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THE MULLET PLEASE I AM FERAL I WANNA RUN MY HANDS THROUGH IT

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XS - II (First Impressions)

“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

When YN wakes up, she's alone. For a moment, everything is okay. Her eyes flutter open and she stares up at the tall ceiling, a crystal chandelier throwing rainbows across her face. She sits up and silk slides down her skin, pooling at her waist.

She blinks, temporary confusion washing over her.

Where is she?

It hits her like a truck. She's been kidnapped. Or, rather, she's traded herself to a trigger happy stranger in exchange for her parents' lives. Her parents. A pit forms in her stomach just thinking about them. She has no real way of knowing if her "fiance" plans to go back on their deal or not. Her parents could be dead right now, bleeding out on their dingy kitchen floor with no one the wiser.

YN feels nauseous. She scrambles out of bed and heads to one of the doors in the opulent room, pulling it open. Unfortunately, it's not a bathroom, so she shuts it immediately, opening another and stumbling inside. She barely makes it to the toilet before spilling her guts, retching over the golden seat until nothing but air comes up. Her fingers tremble against the cold metal and porcelain, barely able to maintain a grip on it.

"Are you done?" a cool voice calls out from the doorframe.

YN would have startled if she wasn't so worn out. The best she can do is lift her head and wipe her mouth, glancing towards the source of the sound. The man staring at her is vaguely familiar, large nosed and sharp jawed, handsome in a way that's hard to pull off. For a second, she can't place her finger on it, and then she looks at his tatted hands and shrinks back.

He was the man who held a knife to her throat.

YN's fear must be evident on her face because this man - what was his name again? - grins sinisterly, tightening his loose hands into fists.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he says in direct contrast to his body language, "The boss likes you too much for me to get away with it."

YN swallows, a terrible taste on her tongue. It almost makes her want to puke again, but she doesn't have anything else left in her.

"He wants to see you," he says, "So you better clean yourself up. First impressions are important."

First impressions?

He doesn't give YN any time to ask questions before disappearing just as quickly as he came.

YN stands on shaky feet, stumbling over to the sink. She looks at her expressing, wincing at the face that stares back at her. Her skin is blotchy and discolored, red eyes looking at her sadly. There's blood on her clothes and ugly bruises from where she'd been manhandled. She can only look at her reflection for a few seconds before she has to look away, not wanting to face the reality of her situation.

Still, the body guard's words get her moving, so YN splashes water on her face, grabbing a towel from the rack by the shower and drying off. She takes a whiff of her shirt and cringes. Honestly, she smells terrible, heady with blood, sweat, and tears. Apparently, a quick splash of water will not be enough, especially if she has to make a "good impression".

She's hesitant to strip down in this place, especially since she doesn't even know if this is going to be her room or not. Still, she turns on the water as hot as it can go, watching with begrudging awe as water pounds down from the ceiling like a waterfall.

YN exits the bathroom, taking in the bedroom for the first time. It almost looks like a princess' room, white and gold with decorative molding on the walls. The carpet is soft and plush, YN's feet sinking into it.

She feels so out of place here and it only amplifies her anxiety about this situation. She doesn't know anything about her captors or even where she is. Taking a shuddering breath, YN finds her way back to the room she was in just minutes ago, switching on the light to reveal a closet bigger than her entire childhood bedroom. It's filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, and accessories that tell her with one glance that they're all designer.

YN doesn't know if she is even allowed to touch anything but she doesn't really have any other choices. She picks the least flashy thing she can find and pulls it off of the rack, surprised that it's her size. Does her captor have a sister? Or worse, a girlfriend?

The last thing YN needs right now is enemies, so she closes her eyes and prays that this is just a coincidence.

She stands under the water pressure, watching the water turn pink and her skin grow raw. There's some delicious smelling shower gel that she uses to wash off the memory of what happened as best she can. She washes her hair, taking her time to detangle it with her fingers and message her scalp, trying to let her thoughts float away with the steam. YN knows that she can't stay in here forever, though, and the fear of Tats coming back has her turning off the water and stepping out, wrapping herself in a warm towel.

Once again, she glances in the mirror. She definitely looks better at first glance, but the look in her eyes is vacant, soulless. YN bites her lip, tightening the towel around her.

"You can do this," she whispers to herself, "Everything will be okay."

She doesn't believe it, not at all, but she has nothing to comfort herself but her own words. YN looks away from her reflection and brushes her teeth with an unopened set of brushes and paste she found, rinsing with mouthwash to get rid of that horrid taste in her mouth.

YN pulls the clothing she picked out on, feeling the soft fabric on her skin. She doesn't know what to do with her hair so she pulls one of the many drawers open and manages to find some products. Creepily, they're the exact same ones she normally uses, along with some expensive looking conditioners and sprays she's never heard of.

Before she can begin, the bathroom door swings open, causing YN to knock her head against the underside of the sink. She curses loudly, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Madame! I am so sorry!" A feminine voice calls out, "I didn't mean to startle you. Boss sent me to help you get ready for dinner."

Dinner? Is it so late in the day already? She could have sworn that it was midday based on the light seeping through the windows.

YN pulls her head out from under the sink and looks at the woman. She's rather short and dressed plainly in black slacks and a black polo. Her hair is clipped in a sleek bob, brushing just under her soft jawline. She's rather beautiful.

"Who are you?" YN asks her.

She's already had enough of people barging into the bathroom.

"My name is Yoonji. Boss has assigned me to help get you adjusted to life here. If you need anything at all, call me to help you."

YN sits on the floor, looking at the woman before nodding her head. Might as well.

"Let me get your hair, madame," Yoonji says, rushing over and pulling out hair products.

YN wants to protest but she's tired and Yoonji's touch is feather light, styling it into something more fancy than YN would usually do.

"Is that what you plan on wearing?" Yoongi asks pleasantly.

Even though her tone is nice, YN can tell what she's suggesting.

"Should I change?" YN asks as Yoongi puts the final touches on her hair, adding pretty diamond studded clips.

