over again. And you didn’t even care!”

That wasn’t true, Danny did care. He had held Jaremi as he cried himself to sleep for multiple nights, once the episodes started playing off of all of the negative things Jaremi had said. Danny thought that he would be okay for one night, to finish his contractual obligations and film the finale. But he couldn’t even separate himself enough from the editing to be selfless for Danny.

“Jaremi, I could be winning $100,000. That money could’ve gone towards our wedding, a house-”

“Could’ve?” Jaremi cut him off. His eyes cut into his, sending a shiver down his spine. This was it, Danny thought. This was real, and he was going to go through with what he thought would be best. Instead of going with his head, this time he was going to go with his heart.

“Yeah. Could’ve. As in if it were still happening, but it’s not.”

Jaremi’s lip quivered and he looked down at his feet.

“So you’re done with me? We aren’t getting married?” Jaremi’s voice cracked. Danny frowned and felt a lump in his throat form. He felt bad, he didn’t want to hurt him despite him being an asshole. He gulped and then continued.

“I can’t do this Jaremi. You abandoned me on one of the most important nights of my life, and then you even have the audacity to come at me sideways about me hanging out with Roy.”

“You know, I can’t say I’m surprised.” Jaremi finally said. He pushed past Danny and started gathering some of his things up. Danny got up from the table surprised at how Jaremi was throwing his things around.

“And why is that?” Danny snapped as he watched his now ex boyfriend grab his belongings hastily.

“You’re selfish, and it’s always been about Roy. Why you wont admit it to yourself, I have no clue but It’s pathetic. It’s clear he’s moved on.”

If he knew anything about what happened last night, he’d think otherwise about Roy moving on. But he wasn’t about to tell him that out of spite, Jaremi would find some way to use it against him anyway. This was his tactic of making himself feel better.

“Whatever Jaremi.” Danny rolled his eyes.

Jaremi appeared out of the bedroom with his duffel bag full of things, tears streaming down his cheeks. Danny walked over to embrace him but he shrugged him off.

“You really think I don’t know huh?” Jaremi snapped.

“Don’t know what?” Danny asked.

“That you fucked Roy. Or at least made out with him or something.”

“I didn’t!” Danny exclaimed.

“Didn’t what? Fuck him or make out with him?” Jaremi challenged.

Danny was silent. How was he supposed to answer that? Either answer put him in the wrong. He knew last night he was in the wrong when he was making out with Roy. He truly felt in his heart things were over with Jaremi, but it wasn’t fair to him what he did either. To spare Jaremi anymore heartache, he would keep what he did to himself.

“Exactly. I always knew the rumors were true. You really are a whore.” Jaremi pushed past him and walked to the front door. Danny’s eyes stung for the first time during this conversation with the threat of tears, as his chest tightened with grief. He was the furthest thing from a whore, and to be put back into that bubble was really hurtful.

After Danny had filmed drag race, he had went and fucked a lot of people; men and women alike trying to fill the void that Roy had left him with. This resulted in creating his whore reputation, but anyone who knew Danny knew that when he was in a serious relationship he was exclusive. He didn’t whore around, he didn’t cheat, and he didn’t go out and get fucked up. For him to do that to anyone, was a big deal. Danny didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing in this scenario, but he was fucking pissed.

“Get the fuck out.” Danny’s voice cracked as he leaned against the wall of the dining area. Jaremi knew that he hated being called a whore or anything promiscuous, so for him to use that against him was the lowest blow he could give him.

Silence fell over the room as the two men looked at each other for what would probably be the last time. Jaremi had always been attractive to Danny, but the way he was acting right now was making him look ugly. Usually he was incredibly sweet, but since he was hurt he was lashing out in the only way he knew how. By throwing low blows.

“You know, I really thought you were different.” Jaremi said, taking one last long look at Danny. Maybe to preserve the memory of what could have been, or maybe because he was trying to figure out what Danny was thinking. Danny was still upset, despite what the breakup meant. Jaremi looked at Danny and nodded when he didn’t respond taking his overnight bag and walking out of the door for the last time.

Danny was still processing everything that was happening. Him and Jaremi were no longer together. He had a gig in LA in a few days, and he knew Roy would still be in town. He knew he wouldn’t even want to speak to him at this point though, after their fucked up night.

He needed to vent to someone, someone who knew them both and cod help him figure out how to get Roy to his show.

Danny pulled up the queens name and clicked on their number.

