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before they were “official” pt.2

“How do you, the supposed “genius” doctor, manage to cut yourself on a piece of metal? Why even is there a piece of metal in your room anyway?” Mallory questioned as she applied the antiseptic cream.

“I don’t know,” Leander grumbled under his breath, hissing at the sting and glaring at her with tired eyes. “I was half asleep.”

“Uh huh,” she raised an eyebrow as she wrapped a plaster around his finger. “You really need to clean up in there, it’s like a pigsty.”

“I don’t wanna,” the man known for his distaste of appearing weak whined, actually whined, before yawning.

“It’s your own fault if you get hurt then,” Mallory packed up the plasters and cream into the first aid kit and stood, ready to head back to her room.

“Aren’t you going to kiss it better?” he mumbled sleepily, probably not even aware of what he was saying.

“Ugh, fine,” she picked up his arm, kissed the bandaged area quickly and let go. “God, you’re so childish.”

“Love you too.”

“Try telling me that in the morning, mate.”

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before they were “official” pt.1

They were in the spare room that had been unofficially designated as his sewing room, preparing for one of Milo’s few parties where their appearance was mandatory.

He’d been put in charge of making sure everyone was dressed in their best, obviously, and Mallory was there to find her best pair of dress shoes to match her black suit and tie.

“Which shade of red do you think looks best on me?” she asked offhandedly, looking at the five tubes neatly lined up in front of her. She’d either found her shoes or abandoned the search. Daniele thought it was more likely to be the latter but her didn’t say anything.

“Personally, I think they all suit you,” she muttered an “of course” and he smiled, “but, if I had to pick one, I would say that the Bordeaux Beauty suits you best.”

“Who even names these?” Mallory laughed and picked it up. She applied it with a precision that was surprising, considering she never wore make-up.

She put the cap back on and stood up, giving a slight twirl. “What d’ya think?”

Looking at her, dressed in her suit and dress shoes that, he noted, she’d found, hair tied back in a bun and lips the colour of blood, he decided that Mallory was very attractive. 

“You look ravishing, darling!” he said with his usual flourish, smiling when she laughed.

“Of course I do,” she replied, a slight smile on her face. Mallory leant in and quickly kissed him on the cheek before waltzing out of the room to find Raine and nag at him.

Slowly, almost as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened, Daniele raised a hand to his cheek and lightly touched the place she’d kissed. When it dawned on him that he hadn’t imagined it, he smiled,

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we need to tell

He lets red drip from his nose, two streaks of blood that cross his lips and run down his chin, staining his tanned skin with a red hue.

“We have something to say here that we need to tell.”

She laughs like she’s choking on broken glass and yet finds amusement in the absurdity of the situation. Blood leaks out from the corners of her mouth and drips down to stain her white shirt.

“We’re all dying here, can’t you tell?”

He closes his eyes and lets his blood carve two red paths down his cheeks to disappear against the black of his coat.

“There’s a story here that we need to tell.”

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alois sucks at rock, paper, scissors

“How did I let you talk me into this?” Alois wondered aloud, watching Mallory plait his hair into a fish tail braid from the corner of his eye.

“You lost at rock, paper, scissors,” she said around the hairband between her teeth.

“Oh yeah.”

“You will look pretty with your hair like this though,” she pulled the band from between her teeth and tied it around the end of the braid.

“Don’t call me pretty,” he said sharply, turning his face away from her to hide the slight blush that appeared on his face.

“But it’s true!” Mallory dropped down from the couch to sit beside him. “You’re pretty, Raine’s pretty…hell, even Leander’s pretty. Don’t let him know I said that or he’ll get a swelled head,” she quickly tacked onto the end.

Alois snickered and twisted around to bump his forehead against hers. “Of course, Mal,” he smirked at her, “you’re quite pretty yourself.”

“Damn right I am,” she tossed her head back and laughed for a second before kissing him on the cheek.

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not the drapes!

“I smell burning,“ Mallory announced as soon as she stepped into the living room, carrying a bag of chinese take-out in her left hand. "Who let Daniele attempt to cook?”

“That isn’t Daniele’s cooking this time. A candle set the curtains on fire,” Alois informed her from his spot on the couch. Raine was sat with his legs over the arms of one of the big chairs whilst Milo and Leander were lying on the floor. Connally was passed out beside the TV.

“My drapes!” Akirou ran over to the damaged curtains and sank to his knees with a mournful wail.

“Oh my god. Chill out, Aki,” Mallory handed the bag to Alois and claimed her seat. “We can replace them easily.”

“The fabric was limited edition!”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

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idk, they’re cute

“Raine!”

He half turned in the direction of the voice but the owner crashed into him before he could say anything in response.

“What, Mallory?” he looked down at the giggling woman.

“Nothing~” she sang, hiding her giggles behind her hand. “Just wanted to see if you would answer me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, because you ignore most people?”

“You’re not most people,” he said dryly, rolling his eyes when Mallory gasped dramatically.

“Careful, sunshine. I might start thinking you have a thing for me.” Mallory kissed him on the cheek, winked and flounced off.

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in front of the camera pt.12

(The camera starts up to Mallory sat in a swivel chair)

“You know…we might spend more money on repairs and food than we should, the idiots who also live here never shut up,” she paused to listen to the yelling that was coming from downstairs before continuing, “Alois might steal my shampoo, Daniele might try to get rid of my fishnets, Leander might add salt to my tea out of spite, Connolly might use me to vent more than I would like, Raine might sleep in my room all the time, and Akirou might flirt with all of us but-” 

She cut herself off and shrugged with a slight smile on her face. “But, at the end of the day, they’re my bunch of assholes.”

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birthday? no

“You know,” Mallory began after a moment of just staring at the chaos that was the living room, “I didn’t expect to come home to candles extremely close to the curtains that are undoubtedly a fire hazard and Milo underneath Blondie but okay.”

She ignored Milo’s sputtering and Leander’s glare, staring straight at Akirou with a single raised eyebrow.

“But blue eyes,” her boss whined in that mischievous, mocking voice of his. “It’s your birthday. There has to be candles.”

“My birthday was on the 31st of October and that still doesn’t explain why Blondie is topping lamb boy.”

“That’s not my name and you know it,” Milo called out as he tried to shove Leander off of him.

“Bite me.”

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4am thoughts

It’s 4AM when Mallory wakes up, according to the flashing neon lights of the alarm clock on the bedside table.

She raises herself up on her hands, the sheet slipping off her bare shoulders, and looks across at her lover.

He’d rolled over in his sleep to face her, strands of light blonde hair falling in his face. She reached out and brushed them aside, smiling slightly at the relaxed, somewhat innocent expression on his face.

You wouldn’t believe that this was a man who could kill several men without flinching and then berate you for getting injured, all with that concerned look in his eyes.

You wouldn’t believe that this was a man who had blushed when she had whispered filth into his ears and then smirked when he’d done the same back. You wouldn’t believe he was the man who left marks on her neck and moaned when she did the same.

Mallory breathed out a noise that might have been laughter and laid back down. She shifted close enough to him that she could trace his face with her fingertips. He was a handsome man, she knew that much.

She yawned and closed her eyes, smiling slightly when she felt his hand wrap around hers and squeeze gently.

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