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Shut up. Make Me. Ruhn Danaan x Reader
What better way to announce I am writing for the Crescent City boys, than writing for my favourite one Ruhn Danaan. This man.... god damn. If anyone has requests for this man please send them through.
I have a lot of requests at the moment, but I promise I am getting through them!
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People we’re everywhere. As was the norm for any party the boys had. Luckily the street they lived on housed mostly CCU students so they we’re also having their own parties or came and joined Ruhn’s. As I walk up the pathway to the house familiar faces smile and wave as I pass. I do my best to return them all. I had never missed a party these boys threw since I met them back in my days at CCU.
None of them had attended CCU, but I had run into them at a dive bar after a late night class. They had claimed the pool table and were having a competition to decide the best pool player amongst them. I had laughed at their antics, which had drawn their attention to me. And that was it. Since that night where I had promptly kicked all their asses at pool, we had been attached at the hip. But I had drawn my line at living them, instead choosing to keep my own apartment in the city. As soon as I walk through the door, the smell of mirthroot, sweat and alcohol hits me like a truck. Clearly the party had started earlier than normal if the smell was that strong already. I weave my way through the crowded house, doing my best to avoid the sweaty bodies. I break through the crowd to see Flynn, Dec and Marc standing around the pool table, Flynn and Dec in the middle of a pool game. I walk over and join Marc who is sitting on a stool watching them.
”Whose winning this time?” I ask him as Flynn and Dec proceed to argue about a shot that Flynn had just made.
Marc laughs and shakes his head. “Honestly neither of them are. They’re tying at the moment, but they’ve been at this for a few hours.”
As I watch them bicker I know this has been a regular occurrence tonight. Was a normal occurrence anyway with these two. So competitive. I’m almost thankful Ruhn isn’t part of it cause the argument would be way louder. But regardless of that I can’t help but scan the room for him. Seeing as I can’t find him as easily as I normally can I know he must be elsewhere. Probably off trying to convince some girl to go upstairs with him. Though it never took much convincing when you’re the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae. Females practically threw themselves at him with the hopes of going to bed with him, and even more hopes of it turning into more. As much as Ruhn slept around, I knew the instant he found a female he wanted to pursue more he would be all in. But his father looming over his shoulder stopped him from doing so. The pressure of an arranged marriage from him also lead Ruhn to never pursue a female for more than just a casual hook up.
”He’s outside talking to Bryce.” Marc says as to me before taking a drink from his glass.
I roll my eyes at him. Damn him being so perceptive. “I’m not looking for him.”
He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. “You are, you always do. And the fact you knew who I meant instantly only confirms it.”
”She looking for our boy Ruhn again?” Dec teases.
I turn to see him and Flynn leaning on their pool ques looing at me with mischievous grins.
”I am not.” I say sternly, causing all three males to laugh at me.
”Honestly, you two just need to fuck and get it over with.” Flynn muses as he walks over to grab a drink from the table Marc and I are sitting in front of.
I smack his shoulder. “We do not. And we don’t see each other that way.”
Flynn just laughs before leaning towards me, the smell of mirthroot and alcohol thick on his breath. “And I’m not the next in line to take over from my father.” He muses in a teasing tone.
I push off the stool and push past Flynn who continues to laugh at me.
”Oh come on Y/N, we’re just teasing.” Dec calls out to me.
I turn and smile at them, “And I need a strong drink before I can deal with you lot.” I call back before flipping them off and disappearing into the crowd to find a drink.
The kitchen is full of various types of alcohol. Various punches line the benches, crates of beer and other pre mixed drinks scattered around, and a giant collection of spirits and mixers. Plenty of options to deal with the teasing and banter of that lot. I head for the spirits and mixers, knowing I can make as strong of a drink as I want.
As I head over, movement of very familiar red and black hair catching my attention through the window above the counter. Outside Ruhn and Byrce lean up against the railing of the deck, looking out over the yard filled with more party goers. I curse myself as my heart skips a beat at the sight of Ruhn and hope he isn’t paying attention or he’s had enough mirthroot and alcohol to not hear it through the wall. I turn my attention back to my drink, pouring in a few different spirits and flavourings before adding my mixer. As I raise my head to place the bottles back in a safer spot on the counter my eyes flicker up, and meet the intense stare of Ruhn who is now leaning on the railing looking at me as Bryce talks to him, completely oblivious to the fact that Ruhn’s attention isn’t focused on her in the slightest. A smirk forms on his lips as he raises his drink to me. I raise mine back before throwing him a smile and walking back through the house to the pool table where Flynn and Dec are once again arguing about their game of pool.
”Bloody hell, I can smell that from here.” Marc says as he crinkles his nose as I sit next to him
”I told you I needed a stronger drink to deal with those two and their stupid opinions.” I say as I raise my drink to my lips. The drink was very strong indeed. The liquid burning its way down my throat. Marc laughs as I lower my drink and grimace as I swallow it.
”Not opinions if its the truth sweetheart.” Dec teases with a smirk.
I roll my eyes at them again and shake my head. “It isn’t. So get that idea out of your little brains. It ain’t happening. He doesn’t see me that way.”
”Who doesn’t see you that way?” An all to familiar voice says from right behind me.
I go rigid in my seat, earning a snicker from Marc. I know instantly who is standing right behind me. So close I can feel the heat from their body. His smell envelops me instantly. A smell that instantly calms me, and has put me to sleep the few times I’ve slept here and he’s insisted I take his bed over the couch.
”Oh just some guy that’s been pinning over her for years, and she can’t see it.” Flynn drawls with a smirk of his own.
Bastards knew exactly what they we’re doing. And their smirks only widen as I glare at them. Thankful Ruhn was still behind me unable to see it. Ruhn whose scent changed ever so slightly. A slight increase in his heart rate. It was a smell I had never scented on him before. What was that?
”Anyone we know?” Ruhn asks as he steps up next to me and looks down at me.
Ruhn’s face is unreadable as he looks at me. Not one hint of what that change in his scent could have been. Must have just been something he had taken or drank. Something new. That had to be it. Right?
I shake my head as I avert my gaze from him down to my drink clutched in my hands. “Maybe in passing. But it isn’t important. I am not having my hypothetical non existent love life become the topic of discussion.”
Ruhn shrugs and seems happy with my answer before walking over to Flynn and Dec, who are getting closer to finishing their game. This would be the decider from what I could pick up from their conversation over the loud music. I feel another familiar presence and look over to see Bryce pulling up a stool, Hunt close behind her. Yelling from the pool table pools my attention from Bryce back to the boys, to see Flynn dancing around the table with his hands in the air. Clearly the victor of the game judging by Dec’s slightly annoyed face as he walks back over to us, wrapping an arm around Marc as he leans into him.
”You may all bow to your winner.” Flynn says as he places an arm around Ruhn and drags him over to the group.
”I’d rather jump in the Istros than bow to you.” Bryce says without missing a beat.
Flynn purses his lips and narrows his eyes at Bryce as we all burst into fits of laughter. After the shit he had given me tonight he deserved it. But the reality was, those of us who were Fae might actually have to bow to him one day when he took his fathers title. So ironically there was some truth to his comment. But something tells me Bryce would actually jump into the Istros just to prove a damn point. Probably with Tharion nearby to deter anything that might lurk below. Bryce and Flynn start their usual bickering, Hunt rolling his eyes while looking torn between annoyance and amusement, Dec shaking his head before turning his attention to Marc, and Ruhn removing himself from Flynn before walking over to me.
”Bloody hell, what the hell did you put in that. Can smell it from here.” Ruhn remarks, scrunching his nose similar to Marcs earlier.
”That’s what I said when she walked over with it.” Marc comments before turning back to Dec.
”And as I said before, I needed something strong to deal with those two idiots.” Motioning towards Flynn and Dec.
Ruhn simply shrugs his shoulders and nods, well aware of some of the antics our two closest friends go up to. It often made for some interesting nights out, and a lot of stories. God forbid the day any of us have kids. We would all have stories to tell them. Despite his agreeance though, Ruhn reaches out and takes the drink from my hands, pouring the contents into one of the house plants. I go to object but Ruhn simply grabs my hand and drags me back to the kitchen, leaving our friends behind.
”I was drinking that.” I say bluntly as he guides me over to a bench before moving around the kitchen and grabbing bottles.
”Yes you were, and I am not letting you drink that.” He tells me bluntly as he starts making something.
There was one thing I couldn’t deny. Ruhn made a damn good drink. He was often making drinks for those who wanted it. And he usually took it upon himself to be the one making mine. It was rare I would make my own. And clearly the way I had made this one didn’t make him happy. And soon he is holding a new drink out to me that smells far nicer and way less potent than the one I had made myself. This time as I drink it barely stings my throat.
”Better?” He asks as he leans up against the counter next to me, another drink clasped in his hands as he looks down at me.
I look up at him and nod enthusiastically, earning a chuckle from him. “Way better.”
”Good.” He says as he grabs my hand and pulls me from the kitchen.
