Guess who's ready for a hella long Quinn x Damian x Evan chapter

We need a ship name

TRIGGER WARNING : talks about death and some gore

Damien POV
"What?"  I breathed out when Evan pulled away from me.  I could still feel the lingering touch of his lips against mine.

"We like you too,"  Quinn answered.

"Virgil also told us you were polyamorous,"  Evan said with a giggle.  "We want you to join our relationship."

"If it's okay with you,"  Quinn added on.  They both held out their hands to me.

I just stared at them in utter shock.  Happiness filled me and I started smiling.  I answered by sweeping them both into my arms.

Neither of them weighed too much, both a lot smaller than me.  I spun them around, laughing and smiling.

Evan squeaked happily and clung onto my neck tightly.  Quinn smiled but was shaking in my arms. 

I gently sat them back down but kept them in a tight hug.  I pulled Evan in for a kiss and then did the same to Quinn. 

"Yes yes yes yes yes,"  I mumbled.  "Thank you so much."

Evan giggled, giving Quinn a kiss before resting his head on my neck.  Quinn just laughed a bit, clinging tightly to me. 

"It's cold out here,"  Evan mumbled before yawning.  "It's also like three in the morning."

"Okay Buttercup,"  I said, picking the two of hem back up again.  Quinn just sighed and draped himself over my shoulder.

"Is this going to happen a lot now?"  Quinn asked with a laugh.

"Yes,"  I answered.   I gently sat them back down on the air mattress.  I laid down next to them. 

Evan was between us, his back pressed against my chest.  Quinn curled up easily around Evan.  I pulled the blankets over us and mimicked Quinn's position. 

I fell asleep easily with no more nightmares.  Evan pressed against me and my hand resting on Quinn.

~•~

"So?"  Roman laughed, smirking at me.

"Spill the tea,"  Remy added, also smirking at me. 

"What?"  I asked, looking up from my cup of coffee. 

Roman, Remy, Vigil and I were sitting around the island.  Logan at the table with a book.  Remus had long since disappeared.

Patton, Emile and Evan were hanging out in the living room.  They were discussing something about skirts.  They had dragged Quinn with them. 

"Roman and I saw you coming back to bed with Quinn and Evan and then the three of you cuddling,"  Virgil laughed. 

"Don't even try to deny it,"  Roman added with a smile. 

"I'm not going to,"  I said.  "I have two new boyfriends.  Evan and Quinn."

"Yes!"  Remy and Roman yelled, high fiving each other. 

"Logan you owe me money,"  Virgil told him. 

"I do not gamble,"  Logan grumbled, not looking up from his book.

"I said I bet you five dollars that they'd all get together this weekend,"  Virgil argued. 

"I just disagreed with you, I did not bet money against you,"  Logan argued back.  Virgil let out a long sigh.

"So when are you taking them on a date?"  Roman asked, ever the romantic. 

"Why do I have to ask?"  I asked.  "They've been together for a while now."

"Yeah, but not with you,"  Virgil argued.

"And obviously you're the dom, so ya gotta take them on a date,"  Remy added with a laugh.  "We all know Evan is one hell of an innocent sub and that Quinn's top energy doesn't really exist."

"I literally joined the relationship last night,"  I said.  "You shouldn't be discussing our sex life without the other two present and this early on."

"While consent is the sexist kink,"  Remy started.  "I'm just stating facts."

"Agreed!"  Roman yelled. 

"Are you a little or big spoon Virgil?"  Remy asked him.

"A knife,"  Virgil grumbled, glaring over the rim of his coffee cup.

"Little spoon,"  Roman and I said at the same time.  I burst into laughter while Roman's face twisted with jealousy. 

"Geesus,"  Virgil sighed.  "Can't trust you two with anything."

"You told Quinn and Evan I liked them,"  I said. "Therefore it is my turn to expose you." 

"Get exposed bitches,"  Remy laughed.

"When does Quinn have to go to the police for his moms murder?"  Virgil asked, ready to change the subject.

"Am hour,"  I told him.  "Evan and I are going with him."

"I hope he's okay,"  Roman mumbled.  "Serial killer Dad trying to hunt him down.  Mom just died."

"Oh my god is Quinn 17?" Remy asked. "They'll put him in foster care."

