Tag: Tristan

Double Trouble | ciitylxghts

Tristan

“I might take ‘im up on that. Might help me sort out my daddy issues.” He paused, tilting his head to one side. “Or make ‘em worse. Probably make ‘em worse.” A laugh sounded in his throat, and he patted the top of her head softly. “I’ll get you one on the way out. It was cold as fuck by the time I got ‘ere anyway. You’d ‘ave only complained.” Tristan wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into another hug. “You know me so well, don’t ya?”

Quickly, he searched for a few things on his phone, pulling up an album and passing it over to Lucy. “You ain’t seen my new place yet, so ‘ere ya go. Couple pictures.” The album was full of photos of his new house, an impressive four-bedroom home a few miles from campus. It was decorated exactly how anyone that knew him would expect it to be – tacky and expensive, black velvet and silk, Gucci and Versace, and undeniably Tristan. “The top floor is all yours when you’re finally outta that dorm. Let’s ‘ead off now an’ beat the traffic.” He stood, holding his hand out towards her.

Lucy laughed. “I think I’m the only one Dad has any kind of open affection for these days.” she replied. “But no doubt he’d like you ‘cause you’re always there for me. He can’t be very open about it, in case someone thinks to try and overthrow him. He wants me less of a target and more of normal gal.” She gave a little smile. “Not if you’d brought me an iced coffee, silly.” she teased, poking his chest. One shoulder shrugs up innocently at his question. “I got a love of art, too, y’know.”

The blonde took the phone to slide her finger through the pictures. “Ohhh.” she grinned. “Trying to get me to move in to keep the stalkers away again?” she teased, giggling as she continued looking. “I may need to start planning on moving, the dorm is overrun with morons who don’t know what privacy is.”

Eclipse Hall | ciitylxghts

Tristan

Tristan had worked quickly at helping to close up the bar. He loved his job and he loved his customers, but his favourite part of it all? The time he spent with just Peter after they’d closed. He’d started off staying after everyone else as a means to earn a little more money, sneak in a drink or two, but now he genuinely looked forward to it. Gradually he’d grown to see the man as a great friend, someone he could trust entirely and totally rely on, but Tristan wasn’t satisfied with just that. Instead, he wanted more. And though Peter had dropped hints that maybe he did too, neither had dared go that far. Tonight was going to be different.

Once they were finally alone, Tristan turned to Peter, laughing softly at his question. “Mhm. You know you’ll give in one day.” He took a step closer, moving his hand to rest lightly on the man’s chest. His head cocked to one side, emerald eyes almost glowing in the dim light. “There’s no time like the present. We both know you’ve been thinkin’ about it.”

The alpha gave a little smirk. “I’m sure I will.” he countered. “The question really is if you can handle being with me.” he replied, finishing wiping down the counter. “I’m sure by now you’ve noticed some of the clientele isn’t all that mundane.” he began. “Not all of the staff is either.” He leaned against the bar, watching Tristan quietly for a moment. “I have been thinking about it. Hard not to. But there are risks to wanting to be with me, Tris. Very dangerous risks.”

Eclipse Hall | ciitylxghts

Tristan

“I’m dedicated to my cause.” Tristan laughed, his fingers ghosting over Peter’s chest. “I always get what I want.” With that, he returned to actually doing his job, something that he absolutely excelled at. He’d worked in bars constantly since he’d turned eighteen, and now he’d finished at university, he’d decided he wanted to stick with it as he travelled. For Tristan, the money wasn’t necessary, but it was fun.

Peter couldn’t help the laugh. It had been their game for weeks now. They flirted all night but Peter has never dared to bring the younger man up to his loft upstairs. “Maybe so, but the game is more fun when you know we both want it.” he smirked, red tinging around his eyes a little as he went back to work. People adored Tristan and regulars had made jokes and such about the way the two of them looked at each other, and Peter, for all his confidence, knew that despite his strength, he was broken. It had helped keep the other at a distance, but the long nights had led to a friendship and still the other man looked at him with desire. As the night wore on and he helped get people home in cabs and with friends, Peter began locking up and sweeping the floors, turning chairs up to sit on the tables. Once it was all settled, he moved forward to start splitting the money between everyone. “Good money tonight, everyone. Get home and rest.” he said, handing out the money and moving to help Tristan finish straightening the liquor bottles. “Still waiting to get what you want?” he teased. 

Look into my eyes [from Lucy]

ciitylxghts:

Windows to the Soul | Accepting

| Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity |Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience |Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re
reserved and guarded | You’re
unfeeling | You’re
remorseless | You’re
heartless | You’re
inhuman | You’re
frightening | You’re
frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem
difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see
absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining
light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy |I see a lover | I see thirst
for blood | I see
malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re
unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |

Double Trouble | ciitylxghts

Tristan

“Well, you’re my princess too, ain’t ya?” Sure, Tristan didn’t know everything about Lucy’s father, but he knew that the man would do anything to protect her, and he also knew he’d do exactly the same. He didn’t have to meet him to know he well and truly respected him.

Tristan shrugged, placing his now-empty coffee cup on the table as he turned his attention to the notebook. His fingers traced over the words as he read them. “Hm. I like it. Let’s do it.”

Graffiti had always been one of Tristan’s preferred things to do, combining his two favourite hobbies of fine art and being-a-complete-little-shit. And the campus had always been so dulllooking, a little extra colour here and there would do wonders for making it more exciting. The danger of getting caught always excited him, but sometimes it was even more fun when he knew they wouldn’t get caught. The staff would always know it was them, but with no evidence and no witnesses? There was nothing they could do about it.