Ruhn leads me effortlessly through the crowd that parts for him with ease. The benefits of being a Crown Prince and next in line. As he pulls me outside I don’t miss the smirks from our friends watching as he leads me outside. I lift the hand grasping my drink, doing my best to give Flynn who has decided to make do kissy faces in my direction a vulgar gesture which has the others laughing. Out the back is far quieter than inside and the yard out the front. It seems most people wanting to keep close to the alcohol and mirthroot that was on hand. Which I was grateful for. As much as I loved partying with these guys, it always gave me a slight headache with the constant noise. I know Ruhn was the same, we would often end up escaping upstairs to his room, go for a walk, or find our usual spot out the back where he was taking me now. Out the back, behind a large tree was a couch he and I had dragged here years ago. We had claimed it as our spot immediately, which was easy as the other two didn’t seem fussed on it. Meaning it was our spot to get away from them and have time just us. I couldn’t deny that out of the three boys I got along with Ruhn the most. We just clicked more, understood each other more. Which is what made falling for him oh so easy. Way to easy. But I had held back my feelings and buried them as best I could for the last fifty years. Ruhn was a Crown Prince, and I was… Well I was just me. Ruhn sits down on the couch, pulling me down next to him, pulling my legs over his lap as I lay across the couch in my usual spot. Ruhn’s hands running up and down my legs like he always did. A gesture that always had Goosebumps forming on my arms, and a chill running down my spine that I always had to try and hide.
”I didn’t think you were coming tonight. Not like you to turn up this late.” He states as he rests his head on the couch and looks towards me, his blue eyes piercing into mine.
God damn those beautiful eyes. “Yeah some stuff came up at work and I had to stay back late. You know I would never miss a party.”
He chuckles and smiles. “This is true. I would be very upset if you had broke your streak of never missing a party.”
I roll my eyes and reach up and shove his shoulder. “You would have lived. Some party girl would have come and distracted you.” I tease.
”Trust me, you coming to these parties is the highlight of them. Those girls don’t matter.” He muses.
”Don’t let them hear you say that. Might break their hearts.”
He shrugs. Ruhn who usually appears so cocky and smug about the girls who come at him when the boys bring it up. But here, just the two of us he doesn’t seem phased by the topic of the girls.
”Just an added bonus I guess. Something to keep my mind off the impending doom of my arranged marriage.” He drawls before taking a big chug of his drink.
”Could have a worse arranged marriage. Hypaxia seems nice, and she is gorgeous.” I wasn’t lying. I had only briefly met her, but she had been so lovely. Back then none of us had known who she was. And now she was betrothed to Ruhn.
He nods and smiles slightly. “This is true. Would still rather be getting married to someone I actually loved though.”
”Who would be your ideal girl then? Who do you see marrying if you had a choice in the matter?” I ask in an attempt to lighten the conversation.
Ruhn laughs and shakes his head before downing the rest of his drink and looking up at the sky. “Someone I can be myself around and who doesn’t care about my title or what I am. That can look past all of that and just see me for me. Who wants to have fun and enjoy life. Maybe someone willing to run away with me from all this. Someone that screams a massive fuck you to my father.” He holds his hand up and gives a vulgar gesture to the sky making us both laugh before Ruhn turns and looks at me. Really looks at me.
”Couldn’t agree more about someone sending a massive fuck you to your father. I’d love to see that.” I muse as I sip my drink.
”Would be rather satisfying wouldn’t it.” He says softly, the joking tone almost gone from his voice.
”It would be. Hell I would love to send a massive fuck you to your father myself if he didn’t scare the hell out of me.”
”What if you could?”
I furrow my eyes at Ruhn who shuffles towards me. “What do you mean what if I could?” My heart beating loudly in my chest.
Ruhn edging closer me, my butt resting against his leg as he cradles my legs against his chest as he looks at me. I vaguely register the increase in his heart rate before mine starts hammering in my chest.
“What if you could send a massive fuck you to my father? What if I had a way that you could?” Ruhn whispers.
Ruhn stares at me in a way I’ve never seen before. As if I am all he ever needs. All he wants. I vaguely register the slight change in his scent. Arousal and… was that… me? I panic and push off the couch and out of Ruhn’s grip, my drink falling to the ground spilling everywhere. I turn and look at Ruhn who has also stood and is standing a few feet away from me watching me intently. His purple eyes looking worried and scared. His nostril flaring as if scenting me, his eyes going wide.
”No, you’re the crown prince, you don’t belong with someone like me.” I say in a shaky voice.
I had squashed my feelings for Ruhn for years. Since the day I had met him. Ruhn was destined to go on and continue the royal bloodline. One day rule the Valbaran Fae. Not be with someone like me. No one would take him seriously if he was with someone like me.
Ruhn laughs and shakes his head at me. “Trust me, I am no prince. That life isn’t for me. I couldn’t care less if the royal blood line ended with me. Hell I’d welcome it.” He says as he walks over to me and places his hands on my hips. “Especially if it meant being with you.”
Instantly my body relaxes at his touch like it always did. My body so attuned to his comforting presence. My eyes fluttering shut as I relax despite my racing heart.
”Ruhn stop messing with me.” I say as I try to step out of his grip, but his hands tighten keeping me in place.
I open my eyes and am met with his intense stair, almost angry at my words.
”Trust me sweetheart, I’m not messing with you. I would never joke about something like this.” His voice low and stern, almost commanding.
”Then why is this coming up now? You talk like you’ve been in love with me for years.”
”Because I have. Ever since you laughed that day in that damn bar. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.” He replies without missing a beat, his hands tightening again on my hips.
I shake my head and finally push out of his grip and walk over to the tree and rest my head against it to try gather my thoughts. There was no way. No way Ruhn wanted me and had hid it for fifty years. Every week was nearly a different girl.
”Then why wait till now Ruhn? Why wait fifty years while I watch you take a different girl back to your room? Till now when you are betrothed to another?” I snap as I turn to face him again.
I watch as anger rises in his eyes. The same anger mirrored in mine.
”Because I didn’t think I was good enough for you.” He starts before slowing walking over to me. “There was no way someone like you would want me. I was damaged. Broken. And I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with the one girl who didn’t care about my title. You didn’t care. Didn’t even bat an eye at our names when we introduced ourselves to you. Hell you already knew who we were. Who I was and you didn’t care. It was the one time I had felt normal around a female. And every time I saw you after you proved time and time again you didn’t care about my title. You wanted to be around me for who I was. And gods I loved it. I was instantly putty in your hands. I would and will do anything you ask of me.”
Ruhn stops in front of me, backing me into the tree, caging me in with his arms. No escape.
I shake my head. Not willing to believe what Ruhn told me even though I knew it was all true. Every single word was true.
”No. This isn’t real.” I say, denying it again.
”It is real. You know it is real. I can hear your heart beating as loudly as mine. Hell I can even smell me on you and I know you can smell you on me. This is real.”
”Shut up!.” I yell as I shove him.
Ruhn just smirks and leans down, lips meer inches from mine.
”Make me.”
Before I can think I’ve closed the distance between Ruhn and I. Our lips meeting in a heated passionate kiss that’s all teeth and tongue as we fight for dominance. Ruhn pushing me roughly against the tree. Ruhn grips my thighs as he lifts me up and pulls my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck to hold me against him as he walks away from the tree. Not once breaking the kiss. But as I realise he isn’t heading for the couch I break away and kiss down his cheek and jaw, before moving to his neck. A deep groan rumbling through him and into me as I lightly bit down on his neck.
”Careful sweetheart or we won’t make it to my room.” He growls out.
In response I bite down on his neck, his hands tightening on my thighs, profanities escaping his lips as he pushes through the crowd and back into the house. Instantly I hear cheers and hollering from Flynn and Dec, followed by Bryce. Without missing a beat, Ruhn removes one of his hands from my thigh to give them a vulgar gesture that has them laughing. Ruhn rushes up the stairs with speed I didn’t think was possible. The smell of his room hitting me instantly before Ruhn drops me on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing blown out eyes and the proud smirk of a male about to claim what is his.
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The Best Night Ever
Tristan Flynn x Reader
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Fandom: Crescent City
Summary: After Ruhn and Dec discovered Flynn was hiding a secret human girlfriend, the obvious next step was introducing her to the rest of the friend group as soon as possible
Word Count: 2,479
Category: Fluff, Humor
A/N: Requested by anon! Functionally a sequel to Presentation Problems and Nosy Best Friends, but it can also be read independently! Also this is just vaguely set in Crescent City, it doesn't fit very well at any specific point in the timeline lol
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"How's this?"
I stepped out of the bathroom, turning in a little circle so my boyfriend, Tristan Flynn, could give me feedback on the outfit I'd chosen. After a bit of leadup and delay thanks to my grad school course load, I was finally meeting his extended friend group tonight. To say I was nervous might've been an understatement.
Tristan's eyes raked up and down my body, a hungry light to them that I knew well.
"You look amazing."
I huffed and put my hands on my hips, fixing him with a look, but he wasn't fazed.
"Of course you think that. You're biased as Hel."
He shrugged. "I can't help it if I have good taste."
I snorted and rolled my eyes, but I'd been dating Flynn long enough to know he probably hadn't missed my heart speeding up a bit in my chest. I did my best to ignore it as I headed back into the bathroom to finish my makeup.
"You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart," called Flynn, his voice getting closer as he came to stand behind me at the bathroom counter. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head on my shoulder. "They're gonna love you."
"...I hope you're right."
He kissed my cheek, pulling me even tighter against his chest. Some of the tension relaxed out of my shoulders.