"Let me grab something for you."

Yoonji leaves and comes back in a flash, holding a midnight blue evening gown.

"This will be more appropriate for dinner with boss and his parents."

"This . . . boss of yours," YN says, choosing her words carefully, "Who is he exactly? What does he do? Why am I here?"

Yoonji smiles at YN again, but YN can tell that it's more forced than before.

"Everything will be revealed in time. Don't worry about it. Boss is a good man."

YN highly doubts that considering he was only moments away from murdering her parents last time she saw him but she swallows and smiles at her, knowing that she doesn't have any allies right now.

Since her hair has been done up so opulently, Yoonji helps YN out of her clothes and slips her into the beautiful dress. She has no energy to feel embarrassed as she stands there in her underwear (thankfully she found some new sets, all still with the tags on) too emotionally worn. Honestly, YN should be more worried about meeting with "Boss" and his parents, especially since she has no idea what they expect from her, but she knows thinking about it too much will just make her sick again.

Yoonji runs off somewhere and collects accessories, turning YN into a sparkling prom queen. She even applies makeup to YN's face, no doubt hiding the stress etched into every inch of her face. By the time someone knocks on the door, YN is starving. SHe hopes she won't have to go through this process every time she has to go eat.

But when Tats comes back into the room, YN finds herself wishing that Yoonji had taken longer.

"Dinner's almost ready and the Boss is getting antsy. She done yet, Yoonji?" he asks.

"Almost," Yoonji replies, picking up a glass bottle of perfume and spritzing some on YN's collarbones, "She is now."

"Great." Tats says, grabbing YN harshly by her wrist and pulling her upwards, dragging her out of the room.

YN looks back at Yoonji who gives her a thumbs up, whispering a "Good luck," in YN's direction.

YN stumbles over the tall heels Yoonji had placed her in, barely able to keep up with Tats and his long legs as they stride through massive black and white hallways.

'Don't fuck up, okay," he says, stopping in front of an incredibly tall set of doors, "Remember, first impressions."

He swings the door open.

Chapter Three

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Multipart Commission work - Harry Hook x reader  - part 5 - the isle

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“uh Evie?” you called out, twisting around and raising your brows as you caught the colors on your back “when did you make this?”

“ummmm about a month after the coronation?” she called back a little nervously.

“well why didn’t you give it to me sooner!?” you squealed, spinning around and posing “I love it and i’m never taking this off! The shoes, Evie, the SHOES~!” you hopped out from behind the makeshift changing room in Evie's room and posed for her and Ben.

Evie laughed and shrugged “I don’t know, didn’t think you were a leather person”

“Neither did I? but I love this style” you giddily spoke, turning your arms over, admiring the studs. “did you ever do a sket-“ Evie pointed to a paper on the wall.

(note: my power went out in my neighbor hood when i was drawing this and i had to start from basically the beginning!)

You grinned at it, reading the little notes Evie had put. “symbol?”

“Yeah, like my cracked crown and heart, Mals dragons, jays cobra, and Carlos’ crossbones!” Evie explained, quickly attaching a golden beast patch to Bens jacket.

“So when are we leaving?” you asked, smirking as you saw you but, dang these pants made your butt look gooood~

“as soon as I finished Bens look, we need him to blend in” she glanced at you, snorting as you kept posing.

“I know why my sister is obsessed with her looks now, I look amazing~” you sang, winking at yourself.

“that you do!” Evie giggled.

=

Harry felt a strong shiver run up his spine, he let out a low groan and looked around “wha’ the hell was tha?” he muttered, scratching his neck. The barrier shimming, making Harry take a step back.

The last time it did that was when the traitors left for auradon! Meaning….someone just entered the isle.

Harry grinned, and he knew exactly who it was~ or rather,  which group of people it was.

=

You stuck close to jay as you walked through the isle, keeping your arms close to your body and shoulders back, doing your best impression of Audrey’s “mean” face.

“hey-hey, stop it!” you turned, Evie was holding on to two little kids arms, staring down at their faces “just take it” they looked at her surprised. “go” as they run off laughing, Evie turned, her shoulders dropping as she caught sight of Ben.

You turned and groaned, Ben had a habit of ignoring the obvious danger. “Ben my god” you muttered, running after him.

“Ben-Ben stop!” You grabbed his jacket and pulled him back, Jay and Carlos lunging at the straggler.

“just stop” Evie scolded, Ben looked like a lost puppy.

“Why?”

“This isn't a parade it’s the isle!”

“Keep your hands in your pockets unless your stealing.”

“you either slouch or strut”

“and never ever smile” you furrowed your brows, they all sounded so tense, ever since you stepped foot on the isle.

Also, the entire place smelt like smog and rotten food.

“okay tha-“ Evie shushed him.

“no thank yous’ and drop the please too, just….chill” you nodded and looked around again.

You swallowed the pit in your stomach, how come they hadn't told you about how bad the state of the isle was in. rotting food, mold, trash, dirty blankets, and clothes sewn together for warmth.

“how come you guys never told us the isle is this…bad?” you weakly asked, watching as the vks shrugged.

“we honestly just want to forget this place” Carlos muttered, for once looking as small as he did 6 months ago.

You called bullcrap but you kept your mouth shut, following ben and the others as they gave a crash course on being “villains”

Ben slammed into someone, the tall blonde boy hardly moving as he did so. “hey man!” the boy smiled and tilted his head.

“hey I know you!” Ben paled and shook his head.

“no…no don’t know you either man” the boy shook his head and pointed at him.

“no, come on man! You know my old man at least, hes quick, slick and his neck” he gestured his neck “is incredibly thick!” Ben paled slightly and looked to you. Son of Gaston then huh?

His eyes drifted, and you followed, face-palming as you caught sight of a huge king Ben poster “…..hey! you’re king Ben!”

“no-no i’m not!” Evie dragged him away, you quickly running alongside jay.

