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The Wild Rover ☘️

(Sean Falco x and introducing: Irina Kostas Sergeievich)

Word count: 1900

Warnings: mentions of m!f sex: fingering, oral (female/male), penetrative, swearing, supernatural powers including possession, mediumship, ability to speak infinite languages (including to animals)

A/N: Timelines don't move in any direction but their own for the Kostas family; why would Sean and Irina's be different. Here w they find themselves in 2012. One night, THEE NIGHT, from Irina's POV

I am acutely aware of my surroundings as I lie side by side with a guy I haven't seen since I was 11 years old. But now I'm 18 and he's 20 and we're in our underwear.

His face has found its footing. Lips and mouth grew into place, but still prone to getting him in trouble. His cheeks and jaw aren't as soft anymore, yet they seem to be holding onto childhood. They'll be square and angular soon enough. But the rest?

Sean Falco has a face identical to most of the men in my life. Literally. It's a thing. But like my daddy for my mama and my pappou for my Honey, it's tailored just for me. At least that's what I think? Nearly 50 years, and they haven't figured it all out.

Yet no one has been for my uncle or my great uncle (who are technically the same guy?). Except maybe once in another life during a war that's just part of history. Or here at the lake with my aunt (steamrolled happily into this messy family).

Only my baby brother doesn't share this face, the one smoking a joint in the bed beside me. Something the “elders” think isn't necessary. Because the genetics are preserved. Rules, we make them up as we muddle along to explain all the bat shit insanity that is this family.

But I have a secret cousin who does. Have the same face? Product of aforementioned uncle and steamrolled aunt (who is my mama’s best friend, married to my daddy’s adopted-by-survival brother). She gave him up for adoption well before I came along, and she's never been quite the same in the smallest part of herself only I can find.

My family, mostly, doesn't know about this cousin. But occasionally my telepathy creeps in and gets the better of me. Some snooping with a side of sneaking illegally into some closed files, and Sean helped me find him. He's smart and cute and a total nerd. And my secret cousin is too.

Sean’s body is awkwardly extending past the edge of my twin bed as he is situated just below me. His long arm is bent at the elbow and draped from my stomach to my chest. The pointed bone dips into my belly button.

His forearm, that I travel with a languid finger, spans along my sternum. His calloused fingers expand and contract as if he is grasping for some invisible thing. I don't reciprocate, but a smirk slowly forms on my face knowing they'll dip under the lace and satin to tease my nipple.

Then he does. Twisting so that he can trace the faintest circle around my breast which I free one-handed from my bra. I cover his hand so I can follow his movements.

Now my nipples are pert and ripe and I realize I'm still grasping what my body does when it's turned on. And I am because I feel that steady metronome heartbeat in my sex that matches the one in my chest.

I guide Sean's over my skin to the waistband of my panties. There's a hitch in his breathing before it comes out of his nose in short bursts. We keep going until it's his fingers and my fingers pushing inside of me the way I've done to myself since I was 13.

“I guess you'll have to take it from here?” Is the dumbest thing I could've said.

How someone in this family made it to eighteen only making out with someone and over the clothes fondling is beyond me. But here we are. No.. Dad and his constant co-conspirator Uncle Ollie are how and why.

I maneuver my own hand inside of Sean's inside of me. Soon they're moving like one in dizzying circles. I touch. He touches. We volley back and forth against that cleverly hidden bead.

It makes me breathless how easy it was to show Sean what turns me on. How fortunate I am to have women in my life bold enough to teach me where that little seed that buds and flowers throughout my nerve endings is.

Most of my friends struggle to be ok with sex at all.

That I'm allowed to guide him sends my heart racing until Sean takes over on his own. I'm bending and curling the faster he goes until he leaves me like a slinky that hasn't recoiled. I get what it means to be.. edged.

He's up on an elbow studying me. I can feel his eyes while mine are shut in ecstasy. He’s hot and electric and there's a mass of curls stuck to his forehead when I dare to finally look at him. Mildly amused disappointment on my face which he covers with chapped lip kisses that make me giggle until he slides on top of me.

Sean buries his face in the crook of my neck. His breath is hot and musky. He latches on to my throat and sucks sweetly like we all do with the wild tomatoes that grow around the lodge.

I cling to him and giggle. Partly because it tickles, and partly because I think about the story Mama told about Daddy torturing a worn leather faced faux blonde at the corner store. Mama promises Heather was much better looking when they were my age.

Sean takes my giggling for encouragement. It is, so he lets his lips crawl over the curve of my breast where it captures that pink bud he coaxed my nipple to turn into a few minutes ago. There's a flash of what is really comfortable pain as he grazes his teeth over it. He alternates with both sides like he's hungry but it's not milk he craves.

I let my nails careen with Sean's shoulder blades before losing them in his curls. Like how I lose my hands in the soft soil of the little garden of my Uncle Ollie’s. That's the color of his hair, earthen.

He comes up breathless to stare down at me. His pine forest eyes and mountain snow Irish skin. The trees and water and woods with their old magic that drew us all here and run in our veins like ley lines. A magic that lives in Sean too he's just either suppressed it or forgotten, but I feel it the longer he's here.

“Are ye ok?” Sean leans quietly into his lilt. He's so softly spoken when it's just the two of us. The way all the men are when they're in no one's presence but our own.

I nod unable to let out the words in my head. I make it enthusiastic and smile so that he will go on. My flesh throws the tiniest of sparklers that he playfully tries to catch with his tongue like snowflakes.

Sean's hips roll forward. The tip of him, the length of him pushes into the barrier of my panties. I moan and giggle again. I'm always doing that. Then he does, and it's the most absurd melody that turns into a vicious cycle.

I'm thinking again while his mouth starts its way South for spring. The crudest euphemism I've heard anyone say. But that's what I am under him. Spring.

My brain goes back to Mama and Honey telling me about their first time. It wasn't pleasant for either of them. Painful and embarrassing and without any care for what they were feeling. I didn't care to hear about how they spread and blossomed like wild flowers for Daddy and Papa.

Now I'm here. in my bed. in the attic while Sean hooks his fingers in the cotton of my panties and tugs them down off my hips. I don't have to wait years for that man who makes me bloom.

I try to reach for his head but he takes my hands and lays them up on the pillow. I clutch the pillowcase, twisting my fingers up in it.

Sean parts my thighs. I stop breathing for a moment when he tenderly kisses my sex. My gasp audible now when I understand his tongue has replaced his lips and is searching.

I know what it's trying to find. That same little pearl we discovered with our fingers. Except I don't need to help him this time, and I involuntarily arch my back when he reaches it.

A shockwave rolls through me, but he doesn't stop. I don't want him to. I want him to keep flicking and circling and whatever else he's doing that's caught me on fire.

I mean I know about oral sex: giving and getting head. I've done it, or tried. I was timid and nervous and it’s weird putting a penis in your mouth or licking it or whatever.

Sean let me fumble my way through it for a few minutes before laughing and telling me it was ok. If I felt better about using my hands to get him off instead, I could take my time building up to doing it good and proper. And no it wasn't condescending.

Now he was the one licking. Lapping faster because I was melting. Turning liquid in his mouth. Literally.

“Falco,” I tease. “Irish boy with the Italian name. Falcons. Ravens. Loons. All outside our window.”

I told you I'm weird, but they were. Outside the window. Watching like the sable curled around itself on my window seat who keeps a weather eye on Sean always. He looks up from between my legs to stare her down like staking his claim to me from her. But I'm a packaged deal.

“You're head’s done in. If it's too much, sweetheart.” But he doesn't finish because I tug him by the curls into my waiting mouth. It's bitter and warm and I love him. I say it out loud matching his last word.

“Whot?” He smiles but it's nervous. “You don't have to say it back” I interrupt. “Let’s have sex. I want to. You don't have to love me back. Forget it.”

Sean blinks. It's plaintive and familiar and his eyelashes flutter while he sucks in his bottom lip. There's a crease that deepens where his nose becomes his forehead. And I want this face to make this look in my presence forever. And every single way my parents and grandparents look at each other and touch each other and love each other makes terrifying sense.

He gets up and picks through his duffel bag. Better safe than sorry I guess when he finds the square foil package.

“If I knew we were doing love I would've said it before I got in your knickers.” There's a near unnoticeable tremble to his hands putting the condom on. “I've never done. Love. But I do love you, Irina.

Crimson snakes up Sean's neck and ears. Then we're inside of each other the only way living people can be, and I debate the spirits also lingering outside my windows. This is better than letting them in my body any day.

We whisper to one another in Gaelic and Russian (and strangely Aramaic) until we come. Sean just hears English, unable to hear his languages simultaneously yet.

We love each other for now. I'm not sure how long we have until the Stygian Sisters cut our thread. I know it. I saw it like we Kostases can.

Sean has a demon to catch and a woman to save.

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Season of The Heart

A Kostas Family Holiday Story

There's not a single warning for this story. It's simply, somehow, become an annual tradition; Leon's vest. This gift comes as a peace offering between a Mama and her son-in-law. Chag Sameach and Merry Christmas!

Honey put her sewing down and balled her hand into a fist and then flexed it. She repeated the process. It was time she acknowledged age was creeping up on her.

It was bad enough that she and Leon gave in and began wearing glasses. That Selina was pregnant with their second grandchild in less than two years. They were old and young and new parents and soon to be seasoned grandparents. Selina and Sunny were innocent littles an these amazing adults. She and Leon had been together thirty minutes and thirty years.

Time, it seemed to Honey, was an asshole.

“Who’s getting that, love?” Leon asked from beside her. He put his book down and patted the space closest to him. He gestured for his wife to settle in.

“Nikolai.” Honey carefully folded the material and packaged it away. She placed it on the floor and laid back on the bed.

"What made you change your mind?"

"It's simple," Honey let Leon cradle her head in the crook of his arm, "he's Klaus in a way. Except Klaus does everything he can to turn people off or away. Nikolai practically suffocates them so they stay put."

