Steddie Bingo Round 3 Prompt(s): Blood Kink, Sensation Sharing, Praise Kink.

Chapters: 14/19 Fandom: Downton Abbey Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thomas Barrow/Tom Branson Characters: Thomas Barrow, Tom Branson, The Crawley Family, Sybbie Branson, George Crawley, Phyllis Baxter Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, established arrangement, Canon Era, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Explicit Sexual Content, Period Typical Attitudes, Sexual Tension, Developing Relationship, conversion therapy, Not-Quite-Friends with Benefits, Internalized Homophobia, Heartbreak, Redemption, they're idiots, Weekly Updates Summary:

The English version is below ;)).

Sorpresa!!capítulo nuevo :DD

Cap 4:Intentando ser amigos…

-2 días después-

Estos aún seguían enojados,aún después de pasar un tiempo,simplemente esa discusión fue mucho para ellos,como para querer hacer algo.Warden aún no lo quería dejar ir,nunca dejaría ir a un prisionero,eso jamás lo aceptaría.Once-ler no le hablaría por rencor y orgullo,lo odiaba y ese era más que un motivo suficiente.

Once-ler:Pff,idiota!-enojado y acostado en la cama-

Warden se encontraba en su oficina,de mal humor y viendo hacía la ventana.

Warden:Pff,quién lo necesita?yo no,solo es un cretino,engreído-haciendo puchero y hundiéndose en su silla-para nada genial…claro que no!

Esté tratando de entretenerse,mirando a todos lados y pucheros.

Warden:¡Aaa!maldita sea…voy a ir con él y voy a confrontar esto!-levantándose de la silla de un brinco y yéndose-

Caminaba hacía la celda de Once-ler,de manera lenta y de vez en cuando deteniéndose,dudoso de su decisión.

Warden:Agg…sí,no,sí-arreglándose el traje y nervioso-no importa,yo mando y voy a ir ahí,no importa lo que él diga!yo soy el guardián y nadie me da órdenes.

Esté deteniéndose cuando llegó,sin darse cuenta llegó y esto lo puso nervioso.

Warden:Uff,ya llegué?-tragando saliva y tomando una gran bocanada de aire- pff,desde cuándo me importa esto?

Esté tocando lentamente y pausada,esperando a que el otro le cediera el pase.

Warden:Nop!mala idea! -volteándose y apunto de irse-

Once-ler:Si eres tú,largo!no estás bienvenido aquí-sonando enojado y gritando-

Warden:Pff,qué?-sonando incrédulo-soy bienvenido aquí sí quiero!no porque tú me lo ordenes,pff -cruzándose de brazos y un puchero-

Once-ler enojado salió a la puerta,abriéndola y viendo al otro con enojo.

Once-ler:Creí que había dejado claro,¡que no te quiero aquí!-gritándole y con el ceño fruncido-

Warden:Supongo,pero no me importa-transportándose con un arco-iris a la cama del otro-

Once-ler:Um?oye,oye…baja de ahí!-yendo hacía él y jalándolo de las manos-

Warden:¡No! -aferrándose a la cama- ¡vamos!

Once-ler:Vete?-jalándolo y tratando de poner fuerza-no tienes nada que hacer realmente…seguramente no sabes hacer otra cosa…

Warden:No,oh,no!te sorprendería lo que puedo hacer -sonriéndole y mirándolo-

Once-ler soltandolo y alejándose con pena.No intento hacer nada y simplemente se sentó a lado del otro,con las manos en su rostro.

Once-ler:Ugg…eres fastidioso,lo sabes?-sonando serio y agotado-

Warden:Umm…sí,me lo han dicho algunas veces…aunque no es cierto,solo soy un poco insistente,nada más-sonriendo y moviendo las piernas-

Once-ler:Ignoras tu realidad realmente…aunque supongo que eres feliz con eso-mirándolo-

Warden:¡Sí,lo soy!sabes,es mejor serlo…la realidad,amm…apesta un poco,es gris-sentándose a su lado y sonando feliz-

Once-ler:Sí…un poco,aveces…no lo sé-pensando-

Warden:Mmm…oye?-sonando serio-

Once-ler:Qué?

Warden:Aún te duelen las heridas?-sonando preocupado-

Once-ler:Oh,eso?no tanto…solo si las tocas…solo sanarán,ajam-pasando saliva-y tú?

Warden:Oh,pues…estoy bien,golpeas fuerte chico-sonriéndole-

Once-ler:Tú también,supongo que no debo provocarte entonces-sonriendo un poco-

Warden:Sí,supongo que es Superjail…-acomodándose los lentes-perdón por eso,debo tratar de tranquilizarme,no es normal que golpee a los reclusos,no soy un tipo de golpes-risa nerviosa y acariciando sus manos-

Once-ler:Sí,yo tampoco..me descontrole un poco,perdón…supongo que fuí un poco grosero…

Warden:Oh,eso?…tranquilo,los demás reclusos no son precisamente princesas delicadas,jaja-riendo un poco-no serías el primero en golpearme realmente…

Once-ler:Oh,entonces ya estás acostumbrado?-sonando preocupado-eso no debe ser agradable…

Warden:Tranquilo,no es algo de qué preocuparse…supongo que es algo normal aquí,no lo tomó a mal…solo como algo de su conducta en reforma.