“Hey,” Danny sniffled. “Can you come over?”

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Last Night

“Are you sure Adore is still with Phi Phi?” Willam asked confused as they watched Bianca and Adore from a distance.

“Positive! Bianca even said so herself.” Courtney nodded. “Although, I’m a bit surprised at how they’re both behaving, when they know that they can’t be together.”

“Aren’t you the reason that they didn’t end up together in the first place?” Willam asked.

“Yes, Willam, thank you for rubbing it in. I already feel bad enough about that.” Courtney rolled her eyes.

“Hello, do you not see what’s right in front of you?” Willam gestured to the two queens, feeling each other up like it was the last time they’d ever see each other.

“What are you suggesting?” Courtney asked. She really didn’t know what Willam was getting at.

“Ugh, I really am the brains of this relationship.” Willam sighed, taking Courtney’s phone out of her hand and started angling it in different directions. The bright flash bounced off of the two queens as she snapped the pictures.

Courtney’s eyes widened as she jumped to grab the phone out of Willam’s hand.

“What on earth are you doing?! Are you crazy?” Courtney exclaimed horrified.

“Send those pictures to your managers phone. From that phone, send them to Jaremi. He’ll be furious and most likely break off the engagement, and Adore wont know it was from you if he happens to look through his phone.” Willam explained like it was obvious.

Courtney’s eyes widened at the understanding of Willam’s words. This could get them back together, and take the blame off of her for them not ending up together.

Even though Courtney had feelings for Roy last year, she was so riddled with guilt after Danny started dating Jaremi that she focused her energy on Willam. She felt if she wouldn’t have kissed Roy, Phi Phi and Adore would have never got together let alone engaged. This new development could help Courtney get them back together and get her mind at ease.

“Oh my god you are an evil mastermind.”

“You’re welcome.” Willam flipped her hair over her shoulder and blew her a kiss.

“Willam, we should probably separate them now before things get too heated.” Courtney said worried. Adore and Bianca were facing each other now, completely closing any space between the two and basically ready to fuck on the dance floor.

“You are such a mom.” Willam rolled her eyes as they strode across the dance floor to split the two of them up.

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Roy had woken up alone, and with the worst hangover of his existence. It didn’t help that he had one of the worst nights of his life, with who he thought was the man of his dreams. He should’ve known that Danny would never choose him at this point. He threw his leg out from underneath the sheets and drug himself out of bed. When he turned on the light in the bathroom, he gasped. On his neck, a dark purple hickey had bloomed overnight. There were scratches all over his chest. He felt his groin tingle as he remembered Danny on top of him…

He shook the thought away and began washing his face.

What was he going to do? Danny had just left last night after the ultimatum. Was that really his way of dealing with things?

Or was that his answer to Roy? That he chose Jaremi over him?

He was pretty upset with Danny for just walking out on him, regardless of what his answer was.

Adore: I know things are weird, but I’d really like to see you at my show tomorrow.

BDR: Why?

Seriously, why? What did he want with him at this point?

He turned his phone on silent and crawled back to bed. He needed to lay down and re think all of his priorities.

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“What’s going on Danny?” Shane walked through the door to Danny’s apartment with concern on his face. Danny looked terrible sitting against the wall of the dining room, like he hadn’t slept very well and that he needed a good long hug.

“You’re not going to believe what happened.” Danny started. He told Shane everything, how Roy had given him the ultimatum, dumping Jaremi, and now he didn’t think Roy wanted anything to do with him.

“Maybe I can help.” Shane suggested.

“How? I don’t know what to do. He’s probably done with me. He’s not texting me back. I invited him to my show in a few days.” Danny hung his head down in defeat.

“Why don’t you change your setlist up? Do the songs that are about him, that will show him how you feel.” Shane smiled encouragingly.

“He doesn’t even know which songs are for him.” Danny frowned.

“You really think he doesn’t know ‘I Adore U’ and ‘I can’t love you’ are about him?” Shane asked dryly.

“Well I don’t know, he’s never said anything about it!”

“Trust me he knows. Those are his two favorites. That and Out of the Blue.”

“I wrote that one on All Stars about us..” Danny trailed off.

“See! He’d know. Just change your setlist and we’ll find a way to get him to the show.” Shane said, rubbing Danny’s back soothingly.

“Okay.” Danny smiled softly. “Thank you Shane.”

“Of course. So he didn’t text you back after you invited him?” Shane sat down next to him against the wall.

