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"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious." (Luc/Gi/Christos)

Lucas leaned over the bed and gave Gianna a soft kiss, smiling as her nose wrinkled and she began to wake up, “Hey, I’m just heading out before someone sees me.” He said softly, almost a whisper against her cheek.

Gi hummed, stretching out her tired body under the covers, “Mmmm, okay. At least let me walk you back, I need tea and it’s on the way.” she shrugged, sitting up and rubbing her eyes with one hand as the other fixed her pyjamas into place as she stood.

“Oh, you’re walking me back to my place, reverse chivalry is something I could definitely get used to.” Luca chuckled, wrapping his arms around the blonde once she was up and on her feet, “I’d be honoured if you walked me home.”

The blonde rolled her eyes playfully, slipping her feet into her slippers, “Yeah yeah, don’t get used to it. You’re the one who’s supposed to be the gentleman, remember?”

“Mhm, I know, princess.” The male dropped another kiss to her forehead and pulled the bedroom door open, only to lock eyes with Christos as he left his office. Lucas felt his heart drop to his feet and it took a moment for his brain to start working, “Mornin’ Christos. Long night?” He asked in what he hoped was as innocent a voice as he could muster.

Christos raised his eyebrows as the male emerged from Gianna’s bedroom, followed by the blonde, “Ah Lucas, good morning.” He smiled softly, glancing back at his office, “Just the usual, contract negotiations and such. Time zones, you know how they can be.” He looked the teens over for a long moment, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

Lucas squirmed under the older male’s gaze, feeling like he was getting the silent third degree and that he had to explain himself, “Uh, there was a storm last night. Gianna told me when we went drinking that she’s not so good with them. I offered to stay with her. On the floor, of course.” He added, far too quickly for someone to be totally innocent, “Nothing untoward at all, scouts honour.” Luc even raised his hand to his head in a salute to try and sell the bit.

Tilting his head again for a moment, clearly glancing at the messed up bed behind the two of them before his usual friendly smile was back in place, Christos met Luc’s eye again, “I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just staying, it looks suspicious.” He watched Lucas squirm once more before turning and heading down the stairs, “Anyway, I have an early meeting to get to, I shall see you both later.” He said over his shoulder with a light chuckle to himself.

"Do you know how much you mean to me?" (John/Luc)

John shifted from foot to foot after ringing the doorbell to Lucas’ house, he’d been invited over for the night by the younger male for the first time since he’d moved back into his family home.

Nervous energy thrummed through his entire being, at times he still felt like he was just an add-on that came with Gianna, but his feelings for Lucas were true, albeit new to him.

He took half a step back as the door opened to reveal Lucas, the younger male smiling broadly at him before he surged forward to wrap his arms around the teacher, pulling him into a searing kiss.

When they finally separated after what felt like an eternity, Lucas threaded their fingers together, “Welcome home.” He stated softly, drawing him across the threshold to close the door with a soft click.

John’s body relaxed fractionally, his grip on his boyfriend’s hand increasing ever so slightly, “I wasn’t sure you’d still wan—“

A finger on his lips cut him off before he could finish the sentence, “This is your home. Our home, you need to start believing that.” The younger male pulled him closer, releasing his hand only to wrap one arm around his waist and thread the fingers of the other hand through John’s hair, “Do you know how much you mean to me? I love you, John. I meant it when I said it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.” (WW!Nick/Blaine)

Nick hunted under the bed for his missing shoe, sure he’d kicked it in his haste to not be late to dinner a couple of nights before, listening to Blaine pacing the clear space in their cabin, “Babe, I dunno what you’re so worked up about, it’s just a little breaking into the sports hall and some light drinking, maybe even some spin the bottle.” He said, reaching towards the wall as his fingers brushed against his shoe, “We’ve done way worse than this before.”