"That sounds more like Of Mice and Men then A Tale of Two Hargreeves" Leon sniggered at his own joke. His nose scrunching in the process.

"You're such a weirdo," but Honey kissed her husband anyways. "I just hope it's enough."

"Gracie, it will be his whole world. I promise"

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Selina watched her mama creep out of the bedroom from over a plate of cannolis that balanced precariously on top of her pregnant stomach. She took another bite and spoke with her mouth full-

“Mama, why are you sneaking around like a teenager smoking weed?”

Honey huffed, “When have I ever snuck around to do drugs?” She waved her hand in her daughter’s direction, “Just eat another cookie. Maybe this one will come out looking somewhat Italian.”

Selina rolled her eyes and accepted a kiss on the forehead. She went back to watching Irina bury herself in wrapping like a cocoon. The little girl dug her chubby fists into her eyes and rubbed.

“Вы сами устали, Irinushka?” Have you tired yourself? “All this playing in the paper instead of with these toys?” Nikolai hoisted his daughter up over his shoulder where she nuzzled into his neck. “Как маленький котенок,” he kissed her curls. You are like a little kitten. “Do you want Daddy or Papa to put you down, hm?”

“Oh Nik, why don't you do it?” Honey suggested. “It'll take Leon fifteen minutes to get off the floor,” she teased.

“HEY! Piss off!” Leon threw a ball of tinsel poorly at his wife. When that failed he reached out and smacked her in the butt as she turned to get away from him.

“No!! Stop! It's just that there's a little something for Kolya in the bedroom!” Honey gave in and allowed Leon to envelop her legs in a hug from his kneeling position on the floor. “From me.”

She and Nikolai caught each other's eye before he and Irina made their way into the bedroom. He tended to the toddler first, rocking her and humming just as absently as Selina often did. In mere moments Irina was out, and he laid her down on the pillows.

There was a gift beside Irina on his side of the bed. Nik put it in his lap and carefully undid the bow and paper setting it aside as if to save it. Inside the tissue was a lovely scarf made from the mythical pattern that his daughter wore onher dress.

He lifted the scarf which had been fashioned from the material and wool. A Star of David was embroidered on one side which he traced with his fingertips before bundling and tying it around his neck. Then Nikolai noticed the letter.

It read:

Dear Nikolai-

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah. Yes, Selina’s told us. I'm not sure why you haven't said anything because if any family is Jewish friendly it's ours. You could have told Leon and I. Though I can understand your hesitation talking to me, I've not exactly been very welcoming to you these last two years.

I didn't set out to be “that mother-in-law.” Mine has been nothing short of a second mom to me since we met. And as far as I know it's been the same for Leon. The truth is, I'm not sure what my problem is.

Selina means more to me than anything in this world. Leon and Sunny of course, but when you carry something inside of you for that long it just becomes more. Selina changed my entire world. To say her birth was a bit.. traumatic is an understatement, but holy shit was she easy to love. 25 years later, and that love hasn't budged an inch. I've always told Leon that no living person on this Earth could love her more than we do.

Until she met you that is.

That first night you introduced yourself in my club, I think you scared me. I spoke you into being the night Selina came into the world. I know that sounds ridiculous, but you know our family by now.

You're so brash and boisterous and volatile. The exact opposite of Leon. The way you spoke about my daughter was a bit jarring. Like she was just another precious momento for you to steal and hide away in a drawer somewhere. Selina was yours now; you were just informing Leon and I.

It's taken me longer than it should have. You aren't possessive out of malice. You simply hold on to what you can tighter than the rest of us because everything good in your life has been taken away. You lived your entire life without affection or kindness until Oliver and Selina. No one to take care of you or teach you how to navigate the world. Being thrust into the most unconventional family ever probably made you feel out of place. I certainly didn't help.

You have treated Selina the way every parent prays for. The two of you forged your own path, and I truly couldn't be prouder of the people you helped each other become. Or what a wonderful Daddy you are to Irina despite your own lack of role models.

So this gift is for you from me alone. With a promise. A mama is there to love her child and make him feel safe and protected. Yours was taken from you the moment you were born, but I’ll step in for her. For you. I promise to protect you and love you as long as you're my son-in-law. The scarf I made is simply a physical reminder. And I do love you, Nikolai.

Always,

Mama Honey

---

Nikolai came out of the bedroom and stood beside Selina sitting on the couch. His eyes were puffy and red as he searched for his wife's touch. He patted her massive stomach absently then squeezed her fingers.

"Kolya are you alright?" she asked gently. He lifted her hand and stooped awkwardly to kiss it as if that was an answer.

"It is a good Christmas, ripka."

Nikolai walked away over to Honey sitting by the fireplace. He gestured for her to stand and helped her up. She seemed hesitant. Uncertain which direction this would go. But to her surprise he bent to kiss her on the cheek.

"Thank you, Mama."

Honey smiled and reached up to cradle his cheek in her hand. "Merry Christmas, Nikolai."

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I’m A Creep

The @sheehalloween re-issue

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: suicide discussion, oral sex, penetration, mention of masturbation, angsty whomp because OOOOF is Jack a Whomp!character

Note: We've found ourselves at the second anniversary of Jack x Rin Davies. Jack has changed my life, even if Rob has long forgotten him. Here's to @robertsheehanownsmyass who encouraged me to continue their story, and @angst-fairygodmother who joined the fray. And to @messengeronthemoon wherever you are who loved them somehow even more than I did.

Present Day:

Jack stood beside Rin in the dead of night watching her sleep for just a moment. Only a moment because she roused the instant she sensed him breathe. Sitting up, she quickly reached inside the nightstand. He knew her routine, Rin was impulsive about making sure her leather motorcycle gloves were on before she let him in.

Jack wordlessly pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his sweatpants and boxers. Rin lifted her covers and opened her legs to him. Obliging, Jack lowered himself onto her showering her neck with kisses. His tongue and lips trailing down along her collarbone, erection hard against her thigh. A hand found its way under Rin’s t-shirt and over a naked breast where he pinched at a nipple.

“Jack,” she was breathless. “Stop. Don't touch my skin, please.”

Jack pushed himself up by the arms, “How is this enjoyable to you, duck?” A northern term of endearment. “My thighs ah touchin’ you aren't they?” The moonlight caught his eyes as he teased her with the head of his cock. “What about this, inside you?” Suggestively whispered.

Rin moaned but held her cool. “It’s not the same. Like you said, that's inside. It's just my.. skin. From my..” her voice trailed off.

“Would it be so bad? I just want to feel you under me without fuckkin clothes.” Jack took a chance and kissed her. Tongue pushing inside of Rin, but she stiffened. “Sweetheart,” now he whispered, just his fingertips brushed her cheek. “Please, love, just touch me”

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Several Weeks Before:

Rin sat alone at a center table in the middle of the visitation room. This wasn’t her first rodeo, probably won’t be her last. She flexed her hands outwards the leather of her gloves cracking and flexing in a satisfying manner. No one was going to come and see her. Besides, the solitude allowed her to quietly spy on all the other nutters around the room.

Just to her left Rin noticed a pretty redheaded woman and her son as they sat across from probably the most attractive guy ever in an institution. There was a tenseness to the way he sat, shoulders hunched and hands between his legs. His hair unruly and a blank stare that wasn’t really focusing on- she came to realize- his sister and nephew. Rin knew him from group therapy where he was equally quiet, eyes glassy from a psych med cocktail. The majority of his speaking hours tucked away in that overbearing therapist’s office.

“Jack, will you please just look at me?” his sister, Emma tried her best to reach out to her brother. “I.. I think Martin and I made a mistake.”

Jack only stared straight ahead between Emma and his nephew, Billy. The preteen looked uncomfortable and scared as his mother nudged him softly. “It's ok. Billy tell Uncle Jack.”

“I did, Mom” , his voice quiet. “I'm supposed to say no. That you should get me help before it's too late.” Rin watched as Billy folded his arms and laid his head down. “Only I can't. It's all night and day, Jack. I can't sleep because they don't have you.”

“Best leave him here with me then, Emma.” It was the first time anyone heard Jack speak in weeks. His sister had a posh accent, so Rin was surprised when Yorkshire dripped from his lips. “For good, right?”

“That's not fair. You are sick, Jack. You weren't caring for yourself. You.. you got too involved with that murder. You were hurting yourself,” Emma struggled with tears. “I want to take you home.”

“Oh like I'm some kind of fookin dog? Emma you and Martin made it clear I belong here. She's right, maybe it was all dad. That's traumatic you know.”

“You deserve someplace warm! A home. Please, Jack. I found this in your things.” She slid a newspaper clipping towards her brother. “That's the boy who drowned. Why.. why didn't you tell me?”

“Loads of kids drown in pools,” Jack stated bluntly with a shrug. “Why should your pool be any different?”

“I never said it was our pool.”

“I recognized the address in the article”

“Jack, it's from two years ago.”

“I got lucky. Ah we doon here? I have walls to stare at. Here Billy you can have this back,” from between his knees he produced a glass paperweight with a scorpion inside. “Tell all ya mates Crazy Uncle Jack sends his loov”

Jack tried to stand but Emma grabbed his arm. This was Rin’s cue to swoop in. She swiftly moved from her table to theirs.

“JACKIE!’ I've been looking for you everywhere!” His eyes panicking in her direction. “I'm Wren,” she took her glove off and reached a scarred hand in Emma's direction. “But my brother couldn't say it so you can call me Rin” She smiled brightly.

Emma tentatively shook Rin’s hand, smiling in turn. Rin took a moment as her mind’s eye zoned in on what was inside of Jack’s sister. It was a loneliness, a desperation to take care of her little brother but protect her son from the same fate. But most importantly Rin felt a small tingling of warmth from somewhere deep inside of Emma’s heart. It was white and pure and instantly recognizable as hope. Even though it was tiny it was growing and starting to spread, and Rin knew Emma was eager to share that with her brother.