“No, which is why I think he’s done with me. I didn’t know what to say to him last night which is why I left. But fuck man, Jaremi is an asshole but he was right. It’s always been Roy.”

“Let me try.” Shane said determined.

Courtney: Come out with me on Thursday. I miss my drinking buddy.

“Do you really think he’ll answer you?” Danny asked hopefully.

“I mean, he doesn’t know I’m with you so I don’t see why not.” Shane shrugged.

Shane’s phone went off just then, and Danny’s head shot quickly towards the screen.

BDR: You always know when I need to get fucked up don’t you?

Danny frowned and Shane grimaced.

“Okay, that’s not the answer I was hoping for..” Shane trailed off.

“It’s fine Shane. I know I fucked up. But i’ll do my best to fix it.” Danny frowned.

“You should give him a lap dance on stage!” Shane wiggled his eyebrows.

“Bitch he would never go for that.” Danny laughed.

“He wouldn’t have to know! We could totally just bring him up to the stage and act like it was something random.” Shane gushed.

Danny pondered over that for a moment. He knew Roy was smart, but he didn’t know if he would need more of a…hands on message to get the point across that he was trying to make.

“Let’s do it.”

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Thursday

Roy was sitting in the back of a Lyft with Shane, who had insisted he come out with him tonight. They were on their way to the second bar right now, Roy already feeling pretty buzzed. Shane was a dangerous drinking buddy, but especially eager tonight buying Roy round after round until he decided that he was bored and then pestered him to move onto the next bar.

“What bar are we going to anyway?” Roy asked Shane. He noticed the driver was getting on the freeway, heading away from West Hollywood.

Shane gulped and pretended not to hear him. This was going to be the hardest part of the night. Roy would either be furious with him or he would be..well furious. He started humming Stayin’ Alive and hoped that Roy was too drunk too care.

“Shane?” Roy’s voice raised as he noticed they were heading towards the center of Los Angeles.

“Bar? Who said anything about another bar?” Shane teased nervously. He wasn’t too drunk apparently. Damn the older queens alcoholic tendencies!

“Where the fuck are we going then?” Roy exclaimed.

“Oh you know, just a concert…” Shane trailed off smiling. He kept his face composed, but was actually shaking awaiting Roy’s response.

It was funny, Shane watched the older mans facial expression change from surprise, to confusion, to realization, and then to pure rage. The rage part was by far the scariest but since Shane had a few drinks in him, he thought it was kind of cute how Roy’s face scrunched up when he was mad.

“Does Adore know that we’re going to be there?” Roy finally asked calmly. He saw the younger man deflate and grinned. Roy didn’t realize he was so intimidating, he found it pretty amusing.

“You aren’t mad?” Shane exclaimed.

“I’ve given Adore the cold shoulder long enough. It’s obvious she’s chosen to be with Jaremi, and I can’t hate her for that.” Roy shrugged.

Shane’s eyes widened.

“You don’t know.” Shane murmured in shock.

“I don’t know what?” Roy asked.

Shane pulled up Instagram on his phone and handed the phone to Roy.

phiphiohara : It’s unfortunate, but I have to announce that my engagement to Adore Delano has ended . I am taking a break from all of my social media to recover from this. If you could please allow me and Adore Delano to deal with this privately, I will forever be grateful. Love you always. -Your favorite Cosplay Queen, Phi Phi x

Roy’s eyes widened at the post and then he looked at Shane who was grinning like an absolute idiot.

“What-”

“It doesn’t matter what happened. You can finally be with her after all of this time! I think she wants that too.” Shane exclaimed.

“You really think so?” Roy asked. Suddenly he was nervous, his hands were breaking out in a sweat. He ran his hands through his hair frantically as they approached the venue.

“I know so Roy, and so does the rest of the world. Come on.” Shane grabbed his arm and they thanked the Lyft driver as they left the car and went up the steps to the venue.

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“Please welcome to the stage, the one you’ve been waiting all night for, Adore Delano!”

The crowd roared and Roy and Shane jumped up and down clapping their hands.

Adore appeared on stage wearing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a sheer black long sleeve shirt and long black hair. She waved enthusiastically at the crowd and grabbed her microphone off of the stand.

The acoustics for 'Take Me There’ started and left Roy confused. Usually she started with another one of her songs, this was different. He loved the song however, so he didn’t have anything to complain about.

