Heroes Have Bills To Pay, Too.

taste-themace: “No problem,” she replied, marking his cup and turning it over to her colleague. While she waited for the drink to be prepared, she leaned forward and lowered her voice so as to speak to him personally. “How are you, Cisco?” “I’ve been better.” Cisco said with a shrug. “How’ve you been, Kendra?” Life had beenContinue reading “Heroes Have Bills To Pay, Too.”

The L Word |Hartmon

rathawayxhartley: Hartley shrugged awkwardly, sitting up as well and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “’S okay. I was pretty messed up. I wasn’t much company. I realized something, though. Our powers sort of look the same but they’re not. My vibrations are sonic waves. Yours channel quantum energies. I can hear ultra-sonic waves whichContinue reading “The L Word |Hartmon”

The L Word |Hartmon

rathawayxhartley: Hartley peeked his head out from the ball and his glasses were fogged up. Sheepishly, he patted down his hair over the bandages and lifting his glasses up. “I didn’t mean to be mean.” A gentle smile spread across Cisco’s face as Hartley poked his head out. “It’s fine. Nothing to fuss over. How are you?”Continue reading “The L Word |Hartmon”

The L Word |Hartmon

rathawayxhartley: fransciscoramon: Cisco set the items aside when his phone went off in his pocket, sighing at the man he’d fallen so quickly for. “Hartley, you can’t hide from me forever.” He smiled, picking up the warm food and drink and starting towards what he thought might be bedrooms. “Yes I can,” Hartley muttered underContinue reading “The L Word |Hartmon”

Heroes Have Bills To Pay, Too.

taste-themace: Kendra wore her trademark smile as she served cup after cup of coffee to the customers of CC Jitters. For a woman moonlighting as a Hawk-Warrior, she did not look stressed or overly exhausted. It wasn’t until the next customer approached the counter that she looked up in order to meet their gaze. “What’ll itContinue reading “Heroes Have Bills To Pay, Too.”

The L Word |Hartmon

rathawayxhartley: Hartley was bandaged up and looking horribly broken as he was curled around Cisco’s shirt and pillow in the bed that Len had tucked him into, his nose buried in the scent of Cisco. Hartley had been refusing food and even Griffin couldn’t seem to get him out of his slump. Technically, he wasContinue reading “The L Word |Hartmon”

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