“Wow,” Rin blurted, “I wish my brother was as invested in me as you are. You’re a good person, Emma. Trust me,” she winked. “Woman’s intuition.”

Emma narrowed her eyes and studied the crazed looking woman standing between her and Jack. The scars on Rin’s hand raised some alarms, but Emma ignored them. She omitted a relief and let go, “Well thank you. Can you talk some sense into my brother?”

Moments later, with the visitors gone, Rin sat down in Emma’s place. “Thank you is a start,” she teased Jack.

He rolled his eyes and slowly turned in her direction to face her dead on. The intensity of his eyes took Rin by surprise. “Thank you,” the sarcasm poured like a waterfall.

Rin took off her other glove. “Now, Mr-”

“Jack is fine.”

“Jack. Tell me,” Rin feigned a German accent, “Und why do zey sink you are crazy.”

He blinked slowly.

“You got sectioned. What bullshit excuse did they force you to believe? Because it seems like Lovely Emma is desperate to get you out, and we know how hard that is.”

Jack took an impossibly deep breath, “Schizo-effective disorder with some dissociation, post traumatic stress disorder, non-suicidal self injury disorder and depression.”

“Fuck me, that's a trail mix of bonkers. Now ask me”

Jack closed his eyes. They were shut for so long that Rin was certain he had fallen asleep having given in to his meds. His hunched, thin body sort of folded a bit in on itself. A moment of possible self-soothing when he started to sway.

“Jack?” Rin's tone fell quietly with concern. She poke his arm carefully avoiding touching the skin. “Darling what cocktail did these quacks put you on.” She was an expert after all these years; if the drugs were working, no way would he be this much of a zombie.

Green blank eyes hidden behind enviable eyelashes attempted to focus “Seroquel. Clozapine?” His words start to slur a bit. “Fine. How fucking barmy are you?”

“Well,” the young woman softened, “I have suicidal ideations with self-injury tendencies myself, severe clinical depression, a bit of the old borderline personality disorder and wait for it..” she practically whispered a few inches from Jack’s face, “total emotional attachment to partners.”

The skin around Jack’s eyes crinkled as he squinted just enough to indicate his hazed brain was trying to process everything Rin just unloaded. His lips parted to speak but he paused resulting in a gobsmacked expression. “You’re barking.”

“Says the sexy scarecrow with journo clippings of dead boys.” Rin pursed her lips and crossed her arms, “Why are you really in here Jack.”

“I’m fucking mad.” It was matter of fact.

“To quote the Cheshire Cat, we’re all mad here, love. Look at me,” she held her hands aloft to display gnarled and prominent scars covering both hands in their entirety. “I developed a gift or two by primary school. See I can touch a person, and I know what they are feeling. Except it.. It goes deeper than that. I can PICTURE their true selves. It’s a bit overstimulating, but no one can lie to me. Not really. Doesn’t do much for my sex life. Or lack of one really. Honestly, you put a cock in your mouth only to find out the guy you’re with is fantasizing about slitting your throat and wanking in your blood.”

Jack shook his head, “Jesus christ.”

“Well yes! My parents were religious zealots, right? They got wind of my gifts. Tried to use me in the church, but I rebelled. Long story short, darling Mumsy and Papa decided if they may be stuck my hands in boiling grease I wouldn’t be able to use it anymore. It’s not in my hands though. It’s in my skin,” Rin smiled almost pleasantly. “Sometimes I get a bit over the edge. I stop shielding myself from the pure air around folks, I suffocate in it. Then,” now she held out her wrists, “I have my little accidents.”

Jack’s mouth hung agape. His brows furrowed in confusion, “You are off you’re fucking nut.”

“That’s all relative. Now, you can tell me why they REALLY sectioned you. What power or ability are they masquerading as mental illness, or I can find out my way.” Rin shrugged.

“Why the fuck do you care? I’m sleeping at night. I have food and a bed and a shower.”

“Und electro-shock zerapy, und coma inducing psychopharmaceuticals, und most importantly you has lost your voice und a chance to harness your ability correctly.” that mock German accent again. “You shouldn’t be here, Jack. Emma certainly doesn’t think so, and neither do I. You’re special. Or that bitch shrink wouldn’t have made you the living dead.”

Jack snorted followed by a rather loud. “Just fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. FUCK OFF!” he screamed in Rin’s face. Not once did she flinch, arms crossed again in a challenge. Disgusted by her, Jack kept bellowing his words thick with anger and cotton from the meds, “I DON'T BELONG OUT THERE EITHER! I DON'T BELONG IN HERE! I DON’T FUCKING BELONG ANYWHERE. HE’S DEAD. SHE’S DEAD. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF THE CUNTS IS DEAD! DEAD DEAD DYING! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!”

He shot up out of the chair to leave, but Rin caught his large hand. Skin to skin, hands so small together they barely covered just his one. Instantly her body stiffened as she gasped for air. Tears immediately stung her eyes as she crammed them shut. There in her mind was just a large body of water. Ocean waves crashed overhead as she sank far below the surface. Dark, cold, horrifying that sensation of being drowned. Rin choked on the last bit of oxygen in her lungs and started to suffocate. The hand she held brought her mind’s eye around to opening under the water to see Jack floating near-motionless in front of her. It took all of her strength to push against the tide towards him where she held his face in her hands. Death and decay flashed above them, the dead peering down from boats just waiting for Jack to return to the surface.

Rin strained to convey that tiny bit of hope Emma had passed along to her earlier as she pressed her forehead into Jack’s in the icy deep. There was no reason in particular that she was drawn to him. Not in the hospital or here trying to save him from drowning slowly. Was he attractive, undoubtedly, but that wasn’t all or it. Maybe it was now that she knew he was a messenger, a harbinger of death. That was itself a form of an empathic gift. Or it was just compassion.

Suddenly Jack’s eyes burst open. In that languid way your body moves underwater, he pushed her away. His arms and legs thrashed around in a panic as if he only just realized he was allowing this place to kill him. There was an instant loss, and Rin’s inner self slammed into a brick wall. The physical Jack had severed the connection between her body and his. To resurface that suddenly forced Rin gulping in blessed oxygen that she never really lost. It was an illusion, where the two of them had been. He really had shoved her back though, she realized that now. Storming out of the visitation center, Jack left Rin alone to cry.

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Several days later

Rin lounged against the wall outside of Jack’s room with her gloves firmly in place. Patients weren’t SUPPOSED to fraternize outside of the common rooms, but Rin had been here a few times before. She knew which orderlies and nurses to finess, and which to avoid. In this case Jerry was the giant, affable St Bernard of a man that kept watch in this particular hallway.

“Wren back so soon?” he teased. “What are you doing hanging around the human handbook for the recently deceased?”

“Delightful, Jer. How is he? I mean really.” Rin hooked her thumb in the direction of the room.

“Easiest patient I’ve dealt with on account of he rarely speaks, pops his meds and keeps to himself. Gave us a bit of a row when he first got here, but I like the guy. I don’t know what to believe though. His sister’s been sniffing around administratives.” The orderly shrugged his massive shoulders. “Heard you took quite the piss on visitation day.”

“I didn’t take the piss!”

“Did ya do your handsy thing,” Jerry made jazz hands.

Rin’s eyes almost rolled back in her head, but suddenly there was a figure in the doorway which caused her to jump. “How about we don’t talk about the nutter like he isn’t 10 feet away and only 27 years old?” Jack insisted. His arms crossed and shoulders sagged in their usual way.

“Can we talk?”

Before Jack could truly answer, Rin had already pushed past him and sat down on his bed. His mouth hung somewhat agape before he eventually joined her. Jack attempted to sit close, just for some human contact, but the young woman beside him shied away.

“Right,” a retort. “You’ve started being just as bloody fucking annoying as they were.”

Startled, “Who?”

“You know those.. Schizo delusions I’m here for.”

“The dead?”

Jack’s green eyes narrowed and Rin knew there was a sarcastic remark just sitting there waiting to be released. Instead he curled his posture as if he was trying to fold in on himself. Make himself smaller, less noticeable. “Dissociations sparked by my father’s suicide.”

“Psycho babble bullshit jargon. Congratulations, you’ve become a parrot.” Rin waved her hand, “Jack has anyone ever-.” There was a hesitation.

“Has anyone ever what? Go on, enlighten me then”

Rin started stripping her gloves off but thought better of it. A sense of foreboding, of drowning and clutching her chest for hair flashed across her mind. The loneliness emanated from Jack without her touch. That empathic conduction of her skin. Reaching instead to place the soft leather against his cheek, her thumb brushed his bottom lip. Her eyes searched for him in that moment where time stood still before a mouth replaced a thumb.

To not only Rin’s surprise but his own, Jack didn’t recoil. His body relaxed as instinct took hold. There was a fervor in hands that got tangled up in hair. Tongues fought each other as arms made their way around bodies in an embrace. They held one another tight, the desperation apparent.

The spell broke when Jack laid Rin down on the bed and let his warm mouth trail down her neck. He was awkward and hungry like a teenager. He fumbled around her chest to attempt massaging her breast.

A snort came from Rin simply to hide the panic of rushing water when Jack’s lips came into contact with her skin. Maybe hers found it easier to beg off that inner eye from opening, but now she didn’t have a choice. They weren’t as deep with the surface just rippling only a few inches away.

Before she started to lose oxygen again, Rin began to squirm. “ Stop. Please?”

Jack sat up and faced forward as if nothing had transpired. His cheeks flushed and a hand tugged at his tee-shirt embarrassingly then stuffed between his legs. He blinked a few times as he breathing calmed.

“I only came to ask you if anyone had ever shown you affection. Held you. Emma.. Emma” Rin inhaled deeply as she forced Jack to hold her glove hand. “I know she sort of longs to hug you.” Back on his cheek to make him look at her. “Obviously I got my answer,” she laughed.

Jack silently replied by pushing his forehead into Rin's. They laid down again this time with their heads on his pillow legs and arms tangled up in each other. Jack nuzzled the edge of his nose into the skin behind her ear; her breath caught. Then the couple seemingly melted together.