Take Me There ended and immediately faded into Better then the Movies, yet another song that Adore didn’t perform very often. This was weird, Roy thought. She walked back and forth on the stage, dancing and interacting with her fans and was holding a beer bottle. Every time there was a pause in the lyrics, she would take a sip. Roy laughed and shook his head, always an excuse to have a drink in her hand. Afterparty started promptly after, and Adore slipped out of her black ripped jeans, kicking them out into the crowd.

This was one of Roy’s favorite songs, it was so sexual and he could picture Adore singing it to him at the end of a long night with her tired husky voice.

Adore jumped off the stage into the crowd, pulling one of her fans into an embrace. Roys heart stopped as the fans swarmed to where she was at, crowding her. He held his breath as she was enveloped in the crowd, and sighed in relief when she was finally propped back up onto the stage. Sometimes Roy would worry that the fans would just swallow her whole and never spit her back up. The song ended and she grinned at everyone, taking in the crowd as she caught her breath. She finished off her beer and set it on the stage, grabbing the microphone.

“How are you guys doing tonight?” Adore exclaimed twirling around in a circle. The crowd answered in unison and she nodded her head.

“Good. Hey you guys wanna hear a story?”

Roy laughed at how random she was and the crowd yelled “Yes!” That was something Bianca would do at her shows too, get off track with a story.

“This next song, man this next song, you know I made out with Courtney Act in the video right?”

The crowd roared and Roy rolled his eyes at the revelation. Yes he knew, he had thought that song was about him until he heard that she had asked Courtney to be in the music video.

“She’s said she was going to be here tonight, do y'all know where she is?” Adore asked, putting her hand over her eyes shielding the bright stage lights as she searched the crowd.

The people around Roy and Shane started going insane, screaming and pointing at them and making space for them to move closer to the stage.

“Did she know we were going to be here?” Roy exclaimed.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t think she was going to call us out like this.” Shane lied as he drug Roy through the crowd. The fans were shrieking in their ears excitedly as they made their way through the crowd, finally reaching the front of the stage.

“Oh there you are!” Adore exclaimed when the two men approached. “Oh Bianca is in the house too, give my willow a round of applause too.”

The crowd cheered and Roy locked eyes with Adore for a moment. She winked at him and then looked back up towards the crowd.

“Do you guys think I should have them come on stage?” Adore asked.

The crowd roared “Yes!” and Roy froze. What in the hell was she thinking? How were they going to come back and watch the rest of the show without the fans going ballistic? Before Roy could even object, Shane had already climbed on stage and was extending his hand to help Roy up.

The two men got up on stage and smiled towards the crowd. Adore hugged Shane first and then Roy, lingering a bit with him.

“So this song is actually about someone else. Can you guys guess?” Adore asked. Roy furrowed his brows in confusion and shrugged. He grabbed the microphone out of Adore’s hand and smiled.

“Adore, can you just get to the point please?” Roy smiled sassily through his teeth.

The crowd laughed and Adore rolled her eyes playfully.

“Excuse me, they didn’t answer my question Mister. I’m going to crash your show next time and see how you like it.” Adore put her hands on her hips and pretended to be upset.

“Bitch, you wont be able to keep up.” Roy muttered, apparently loud enough for the front row to hear.

“Who do you think this song is about?” Adore asked pointing the microphone to the crowd.

“Courtney!” they exclaimed, pointing at Shane and jumping up and down. Shane smiled big as Roy rolled his eyes.

“Attention whore.” Roy muttered as he elbowed Shane.

“Wrong.” Adore smiled. “It’s actually about this hateful clown.” Adore pointed to Roy and smirked.

Roys eyes widened as the crowd erupted in an ear deafening shriek. Shane smirked and the first notes on the piano for Jump The Gun started. Well that wasn’t something Roy was expecting, especially since he never got the invitation to be a part of the music video. He would forever be bitter about that one.

Shane ran backstage quickly to go and find a folding chair, just like him and Adore had talked about the other night.

“Where is he going?” Roy asked Adore confused.

Adore just smiled and shrugged.

“I find that very hard to believe.” Roy muttered.

“Why don’t you just wait and find out?” Adore said huskily.

“It’d be better if you just told me.”

“You’re such a top. Always like to be in control. Let someone else do it for a change.” Adore winked.

Roy finally realized that he had been set up. Since when did Shane become so damn sneaky? He would have to interrogate Willam later, usually Shane was too lazy to be involved in other peoples affairs. Willam was obviously rubbing off on him.