Esté tratando de sonar tranquilo y acomodando su sombrero,un poco nervioso.Once-ler simplemente lo pensó pero supuso que no debía preocuparse del todo.

Once-ler:Sí…creo,si no es molestía preguntar…¿por qué insistes en ser mi amigo?no te lo tomes a mal…-sonando nervioso-

Warden:Oh…pues,pues…pienso que eres un tipo agradable,no muchos lo son aquí y quiero ser tu amigo,sí,eso-tratando de no sonar extraño y nervioso-

Once-ler:Oh,gracias…sí,creo que lo soy y supongo que no actue muy agradable ese día jejeje

Warden:Tranquilo,eso ya pasó…lo olvidaré,créeme…por eso trate de arreglarlo!-sonriendo y parándose de la cama,brincando-y voy a arreglarlo!

Once-ler:Oh,pues…qué vas hacer?-prestando atención-

Warden:Tú solo sígueme-yéndose,dando brinquitos y sonriente-

Once-ler:Oh,espera!-siguiéndolo y llegando a su lado-

El otro tenía un plan y lo iba a hacer,está vez sin arruinar nada o tratando de no hacerlo.

Once-ler:Qué vas a hacer?-mirándolo-

Warden:¿Tú bebes alcohol?-rodeándolo con un brazo-

Once-ler:Sí,no soy un gran bebedor pero sí…

Warden:Yo tampoco lo soy,pero aveces tomó un poco en el Superbar,es un lugar tranquilo,te gustara

Once-ler:Sí,supongo que lo es jeje-un poco nervioso,sabía que ese lugar sería un desastre o por lo menos un matadero-

Estos llegaron al Superbar,entraron y sí!El lugar era un desastre como siempre,aunque normalmente bajaban la intensidad del caos en cualquier lugar cuando Warden llegaba,por algún tipo de miedo al tipo loco y caótico que consideraban que era él.

Warden:Y aquí estamos!será divertido Once-ler-haciendo que el joven pase y sonriendo-

Once-ler:Sí,no creo que sea tan malo-entrando y volteando a todos lados por temor-

Warden:Sí!estarás bien,estás a mi lado!-sentándose en la barra junto con Once-ler-

Once-ler:Supongo…-viendo como unos tipos atrás le hacía señas obscenas y amenazandolo de muerte-aunque parece que algunos no les agrado…jeje

Warden:Tranquilo,yo me encargo de que nada te pase…para eso soy el guardián y tu…conocido,eso creo-volteando a ver todos lados-dónde demonios está…JARED!-sonando irritado-

El hombre bajito llegó,nervioso y mirándolo con miedo.

Jared:Sí señor?

Warden:Oh,ahí estás…como puedes ver!Once-ler y yo venimos a tomar algo…tal vez platicar las cosas y necesito que utilices tus manitas para preparar unos tragos-sonriendo y explicando con las manos-ok?

Jared:¡Enseguida señor!-yendo a hacerlo rápidamente-

Warden:Y bien Once-ler,qué puedes decirme de ti…digo,tengo un expediente de ti que Jailbot entrego,asi que no puedes mentirme en algunas cosas-tambaleando las piernas,sacando el expediente y guardándolo en su sombrero nuevamente -

Once-ler:Pues…amm,haber…no creo ser tan interesante,bueno!Soy el dueño de una fábrica de Thneeds.

Warden:Oh,sí!eso lo leí en el expediente…suenan bien esos t-th…bueno,eso!-sonriéndole y tratando de decirlo con algunas complicaciones-

Once-ler:Pues sí,de hecho son una cosa muy imaginativa…creo,pueden ser lo que quieras…ya sabes esas cosas como”tu imaginación es el límite”y eso…

Warden:Bueno,señor Once-ler…supongo que usted es muy imaginativo!eso te debió dar ventajas…

Once-ler:Sí,aunque fue difícil llegar a ser lo que soy…-recordando aquellos tiempos-

Warden:Oh,y quién es Once-ler exáctamente?digo…el nombre es un poco extraño pero,solo pregunto.

Once-ler:Pues…no lo sé,así me llamo…es un tanto extraño,aunque ella dijo que era su error de…una vez-un poco triste y cabizbajo-

Warden:Uff,bueno…quién lo dijo?suena como una especie de cosa cruel…-mirándolo y sonando curioso-

Once-ler:Mi madre…aunque fue una discusión,no creo que lo haya…dicho en serio…

Jared entregándoles sus tragos y yéndose.Warden lo miró,un tanto incómodo y no sabiendo qué hacer para hacerlo sonreír.

Warden:Uff,padres…no soy exáctamente bueno con esos temas,no soy precisamente bueno para decir que tuve una figura paterna a seguir…y eso-girando los ojos incómodo,queriendo cambiar el tema-

Once-ler:Sí…creo que yo tampoco -tomando de su trago y dando un soplido-pero,no creo que debamos hablar de eso…mejor,dime algo tuyo-sonriendo de nuevo-

Warden:Oh,¿de mí?pues-emocionado siempre de hablar de sí mismo-pues…sabes,yo construí está cárcel y como puedes ver,es increíblemente genial y súper avanzada,claro que sí…odio las cárceles de verdad,son grises,aburridas y para nada divertidas!como la de mi padre…pero hice que ese legado fuera más alegre,menos gris.