“Jack you seem less-” fingers twisted up in his curls.

“Like a walking coma patient?” hand gripped the thick of her thigh. Then reaching a shelf above Rin Jack seized one of those creepy glass paperweights housing a floating tarantula. Turning it over underneath to show a tiny white envelope. “I started hiding my meds. Pass them along to my sister when she visits.”

Just under the surface of the water, still struggling for air exploded before Rin's eyes. Perhaps she had passed something between Emma and Jack. Was it her own faith that was transmitted to him? That first touch that woke him up after all this time.

The next few weeks became a game of trial and error. Of how little or much Rin and Jack could consume of each other. Kissing was no longer an issue once the meds began to wear off, lips and tongues and mouths. It felt more like standing ankle deep in a bathtub. Warm and comforting; it was Jack that was overpowering.

Eager to make up for a very long very lost amount of time. He stumbled along Rin's body uneasily because of how little clothing she removed at first. Not that he was in a rush to reveal what was underneath his oversized shirt and sweatpants. He wasn’t the one recoiling when the stimulation overwhelmed.

“I'll take off my shirt. Touch me here, but where the fabric of my bra is. Tease the nipple with just your fingertips. No that's.. maybe under? Touch them. Oh God. Now your mouth. Right there. Are you.. you took your shirt off too?” (She marveled at how defined, muscular Jack's body seemed despite his slight stature)

Jack took initiative now and slid his fingers inside of Rin. He pumped them a few times guided by her ``Oh.. maybe you can touch me.. Do you feel.. It’s like a bud or a kernel.. Here let me.. It’s just right.. OH GOD. Right like.. ” And she would ride his hand and fingers that circled that bud.

Rin would cry out in surprise. Her body exploded in ecstasy. They weren't drowning anymore. Just swimming, bobbed under the water and surface. It was the sense-memory of suffocating, coupled with the dazzling pleasure of Jack's warm tongue as it teased her nipples, his strong fingers teasing her clit at the same time. His hot skin meshed with hers washed out by fear. She apologized as they scrambled to arrange themselves.

“Don't think I'm going anywhere for quite some time, my love.” His words changed with the possessive my in lieu of the once meaningless sentiment. He would steal a chaste kiss from Rin whose cheeks flushed to match his own as he made that familiar adjustment between his legs. In the future, Rin would come to him without a bra but reluctant to take her shirt off when Jack kept on never minding.

Jerry became an ally of sorts. He always had been on Rin's side after she read him her second section. It wasn't difficult to get him to believe in Jack's abilities. Staff has whispered down the corridors that Jack had suddenly found himself aware of a suicide attempt. That dead reporter Emma mentioned, his fiancé had taken more pills than Rin ever fathomed any number of her attempts. (She had a flare for dramatics: slit wrists) Jerry mentioned Jack had a tantrum the likes of a toddler screaming the name Sarah whatever over and over, pounding his fists into his head to make whatever haunted him. Sure enough, this Sarah was found nearly having bled out and foaming at the mouth.

“How would he even fucking know, poppet? Not unless Jack really was chatting up her dead fiancé “ As if that was all he needed, Jerry turned his back and caused distractions all the nights the Empath and her Beautiful Broken Man longed to be together.

It was stunning the way Jack learned to manipulate the system. Only Rin, and reluctantly Jerry, knew he pocketed his meds. Safely tucked away in those ugly arachnid globes in the pockets or purse of Billy and Emma. He started talking more in group therapy and far less in private sessions. Engaged in conversations with his sister and nephew, true ones that resulted in a simple smile or a laugh free from a facetious tone. To the staff and doctors those fucking psychopharmeceuticals worked. To Jack’s sister and nephew and whatever Rin was to him, there was a slowly lifting weight making the air around him lighter. Yet Rin kept her hands to herself.

More trial and error. In the midst of fervent kisses, Rin took Jack in her hand. A stroke or two was all she got in before he spasmed and came. The mortification that flashed in his eyes as he curled in a fetal position between her and the wall while she whispered reassurances in his ear. Touching him, caressing him and eventually taking him into her mouth became easier and longer with practice and patience.

They laughed into each other’s mouths before Rin let her tongue trail down over his stomach. Anxiously Jack took off his pants and boxers, lying backwards. He held the back of her head, moaned and twisted as she licked and sucked on him. His hips bucked and thrust upwards.

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Present Day, Again

“Would it be so bad? I just want to feel you under me without fuckin clothes.” Jack took a chance and kissed Rin. Tongue pushed inside of her, but she stiffened. “Sweetheart,” now he whispered, just his fingertips brushed her cheek. “Please, love, just touch me?”

Rin took a moment to think. He wasn’t drowning anymore. She could push that old feeling out of her third eye and bury herself in new ones. She took a hold of her shirt and tossed it on the floor. She took the erection that twiced against her thigh and held it just outside of her pulsating and ready sex. With hands that sunk into her vunerable skin, Jack buried himself inside of her.

That fire from Emma all that time ago poured from Jack’s body into hers. It pushed back the water as he pumped rhythmically into Rin. Building into a frenzy quickly, his pelvis crashed into hers before she could really come around to what was happening. It briefly conquered the fears from before; caused hot tears to spring to her eyes that flowed uncontrolled down her cheeks.

In his fervor, Jack noticed and bent to kiss them away. The gesture she had made that first time, a thumb brushed across her cheek and lower lip as he slowed his pace. Wren,” he took to calling her that tentatively. “What is it?”

Before she could answer, Jack became distracted by something in the corner of the room. Eyes passed between Rin and whatever it was that she couldn’t fathom or see. She took his chin and focused it on her as they crashed together and apart again in another wave of building friction. It was too late though, he had abruptly pulled out and away from her.

“NO! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE! CAN’T I HAVE ONE MOMENT OF FUCKING HAPPINESS WITHOUT ONE OF YOU LOOMING OVER ME LIKE A FUCKING PERV.” He used fists to beat out a rhythm on his temples as he scurried to the corner of his bed with knees up to his chest.

In the frenzy, Rin had been knocked to the floor. Jerry had rushed in, he was never too far away just in case. In a whirlwind, he picked Rin up with one hand and with the other attempted to intervene between Jack's fists and his head. What could either of them do? If attention was drawn to the room, surely the doctors would realize Jack had gone unmedicated for weeks. Jerry’s eyes wide gestured towards Rin’s hands. She shook her head, but Jack carried on.

“Go on Jenny Wren, there has to be something your hands can do. I’ll lose my job and you’ll be separated. They’ll put him back in the Zoo.” He was already yanking her arms forward and trying to remove her gloves before she could consent.

Rin knew The Zoo. It being rooms that could be monitored with two way mirrors. You got a bed and a blanket. They controlled when the lights came on and when they turned them off. No privilege, no real structure. They fed you, bathed you, and gave you “playtime” when they said. No matter how you suffered from mental illness no one deserved that. She would never forgive herself.

“JERRY LET ME DO IT MYSELF!” Rin bellowed if only to out yell Jack and his fit. “Make her go away! LEAVE ME ALONE” he cried underneath her. Her hands free, she flexed them a few times before joining Jack on the bed. She clutched his forearms and struggled to get a grip enough to pull them away from self-harm. “JACK! YOU HAVE GOT TO FUCKING STOP, MY DARLING.” She slid her hands over his temples before he could punch them anymore. She used the heels of her palms and pressed.

It was immediate, the way her mind opened to him. This time he was floating along the tide in a boat surrounded by what Rin could only guess were dead people. They grabbed and tugged on Jack’s clothes. Rin sat on the other side from him between two oars; she used one to swat at the ghosts who tried to pull them back in. But there, walking along the surface, was a beautiful young woman. Blonde hair flowed in waves down her back. Sarah.

“You said we would be together, Jack.” She was angry. “That’s what you told him when he warned you I overdosed. I survived that attempt, but not the second one. Where is he Jack? Why isn’t he here waiting for me?”

Jack stood up and the boat began to dangerously rock. Rin took his hand and he squeezed it in return. He bellowed at the dead woman, “YOU SURVIVED AND HE MOVED ON. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU BEING FUCKING STUPID, SARAH. WHAT I TOLD YOU WAS MEANT TO EASE YOUR GUILT. HE LOVED YOU. YOU WERE SO LOVED. HE DIDN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR MISTAKES. YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME ALONE. ALL OF YOU. I’M FUCKING DONE. MOVE ON. GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE OF MY KIND. AND FUCK OFF BILLY TOO, MATE.”

“Jack?” Rin spoke softly. The hands gripped her tight in place of him. They started to pull her in with him because he was useless now. He stood up to them for possibly the first time in twenty years. They would take her instead then.

Jack seized Rin’s body before she could go over in his place. He held her fast and tight and shielded her from them. “NO. You don’t fucking get ANYONE I love. Not Billy. Not Emma. Not Martin. No Wren or Rin. AND YOU DON’T FUCKING GET ME ANYMORE.” He took the oar up in his free hand and swung it around the bodies in the water. He jabbed it forward like a sword at Sarah still pacing the side of the boat. “GO, SARAH. HE’S WAITING FOR YOU. I PROMISE THIS TIME” Jack insisted and pleaded.

Then it was so silent it deafened both Jack and Rin as they clung to one another in the boat. In a flash and explosion, they separated and landed back on the bed in the room in an institution. Jerry panted and pawed at the two of them dazed and uncertain. Jack blinked a handful of times with no recollection of what just took place in his head and Rin’s. They never knew or remembered Rin had learned.

Jack scoured the room for any sign of Sarah or anyone else. He rubbed his eyes a few times then sighed heavily. “I.. I want to go back to my room now.” It was matter of fact.

Jerry nodded and helped him back into his clothes. Jack stumbled a bit but managed to kiss Rin sweetly before being led away and down the hall. Rin knew Jerry would probably give him something to help him sleep at least for the night and probably into tomorrow. She was afraid Jack had woken up a second time. Not just from his nightmare of the last twenty years, but whatever happened between them. It was a price she had to pay sometimes when she helped. There was something Rin longed to say earlier. What made her cry was an ember somewhere deep inside of Jack that he had never experienced before. For the first time in his life, he had hope.