The curly haired male stopped pacing in front of the door and turned to face his boyfriend’s wiggling ass as he groped blindly under his bed, “Well… That’s just it, I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

Fingers closing around the rubber and canvas shoe he’d been grabbing for, Nick sat back on his heels and turned to look at Blaine with an eyebrow raised and a smirk in his lips, “Oh really?”

Nick stood, turning to disappear into the bathroom and returned a minute later holding an empty bottle of Blaine’s expensive shampoo he’d liberated from the trash can and rinsed clean. He sat himself down in the middle of the floor and pointed to the floor across from him, “Sit.” He said spinning the bottle before the other male had a chance to argue or do much else other than sit on the floor.

The bottle span rapidly between them, landing just off to the side of Blaine, Nick looked up at his boyfriend with a slow smirk, leaning over to close the gap between them. He pressed forward to draw the other into his arms, fingers tangling in the back of his curls and pressing their lips together in an urgent kiss.

Blaine was first to pull back for air, having been taken a little by surprise, “We’re not making it to the breaking and entering party, are we?”

“I’m sure they’ll make do without us, they’ll understand.” Nick muttered, nipping at Blaine’s lower lip, “Think we should spin it again?”

“I don’t believe in miracles, never did.” (Luc and Kai)

In the months that followed everyone finding out about Dom’s treatment of her, Kaia had done very well not to truly break down in front of anyone as she fully processed her trauma - not even to Jace had seen the full extent of the psychological damage her ex had done to her.

During a quiet Friday afternoon at the manor, something within the lilac haired teen just broke as she watched her daughter struggle to pull herself up to her feet. To see something so innocent, the way she had been before she allowed Dominic to completely stomp out her light.

With her chest heaving as she desperately tried to be silent so as not to scare Lilah, she wiped angrily at her eyes, fighting flashbacks and whispered words that flooded to the forefront of her mind.

Lucas hadn’t been around the manor in a while since moving back to his old house, but he still had a key to the manor (Sophia had insisted that he could come and go from his home as much as he wanted or needed to), so he let himself in only to be faced with Kaia silently sobbing as she desperately tried to get a hold of herself in order not to frighten her daughter in the front room.

The male didn’t even hesitate, he strode right over to Kai and wrapped his arms around her, softly at first so as not to crowd her and then tighter as she sank against him, “It’s okay… It’s okay, I’m here… It’s a fucking miracle you haven’t broken down like this before.” He muttered, lowering them both to the floor with the female still in his arms, a hand gently rubbing over her back as he kept an eye on the infant in the other room.

Kai hiccoughed and shook her head, waiting until she finally had enough of a handle on her tears that she could reply, “I don’t believe in miracles, never did.” she muttered with a shrug.

“Bullshit.” Luc said, a firm edge to his voice, “That little girl in that room is a miracle, she came from you, she fought to be here and there she is. If that ain’t a miracle then I don’t know what is.”

“No whining.” (Luc and Dwight)

Lucas covered his mouth in an effort not to snicker as Dwight knocked into a side table while wandering back from the kitchen with a fresh bowl of popcorn, “Listen, dude, you gotta at least trim that mop of yours.” He gestured to the top of his very tall friend’s head, “You can’t see anything below like… My eye level, that shit’s dangerous man.”

Dwight’s head snapped up to look at his best friend, “Why, what’s wrong with it?” He started to ask defensively before looking down and having to physically push his hair out of the way so he could see the side table he’d knocked askew, “Oh..”

“Yeah, oh.” Luc rolled his eyes and rolled off the couch to his feet, moving toward the bathroom, “Follow me, I’m giving you a trim.” The older male barely looked behind him as he led the way but he stopped when he heard Dwight’s inhale, getting ready to say something.

“What are you smoking?” (Gi and Nick)

Having managed to find a moment to slip out of the manor and around the side of the house, Nick checked both ways to make sure the coast was clear before pulling a cigarette from the packet in his pocket. Within moments he had it pressed to his lips and lit, taking a long inhale of smoke and letting himself relax against the cool wall of the house.