Shane finally returned, placing the chair on the middle of the stage, and ran down the stairs and off of the stage quickly, back to where they were standing before Adore had called them onstage. Roy didn’t seem to notice Shane had left, with Adore sulking at him from across the stage.

Walking in, walking sin Everything but a halo (halo, halo, halo)

Adore finally met Roy in the middle of the stage, cupping his chin up.

Leather dress, nothing less Than a villain to take home (take home, take home)

She shimmied out of her belt that was wrapped loosely around her torso and kicked it towards the side of the stage. She had on a sheer long sleeved top and a black onesie, paired with thigh high boots. She bent down, dragging her hands down Roy’s body stopping at his dick.

Love to stare, we prefer Getting boys into trouble (trouble, trouble)

She gave his dick a firm grab through his pants, and he grabbed her hair in response. He was so turned on he didn’t even care how many people were seeing this right now.

Let you see, such a tease Want to dance with the devil?

She moved back up his body, pressing her hands to his stomach, feeling every inch of him slowly as she finally reached his shoulders. He pulled her close to him with lust, and she smirked. Pushing him gently onto the chair, she looked back towards the audience and winked.

Jump the gun, we got the boom, boom, bang! Jump the gun, we got the boom, boom, bang! Jump the gun, we got the boom, boom, bang! The boom, boom, bang! Got the boom, boom, bang!

Adore straddled him and sang her heart out as she thrust on top of him. He grabbed her hips firmly as they bucked back and forth on him. He was really kicking himself for wearing such tight pants tonight, as soon as he got up he knew all of Los Angeles was going to see his boner.

Hit the lights, hypnotize Feel the heat, we’re on fire (fire, fire, fire) Don’t believe what you see Cause my truth is a liar (liar, liar) Evil minds, got it right Scratch you up if I want to (want to, want to)

Adore moved her lips close to his and he looked into her eyes. They were filled with passion, as she grabbed the back of his head and smashed her lips against his. The crowd screeched as they made out roughly on stage, Roy grabbing Adore firmly to keep her balanced on his lap. She pulled away and got up, finishing the verse.

Got my fix, this is it Now I don’t even want you (want you, want you) “That’s a lie.” Adore added, making the crowd laugh.

Adore finished the song, and Roy was left on stage with thousands of fans staring at him and now his face with lipstick all over it. The cheers were deafening, and Adore pulled him up and embraced him in a tight hug.

“Now I have to go back down there, and wait for you to finish your show? Seriously?” Roy hissed into Adores ear. He had a huge boner now, and had to sit through at least another 45 minutes of music.

“I think it’ll be worth the wait.” Adore murmured into his ear.

Reluctantly, he hopped off of the stage and decided to stay front and center which is apparently what Shane had decided to do as well.

“Oh my god that was so hot!” Shane exclaimed.

“Shut up.” Roy cracked a smile.

“Okay, now that I got that out of my system do you guys wanna hear a sad song?” Adore asked the audience.

“I was singing this song a few nights ago and I had like a revelation. I hope you enjoy it.” Adore winked and waited for her music to start.

It’s 4AM and I’m staring at the ceiling Every word I sing is losing all its meaning 4AM and I think I’m about to lose it My life is a mess but I’ll always choose it

Adore pushed a stray hair behind her ear and continued.

And I guess I don’t need my family No, no, no, no And I guess I don’t need my friends No, no, no, no And I guess I don’t need the love of my life No, no, no, no I clip my wings and look at the sky

Roy frowned at the sadness emitting from not only the song, but Adore as well. Hearing it live made it all the more haunting, but he just hoped she wasn’t really this sad.

I need a moment As tears run down my eyes My love has left me All that’s left to do is cry, cry, cry

He realized that Adore was singing this about the other night. The night that they had filmed the All Stars 2 finale, and had left Roy at around 4 am.

It’s 4AM and they think they really know me This smile on my face doesn’t always come easy 4AM and I think I’m about to lose it My life is a mess but I’ll always choose it

Adore swayed back and forth to the music, remembering the night she decided to break off his engagement with Phi Phi. She had kept it together so well, but couldn’t help the tears that were threatening to fall.

I need a moment As tears run down my eyes My love has left me All that’s left to do is cry, cry, cry

At this point, Adore was feeling the song a little too much and felt the tears start escaping finally. Roy frowned, he didn’t know what he could do to help her at this point. Adore had walked over to the edge of the stage after a pause in the song, and Roy instinctively reached his hand up for her to hold. She grabbed it and stared right into his eyes as she sang.