"Shit," I breathed out. "I didn't think about that."

"When's his birthday?" Virgil asked me.

"I don't know," I mumbled. I quickly got up, abandoning my coffee. I went to the living room, everyone following quickly.

"Quinn," I said, getting his attention. "How old are you?"

"Oh, uh, I'm 18," He mumbled.  "My birthday is December 1st."

"Why does nobody tell me when it's their birthday?!  That was literally days ago!"  Patton yelled.  "I have to get you a present!"

"You don't need to,"  Quinn said quickly.  He turned back to me.  "Why do you want to know?"

"Well Remy brought up that you could get put in foster care if you weren't 18,"  I explained.  "Since your mom's gone and your dad's incompetent."

"I didn't even think about that,"  Quinn mumbled, his eyes going wide.  "Oh god I have no parent or legal guardian."

"It's okay,"  Evan said quickly.  He rested his head on Quinn's shoulder.  "You can stay with me until you figure something out."

Quinn didn't say anything, obvious lost in thought.  I sat down next to him and pulled him and Evan into my arms. 

"Let's talk about something else,"  Roman said.  "Lighten the mood a bit."

"What were ya babes talking about in here?"  Remy asked, sitting down next to Emile.

"Evan was talking in Spanish,"  Patton said.  "It's really cool."

"Tú hablas español?"  Roman asked Evan with a smile. 

"Sí!"  Evan answered.  "Quinn habla español mas o menos."

"Stop flexing on all of us!"  Remy yelled.

"Estupido,"  Evan sighed.  Roman gasped.

"Evan said a cuss word!"  Roman exclaimed, pointing at Evan in shock. 

"What?!"  Evan shrieked in shock. 

"Estupido means dumbass,"  Roman snickered.

"You calling me a dumbass?!"  Remy yelled.

"It means stupid,"  Evan argued.

"No, actually it means dumbass,"  Roman said.  Evan looked utterly shocked with himself. 

"Oh my goodness!"  Patton chastised.  "You guys are going to break him!"

"Sorry Patton,"  We all mumbled. 

~•~

"Just take deep breaths,"  Evan said gently, rubbing Quinn's back. 

"She's dead,"  Quinn chocked out, his sobbing worsening.  "I'm all alone."

"You have me and Evan,"  I told him.  "It'll be okay."

The three of us were sitting on the steps of the police department.  Quinn had to talk to the police about what happened, give them a recording of the call his mom made and then identify his mom's body.

Now Quinn's having a mental breakdown.  It was all too much for him and seeing his mom with her face ripped open by a bullet didn't help. 

As of now, the police told Quinn to go home and rest.  They know Quinn because of his dad.  So they understand he doesn't know any more than they do.

I did get to see one of the cops that was at my dad's trial.  It was cool seeing him again. 

"Where am I supposed to go?"  Quinn sobbed.  "I have no home or family anymore.  I don't know any extended family.  I'm not allowed to go back to my house.  And I'm technically a legal adult so I have no parents."

"You are going to stay with me,"  Evan told him.  "My home is now yours.  You have me and Damian for family now.  You shouldn't be going back to that horrible place anyways.  My moms will help you get on your feet."

"It's going to be okay,"  I told him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.  "I have a shit ton of money, I will help you the best I can."

"I can't take your money,"  Quinn told me.

"Quinn, I am loaded.  It will literally create no hindrance for me and my mom,"  I told him sternly. 

"I don't want to be a bother,"  Quinn mumbled.

"You aren't,"  Evan said, standing up.  "C'mon.  Lets get you home, in a pile of fluffy blankets with a cup of tea."

Quinn nodded 'yes' wordlessly.  I stood up and helped him to his feet.  I gave Evan a kiss before giving Quinn one. 

"You can meet my moms now Damien,"  Evan said excitedly. 

"Okay,"  I shrugged.  I didn't think too much of it but I wondered how his parents will react to me.  I wonder if his dad will approve of me.

I look punk and considering my past most people don't like me.  Evan is a literal angel and my guess is that his parents are the perfect couple and parents. 

We walked over to my car, Quinn between Evan and I.  I hopped into the front seat, asking Evan for his address.  He gave it to me and put it into my gps.  Evan lives pretty  far outside town. 

