Summary: Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s name appears only after you’ve met/touch them.
In a world where couples were meeting everywhere and each touch brought you closer to your soul mate, Logan was fed up. All his friends had paired up and shacked up and he was the only one left.
At least, that’s what the world was telling him. Every passing glance, every touch bought people closer, except him.
“Amazing.” He sighed in frustration as yet another couple found each other, this time in the middle of a busy street and everyone smiled and clapped as the happy couple beamed at each other.
“Isn't it.” remarked an old lady smiling up at him only to meet his scowling face. She glanced at his bare hands and patted them, “You’ll find them soon.” and smiled and walked away.”
“Yeah, right.”
Little did he know….
*
Listen man, need a rain check. Can’t make it today, Casey’s parents are in town.
“Seriously.” He scoffed and took a sip of his drink and right next to him another couple was forming a connection.
“Dear God, not again.” he sighed and watched the new couple hug, the girl smiling widely, her soulmate grinning in delight. He drank the last of his beer and leaned back into the bar counter. He definitely needed a break.
“Tell me about it.” the guy next to him muttered and Logan turned to look into pretty brown eyes, the owner of them looking back at him.
“So, not a fan?.” He gestured to the couple that was still hugging and swaying side by side.
He ran his hands through his blond hair finding the man watching him intently. His gaze on him studying his movement, his eyes alternating between the fingers in his hair and his lips.
“I have better things to do with my time.” The brunet smirked, now checking Logan out while taking a sip of his drink.
“Like what.” Logan smiled suggestively, licking his lips, running his eyes all over the stranger’s body. He could definitely do with a distraction right about now.
“Come with me and I’ll show you.” The brunet said and reached out to touch Logan’s hand.
“I’m Ju-“
“Julian Larson Armstrong.” Logan read out the newly formed words that were appearing on his hand.
“Wait. What!.” and Logan smiled at his soulmate. Soulmate! and raised his hand out. “John Logan Wright.” he introduced himself as his name slowly appeared on his soulmate’s hand “and I guess you’re my soulmate.”
Mermaids, vampires, aliens, magic, let your imagination run wild! No limitations here. Use any character, time setting, fantasy, etc.
2. Soulmate AU
Everyone has a One True Love. Tell us about it! Doesn’t have to be one true love - they all have two hands!
3. College AU
What if Dalton hadn't been set in high school, but instead in college? Or how about Dalton still happened in high school but you want to take it further and write about the characters in college? Go for it!
4. Coffee Shop AU
What if they met in a coffee shop instead of school? What if one is a barista? What if the characters frequent the same coffee shop and meet that way? There’s a lot of potential for this day!
5. Rule 63 AU.
Aka, the genderbend episode! No limitations on this prompt but please be mindful of any trans or non-binary members of the fandom as not to offend anyone.
6. Met As Kids AU
What if they met as kids instead? Maybe you want to expand on the few who already did meet as kids (Reed+Shane, Derek+Casey, Logan+Derek, Spencer+Merril, etc) or have a new group together. Maybe all of them? Have fun!
7. NSFW Day Two
Every Sunday is the day of NSFW. This does NOT have to relate to any of the prompts of the previous week, it's just a free-for-all NSFW day. Go buck wild!
“No. Mom, I can’t make it.” Reed mumbled into the call, juggling his bulging bag of artwork, designs, spare pieces of fabrics and material, “I have a project due.”
"I won’t be able to make it, I have that thing with Monique Lhuillier, and you would need to go in place of me. I will get them to call you, love you."
“But mom.” Reed sighed dejectedly, slumped against the nearest surface; if only she would listen and then it started to pour. “Perfect.” Reed cried out clutching his phone and bulging bag close him when heard a knocking sound.
He turned around surprised to find that he was leaning against the door to a coffee shop, blocking someone from getting out. He hastily wiped away his tears and turned around carefully, mindful of the wet sidewalk and puddles, apology ready on his lips.
A cute boy with shiny eyes and curly hair was grinning at him on the other side of the glass door. He took a step back slowly when the boy gently pushed open the door “Whoa Bambi, you okay.”
Reed blinked, Wait, what, did he actually call him Bambi and found the boy still talking to him, holding the door open.
“You can come in Bambi, it’s safe. I won't hurt you.” The boy said slowly backing away with one hand still holding the door.