This is what everybody dreams of This is what everybody tries This is what everybody dreams of And it’s all mine Yeah it’s all mine

“You’re all mine.” Adore added, letting go of Roy’s hand swiftly.

I need a moment As tears run down my eyes My love has left me All that’s left to do is cry, cry, cry

The applause was loud but sweet as Adore took a sip of her unopened water bottle for the first time. Roy had never heard the song so raw before, and he would always cherish it now even if it did have a more negative meaning behind it.

Roy then heard the familiar chords of one of his all time favorite songs.

“Did you guys see that random rain we had the other night? Thunder and lightning? It was crazy. I’m gonna do a throwback so I hope that’s okay.”

I never meant to cause you any sorrow I never meant to cause you any pain

Adore found Roys eyes in the audience and started singing directly to him.

I only wanted one time to see you laughing I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain

Roy remembered just a few nights ago, the two of them getting high on his patio. He smiled at the memory of Adore proving him wrong about getting cross faded.

Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain

I only want to see you bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted to be your weekend lover

Adore met Roy’s eyes again.

I only wanted to be some kind of friend

Adore shifted her gaze to Shane and smiled before she turned to face Roy again.

Baby I could never steal you from another It’s such a shame our friendship had to end

Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain

I only want to see you underneath the purple rain

Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing It’s time we all reach out for something new That means you too

Adore pointed at Roy in the audience and smiled.

You say you want a leader But you can’t seem to make up your mind I think you better close it And let me guide you to the purple rain

Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain Purple rain

If you know what I’m singing about up here C'mon raise your hand

Adore motioned for Roy to come up, and he pulled himself up on the stage as she embraced him in a side hug. Roy knew this cover was dedicated to him. He was amazed at how special Adore had made an almost 40 year old song. He was even more amazed that she had introduced him to a more beautiful meaning to it.

Purple rain Purple rain

I only want to see you, only want to see you In the purple rain

Adore went on to end the song, swaying with Roy as he listened to the most beautiful cover of his favorite Prince song. Adore had something really special, bringing all of his favorite songs to life. It was then that he realized she had changed her setlist for him.

“We have one final song guys. I have Roy up here again because I want to sing him his song.” Adore made eye contact with him and smiled. “This is the song I was writing on All Stars 2. I think I sang you a few notes once.”

“Well that definitely tells me what the song is.” Roy said dryly. “Well you’ll find out in a second.” Adore sang.

“Party.” Roy mocked.

Adore laughed and skipped to the other side of the stage. She was in her element right now, and whatever she had planned for Roy was going to be one hell of a surprise.

Last call on the boulevard City of love and broken hearts Crazy, beautiful, bizarre Three words, everything you are

Adore skipped back over to him and pulled Roy to her chest.

If you wanna light my cigarette I might let you have a hit I’m not into playing hard to get We can have a night we won’t regret

“I hope thats a promise.” Roy said darkly.

Adore winked.

You are the perfect stranger (Never saw you coming, never saw you coming) I need some bad behavior (Want some dizzy lovin’, want some dizzy lovin’)

Roy couldn’t handle it anymore as he pulled Adore in for another passionate kiss. He dipped her low as he swirled his tongue inside her mouth. She grabbed his hair, pulling his head back and pecked him softly. The crowd was losing their minds tonight. Roy was sure this was going to be all over twitter and Instagram, if it wasn’t already. Once Adore had caught her breath she continued.

Out of the blue There was you Out of the blue Just us two La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la

After those last notes, that’s when Roy remembered Adore singing this song to him over the phone. He usually bypassed this one on her album for other songs, he’d definitely remember not to do that the next time he listened to it.

Come in, don’t turn off the lights You’re my toy, just for the night You can make me feel alive So wrong, but it feels so right

Adore started touching her body and shaking her ass for her fans as Roy leaned back in the chair. He might as well enjoy the show.

Pick a name, I won’t remember it It’s a shame, but you’ll get over it Gotta catch my flight at 10 to 6 Never say “bye” to just a fix

You are the perfect stranger (Never saw you coming, never saw you coming) I need some bad behavior (Want some dizzy lovin’, want some dizzy lovin’)

Out of the blue There was you Out of the blue Just us two La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la

All I see is blue All I want is you All I see is blue All I want is you

Adore started stepping slowly and sexily towards him as he sat there waiting for her. Was he going to get another lap dance?