“Yeah, you are! And Jay, Evie, Carlos what's up guys and that’s……oh Uma’s gonna love this!!!!”

=

You watched as Ben walked up the stairs, sighing you sat down on the front step, leaning on your elbows on your legs and staring out at the wall in front of you, seeing more posters.

‘don’t be bad be glad’?...the hell? ‘king beast is thinking of you’, ‘fairy godmother says: try to be good for goodness sake’?

What kinda propaganda is that? Many posters were defaced with black pen or spray paint. You sighed, eyes widening as you caught the face of a little girl, her face gaunt and her eyes sunk in.

“Evie?” you whispered, she hummed and turned to you, you nodded over to the girl. Evie looked over and her whole body sunk.

“oh no,” she whispered. The little girl gasped and her body slumped, her eyes fluttering closed.

You stood, about to run over to her, when jay grabbed your arm, shaking his head. “Jay what the hell, shes dy….” You watched as just as the moment her chest stopped rising, her body glowed golden for a split second. she whimpered as she sat up slowly, hugging her stomach.

“did-did she just?” you whispered. Evie nodded.

“yeah, death doesn’t exist inside the barrier, well, you can die but you just keep waking up, and it's just dying over and over again until you help yourself or someone decides to pity you and help.”

You couldn’t handle the little girl clutching into her stomach anymore, her small whimpers of pain piercing your ears, you ripped your arm away from Jay and walked over to the little girl, digging into your backpack.

The little girl jumped in fear, staring up at you with pure terror in her eyes. You stopped a few feet away from her, taking some of the food you had packed out of your bag and setting it on the ground.

A sandwich, an apple, and a water bottle. The girl's jaw dropped and she looked from you to the food. You just smiled and walked away, watching from over your shoulder.

The girl surged forward with no regard, digging open the bag holding the sandwich and hurrying to eat it.

You frowned, knowing her stomach wouldn’t be able to handle the sudden intake of food, and she looked up, seeing your face and slowing down, now grabbing the rest and backing into the shadows.

“(y/n)-“ you shook your head, hearing Ben coming back down the stairs.

“so?” you asked, sighing as you saw his face, Mal didn’t agree to come back then.

“wheres Mal?“ Evie quickly asked, looking back up at the stairs.

“shes not coming” Ben muttered numbly, walking away and down the ally. You sighed and decided to let him walk his feelings off.

“What?! I’ll talk to her…M?...Mal its Evie….just let me talk to you for a second!...Mal come on!”

“GO AWAY!” you sighed and leaned back on the wall next to Jay.

“give her a couple of hours, let her cool down.”

“guys!” you perked up, watching as Carlos started down the ally, his eyes wide. “wheres Ben?”

“Ben?” Evie yelled down the ally, walking over and looking around “Ben!”

A shadow came from the back, his head down. That’s…not Ben?

“Ben doesn’t scare us like that” Evie sighed in relief, her arms dropping.  Jay squared up as the shadow came into the light.

“don’ scare yeh~” the boy with thee striking blue eyes purred “but that’s my specialty ~”

“Harry” Evie groaned, Jay leaning in Harry's space.

“wheres Ben!”

“oh!” Harry turned to point down the ally “we uh, we nicked him, mmhm~” he gave a wide deranged grin.

“and if yeh want ta see ‘im again, hav’ Mal come ta the chip chop tanight~”  he locked eyes with you, drifting up and down.

“alone~ Uma wants” Uma….the girl who tried to take the trident? “a little visit~” He glanced at jay, pursing his lip in a pout.

“aww Jay~….seems like yeh lost yer touch~”

Jay lunged at him, Evie stopping him quickly. Harry cackled and once more locked eyes with you.

He winked at you and turned to walk away, whistling to himself as he did.

You stared at his back as he walked away, you felt like….you had met his boy before, heard his voice. But where?

Evie snapped you out of your stupor, grabbing a rock and chucking it at the sign again.

“Come on, we need to tell Mal”

=

“if you guys never would have brought him here this never would have happened, what were you thinking!?! And bringing (y/n) here too?? She could’ve also been taken!!”

“Ben was going to come with or without us! We just wanted to protect him! And (y/n) wouldn’t take no for an Answer!”

Mal rolled her eyes and pinched her nose. “and we completely blew it, guys!” Carlos huffed, Jay, waving his hands around to diffuse the rising argument.

“Okay!...okay…what do we do?”

“we!” Mal guested “are not doing anything, this is between uma and me and shes a punk and guess what!? Now I have to save him!” she grabbed her bag and strapped it over her shoulder.

“wait you’re still gonna have to go through Harry hook and his warf rats!” Carlos pushed, Jay and Evie nodding along.

“yeah, your gonna need us” Jay stated, Mal shaking her head.

“Uma said to come alone” Evie sighed and tilted her head exasperated.

“Mal come on” Mal just shrugged and scrunched her face up. Carlos sighed and nodded,

“Uma said to come alone…. I know one thing…i’m not going anywhere” Carlos fell back on the ratty couch. Looking up at the rest of you.

“well be here if you need us” Mal nodded and walked out, leaving the rest of you to stew in worry about Ben.

---end of part 5 ---

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The Convention Fic Chapter 3

First Chapter

Note: This is where it starts to get a little spicy. 

Friday (Afternoon)

You woke up a few short hours later. The alarm you set blasted a song that you had hoped would get you pumped up and ready to get out of bed, but instead just sent a jolt through your body followed by a moment of annoyance as you reached out from under the covers and groped the nightstand looking for your phone. You hit the snooze button and attempted to get a few more moments of sleep, but it seemed that every time you closed your eyes the alarm would start up again. 

Giving up, you managed to drag yourself out of bed and glance at the clock. It was a little past noon, a bit late for your liking but you knew that this weekend you would have to conform your sleep schedule to a completely unpredictable man. From there you set yourself into your morning routine; a quick shower, teeth, hair, make-up (allowing yourself to go a little more daring than usual, it being a convention and all), and pulling on your outfit for the day. 