"Don't worry. I am."
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Just about an hour later, I walked hand-in-hand with Flynn up to a fairly normal looking house near the Old Square. Definitely not a place I expected a fae prince to live, but then again, Tristan and his friends didn't seem anything like what I expected from fae nobility.
"So this is home sweet home, huh?" I asked as we walked up the drive together. Flynn grinned.
"Yup. Bryce likes to call it the frat house."
I laughed, but realized what she meant the minute we stepped through the door. From the vaguely sticky floor to the gaming setup and the pong table painted with a giant fae dude eating an angel whole this place would've fit right in with frat row on CCU's campus.
I snorted. "Holy shit, 'frat house' is right."
Flynn grinned at me, having the dignity to look at least a little embarrassed. Before he could defend himself, however, we were joined by a group who I assumed were Tristan's friends, all coming from the kitchen with bright smiles on their faces and warm greetings on their lips. I squeezed my boyfriend's hand a little tighter and pasted a smile on my own face, but when a female with beautiful red hair, who I assumed must be Bryce, immediately wrapped me in a tight hug, the smile got a little more real.
"I'm Bryce," she said, confirming my suspicions with a smile when she pulled back. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I thought Flynn was making you up."
I laughed despite my boyfriend's indignant "Hey!".
"It's really nice to meet you too."
She gave me another smile, another level of tension easing as she did, before turning to the tall angel behind her.
"This is Hunt, my mate." The guy in question gave me a nod and a small smile of his own, which I returned. Bryce gestured to the two fae males to her side, who I recognized. They'd trailed Tristan to my apartment, curious about where their friend kept disappearing to, and were a big part of the reason we were having this dinner in the first place. "I guess you already know these two."
"Sup," said the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae with a chin nod in my direction. I had to work not to laugh, especially as Bryce elbowed him in the ribs and he shot her a glare. Still, he cleared his throat and turned back to me. "Uh, sorry for... how we first met. It was probably a lot, but honestly, we were just shocked Flynn had a steady girlfriend."
"Hey!"
Tristan's shout went ignored again as I laughed and the other fae male—Marc—nodded emphatically to back up his friend's story. I just grinned.
"It's okay. Tris basically told me the same thing, that your reaction was down to shock that he had a relationship and not, you know. That I'm human."
"No way," Ruhn assured me.
"Maybe shock that he actually got you to agree to go out with him," agreed Dec. I laughed as Tristan cleared his throat and draped his arm across my shoulders.
"Alright, I think that's enough of that shit," he said. "Where's the Pup?"
"Running late, but on his way," answered Dec. I raised an eyebrow as he turned to me. "You want a drink or anything while we wait?"
"Sure, I'll just take a beer or something. Thank you."
"No problem."
The rest of us settled into the living room as Dec went to get himself, me, and Tristan a drink. I ended up perched in Tris' lap, largely because I didn't really want to sit on the frat furniture in this place. Bryce clocked what I was doing, and her nod and wink told me she totally got it.
"So who's 'Pup'?" I asked, twisting around a little to look at Tristan but addressing the question to the group.
"He's one of the other members of our motley crew," answered Bryce. "He actually went to CCU for a while."
"Oh, really? What did he study?"
"History."
"Hm. I wonder if we overlapped? Maybe I've seen him around."
As if on cue, I heard the front door open. I turned with the rest of our group to see none other than CCU's most recent star sunball player coming through the door, a six pack in his hand.
"Sorry I'm late," he said. He came to a stop in front of our group and fixed me with a smile when he noticed me. "Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Ithan."
"Hey," I said, returning the smile right as Dec returned, handing me my drink. "It's nice to meet you too."
Then, I turned to Flynn, not bothering to hide the outrage on my face.
"How could you not tell me you're friends with Ithan Holstrom, CCU's best player in the past decade."
Flynn groaned and threw his head back, smacking his hand against his face. I could hear the rest of his friends laughing at his pain, but I ignored them.
"Are you fucking with me right now?" asked my boyfriend as he finally picked his head up and looked at me again. "You're not actually a fan of his, are you?"
"Of course I am! My friend goes to the school he almost single-handedly stomped into the ground in the championship a couple years ago, and I still use that game to win arguments with her. Like, at least once a month." I turned to look over my shoulder at Ithan, who looked half amused and half embarrassed at the attention. Everyone else looked absolutely delighted by the interaction they were witnessing. "Thanks for that, by the way."
Ithan gave me a nod and a thumbs up, and Flynn practically growled.
"I knew this was a bad idea," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tighter to him, until my back was pressed against his chest. He buried his face in my hair as he grumbled, "Just please tell me you don't have his jersey."
"Well..."
"Fucking Urd."
"I'm kidding!" I laughed. "I don't have his jersey. Sorry Holstrom, but I always liked the goalies best."
Ithan grinned. "No hard feelings. I could probably set up a meet and greet for you with the goalie from that championship game, if you wanted it."
"You're all terrible people and friends," groaned Flynn, scowling at us all. We just laughed, but I rested a comforting hand on his thigh all the same.
The rest of the night passed quickly, and way more easily than I'd thought it might. Tristan's friends were funny and absolutely wonderful, and they made me feel welcome every second of the night. I don't think any of them even realized how much it meant to me when, after dinner, we had a few impromptu games of pong and none of them were anything but excited about how good I was, without a glancing comment or hint of mention about "for a human". Instead, I'd gotten impressed whistled from Bryce and Hunt, cheers from Ithan, and ridiculous, overcomplicated handshakes from Ruhn and Dec. Tristan beamed at every interaction, smiling and supporting me every second of the night, and I got a warm glow in my chest every time I looked at him.
I never would've imagined falling in love with a Vanir, but I'd realized about a month ago that that's what was happening with Flynn. To also be falling in love with his friends, his community, and the energy of being around them despite the fact that the group was full of mostly male, powerful Vanir? I'd basically won the lottery.
Apparently I'd still missed meeting one member of the core friend group tonight, a mer named Tharion who worked in intelligence for the Ocean Queen, but everyone assured me I'd love him, too, even though he could be ridiculous sometimes.
"I mean, if you can put up with Flynn, I think you'll be able to put up with Tharion just fine," said Dec. Tristan scoffed.
"Thanks, buddy."
When the night finally ended, way later than I had ever been expecting it to, it was with hugs and plans being made to get together again as soon as possible, especially so I could meet Tharion. Tristan was leaving with me, both to walk me home safely and because he'd been spending more and more time at my place lately. Hunt and Bryce left with us, taking off into the skies as Tris' frat brothers waved us all off from the doorway.
I smiled as I waved back at them, Flynn and I heading down the street hand in hand. A peaceful, happy feeling had settled in my chest as the night came to a close and Tristan and I stepped into the cool night air, and it wrapped me up like a blanket as we walked together in comfortable silence.
"So... what did you think?" asked Tris after a few blocks. I smiled.
"I think I love your friends. I wasn't expecting them to be so... cool. But they were, and I'm really happy I got to know them. Thank you for sharing them with me."
"Seriously? Thank you for putting up with them."
I huffed a laugh as we finally made it to my building, pausing to search for my keys. I found them after a moment, but Flynn stopped me before I could open the door with a gentle hand on mine. When I met his eyes, I found his face in the rare expression of open vulnerability that I loved so much.
"I mean it, you know. I- thank you for coming tonight. I know how nervous you were about it."
I gave him a little half-smile. "Of course, Tris. Anything for you. I... I love you."
My heart leapt into my throat, threatening to choke me out as I registered the soft surprise on Tristan's face. I'd figured out what the feeling in my chest meant whenever I looked at him a while ago, but I hadn't actually said it yet. If he didn't feel the same way, or if this somehow scared him off-
Tristan closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, moving faster than I could really register. He wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close, his breath ticking my ear as he spoke.
"I love you too," he said, voice breathy and soft, like he couldn't quite believe this moment was real. I knew how he felt. "So much. I don't... I don't think I've ever felt this way about someone before."
I giggled—actually giggled—the bright, happy sound bubbling out of me involuntarily. I wrapped my arms around Tristan's neck, leaning back just enough so I could look him in the eye. The soft intensity in his look almost destroyed me on the spot, and I beamed at him before leaning back in to kiss him, hard.
We stayed like that for a long, long time, locked together, lost in each other, making out on he front step of my apartment building. Tristan's hands roamed my body and I tangled mine in his hair, the door key still clutched in one hand, neither of us caring who might see us. We were both breathless and grinning like fools when a car horn at the other end of the block finally snapped us out of it.
"This... might've been the best night ever," I said, grinning at my wonderful boyfriend, who grinned right back.
"Damn right it is."
I let out a breathy laugh, finally returning my attention to the apartment keys and the door in front of me. Tristan's hands found my hips as he hovered over my shoulder, and I knew the best night ever wasn't quite over for either of us.
"You know, I just realized something," mused Tris as I wrestled with the door.
"What's that?"
"You told me you loved my friends before you said you loved me."
I huffed a laugh and fought an eyeroll as I finally got the stubborn lock to work, throwing the door open for both of us.
"Trust me," I said, fixing him with a look as we stepped inside. "I love you in a very different way."
"Really?" he asked, that spark of mischief I loved so much creeping into his eyes and his voice.