All I see is blue Baby, all I want is you All I see is blue All I want is you

Adore spread her legs apart and sat firmly on Roy’s lap, grinding back and forth rubbing against his cock through his pants. He was convinced she was trying to kill him, as he felt his boner return. She was whipping her long dark hair around his face as she sang and ground her hips on him.

Out of blue (There was you, there was you) There was you (There was you, there was you) You, you

She pressed her finger to his lips as she sang 'You’.

Out of the blue There was you Out of the blue Just us two La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la

She unwrapped her legs from around his lap and got up, thanking the crowd for a wonderful night.

“I’ll see you next time Los Angeles, goodnight!” Adore called as she grabbed Roy’s hand and ran backstage.

“Do you have a dressing room here?” Roy asked as they walked briskly through the hall backstage.

“Yeah, right here why?” Adore asked as they walked through the entry way. It was small, and had a table on it with her boy clothes neatly folded on top of it.

“Good. So I can do this.” Roy said huskily, shutting the door behind them and locking it. He picked up Adore in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, throwing her against the nearest wall with a loud thump.

Adore let out a moan as Roy manhandled her.

“I can’t wait very much longer. I need you.” Roy groaned.

Adore snaked her hands underneath his shirt and pulled it off of him roughly. She pressed her nails to his chest, this time without any guilt as Roy removed her wig and shirt.

“Fuck, Danny you’re so sexy.”

Danny wrapped his legs around Roy as he carried him to table, throwing him gently on top of it.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re usually a top, right now you’re my bottom.” Roy growled.

Danny moaned as Roy practically ripped his underwear off of him, exposing his still taped genitals.

“Shit.” Roy grumbled as he gently started removing the tape. Danny sat up and shoved his hand in Roy’s pants. Roy gasped and then composed himself, trying his hardest to concentrate on the task at hand.

Danny stroked softly against Roy’s hardened bulge, trailing his nails up and down the shaft softly. Roy moaned and removed the last piece of tape, feeling grateful it was finally done and over with. Danny used his other hand to unbutton his dark jeans and slide down his underwear as he continued to pump at his dick.

Roy was practically trembling at this point, wanting so bad to be either sucked off or to plant his dick firmly in his ass.

“Danny please.” Roy moaned.

“Please what baby?” Danny asked innocently as he hopped off of the table and began to bend down. He was eye level with his dick now, but his green eyes had fixated on his dark brown.

“Suck me off.” Roy begged, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pressing his head to his cock. Danny gripped his thigh and moved his lips over the tip. He swirled his tongue around softly as he massaged his thigh. Roy moaned with relief as he finally had the contact he had been wanting all night.

Danny let his dick fill his mouth further, pumping quickly as his head bobbed rapidly. Roy threw his head back and moaned loudly, grabbing on to the back of Danny’s neck which pushed his dick further down the younger mans throat.

Danny deep throated him like a champ, sliding his dick in and out of his mouth slowly and grabbing Roy’s ass to push his cock as far down his throat as possible.

“I’m going to come.” Roy warned, legs shaking. Danny smiled in triumph as a stream of thick cum lined his throat. Swallowing like a champ, Danny released his cock from his throat and licked any excess off of it, fluttering his eyelashes up at Roy as he finished him off.

Danny was panting out of breath as he stood up. His makeup was a complete mess, and Roy was leaned up against the wall trying to catch his breath.

“As much as I want you to fuck me right now, I’d really rather have our first time be at one of our houses.” Danny finally said, staring at naked Roy.

“Agreed. I have a better bed.” Roy wiggled his eyebrows flirtatiously.

“Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.” Danny bit his lip staring at Roy’s tanned naked body.

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Roy unlocked the door to his apartment quickly as Danny kissed his neck. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, even in the Lyft ride home they were fondling each other like a couple of teenagers.

Danny kicked the front door closed behind him, and picked Roy up and threw him over his shoulder.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” Roy shrieked with laughter as Danny walked down the hallway to his room.

“You need to be manhandled.” Danny growled as he tossed him gently on the bed.

Roy looked up at him as Danny crawled on top of him. He wanted nothing more then to have sex with Danny. This wasn’t as urgent as in the dressing room though, this was different. He gently removed his shirt and pants and allowed Roy to do the same, kissing his neck as he pulled down his pants. Danny hiked his bare leg around Roy’s waist and pulled him closer. They snaked their legs together, feeling every part of each other as their lips never left the other.

