#here have some garbage

Keenler - 40 “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” 

It’s late when Liz finally makes it home, unlocking the apartment door and shutting it quietly behind her.  Red’s plane had made a late night landing and Liz had gone straight from the airfield to home, ready to fall into bed.  

She stops and cracks open the door to Agnes’ room, smiling slightly at the young girl clutching a bear to her chest and hanging half off the bed.  Liz takes a moment to tuck her back in, pressing a kiss to her sleeping daughter’s forehead before quietly exiting the room.  

The rest of the apartment is dark as she makes her way to the bedroom, but she can see the signs of her partner in the rest of their home.  Ressler’s keys and badge are on the kitchen counter and one of his suit jackets is hung over the back of a dining chair and if she listens closely, she can hear his soft snore from their bedroom.

She feels guilty about how they’d left things the last time they’d spoken, a few hours before she hopped on a plane with Reddington to hunt down someone with ties to the Townsend Directive. They’d fought briefly, about the case and Red and how long she’d been away this time, but she hopes that he’s forgiven her by now.

Liz takes a detour into the bathroom, changing into a spare sleep shirt and giving her face a quick wash before heading into the bedroom.  It’s late and she’ll have to be up in the morning to give her report at the Post Office, but she can’t help but take a moment to watch her boyfriend sleep.  

His mouth is slightly open, pink lips parted to let quiet snores through and his freckled face is relaxed in sleep, far more than it is when he’s awake.  She smiles as she crawls into bed, trying not to jostle the mattress too much as she burrows under the covers.  

She knows she should let him sleep, that he will be up even earlier than her to make Agnes breakfast and get her ready for school, but she can’t help herself when he looks so handsome.  She presses herself as close as possible to his sleeping form and runs her index finger softly from his brow to the tip of his nose.  Ressler’s always been a light sleeper, so he immediately wakes, blinking sleepily in the moonlight.

“Hi,” she whispers, moving her hand from his face.  Her heart clenches as he just stares at her and she thinks for a moment that he’s still mad at her.  And then he smiles, a slow, sleepy grin that crawls across his face when he realizes it’s her and her heart warms in her chest.  

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” Liz jokes, still a little nervous that he’s still mad at her.  

“Just for you,” he whispers back before pressing a kiss to her lips.  “Welcome home.”

She finally relaxes against him, returning his kiss with one of her own and matching his smile.  “I’m sorry,” she says against his lips.  

Ren, sipping from his tea, blankly looking at the television in the dimly lit RWBY home's den: Well, it's certainly less hectic at our home.

Ruby, screeching as the screen flashes: YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE IN THERE!

Ren, nodding his head: Example A through C right there.

Jaune, chuckling a bit, lightly punching Ren's arm, a beer in his hand: As if Nora doesn't drive you up the wall sometimes.

Ren, nods: Mhm, sometimes. Sometimes you do too.

Jaune, embarrassed: Ahheh, right...right.

Weiss, snapping: Ruby! Stop jumping you just spilled your drink on me.

Blake, coming into the room with a bowl of popcorn: Y'know, for someone who recommended horror, you sure suck at watching it.

Jaune, laughing, agreeing with Blake: Dead on, as for me. I'm good. I'm good. Surviving. Teaching at Beacon, Goodwitch is one hell of a boss though. As for Ren and Nora, well I sure wouldn't mind being an Uncle yet again.

Ren, sighing: Please.

Jaune, chuckling, patting Ren's shoulder: As for what we do with the kids, anything a good set of Aunt and Uncles would do, we take em out and spoil them. Gives moms a break too, right?

Weiss, leaning forward past Ruby: Thank you, for all that.

Blake, setting the popcorn down on the table, agreeing: A little break is nice. Plus the kids love you guys so.

Ren, nodding with a smile: Well, we love them t-...Parsley?

Blake: Huh?

Ren: ...nothing, I just sensed her aura. Must be meditating.

Weiss, with a bit of a laugh: Well between Uncle Ren and Uncle Yatsu, no wonder.

Ruby, shouting again, jumping: NO YOU IDIOT IT'S RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR!

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Nora, counting through her remaining ammunition: Heh, didn't think we'd have any left over.

Yang, rolling her shoulder, cracking her neck: Sheesh, you brought enough to take down Atlas, of course you had some left over.

Nora, laughing: Grimm nests are a pain. Would rather have too much than too little.

Yang, stretching, staring up at the night sky: Aye. I'm with you on that.

Nora, turning her focus back to her weapon and ammo: As for being a mom? I'd like to, Ren isn't quite ready yet. Which...well, I'm not upset. I...don't know.

Yang, placing a hand on her shoulder: You'll be a great mom, I know it. And who knows, once Ren is finally ready maybe you'll luck out like Velvet.

Nora, laughs: HAH. No thank you. Quintuplets are waaaay too much. Hell, even your triplets are a lot. I'll be fine with one or two.

Yang, rolling her eyes: That's what we said too, now look at us. Anyways, mission complete. Let's head home. I wanna see my wives and kids.

Nora: And I'd like to see my husband and your kids too. Jaune too I guess.

Yang, laughs: Poor vomit boy.

Nora, packing up her equipment: So wives yeah, don't wanna see Ruby?

blood and bullets are the rule of law and if you're a man with convictions violence is inevitable.

“One could get used to waking this way.” he mumbled, eyes still shut tight.

“Could one?” Louis asked, his voice light and teasing. “That one is lucky his fiancé plans to wake him this way for the rest of his life.”

Harry tucked his smile deeper into the pillow. “Is it very late?” “Past supper, I was beginning to worry.” Louis said tucking himself fully into the bed.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said finally rolling onto his back. “I had a terrible headache.”

“You could have sent for someone, I’m sure we have something.”

He stretched, “I shouldn’t want to bother, usually resting takes it away.”

Louis hesitated before placing his palm over Harry’s naked stomach. “Are you feeling better?” Harry nodded.

“Should I ring for something to eat to be brought up?”

“No, my stomach isn’t quite settled, but thank you.”

Louis frowned. “Are you sure? Not even tea? Surly you should eat something you missed lunch as well.”

“I fear I could not stomach it.” Harry covered Louis hand with his own, entwining their fingers together. “I could stomach a kiss.”

“Only stomach it?” Louis asked, lips twitching up.

“Perhaps it would cure me.”

“Menace.” Louis muttered leaning down to press their lips together.

They kissed a few long moments before Louis pulled himself away with a sigh and made to stand. “I should go.”

“You should stay.” Harry said, holding on to his wrist, his bedsheets were beginning to smell of Louis and he had a thrill at the idea of falling asleep surrounded by him. “Just a bit longer.”

“I may fall asleep.” Louis warned.

Harry shrugged.

“The staff would talk if I’m found in your bed.” Harry tugged Louis to sit, “Let them talk.”

“Harry-” “As you said we’re to be wed in a few days, should I wish to share my bed with my fiancé than it is no one’s business but my own is it not?”

Louis smiled softly. “That is true but there is an order we must adhere to. You were right earlier, the scandal of sharing a bed before marriage would be ghastly.”