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Smashing Pumpkins

A Kostas Family Slice of Life

Warnings- a little bit of spice, but mostly family fun.

A/N- A bit of Halloween chaos in the Kostas household ends with hopeful, bittersweet news. For @sheehalloween

Honey held the spoon up near her eyeline. She used the very end of her nail to pull it back and aimed it in Leon's direction. He was so focused on the task at hand, so ignorant to what was about to happen, she almost hesitated. Almost.

Instead she let her finger go and watched as a spoonful of pumpkin guts and seeds sailed across the kitchen table. To her absolute delight, it hit Leon squarely in the nose and mouth.

Leon closed his eyes, inhaled and huffed a small amount of the squash out of his nostrils. The air in the kitchen grew very still. Like the quiet before battle, and Honey was the shot heard around the world. Or kitchen rather. Even the Littles ceased to make a sound.

They had frozen except for little eyes bright and green soft and brown that vollied between parents. Sunny with his own spoon held aloft next to his head. Selina up to her shoulder inside her pumpkin.

They saw the slight curve of their mama’s mouth into a smile. One eyebrow arched and her fist placed on one of her hips she had jutted out. Honey cocked her head to the side. Like she dared her husband to retaliate.

Two little dark heads turned in unison towards Leon. He managed to scrape most of the stringy meat into his hand then walked around the table to Honey. Stray bits left behind in his mustache and beard made it difficult for her to maintain composure.

There was an audible inhale. Honey's heart began to race in her chest in anticipation. Leon stopped only a few inches away and towered over her. She could feel the heat that constantly radiated from him. The scent of eucalyptus and lavender filled her nose.

It was embarrassing how her cheeks still flushed and the blood flowed directlly between her thighs just being near him. A hundred times a day they occupied the same space.

But in this moment there was an air of anticipation. That split second to make a choice that fractures into endless possibilities. The crackle before a kiss or a slap, that's where Honey thrived.

Leon reached behind into Selina’s Jack O’ Lantern and dug around. She still didn't make a sound beyond a giggle. He turned to Honey with just a hint of mischief in his eyes. There was an electric moment where he brought his mouth close enough to kiss.

Honey was so distracted that she could only blink when the massive handful of guts and goo and seeds was suddenly mashed into her chest. Leon took special care to get as much as he could in her cleavage and on her breasts, fingertips brushing her nipples into little buds.

“YOU'RE TOUCHING HER BOOBIES!” Sunny brooke the silence with his elated observation.

“Sunny!” Selina scolded her little brother. “Mommies and daddies touch each other's secret parts, Sunny. It's allowed. Tio says it's because it feels extra special when someone you love does it.”

But Honey gasped (ignoring her children) from the sensation and how cold the pumpkin was. The way Leon cupped one breast to massage it gently. He pulled her flush to his body with his free arm wrapped around her waist. Leon leaned over and bent her back for a kiss, but Honey was quicker.

“Asshole!” she exclaimed. She had a fistful of stuff from her chest that she shoved in Leon's face and rubbed it into every astonished inch.

Honey bit her bottom lip expecting anything. Yet somehow not Leon’s mouth capturing her own. His tongue and pumpkin filled her. She returned the gesture by letting her own tongue wage a battle. Their bodies molded together with Leon growing hard against Honey's stomach.

A sickening splat startled them apart. There was a wad of pumpkin guts dripping down Leon's neck and back. He turned slowly towards the Littles. Sunny had a devil’s grin on his face, and round two hauled back in his little hand. It sailed across the table directly onto Selina who squealed. That was all anyone needed.

Pumpkins and seeds flew in every direction. Neither of the kids could scoop and throw fast enough. Sunny started double fisting it and threw everything simply at random. giggles peeled from him like bells.

Selina was a little more strategic. She used the lid of her Jack o’Lantern as a shield or ducked down under the table. Then caught her parents unaware while they were busy with her little brother. Her laughter was just as magical to her parents’ ears.

Meanwhile Leon used his wife as a shield. He swung her dramatically from side to side to her amusement until she snorted. Selina and Sunny stared at their mama in bewilderment until she did it again. Then chaos took over.

Honey turned in Leon's arms with her back to the table. He trapped her. His hips began to grind gently into her own when he bent to kiss her throat. His tongue traced over her skin to find her pulsating vein. He grazed it with his teeth then turned his head to spit out a seed.

It was a split second, her hands roamed up his arms and shoulders. One tangled up in the stay hairs that escaped the messy bun he had gathered the rest of it in. Her other one ran back down his chest and was so inconspicuous about palming Leon's cock he lost his breath from how sudden. His response was moaning muffled by the top of Honey's head he pretended to kiss.

“Alright you little ghouls, am-scray. Find Topo and tell him it's time for you lot to get a move on.”

Leon's command came out raspy. Which was a feat of itself. His cock was hard to the point of bewilderment. Just a touch, a kiss, the promise of sex from Honey, and he was found wanting. Best not in front of the children.

“Come on Sunny, let's find Klaus.”

The kids rounded the corner and a frenzy took up behind them. Honey worked to unbutton Leon's jeans to get a grip on his entire length. Her touch made him visibly shiver. Their lips danced and tongues swayed back and forth. Her fingertips worked at a frenetic pace on the head then twisted down the shaft. She worked up a slick friction.

Leon growled into Honey's mouth. He stooped to gather her skirt up over her waist before pushing her up on the table. She laid back for him to yank her towards the edge. He darted two fingers inside of her sex pleased at how easy it always was to make her wet. His thumb pressed her clit then started an agonizing pleasurable circle.

Honey's back bowed. She managed to keep her cries as silent as possible knowing the kids weren't really that far away. Their kitchen didn't have a door to close. She locked her legs around Leon's waist and used them to bring him forward towards her entrance.

“Mad little thing, aren't we?”

Leon held his cock in hand. His free one held her thigh parallel to the tabletop. It was so much easier to tease her with the tip this way.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Fuck me whot?” He dragged himself along her folds.

“Hard?” Leon snorted. “Please. Before Klaus loses control over the kids.” (Which he did often back then.) “Please?” Honey begged.

It was all Leon needed before he slid up to the hilt inside of Honey. He felt her tighten around him already. Their rhythm reached a fever pitch immediately. Neither was sure how sturdy the table was beneath them with pumpkins rolling off to the floor.. They usually preferred the counter for a quicky in the kitchen.

“Are you gonna cum already?” Leon was chuffed. He used Honey's hips as an anchor to all but ram into her.

“Mmm,” was all she got out. Her body began to to coil.

“RAAAAWWWWR! I'M A WILD THING!!” a small voice cried from the doorway.

Leon and Honey froze. Not in the best position. Him still inside of her. Her blinking at the ceiling and praying to melt into the table and for an oblivious Kindergartener.

“Holy crap, Nico! How did you get away-” There was a pause. “Oh, we tricking and treating?”

Klaus stared at the couple with a lecherous grin on his face. He leaned in the kitchen doorway and ignored the little boy who stomped around roaring. “Honey's doing a little trick, and Leon's giving her a full sized candy bar.”

His British doppelgänger grimaced. It was then he noticed his little boy with 2/3rds of his body missing inside of the giant buffalo hat? Head? Taken from Renatis’s mansion for no discernible reason. And, said child, was completely nude.

Sunny stopped only because he banged into the kitchen cabinets. "Look, my willy's out!" He turned on his little heels and the hat resembled a spinning top. Little hips did little wiggles to emphasize his nakedness.

“Ok you little exhibitions rugrat, leave your parents to it. You have your entire life to get your kit off.” Klaus guided Sunny from the room.

“You like having your willy out, right Tio?”

“Unequivocally, my good sir.” The voices faded down the hallway.

“Un.. eh.. eh.. quiz.. a.. volley.” Klaus could be heard laughing in spite of himself.

The mood killed, Leon climbed off Honey and helped her sit up. He ran his hands along her calves absently and rolled his eyes. “You really want more of them?”

“Sunnys?” she teased. “He's a weird little shit, but aren't we all?” She stood to wrap her arms around Leon's waist for a hug. Her ear to his chest so she could hear his heartbeat.

“You'll have your fill of us one day,” Leon said a bit cryptic. He shook his head. “More kids.”

He stroked her hair. Kissing her forehead, he felt a sort of whiplash. Throwing pumpkin and making mess to an insatiable desire to consume every inch of his wife to fucking her to being gentle and affectionate.

“I know Selina and Nicklaus have each other. They're closer than my brothers, sister and I ever were, and we get on great. Mostly.” Honey looked up at Leon. “Sometimes I look at Sugar and realize that's our love in the form of a little girl. And Sunny is more like you than you want to believe. I feel like I'm drowning in how much I love them.

Leon held Honey's face. “They're so loud and smelly and disruptive and hungry all the time and selfish.”

“You don't want anymore?” Honey worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Another whiplash. Her eyes seemed to plead with him.

“Look, that's just me describing Klaus. I love the Littles.” Honey looked unconvinced. About to cry even. He kissed her softly. Then enveloped her in a hug. “I'm just having a moment. I promise. That's all, love.”

“NICKLAUS!!” A shout interrupted them again. “You're not supposed to hit Pebbles with your club! Stop!”

Maniacal giggles followed “BAM! BAM!!”

“Mama should've made you Dino!! Knock it off, or I'll make you!”

Leon looked down at his wife and blinked several times. Like he was resetting himself, or proving a point to Honey. She gave him a playful shove and turned around to start cleaning. Or pretended to.

“Good,” she said with a quiet, hopeful tone. Honey reached behind herself to reach for Leon's hand. She placed it just below her stomach. “Because I'm pregnant.”

Thing was, to her heartbroken dismay, Honey's body would play more tricks on her than it would give her treats.