Roy brushed his hand ever so slightly down Danny’s back, and felt it curve inwards as he hovered above his ass. He slapped it firmly, cupping it in his hand and Danny moaned softly in response.

Danny felt his cock hardening and bit his lip in between kisses. He had never wanted anyone more then how badly he wanted Roy.

“I want you.” Danny whimpered.

Roy raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“What do you want?” Roy asked, trailing his hands softly down Danny’s leg. Danny shuddered at the soft touch and felt his stomach fill with butterflies.

“I want to fuck you.”

Roy paused ever so slightly and nodded in understanding. He didn’t ever bottom, but for Danny he would make the exception if that’s what he wanted.

Danny pushed him gently onto his back as he got the lube off of the side table. He stroked the smooth liquid over his cock quickly and then gently grabbed the sides of Roy’s torso, pulling him towards his chest.

“Let me know if it’s too much.” Danny whispered gently as he slowly entered Roy.

Roy gasped as he felt the width of Danny enter him for the first time. Danny’s cock tingled as he spread his legs apart more. He started pumping slowly in and out, feeling incredibly turned on as Roy shuddered underneath him. Roy was surprised at how gentle he was being, but it was still pleasurable.

It was almost more pleasurable then a quick hard fuck, he realized as he started to moan louder. Danny was hitting just the right spot, as he gently tapped against his prostate. His hips bucked up in approval, but he wasn’t going to let himself come quite yet.

“You like that baby?” Danny asked in a low deep voice.

“Yes!” Roy exclaimed.

Danny smirked to himself as he thrust deeper. Roy gasped, but then groaned as he realized all of Danny was inside of him. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to have self control. He had never wanted any man more then he wanted Danny.

“Fuck!”

Danny pounded him as he slapped his ass. He fit perfectly inside of him, so perfect that it was almost scary. Danny was made for him, and the way they fit together just proved it. Roy was gripping onto the sheets and writhing around as Danny fucked him faster and harder.

“Oh my god.” Roy panted as Danny rocked him up and down on his cock. Danny gripped his back, arching it and kissed his neck softly.

This was getting to be too much for Danny, he realized as he started panting loudly. The two men were covered in sweat, Danny could feel his cock tingling, as if he was going to burst at any second. He couldn’t hang on much longer.

“Are you close?” Danny asked as Roy spread his legs further apart.

“Yes baby.”

Danny thrust his cock firmly inside of him and Roy moaned loudly.

“God, I love it when you call me baby.” Danny growled. He could feel himself about to lose control as Roy’s breathing got faster and faster.

“Fuck.” Danny groaned.

“I’m going to come again.” Roy panted. He had given up on the control thing, Danny was just too fucking good.

“Me too.” Danny moaned in relief.

Just then, Danny felt himself release inside of Roy and he climaxed, his legs legs trembling below him as Roy finally came as well. His sperm was caked all over his stomach and the two gasped in relief. They were a beautiful mess together, legs shaking as they gripped onto each other for dear life. He removed himself slowly and Danny collapsed on top of Roy, panting as they laid there drenched in each others sweat.

Danny was drenched in sweat, with dark hair sprawled all over his head in knots after their passionate love making. He had never had sex like that, usually it was a hit it and quit it situation. This time was so different, but he was happy it was with Roy.

“Wow.” Roy said breathless as he ran his hands through Danny’s hair. Throughout all of his sexual partners, no one had been able to pleasure him the way Danny just did. He looked into the younger mans green eyes, soft and loving and smiled.

“Being topped isn’t so bad now is it?” Danny grinned, cupping his face.

Roy blushed, letting his dimples show.

“Shut up. But really, you could do whatever you wanted to me and I would be happy.” Roy smiled shyly.

Danny felt his heart flutter at the kind words and rested his head on his chest.

“It’s always been you.” Danny intertwined his legs in between Roys and placed his hand on his chest.

“It’s always been you too, Danny.” Roy hugged him closer to him and sighed heavily.

“So let’s give this another chance. I really want us to work.” Danny pleaded softly, tracing infinity signs around his chest.

“We will.” Roy said simply.

Danny paused for a moment and felt his heart beating rapidly.

“Roy?”

“Yes queen?” Roy asked impatiently. He was tired and just wanted to sleep.

“Promise you wont break my heart?” Danny asked. Roy kissed the younger mans head and squeezed him.

“I promise.”

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