"Yes, really."
"I don't know, sweetheart. I think I'm feeling a little insecure about it."
His voice and posture told me he felt anything but insecure, but I just put a hand on my hip, playing along with the male I loved.
"Oh yeah? Anything I can do to make you feel better about it?"
He let that cocky grin that I knew so well slowly spread across his face, fixing me with a look that definitely meant trouble.
"I can think of a few things."
With that, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, just laughing at the noise of surprise I made. I regularly forgot about his super fae strength, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my heart race.
Tristan took the stairs two at a time, and I couldn't help joining him with a laugh of my own. I was ridiculously, deliriously happy with him, and had been basically since the first day I'd met him. I don't know if it was fate or Urd or some other cosmic force that threw us together, or even just plain, stupid luck. Whatever the case, I would never take it for granted for a single second. I planned to enjoy every moment with this wonderful idiot love of my life, and even better, I knew he felt exactly the same.
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Hunt x Nesta - Chapter 4
Nesta’s brain developed its own pulse. With every intake of breath, her head throbbed. Eventually, she forced open her heavy eyes and the whole room span on its axis. She didn’t recognise her surroundings. It wasn’t Prythian but it definitely wasn’t the hotel room she’d spent the last couple of nights in either. It was easily as bare though, perhaps even worse. The plain cream walls held nothing. No photos, no art, no television. There was no microwave or kettle stuffed onto the desk. There wasn’t even a desk. Just a bed, a small wardrobe and a chair that was occupied by a sleeping angel. Hunt had pulled it near the bed so that his legs could lounge across the bottom. He slumped in it, spreading his wings over the arms. He looked naked but then Nesta spotted the dark colour of his underwear. She’d forgive him for it, owing to the soaring temperature that the waning summer brought. Even the cracked open window did little to cool the room.
Nesta had no memory of coming home from the White Raven but there was the odd flash of Hunt crossing the dance floor if she strained her memory. She dreaded to think what she’d done in her drunken state. He was likely pissed off with her for drinking.
Nesta pulled herself into a sitting position to ready herself for his ire when he woke. The motion did wake him. Hunt merely yawned loudly and slumped deeper into the chair. ‘How’s your head, sleeping beauty?’
‘It has its own pulse.’
Hunt gave her a sleepy grin and Nesta waited for the comments that she deserved it or was pathetic for letting herself get into that state.
He pulled on loose fitting bottoms from the wardrobe then strode from the room. When Hunt returned, it was with a glass of water and two white tablets. ‘This will help, but we can also go to a medwitch. I want you hangover-free for the sunball game.’
‘Too many words,’ Nesta groaned, pulling a pillow over her head.
Hunt tugged it away then held out the pills. ‘Just painkillers.’
She forced them down then tried to get out of bed, realised she was in her underwear, and crawled back beneath the sheet.
‘Did you undress me?’
Hunt threw up his hands to protest his innocence. ‘No. You did that yourself.’
Wearing his clothes again, Nesta stuck close to Hunt as he walked her to the elevator to seek out the medwitch. He’d pulled a grey hoody over her head, tied her hair into a loose ponytail then slipped a cap over it. She felt like death incarnate. Her drinking in Velaris had never made her feel this awful.
After the medwitch had seen to her - and given a laugh at her alcohol induced state - Hunt tucked her back into his bed while he made a dash to her hotel room for her. He was an angel by name and nature.
Once Nesta had showered and felt somewhat alive – the medwitch’s magic sifting through her hangover - Hunt returned, brandishing pastries, orange juice, and fresh clothes along with a toothbrush.
‘This is your room?’ she asked him.
He gave a sweep of the room then nodded, slightly abashed. There was nothing here. No memories of a life lived. Nothing to call his own. It was the life of a slave.
‘Thank you for bringing me here. For keeping me out of harm last night.’
To not waste any more of his time, Nesta dressed in a hurry and drew her hair back into a ponytail again. Hunt slipped the cap back onto her head.
‘You should keep that on,’ he said, jerking his chin in its direction. He cleared his throat in a hurry. ‘Not because you look hungover. You look beautiful in it, actually. But for the sunball game. We’ll be cheering on CCU.’
‘Hunt, I don’t know how much I can blame on alcohol, but I have no idea what sunball or CCU is.’
***
That steady, unflinching female that he’d met had shifted into a bag of nerves. The medwitch’s magic was efficient enough to have already undone the White Raven’s damage, so it couldn’t be her hangover. Nesta perched on the edge of the bed picking at her croissant like a bird in between gnawing at her fingernails. Although Hunt didn’t know her well enough, this wasn’t her usual behaviour. Even in the interrogation room, Nesta had been calm on the surface.
‘You alright?’
She tore off a piece from his pastry. ‘I’m so sorry for last night. If I did anything – said anything - embarrassing. I shouldn’t have drunk. I know I shouldn’t. We just had a good time then-’
‘Nesta,’ he interrupted. ‘It’s fine. You were fine. Everybody has a little bit too much sometimes. I’m just glad that you had fun with the fae.’
A hiss of air escaped her. ‘I didn’t do anything embarrassing?’
‘No.’
Was that what she worried about? Did Nesta think he’d lock her up like her family did?
‘You called me Orion,’ he admitted.
‘Sorry.’
‘I liked it.’ He nudged her with his foot. ‘Eat up. There’s chocolate in the middle.’
There was more vigour to her movements, but still Nesta was holding back. She glanced to him, silver eyes scanning his face. ‘Hunt, when I was at the library yesterday, I researched your name.’
‘I know. You told me. It’s alright.’
‘You aren’t mad with me?’
He shrugged one shoulder. He wished she still didn’t know. Hoped it wouldn’t change what she thought of him. Most saw him for his powers and nothing more. Many couldn’t look past the figurative chains.
‘You were curious. It’s a brand new world for you. It’s fine, Nesta.’
To emphasise his point, Hunt tore into his croissant which sprayed crumbs across the floorboards. He gave an encouraging nod then Nesta finally started eating properly
‘Can I ask you a question?’
‘Go for it,’ he said then swigged at the juice.
Nesta tilted her head, reminding him of a predatory animal. ‘How long will you be a slave for? Is it all of your life?’
‘Yeah. No. Sort of,’ said Hunt. It was a vague answer, he knew, but he wasn’t about to get into the debts he owed to Micah – and the things he did to wipe that tally. ‘Slaves can be freed.’
There was a cold, dead look in Nesta’s eyes. ‘But you won’t be?’
Hunt didn’t answer, just cleaned up the crumbs from breakfast and tossed the paper bag in the bin.
‘You’re too valuable, aren’t you? They won’t let you have your freedom because then they can’t control you.’
Hunt held out his hand for Nesta. ‘We’ll take a bus and I’ll let you press the bell. I’ll explain sunball on the way.’
***
Sunball was loud.
Rows and rows of seats were filled with chanting crowds. The bulk were from CCU – an establishment where young people went to study. Hunt had explained universities on the bus ride and Nesta had bombarded him with questions on entry requirements, what could be studied, and who could attend. He promised to find out if there was an open day so she could look around. The bus ride had felt loud enough with many rowdy students packing on and somebody beat her to pressing the bell for the vehicle to stop. When they reached the stadium, the noise was nearly overwhelming. Many had brought instruments so drums and trumpets rang out in the air amongst the chants.
Sunball, she had figured out, was a game.
Hunt, bless his heart, did his best to shout in her ear and explain the rules, but the noise was proving too much. Instead, Nesta clapped when the crowd around them leapt to their feet and roared their delight.
The players took it in turns to hit a ball and run around a circle. She couldn’t understand the sycophantic excitement, but nobody was harmed as a result. Most people were having a good time. Colourful paint was smeared on faces, gigantic fingers were stuck on their hands, and most wore the colours of the university. Even Hunt looked totally at ease with a cold drink – a beer, he called it – in his hand while his other arm was slung around the back of her chair. He wore the same cap as her but a newer one where the colours were less faded – and he wore it back to front. On his cell phone, he took a picture of them with their heads tilted together then Nesta made him take more, ones with the arms wrapped around the others neck or fighting for the most room on the screen.
‘Well, I have no idea who won and my throat hurts, but I had fun,’ she said as they followed the masses down the steps towards the exit.
‘I don’t know how you’ve drank so much soda without your teeth falling out.’ Hunt slipped his hand down her back as they walked. ‘Want to beat the crowds?’
Nesta tucked an arm around his neck then Hunt was lifting them both into the air.
It was strange really how easy it was to be in his company. The closeness as they flew didn’t have Nesta sliding her defences into place to protect herself. In an odd, new world, Hunt had been an open book who was more welcoming, more selfless than the fae who’d welcomed her to Prythian. As they flew, Nesta found herself examining Hunt’s face. It was attractive in a rugged way. He’d let stubble grow through – looking better for that – and he found smiling easy despite the life he had. Nesta struggled to find peace with the fact that he hadn’t been angry with her for last night. Hadn’t called her pathetic or berated her for getting into that state. No, this angel had ensured she was put to bed safely, helped her in the morning, then swept it all away like it didn’t matter. Because it didn’t matter. Nesta hadn’t hurt anybody. She’d had a brilliant time dancing and laughing. She had just been Nesta. Not a cauldron-cursed bitch, not somebody with a target on her back by a vengeful mortal queen, not the Night Court’s weapon. Just Nesta.