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[angst-fairygodmother]

I just watched The Messenger after some coworkers said it's a good Halloween movie. But omg it's so sad. Do you have any recs for fics from it?

Ah Jack...poor Jack

I would start with @miss-kittys-magical-library. She has put a lot of care and love into giving Jack a whole post-movie life, and both a girlfriend and boyfriend who love and support him. And it's so so good (and she was kind enough to let me play in her world for a bit last winter, for which I am so grateful).

@iamsexytrash also has a lovely fic, where Jack finds a kindred soul

And @robertsheehanownsmyass has a few pieces for him, which are lovely fluff and largely involve doing what we'd I think all like to do, and just Take Care of Him.

~

I can see why The Messenger would be a Halloween thing because of the ghosts and murder, and it's got a bit of a spooky vibe (especially the abandoned amusement park, and the field in his mind?).

But if you are looking for more traditional horror/thriller I would recommend Demons Never Die, which is very Scream-esque slasher film or, of course, Bad Samaritan.

Thanks so much for the question :)

[misskittysmagicportal]

🥹 Jack was my first love. Before Leon. But yes! You can find my stories in my Master List (alphabetical!). And @robertsheehanownsmyass it's in her Halloween GIF special list!

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Thank you thank youuuuu so much for the rec! 🖤🖤🖤

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Hey! 💜 Wondering if you might know where I could find any of the following? The Young Offenders’ Rob episode, Richard III, or Endgame in full? I got a tip that you might. 🙏

Hi! I haven't been in the fandom for a while so I'm definitely out of the loop, but I did post my sources back in the day on this post. It doesn't contain any of his theater work because to my knowledge none of his plays are available to watch. It's also very out of date so I checked my sources and here is what I found:

The Young Offenders Christmas episode used to be on DailyMotion, but it looks like it isn't there anymore. You can watch it on BBC's online player here, but it only works if you're in the UK. But honestly, if you have his clips, you don't need to watch the whole episode. I had no clue what was going on as I'd never watched the show before; I gathered that it was about a pair of idiots who kind of stumble into situations, like an Irish Jay & Silent Bob, but you're honestly not missing much. (clips: x x) The only scene I can't find right now is the scene at the end when there's a sort of revolution style barricade in the street, and Rob moons the crowd and waves a flag about like Enjolras. I'm sure it's out there somewhere if you dig around.

As for Richard III, I never was able to dig up any of his plays. I know it's a meager consolation prize, but have you seen Dicky? It's a short; it's just one of R3's soliloquies, not the whole play, sadly. But it's certainly interesting. That's on Youtube here.

Endgame was after I left the fandom so I don't have any info for you; I'd just be googling it like everyone else. But some theater companies have started posting plays online to watch for a fee since the pandemic, so maybe it's out there? If anyone knows where to find Endgame can you let @firstpersonnarratoror know? Thanks y'all! The same goes for The War of the Roses.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

WIP Wednesday!

The Library has a nice size list of "Coming Soon" stories for readers (Hello new ones!) that I hope to spread out over the next few months. That list can be found here:

WIP Game Tagged by @angst-fairygodmother ☺️ Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or r

Now if anyone has questions, comments or hell even requests! The Library box is always open for you. Feel free to make it anonymous or from your accounts! The Librarian is usually in. 😉

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

do you think you'll start writing again? since you've been reblogging stuff again

Hi there! I wanted to poke my head up when season three came out, just to sort of say "howdy," but it's unlikely I will be doing any more writing any time soon. I hoped I'd get the urge to write again but it just hasn't happened. Thanks for stopping by!

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Tupelo Honey

Word count- 3400

Warnings- slightly graphic description of childbirth, mentions gun violence, m!f oral sex

A/N- After a year and a half, the origin of Honey and Leon comes to an end with a death, a dramatic birth and the emergence of a villain who would haunt the Kostas family for the next fifty years.

Special Note- To @bisexualnathanyoung @magic-multicolored-miracle @robertsheehanownsmyass @elliethesuperfruitlover and @messengeronthemoon (wherever you may be) thank you from the bottom of my heart. Leon and Honey would've been nothing but three chapters without you.

Chapter 6- Dream A Little Dream of Me

How did they get here? Leon thought. Racing through the French countryside towards God knows where. His gut told him no one was following. No one was left to come for them.

Ella was doing her level best to ignore what was taking place besides her. The window rolled down and she smoked casually with one hand out of it. She tried to stroke Honey's hair while the pregnant woman cried out every so often. The anguish happened faster as Tom sped along.

“Mate, I think you best stop. She's doing my head in.” Jonny announced from the passenger seat.

“Oh it wasn't from where the fucking SHOT GUN HIT YOU IN THE FACE AFTER SHOOTING BLINDLY IN A GUN FIGHT YOU POMPOUS, BRITISH HOWDY DOODIE?!” Honey screamed from the backseat. She clawed at his face while scrambling for his collar to yank him back in between the seats. “YOU SHOT ME YOU CUNT!”

Honey laughed. She had no choice. A piercing, maddening sound escaped her in the midst of contractions. “It was under control. I had him. I had that ratty little bastard. You fucked up so bad Thorpe. We killed Leon.” Her laughter turned to hysterical tears.

However many hours ago, the quickening happened in the chaos. Watching it turned to shit, Selina wanted to make her debut. Two weeks early. Then she was out of her body in the middle of a slaughter. There was Kidman and Jonny and the cold steel in her hands. Kickback that drove a gun back into her stomach and Jonny’s into his own face. In the center with a look of shock was Leon.

“You died,” she screamed around her most painful contraction yet.

“Did I?” Leon hid panic behind amusement. “But I'm here.”

“Don't fuck with me, Kostas. I held you in my arms while you bled to death!!” Honey sat up and tore at Leon's shirt. “Jonny said it's happened before! What does that even mean, Leon?!”

“I think Jonathan’s right, Tom. She's gonna have this baby soon. He ignored her pawing at his skin and begging him to tell her where they were. Where had his wounds gone.

The car came to a stop. A sign for Spanish towns loomed in front of the car. Shotgun pellets poured out of Leon's chest onto the back seat. He winced and smiled with a shrug. She slapped him. Tom lit a cigar.

----

Honey couldn't fathom allowing her daughter, their daughter to be born like this. With her mother cramped in the backseat of a stolen muscle car on the side of some foreign road in the middle of the night. Ella yelled in French as Honey propped against her. Jonny outside the car pacing back and forth with cocaine and a cigarette. At least he was trying to flag down passersby.

Leon between her legs, Honey giggled amidst the searing pain that coursed through her body. That was how she got in this mess. Those curls and wide panicked eyes like the Aegean sea, his mouth agape like usual. She could tell, as she screamed through a contraction, that he was thinking. Processing the situation as she braced a foot on his chest.

Then Leon opened his hand and stared at his palm. He held it up, "Is my hand too big?"

"ARE YOU STILL TRIPPING?!" Honey screamed. Then pain tore through her and she screamed for that. She felt pressure, her body said push. She refused.

"No! I read about.. Nevermind." Without asking Leon took the palm of his hand and pressed it to Honey's vagina. A look of concentration quickly turned to awe. "It's her head. I feel her head. You best push, Gracie."

"Not in this nasty Chevy I won't. I'll stand in that field and let it all come out of my snatch in the dirt before I do it here." She cried and struggled and crawled out of the car.

Honey stumbled and each footstep felt like knives. Her body was wrenching apart as she hurried past Kidman. He had fallen silent save for inhales of his cigar. He grabbed her by the waist and she cried out in frustration and kicked out to get away, but Tom was so much stronger.

"Dollface You ain't birthing your daughter in the dirt. Stand above this." He took his suit jacket and laid it on the ground at her feet. "Now fucking stand here for Leon. Let him take care of you."

"Why do you care?" Honey grunted as she pitched forward into Kidman's chest.

"Against my better fucking judgment, I like the skinny bastard. Now stop being such a bitch and let us help."

So Honey did. She stood with her back to the man who resembled a disgruntled lion and reached for Leon. They tangled their arms together and she steadied herself.

A primal scream escaped from Honey's mouth as she listened to her body. Her baby. Leon's mindless comforting babble drowned out by it as she looked up at the sky and understood everything.

Those creation myths where some god split in two and his children tumbled out of him. Honey did that, cleaved in two. Except it wasn't children that sprang from her body as Leon got down on his knees to pull a living being from her. Her body had torn in half and she had given birth to the moon.

I'm delirious, she thought as Leon cried and Tom laughed. A strange sound drowned out by the screams coming from Leon's arms. She sank to the grass and Kidman followed hoping to soften the blow. Leon joined in the slowest of motions beside her.

"Here she is, love," Leon whispered and handed Honey their daughter.

As Honey laid in the grass with Selina cradled in her arms, her umbilical cord still connected mother to daughter, she thought back to the start. How there was a future where this baby was a beautiful grown woman. That she would have Leon's nose and untamed hair and stillness. But there would be a fire under her skin, a tilt to her chin and Honey's dark eyes full of defiance.

"She told me I was going to go away. That we would get separated." Honey traced along the baby's lips which also belonged to Leon.

Honey realized Leon was yelling at Jonny to give him his shoelaces. Jonny was bitching that they were Ferragamo. Kidman was handing Leon a switchblade and walking him through the next steps he had seen at a war hospital in Saigon. Leon stopped to jab the tip of the blade in Jonny's shin.

"Give me the cunting shoelace, Thorpe. Or I'll do what The Iron Monger never could, cut your willy off."

Honey laughed maniacally as Jonny obliged. Her head swam from blood loss and pain and hunger. The baby wailed, and in her daze the new mother instinctively pulled her breast free from her shirt and held it to the newborn's mouth. Selina took it easier than Honey ever anticipated.

"C'est une petite fille heureuse. Le miel est déjà une bonne mère," Ella called from her position by the car. A tinge of green to her porcelain skin could be seen in the moonlight. She looked disgusted from the sight of the birth.