God he’d missed this, and not just the nicotine he had been so close to kicking only to have college stress start him right up again, but the stolen peace from the house, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody would catch him in the act.

The window above him opened a crack and then a little further until Gianna’s head stuck out, nose screwed up at the smell, “What are you smoking?” She asked slowly, not wanting to startle him.

Nick let out a long puff of smoke and tilted his head back against the house until he was looking up at his little cousin, “Crack. Want some?” He asked with a smirk, “Listen, you let me finish off this smoke and I’ll take you shopping or something. I just needed five minutes.”

Gi hummed thoughtfully before shrugging, “M’kay, but I want new jewellery. Something expensive and from that place Uncle Christos likes so much.”

“Jesus Christ, why did I open my mouth?” The male muttered before letting out a cloud of smoke and sighing, “Fine, you win. I’ll take you over there, try not to go too crazy,”

“Deal!” Gianna grinned, slamming the window shut as she disappeared from view once again.

“Nice outfit by the way.” (Gallavich)

Ian padded around their shitty motel room, gathering up the last of the shit he needed for his shift at the strip club. As he passed the mirror he gave himself a good look over, realised his hair wasn’t quite right, and started messing it up again; sex sells, even if the clients couldn’t lay a hand on him, they needed to think that they could.

With a final muss of his hair he headed towards the door and called over his shoulder to Mick who was still in the bathroom, “Hey, you coming or what? You can’t be late on your first bar shift.”

The bathroom door opened after a second and Mickey emerged, muttering under his breath about knocking someone’s teeth down their throat as he tugged self consciously at his skin tight lamé outfit, he caught his boyfriends eye and scowled, “Don’t fucking say it.”

1. Who wakes up from a nightmare and who comforts them?

Mickey wakes from nightmares about his dad, Ian will hold him through it all, from the first tremors before he wakes all the way through to panicked panting and angrily wiped away tears until Mick is calm once more.2. Who is older, and who makes the ‘older’ jokes?

Mickey’s older, but Ian makes so many jokes about being his parent that he honestly feels he’s the older of the two.

3. Who lies on the floor to deal with their mental issues and who brings them a plate of food? 

Ian has a habit of lying on the floor during his existential crisis's, Mick -although he can’t really cook - will bring him food until he’s ready to talk it through properly.

4. Who would do the dangerous thing while the other person watches and panics?

Honestly, the two of them have had the kind of life that forces them to do dangerous things so really neither of them.

5. Who would spontaneously plan a romantic dinner? 

Ian, it wouldn’t be much but he’d clear out the house, find some candles and make it as romantic as he possibly can.

6. Do they have similar tastes in music? 

Ian’s more of a rap/hip hop listener, Mick listens to some but he tends to go for rock or metal.

7. If they had a kid, what would the kid inherent from both parents?

A strong sense of self, swagger and a hell of a lot of swear words.

8. Who cries during sad movies?

Ian cries like a baby, but only if it’s the two of them, otherwise he remains stoic.

9. Who keeps the other up asking odd questions all night long?

Mick gets sick of being kept up each night with Ian asking what he calls the ‘big questions’, in reality, he’s just stoned and asking anything that crosses his mind. He likes to hear Mickey’s opinion on everything.

10. Who can’t help but make puns where ever they go?

“I feel like I’m fading.” (Jess and Dwight)

Curled in the window seat of her boyfriend’s dorm room, Jessica stared out at the school grounds blankly. It had been weeks since the incident and she still wasn’t feeling like herself, in fact, she was getting worse.

“Jess?” Dwight questioned from across the room as he came back with food on a tray from the kitchen, his eyes darting over the younger female’s form for any sign that she’d moved at all during the day.