Evan climbed into the backseat, dragging Quinn with him.  They cuddled up in the back, Evan pulling Quinn to his chest.  He gently ran his hands through Quinn's hair, wiping his tears away and pressing kisses to his forehead. 

I drove over to Evan's house.  He lived really far outside of town. We were practically on dirt roads almost twenty minutes later.  Finally we reached a long driveway winding up a hill into the woods.

"Here,"  Evan said, pointing at the driveway.  I drove up slowly, trying my best to not hit my car on any branches sticking out. 

We pulled up to a huge Victorian style house.  It looked really old.  It was a white house with black gingerbread.  It was huge and creepy looking.

I parked the car, getting out quickly. Evan and Quinn followed, walking up to the front door. While Evan dug the key out of his pocket, I looked around at the beautiful and intricate landscaping.

We entered the house, Evan shutting the door behind us. The inside still looked like a Victorian home but more modernized.

To my right was a large living room with huge windows. To my left was a darker, smaller sitting room with a huge fireplace. A large spiral staircase led up to the second floor. Down the hall I could see a kitchen. Soft harp music filled the house.

"Mom!" Evan called out. "Mama! I'm home! I brought Quinn and Damien with me!"

"We're in the music room!" A female voice called back.

Evan led the way down the hallway towards what I assumed to be the music room. We took a left right before the kitchen and entered a medium sized round room.

The wall across from me was mostly large windows. They showed off the gorgeous mountain view from the home. The trees that surrounding the front of the house didn't come back here.

There was a large white wooden grand piano by the windows. Sheet music littered everywhere. The walls were painted a soft grey, long thin white curtains hung from the windows. A wooden acoustic piano was next to the large doorway.

Many instruments laid around the room. I could see a violin, cello, flute, guitar, ukulele, and a beautiful gold and white harp.

A woman was sitting on a chair, the harp set up in front of her. She paused her music playing to smile over at us.

She had bright green eyes and long wavy blonde hair. She had tanned skin but visible freckles. She wore no makeup. She gave off a angelic presence almost. She wore a long white sun dress despite it being December.

"Hey mama," Evan said, waving to her. She stood up gracefully and came to give Evan a hug. If you squinted, they looked like they were actually related.

"So you must be Damien," Came another female voice. I turned to see another woman lounging on a gothic black chez lounge. A skull violin rested next to her.

She had long black hair and bright grey eyes with a tinge of blue. She was pale with flawless black makeup. She gave off a gothic presence. She wore black leggings, a loose fitting grey blouse and a long black cardigan.

"Yes, I'm Damien Fey,"  I told her.  She nodded thoughtfully before standing up.  She walked towards us with the same gracefulness as the other woman. 

"My name is Asura Lakewood,"  She told me.  "I'm Evan's mother.  And this is my beautiful amata-" 

"My name's Ophelia,"  The over woman said, cutting off her wife.  "I'm also Evan's Mom." 

I smiled at them.  I wasn't expecting Evan to have two moms, but they seem nice.  Evan did say they were amazing parents. 

"To get a few things out of the way,"  Asura said.  "Ophelia and I are wiccans.  We practice openly so we apologize if that offends you.  Evan told us about your bipolar disorder and your time in a mental hospital-"

"And we think you're gonna be amazing for Evan,"  Ophelia interrupted.  "Someone with it as mild as you doesn't belong there."

"Oh, um, thanks,"  I mumbled, not expecting that.

"We also completely support you joining Quinn and Evan's relationship,"  Asura started again. 

"I'm just glad these two finally worked up the courage to ask you,"  Ophelia laughed.  "Oh my goodness these two ranted to us so many times about you."

"Mama!"  Evan yelled in embarrassment.  Both his and Quinn's face lit up bright red.  I laughed a bit at them.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?"  Asura asked.  "We're having breaded chicken.  It'd be nice to get to know you some more."

"Sounds amazing,"  I said.  "But I have to be home by nine or my mom will worry."

"Well I'm sure we'll be done by than,"  Ophelia laughed.  "Evan, you can hang out upstairs with your boyfriends?  We'll call you all down for dinner."

"Okay,"  Evan said.  He grabbed Quinn and I's hands and pulled us back to the staircase with him.  This is going to be a interesting relationship.