Once-ler:Entonces esto es algo de”de generación a generación”?

Warden:Sí,pero…pero yo soy mejor guardián,pff,claro que sí-tomando de su trago y sonando presumido-hay un premio en mi cuarto que lo dice,ajam!

Once-ler:Supongo que eso es genial,no tengo precisamente un premio pero si el reconocimiento de muchos…aunque tal vez en el futuro podría tenerlo…oh,cierto-otra vez sonando triste-

Warden tomó su trago,un tanto nervioso,sabía que significaba ese “oh,cierto” y no quería pelear con él otra vez.

Warden:Amm…¿cuántos años tienes?pareces ser uno de los reclusos jóvenes que llegan aquí…-cambiando el tema repentinamente-

Once-ler:Amm…25 años,y tú?pareces ser joven también-curioseando y sosteniendo su trago-

Warden:Oh,me halagas,en cuanto a eso,pues…-sonando nervioso,no es su tema favorito pero él mismo se metió y no podía escapar,no había ventanas-amm…oh,eso…pff,39…per-pero soy muy atractivo,eso debe quedar claro!- tratando de cubrir su ego dañado-

Once-ler:Tranquilo,nadie dijo que no…sí,eso creo…no pensé que los tuvieras,te ves menos que esa edad-tranquilizando al otro-

Warden:Obviamente,como puedes ver…¡soy alguien sumamente atractivo y elegante!-sonando presumido y con el ego subido-pff,la edad es algo…algo aparte…a quién le importa?

Once-ler:Tranquilo,supongo que no…no creo que debas preocuparte de eso,no aparentas esa edad-tomando-

Warden:Oh,gracias…es bueno saber que alguien reconoce eso,es obvió que es eso.

Once-ler:Bueno,sí…creo-acabando su trago-

Warden:Y bueno~qué más tiene para contarme,señor Once-ler-mirándolo atentamente y sonando interesado-

Once-ler:Ammm,veamos…-pensando en que decir y no sonar aburrido-no lo sé,pff,probablemente solo pueda hablar de mi negocio,de Thneed-ville y de la bola de pelos-sonando un poco molesto-

Warden:Uh,de qué hablas?me refiero a lo último

Once-ler:La bola de pelos?hablo del Lorax…es una pequeña molestía para mí y mis planes,solo va a mi oficina o a cualquier lado a donde voy,solo para molestarme y decirme”no tales los árboles””sabes hacía donde cae un árbol?””estás cegado por la avaricia”pff,tonterías…

Warden:Uh,suena molesto…he lidiado con algunos sujetos molestos,¿quieres que le diga a Jailbot que se encargue de él?-pensando en ya como hacerlo o lo que le diría al robot-

Once-ler pasó saliva y se quedó en shock por lo que menciono el otro.

Once-ler:Qué?no!…digo,el tipo no me agrada pero tampoco quiero que tu robot asesino se acerque y le haga daño,si lo entendiste verdad?-mirándolo con sospecha-

Warden:Ok,ok…entendido camarada,no le diré que le haga daño a tu molestador personal-tratando de sonar convincente y relajado-

Once-ler:Eso espero,sabes…antes eramos amigos pero…

Warden:Pero qué?-poniendo atención y dispuesto a oír la historia-

Once-ler:Pero eso acabó cuando…cuando empecé a talar los árboles,prometí que no lo haría…pero son solo unos árboles,realmente a nadie le importan…

Warden:Uff,bueno…ciertamente así lo es…rompiste tu promesa,nah,no me sorprende oír a alguien que rompió una promesa…menos de ti,no por nada estás aquí-sonriendo-

Once-ler lo miró un poco molesto y con un claramente “este no es el momento”.

Warden:Uh,sí…claro,perdón-sonriendo ahora nerviosamente-ajam!supongo que eso hizo que se apartaran,no?

Once-ler:Sí,creo que es al único que le importan los árboles…bueno,se supone que esa es su tarea y para lo que nació hasta donde yo sé…el tipo salió de un tronco a reclamarme y decirme cosas como”soy el Lorax guardián del bosque,habló por los árboles¨”realmente fue algo extraño…

Warden:Oh,yo también soy guardián de algo…¡tenemos tanto en común!podríamos ser amigos-sonriente-

Once-ler:Sin ofender…pero no creo que le agrades,el no es fan de la violencia y no es precisamente un tipo que le guste la sangre,que por cierto tienes algo de ella en la mejilla derecha-sacando un cigarrillo de su saco y prendiendolo para fumarlo-

Warden se limpió la sangre con un pañuelo que sacó de su manga y la miró con una cara seria y pensativa.