"As for the woman you met, Gracie?" Leon spoke gently as he tied off the cord. "Her past didn't have to be our future. This you stayed. I'm sure there's even a version of us who haven't quite met yet."

Honey was overcome by delirium. She knew she should be happy, and she was. Somewhere. But something was taking her over. It was the sense of fight. She held Selina tight to her body and finally remembered why they were even on the run. The dead bodies scattered and pooled with blood in the hallways. The shock that Leon was in after seeing a man with an axe in his back. Jonny equally terrified from the carnage.

Leon wiped the blade on his jeans and held the cord in his hand. He stared at the ropey organ in his grasp, his free hand clamored at the beard on his face. He tore it off, careful to hide his wincing. The pain was temporary compared to his partner’s. He tossed the umbilical cord into the night along with the fake beard.

Under the moonlight, it was evident to Honey how young he was. They were. Not 20 like Nick and Toula when Leon was born. Or even 23 like Giacomo and Theresa when she was born. How had Theresa spent SIX YEARS consecutively of her life pregnant.

Was it cyclical? Honey thought as she reached between her legs and felt something else protruding from her body. Was that beautiful girl from the future in love with a beautiful boy she met one night? A boy with indescribable eyes and personality? Would their child do the same?

A strange sensation washed over Honey. Like it was true as it settled in her skin and heart. It was a premonition. A circle of lust and love and Honey and Leon. It stretched across time.

She giggled at the notion of endless versions of her and Leon just hooking up and falling in love for eternity. God she fucking loved him, and wanted every woman who came from her to love and be loved by Leon. And she tried to articulate this but instead:

“Leon.. The bag,” Honey attempted to say. The desire to push again overwhelmed her. “The papers and the cash..” she groaned and anchored a foot in the grass. Her other one propped up on his shoulder .

Without really thinking, he held her ankle and kissed it. Honey growled in frustration and pain, “NOT NOW, LEON! Ohhhh, the afterbirth!” A sound like a banshee came from somewhere inside of the small woman.

“Whot?!” Leon panicked, but it was too late. What remained of Honey’s pregnancy has been delivered into his lap. He and Jonny both vomited into the grass together.

Tom stood and lit his cigar again, "This is great and all but kid we gotta move. "I'm not dying on the side of the road in pussy France"

“Silly Tom, they invented the revolution!” Honey giggled drunkenly.

"Yeah, in 1760 something. The Russians did it better. We have to keep moving. At least get you to a hospital."

“Oh. Ok. That's a good idea. My twat hurts really bad."

"No shit?"

"I can't walk."

Tom turned to Leon and barked an order "Kid, you carry Dollface here. I'll take the baby."

"Not if you want me to kill you,” Honey said plain as day and deadly serious.

"There's our girl. Just do it.”

“You called me a bitch."

“Sure did. Give me the baby just till we get going, ok? I'll wrap her up in Leon's cardigan since you ruined my jacket.”

Tom didn't wait for her to hand him the baby, but Honey didn't fight him either. She let him carefully wrap Selina up in that brown monstrosity she begged Leon to ditch. Now it would keep their daughter safe and warm until they could really stop.

Honey trusted Kidman with her life and Selina’s. The ex-fed who chased her out of America was in the running to be Selina’s Godfather. This little family coaxed the good out of everyone.

No matter how many times he had carried her these last two years, Leon’s strength amazed Honey. Not that she was very big at 5’2 and probably 120 pounds due to the baby. He was raised on hard work and fishing boats.

Was that late summer early fall in Mykonos really only two years ago?

Honey’s thoughts were once again nostalgic and intrusive as she stared up at the night sky as it whizzed by overhead. The stars like comets as her fiancé moved with speed, a hint of fear just below the surface. No one had followed them though because Tom left them all dead. Like an old-fashioned cowboy shootout.

She felt her giggles grow into full on laughter with a snort as she pointed heavenwards, "There's very tiny humans in space, you know. It really was a giant leap for small men floating about in all that.. space. Oh.. space!” Then Honey caressed her lover’s cheek and grew serious, “Leon.. you bastards really did fuck all to make it realistic, didn't you?”

His response was one of frustration and dare anyone say anger, "Spot on, poppet. Didn't wanna be there and I was trippin my balls off. Almost literally"

"Buzz buzz!! Let's never get pregnant ever again."

"Is this what I'm like when I'm high? Fuck me, no wonder you get livid. As for the pregnant part, that requires me to wear condoms or you to go on that birth control.”

"We can take our chances,” Honey sounded quite content with her change of mind.

"Wasn't there a boy too, you said?" Leon asked almost as if he had always just been playing along.

Ella had opened the door so that he could lay the new mother down gently in the back seat again. She would slide into the front between Kidman and Jonny who struggled with not smoking around the newborn. Instead he did several bumps of coke from a bag in his coat pocket.

Honey sat up so Leon could sit, and she laid down with her head in his lap. Tom handed the baby off to the new father who placed her on the seat beside Honey’s curled body. His fingers combed through her hair as the car took off to God knows where. They were both drifting weightless to sleep.

"Apollo follows close behind his sister doesn't he?” Honey yawned. She cradled the brown cardigan that swaddled Selina in her arms and kissed the baby’s head. “Remember that olive grove in Greece where we were watched by Artemis? Don't you think she blessed us? Our daughter is the living moon. And our future boy will be.. our sunshine.”

Jonny grimaced from the front seat, "If my parents said that hippie, spiritual shit about me, I’d be LOADS better at being human. Leon she’s fucking mental that. Barmy from blood loss. I think Kidman's right, she needs the hospital."

It was the first time Jonny had spoken besides two words since they left London. He went to continue but the couple in the back were asleep; besides the radio cut them off in Spanish.

“Los estadounidenses han aterrizado en la luna!!” It repeated. The Americans have landed on the moon!

They had done it. They had really fucking done it!

“They sure did.” Kidman was the only one who dared to speak as dawn began to break over the Spanish countryside. He and Jonny stared at each other. “Didn't they?”

--- Six Months Later, Kalafati Greece ---

“No! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT I GOT KNOCKED UP WITH SELINA!” she whispers loudly.

Leon threw Honey over his shoulder then slapped her on the ass. “It isn’t like you’re any less portable.”

He raced into the bedroom. Haphazardly tossing Honey onto the bed they both giggle. Giddy with the prospect of being together for the first time in ages. Touching, kissing, manipulating every blessed inch of sun-darkened skin.

Leon stood at the foot of the bed before grabbing Honey by the calves and roughly tugging so that her thighs enveloped him. He tore at the fabric covering her breasts until they were free. She clamored for his hips, his back. She clawed at him until he bent over and captured a nipple in his mouth.

He coaxed it pert while being acutely aware what the motion may do to a nursing mother. He teased the bud and switched to the other. His favor changed between the both of them rapidly.

Honey arched her back into him. Her hands lost in that wild hair as he blazed over skin. The air hummed and crackled while she moaned. She broke free to twist her grip in the sheets. The other urged him downward.

Leon undid the row of buttons without lifting his head. He bit at her stomach then dipped his tongue inside of her navel. A strangled squeal mixed with a moan escaped Honey. He loved how ticklish she could be.

“Are you alright with me going down on you, love?” The words muddled by Honey's thighs (which he kissed) and the downy hair inside of them. He flicked the tip of his tongue around the entrance.

“Leon,” she called his name. “Please?” That one word was full of want as much as he was hungry for her.

Honey couldn't even be cheeky, making a retort about her parts and the baby like he had anticipated. He dove into her with the desire she could see in him while he gazed up at her face. Watching while he made a lazy circle around her clit for the first time since July.

She undulated. His mouth followed when she started an up and downward motion with her hips. He dragged his tongue along her sex when she came to rest back on the bed. Then the opposite direction when Honey lifted herself. That laziness turned to a speed that made her drunk on Leon.

The sound of someone clearing their throat from the balcony elicited a scream from Honey. Leon scrambled up onto the bed with his arms around her in a protective circle.

“Sorry to interrupt your.. Oral copulation. I do find sexual behavior vulgar, yet fascinating between two people such as yourselves.”

A man who stood a little less or more the same height as Leon stepped out from the shadow of the Bougainvillea that covered the doorframe. Impeccably dressed, a piece of glass covering his left eye caught the moonlight.

Honey could feel Leon's heart beating wildly in his chest, but his body was rigid. Stiff with fight. His biceps and stomach flexed. His grip molded into fists. Her skin pimpled with goose flesh; the hair on her arms and neck stood on end. Like this stranger rode in on a cloud of static electricity

The man stepped forward all the while stroking a groomed mustache and goatee. The mustache curled at the edges that gave him the effect of a Dickensian villain. He used a walking stick with a carved ivory elephant, that Honey knew he certainly did NOT need.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sir-”

“You're the bloody Monocle,” Leon said in disbelief.

“The what?” Honey never took her eyes off the man. “That filthy rich bastard who somehow made a fucking fortune on umbrellas?”

The stranger winced at her coarse language. “Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Mr. Kidman told me you were here after that appalling debacle in London. I believe my colleagues and myself have some things to discuss with you.”

“Uh go fuck yourself, Uncle Pennybags. Isn't there a Monopoly game you escaped from somewhere?”

“Oh yes, he told me you were the.. Spirited, Miss Bartucci. Trust me. You'll want to come with us back to Washington.”

“It's Kostas. We got married. Leon and I aren't fucking going anywhere with a James Bond villain.”

“FASCINATING!! Your spunk is both frustrating and wonderful. Would you like to meet my companion, Pogo?”

Reginald clapped his hands and a chimpanzee appeared from the other room. He too was remarkably dressed, and in his arms he held a bundle rather gently. The bundle suddenly babbled and clutched at the ape’s fur. He cooed and rocked it very much like a human would.

“SELINA!!” Both Leon and Honey screamed. Each launched forward in a singular, synchronized motion.

They reached for the baby, but Pogo hurried away and up over the side of the balcony in a fluid motion. Selina clutched tight to his chest.