“You know, speakin’ of your dorm room, we need to go shoppin’ soon. It’s super borin’ in there still.” Of course, any dorm room was boring. But Tristan would use any excuse to go shopping for expensive furniture, and it gave them more time together off-campus to make plans without anyone overhearing.

Lucy couldn’t help but grin, nodding. “Course I am, Tris. Why else would I have a big brother like you?” she teased, nudging him playfully. “Dad would totally adopt you just for always taking care of me.” Or at the very least let Tristan into the gang with ease. She tapped her pen on the empty cup as she let him look it over, grinning. “You didn’t bring me any coffee? I should cry.” she said with a laugh. Her eyes lit up as he agreed to it, smirking. “Perfect. I thought you’d like a new art project.”

She was reaching to close her notebook and put it in her bag when he spoke up about her dorm room, and she grinned even wider, knowing there were two reasons for it. “Yeah, I haven’t felt the need to spruce it up, yet. Maybe we can find something this time.” she offered. “I mean, I have one of the best people to help pick stuff out, so why waste the opportunity?” A shrug moved her shoulders and she moved to stand up. “Shall we head out? We may take a while on this shopping trip.” 

Eclipse Hall | ciitylxghts

Tristan

“Thanks, boss.” Tristan looked over at the owner of the bar with a grin, leaning against the counter as he rolled a cigarette in the first quiet minute he’d gotten that night. Luckily, his rolling skills were well refined, as he soon had to turn his attention back to his customers. “I like it when it’s busy. Makes the time go faster.” He turned to face his boss, leaning in a little closer to him. His voice was a low purr as he spoke. “Of course, so does havin’ company like you. Tell me, do you ‘ave any plans for after we close tonight?”

Peter gave a little growl, smirking. “Still trying, huh?” he teased. With a low laugh, he reached to rush his hand along Tristan’s hip. “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out then, won’t you?” he teased. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll take you up.” He smirked as he turned to continue helping patrons, mixing drinks and washing glasses as he needed to, but always keeping an eye on where Tristan was. 

Double Trouble | ciitylxghts

Tristan

As much as Tristan truly loved what he did, college life was boring to him. Besides his classes, he lacked any real pastimes. Which is why, when he’d heard rumours that Lucy Quinnzel had recently started attending the same university as him, he’d gone out of his way to find her. And it turned out that they got on like a house on fire.

It didn’t take long for him to become protective of her, seeing her as the little sister he’d always wanted. People seemed to be interested in her for her money and connections, but that had never bothered Tristan. He had his own.

Maybe that was why they got on so well. Or maybe it was the way they both loved to cause trouble in any way they could, knowing they’d get out of it one way or another. Either way, he adored her.

“’ello, Princess.” Tristan grinned, leaning down to wrap one arm around Lucy, the other resting on the desk to hold himself up. “Mhm, of course. What’s a weekend without a little fun, eh?” He sat himself in the seat next to her, pushing Versace sunglasses up onto his head as his eyes adjusted to the indoor lighting. “What’ve ya got planned?”

Pretty blue eyes took in the dark haired male, leaning into the arm around her with a laugh. Tristan was most definitely her best friend and brother and she’d be lying if she said she wouldn’t be a wing woman. He had never seemed bothered by the innate danger those who hurt her put themselves in, and more often than not, he was first in line to protector when her father’s men couldn’t readily access her. It was nice to know that someone other than Joker cared about her. Though she doubted many people would kill to protect her like her father did. Her last name hadn’t kept Tristan away, and she was glad she had at least one actual friend on this campus. College was so boring for her most days. She grinned at the nickname. “You know you don’t gotta call me Princess. Only dad does that.” It was funny how easily she could talk about her dad with Tristan, but he had never been phased by it, which helped.

Lucy wasn’t entirely convinced Tristan didn’t have some rich parent looking after him as well, and she crossed one leg over the other as she uncovered the notebook, filled with their various plans and pranks and all the details therein. “I was thinking some new art on the library walls.” she mused. “We haven’t tagged anything in a while, and I’ve been watching the library from my dorm room window. I know when all the patrols go by.” she mused, grinning at him. 

Eclipse Hall | ciitylxghts

Peter liked the nights of full moons. The bar was usually full of paying customers, the sounds of old rock, pool balls and cheers of shots. IT was always nice to enjoy the atmosphere, and tonight was definitely a good one thus far. As he wandered and checked on everyone, getting refills ready and sent out, he found his way back up to the bar, sliding in alongside the bartender. “How’s your first moon night going?” he asked, washing the glasses he’d gathered. “Seem to be holding your own really well.”

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Double Trouble | ciitylxghts

Lucy wasn’t a victim of bullying, but it didn’t mean she didn’t get into a little trouble from time to time. She still got good grades, but she had a big tendency of pushing the limits when she decided she wanted to pull a prank or four. The little blonde basically had an invisible barrier keeping her off limits; because no one would dare to harm the daughter of the most notorious gangster in modern times. She didn’t flaunt it, but with the last name Quinnzel and the amount of money that showed up after she was accepted, it didn’t take long for rumors to circle. Of course, there was also the missing student who had vanished after he’d been caught trying to force himself on Lucy. Lucy didn’t need to see her father to know Joker was watching over her, but she also said nothing to her mother about it, either. She walked the line between the two and caused as much trouble as she could. So when she was working on a new prank, she glanced up when she saw a shadow over her paper. She draped her arm over the list and tilted her head until she recognized the male. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite partner in crime.” she grinned. “Got bored and ready for more trouble?”

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