“I’m up.” you typed out. “Headed down soon.” 

 “ILL MEET U IN THE LOBBY!!” was the reply a few minutes later. 

You reached into your suitcase and pulled out a notebook and an old but sturdy backpack. The Notebook was a plain spiral notebook with the words “CON SURVIVAL GUIDE” written in Sharpie on the front. It was in here that you had written down everything you needed for the weekend- from Beej’s schedule, to panels you wanted to catch, to general facts that would help you survive such a hectic weekend. 

The first page had a list of everything you needed to bring with you on the con floor and you went through and packed the backpack carefully. Bottled water, wallet, sturdy folder, the convention schedule pamphlet, portable charging station for your phone, and extra batteries (pre-charged) for Beej’s camera. 

It may have been a bit overkill, but better than sorry. 

After double checking that you had your phone, room key, and badge you were finally ready to head down to the lobby of the hotel, where your dear friend was waiting for you. 

As soon as you stepped off the elevator he was right by your side and shoving something in your face. Still tired, it took a moment for you to register what was going on when he spoke. 

“I got you coffee!” he said proudly. “And a bagel!” 

The small bag and cup he was holding was suddenly in your hands, and it took another moment to register what to do with the items before the sweet smell wafting from the cup alerted your three functioning brain cells. You looked at the cup and took a long drink. Holy shit, how did he nail your coffee order so perfectly? 

You looked him dead in the eyes. “I love you.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. “Thank you!” you added quickly, trying to play off the first part. 

He smirked, but his eyes made it clear that he was very proud of himself. “So you drop your pants when I walk you home and you declare your love when I get you coffee. Damn, I’m just too sexy aren’t I?” he laughed. 

“The sexiest.” you agreed, taking another sip of coffee. “But really, thank you. I needed this.” 

“Well you know, I did keep you up all night.” he said with his eyebrows wiggling. You just laughed. 

“Oh baby, you know it.” 

“Excuse you,” he said leaning in close, making your half-dead brain fritz out momentarily. “I’m not Baby. I’m Daddy.” 

Your body suddenly felt very warm, starting from your cheeks and moving all the way down to the pit of your stomach. Hey now, that wasn’t fair. It was way too early and you were way too tired for him to be making comments like that. Oh no, he was smirking at you and clearly pleased with this reaction. No. There was no way you were going to allow your crush to flirt with you and have the satisfaction of knowing what it did do to you. 

“Papa, please.” you said in a monotone voice. “Father do not be mad that I disobeyed. Pater, I will be an obedient child.”

Beej doubled over laughing at your retort, as if it were the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

“Oh man, that was good!” he laughed. “Reminds me when I played that one game that had a confessional-” 

“And everyone in the chat kept saying stuff like ‘Daddy I was a bad girl, please forgive me?’”

“-And everyone would say that instead of ‘Forgive me, Father for I have sinned’!” 

You were both laughing now as you headed to the convention hall, flashing your badges at staff as you passed through a few checkpoints. As you started to become more alert, you found yourself feeling more at ease. You had worried that meeting up with him again would make you feel more nervous about what had happened last night, but standing next to him and laughing about inside jokes made all your fears melt away. 

By the time your coffee was finished and your bagel was safely in your stomach, the two of you found yourselves back on the lowest level of the convention hall. The room seemed so much larger in the day, now that the dealers room and artist ally were open. Around you, nerds of all shapes and sizes were buzzing around booths and taking pictures and chatting excitedly. Through the chaos though, there seemed to be a rhythm and flow to the hall as you and Beej stopped to take it all in. 

“Man, this place is huge!” Beej said, gawking at all the people and taking your hand. “Better hold this for safety.” 

You didn’t resist or pull away, allowing his hand to grasp yours. Even in a warmer room, his hands felt cool against yours, and knowing that he wasn’t going to just disappear into the crowd made you feel safe and secure. 

“So, artist ally or dealers hall first?” you asked. 

“Artist ally!” he said happily. “I got to see a few booths last night before you showed up, but now that I have more time I wanna see everything!” 

And so off the two of you went, weaving through the crowds of people towards the side of the room that held all of the artists. Never once did his hand let go of yours except to occasionally take a picture of or with another cosplayer. 

“So what’s with the backpack, doll?” he asked. “You plan on going on a hike?”

“It’s just my con bag.” you shrugged. “It’s got everything I need for the day so that I don’t need to go back to the hotel room too often.” 

“Nerd.” he teased in a playful way. 

“As your official handler I believe it’s my job to be a nerd right now.” you replied. 

“Oh? You got something in there that can shut me up?” he asked, giving you a look that was way too intense to just be playful banter. Why was this happening? You wanted to say something back, something equally as intense, it was on the tip of your tongue before you pulled it back in. This wasn’t the time, and you weren’t even sure what was really going through his mind when he said these things. Besides, what if you were just looking too far into this and this was just more playful banter? It wasn’t exactly like he didn’t say things like this all the time on stream or in chats to all his fans. 

“Yeah, I got a bottle of holy water in there.” you joked. “Figured that if you started really acting like a demon then I’d spray you like a cat with it.”

The intense look on his face disappeared and he was laughing again, allowing you to relax for the moment. He sure did like to keep you on your toes, didn’t he? It wasn’t a secret that Beej was a huge flirt, but you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d think if he knew what he did to you. How your heart skipped every time he paid attention to you, or how it sent a thrill up your spine every time his hand found yours, or how your brain stopped when he said he was going to take you on a-

Oh. Shit. He said something about a date yesterday and then ran away, didn’t he? 

The two of you were casually wandering from booth to booth when that realization hit you. Beej was happily looking at a booth filled with dead looking plushies, looking way more excited than you would have expected. 

“Hey Beej-” you started, but he suddenly turned to you with a smile. 

“Hey Doll, I’m gonna need to ask you a favor and go to literally any other booth right now.” he said. 

“What?”

“Shoo!” His arms were around you suddenly, picking you up by your torso, walking away a few steps, and dropping you by a random booth. 