“No, I. I’m okay, All fine, sorry. I will go.” Reed mumbled to his feet, shouldering his bag, backing away slowly and the boy actually pouted. “But, it’s raining and you’ll get wet. I don’t want you to get wet.”
The boy approached him slowly, “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He had a cute smile on his face and was approaching him as if he was a small baby creature. Maybe that’s why he called you Bambi and Reed smiled softly and the boy grinned “It’s warm and comfortable and you’re pretty.”
“What.” Reed clutched his bag tightly.
“I mean coffee.” the boy exclaimed. “We have coffee. I can make you a coffee or a chocolate cake, vanilla cake, any cake.” The boy beamed and opened the door fully. He was the only person in the coffee shop, there was no one else. “You could wait while the rain stops and I could give you coffee.”
“Chocolate milk.” Reed whispered, and the boy nodded, “Will do and don’t worry Bambi, it’s on me.” and there it was again.
*
When Reed was suitably dried and had arranged himself to perfection in the washroom, he stepped out to find that the boy was back in the kitchen humming and bouncing around. A blender was on in the corner and pop music was playing and the boy was dancing around unaware that he was being watched. He looks so comfortable. Reed noticed as the boy danced around and working his milkshake. When he saw Reed he beamed and brought out a cup of chocolate milk with beautiful chocolate art on it. “That’s so pretty.”
“Thanks, Bambi.” The boy grinned and bowed down. “Now what would like to have with that?”
“My name is Reed.” He introduced “Not Bambi.”
“Oh pretty.” The boy beamed. “I‘m Shane and its lovely to meet you.” He hopped up the counter smacked a kiss on Reed’s cheeks and hopped down again. “So pretty, about that cake, which one would you like?” Reed melted a bit inside.
*
“I don’t get why you need me to come with you to the coffee shop.” Reed’s best friend grumbled as he was dragged down the street. “Because I need to know whether it was real or I made it up in my head Kurt! You know that.”
Reed had not stepped one foot in the coffee shop even though it was on his way and the chocolate milk and cake was divine. He did not want to think about the cure barista who he was sure was flirting with him. Maybe he felt sorry for him, that’s why he did those nice things.
“Cute boys don’t flirt with me, with you maybe. But this doesn’t happen to me.”
“True.” Kurt preened. “But you should take your words back. Cute boys and girls flirt with you know.” Kurt told him as Reed pulled him down the sidewalk. “You just don’t notice it.” He gestured towards a boy that had just passed them by, checking Reed out only Reed was too busy to notice “Like that. Just now. He just looked at you.”
“He was looking at you.” Reed said coming to stop near the coffee shop. He took a deep breath and arranged his clothes and peaked into the coffee shop finding the boy – Shane working at the counter. There were a lot more people around this time which would be perfect in case he had made it up in his head and he needed a distraction to escape soon.
“He’s here.” Reed whispered. “Please, please be my friend and tell me if it’s real or if I made it up.” and opened the door. At the tinkling sound of the door being opened the boy looked up and smiled and then beamed in recognition when his eye found Reed’s. “Oh, yeah Reed he’s definitely falling for you.” Kurt remarked. “You think so.” Reed asked looking at Shane and smiling back at him with hope in his heart. “Definitely.” Kurt smiled as he saw the boy watch the two of them interact with a small frown on his face. “I also think he’s a little jealous now. Oh Reed, what have done to the poor thing.”
“I. I. Jealous, why” Reed turned back to ask when Kurt nudged him. “Shush just watch, he’s coming to greet you and I don’t think this is normally done judging by the other barista’s faces at the counter.
“Bambi, Hi, you came” the boy danced his way towards them, which was the only way Kurt could describe his movement with a quick double hop, step and a slide and then he had Reed’s hand in his and planted a kiss on it, letting it go. “I missed you. I thought you would never come back.”
“Bambi.” nudged Kurt and Reed shook himself, still in shock. “Shane, I told you to call me Reed remember.” and the boy grinned at them. “You remembered my name.” Shane danced a bit in front of them, “So, Chocolate milk on the house.” and Reed nodded, pleased that Shane had remembered his order and considering that he had now kissed him twice he was definitely not making it up and he had Kurt as a witness as well.
“And for your friend?” Shane frowned at Kurt and Oh that was what Kurt was saying. “Yes, friend, this is Kurt, my best friend.” Reed said pulling Kurt towards him “He’ll have a.”
“Grande Nonfat Mocha.” Kurt supplied, watching Shane watch Reed, who now smiled properly at them, now that he knew that Kurt was a friend.