Seeing that she was still wrappe firmly in the blanket he’d draped around her that morning, it was safe to assume not. With a sigh he crossed the room and sat on the padded seat next to the female, gently stroking some of her hair from her face in order to see her better, “Hey… You feeling any better?” He asked after a moment, realising that she wasn’t going to tear her eyes from whatever she was looking at.

Jessica barely registered that she wasn’t alone in the dorm room any more, replaying that moment over and over in her head until it was all she knew and all she could think about at any point of that day.

The hand in her hair visibly startled her, to the point that she refused to make eye contact and show how weak she felt inside. Silence loomed as the question hung unanswered between the two of them.

“I feel like I’m fading.”

The reply so soft that the male had to strain to hear it, even in the otherwise quiet room. Dwight felt his heart break, the idea that someone once so sure of themselves now had no sense of self was beyond comprehension and yet it was happening, and to someone he loved.

With a soft exhale, thankful to have had the reply in the first place, he cautiously slid an arm around his girlfriend’s blankets form and held her as tight as he dared, even as she made no move to get closer or pull away, she just sat still and blankly stared out of the window.

There was nothing he could say that he hadn’t said a hundred times before, it had all fallen on deaf ears’ Jess wasn’t ready to even attempt to deal with what had happened, instead she relived it day after day. So he did what he could, he gave her comfort and a shoulder to lean on - when she was ready, he’d be there to listen.

“Did you just smell me?” (Della and Fenrir)

Delphine was just about sick of having people keep asking her how she felt, ever since they found out she was pregnant there was constantly someone lurking just feet behind her asking if they could get her anything, a glass of water or perhaps something to sit on. It drove her insane.

The only person who hadn’t begun to treat her like some kind of invalid instead of the Dark Queen was Fenrir, and that was purely due to his being a wolf; pregnant wolves did just as much as those who were not up until the last month of so of pregnancy when it became necessary to rest as much as possible.

Del had always liked Fenrir, they were very much of the same mindset; anyone who wasn’t one of theirs was instantly a threat and it took a while to warm to new people. That and she’d always had no problem wrapping her around her little finger, not that he particularly minded seeing as her requests were often less strenuous than Lord Voldemort’s.

The Wolf pack leader had stopped by the manor on his way back from a mission, wanting to relay the good news to his Lord and to send Remus’ best wishes to both she and Marcella if he saw them. Now, sat in the den with a glass of Firewhiskey in hand, he watched his Queen and dare he say it, friend, in his peripheral vision as she discreetly tried not to look as sick as she no doubt felt.

Leaning closer to the chair next to him under the guise of getting more comfortable he took a long inhale, curious as to whether the female’s scent had changed yet the child’s growing power. Of course, he could smell the usual power and dominance rolling from Delphinus as it always did, beneath that was the intermingled scent of both she and her lover with a distinct hint of something else; This child’s powers were far greater than anyone had yet had a chance to realise.

Della lowered her teacup from her lips and placed it back on its saucer before raising a curious eyebrow at her companion, “Did you just smell me?” She questioned.

Fenrir smiled to himself as he took another sip from his glass, “Simply checking on the Dark Lord’s heir. You seemed to be in some discomfort, I wondered if it were a symptom or something else.”

“And?” The blonde replied hotly, her temper far shorter these days.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” (John & Lucas)

Lucas opened the door to his house with a grin, having been expecting his boyfriend after his last lesson at Duval manor, “Hello gorgeous.” He smirked, stepping aside to let the older male through the door, all the while dragging his eyes over John’s slim fitting pants.

John turned around as he placed his bag on the ground and removed his coat, meeting the younger male’s eye when he eventually tore his eyes from his body, “So glad you appreciate a well cut suit.” he chuckled, noting that Luc was still eyeing his shirt up with mild confusion.

“…Are you wearing my shirt?” He questioned, kicking the door closed behind him without much thought and stepping over to the tall male, “You are aren’t you?” He smirked, grabbing the hem of the shirt in question, the centre of which was clearly visible under the tutor’s blazer.