“You stay there for a bit, mk?” he said before hurrying back to the plushie booth, leaving you confused and alone for the moment. For someone who had been acting so clingy, he sure was pushy. 

Staying close to the booth where Beej was, you poked around some other booths admiring the different crafts from each person. It really was amazing the kinds of art that the nerd community came up with; from burnt wood portraits of famous anime stills, to resin charms and decoden accessories, to prints, to buttons. Everything clearly had a lot of love put into it, each artist having a passion for what they did and the fandoms they were in. 

A hand fell on your shoulder and you turned to see Beej back with a huge smile on his face. “Ready to continue, doll?” he asked. 

“Sure.” you said, taking his hand again. “So are you gonna tell me why you suddenly abandoned me on the side of the road?”

“It’s a surprise!” he said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Beej, with you I’m always worried about it.” you replied with a slight laugh. 

The conversation continued across the artist ally and well into the dealers hall. The next few hours  were filled with checking out different booths, shoving weird Japanese candy into your faces and just chatting. At one point the two of you wondered outside to grab some lunch from the food trucks that had been set up, but then you both ended up back in the lowest level of the convention hall.

“Focus.. Focus... dammit I hate my phone. FOCUS. Oh, there it is.” you said, pointing your camera at your friend who was sitting on the floor at the edge of the giant room. In one hand he held a bottle of ramune and his other was raised and ready to strike. 

“WHATS UP NERDS!” yelled Beej. “So apparently there’s a soda in Japan that you have to beat up before drinking it. I don’t know about you guys but that sounds exactly like my kind of energy! Babes, count me down!”

“Three... two... two and a-”

SMACK

“ONE” he cackled, before bringing the soda up to taste it. “YUP. That’s strawberry flavored soda! But I got to slap it around before tasting it, which is a favorite pastime of mine”  he winked at the camera. 

“Aaaaand now you’re de-monitized.” you laughed. 

“Small price to pay for comedy, toots.” he said, standing up and taking another sip. 

You stopped recording and put your phone away. “How you manage to make a living off this with all the bullshit you pull, I’ll never understand. And don’t say-”

“I don’t need to make a living- I’m dead!” you both finished together; him with a shit eating grin and you sighing and rolling your eyes. 

“I get by.” he shrugged. “I don’t have many bills to pay and since Lydia set up that Patreon it’s been easy.” 

The two of you wondered back into the dealers hall, by now it was late afternoon and there was a noticeable dip in the crowd as congoers started to leave for dinner. By no means was it empty, but it was a little easier to get around. Looking at your phone, you noticed that the dealers hall would only be open for another hour and a half. 

“Ohh, hey doll let’s check out that booth!” Beej said with sudden enthusiasm in his voice. He led you towards a booth that you were surprised that you missed the first time around. In the middleof the dealers hall was a large leather working booth, covered in corsets, battle armor, masks, and journals. 

He let go of your hand as he started poking around the booth, and you drifted over towards the journals and pouches. On the inside you were swooning over how beautiful everything was, and the smell of leather made you feel warm. Picking up a few journals, you thumbed threw them and examined the price carefully. You had spent a lot of money to get here, but your budget DID allow you some money for these kinds of things. 

You found yourself holding onto a thick journal, the simple cover had a strap wrapped around it to keep it closed. You were in love. 

“It’s refillable.” One of the men running the booth hinted. “You can take the cover and move it to another journal if you fill it up.”

“I... I want this.” you said, holding it close and imagining everything you could fill it with. 

Within a few moments, you were happily placing the journal in your backpack. It was then that Beej called you over. 

“Come here doll, I wanna see something.” he said, his voice was sweet but his eyes and smile hinted at something a little more dangerous. 

You walked towards him and the woman that he was talking to. She was tall and covered in leather, her eyeliner sharp and her lips bright red. 

You suddenly felt a little warm under the gaze of the two very attractive people looking at you. But her soft, friendly smile felt reassuring. 

“Your friend wanted a demonstration of these.” she said, holding up a thick pair of leather wrist cuffs. “May I?”

Oh. 

Oh.

Your cheeks quickly flushed the same color as her lipstick but you still nodded and held out your hands for her to attach them. The leather was thick and sturdy, but the inside was lined with a very soft fur. You didn’t hate the feeling. 

Then she clasped the two together and started with her sales pitch. How the leather was sourced, how sturdy it was, how it came with a lifetime guarentee, the different ways you could use the cuffs to tie a partner up (they were also very good ankle cuffs!). With every new piece of information she was jerking your hands around, locking and unlocking you in different ways, and explaining everything in detail. It was all surprisingly professional, considering what she was talking about. Not once did you feel uncomfortable (a little embarrassed maybe, but not uncomfortable). 

Then she brought out the leash, explaining that how to attach the leash to the cuffs, and the safe way to use a collar and leash. She ended her explanation by telling the two of you if you bought the set (cuffs, collar, and leash), there would be a discount for buying at the con instead of online. 

When you were finally free of the cuffs, Beej was snickering at you and you were thinking about all the ways you would get him back for this little stunt. Then he did something that shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did. 

He pulled out a credit card and purchased a set on the spot. If your cheeks were hot before, you were nearly having a heat stroke now. The wink the Beej sent your way did not help either, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Was.. was he actually planning on using this on you?

No, no, no way. Nope. You were not going to entertain that thought. Yes he was flirting with you hard, and yeah you were flirting with him back, and yeah he had used the word date and yeah you very much would not mind the idea of wearing those cuffs in private-

You were learning quite a lot about yourself this weekend. 

The sleek black and white leather set was carefully tucked into a bag and the booth owners thanked you both for the purchase. Beej took your warm hand and he started leading you out of the dealers hall for the day. By now it was a little past six, and the dealers hall would be closing soon. 

“Well I don’t know about you, but that was a lot of fun!” he said, giving you his shit eating grin. 

“I’m surprised you actually bought a set.” you replied, trying to play off how flustered you were about what happened. 