A sob racked Honey’s body, but a fire lit under her. She lunged for the billionaire with fingers curled like claws. “GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTER!”

Reginald swatted her wrist with the handle of his cane. Pain shot through Honey; she kept coming until Leon grabbed her by the waist. Instinct told him The Monocle was dangerous. Inhuman.

An emotionless smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “I believe now you'll come willingly?”

So (without much of a choice), they did.

- The End -

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And to @super-unpredictable98 (even though we aren't on speaking terms anymore) you were there once too.

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Klaus, this is your house. Yeah. You just said it.

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BIG Jonny Thorpe “pep” talk energy 😂

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Conversations With Living People

A Little Honey x Leon

Warnings- none really

A/N- Just a small conversation about the events of @angst-fairygodmother latest story. GIF by @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky

Honey contemplated the faint wrinkles around Leon's mouth and permanent etchings that grooved slightly between his eyebrows. He had that look, reserved mainly for midterms and finals these days, while poring over papers sitting at the breakfast nook. She wanted to touch him (always) and kiss the lips parted slightly in concentration instead of drinking her coffee and reading the neverending melancholy that was the New York Times. Maybe entice him into a quicky on the kitchen counter to remind herself they weren't old enough for what she was about to say.

“Jess is pregnant,” her words cut into the silence.

“I know,” Leon didn't even look up. “Problem is, she's not told either of us, has she?” He chewed on his pen while flipping the page in front of him.

“This is Sunny’s baby,” she waited for him to respond.

“Tell me you didn't expect it to be someone else's?” He didn't even look up at her. Just reached for his own coffee and took a sip. Lost in poetry exams.

“They’re just kids, Leon.” Honey found her tone unnerving.

“I'm aware of how old they are, love.”

He reached across the table to pat her hand absently. Her fist clenched and unclenched around the paper before shooing his touch away. Honey's cheeks grew hot to her dismay, and a host of things welled up inside of her.

“It's our right to know. Nicklaus is our son. And Jess is like our daughter. We didn't think our kids could live normally.” Her husband bristled like a cat. Honey kept going, “They're out there doing the same shit we did, only younger. She should talk to me, Leon. I get it! We were dumb fucking kids who got pregnant too.”

“No WE were in our twenties. We lived like children because you were afraid of giving it up. That having Selina and a house and a husband would domesticate you. So we lived like two piss poor church mice in a filthy flat with my jackass mate while stuffing enough money in the wall to buy a mansion in Kensington. Sunny and Jess are not us.”

Honey’s face flushed with anger. “They could be. Sunny has your heart. He’ll make the right choice. Jess will too. This is our baby. A Kostas baby.”

Leon neatly stacked his papers and moved the pile away from in front of himself. He finally, FINALLY, looked at her. “Honey, this baby is not your bloody business. Jessica is NOT our daughter. Nicklaus is barely our son anymore, he's so damn lost. And Selina is caught up in all of it. This is Jess’s choice. JESS’S,” he raised his voice. “Hopefully Sunny’s too. Fancy how you protested all those years about your body, your choice. Now you don't want to give her that same respect?”

“Fuck yo-” she was interrupted by a large hand clamping over her mouth. Her eyes grew several sizes. Then she let emotion drain from her face until she maintained an icy exterior. Her only betrayal was the fire inside her gaze.

“We cannot tell these kids we know their private business because WE had premonitions. We both know there's a thousand roads each of them can walk down where not a single bleeding one is wrong.” He let go of his wife’s mouth.

Honey crossed her arms and lifted her chin. The fire, she realized, was tears threatening to spill over. The want she had repressed for a decade welled up inside of her and trickled down her cheeks. She was acutely aware, suddenly, of what year it was. Of when this baby would be born. Surely they would come for him?

Leon's tone changed. His demeanor softened as he caught one of her tears with a large thumb. Honey leaned into his touch. “Jess has a family. For better or worse she has one. IF she chooses, that's who she'll turn to. You know that. I know Sunny got her this way, but she's not beholden to him is she? At least that's what you told me twenty years ago.”

“Leon, he's OUR grandson. OURS. You know how her family can be. Except her grandparents, but they're too old for this. We aren't! We're still in our forties. Can't she just give him to us? Or we might be able to pay her? Her tuition. Buy the bookstore so Mr O’Neill won't ever lose it.”

“Listen to yourself!” Leon raised his voice again. Louder. He slapped the table top without meaning to. “I love you so much, but you are a selfish vengeful bitch. Fuck’s sake, Gracie, you can't buy children! Isn't that what he did? What would he do if he knew?!”

“THIS BABY WILL BE SAFER WITH US! WE CAN HANDLE IT! WITH KLAUS AND THE OTHERS! JESS IS JUST A GIRL! A REGULAR HUMAN GIRL!”

“BUT WE CAN'T STOP HIM EITHER! REMEMBER? THAT'S WHY KLAUS BROUGHT US NICKLAUS TO BEGIN WITH! HE KILLED A VERSION OF US. Dammit, Honey Honey.” The stark contrast of the sudden quiet sent her in a spiral. “We can't replace the babies we lost.”

“I lost,” her voice barely above a whisper. Leon didn't bother correcting the words designed to sting. “I just want to be able to love our first grandchild.”

“I know.” Leon stood and kissed his wife’s head. “You've got to trust what will be is meant to be.”

Honey hated when Leon was right.

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Welcome to all new Library Patrons!

Let me introduce myself.  I’m the “Librarian,” and have been since fall of 2020.  I’ve been a fan of Rob’s since about 2009 (Cherrybomb era, pre-Misfits), but I really threw myself into all of this two years ago.  

I write for nearly all of Rob’s characters both Y/N and OCs (I’ve got about six, including three generations of women).  I also write a variety of sexualities and genders too.  I level from the mundane and sweet to the incredibly saucy and spicy.  Those are specially designated with a double asterisk**  

Master List

Now seeing as we are still on the season 3 high of The Umbrella Academy let me point you to the Klaus section where you can start off with some spice, or build up to it.  ((These are all DISTINCTLY NC-17))

The Joan Jett Trilogy

Do You Wanna Touch Me There?

Bad Reputation

Cherrybomb

I also write for Nathan Young.  This is my fem!reader collection containing some some, some fluff, and loads of sexiness:

Like A Prayer

The Dog Days Are Over

The Dog Days are Done

Next we have some Vincent Rhodes x fem!reader because I know you all quite enjoy him.  Again, as Vincent always calls for this, we have him encountering sweet ‘n’ spicy:

I Think We’re Alone Now

Two Pina Coladas

Last, but certainly not least, I noticed you lovely newcomers sniffing around a bit of Luke from Cherrybomb?  No fear, my darlings, I’ve got several for our Belfast Bad Boy and a fem!reader too:

She Wants Revenge

Everything He Wants

Now, kiddos, these are just three of the outstanding characters I write for.  My Master List is alphabetical by character (Billy, Cormac, Darren, etc).  Then, under each character they are listed in the order they can/sometimes should, be read!  Please feel free to stay awhile.  The doors are open to everyone as is my inbox for a request or questions or just to chat because you may need someone. 

Once again welcome!

The Librarian

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Moar delicious fics for my new followers!

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Fics Masterlist

200 Followers Drabble Event Page (complete)

400 Followers Gif Prompt Event Page (complete)

Love Stories Valentine’s Day Event Page

Miscellaneous Works (not part of an event)

Schneeperle (Luba x Fem!Reader fluff)

Interview with Ari Gold about The Song of Sway Lake

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Hey newcomers! Here is my masterlist if you want to read stuff. Thanks!

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✨Fic Rec Friday!✨

Since I’ve had a few new followers that have lamented the lack of Nathan Young content (and various Rob characters in general), I figured it would be a good time to call attention to some other writers whose fics I love and who also write/have written for our favourite Misfit.

This is not a comprehensive list; I’m sure there are other Nathan Young/Misfits writers out there, but these are the ones I’m familiar with/have read & enjoyed. Go show them some love 💚

➞ @/super-unpredictable98 // misfits masterlist // main masterlist      ↳ writes Nathan Young x oc, along with nearly every other character Rob has played

➞ @/bisexualnathanyoung // masterlist      ↳ writes primarily Nathan Young x oc, but also Nathan x Kelly & Nathan x Simon

➞ @/badsext // misfits masterlist// main masterlist      ↳ writes Nathan Young x Reader as well as Klaus and Robert rpf      ↳ on hiatus?

➞ @/a-ghoulish-tale // masterlist      ↳ writes primarily Nathan Young x oc / x Reader as well as a handful of other Robert characters      ↳ on hiatus

➞ @/robertsheehanownsmyass // masterlist      ↳ writes Nathan Young x Reader, as well as several other Rob characters and some Robert rpf      ↳ on hiatus

➞ @/johnmurphyisqueer // misfits masterlist      ↳ writes Nathan Young x Reader

➞ @/elliethesuperfruitlover // masterlist      ↳ writes Nathan Young x Reader, plus several other Rob characters, primarily Luba      ↳ on hiatus

Some other fic writers worth mentioning that don’t write for Nathan, but are fabulous writers that write for other Robert characters or Robert rpf:

➞ @/salvador-daley // masterlist      ↳ writes primarily Klave and Robert rpf

➞@/seancekitsch // klaus masterlist      ↳ writes Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

➞@/simon-x-billy// masterlist      ↳ has a mlm series featuring Simon Lewis and Billy Delaney both played by Robert

➞ @/sotcher0jeax // masterlist      ↳ a new Darren Treacy writer

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Aw thanks so much! 🥰 I really appreciate being included. I love how many terrific writers our little fandom has had since I joined a couple of years ago.

@miss-kittys-magical-library also has an extensive masterlist of some truly incredible stories. Nathan is represented along with some of the other characters not many other people write for.

Also @angst-fairygodmother! She has a great masterlist, and writes for Nathan and some other characters.

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ben punching klaus (affectionate) // ben punching klaus (derogatory)

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But DID he? 🤷🏻‍♀️