Soft Asks To Get To Know People

October prompts Day 22: Crown (Egoshiptober) word count: 757 pairing: Henrik x Chase

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Henrik busied himself getting his house in order. He never had the time to fully clean up. It was always little things here and there when he did have time. But today was special. Today he would have company. Company he wanted to give a good impression for. Even if it didn’t really matter since they had been by before. Chase had called him that morning saying he was going to pick up his kids before asking about them coming by with lunch. Henrik, of course, agreed. He trusted Chase to pick up something he liked. Even if sometimes he got it wrong.

As he was finishing up with the dishes, he thought he heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. Then he paused when he realized that he hadn’t unlocked the door. He shrugged off the thought; Chase had a spare key so he didn’t need to get the door. Besides, that gave him the extra couple minutes to finish the last of the dishes. As he dried his hands Henrik heard the front door open. “Ah! Finally the king returns to his castle.”

Rolling his eyes, Henrik set the dish towel on the counter and walked out to the living room. Chase wore one of those cardboard crowns from the fast food restaurant and carried a to-go drink carrier and a bag of food. “What are you going on about?”

“Hi, Henrik,” Sam cheerfully greeted him. Morgan echoed his sister. They each held a to-go bag from the burger place they had gone to. Henrik smiled and greeted them.

“Clearly I am a king,” Chase told him gesturing to the cardboard crown. “And if Princess Samantha and Prince Morgan could deliver our feast to the table and wash their hands we shall dine.”

Neither of the kids had crowns, it was only Chase. Both kids laughed as Chase continued with his act. Morgan ran to the dining room to drop the bag on the table before heading to the bathroom to wash his hands. Sam wasn’t in as big of a hurry but left the room as well. “A king is it?”

Chase walked over to Henrik. “Yep. A king.” He gave him a kiss on the lips. Henrik laced his fingers with Chase’s free hand and they walked to the dining room. Chase set the drinks and bag down on the table.

“That may be, but this is my castle. So what role do I have then?”

It didn’t take Chase long to decide on his answer. “You’re my queen obviously.”

Henrik raised a brow and pulled his hand back from Chase. “I’m sorry, but did you just say I was the queen?” His tone bordered on offended. Chase was sure however, that it wasn’t to be taken seriously.

“Yeah, of course. What other role would you have other than my queen?”

“Henrik’s not a queen,” Morgan argued after hearing Chase’s question.

Sam, having heard her brothers statement, called from the bathroom, “Yeah, Dad, you got it wrong.”

“Yeah! You should switch titles,” Morgan spoke up again.

“Hey, no. You two are supposed to be on my side.”

Henrik smirked. “I think I agree. This is my castle after all.”

Chase crossed his arms. “My crown. My title.”

Reaching over, Henrik removed the crown from his head and, as he rested on his own head stated, “My castle. My position by default.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. You can’t just take the crown.” Chase tried to grab it back but Henrik stepped back behind a counter-top easily putting him out of reach.

“Is that anyway to speak to your king?” Henrik questioned him. He took note that everyone was present. “Now, Jester, it is time to eat.”

The kids laughed at their fathers new title. “Je-jester?” Chase cried out. “Why jester?”

With a smile, Henrik told him, “Because you are the entertainment for the prince and princess tonight.”

“I guess,” he grumbled. “But I don’t like that title. Can I just be Dad again?”

Henrik removed the crown and set it on the counter as he walked around it. “I suppose. But only if we sit down and have lunch.”

“Alright, kids, let’s eat.” Sam and Morgan grabbed at the bags searching for their food. With a smile Henrik kissed Chase on the temple as the other man opened the third bag to help sort the food.

Here is the second installment to my Robbie origin story, enjoy! WARNING: prepare for adorable, cutesy zomboi moments

“Light Bulb”

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Anonymous: Robbie and his family just having a good time?

I hope you don’t mind that I took a seasonal theme with this one! I haven’t really written anything with the egos and Halloween yet, so I had to! I hope that you enjoy! :)

“Trick-Treat”

“Marv! Marv!” The zombie shuffled along as fast as he could, dull eyes lit with excitement as he carried a drawing in his hands.

The magician glanced up from his desk a smile immediately coming to his face when he saw the zombie. “What is it, Robbie? Did you make me something?”

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I was expecting tears. What I wasn’t expecting was adrenaline-induced nausea. Thanks lads

How old is Yancy?

I was doing some research and as far as I found, the sentence for murder is usually a life sentence. Prisoners convicted of one murder can apply for parole after 25 years, but if they are convicted of multiple murders a judge can decide to extend how long they have to wait or take away the possibility for parole.

Yancy aledgedly killed two people, but he’s eligible for parole when we meet him in Heist, which means he’s been in prison for a bare minimum of 25 years, and that’s only if he JUST became eligible for parole. If he was the same age as mark, then he must have been convicted when he was five.

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i have too many AUs and absolutely no coherent way to express them

“Where am I?” asks the newest ego, standing on unsteady legs. He’d dropped into the void only moments ago.

“We’re in the void,” Dark tells him. He smiles, all teeth and malice. “For now.”

“What am I?” the new ego asks. He stretches, the outlines of his physical form still hazy and blurred. His eyes, or rather, what will eventually solidify into his eyes, search the void for any scrap of reason. He’ll learn soon enough that there is none. Not here.

“You’re whatever you want to be,” Anti laughs. He glitches, ever so slightly, and places a hand on the new ego’s shoulder. It’s not comforting. It’s not meant to be.

“We’ll help you figure it out,” Dark says. His voice reverberates and his aura flexes, filling the infinite space of the void with as much ringing static as it can. The offer of help does not come from a place of compassion.

The thing that will eventually begin to look like Ethan shivers, but grins all the same.

Accidentally spent the past fifteen hours running through the same storyline daydream over and over. Oops