“Cool.” nodded Shane, who was now looking at Reed, smiling broadly at him and Reed as blushed and smiled back, ”You can give your order at the counter.” and Kurt laughed.
*
“So what do you think?” Reed asked Kurt, who had basically chaperoned them for two hours at the coffee shop.” A little bit excited, so not my type. “Kurt piped “And I was definitely not his. Though, you are most definitely his type.”
“You think.” Reed blushed and happily walked next to his friend. “Absolutely.” Kurt nodded, “You should give it a go. Ask him out. Keep it simple, he seems like an excited puppy and you’re the best thing that could happen to him.”
“Kurt.” Reed laughed and nudged him. “What, I’m telling the truth. Go for it. He’ll definitely say yes.”
“He did slip me his number.” Reed smiled and Kurt looked at him shocked. “So that’s why you took such a long time to say goodbye.”
“Yeah, he kissed my cheek, again, and hugged me and slipped his number and then grinned and danced.”
“You should go for it.” Kurt smiled at his friend, happy that he had found someone who he liked.
“I will!” promised Reed. Perhaps he will even have a date to his mother’s thing.
He was lost. He was totally and completely lost. Julian turned the school map around trying to find the direction he had come from but all the corridors looked the same. Study in Paris, they said, it would be good. All the beautiful men, culture and art and now he couldn’t find his way to the first class of the semester.
The bell rang signalling the beginning of the class and he looked around in alarm. He needed to find some to help him and noticed someone, a student may be, pass by him.
“Excuse me.” He called out, walking towards the guy and then realized that he needed to speak in French. “Could you point me towards the Art History class.” he stuttered in French, hoping he had his pronunciations correct. Luckily the course was only for four months and in English and then he was back home.
The guy, man, student, Julian was not sure, turned around and smiled at him “American.”
“French?” Julian greeted “I need to get to class. Art History by Dr. Smythe.”
“Oh, no I am American as well.” The guy replied smiling brightly, looking at him as Julian walked towards him “And you could call Dr. Smythe as Sebastian you know. Instead of Dr. Smythe. He prefers Sebastian.”
“Okay, then.” Julian huffed at the guy, who now came to stand next to him. He was fairly tall, had brown hair and brown eyes, “So, Art History?’
“Right this way.” The guy directed and ducked into the nearest archway which turned out to be the classroom he was looking for.
Julian stared at the man, boy’s retreating back, he still wasn’t sure, in amazement. He would have definitely missed classroom if he had not stopped for directions and this way he found another American and a cute one! his head supplied and he smiled. Perhaps there was hope.
He entered in and slowly made his way to the top noticing that the Professor – Sebastian, no Dr. Smythe his head corrected, go with Dr. Smythe till you’re sure that you can address him as Sebastian, had just come in as well and was setting up the classroom; dry erasing the board, with his back towards the class.
“Thank god.” he whispered silently, realizing that he was not late and settled down and began removing his books and pen looking around to find where his saviour was seated when the teacher turned around.
“Fuck.” Julian whispered when he realized who his professor was. It was his saviour – Dr. Smythe was his saviour. Sebastian – his head corrected, he clearly gave you permission to call him Sebastian. “He was flirting!” he whispered loudly and the students next to him immediately turned to look at him. He ducked embarrassed and looked around to find Dr. Smythe – Sebastian, grinning at him, smirking even when he realized Julian was looking at him.
Fuck Indeed.
*
“Dr. Smythe.” Julian approached the front of the classroom carefully once all the students had departed. He didn’t know what he was doing but he wanted to assure his Professor that he wouldn’t be late the next time and also to check whether there was any actual flirting involved unless he made the whole thing up in his head.
Dr Smythe’s non-nonsense attitude throughout the lecture being smart, well versed, knowledgeable, commanding the class and keeping hold of their attention impressed him thoroughly and he did want to continue to attend class.
“I am sorry about today.” He took a deep breath and looked at his professor in the eye. "I assure you I am not usually this tardy. I just got –“
“Lost.”Dr. Smythe – Sebastian completed his sentence and Julian nodded
“Don’t worry.” Dr. Smythe – Sebastian smiled, shouldering his bag “It happens to the best of us. Shall we” he gestured towards the door. “We don’t want you to get lost again.”