“Well she was so convincing and you were so cute wearing those cuffs, how could I resist?” he fired back. God, this man was going to actually be the death of you this weekend. 

Once you two were back on the main floor of the convention center he pulled you to the side and looked at you. “I got you something.” he said. 

“Do I get to keep one of the cuffs?” you asked with a sheepish smile, still trying to play everything off. 

“Not quite.” he replied and reached into another bag that he’d been carrying around. He pulled out a small stuffed animal- something that you recognized from a booth this morning. It was a small striped animal, covered in fake blood, with an eyeball missing, and some bone sticking out. A dead hyena plushie. It was oddly fitting. 

“Beej,” you gasped quietly. “Beej, he’s adorable!” you took the plush from him and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you so much...!”

His smile grew wide and he was starting to squirm. “There’s something else. I uh...” he dove his hands into his pockets and pulled out two pieces of very crumpled up paper. “I want to go on a date with you tonight.” he said and shoved the two pieces of paper in your hands as well. 

MOMO CON PRESENTS: NIGHT AT THE AQUARIUM! ADMIT 1 + AFTER PARTY

“Beej...!” you gasped and looked up at him. “Beej, I thought this was sold out...!”

“Yeah well, perks of being a guest.” he replied. “So uh... do you want to do this as a date?” He was staring at you intensely and you realized just how serious he was. The words caught in your throat for a moment before-

“I’d love to!” you smiled wide at him. “I gotta drop some stuff in my room but yes! Yes I’d love to go on a date with you!” 

His smile was a mile wide as he picked you up and spun you around like he had done the previous evening. “Hell yes! I’m going on a date with the hottest nerd here!” he whooped and laughed. 

“Oh my god, Beej.” you couldn’t stop smiling though, your heart racing. “Come on, let’s go back to my room so I can get ready.” 

And off the two of you went, both of you smiling like idiots as you realize that this was actually happening. Maybe you wouldn’t kill him for that stunt after all. 

Maybe.

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Gateway Drug | Part Twenty-One

Part Twenty or Table of Content

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

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"Viv, open the door." Fred calls from other side of the bathroom door.

I don't know if I should be relieved security's here or mortified because now I'll have to answer questions to the police, whose sirens I can here coming closer and closer.

"They've temporarily locked the hotel down, Viv, until the cops get here and when they're here you're gonna have to give a statement."

"I don't want to talk to anybody." I argue from my spot in the bathtub with the curtain closed.

There's silence on the other side for a moment.

"Can you be honest with me?" He asks and I let out a deep breath.

"Always." I reply honestly.

"Have you taken or done anything you weren't suppose to?"

"No." I tell him.

"Not to freak you out anymore than you already are, but we're on the seventh story. There isn't a balcony. There isn't even a ledge for someone to be able to stand outside the window and hold a gun on you." He explains to me calmly and I squeeze my eyes shut, crying because that's the last thing I wanted to hear. "I don't think there was a gunman, Viv."

"I saw him."

"What'd he look like?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"It was too dark."

"Then how do you know you saw someone?"

I dry my eyes, irritation bugging at me as I stand and pull the curtain back.

"Are you calling me a liar, Fred?" I ask him, my tone shifting from that of fear to aggravation.

"I'm just saying something's missing in the salad and it could possibly be the lettuce." He replies casually and I step out of the tub and swing the door open to look up at him.

He shakes my Nardil bottle in his hand, his lips pressed together.

"Lettuce." He adds, raising his brows, before he reads the withdraw symptoms to himself that I've been avoiding to read this entire time before he stares my eyes down. "Pupils are fine." He mumbles to himself, grabbing my arms, legs, and anywhere that holds easy access veins to check entryways for needles.

His palm pushes my forehead back to angle my nose upward so he can check for coke residue.

There isn't any.

"I quit taking them." I admit as he finishes up his drug examination and he looks at me with furrowed brows. "My Nardil. I stopped it."

Confirming his theory, he glances around the room before stepping in to the bathroom and shutting the door.

"You're not..." He starts, seeming to be uncomfortable and I wait patiently for him to speak as he motions his hands. "...giving up or anyth—"

"No!" I deny completely, rubbing my forehead. "No, Fred, I'm not that bad off, now, and I wasn't bad off at all when I was on them." I reassure him.

"Then why'd you get off it?" He asks and I sigh, trying to figure out if I should tell him or not.

"The excuse I have planned is, 'I can't stand relying on a pill to make me happy', but it's bullshit." I confess. “If I tell you this, you can’t tell anybody, Fred. I’m serious, or I’ll kick your ass. Got it?” I ask and he nods. “Cross your heart?”

“Cross my heart.” He does an over exaggerated crossing of a crucifix over his body like a catholic closing out a prayer and I crack the slightest smile before licking my lips, stepping from the bathroom to my suitcase.

I pull the positive pregnancy test out and just as I’m heading back to the bathroom, the door is unlocked and opens—leaving me standing there in nothing but my towel, holding a pregnancy test in front of Doc and a police officer.

I panic and hold the test behind my back, too far away from my suitcase to simply hide it back in there.

“Viv, You need to give a statement.” Doc informs me and I look at the officer and nod as Fred steps from the bathroom, only a couple inches beside me.

The officer hands me a paper pad and a pen to write on and I give a look to Fred.

He furrows his brows a little bit as if to say, “what’s up?”

I nod my chin to my shoulder a little bit as a subtle cue and he glances to my hand behind my back, gripping a pregnancy test.

He’s expressionless as he acts like he’s putting a reassuring hand on my back, but he takes the test from me and slips it up his sleeve.

It’s now that I hear Doc and the cop having a casual conversation, and I still haven’t taken the pen or pad from the stranger.

I do so quickly and write my statement, adding that I’ve been off of strong antidepressants for a little bit and one of the possible withdrawal symptoms is discontinuation syndrome, hallucinations and psychosis being a couple of the possible results of discontinuation syndrome.