Hunt set them down in a quiet alley. ‘You’ve got a funny look on your face. I’ve not made you queasy, have I?’
He touched her forehead, checking her temperature.
‘No,’ she replied, smiling softly up at him. ‘I’m very lucky that I fell in front of you and not another angel.’
There was an emotion on Hunt’s face that she couldn’t read then he shook it away and slung his arm around her shoulders. When Cassian did those sort of motions to her, Nesta felt like his possession – as if he was brandishing her to the world as something that belonged to him. It was entirely different here. The people were more tactile, friendlier, embracing each other or declaring their love easily; Sathia had said she’d loved Nesta many times while they were out. Hunt’s arm around her was a comfort as they walked together.
‘What do you say to me showing you the true highlight of Crescent City?’
Her mind conjured a grand building or an epic scene carved by nature. She nodded, letting Hunt lead the way.
They hardly went far – just crossed over the road then took a left down another.
‘Behold,’ he said in a voice barely more than an awe-struck whisper. ‘Ten pin bowling.’
Their shoes were exchanged for bulky things that were sprayed by a metal canister. Everything glowed neon. The floor was sticky. Children of all species raced around, not caring if they cut across their path. Music blasted from speakers.
‘And what is this?’
Hunt blew out a breath. ‘A place where I’m going to kick your ass.’
On a device, Hunt typed their names then they came up on the screen: Orion and Stargirl.
‘You have ten pins. You take a ball and half-roll-half-throw it down the aisle, alright? The aim is to knock them all down. We each have two tries then swap over.’
‘Well, that’s easy,’ she said.
Hunt held up a finger, shaking his head. ‘You can’t go beyond that line. And it can fall in the gutter.’
‘It’s a sport.’
Hunt selected a ball first – a bright green one – and stepped towards the line. ‘Winner gets… a favour.’
Nesta blinked at him with her hands perched on her hips. ‘Do I look like somebody who plays sports?’
‘Nice sunball hat,’ he grinned. ‘You had me fooled.’
The angel moved towards the line, increasing in speed as his arm swung the ball backwards. He released it as it surged forwards. An ear-splitting crash sounded, sending pins flying. One remained standing.
She caught a glimpse of irritation on his usually calm face.
‘That wounded you, didn’t it? That they didn’t all fall?’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ he said, making a snoring sound. ‘I’m going easy on you for your first game.’
Hunt took his second turn and the ball missed its mark.
She couldn’t help but grin in delight as his wings slumped. Carefully, she selected her own ball and measured the weight in her hands. ‘You mustn’t want to win that favour too badly, Orion.’
‘Do you need the bumpers up, princess?’
On her way past him, Nesta knocked him with her hip. Hunt had turned his cap around so the brim pointed backwards.
‘I am winning this favour, Orion Athalar.’
***
It was just pretend.
Hunt could put his miserable existence on hold for a week to indulge in the fantasy that was Nesta Archeron. She was a gift from the stars; one who had a home to return to. But it was all a fantasy. Once her Harp was back in her hands, Nesta would return to Prythian and Hunt would continue chipping away at his debt to Micah.
Still, for these few days, he could pretend.
He put his arm around Nesta’s shoulders again as they walked – and this time her fingers wove within his. Hunt rested his head against hers. ‘Oh, what favour am I going to claim?’
‘You cheated.’
‘Nesta, you not winning doesn’t mean I cheated.’
‘It was my first game,’ she protested.
‘Oh the excuses are coming out now, starlight.’
They’d eaten crap for days, but Nesta had developed an obsession for anything fried or sugary and he was helpless but to indulge her. She did make him laugh when she pulled out a credit card and claimed it was a gift from Lord Tristan Flynn. His family was so wealthy that they likely wouldn’t notice the amount of money that Nesta spent on waffles loaded with ice cream and chocolate chips.
It was easy to be with Nesta.
When they had finished eating on her bed with another romance film on, both of them gravitated towards the plumped-up pillows. Her hand rested on her stomach that was filled with sugar again. Hunt wasn’t quite sure how she coped in Prythian without it.
‘Why are these people dressed like I dress?’
Hunt couldn’t help but let his fingers stroke her loose strands of hair as he said, ‘It’s called a period film. Back when females wouldn’t show their ankles and had to be courted for a kiss.’
‘That’s how I live now, Hunt.’
‘No waffles, no bowling, no ankles. What’s the point?’
She gave him a light-hearted swipe with a pillow then positioned it on his chest where she got comfortable. Hunt played it as cool as he could – even if his heart was racing at a mile a minute. There had been brief dalliances with a few females since he’d been purchased by Micah but nothing more than a quick release for him or bragging rights for the female who’d bedded him. Hunt hadn’t done this before. Hadn’t had a friend and cuddled up beside her. Hadn’t simply spent time in each other’s company, completely comfortable. Not since… Fuck, he’d never done anything like this with Shahar. From what Nesta had told him, this wasn’t the sort of thing she did either.
They were both in a pretend world.
And Hunt never wanted to leave it.
Nesta’s head snapped up to look at him. Her silvery eyes softened then she raised up on an elbow towards him.
His fingers skated along her jaw as he pressed his lips against Nesta’s. The taste of sugar was on her tongue.
Her hand splayed out on his chest, holding her balance as they kissed.
Luna, he wanted to kiss her for an eternity.
But she had a mate, most likely. A life to return to with a sister who ruled a court. Hell, she was practically fae royalty. And he was the Umbra Mortis – a slave with a ledger filled with red.
***
Hunt pulled away abruptly then slipped out from beneath her where Nesta had pinned him. His grey wings were pressed into the wall.
‘I shouldn’t have kissed you.’
Hunt swept his hand through his sable hair then paced as far as the cramped room would allow.
The rejection stung Nesta. Her tongue stuck to her dry throat as she tried to swallow.
‘You’ve landed here with nobody. And I’m supposed to help you, not stick my tongue down your throat,’ he said, voice teetering on disbelief. ‘I’m sorry.’
She felt her brows creasing together. ‘Why are you sorry?’
‘I am slave – that is all I am. You saw my room. I have nothing. I can give you nothing. You’re here for a few days. I shouldn’t be so attached.’ Hunt dropped his voice to a whisper. ‘You’re all I can think about.’
Nesta went to him as if summoned by his voice. She couldn’t take the anguish on his face. Her fingers slid down his arm to rest on his wrist where the slave brand was.
‘This is not all you are, Orion.’ Her thumb stroked against the ink, wishing she could remove it and give him a life he deserved. ‘We are the same. I have nothing. I am trapped in a home that I cannot leave unless I can be used. There is nothing I call my own. My choices were taken. I don’t care, Hunt. I don’t care about this,’ she said, touching the brand again. ‘I don’t care.’
The apple of his throat bobbed.
‘You have a male waiting for you,’ he reminded her.
A male who trapped her then ground her down until she relented. One she couldn’t escape from. One who’d followed her since they’d met. One who never understood when Nesta needed space.
‘I don’t care,’ she whispered.
Her hands slid to his cheeks, drawing him to her.
‘Kiss me again.’
There was more certainty to his kiss. Lips crushed to hers then Hunt’s hands were on her body, lifting her in the air, lifting her to him. Nesta wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him support her with one hand while another hand released her hair from its tie.
From the bed, Hunt’s cell phone lit up and blared an irritating jingle as somebody called.
Micah.
His eyes slid to the cell then he came over pale.
Gently, he set Nesta on the floor then took the phone with him to the bathroom. She waited, heart beating loudly, for him to return. When Hunt exited, his skin was ashen. Any amusement or desire had been extinguished.
In a cold, flat voice, he said, ‘I have to go.’
‘Hunt?’
‘Please,’ he choked out. ‘Just let me go. I have to go.’
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I am already intrigued by Hartley/Barry/Cisco with the same shitty ex (Eobard) mention
So I'll have to take my time to workshop this some, but the event isn't until July 14th so I've got plenty of time to shine this idea up. But.
AU-land here, where Professor Thawne works at CCU. Or did. He's being fired after a grad student - Barry - came forward to admit that he'd been taken advantage of by the Professor and now lots of current and former students are coming out of woodwork because Thawne threatened their grades if they didn't sleep with them or etcetera.
There'd be some establishing flashbacks as they all had very different experiences with Eobard. He wooed Hartley then stole his research and ruined Hartley's relationship with his parents by outing him to them. While he was in the screwing Hartley over stage of things, he took up with Cisco who was able to get out of the relationship before things went sour and was only really aware in retrospect that it was a very toxic and power imbalanced relationship for him and that Eobard probably pitted him against Hartley deliberately so as to prevent them from realizing how he was using them. Barry was not directly one of Eobard's students but quickly realized he was being used for a.) his research and b.) as revenge on his parents for his mom snubbing Eobard when they were much younger... well...
So they all meet on campus, Barry's worried that this could affect the PhD he's about to finish up, Hartley and Cisco are reluctantly apologizing to each other and admitting they've got more in common with each other than they realized... and both vowing to make sure that Barry gets his degree since he was the first one out of so many who was brave enough to speak out about what was going on. And the three of them wind up at the campus coffee house just talking until a ridiculous hour of the morning when one of them jokes about this being what a nice first date really ought to be like. And...
