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like a week at most
oli told me that you and ken are both here too
19a up housing
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yeah k's here too holy shit
ok dont go anywhere dont move
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( not like he has anywhere better to be atm. )
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and immediately starts talking. ranting, really. ]
What the fuck, I mean I should have fucking known after Kennedy and Oli, but seriously, what the fuck? You guys are really fucking late, you know that-
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too caught off guard by the random ass portal in his kitchen, pierce stares at his visitor for a long moment before he lifts his hand to stop him mid-babble. )
Fuckin' breathe, mate. I know I'm late, ( by like several years in fact. ) but I didn't exactly get a RSVP to this shithole.
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You stupid motherfucker, how long has it even been?
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Long. ( if nick is the same age as oli here, then that means he doesn't know about what happened to matty yet. fuck. another thing to add to the pile of shit he needs to keep from everyone. ) I'm... 23, so. ( a lopsided shrug of his shoulder. )
When did you learn how to use portals? ( inb4 nick can ask him questions about the future — or at least here's hoping. )
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[ time has gotten a little screwy for nick here, so he's turning twenty-one for a second time and it's all gotten a bit confusing, but the fact that pierce has three years on them from home is more than a bit confusing.
he has questions, of course he does, but they're secondary to keeping his arms latched around pierce's waist and his ear pressed firm against his chest. ]
Like a week ago, honestly. I could have done it ages ago but I thought I was going to leave my arm behind or some shit.
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pierce has been going through a lot of... let's call it, reflecting over past events and the decisions he has made regarding them and he honestly cannot say why he didn't just fucking drop everything and went to nick the moment he heard that matty didn't make it.
undoubtedly, he was caught up in something important, but it all feels so meaningless and trifle now. )
What prompted you to finally try it out?
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[ it's that simple and it's not, but there are so few good things that have happened lately that nick takes the moment to smother a smile into pierce's chest at the thought. the truth is closer to nick riding the high of trying new things and finally jumping in, but he doesn't know how to explain that without explaining the sobriety, and he can't explain the sobriety without explaining everything--
fuck. pierce being here is going to complicate things, again. ]
I like, study and shit now. I've been learning different magic, summoning, portals, they're spells from different worlds but we figured out how to make them work for me.
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( color him impressed though. he never thought a day would come when nick of all people would be telling him that he's actually studying. )
Shit. ( placing his hands on his shoulders, pierce pulls him back to look down at his face. ) Are you really O'Broin? ( he presses his palm over his forehead, pretending to check his temperature. ) You didn't fuckin' get bodysnatched, did you?
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[ it's a wasted effort but nick corrects him anyway. at least it tells him that pierce has run into oliver already, and nick will--decide how he feels about the chatter later. things with oli are already fragile, he doesn't want to blow it up with another knee jerk reaction.
he can't be annoyed for long anyway, pierce's reaction just makes him laugh, and he squirms a little but doesn't let him go, just tips his head into the touch instead. ]
I'm on a journey of self-betterment okay? There's a lot of time to kill around here. And it was Ragnor. One of the warlocks.
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Self-betterment? ( amusement lights up his voice and lures out that inexplicably sweet cadence that pierce strickland has charmed one too many with. his grin brings out his dimples as he pinches nick's cheek. ) Does that include exercising, mate? Because if it does, then you're coming with me on my runs.
( enough with the small talk though. he has more urgent matters to discuss with him. taking hold of his forearms, pierce breaks the lock nick has around his waist, instead pulling him towards the living room by the wrist. they can't just stand there all day. )
We gotta chat, Nick. ( he sits him right down on the couch. )
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[ he's happy enough to just follow along though, mostly because pierce trades out nick's latched on grip for holding his wrist and that's an acceptable trade off to him. except pierce says we gotta chat, and nothing good has ever followed someone saying that to nick.
he follows still, sits still, but the easy smile on his face has frozen in place, and he eyes pierce carefully as he tugs a leg up into the couch, pulls it up to his chest. ]
About what?
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but for now, they need to talk about what's been going on with oli and his asshole dominant. instead of sitting next to him, pierce stays standing, his hands slipping into the pockets of his black sweatpants. )
Oli's Dominant. ( whatever smile disappears from his demeanor as he lowers his gaze down to nick coolly. ) Tell me what he's done, Nick.
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There's nothing to tell, leave it alone.
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there is no out for nick. not this time. )
I'm getting a little tired of all the secrecy here. You know as well as I do how this song and dance is gonna play out, Nick, so let's just fast forward to the part where you tell me the truth before I lose my fuckin' shit, find this motherfucker and pummel the answers out of him myself. Does that sound reasonable? ( oli, in fact, has told him enough for pierce to readily decimate that shitstain, but either he's trying to respect nick's privacy or he actually doesn't know the full extent of what happened, he hasn't divulged the details of what his dominant did to nick. so please help him fill in the gap. )
So, I'll ask you again. What did he do?
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his eyes slide to the door again — maybe he should just leave, there really doesn't seem to be any other out — but he shifts uncomfortably in the seat, sliding back into the couch and shrinking down but staying put. for the minute, at least. ]
Please don't get involved. Please, it's not just--it's complicated, there's a lot— I can't tell you what's happening, there's just a lot, and if I talk before things-- I can't.
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The thing is, I'm already involved. He's Oli's Dominant. Do I need to repeat that? Oliver is contracted to him. And apparently, Oli can't leave him because you're involved. So, let's work out the math here. Two of my best fuckin' friends have been roped in by this steaming pile of decaying horseshit and I'm supposed to refrain from going after him when no one is giving me a good enough reason not to. ( actually, that's a straight up lie. oli already told him his plan and he is more than happy to oblige, but being honest with nick isn't gonna get him to spill, so 💁♂️ )
It isn't adding up right, is it, Nicholas? ( he leans down as he braces his arms on either side of nick's head. his smile denotes his impatience, a sharp edge to its corners. ) Tell me what's going on. ( he meets his eyes with his own deliberately. ) I'm not some fuckin' run of the mill friend you have here. We've known each other for far too long for you to start treating me like one.
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nick swallows, and tries to do an impression of a person not freaking out when he clears his throat, because if there's anything that will just escalate the situation, it'll be if he starts fucking crying. ]
I know that, I fucking know Oli's stuck in a contract with him, you think I don't? [ it's a bad impression of a person not freaking out, nick can hear the strain in his voice already. ] Pierce, please. It's not good, okay? It's not, but I can't talk about it and you have to leave it alone. I'm handling it.
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also nick is just an incredibly bad actor and anyone who's known him for more than two seconds can tell that he's trying very hard not to cry. )
Fuckin' hell, O'Broin. ( his tone is scathing as he leans closer to him, further diminishing his space. a spark of something dangerous ignites behind his hazel hues — a vicious predator cornering its prey, merciless in both his intent and void of any compassion. ) If you say you can't talk to me about it one more time, I swear I'm going to find him and rip his spine straight out of his useless fuckin' body right now. Spill.
cw; ongoing discussion of dubcon/noncon
something about the tone of pierce voice does it. it's harsh, in a way that people aren't with nick at all any more, and he's aware, vaguely, that he's already started crying but nick ignores it. ]
It was my fault, okay? I didn't say shit, I said yes. You can't go fucking ripping spines out, I didn't stop him.
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it's only when nick cracks and starts to talk that the tautness in his jaw eases and his expression softens. )
What happened exactly, Nick? What did he do?
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