Warden:Jeje…sí,es un problema por aquí,de todos modos no le agrado a mucha gente-sonando un poco serio-creo que tengo más enemigos más que amigos,ajam!pero eso no importa…tal vez son ellos los del problema…

Once-ler:A veces así es,pero a veces no…no importa,creo que yo tampoco tengo tantos amigos de todos modos,algunos solo están conmigo para sacar noticia o algo que puedan decir de mí…de todos modos no me importa,estoy consiguiendo lo que quiero…aunque es un poco molesto que gente ande detrás de ti todo el tiempo,solo para saber si hiciste algo mal o algo bien para difundirlo,pff-dándole una calada a su cigarrillo-inquietante…

Warden:Mmm..sí,supongo…no hay gente detrás de mí todo el tiempo exáctamente,pero entiendo que debe ser una molestía,ajam!aunque Jared es como tener a una bola quejante detrás de ti todo el día,pero aprendí a ignorar eso-siempre lo ha hecho-

Once-ler:Mmm…sí,eso creo,quiéres?-ofreciéndole un cigarrillo-

Warden:Oh,no gracias…tampoco soy un buen fumador,solo debes en cuando…ya sabes,un poco de estrés por aquí y haya que liberar-sonrisita-

Once-ler:Ok,está bien…entiendo eso,a veces solo hago esto en mi oficina y veo como mi dinero crece…me pregunto cómo irán las cosas haya?-pensando y sorpresivamente no muy preocupado,solo pensando en cuánto tendrá que hacer-

Warden:No…no lo sé,supongo que bien…-un poco nervioso y jugando con sus dedos en la barra-

Once-ler:El Lorax debe estar cantando de alegría al ver que ya me fuí,pff,nunca lo he visto cantar…eso debe ser algo histórico jaja-risita divertida-nunca está de buen humor como para hacerlo de todos modos…

Warden:El tipo suena como alguien divertido aunque un tanto gruñón-pensando y poniendo una de sus manos en su mentón-

Once-ler:Uff,lo es…aunque puede llegar a ser alguien con quien platicar si lo necesitas…jeje-recordando esos tiempos y recargándose un poco en la barra-

Warden lo miró y simplemente sonrió,el chico parecía muy nostálgico ahora,de alguna forma se veía atraído a querer conocerlo aún más.

Warden:Sí,suena interesante…

Siguieron platicando y bebiendo,hasta que Warden simplemente cayó en la barra dormido,es ahí cuando Once-ler entendió que era hora de irse.

Once-ler:Amigo,qué haces?diablos-acomodándose el traje-estás dormido?

Viendo como unas Z salían de su alrededor,alejándose de él.

Once-ler:Pff,eres todo un personaje…vamos!-moviendolo-no quiero cargarte!…

Warden:Mmm…no-durmiendo-

Once-ler se levantó,un poco desequilibrado pero pudiendo mantenerse firme después.

Once-ler:Entonces,te dejaré~-fingiendo que se va-

Warden:No!..no puedo pararme,estoy un poco…mal

Once-ler:Parate,no seas exagerado…-viéndolo y cruzado de brazos-

Warden intentó pararse,parecía bien,pudo hacerlo y mantenerse firme.

Once-ler:Vez?estás bien…solo hay que irnos-sonriendo-

Warden:Creo que sí-dando un paso y cayéndose,sin intentar mantenerse-

Once-ler:Ups,tenías razón entonces…bueno,tengo que llevarte entonces…

Esté agarro los brazos del otro y lo llevo arrastrando,no lo podía cargar ahora por la falta del equilibrio por el alcohol ,pero al menos intento algo.Warden era liviano en Superjail así que no había de qué preocuparse,aparte el tipo estaba dormido,no le reclamará por eso. 

Once-ler:Bien,ahora dónde está tu cuarto?-viendo a todos lados-

Warden:Mmm…m-me encargo-sacando su bastón y llamando a Jailbot-Jai-jailbot ven a recoger a papá en el pasillo,ya sabes-soltando su bastón y durmiendo de nuevo-

Once-ler:Qué?pudiste hacer eso todo el tiempo?…agg,ya que..-soltando al otro y esperando a que el robot llegue-

Warden:Shhh~haz silencio,estoy durmiendo…-acurrucado y sonriendo en el suelo-

Jailbot llegó y cargó al alcaide,sabía lo que tenía que hacer,sonriéndole con cara de píxel feliz al joven.

Once-ler:Supongo que te encargas de él,bueno…adiós-sonriendo y despidiéndose-

Warden:-medio dormido-Adiós!

El robot se fue junto con el hombre mayor.Once-ler se fue,un tanto divertido por todo lo que acaba de suceder.

Once-ler:Esto será…extrañamente divertido…

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Cap 4:Trying to be friends…

-2 days later-

They were still angry, even after some time had passed, that argument was simply too much for them to want to do something. Warden still did not want to let him go, he would never let a prisoner go, he would never accept that. Once-ler would not I would speak to him out of resentment and pride, I hated him and that was more than a sufficient reason.

Once-ler: Pff, idiot! -angry and lying in bed-

Warden was in his office, in a bad mood and looking out the window.

Warden: Pff, who needs him? Not me, he's just a jerk, stuck up - pouting and sinking in his chair - not great at all… of course not!

He's trying to entertain himself, looking around and pouting.

Warden: Aaa! damn… I'm going to go to him and confront this! -jumping up from the chair and leaving-

He walked towards the Once-ler's cell, slowly and from time to time stopping, doubtful of his decision.

Warden: Agg…yes, no, yes-fixing his suit and nervous-it doesn't matter, I'm in charge and I'm going to go there, it doesn't matter what he says! I'm the warden and no one gives me orders.

He was stopping when he arrived, without realizing it he arrived and this made him nervous.