He ushered Julian out the door, a hand gently resting on the small of Julian’s back “also, call me Sebastian.” and smiled widely at Julian who was sure he was getting heart failure. “And yes this is me asking you out if you’re interested.” and Julian blinked and nodded in delight
*
“So how did how you happen to be teaching at the Sorbonne.” Julian asked, Yes good, his brain supplied, it's about time you snapped out from being a sappy teenager, get yourself together. Sebastian smiled at him and nudged his shoulder, their arms not quite touching but together as they walked down the long corridor.
“I came here to study and fell in love with Paris.” Sebastian looked around the place and Julian watched his every movement, “I mean, what’s not to love.” His eyes finally settled on Julian’s and Julian smiled softly his hands gently grazing Sebastian’s “I guess one can find pretty things when they’re least expecting, sometimes in even in their own backyard”
“Or class.” Julian muttered and Sebastian laughed and pecked him on the cheek. “So, Mignon, how about tonight, then you can tell me how you ended up in my class”
It’s 2016, 5 years after the events of Hell Night. What are the characters up to? Are some of them still together, do some even have families? Maybe you’d like to showcase a new set of students who go to Dalton? It’s up to you! Just keep it set in 2016.
2. 10 years ago...
It’s 2001. The current juniors are only 6 years old and are in first grade. Maybe you’d like to write about them in elementary school? Maybe you’d like to write about students who went to Dalton in 2001, it’s all up to you. But keep it set in 2001.
3. Family
They all have them. Some have adopted families, some have step families, some come from broken homes, some from large families. Show us some of the families of Daltonverse - past, present and future! No set year here, folks.
4. The Legacies
The Legacies of Dalton - these are the generations that came before our current set of students. Johnny Wright, Ernie Seigerson, Troy Mapleton. This was when Dalton was still a reformatory school.
5. What Happens Next?
While we wait for the next episode to drop, let’s throw some ideas of what you’d like to see for the last episodes of season 1. How do you think Prom will go? How about David and Katherine’s wedding? Maybe you’d like to write about graduation?
6. Fresh Faces
Season two is going to bring us a lot of interesting new facts; Clay Rizzo, Austin Manning, Regina Warburton and many many more. Show us some of those new boys and girls coming to Dalton and Dobry for the first time. You can use transfer students too, such as Laura and Sadie.
7. NSFW Day 8
Every Sunday is the day of NSFW. This does NOT have to relate to any of the prompts of the previous week, it’s just a free-for-all NSFW day. Go buck wild!
Prompt from wefoundwarblerland’s post : Dalton AU where everything about Justin is the same (including the gangs and everything), but he’s also the Prince of Wales. And Charlie is his boyfriend.
A/n : Dalton Big Bang 2020
Prompt: International Travel and Trouble in Paradise
“And to your left, we have Big Ben.” As the tour guide recited information about the Big Ben, Charlie trained his binoculars in delight as he and the other tourists on the Double Decker bus took in the beautiful façade. Their guide supplying information about the clock tower and the bridge they were parked on and the river below. This, however, lasted for a short time as the soon a traffic jam was formed surrounding the bus with loud honking permeating the air
“What’s going on?” Charlie asked the person closest to him who was peering down at the traffic. “No idea mate, there seem to a street fight/ bike gang thing on.”
“Don’t pay them any attention.” Their tour guide said above the din of the noise and continued speaking about Big Ben. While the others slowly started to pay attention to the tour, Justin noticed that gang had reached now reached their bus and a guy on a bike stopped nearby and pulled up his black visor and rubbed his eyes.
He had piercing blue eyes and Charlie thought he looked familiar. Soon the air was filled with the sound of the police approaching and the boy started his bike and turned around watching for his friend as if he was on a lookout. He whistled sharply and a group of guys looked up and immediately drove towards him.
Must be his friends, Charlie thought when the guy turned towards him, finding Charlie looking at him. He studied him sharply with his blue eyes and then winked and pulled his black visor down and drove away.
What was that Charlie thought to himself. Who was that?
“We now are making our way towards the Buckingham Palace which as you know is the London residence and administrative headquarters of the monarchy of the United Kingdom, His Majesty, King Richard and his family, Princess Lindsay - The Duchess of Edinburgh, The Prince of Wales and Heir to the Throne – Prince Justin and the Princess of Wales – Princess Laura.”
*
The tour bus dropped them off at the hotel where they were staying and Charlie got down wearily from the bus. “Bright early tomorrow morning.” The tour guide chirped and smiled and Charlie smiled tiredly and followed the group up the stairs.
