Disharmony

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1. Please keep in mind my age for interactions. If you’re looking for a ‘shippy’ type plot 21+. I’m not a frequent writer of smut, and would rather not write it at all. Unless the person is closer to my age and I feel comfortable about it.  2. I have no triggers, but if you do please lmk. So I know to trigger things effectively.  3. The topics being written will be mature and some NSFW. Only mature audiences, pls. 4.  Banned plots: Rape/SA, Incest (including step & adopted siblings) , & Pedophilia. 5. Banned FC’s: Anyone deceased, anyone underage, and anyone that has been asked to not be used. 

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"This is an unique situation." Vlad tried to wrap his head around Alice's twin and her husband. They had chosen each other, and lived a simple life. Would that be what his life would be, if his parents hadn't made this arrangement? He couldn't even put himself in Alice's shoes, but he wasn't a complete dick. "I really wish I could like to you and say I understand..but I really don't. It's like something you read from a novel or some bizarre rogue tabloid. How do you truly feel about everything?" A nervous laugh left his lips, "Maybe we'll actually have to set a date." Vlad offered, but quickly turned his attention to fetching them both something strong. Returning with a glass for him and her, offering her glass to her. "Or you know, the weather for the next few months is rather horrible."

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"That they would know about." Vlad snickered and offered a flirtatious wink in Davina's direction. "I have yet to scale the side of the building. Believe the tabloids would love that." He laughed at the mental image of him falling a few stories. The question caused his brows to furrow as he took in a deep breath before he answered, "Um..not yet. Are you surprised?"

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"It didn't need to end." Vlad argued, even though he knew that eventually their futures would hold nothing but heartbreak. He did at one point think about simply being disowned by the crown, but he did care for his family. Running away with Davina had crossed his dreams, though he wouldn't vocalize that now. "Because, you've been doing it right thus far." Vlad spoke sharply, but instantly regret it. The glimpses of her and a future without him made him furious. A single tear however caused him to pause, and his frigid composure to crack momentarily. "Don't cry." There was a mounting race of ache between his heart and his head. "I don't know, we could have figured something out. We could have made it to where it wasn't an international incident. But it doesn't matter now. Because you've ruined us." Vlad scoffed and shook his head. "No, I'll have a case of the plague on that day. In no universe will I watch you say 'I do' to someone else."

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“Not at all. Isn’t it a part of being in a relationship to have faith in each other?” Maybe he was looking at things through rose coloured glasses but Wyatt did have a romantic side. Even if he’d been screwed over by it before and knew that he probably shouldn’t. “Oh I’d noticed. Not gonna lie I find it quite attractive.” Or maybe he just found Gus attractive and therefore anything that Gus did he was going to like. “That’s nice of you guys. What’s he like?”

“Of course it is.” Gus replied with a nod. Feeling his cheeks slightly shade pink. “Seriously? That’s attractive? Well..at least it doesn’t annoy you.” Even with the true nature of his job, he was authentic in his interactions with Wyatt. He really did find him attractive, and felt himself starting to make excuses for the man. He for sure hadn’t seen Wyatt pull the first punch or the trigger yet. “He’s a good guy, a bit of a bookworm.” August paused and tilted his head thoughtfully. “Would you.. would you like to meet my family?”

“We really need to rub that in their faces properly soon enough, don’t you think? Wildly over the top anniversary party?” Like it was a question, they would definitely be going out of their way to throw the most obnoxious party that they could. Be completely over the top when it come to public displays of affection and show everyone just how wrong they were. He couldn’t stop his lips curving up into a soft smile at his husband’s reaction to the lazy kiss. Running his fingers through Liam’s hair for a moment before pushing Liam over and draping himself over the man to kiss him again.

“Yes, but only after our annual Vegas trip. We can’t forget where we started baby. Either that or we rub it in their faces and then go on vacation.” Liam placed the phone on the coffee table, and instead placed his arms around his husband’s waist. Deepening the kiss, while one of his legs intertwine with Caspian’s. “How am I going to concentrate on ordering us food, when you’re this delicious, hm?”

“You and I have very different definitions of that phrase.” A smirk on her face as she shrugged to his words. “Yeah okay I’ll pretend I believe that.” The bottle between the both of them and now glasses and Aurora held up a hand, “Ah no, put that shit down. You dug this hole.” Though she couldn’t blame him for assuming that she had known– the way he was talking it seemed like this revelation had happened some time ago. “Not sure when that became my responsibility. See unlike the rest of you I’ve been a bit busy– running the family business. You know what that’s like, right?” Or had he been too busy playing nurse to her younger brother. “What the actual fuck?” There really wasn’t anything else that Aurora could say about that. The shit her family had been through because of this woman. Fuck. “Well yeah, I’d worry about us if you were. Though I’m sure the collection of shit Cas is going to need to unload will pay for their next beach house.”

“I don’t think so, there’s only one right definition and that’s mine.” Maybe he missed a true calling of being a lawyer.”I think it’s well known that our lives would be easier if I was fluent in lies. I’m fluent in anger and hard truths.” He took a drink from his glass still trying to connect the fuckery of a family tree that was now under his radar. Liam set the phone down, after he had sent out his sos text to his husband. “You just contradicted yourself there sis. Family business and all that with two fresh walking liability zombies. With your creepy ass fucking genes. We’re all busy Aurora. Apparently we’re all fucking alive too.”Liam nodded with her words, “Exactly my point! What the fuck!?” He took another long drink of the tequila. “Surfuckingprise.” Liam squinted his gaze towards his sister-in-law, “Better be a rich ugly therapist. Maybe I should give being a therapist a shot.” The laugh that left his lips he’s sure the whole entire block heard it.