Warden: Ugh, am I there yet? - swallowing saliva and taking a big breath of air - pff, since when do I care about this?

Knock on the door and deliberately, waiting for the other person to give the pass.

Warden: No! Bad idea! -turning around and about to leave- Once-ler: If that's you, get out! You are not welcome here-sounding angry and yelling- Warden: Pff, what? - sounding incredulous - I'm welcome here if I want! Not because you order me, pff – crossing his arms and pouting –

An angry Once-ler approached the door, opened it and looked at the other.

Once-ler: I thought I made it clear that I don't want you here! -screaming and frowning- Warden: I guess, but I don't care-teleporting in a rainbow to the other's bed- Once-ler: Huh? Hey, hey… get down from there! - approaching him and pulling his hands - Warden: No! -clinging to the bed- come on! Once-ler: Leave? - pulling him and trying to put force - you really have nothing to do… surely you don't know how to do anything else… Warden: No, oh no! You'd be surprised what I can do-smiling and looking at him-

Once-ler let go of him and walked away shame He didn't try to do anything and simply sat next to the other, with his hands on his face.

Once-ler: Ugg…you're annoying, you know that?-sounding serious and exhausted- Warden: Umm…yes, I've been told that a few times…although it's not true, I'm just a little insistent, nothing more-smiling and moving his legs- Once-ler: You really ignore your reality…although I guess you're happy with that-looking at him- Warden: Yes,really! You know, it's better to be… reality, amm… it stinks a little, it's gray - sitting next to him and sounding happy - Once-ler: Yes…a little,sometimes…I don't know-thinking- Warden: Mmm…hey?-sounding serious- Once-ler: What? Warden: Do your wounds still hurt? -sounding worried- Once-ler: Oh, that? Not so much… only if you touch them… they will only heal, aham-swallowing-and you? Warden: Oh, well… I'm fine, hit hard boy-smiling at him- Once-ler: You too, I guess I shouldn't provoke you then-smiling a little- Warden: Yes, I guess it's Superjail… - adjusting his glasses - sorry about that, I must try to calm down, it's not normal for me to hit inmates, I'm not a figthing guy - nervous laugh and caressing his hands - Once-ler: Yes, me neither… I got a little out of control, sorry… I guess I was a little rude…

Warden: Oh, that?…don't worry, the other prisioners are not exactly delicate princesses, haha-laughing a little-you wouldn't be the first to really hit me… Once-ler: Oh, so you're used to it now? - sounding worried - that can't be pleasant… Warden: Don't worry, it's not something to worry about…I guess it's something normal here, he didn't take it the wrong way…just as something about his behavior to reform.

He's trying to sound calm and adjusting his hat, a little nervous. Once-ler just thought about it but figured he shouldn't worry at all.

Once-ler: Yes…I think, if it's not a bother to ask…why do you insist on being my friend? Don't take this the wrong way…-sounding nervous- Warden: Oh…well, well…I think you're a nice guy, not many are here and I want to be your friend, yeah, that-trying not to sound strange and nervous- Once-ler: Oh, thanks…yes, I think I am and I guess I didn't act very nice that day hehehe Warden: Don't worry, that's already over… I'll forget it, believe me… that's why I tried to fix it! -smiling and getting up from the bed, jumping- and I'm going to fix it! Once-ler: Oh, well… what are you going to do? -paying attention- Warden: You just follow me-leaving, jumping and smiling- Once-ler: Oh, wait! -following him and reaching his side-

The other had a plan and he was going to do it, this time without ruining anything or trying to do it.

Once-ler: What are you going to do? -looking at him- Warden: Do you drink alcohol? -surrounding him with an arm- Once-ler: Yes, I'm not a big drinker but yes… Warden: I'm not one either, but sometimes he had a little at the Superbar, it's a quiet place, you might like it. Once-ler: Yes, I guess it is hehe - a little nervous, I knew that place would be a disaster or at least a slaughterhouse -

They arrived at the Superbar, they entered and yes! The place was a disaster as always, although they normally lowered the intensity of the chaos anywhere when Warden arrived, out of some kind of fear of the crazy and chaotic guy they considered him to be.

Warden:And here we are! It will be fun Once-ler-making the young man pass by and smiling- Once-ler: Yes, I don't think it's that bad - entering and turning everywhere out of fear - Warden: Yes! You'll be fine, you're by my side! -sitting at the bar along with Once-ler- Once-ler: I guess…-seeing how some guys behind him were making obscene signs and threatening him with death-although it seems that some of them don't like me…hehe Warden: Don't worry, I'll make sure that nothing happens to you… that's why I'm the guardian and your… acquaintance, I think so - turning to look everywhere - where the hell is… JARED! - sounding irritated -

The short man arrived, nervous and looking at him with fear.