He entered his room, thankful that the hotel had allotted them single rooms for their stay and smiled happily at his clean, white, bright room and the perfectly soft, turned down bed waiting for him when there was a knock on the door.
“Hey Mate.” Charlie looked into the familiar face of the tourist from earlier, “A bunch of us are going to the pub down the street for drinks and chips, you in?” Charlie nodded, it would be good to make some friends during the 10 days London Tour. “I need to wash up first and then can join you.”
“Cheers,” the guy smiled, “just ask the front desk for the directions, they have suggested the place.”
*
He was sure he had the directions down correctly, the concierge at the front desk even wrote it down for him but Charlie was sure he was lost. He peered down at the napkin again and looked at the street ahead.
A guy came scurrying out of nowhere and banged into him. “Sorry.” The guy said and looked up righting his clothes, “I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
Charlie turned towards him and he found him looking familiar. The guy had classic English looks with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes.
“You.” The guy said looking at Charlie, he smiled and asked, “Did you enjoy the tour.”
It was the same person from the morning, the guy on the bike with the piercing eyes, the one who winked at him and Charlie smiled a bit, so it wasn’t a coincidence.
“I, yes,” He nodded “It was good till this gang on bikes decide to show up and then it became interesting.” The guy smirked at him and studied his face, smiling gamely. “So your day was interesting.”
“Very.” Charlie flirted, looking into the guy’s face, studying him deeply; at the black fit shirt that emphasised his chest and the rolled-up cuffs that showed the definition of his arms, He looked familiar like as if he knew him from somewhere. The guy also looked at him carefully as if studying him, searching for something.
"They drove by the bus and well the leader, at least I think he was in charge considering how the other treated him, stopped next to the bus, rested, I think and then he winked at me and left. That doesn't happen to me every day," he confessed.
“He must have thought you were cute.” The other guy smirked and reached out to touch Charlie’s finger and Charlie moved close to him when they could hear yelling, “Your Highness, Your highness, stop.”
“Wait, the King is here,” Charlie asked looking around for the King. Surely he would be in a car surrounded by security. The other guy sighed, “Not the King, the Prince, “The King is addressed as Your Majesty.” ” Your highness is meant for Princes and Princesses. “ The guy said looking carefully at Charlie’s face.
“Sorry, still learning.” Charlie smiled and the guy smiled, “Your group went that way, two doors down, that’s the pub you need.” And Charlie beamed and looked at the guy through his eyelashes, “Can you come with? You can teach me everything British so I don’t make a fool of myself.”
“Would love too,” The guy smiled and a trailed a finger up Charlie’s hand “but I got to be somewhere.”
“Oh,“ Charlie smiled sadly.
“Meet me here tomorrow, same time,” The guy said quickly as the footsteps sounded nearer, the yells of “Your Highness” not far behind and with a quick a kiss to Charlie’s cheek the guy ran down the street.
*
“So the Prince of England was out and about in London and without his usual security.” Charlie winced as girl next to him chattered loudly to her friend, not even paying attention to their tour guide who was reciting the itinerary for the day. “He was incognito.” She read holding the newspaper out in front of her.” He glanced at the paper or the British tabloid - The Sun, which was the correct word to use, he couldn’t wait for the evening where he could tell his admirer about the new words he learnt, and indeed the headlines read The Prince of Wales out and about.
“And he was right there where the pub was, he was right outside. I missed meeting the future king of England.” The girl wailed and her friend rubbed her back consolably.
Wait, it couldn’t be. He did not meet the future king of England!. The future King of England was not in a bike gang. It wasn’t. He glanced at the image of the Prince, while the boy looked eerily similar to the photo on the paper, it just wasn’t him. For one he was dressed differently and he didn’t have the dangerous sexy look in his eye when he studied Charlie and constant smirk on his lips.
The prince on the paper looked sad, even though he was smiling and greetings people. He looked lonely, Charlie thought. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.
*
“Hey, Stranger.” Charlie looked up and saw the guy, “If we are continuing to do this, you need to know my name. I’m Charlie, Charlie Amos.”
“So Charles then.” The guy smiled deeply, balancing his bike between his strong, long legs as he removed another helmet from where it was dangling on the handlebars. “Regal, I like it, It will do.” He nodded decidedly.