Fred explains to the officer and to Doc what might have me thinking there was a gunman outside of my window while I finish writing my statement and shoes the cop the bottle of pills to prove I’m not on drugs and he’s just trying to cover my ass.

Doc leaves with the police, walking him back down to the lobby to meet his team that’s probably scoped the hotel for any threat.

Once Fred and I are alone he’s pulling the test from his sleeve and staring at it as I get some pajamas on while he sits on the foot of the bed.

“This is gonna sound fucked up but it’s Nikki’s, right?” He asks me and I glare at him.

“Yes.” I state. “It’s Nikki’s. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with.” I plop down on the bed beside him and he hands me the test and let’s a moment of silence pass.

“He’s gonna fucking freak.” He mumbles.

“‘I’m gonna be a dad!’ freak, or ‘holy fuck I have to be a fucking dad!’ freak?” I ask, knowing he’ll tell me the truth.

“Definitely the second one.” He states.

“I think so, too. He’s gonna kill me, Fred.” I rub my eyes.

“He’s the one that won’t let up on you. I’ve seen him after a show, just getting his hands on you at the first chance and throwing you over his shoulder to go use you like a cum rag.” He scoffs. “It takes fucking to get a kid, and it takes two to fuck.”

“I’m not going to tell anybody until I absolutely have to. Including him. He’ll be pissed I told you first.”

“You haven’t told me anything.” He replies blankly and I look at him.

I knew in that moment I could murder someone and Fred wouldn’t tell a soul, he’d just help me hide the body and clean up the crime scene.

I suppose that’s kinda what he did anyway when he found out why I was with Duff McKagan so much on the “Girls” tour.

He knew Nikki had fucked plenty of other girls on the tour, without my knowledge and right under my nose, so he didn’t see the point in snitching on me for doing the same as if Nikki were an alter boy.

By late afternoon the next day, the roadies and seemingly everyone—aside from Nikki, Tommy, Vince, and Mick—were all walking on eggshells around me.

They figured if I, of all people, were on drugs, they should avoid me at all costs because I had "violent tendencies" when I was sober, they didn't want to know what the hell I was like fucked up on something.

Except...

"I told you, Doc, I didn't take, snort, shoot, or drink, anything." I tell Doc once more as I go between teasing Tommy's and Nikki's hair while they smear on blush, lipstick and eyeliner as neatly as they can. “I even had the guys check their inventory to prove I hadn’t tampered with any of it.”

"No, you're just dopesick from abruptly stopping your MAIO antidepressant which is just as idiotic and stupid as taking, snorting, shooting or drinking anything that fucks You up so badly that you imagine someone holding a gun at you outside of the window on the seventh story of a hotel." He replies shortly, and I roll my eyes.

"You can't be dopesick from something that's not classified as a controlled substance." I reply as if he's overreacting.

"Your neurotransmitters are in shock. You need to go see a fucking doctor." He orders me and I look at Nikki in the mirror. "Nikki, tell her she needs to go see someone."

"As if he has room to talk to me about getting help of any kind." I scoff out and Nikki shakes his head a little.

"If she says she's fine, she's fine." Nikki tells Doc, swigging from his bottle of Jack, handing it to Tommy when he's done.

"She had the fucking hotel on temporary lockdown until the cops cleared it. You assholes were out partying so you don't know how hard it was to convince her to come out of the bathroom before Fred busted the door down." Doc explains.

"And then I was fine. And now I'm fine. And I'll be fine. So just drop it." I sigh out, spraying down Nikki's hair with hair spray and doing the same to Tommy's.

"Why'd you quit your fucking Nardil anyway?" He keeps on and I let out a breath.

"Why does it matter? It's over with, man, just fuck off." Nikki grumbles, standing up.

I thank him in my head, not even getting a last glance from Doc before he's stepping out of the

room.

"Alright, I'm making my rounds." Vince announces.

"Making rounds" = stopping by the drug dealer that's waiting in the bathroom for a few bumps of coke then pick up the nearest groupie and get her on her knees ASAP.

"I'm comin', gimme a second." Tommy says to him before giving one last sprits to his hair before the two of them are out.

Mick left an hour ago to get away from the guy's obnoxious bullshitting. He hasn't been feeling good lately and his patience has been low...I don't blame him.

Nikki and I are left alone, avoiding the tension in the room until he says "fuck it" and starts pressing at me like Doc was.

"Why'd you stop taking it, Viv?" He asks me and I pretend to touch up my makeup in the mirror as he sits on the couch and waits for me to answer.

"I don't know." I lie with a shrug, tired of being asked questions that I can't answer right now.

"You don't know." He repeats, obviously not convinced, and smug at the fact I can't fool him.

"Fine." I breathe out, stepping to him where he's on the couch, falling in to his lap and putting my arm around his shoulders. "The truth is, I was bored and just wanted to see what would happen." It's sarcastic and he knows it, cutting his eyes at me.

"That's a bullshit answer."

"Mmm, now you know how I feel when you're so messed up you can barely walk and that's the excuse you give me." I point out and he holds back a smile, his little smirk fading after a moment as he thinks. "What is it?" I ask him, my fingers wiping at the lipstick he's got around his mouth so it doesn't look messy.

"You were pretty bad off, you know. You wouldn't even get outta bed and it kinda brought everybody down." He explains and I sigh, irritated.

"I'm not going to blow my brains out or slit my wrists, Nikki, if that's what you're getting at." I state.

"I'm not getting at that. I'm just saying I feel like I don't have my girlfriend when she's not acting like herself. I don't want it to get back to that, Vivian."

"Girlfriend? We've been married for ten months and I'm still you still think of me as your girlfriend?"

"I mean 'wife'." He corrects himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

The term "Girlfriend" didn't come with as much responsibility and tying down as "wife" did. Truth be told he didn't think of me as his wife until I first started being friends with Guns 'N Roses—their bassist in particular.

Then anytime we were all hanging out together or at dinner or backstage, he was all about randomly, loudly, and cross-fadedly, emphasizing the fact that I. Was. His. Wife.