Jared: Yes sir? Warden: Oh, there you are…as you can see! Once-ler and I are going to come over for a drink…maybe we'll talk things over and I need you to use your little hands to make some drinks-smiling and explaining with your hands-ok? Jared: Right now sir! -do it quickly- Warden: Well, Once-ler, what can you tell me about yourself? I mean, I have a file on you that Jailbot gave me, so you can't lie to me about some things-moving your legs, taking the file out and putting it back in his hat - Once-ler: Well… amm, I have… I don't think it's that interesting, well! I am the owner of a Thneeds factory. Warden: Oh yes! I read it in the file…those thne-thneed sound good…well, that! -smiling at him and trying to say it with some complications- Once-ler: Well yes, they are actually something very imaginative… they can be whatever you want… you know those things like "your imagination is the limit" and that… Warden: Well, Mr. Once-ler… I guess you're very imaginative! That must have given you advantages…

Once-ler: Yes, although it was difficult to become what I am… -remembering those times-

Warden: Oh, and who is Once-ler exactly? I mean… the name is a little strange but, I'm just asking.

Once-ler: Well…I don't know, that's my name…it's a bit strange, although she said it was her mistake…once-a little sad and crestfallen-

Warden: Ugh, well…who said that? It sounds like some kind of cruel thing…-looking at him and sounding curious-

Once-ler: My mother…although it was an argument, I don't think she meant it…

Jared handing them their drinks and leaving. Warden looked at him, somewhat uncomfortable and not knowing what to do to make him smile.

Warden: Ugh, parents…I'm not exactly good with those topics, I'm not exactly good at saying that I had a father figure to follow…and that-rolling his eyes uncomfortably, wanting to change the topic-

Once-ler: Yes…I don't think I do either -taking his drink and drinking- but, I don't think we should talk about that…better, tell me something about yourself-smiling again-

Warden: Oh, about me? Well-always excited to talk about himself-well…you know, I built this prison and as you can see, it's incredibly cool and super advanced, of course…I really hate normally prisons, they're gray Boring and not at all fun! like my father's… but I made that legacy more cheerful, less gray.

Once-ler: So this is a “generation to generation” thing?

Warden: Yes, but… but I'm a better guardian, pff, of course - sipping his drink and sounding smug - there's a prize in my room that says so, aha! Once-ler: I guess that's great, I don't exactly have an award but I do have the recognition of many…although maybe in the future I could have it…oh, right-again sounding sad-

Warden took his drink, a little nervous, he knew what that “oh, right” meant and he didn't want to fight with him again.

Warden: Amm… how old are you? You seem to be one of the young inmates who arrive here… - suddenly changing the subject - Once-ler: Amm… 25 years old, and you? You seem to be young too - browsing and holding his drink - Warden: Oh, you flatter me, as for that, well…-sounding nervous, it's not his favorite topic but he got into it himself and couldn't escape, there were no windows-amm…oh, that…pff,39…but-but I am very attractive, that should be clear! - trying to cover his damaged ego - Once-ler: Don't worry, no one said no…yes, I think so…I didn't think you had them, you look younger than that age-reassuring the other- Warden: Obviously, as you can see… I am someone extremely attractive and elegant! -Sounding conceited and with a raised ego-Pff, age is something…something apart…who cares?

Once-ler: Don't worry, I guess not… I don't think you should worry about that, you don't look that old- Warden: Oh, thanks… it's nice to know that someone recognizes that, it's obvious that's what it is. Once-ler: Well, yes… I think - finishing his drink - Warden: Well~ what else do you have to tell me Mr. Once-ler-looking at him carefully and sounding interested- Once-ler: Ammm, let's see… -thinking of what to say and not sound boring- I don't know, pff, I can probably only talk about my business, Thneed-ville and the furball-sounds a little annoying - Warden: Hey, what are you talking about? I mean the last one. Once-ler: The furball? I'm talking about the Lorax… he's a bit of a nuisance to me and my plans, he just goes to my office or wherever I go, just to bother me and tell me "don't cut down the trees" A tree? fall?" "You are blinded by greed" pff, nonsense… Warden: Uh, that sounds annoying… I've dealt with some annoying guys, do you want me to tell Jailbot to take care of it? -thinking about how to do it or what I would say to the robot-

Once-ler was surprised by what the other mentioned.

Once-ler: What? No!…I mean, I don't like the guy but I don't want your killer robot to come up and hurt him, you understand right? -Looking at him suspiciously- Warden: Ok, ok…understood comrade, won't tell you to hurt your personal annoyance-trying to sound convincing and relaxed- Once-ler: I hope so, you know… we were friends before but…

Warden: But what? -paying attention and willing to listen to the story- Once-ler: But that ended when… when I started cutting down the trees, I promised I wouldn't… but they're just trees, no one really cares… Warden: Ugh, well… it certainly is… you broke your promise, nah, I'm not surprised to hear someone who broke a promise… least of all you, you're not here by anything good -smiling-

Once-ler looked at him a little annoyed and with a clear “this is not the time”.

Warden: Uh, yeah… sure, sorry-smiling nervously now-ah! I guess that made them move away, right? Once-ler: Yeah, I think he's the only one who cares about the trees… well, that's supposed to be his job and what he was born to do as far as I know… the guy came out of a log to claim and He tells me things like “I am The Lorax, guardian of the forest and I speak for the trees.” It was really something strange… Warden: Oh, I'm also a guardian of something… we have a lot in common! We could be friends-smiling- Once-ler: No offense… but I don't think he likes you, he's not a fan of violence and he's not exactly a guy who likes blood, which by the way you have a little bit on your right cheek. I take out a cigarette his and light it.