He handed the helmet to Charlie who took it. “I’m Justin.” He said looking carefully into Charlie’s eyes, “Hop on.” And Charlie secured the helmet on his head and hopped on the bike.
“Let me show you London through the eyes of true Londoner.”
They bypassed all the touristy scenes and Justin took Charlie to the places he would never have visited on his own, the lovely little park hidden amongst a sea of buildings, a quiet spot by the Thames Rivers – no it’s pronounced as Tems River, the place where you get the best fish and chips, the best beer on tap. The best pubs where they don’t card you. “No worries I am over 21.” “It’s 18 years in England,” Justin smirked and Charlie grinned.
It was amazing and Charlie just smiled as Justin shared small anecdotes of his life like; where he went to school and college – Eton and Charlie just held on to him tightly, his arms around Justin’s waist, his legs resting next Justin’s and Justin expertly manoeuvred them through the busy London traffic. He finally stopped outside a beautiful garden, St James’s Park, Charlie read and recognized the Buckingham Palace nearby.
“Are you sure we can be here?” Charlie asked as he looked around the beautiful area and at Justin who was looking at him carefully as if gauging him and Charlie smiled. He looked beautiful in the dusk, the setting sun painting a pretty picture, casting a glow around him and Justin took his hand gently and kissed it. “Come, No one can stop us.”
He led them through the gates into the park and they walked quietly, side by side, hands brushing each other’s until Justin caught his and linked fingers together and then they walked side by side, Justin showing him the views and pointing out specific aspects of the park all while their fingers were gently locked together.
They stayed by the edge of the pond till the sunset, Charlie leaning against Justin as he supported their weight watching the ducks swim past. “It’s late.” Justin sighed as his watch chirped an alarm, “I should probably get you back,”
“Hmm,” Charlie said sleepily and Justin smiled and kissed his nose. “My lips are right there,” Charlie whispered and bit his lips, eyes still closed even though his face betrayed the laughter that he was trying to control. “You don’t say.” smirked Justin kissing him deeply.
*
“I had a lovely time.” Charlie smiled and handed Justin the helmet. He had Justin drop him off in front of his hotel which was actually not far from the park and in fact he had passed by the park on way to the Buckingham Palace. St James’s Park, it now held a special place in his heart.
Justin pushed up his visor but didn’t remove the helmet and he looked exactly how he was when Charlie first laid eye on him. “So tomorrow then. “Charlie asked breathlessly and Justin winked and drove away.
*
Charlie thought about the kiss the entire night and even the next morning, as he was getting ready to visit the high street stores and the Warner Brother Harry Potter Tour.
“Breaking news, this just in, the Prince of Wales was discovered in the midst of a street war.” The news announcer was saying and lo and behold Charlie looked at the face of Justin, his kind, sweet, lovely Justin, who had a big bruise and a split lip, his Justin who was also His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales.
He thumbed Justin's number immediately.
“Justin.” Charlie called out as he heard his voice through the phone, “Are you alright?”
“Charlie.” Justin said sadly and Charlie frowned was he hurt, “You saw the news. That means you know,”
“That you’re in a gang?” Charlie asked the announcer was telling more about the incident that took place late last night, probably the calls Justin kept getting towards the end of their date, date! “Well yeah, considering that’s how we met.”
“No, no the other thing,” Justin said softly
“I thought it was not true but then again you always looked familiar.” Charlie confessed, “ I just thought that you were cute and smart and kind and funny and,”
“You liked me for me.” Justin whispered and Charlie nodded and then realized that Justin couldn’t see him, “Yes I liked you for you, I didn’t even know about the other thing.
“I like you too.” Justin smiled “A lot.” and Charlie beamed but the call got interrupted, it seemed that someone took Justin’s phone away. “Hey, give me that.” And then the call got cut.
He immediately dialed Justin’s number again but the phone was switched off. Charlie rubbed his face worriedly. Justin was hurt and he didn’t know what to do, short of going to Buckingham Palace and asking to see Justin he had to no other idea unless he was still at the police station. They won’t arrest young princes right? Diplomatic immunity and all that. Charlie didn’t know but he hoped Justin was alright and then his phone rang.
The call came from a blocked number and Charlie answered it carefully. Please hold for His Majesty the King of England and Charlie gulped loudly, OH SHIT.