They're like... why not? Why not have this be their first date? Why not go on more dates, to see if they work as a trio.
Fast forward to Eobard catching sight of them a year later and realizing they're on a date. His three most hated exes. And they're just kind of like 'ah, thanks, if you hadn't been a shitty, toxic influence on our lives then we never would have found such a healthy relationship with each other afterwards.'
Eobard - *life ruined, steaming with rage, blaming these three in particular for rallying the rest and Barry especially for being the first domino*
Hartley/Barry/Cisco - *too busy being happy together to give Eobard the time of day*
Admittedly, there's room for a canon AU in there too as an alternative take on the prompt. But I feel like a non-canon AU gives more breathing space for having Eobard date and break up with all three of them separately before they all meet up with the intention of destroying his reputation beyond repair.
I'm eying several other prompts on there going oh this one's a good Westhallen prompt (Love triangle? No!) or thinking how I've never written Len/Mick/Sara before but the criminal 4 criminal 4 criminal one could be fun for them, there are several I'm kinda going 'hmmmm, Barrisco???'... and I haven't done Oliver/Felicity/Dig since Telephone, but the friend group goes through trauma prompt does seem very them...
So I'll see what I write between now and July and maybe I'll hit a few of these. :D
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There’s not enough Ruhnlidia content out there IMO, so I wrote this married Ruhnlidia pregnancy snippet. This takes place several years after the end of HOFAS. I am too lazy to save this for @ruhndanaanweek2024 so here it is!
Lidia vacuumed the floor, observing as her husband worked overtime, preparing everything in the kitchen for Ace and Brann to come home from college.
It was their first time visiting from CCU, and Lidia couldn’t wait to see them again. Although this was a shorter and voluntary separation due to their need to study, Lidia couldn’t help but recall the years she had been forced to be the Hind, not knowing the fate of her sons.
She had admittedly bawled the first several nights after they had left. Ruhn had not questioned it, merely pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly. Her husband, her mate, who had got her through this separation, who had taken on two teenage boys simply because they were hers, and loved them as his own.
Even Ace had warmed up to him, before he’d warmed up to herself. Ruhn had some kind of secret bro handshake with each of her sons, and Ruhn always made sure to give each boy special attention when they visited; he’d play sunball with Brann while he’d help Ace test out his helmets and wings and whatever things he decided to build.
Lidia had quickly learned sunball so that she could compete with Ruhn and play with her sons. She had to admit that it was fun to have a normal life, and she loved her boys and her mate and drinking beers and just chatting with him at night, or cuddling by the fire, or the four of them going out and having dinner together.
Lidia smiled as Ruhn lowered a frozen rat for their snake to eat. When Ace had brought home the snake initially, Ruhn had gone pale and insisted Ace put it back where it was. Lidia, who had just repaired her relationship with him and was not willing to mess it up so fast, had taken the snake in her arms and ordered Ruhn to buy a tank.
He’d obeyed; he was never very good at refusing her. He’d returned with loads of snake food packages called “Snakky packies” as well as some frozen rats and a heated lamp which Lidia set up before feeding the snake. Ruhn had cringed the first time she’d fed him. Now, he did it regularly.
Lidia was exceptionally nervous because she had some special news this time. She’d put a small shield over herself so no one could detect anything amiss; she wanted to be able to reveal this information in her own way. She hadn’t had much time to process it, so she didn’t know how to feel about it. She didn’t know how Ruhn would feel about it either. Or Ace and Brann.
She did want another child; she loved her boys, but unfortunately, she missed out on most of their childhood. She had tried to do right by them as much as possible, but now her boys had all grown up, and she missed the sound of child’s laughter in the house. She just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon, and she was nervous about how her family would react.
God, she had a family now. She had been alone for so long that it was difficult to come to terms with. Her heart had never been more full.
There was a ring of the doorbell, and Lidia rushed over to open it and she barreled into her sons. “Ace! Brann!” she cried, and they hugged her back warmly. “Ma!” Ace grumbled. “You’re smothering us!”
“Oh, you’re big boys now, you can handle it,” Lidia retorted. Ruhn chuckled as he came into view too. “How’s college been, you two?” he asked. Brann grinned. “I made the sunball team! Ace is on the robotics team! It’s been awesome!”
“Sweet! Forward, right?”
“Yes. Our first game is next weekend. You have to come!”
“I’ll mark it on my calendar, bud,” Ruhn said. “What about you, Ace? Any events I should take note of?”
“Well, I have a robotics meet next month on the second and I am applying for a research position; there’s a symposium next Thursday.”
“Cool! I can help you narrow down your options and fix your resume before the big day,” Ruhn offered. “Sure, thanks,” Ace replied. Not much of a talker, but Lidia could tell he appreciated the offer. Smiling, Lidia lounged on the couch, flicking in the TV and flipping through the channels.
She finally found Knowledge is Money was on, and she watched the three competitors standing in a triangular formation, their hands hovering over buttons to buzz for an answer.
“Who is the first known queen of the Sprites?” the host asked.
Ace came to sit beside her. “Easy. Ranthia Drahl.”
Lidia chuckled. “Technically, no. The sprites traditionally were ruled by theocracy until Cynthia Drahl, armies led by her niece Ranthia, destroyed the corrupt religious leaders who took advantage of the poor. However, nobody remembers her because she was killed two days into her reign by none other than Ranthia herself.”
A redheaded pixie on the far right of the screen finally buzzed in. “My final answer is Cynthia Drahl.”
“That is correct,” the host answered. Lidia smirked at her son.
“Who is the sunball player with the most points of all time?” the host asked.
Lidia groaned. “Shit, I hate when they ask sports related questions.”
“The answer is obviously Viktor Kapournikov,” Brann boomed from the kitchen. A few moments later, the boy at the bottom of the screen buzzed and said, “My final answer is Viktor Kapournikov.”
“High five!” Ruhn said, and the smack of their hands rung in Lidia’s ears. A few moments later, they came to the sofa with food in their hands. Ruhn and Brann each carried two; Ruhn handed one to Lidia while Brann handed one to Ace.
“What event caused the Valbaran Fae and Avellan Fae to become rivals?”
“The Melanthos shooting of 2,000,” Ruhn and Ace said at the same time. “Damnit, you two are quick,” Lidia muttered. “Sadly, my father made sure this shit was drilled into my head since I was a boy so that I didn’t make the mistake of befriending a kid from Avellan,” Ruhn said.
“Freak,” Brann muttered. Ruhn and Lidia nodded in agreement.
And so they ate and shouted answers at the TV and generally had a merry time. When the entertainment died down and they were all pleasantly sleepy, Lidia cleared her throat and said, “I have big news for you all.”
Ruhn pulled Lidia into his lap sleepily, mumbling against her, “Yes, sweetheart?”
Lidia didn’t know how else to say it, so she just said, “I’m pregnant.”
“What?” Brann asked. “Ma is pregnant, Brann!” Ace yelled back. Ruhn just stared at Lidia with his beautiful blue eyes, awe in them. “Truly? But I don’t smell any-“
Lidia removed the glamour. As the scent of the embryo filled the air, the boys began to cheer while tears filled Ruhn’s eyes. Ahhh, her sweet, adorable, emotional Ruhn. After decades of being forced to hide her emotions behind a mask of cold, there was nothing she adored more than seeing her mate overcome with affection and emotion for her.
“We’re going to have another baby?” Ruhn asked. Throat tight as tears filled her own eyes, she nodded. Ruhn pulled her to him. and Lidia held him so tightly it was a wonder she didn’t break a bone.
“She’s a girl,” Lidia murmured against his cheek. “Our little flame. I think we shall name her after your fire sprite friend.”
“Lehebah?” Ruhn croaked. Lidia’s shirt was a little moist from his tears. “Yes,” she whispered. “Lehebah.”
“I love it,” Ruhn whispered. “I love you. And I already love our Lele too.”
Lidia beamed. She felt so much better about this pregnancy. This time, she wouldn’t be alone. She had a family and friends to help her through this.
A baby girl.
Lidia pulled away slightly to cup Ruhn’s cheek. “I love you too. Lele is going to be so lucky to grow up with a father like you.”
“And a mother like you.”
Lidia chuckled and laid back against Ruhn. Neither of them noticed that Ace and Brann had subtly left the room, giving them time alone.
#ruhn danaan#lidia cervos#ruhnlidia#fluff#fanfic#i’m still a believer in girldad ruhn ok#girldad!ruhn
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Alex & Friends Part 27-Vigil
second to last chapter!
Aaron belongs to @pigeonwhumps
cw: angst(sort of), bedside vigil, brief reference to consensual sex, hospital setting
Joseph sat awkwardly in the waiting room while the medbay staff worked on Alex. The handover had gone well; Aaron had done most of the talking, and now he just had to let the med staff do their thing.
His uniform stuck out like a sore thumb in the waiting room, and people gave him a wide berth. The adrenaline high from the fight was wearing off, and the store spots were starting to break though. Some of them would be bruises by the morning, he could feel it. He wished he could do something more, but didn’t have anywhere else to go, so he sat there, waiting.
The clock ticked on the wall, hands slowly moving as time went by. An hour or maybe two hours later, Eric and the rest of the team had arrived. Even though they’d shed their weapons to get into the medbay, they were still plenty imposing.