Warden wiped the blood with a handkerchief he pulled from his sleeve and looked at her with a serious, thoughtful face.

Warden: Hehe…yes, it's a problem around here, not many people like me anyway-sounding a little serious-I think I have more enemies than friends, haha! but that doesn't matter…maybe they're the ones with the problem … Once-ler:Sometimes it is, but sometimes it isn't…it doesn't matter, I don't think I have that many friends anyway, some of them are only with me to get news or something they can say about me…I don't care anyway, I'm getting what I want…although it's a little annoying that people are after you all the time, just to find out if you did something wrong or something right to spread it, pff-taking a drag on his cigarette-disturbing… Warden: Mmm…yeah, I guess…there aren't exactly people behind me all the time, but I understand that it must be a bother, aha! Although Jared is like having a complaining ball behind you all day, but I learned to ignore that-he's always done that- Once-ler: Mmm…yes, I think so, do you want? -offering him a cigarette- Warden: Oh, no thanks… I'm not a good smoker , you just have to from time to time… you know, a little stress around here and you have to release it-smile- Once-ler:Ok, okay…I understand that, sometimes I just do this in my office and watch my money grow…I wonder how things are going?-thinking and surprisingly not very worried,just thinking about how much he will have to do - Warden: No…I don't know, I guess fine…-a little nervous and playing with his fingers on the bar-

Once-ler: The Lorax must be singing with joy to see that I'm gone, pff, I've never seen him sing… that must be something historic haha-funny giggle-he's never in a good mood to do it anyway… Warden: The guy sounds like someone fun although a bit grumpy-thinking and putting one of his hands on his chin- Once-ler: Uff, it is…although it can be someone to talk to if you need it…hehe-remembering those times and leaning a little at the bar-

Warden looked at him and simply smiled, the boy seemed very nostalgic now, somehow he was drawn to want to know him even more.

Warden: Yes, it sounds interesting…

They continued talking and drinking, until Warden simply fell asleep at the bar, that's when the Once-ler understood that it was time to leave.

Once-ler: Dude, what are you doing? Damn-adjusting his suit-are you asleep?

See how some Z's came out from around he, moving away from him.

Once-ler: Pff, you're quite a character…come on!-moving it-I don't want to burden you!… Warden: Mmm…not-sleeping-

Once-ler stood up, a little unbalanced but able to stand his ground afterwards.

Once-ler: Then, I'll leave you~-pretending to leave- Warden: No!…I can't stand up, I'm a little…bad Once-ler: Stop, don't be exaggerated… -looking at him and crossing his arms-

Warden tried to stand up, it seemed fine, he was able to do so and hold his ground.

Once-ler: See? Are you okay…we just have to go-smiling- Warden: I think so-taking a step and falling, without trying to stay- Once-ler: Oops, you were right then… well, I have to take you then…

grabbing the other's arms and dragged him, I couldn't carry him now due to the lack of balance due to the alcohol, but at least something. Warden was light in Superjail so there was nothing to worry about, besides the guy was asleep, He will not complain to for that.

Once-ler: Well, where is your room now? -looking everywhere- Warden: Mmm…I-I'll take care of it-taking out his cane and calling Jailbot-Jai-jailbot come look for dad in the hallway, you know-releasing his cane and sleeping again- Once-ler: What? Could you do that all the time?…agg, since…-releasing the other and waiting for the robot to arrive- Warden: Shhh~shut up, I'm sleeping… -curled up and smiling on the floor-

Jailbot arrived and picked up the warden, he knew what he had to do, smiling with a happy pixel face at the young man.

Once-ler: I guess you'll take care of him, well… bye-smiling and saying goodbye- Warden: - half asleep - Goodbye!

The robot left along with the older man. Once-ler left, somewhat amused by everything that had just happened.

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A/N: Surprise chapter - happy Saturday!

Word Count: 2792

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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- Queen of the gods and the goddess of marriage and family

Chapter 14: Not Dreaming Now

Jamie clamped his lips together, willing his wame to calm. As the midday sun tried its best to burn through the cloud cover above, Jamie drummed his fingers against his thigh, mind whirring, stomach flipping. The swaying of the car set his stomach to roiling, of course. But today, that wasn't the only culprit.

Lallybroch should be in view within the next five minutes. At least, according to Claire.

Sleep had been elusive for the both of them after the events of the previous night. For his part, no matter how he focused on slowing his breathing or relaxing the muscles of his face and body, his mind simply wouldn't quiet. Her own even but shallow breaths betrayed Claire's wakefulness beside them. Instead, he lay with his wife wrapped securely in his arms through the night, his fingers sometimes smoothing her curls or tracing up and down her arms.

Even so, they'd risen early and walked straight to the Inverness records office, where the attendant helped them research the ownership for Broch Tuarach over the last two centuries. Tied as it was to the mysterious missing Jacobite -- him -- the estate had always enjoyed a sense of local fascination and even mild renown within the Scottish historian community. Which, for their purposes, meant the paper trail was organized and easily traceable.

To Jamie's dismay, though, Lallybroch had been foreclosed upon near the turn of the twentieth century and had been sitting empty since.

"'Tis a right pity," the kindly clerk sighed regretfully, glasses perched on the tip of her broad nose. "I've driven up that way a few times, and 'tis a lovely place, e'en from a distance. A few of the historical societies have tried tae purchase the property tae restore it, ken, but have trouble raisin' the funds. To see it in such condition now..."