John continued to smile challengingly at the younger male and gave him a shrug by way of an answer, “I’m not entirely sure.. It does seem a little large on me, but you can’t deny it looks bloody good on me.”

Lucas drew his boyfriend closer by the grip he had on the shirt until they were barely inches apart, “I think you better get you ass up stairs and show me how much better it looks on you from all angles.”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” (S1!Hannigram)

Hannibal stepped out onto the porch, smoothing down his sweater as he carried his heavy woollen coat over his arm to meet Will who stood a few feet in front of the porch steps, watching as his pack ran off excess energy and did their business.

He waited a moment before following down the steps to drape his coat around his lover’s shoulders to protect him from the autumnal chill in the air, “You’ll not be able to watch them if you’re stuck in the hospital with hyperthermia.” He stated with a half smile, as Will nodded jerkily, still far too distracted keeping an eye on the dogs to do much else than pull the coat around him tighter.

Once the last of his pack came back into view and the headcount was correct, the profiler turned his head up to look at the stars, perfectly visible in the sky with no light pollution to dampen their shine out in Wolf Trap, “I spend so much time outside in the fog and the cold. I barely remember to look up and remember I’m nothing more than recycled stardust.” As he spoke, his breath misted in front of him, obscuring him from view for a second.

Doctor Lecter tilted his head up to look at the stars above him, able to name all of the constellations above him but finding that he didn’t care for showing off his ever expanding knowledge. Instead, he stepped before Will and caught his gaze - just for a moment, but it’s long enough - his hand tenderly cupping stubbled jaw, “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” He mused, allowing his mask to slip enough to smile genuinely, his eyes crinkling at the corners with it.

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.” (Lucas/Kaia)

Standing in front of the full length mirror in her room wearing nothing but her underwear, Kaia looked herself over and inspected the last of her fading bruises that marred her once perfect skin.

With a sigh she turned a little to the side, furrowing her brow at the stretchmarks on her hips and thighs, and pulled at her skin every so often as she critiqued her body, “I’m so out of shape..” the female muttered to herself, her once toned stomach was now covered with slightly saggy skin - the remainder of her pregnancy bump - while her face appeared gaunt after months of little sleep and barely any food.

“You look great and you should know it.” A voice replied from behind her.

Turning her head a little, Kaia met Lucas’ eye in the mirror, half considering covering her very exposed body up but after a moment she just turned to face him properly, “Funnily enough, I don’t feel all that great after everything I’ve been through..”

1. Who wakes up from a nightmare and who comforts them? 

During the first few months of their relationship, Leo tended to be the one who had nightmares regarding his mother as well as the torments his cousins had put him through. In more recent months, it has been Nick who wakes from a nightmare and has his husband comfort him for as long as he may need.

2. Who is older, and who makes the ‘older’ jokes? 

Nikolaos is the older of the two, but he acts as though he were his sister’s age most of the time so poor Leo is left to be the butt of the older jokes.

3. Who lies on the floor to deal with their mental issues and who brings them a plate of food? 

Without a doubt, Nick is always the one dealing with any of his problems by lying on the floor for days at a time. Leo has become accustomed to Nick’s way of coping, now he cooks his favourite foods and brings it to him without question.

4. Who would do the dangerous thing while the other person watches and panics? 

Always being a bit of a daredevil since his days at Dalton, Nick is constantly putting himself in harms way while Leone spends the entire time wondering if this will be the day he has to start making funeral plans.

5. Who would spontaneously plan a romantic dinner? 

While Leo tends to be the stay at home dad while home schooling, he spends all of his time either watching Bella or studying while she sleeps or plays in her room. Nick, being part time at college, has the time to sit down and put together the most romantic meal he possibly could and he’d even make sure they had a babysitter to minimise distractions.