Eric sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “How’re you holdin’ up?”
“Fine,” he said, leaning into the touch a little bit, “Just worried.”
“You’re good at your job, ‘Seph, I’m sure she’ll pull through.” Eric squeezed his shoulder a little.
“ ‘s not always up to me.” He hung his head as he spoke, and Eric could see the guilt in his eyes.
“It wouldn’t be your fault then,” Eric said, and Joseph sighed, leaning his head against the wall. “Hey, no, look at me. You’re good, Joseph, don't let anything tell you otherwise.”
They sat in tense silence for a while after that, waiting for news to come.
Several hours later, Aaron appeared, looking utterly exhausted. “Unshakable?” He asked.
Eric seemed a little surprised that the doctor was calling for him, since he was simply the leader of her protection detail, not a next of kin or anything. Did she not have anyone else? Anyone she’d known for more than three days?
Despite the sinking feeling in his gut, he rose anyway, letting Joseph follow behind. He’d understand the medical stuff better than he did.
“She’s doing better,” Aaron started, and Eric let himself relax a little.
“We were able to get her stable, but we did have to intubate her. That means we put a tube down her throat so that we could help her breathe.” Eric nodded, queuing him to continue. “She had a teardrop fracture in her neck, which means that a ligament pulled too hard on one of her neck bones and pulled a piece off, and she’d broken her heel. We were able to heal both of those fractures.” That was all good news. “Right now, she’s in the CCU. She has a condition called pulmonary edema. There's water in her lungs, and it’s making it hard for her to breathe right now. We’re going to help her breathe while we give her some medication that will help clear her lungs. After that, we’ll see if we can wake her up. The CCU’s closed to visitors, since it’s late. I’d get some food and get some rest, then come and see her in the morning. They’ll open at eight. Do you have any questions for me?”
Eric shook his head. “Joseph?” he asked.
“I’m good,” he said, “Thanks, Aaron.”
“You’re welcome.” Aaron took a pause, looking at Joseph like he had more to say.
“If there's nothing else, I’m going to go try and get some food into my team,” Eric said, turning away.
“I might be a moment,” Joseph said, leaning into Aaron. Whatever the doctor said was quiet enough that Eric couldn’t hear it as he walked back into the waiting room.
However, he did see Joseph wrapping his arm around Aaron’s shoulders and walking away in the other direction.
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The next time Eric saw Joseph was when he came to see Alex the next morning. He didn’t quite know what they’d been up to, but the man looked well enough rested that it couldn’t have been anything to…strenuous.
Alex was still intubated, chest rising and falling peacefully as the machine hissed and purred. Her hip, and how her shoulder, were covered in fresh bandages. She was covered by a thin hospital gown and several blankets. It was the most exposed they’d seen her, the scars that wrapped around her arms clearly visible in the stark lighting. Both of them ignored those as they sat down.
“How was your night?” Eric asked with a slight smirk as Joseph pulled the paperwork out of his folder.
“Aaron was a little tuckered out after all the healing, helped him back to his apartment, snagged a late dinner from the cafeteria,” he shrugged nonchalantly as he clicked his pen.
“And…” Eric said, smiling like an idiot
“What do you think we did?” Joseph said, and Eric raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh, you think we fu…” He trailed off.
Eric nodded, like he was surprised it’d taken him that long to figure it out. “You should’ve seen the way he was draped over you, man. It’s not a hard jump to make.”
“Sure,” Joseph said sarcastically. “My evening, I’m afraid, was much less fun than you think.” He raised up his folder, which was still labeled stupid folder for my stupid paperwork, and tapped at it.
“We’ve got real work to do, you know.”
“I do know, I have more.” He said, then his voice turned serious. “Do you want her?”
Joseph looked surprised, and he did a double take. “What?”
Eric pointed at the hospital bed. “Do you want her on the team?”
“You know I’m gonna say yes,” he responded, shifting in his seat.
“Makes sense. She’s good at what she does. I bet she survived some pretty brutal things undercover, with that Zorland bastard, she kicked ass the first time we ran with her, I can see why you’d want her,” Eric said in a reasonable tone.
“You also know that’s not why.” He swallowed, mouth dry.
Eric nodded slowly. “It’s because you see people in her. And because you know you’ll worry about her.”
“Look at her, Eric.” He paused, trying to find the words. “Her first response to “villain hunting me escapes prison” was “go out and help.” I mean, of course I’m worried.” He shook his head. “Won’t put that on everyone else though. My issues are my issues.”
“Avia likes her,” Eric stated. “Said she’d make a good sparring buddy over dinner last night. The one you weren't at.”
“Shut up,” he said, only half joking, “and really, Avia said that?”
“Mm-hmm, they like her. Made a good impression, apparently.”
“You think she’d be a good fit?”
“I do.” He leaned back in his chair. “And, Sil wants somebody new to beat at video games, so he’s on board.”
Joseph chuckled at that. “I’d love to have her.”
“I know. I’ll run it past Rudick when we switch out.” “Eric,” Joseph said, tone genuine.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Taglist: @/pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @snaillamp
#worlds babbles#whump#bedside vigil#hospital setting#agnst#whump writing#alexoc#joseph oc#eric oc#aaron not my oc#i love this one#theyre talking#and they know each other so well
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the anon that said FoF Joel is creepy?! noooo! creeepy?! i never once got that vibe from Joel in FoF. He seems careful. You write Joel so earnestly and I never see your Joels have ill intent at all. Reader's parents are a nightmare and I feel like if Joel didn't care about her at least a lil he wouldn't even bother. IDK! I'm very protective of the CCU Joel's (I hope that catches on LOL) because they all have such good hearts. They make me all starry eyed hahaha.
LMAO it's okay, i called him creepy first. i definitely meant it in a real life context rather than a fic context; i was more-so saying that if this joel existed in the real world as just some 56 year old man trying to get a young impressionable girl into his bed we'd all have something different to say 😂 but it's fic and not real!!! so it's fun and hot to explore that fantasy when it's fictional (and with joel miller phew).
he definitely is careful now. when he didn't know she was a virgin he really just wanted to have sex with her but after finding out she's so inexperienced he really wants to be the one to show her everything. he knows those college boys could never treat her the way he can, and he intends to make sure she has a good first experience.
i'm so happy you like all my joels 😭 there will be even more to come as time goes on lmao. thank you lovely 💕
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this is pos!! your take on cheeteh z and how like none of his maps feature women is SO CORRECT like oouu,,,
hehehe thank youuu *twirls hair*
I feel like women in cheeteh z maps only have these personalities:
-dead
-missing for god knows what reason (mothwing and tawnypelt)
-evil
-mom
-camera (just a spectator, like squilf in serpent sol (she doubles as a mom as well))
like I could care less about cheeteh z and his *gags* ccu,,, but huh, it really makes you think
#wc fans really be like: the erins suck! let me rewrite it! *makes it worse*#hollyleaf in hollyfawn is sooooo uninteresting. you took away all of her good parts#also. the use of ccu is /neg. if that wasnt obvious#cheeteh. if your maps are being compared to marvel movies thats. not good!#i could go on but. i try not to think about cheeteh z and his maps too often now. gives me a headache 😇#anyways. theres this really good thread on twitter thats been going around recently about current map culture and.#*looks at cheeteh z*#haha.....#asks#anon#cheeteh please dont sic your fans on me. i Will cry
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I know I haven’t been around for quite a while and aside from being quite busy and exhausted most of the time, I was pondering on some things.
Initially, I was planning to permanently stop writing because life hasn’t been the same recently (not in a bad way). I’ve been busier and using my free time to catch up on rest, go out with family and friends and even go on friendly dates LMAO my motivation to write has been fluctuating as well
I know I don’t have to explain myself but I feel like doing so because I decided to continue writing. I revisited my old works and saw how supportive everyone has been. I told this to the CCU (it was quite the chaotic talk thanks to @suchababie @marcspectorspet @bemine-bucky 😂) that I know I should write for myself. But seeing how my works made some people happy, or how some found comfort or escape from this messy world in my stuff brings me so much joy 🥺
Anyway, this is just me being emotional LMAO and extremely grateful for all the kind words that everyone has given me.
That being said, I can’t decide whether to write smut or angst 🤷🏻♀️
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He’s your friend now, that’s just the rules of it
I don't remember asking for a news0hsokahqx ccu km hall
Hi! Talon here, names Austry. Yes! Thank you! I live here now. You get me.
#dark ace#storm hawks#skyknight of xerxes#storm hawks fandom#skyknight#atmos#skyknight ace#knight of xerxes#ask blog#Austry event
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WAIT IS THAT...CRISTIANO? i forgot about that guy.
FULL NAME: Cristiano Martin Van Allen
NICKNAMES: Cris, Van Allen
AGE + DATE OF BIRTH: Twenty /// April 5th, 1965 ( i think???)
JOB: Bartender @ The Pit
MAJOR: Art Education
TRAITS: Worldly, Smart-Mouthed, Family-Oriented, Hypercritical, Confident, Flirtatious, Loud, Obtuse, Overdramatic
INSPO: Katie Morosky (The Way We Were), Lito (Sense8), Odd Della Robia (Code Lyoko), Elliot (Euphoria)
SILLY LITTLE BIO FOR A SILLY LITTLE BOY🎊
Cristiano is by no means an outcast. He's been in the gang's orbit since before he could remember. But even so...Cris likes to think of himself as a lone wolf. A jaded artist staring down life's barrel with a smug grin.