Claire had interceded with an abrupt question, something inane to stop the woman blabbering. But just those few words, though uttered without malice, filled him with sorrow.

Not that hearing the words a few hours before laying his own eyes upon his neglected ancestral home made much difference. As the car crested the hill, Jamie turned his attention from the passenger window to the windshield before him. His sharp inhale hissed in the quiet car.

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Chapter 10:

The frantic clicking of Nightwing’s pacing faintly reaches Jason’s ears as he reads the damning words again and again. The deep red is still partly wet, glistening in the faint light of the city, etching the red into the wall all the way down where it’s dripping onto the floor. Dust is dancing in the air, taunting them for the few minutes they must have been too late. Mocking them.

Distantly, he wonders how long they’ve been waiting here, anxiously hoping for Oracle to tell them that the blood on the wall isn’t Red Robin’s. Waiting for a clue or a hint to lead them to the lost member of Batman’s flock. Hoping the Bat’s communicator, conveniently cut only seconds after they reached Red Robin’s apartment, will reconnect again in time. But he can’t focus on that. He can’t waste his thoughts on lost time when that’s the one thing they don’t have and he really – really – doesn’t want to have the kid’s death on his conscience.

This isn’t your fault, he tries to tell himself, reassure his racing heart beating in his chest.

And he wants to believe those words but in light of the fact that his sole purpose in Gotham is to apprehend the Red Hood, he can’t not feel like this is at least partly his fault. The Hood was meant to be dead almost 24 hours ago, before he had the chance to free three lunatics and kill- kidnap Red Robin – before he could kill all those people in that warehouse.

Jason doesn’t feel sorry for them, not really. They chose this path for themselves but...

Still, not all of those men or women were necessarily bad people. That black and white view of the world has never aligned with his and never will. Some of them were only trying to survive, to keep themselves and their loved ones alive long enough to maybe escape from this hell hole of a city one day. Some of them were simply desperate enough they turned a blind eye to all the horrors Gotham handed them in exchange for life.

There’s one man in particular that comes to his mind then. Though Jason loathes him with every fiber of his being for all the things he put Jason and his mother through, Willis Todd had only tried to make sure his family survived – at least at the beginning. Jason can still vaguely remember the very early days of his life where he wasn’t scared shitless every time his father entered a room.

Many of those people didn’t deserve to die like this. And Red Robin doesn’t either.

His hands tremble where they’re hanging uselessly at his side, twitching desperately for something to do. For him to take action.

“Damnit!”

With a thud, Nightwing’s fist suddenly collides with the wall, leaving a hole in the formerly white wall, more dust swirling in agitation. Normally, the action would make Jason want to roll his eyes, but honestly? He feels inclined to join the vigilante and show the wall how exactly he feels about this whole mess.

Maybe then he’d be able to find the answer to that for himself. Because despite all of the pent-up tension in his limbs, he isn’t quite sure whether it stems from the urge to punch the Red Hood, for making him return, the Bat’s, for turning his life upside down in the span of a day or himself, for actually allowing himself to be manipulated – to doubt himself.

All these stories about care, love and family Nightwing told him about. All these lies, he’s supposed to believe him, after he already lived through the truth. He knows what it means to have a family, a father who apparently cares about you but abandons you the moment he has the opportunity to. A mother who loves him but is too scared to repeat her mistakes to actually allow herself to show it. A family of the most curious kind, giving him more he could’ve ever asked for and paying for it with their lives, leaving nothing but pain behind for him to remember.

Sometimes, when the air in his lungs feels like knives and the bones that carry him day in day out hurt with an ache that seems to last eternally, he wonders where he went wrong. When did he decide that no, he wants more than just imaginary friends. He wants something – or rather someone – to do the things his mom used to when he was sad or confused, like now. Somewhere down the line he decided he wanted more than stone cold eyes looking back at him while he told himself that he wasn’t alone.

And look what that brought him. Nothing but pain and-

His head snaps back up so fast he swears he can hear something crack in his neck. “Of course,” he mumbles, not realizing he said the words out loud. How could he be so stupid?

Finding Our Way - Chapter 5: Just a Few Nerves

Supernatural, Diner AU, Polyamory

Ships: Destiel, Bendriel, Dean/Cas/Benny/Alfie Rating: E Chapter Wordcount: 3477 Story Wordcount: 11079 Chapter Summary:

Alfie's nervous and Benny knows just how to take care of him.

There is smut in this here chapter.

Also, your word of the day = Tub Sharing

I am determined to get this to be a tag. There are 4 fics that come up when I click on my tag directly and they’re all mine... 

if i do a search, i get 31 results... which includes alternate tags such as “hot tub” “hot tub sex” “bathtubs” “Oh and there was a tub” “Sharing a bath” (oh i like that one ) “hot tub sexy times” “shower sex” “pool sex” and several fics that don't have anything in the tags but might mention 'tub' in the summary.

C’mon folks, we gotta make this a thing. I would LOVE to read more tub sharing fics - with or without sex please. :D 

This is a surprise chapter - for me as well as all of you, as discussed in this post from earlier this week - so I hope you all enjoy