“Charlie. Charlie” Justin’s voice could be heard but Charlie felt a bit faint because the King of England knew his name and had just asked him to tea but he couldn’t reply and Justin was yelling at the King of England who also turned out to be his father, saying that he scared his boyfriend before they even go to know him and that this is why he doesn’t like them and then Justin’s mom could be heard soothing her son and father and son yelled along about trust issues and images to the public and what would the media say and Charlie laughed because they sounded like just another normal family albeit a royal one.
“Charlie?” Justin asked carefully, sounding calmer, “This is why dad you should have let me call him up.” He hissed, "You should never call anyone from the official line unless you want to actually kill them. “I am here.” Charlie smiled before father and son could go off again.
“Good, I am glad,” Justin said softly into the phone.
“You called me your boyfriend,” Charlie remembered. He could hear Justin’s sheepish laughter, “I meant to ask you today but things changed.
“Yes, they did,” Charlie said and remembered the evening’s invite to tea.
“Don’t worry it’s just tea with my family,” Justin said lazily,” And you can meet Laura, my little sister.”
“Thank you for calling.” Charlie said, “I had plans off marching up to Buckingham Palace and asking them to see you.”
“No worries.” Justin laughed, “You’ll be properly escorted in soon. A car will come for you. See you.”
*
Charlie didn’t know what one did when they met their significant other’s parents especially when your significant other was the heir to the throne and his father was the King.
But they came off looking like a normal family, Justin’s dad was tall and stately and his mom was sweet and kind and his little sister was cute. He fumbled with proper addresses for all of them considering he was in the presence of a King and his wife; a Duchess and a Princess.
“Call me Lindsay.” Justin’s mom corrected when Charlie greeted her, “I know exactly how it feels, I went through this when I met Richard’s parent for the first time, as a couple.” She shuddered, “Let’s just say that you should be glad you don’t get to meet them.”
‘So, you’re an American.” Richard said just as Charlie was about to take a sip of his tea. “Yes, Your Majesty.
He looked at his son, “And you’re planning a long-distance relationship.”
Justin locked his hands with Charlie’s and gave it a squeeze, “ Well he’s here for few more days so we still have time together and then there is always Skype and the internet, plus I can fly there every weekend.”
“You will not play with your studies.” Justin’s dad said sternly and his mom nodded.
“I got into Oxford.” Charlie said softly and Justin smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips, “Why didn’t you tell me.” He exclaimed, “This makes everything easier.”
“I just came to know.” Charlie said, “Got the email in the night, it’s why I came here on this trip in the first place, so I could familiarize myself before I move here.”
“You’re moving here as well.” Justin asked slowly, “Not just for studies.”
“I really like London.” Charlie said softly, looking carefully at Justin, clutching his hands tightly with his, “It’s growing on me.”
Justin’s dad paled and looked at his wife, “Well, this changes things drastically.” She looked at her baby boy and how happy he was with the boy next to him and how they held hands and just looked at each other. “Well then, we should probably get to know him, properly, this time. Something tells me he’s going to be a permanent fixture in the household.”
Prompt: Fantasy AU for the Dalton Big Bang featuring the walking dead.
“No, not now, I’m tired.” Julian groaned and moved his leg away from the hand that that was travelling up his clothed leg. “Lo, seriously.” Julian said, jogging his knee, trying to shake off the hand that was persistently moving up his side, fingers raking into his clothes, “What is wrong with you.” and opened his eyes to find a walker’s bent head right in front to him.
The women, if you could call her that, had her scalp torn off, her face gaunt, eye shrunken, and smelt like that dead. She hadn’t yet realized he was awake and Julian slowly moved his hand around trying to find the gun he was sure he had nearby when he had fallen asleep.
He wriggled his fingers around him and the women slowly made her away up towards, when he heard Logan whisper, “Stay still.” A loud twack could be heard and then women dropped on him, dead,
“Are you okay?” Logan asked as he walked up towards him.
”Yeah.” Julian agreed and pushed the dead walker off.
“Good shot.” He said studying the round bullet hole, on the women’s forehead. “Close call.” Logan corrected and handed Julian his gun. “We need to move, they’re never alone.”
*
The world had ended one school day, news filtering in of a virus which reanimated the dead and then everything broke loose. But they learnt to survive, banding together, it helped they were all together and Dalton being the school it was prepared them, sort off, on how to how to survive in the wild, with archery, fencing, camping being the courses provided and the boys being the boys they were had too much practice with nerf guns and except now the nerf guns were replaced by real guns, thanks to Wes and his family along with the decorative spears, mallets, shields and other weaponry that made up the artistic décor that was Dalton.
