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[multipackers]

@virilitas

Lachlan never intended for this to happen. He knew how bad it looked — getting involved with his client's son. (His client's adult, old-enough-to-make-his-own-decisions son.) He always prided himself on being professional, which he was, so this? Just a rare lapse in judgement. One he kept repeating again, and again, and again...

He couldn't even justify it by thinking the sex was good, because, well... there hadn't been any sex yet. Not beyond some making out and feeling each other up. He knew he already skated on thin ice with this relationship —if that's the word for what they were— being so much older than Harry. He didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of him.

At some point he just had to admit to himself that he liked the kid and wanted to be with him, whatever that meant. However Harry wanted to be with him. Lachlan was not delusional; he could see the expiration date on this arrangement. He wouldn't be the decrepit old man keeping Harry from having a life —a sustainable one— with guys his own age. But for now, while they still enjoy one another's company... may as well see where it took them.

Tonight, it took them to Lachlan's bedroom.

Under the guise of an "internship" to give them an alibi for these late nights, Harry spent increasingly more time at the lawyer's place, sometimes even sleeping over. (Never in the same bed. Much too intimate.) But Lachlan had a feeling that Harry felt... adventurous tonight. So far, his suspicions seemed correct.

"Fuck, kid, one sec—" Lachlan huffs, pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it aside towards the corner of the room, leaving him shirtless and heaving against the younger man. "This okay...? I know you said you've had sex before, but I don't wanna push you to do anything with me—"

[azrxcls]

@reina-baratheon

"Did you expect me to bow or tremble in fear over the thought that you were born into privileged?” It was a rather blunt question, but given the fact that the Lord’s mouth seemed to be opening and closing like a fish, Azriel was fairly certain that was exactly what he’d been hoping for. “I’m not under your service boy, nor have you earned my respect for me to care, so why don’t you run along and cry to someone who might care about the privilege you were born into.” The man only lasted a few moments longer before storming away - no doubt cursing Azriel beneath his breath as he went.

Gaze finding the closest person - a woman decked out in more finer then the previous lord - his eyebrows arched. “Bit of a prick, no?” 

[azrxcls]

@roslynshonour

His eyes hardly moved from the glass set before him on the grimy table, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been keeping track of every entrance and exit of the bar. The usual patrons were familiar enough faces that at this point, Azriel didn’t bother giving them a second glance - even if he were off the deep end in alcohol it was likely he could still win a fight against most of them at their best - but when someone new appeared, it was eye catching.

Not one to pay much mind to the matters of others, there were certain lines he’d learned not to cross ( even with the career he’d once possessed ). So when he heard a man bragging to a companion about the pretty young thing at the bar he planned to do rather unsavory things to, hazel orbs had flickered about the room before spotting the woman in question. She was far to soft looking for the space - which meant she likely didn’t know any better. Fingers crunched roughly against the mug within his hands before he tossed back the contents and stood roughly. 

Leaning against the bar top between the woman and the approaching man, Azriel turned his focus to her momentarily. “You really shouldn’t be here. And if you don’t call whatever excuse of a guard that should be watching you to bring you back to.. wherever your family is staying, you might bare witness to a rather unsavory fight.” Volume increasing just a hitch at the last few words, Azriel could hear the soft scuffle of feet as the man seemed to draw to a halt, clearly rethinking his intended actions. 

[raymondstantz-rgb]

Many of the lesser used instruments were being moved, box by box, from around various places of the firehouse to Spengler’s lab. With Ray’s permission, Egon had decided to re-purpose the pieces – Let it never be said that anything was wasted under the watch of Hook & Ladder no. 8.

Having set the last of these boxes on the floor, Ray heaved a sigh of relief. Egon, on the other hand, peered harder and harder into the computer screen, fidgeting, mumbling figures, acting like the perfect slave to the daily grind.

The strident buzz of the telephone resounded from the floor below, followed by fractures of Janine’s unbending will to stave off big bill collectors. “A man’s work is never done,” Ray jeered, man being a euphemism for Ghostbuster.

Spengler, Stantz noted, hadn’t moved from the position he was in when their project started. That was two days ago. Three, if you account for … sleep? Had Egon even seen his bed in the last 72 hours?

“ –– Old buddy, do you need a second opinion on something?” Ray stepped into frame, giving Egon a glance over. “You’re starting to look like, well, what we get paid to get rid of,” he beamed. Gently yet firmly he then set a hand on Egon’s shoulder. The pitch of his voice changed and his dark eyes seemed to glimmer with new determination.

“EGON SPENGLER!!! You’re getting up and out of this chair if I have to DRAG you away by your pompadour!” Ray cracked his knuckles just to prove he really meant what he said.

@realghostbusteregonspengler

[nightfall-is-coming-blog]

And so it begins || Nightfall and Ghost

Nightfall had been watching the bank for days now. She knew the security guards’ shifts, their routes, exactly when officer Benson takes his nightly pee break by heart. All she had to do was incapacitate them and the money would be free for her to steal. Maybe she didn’t need the money, but god did she love the thrill of committing crimes.

She stood up from where she was crouching on top of the building across from the bank, preparing to make her descent to the street. She lifted her hands up in front of her, shadows beginning to coalesce at her feet at her command.

Just as she was about to jump she heard someone behind her.

“Shit,” she muttered.

[caroldanversx]

@lxstenupbitchcakes

it’s all fun and games until someone says “ i love you. ” in the heat of the moment, fresh after a fight, the words— though true— don’t even register to carol for a moment. when they do, though, everything seems to freeze, grinding to a halt around her. crap. she can’t talk about this, not yet. not until she’s had time to accept it herself. but now she’s trapped; staying means she’ll have to talk, and running means making a scene, drawing attention to the fact that there is something she needs to work through. “ i didn't— no, actually, i did mean that. ”

[unswervingloyalty]

starter | @thesaviorouat

Will wasn’t entirely in his right mind as he stumbled into the library. Despite the struggle to break in (picking locks wasn’t so easy when you were drunk, no matter how many times you’ve done it before), he was soon searching the shelves. With his bottle of alcohol left on the front desk, Will peered at the swirling letters in front of him, trying to find his way through the narrow bookcases.

That was when he spotted the book. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Pulling it from the shelves and flipping through the pages, he could only frown as, like the rest of Storybrooke, he was confronted by an all too familiar and likewise far too different story. He was almost ready to leave the book when he turned to an illustration of the Red Queen. To Ana. 

[arabellaaldaine-blog]

 Arabella clambers down the steps of her apartment building, eyes bright and a grin on her face. It hasn’t been that long since she’s seen Miabella, but she misses her baby sister every second they’re apart. Waving when she sees the familiar figure outside, she beams excitedly.

                           “What, don’t I get a hug?”

@princess-fae