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hayley didn’t believe in psychics —they were nothing more than frauds who preyed on the vulnerable and told them what they wanted to hear. she would never have set foot inside that fortune teller’s shop if her friend hadn’t physically dragged her through the door. hayley waited impatiently in the corner, barely listening until the woman turned to her and insisted that she would find more than one thing she had lost in a pawn shop on the other side of town.

hayley didn’t think anything of it until she found herself walking past that very pawn shop completely by chance. she stood outside for a few minutes, looking at the collection of seemingly worthless junk on display in the window— some old clocks, porcelain dolls, tattered books, and… her grandmother’s dragonfly brooch. hayley had moved house three years ago and was convinced it had been lost forever when she couldn’t find it in any of the boxes, yet here it was.

the bell chimed above her head as she walked into the shop, which appeared to be empty apart from herself and a man behind the counter. when he turned around to greet hayley, his face seemed so familiar that she completely forgot about the brooch. “have we met before?” she asked, furrowing her brow as she tried to place his face. hayley couldn’t think of anywhere that she might have seen him but she was absolutely certain that she knew him somehow. “sorry, you just look extremely familiar.”

being the owner of the pawn shop meant that there were a couple of interesting people he came into contact with. when the bell on top of the door rang once it was opened, he turned around to see who it was. she wasn’t a regular, ronan was almost certain that she had never stepped foot into his shop, but he was sure that he had seen her before. his mouth was left slightly ajar as he tried to pinpoint where exactly he had seen her. how did he feel like he knew someone he had never physically seen?

for half a minute, the man was just standing there without saying anything. he shook his head so he could snap out of it. “i...” the merman titled his head slightly. “i think we have met before. i just don’t know how, if that makes sense.” ronan walked out from behind the counter and extended his hand out in case she wanted to shake it. “my name is ronan. don’t be sorry, you look familiar too.” his eyes gazed over at her. “you feel familiar at least, if that makes sense.” 

“You did something, didn’t you? Why am I even asking, I know the answer to that.” Tyler snorted and shook his head as he glared at the other man and moved towards the rooftop.  Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know which direction they’re coming from, or do I need to use my telepathic powers to sense them out?” 

“Are we going to play 21 questions or are you going to be smart and save your own life for once?“ Normally Ronan wasn’t this hostile, but he was at the end near of his heist and he needed to leave. “From the east wing, that’s why I came to the west. We should be fine if we jump down after a couple of buildings and hide in an alleyway. They’ll give up soon enough on their hunt.”

“Yes, because I truly have nothing better to do than stalk you,” Tyler said with a snort and a dramatic roll of his eyes as he looked at the other man. He raised an eyebrow when the other asked him if he would join him. “And why would I want to join my biggest rival and pain in my ass? What are you even doing?” 

“If you want to stay here and get caught then that’s fine with me.“ Ronan rolled his eyes when he realized this wasn’t going to be the easiest conversation. He didn’t have all of the time to waste though, so he walked over to the edge of the rooftop. “They should be coming any time soon. Hate me all you want, but at least hate and run.” As much as Tyler got under his skin, he didn’t want to see an enemy go down for something he did.

leaning down, he kissed his lover’s lips. soft pecks before thrusting into his ass with his fingers. the tips of his index and middle finger lightly brushed over the prostate, pressing with a simple touch. “don’t underestimate  an old man, my love. i’d do anything in my power to keep you wanting my return. even if that implies turning you into something. in fact. i could perfectly turn you into a locker and bring you to work with me.” he teased, his other hand reaching for ronan’s cock to caress. “besides… look at you… have you ever seen anyone this beautiful? who’d make a better jewel?”

dyson hung up the phone as soon as he noticed ronan caldwell – yes, that ronan caldwell, the one from another lifetime ago – sauntering over to him on the street as if no time had passed since their last encounter. he watched him carefully as he approached, the alpha wolf forced to stand motionless as he had done all those years ago on account of the merman’s beauty. which, unsurprisingly, had not changed. the alpha didn’t speak at first – after all, the merman prince was the last person he expected to ‘bump’ into on his way home from work. not until ronan was in front of him. “i’m off duty,” he managed to say when he finally did speak. he tried to keep his tone and his expression as neutral as possible. he remembered ronan enjoying catching people off guard, and dyson wasn’t prepared to  have that one held over him. “for now.” when ronan inched closer and placed a delicate hand to his chest, dyson took in a deep breath and held it in. his shoulders tensed up at the same time. his heart beat faster. he had forgotten how alluring ronan was. he held the man’s gaze for a moment before replying in a low voice. “i might just hold you to that,” he replied when ronan promised he hadn’t been the cause of any crime scenes. yet. “for the record,” he added in a low voice, moving in closer so as to have more of their bodies touch. “i try to keep a lower profile these days.” his gaze fell to ronan’s perfectly pinkish lips, his mind suddenly shifting to other things… “think you can manage that?”

“You know what they say. Birds of a feather. We are probably just really good at having sticky fingers.” Dakota said with a little smirk as he moved to the edge of the building before jumping off to the ledge below. “Let’s go somewhere for sure. You can watch more than my back if you want. Oh we can trade like it’s candy on Halloween if you want. I’m Dakota by the way.” he said with a bright white shit eating grin. “Lovely to meet you.”

“are you going to blush?” peyton asked, leaning forward so to hover above ronan, his figure shadowing the merman and keeping the sun from blinding him while letting him look at his face. smiling softly, he  brushed the other’s right cheek with the backside of his left hand. “planning on looking cuter, don’t you?” he teased, before shaking his head. “no they don’t. my powers don’t hurt me. directly at least. empathy is a whole different topic. necrocognition tho… it’s a pain in the ass.”

it’s not an answer hector would’ve expected, from someone trying to curry his favor. a single red-brown brow was raised. “maybe it isn’t,” he admitted. his ties to the wider world were only recently discovered. there weren’t any roots woven through it, he could easily just return to the race to get into a team, even take up commentating. surely there’s a fae boon, for that. “if you wish to map, then I hope your writing hand is ready. I don’t intend to leave many stones unturned.” surely, there were peoples that were less excited about being discovered or charted on, but hector was ever thirsting for knowledge. the next question, the next answer.

and he’d tripped into a nigh-endless font of questions.