“Come on, we need to get back.” Logan said cleaning up the area and dousing the small fire they had made with sand. “We need to tell them that we need to move again.”
“You know Charlie and Justin are not going to like it.” Julian said dusting his clothes and exchange his shirt for a clean one. “Yeah, but I almost lost you today and I don’t think the others will be down to lose anyone else.”
*
“I call this meeting to order.” Charlie said into his walkie talkie, he was the first inline of the contingent, a Dalton school bus that carried the majority of the Windsors and a few teachers
“Who died and made him king.” Derek muttered his hands on the steering wheel of other Dalton school bus that was filled with Stuarts and some students from Dobry and the schools from the surrounding area.
“Too soon.” Justin muttered as Spencer nodded steering the army war tank carefully. It was a gift from his father, Commander General Willis who was in charge of the evacuation and finding out a new area for the remainder of the people to settle.
“Listen up people.” Dwight’s voice could be heard over the commotion. “Scout one has just joined us reporting area towards the left as clear. His eyes trained on Blaine and Kurt on a bike joined by the twins in the Hummer. “We have yet to hear back from Scout two. Houston out.” and this was soon followed by Mullet rock and all the boys groaned.
“Ok, who allowed him to be the overwatch again.” Nick from Stuart said and he was immediately thumped on the head by Wes and Bailey. David was driving the Dobry school bus mostly filled with Hanover, the remaining of Dobry, and few Stuarts.
“Hey, Guys” Riley spoke carefully he was bringing the rear with the few day students that actually made it to the school and the remaining Windsors. The day students – Lancasters were the last of the mile-long contingent supported by Sydney Willis in another army tank and their job was to protect the long diesel truck that Justin was driving slowly and carefully. It was a precious commodity needed to run their vehicles.
“I see a gathering behind us, around 12 klicks.” Sydney barked into the tank's mike. “It’s not a large group but they are definitely gathering.”
“They seem to be chasing something.” Dwight said and Casey opened up the hatch window of the tank to find the Impala next to them.
“It’s Scout two.” Han’s voice piped out, looking at the Drone's camera and Charlie stopped the bus immediately and the Windsor contingent groaned. “What do you mean?”
“I thought it was to be a simple recon mission.” Derek groaned as he watched his best friends’ race towards them.”
“Incoming. Incoming.” Julian could be heard screeching.
“You’re leading them right us.” Kurt sighed and Blaine rubbed his back and handed him his gun. “Come, we’re needed.”
“Battleplan.” The Willis Sibling yelled simultaneously and Justin smiled.
“All the buses move ahead and block the passage. “ Sydney directed moving the tank out of the way “Shooters change hands and come back. We need to clear the crowd.”
She was soon joined by Blaine, Kurt, David, Dwight, Casey, Hope and Riley. The others that were the Twins, Derek, Ace, Katherine, Wes fanned out in a circle around their contingent tightening the borders.
Charlie, Shane, Reed, Drew, Satoru, Bailey and the others were up ahead to protect the buses and the Diesel truck.
“Snipers to the roof.” Han’s voice could be heard. “Aim for the eyes.” They are simple but are determined.” as he watched the small hoard slowly but steadily follow Jules and Logan who soon reached them.
“What's the plan.” Logan gasped out hands shivering as he let the bike come close to them. They all saw his hands shivering. “Maybe it’s for the best that you move up ahead to Charlie. It looks like there is some chatter on the mainline. Don’t worry, we got this.”
*
What soon followed was a whole lot of guns cocking and some very sharp shooting and the group of walkers were decimated. Knowing the value of bullets, the group soon reverted to weaponry when the mass of walkers reached them and they soon cleared them within minutes, stabbing the walkers expertly between the eyes or severing throats; the only way to successively kill a walker and soon bodies of the dead were littering the road.
“What next.” Sydney asked as she cleaned her long sword. ”Well, dad came through.” Logan smiled as he looked at the message that was playing out in front of him. “We got coordinates.” Spencer asked, “We got coordinates.” Julian repeated.
“And the other contingent?.” Kurt asked referencing their parents, that they had lost contact with a few weeks earlier. The main contingent had gone ahead to clear the area for the kids but they had lost connection with them due to a scuffle with a large group of very persistent walkers and the kids were trying to get in contact with them.
“Them too.” Charlie smiled, “Each and every one of them.” as he read the corresponding series of messages