The wink coming from his fake husband forced Wyatt to send back a small smile and a nod, hoping to god that it didn’t look overly fake. He wasn’t good at this part of things and if someone was going to see through him he didn’t want it to happen at their first party here. “I’ve never held too much interest in gossip. I did know moving to a smaller place though would make it harder to duck.” A complete lie, Wyatt loved gossip. But he preferred to be the puppet master when it came to the bigger cities and what was being said in those kinds of places.

A small laugh and he shook his head quickly, “Please never tell my husband that I just did that. I’ll get a lecture about not being able to be nice for five minutes.” Wyatt hadn’t been able to help himself though and he would have to fix that if they were going to last more than a few months here. “Well technically, stepson. He’s Oliver’s from a previous marriage. From before he realised just how mad he was about me.” A teasing tone to his voice and he nodded, “Dogs are much easier, I hear. And they like seeing you a lot more.” He was still slowly bonding with Matty but that would only come with time. “Looks like they are.” May as well grab Oliver a drink as well before they started over to their husbands. “Wait, you have a woman watching you in your own home and complaining? That’s– wow.”

Oliver was still trying to understand everyone in their neighborhood, and perhaps pick apart why the marshals had placed them there. It was also nice to have another same-sex couple to lessen the strange looks him and Wyatt received offhandedly. It almost made him paranoid that they could tell he was faking things, but alas they just weren’t used to people such as them. 

Patiently he folded his hands in his lap. Dark hues locked on Caspian, and only wandering to look toward Wyatt or make sure Matty was playing at a safe distance. “He does seem protective, but that’s good. Wyatt has a resting bitch face that last for days.” As if he didn’t have one himself.  “Yeah, just the one.” Poor Matty inherited his height, so he was exceptionally easy to spot. “Matty is there.” Oliver pointed him out. “Do you have any kids? pets?” He may as well ask now, perhaps they could hang out more. For research purposes, obviously. Not being around his pseudo husband for awhile wouldn’t hurt him. Oliver nodded while they watched their husbands. “We moved here for a fresh start, and we heard it was a decent place to raise Matty. Couldn’t argue the affordable price and decent amount of square footage of the house either. The realtor really sold us on this street, that’s for sure.”

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Cas let out a laugh at the comment about resting bitch faces, “Okay well I think he’s going to get along well with Liam. I’m pretty sure the last time I saw him smile was our wedding. And even then.” That wasn’t even remotely true but it wasn’t like Caspian could talk about what would actually make his husband smile. “Oh God no.” Blinking twice he tried to backtrack, “I just mean– uh– we’re not ready for children or even sure that it’s something that will be in our future. He’s the only family I really need.” God he was digging this hole deeper and Cas really had to pray that no one overheard him. It wouldn’t look good when some had been convinced that he and Liam were trying for kids.

Though thankfully their husbands joined them before he could open his mouth any more, Cas wrapping his arm around Liam’s waist with a small smile. “Plus, Liam here is getting on a bit, we don’t need him to be ancient when our kids are in high school.” He was definitely going to pay for that comment later on and hopefully in the fun way. “So, Babe, giving our new neighbours all the horror stories of the street yet?”

“That’s as true a statement as I’ve heard, though it can be rather peaceful. Once you assert some dominance over the block.” Liam replied, he didn’t have to go into just hot Caspian and him made the neighborhood their bitch. He sure as hell was going to gossip with his husband about this later anyway. “You secret is safe with me. My husband is used to me being a dick to everyone but him. So if he asks, I greeted you like an asshole extraordinaire.” 

Kids were never his thing, because he wanted Caspian’s attention all to himself. So he tries to have a casual face while Wyatt explains the kid is from his husband’s previous marriage. “I admire your patience, but yes I can attest dogs are man’s best friend besides the husband.” He scoffed thinking about their fall lady. “Yeah, you’ll know when she shows up...trust me.”

Liam pressed a quick kiss to Caspian’s cheek, handing over the extra drink to him. “Hey baby, miss me? Hmmm? Me? Spreading gossip? No..but I did warn about the insufferable shrew. What were you two talking about?”

Twelve hour shifts had been the normal since Caspian had started working. Most of the time it had been okay but now that he was married it felt somewhat strange. Cas had never imagined being that person who wanted to get home to their spouse but he genuinely loved being around his husband. Loved that he got to be every part of himself with the man and it was okay. Whilst they’d been stupid when they’d first chosen to get married drunk it really seemed like the universe had wanted this. They were perfect for each other. 

It had been strange to come home and not see his husband immediately, and so Caspian made his way up the stairs. Maybe Liam was out and he had time for a shower before the man got home. And then he heard his name and Cas crossed his arms. “William?” Matching the tone and use of the full name. And then the question came out and he was raising an eyebrow quickly, “What the actual fuck did you just accuse me of?”

It had started to fester within him. He wanted to prove himself wrong on more than one level. If what his insecurities had twisted the truth was right, would he be able to kill them both and vanish? Liam isn’t so sure he could kill Caspian if he wanted to, but his impulsive nature mixed with his fickle temper made his actions unpredictable even to himself.

Soon he would have answers, he knew it the moment Caspian drove up and parked outside. The moment he heard the movement up the stairs, and the second their eyes met. “Yes? You heard me.” He answered with a snip, and he stood up quickly to walk to their closet. Opening it a sliver to create a thud against the closet doors and muffled pleading. “You are or you aren’t. This fucker was in our room when I got home.” He purposefully slammed the door into the face of the hostage, before he let the body of the hitman fall forward onto the floor.  

“Look familiar to you?”