Cristiano is by no means an outcast. He's been in the gang's orbit since before he could remember. But even so...Cris likes to think of himself as a lone wolf. A jaded artist staring down life's barrel with a smug grin.
This is mostly an act. Cris is a nerd first and foremost, and a budding community leader in his own right. He's read books by every activist known to man. He spends his free time in front of canvases and hodgepodge statues. He's the kinda guy who reminds all his friends about their Miranda rights...repeatedly.
His obsession with bridging art and activism started pretty young. It's kinda inevitable when your mom runs a boundary-pushing bookstore. Twigs was known as a cheap place to get used college textbooks and get psychic readings by the one and only Astrid Van Allen. He was a consumer first and foremost. An inquisitor. Yeah, that sounds right. Astrid Van Allen was more than happy to provide her son with the resources and the answers. She was gonna do this single mom thing right.
Maybe subconsciously, Cristiano wanted to be worldly for her. He saw the other kids in Cherry. Most of them had dads...and if they didn't there was an explanation. Astrid shut down any conversation revolving Cristiano's father...often in a tone that Cris could only define as "nice-nasty". When Cris won an art competition or got straight A's, those pesterings were replaced with backhanded compliments.
"He is shockingly well-behaved!"
"Do you think he gets that art stuff it from his dad?"
His love for him mom and for intersectional feminism (Thanks Maya Angelou!) made him very bitter about comments like these. Really...as he got older, the olden day mindsets in Cherry began to make him more and more angry. Cris started to vocalize this bitterness in school. Vandalizing bathroom stalls with Malcom X quotes. Interrupting teacher's lessons with counter-points and anecdotes about injustice.
Needless to say, this behavior landed Cristiano in detention quite often. The inevitability of the smart-mouthed activist constantly finding himself in trouble with "the establishment" fueled his artistic fire. By high school he was pretty well known by his loud mouth and louder art pieces. But things started to get weird in around that time. Well weirder than being raised by a woman who claimed to see spirits and auras. He and his friends were suddenly privy to stabbings, masked figures, drama queens, & cheating scandals. All great inspiration for Cris's artistic endeavors...but ironically deeply distracting for a kid just trying to get into fucking art school and flee Cherry with his mom in tow.
Graduation didn't help calm things down. Right before Cristiano could start classes at CCU (a very sizeable downgrade from his dream pick of UCLA), the news struck. The Van Allens could no longer afford to run Twigs. Maybe it was a drop in sales...maybe it was a mismanagement of money (Astrid was never the most responsible when it came to that kind of thing), but what was done was done.
Those times were a haze for Cris. His second home had seemingly gone up in smoke. He suddenly felt a responsibility to show up for his friends as they got pulled tighter and tighter into the mystery of the LDB. He became a ball of stress to put it lightly. And even as things began to resolve (If you could call Lux Lewis revealing to be a domestic terrorist and hightailing it outta there a resolution)…Cris felt like a changed kid. No…a changed man! He’s shaved his head, garnered a few stick & poke tattoos, and unfortunately…sold half of his art portfolio. He is the breadwinner of the Van Allen household nowadays after all.
These days Cris is a survivor first, artist/activist second. He spends his evenings slinging drinks and pretending to be a Russell brother at The Pit. He spends his days perusing his Art Education degree. If he's stuck in Cherry for the rest of his life, he might as well spend it empowering the young minds that inhabit it. Occasionally you might find him at the boardwalk selling caricatures and groaning about the imminent gentrification of Cherry. He's a good time! I swear!
#the cristiano you know and love! now with non-hargrove related tramua!#AND HE'S BALD!#FOR NOW!#intro
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I love your work its always so fun to read tho, I'm curious how would Kyle's family react to Kyle's s/o that loves to grabbing his cheeks and call him squishy just to mess with him and he just lets her do it ccus he got used to her doing it? I just know the teasing will be endless XD
Oh absolutely 😂 and thank you!💖
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Kyle’s Family Reacts to Kyle’s S/O Squishing His Face
-Kyle knows it’s in the tradition of the Mahanan people to greet others by grabbing their face and squishing it. It’s a gesture that annoyed him at first, but since getting together with you, he’s gotten used to it.
-The hunter knows you love to do it as well since he sees -your eyes light up whenever he comes to see you. Then cue you running over and grabbing his face in your hands with glee.
-”My squishy little man is here!” You would coo at him.
-”Shut up.” Would be his response with a red face as he gave into your coddling and traditional greeting. Well, he thinks it’s less traditional at this point, and more something you like to do for fun.
-However, once his family was there to witness the scene above. Kyle was ready to dig his grave and hop into it.
-The look on his father’s face was one of amusement but he somehow also managed to keep it stoic. Almost like he was ashamed to see his son being handled in such a way, but because of that, he found it amusing.
-However, his brothers were the absolute WORST.
-Levi would be the worst of his four older brothers, being the youngest of them. But Isaac would make subtle sexual jokes at this (for some reason) and Robin would back him. Aeon would be stoic with his remarks, but a smirk would be seen on his face.
-The teasing would be endless, and they would never let him live it down. Of course, his brothers call him “Squishy” now and again until things get physical.
-Kyle could witness his brothers mimicking the action in a teasing manner, being severely overdramatic with their facial expression, actions, and words. They were trying to piss him off, he knows this.
-Actually, no, the worst part would be you giving into the chirps. You never got irritated or angry and laughed along with them. Kyle would be ready to die right then and there, especially when his dad asks him if they need to talk.
#monster hunter stories 2#monster hunter stories#mhst#mhst2#kyle#kyle x reader#mhst2 kyle x reader#mhst2 kyle#monster hunter stories 2 kyle#headcanons#kyle headcanons
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Uh Enrichment fact, Odos actor Rene Auberjonois does voice acting. He was in Ben 10 and the Planes movie also the little mermaid
Oo that's cool! I never knew he did voice acting!
He is in the CCU (cars cinematic universe) and I highly respect that 😌
Thank you for the enrichment fact!
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I’m gonna tag some folks because I’m bad at sending asks smslzozus
@ the entirety of the DBBSG and CCU, @sweeterthanthis @cockslutpadalecki @kenniteaa @the-iceni-bitch @xxindiglow @adoringdanvers @pellucid-constellations @marcspectorsmember @purpleshallot @mandofury @jakelcckley @stevengrcnt @sightiff @afriendlyblackhottie @bucky-barnes-diaries @aquariusbarnes @dirtychocolatechai @inklore @darth-anakin-bucky @treatbuckywkisses @thefallenbibliophilequote @theluxuriousfangirl @aphrogeneias @beelicious-barnes @n00t-no0t @hey-its-grey @bucksdolll @dreamlessinparis @ofstarsandvibranium @doasyoudesireandlive @lavendercitizen @buckyshairography
And so so so so so so so so many more lovely people I follow 🤍
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Baby Girl Chapter 80
AO3
“Thank you for coming. We have never had anything like this happen before.” The Colwyn Bay chief says. He leads them into the office. “All their parents are here.”
“Thank you,” Geillis says. “myself and Murtagh will start interviewing them. Jamie, John, and Mary, head out to the abduction site.”
“Was your door locked?” Her hands tear at the tissue she holds. She shakes her head before she looks up at Geillis.
“It is wrong, eh? I know now. But we have never had… the last big crime here was Sven Gunther’s fishing boat vandalized. How was I… besides Carys walked out on her own! She never… I don’t understand. She was afraid of the dark.”
Even in the light of day, the park feels eerie. It is what happened here, that makes it so.
“From the video, we know that the children came here.” John walks over to the swing set. “the question is, where did they go from here?”
Jamie looks around. “Here,” He walks a few meters to the left of the swings. “there is no CCU camera here.”
John and Mary join him. It is an area of hard packed dirt. Foot prints are repelled.
“I have something .” Mary says. A bramble bush has a drop of blood. “They walk through here, someone gets cut,” They carefully make their own way through, “to here.”
“Bloody good job.” John says as they find themselves on a hidden road. “Maintenance road. He could have easily been waiting her for them.”
“Limited access.” Jamie muses. He pulls out his phone to update Claire and the others.
“Ceri, she is terrified of the dark. There has been a nightlight in her room since she started sleeping alone. We can’t see her willing walking out in it.” Her father says as his wife sobs beside him.
“Okay, so Mary’s find was excellent. There was a white van parked there. The children exited onto the road and climbed in. They, as you see, are still acting queer.” Claire updates them.
“Sleep walking.” John adds, “They are sleep walking.”
“That would explain it. All the children are terrified of the dark. None would have willingly walked out on their own.” Murtagh says.
“Any info on the driver or on the van?” Jamie asks.
“Not yet but if there is any to be gotten, I will find it.” Her fingers move over the keyboards even as she talks.
“We know you will. Thank you Claire.” Geillis says.
“Parents need warned. No more unlocked doors.” Murtagh comments.
Geillis nods. “Lets deliver the profile.”
#my writing#outlander fanfic#baby girl#chapter 80#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom#modern au
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