6. Do they have similar tastes in music? 

Surprisingly yes, Nick has always liked a wide ranged of music, ever since the two of them have been together they have been showing each other music they’d think the other would like.

7. If they had a kid, what would the kid inherent from both parents?

If the two of them were to have a child from infancy, the kids would inherit a short fuse from Nick’s side of the family and probably a logically mind from Leo. Something teachers would hate, obviously.

8. Who cries during sad movies?

While Nick tries his hardest not to cry, he’s always the first one to get the sniffles. He’s usually not alone in the tears for all that long.

9. Who keeps the other up asking odd questions all night long?

This is fifty fifty, I think it depends on what kind of mood they’re in and what they have been doing during the day. Nick tends to ask odd questions about things most people couldn’t even begin to think up because they’re so random but Leo tends to ask odd questions as he learns about things. Honestly, Nick finds it endearing and he loves to help his husband continue learning.

10. Who can’t help but make puns where ever they go?

[Text]: So I might be in the hospital right now… (Gallavich)

[Text]: Fuck, Mickey!

[Text]: Please tell me you at least didn’t get shot this time?

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” (Tabby and Dem)

Curled up on the couch in the front room, surrounded by darkness and several pools of moonlight, Tabitha hugged her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth trying to stave off a panic attack after the nightmare she’d woken from hours earlier.

The female stuffed a fist in her mouth to muffle a sob that escaped, hoping that she wouldn’t wake the other occupants of the penthouse. Hearing a door open down the hall, she sat up rapidly and wiped the tears from her face as footsteps approached the room she was in.

“Tabs?” Came a quiet whisper from the doorway, followed by more footsteps until Demetrius stepped into one of the patches of moonlight pouring through the windows, “Honey, what is it?” He continued, sitting down on the couch next to the redhead to put his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his embrace.

Tabitha shook her head quickly, “Don’t worry about it, just a nightmare. You should go back to sleep while you still can.”

Demetri sighed softly, kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and pulled his lover closer to his body, “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway. Besides, I’m not about to leave you out here in this state. I love you, remember? I won’t ignore when you’re in pain.”

The male shifted down a little in his seat and pressed a kiss to the top of her messy hair, “We can stay like this as long as you need to, the only thing I care about is that you’re okay.”

“I know you’re not okay.” (Tabby and Hann)

Hannibal poured over papers in his office, planning the next phase of their total take over of the city as they began to take out each of Darko’s underbosses. The soulful sound of a cello being played filled the room, amplified by the ventilation system running through the townhouse.

Placing down the letter opener he’d been fiddling with as he thought, the grey haired male stood from the desk in the office he’d made in Valentin’s disused bedroom, following the music toward the Submissive bedroom.

He paused with a hand on the door handle, allowing the deep, melancholy notes to wash over him for a moment before silently letting himself in to find his wife, sat on a chair in the middle of the room with her eyes closed she she played not from memory, but from her soul.

Unwilling to disturb her, the male simply sat himself down against the wall by the door and watched in awe as Tabitha was completely consumed by the music, unable to do anything but pour her heart out in the to bow and strings.

Hannibal knew what had caused this, in reality he’d been waiting for it for ever since Tab had finally decided on her plan to get Darko, once and for all. She was strong, but she knew exactly what awaited her in that house of horrors.

The song drew to an end, the grey male saw that the female was crying, unknown to her until she regained her senses and realised that she was no longer alone in the room. She scrambled to wipe her face quickly as soon as she’d moved aside the cello, “Hann-”

“I know you’re not okay, Tabby.” He said quietly, standing gracefully to pull the redhead into his arms, holding her tight. He hoped that he could give her the strength she needed to endure what was to come.

Tabitha froze as Hannibal wrapped his arms around her, it took her a moment to remember that this was Hannibal he’d never hurt her, he loved her more than anything in the world. Slowly, she started to relax into his strong chest. Before she knew it she was sobbing uncontrollably but surprisingly felt better than she had in weeks.