Everyone knew it was his way of pissing on me to mark his territory and sending the message of "mine's bigger than your's!" to anyone who even thought about hitting on me.

I ignore his slip up and blink at him.

"It won't get that bad again, Nikki." I assure him, blindly, because I have no clue how the hell my depression is going to be. As of now, I don't feel any different off of my meds than I did on them.

I stamp my reassurance with a brief kiss, before Doc's banging on the door to let us know Nikki's going on in fifteen minutes.

They played a great show, as always, and by the time it was over I was practically rushing to get back to the hotel, get packed, and get back home.

"What time are we leaving tomorrow?" I ask Doc as Vince, Tommy, Nikki and Mick cool down after just getting off stage.

"Well, about that," Doc starts, waiting for the guys to sit down and take a few deep breaths before he continues. "We're leaving tonight and heading to Michigan to get back up with Ozzy at the American Rock Festival in Kalamazoo and then we head to Des Moines for Iowa Jam." He hits us with two more shows.

I stare at him like I could kill him. I honestly could.

"Is that it?" I ask him, keeping it together.

"Yes. If you don't count the eight other shows in between."

I lived up to my "rabid bitch" reputation by attempting to hit  him as hard as I possibly could over an overall minor inconvenience. Thanks to Tommy getting between us, it was merely an effort and no damage was done.

I needed to get to an obstetrician and there was no way for me to do that discreetly while on the road. I felt like the walls were slowly moving in on me and the record label kept booking shows, making sure I had nowhere to run.

"I'm actually going crazy, Tansy." I say into the payphone, glancing around the dark gas station parking lot to see the guys walking inside with Doc. "I was expecting a little fever and vomiting but it's actually making me a crazy person."

"Well what did the label say the withdrawal symptoms were?" She asks me and I reach Into my purse and pluck the Nardil bottle out of it.

"Discontinuation syndrome from phenelzine can include: hallucinations, rushed speech, severe anxiety, paranoid psychosis, drowsiness, delirium, and insomnia." I read aloud to her.

"Well, Maybe it's not that bad." She comments.

"I had a melt down because I thought a man was standing outside our room window pointing a gun at me." I explain to her.

"Well, that's not far fetc—"

"We're staying on the seventh floor, Tans, and there isn't a balcony." I state. "Doc thought I had tapped in to someone's supply until I told him I decided to stop my antidepressant."

"Why're you stopping it, again?" She asks me and I breathe out.

"Because I'm not depressed anymore." I explain, knowing it's a bullshit excuse and that she knows it because I'm not that ignorant to believe I can just stop something like Nardil cold turkey.

"And how does Nikki feel about you just quitting it out of nowhere?"

"What does Nikki have to do with this?" I ask her.

"He's your husband, Viv. Did you not give him a heads up at all?"

"I didn't wanna worry him, even though I'm sure he's not worried about it, but still." I explain to her. "I don't want to be the reason he feels the need to drink or use because he's stressed out and I guess I was scared it would stress him out."

"He's a rockstar, Viv, he's gonna use drugs and drink regardless. You can't put that much pressure on yourself." She tells me, the guys coming back out of the station with snacks.

"Yeah, I gotta go, Tans." I say. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Call me when you get there so I know you're still in one piece." She suggests and I nod.

"I will. I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, bye-bye."

"Bye."

I hang up the phone and run a hand through my hair, stepping onto the bus.

"Viv, I got you gummy worms." Tommy throws the bag at me and I flinch a little when I catch it.

"Thanks, Tommy." I step past him to get back in my seat and Nikki hands me a bottle of Coke.

I wrinkle my nose a little and take the bottle.

"They didn't have Pepsi." He tells me and I sit down next to him.

Before I can ask Vince to use his bottle opener, Nikki's got the metal cap off my drink with his teeth and I cringe, lightly popping him on the arm.

"I told you to stop doing that, babe!" I scold him and he laughs, handing me the bottle back. "If you want a new car or new apartment you can't shatter your teeth because that will take all the money you've made to fix."

"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya." He brushes me off and I nudge him with my shoulder, ripping in to my bag of gummy worms. "So, in terms of a car," Nikki starts, opening his bag of Doritos.

"Mhmm."

"I'm thinking a Corvette." He tells me and I stop drinking my Coke mid-sip and look at him.

"A Corvette only has two seats." I point out.

"Yes, and there's only two of us. Isn't funny how that works out perfectly?" He asks me with a smartass smile.

"Yeah, but we might have kids at any point. We're not really being the most cautious, you know."

He puts palm on my forehead, closing his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Rebuking the pregnancy demon."

"Nikki." I chuckle out, swatting his hand away from me. "You gotta stop looking at kids as a curse or something to slow you down. The worst thing that can happen to you when we have kids is you'll quit partying as much and become more responsible. That's not so bad, is it?"

"It's a parade pisser, that's what it is." He mumbles, eating another chip.

"No it is not, babe, children are a blessing." I argue to him, keeping my smile.

"Right, that's why my folks avoided me at all costs."

"Okay, you can't pull the lost, confused, abandoned child, who's tagged teamed with mommy and daddy issues, every time we get on the topic of kids so you can win the inevitable argument and get a sympathy blowjob." I state and he laughs, genuinely. "We are going to kick parenting's ass." I promise and he grins at me like I'm amusing.

"I yield, you're right." He lets me win this one, sipping on his beer.

A beat passes between us, and he glances at me.

"I'm thinking black for the Corvette." He mentions to me and I rub my lips together.

"I'm thinking more along the lines of: new apartment." I suggest instead and he cuts his hazel eyes at me.

"I can't fuck you on the hood of a new apartment. You can't give me blowjobs while I'm doin' 90 to nothing down the road in a new apartment." He makes two very valid points and I let out a sigh.

"So while weighing the pros and cons of choosing either a new car or new apartment, you took in to account which one you could utilize during sex the best, as a priority?" I ask.

"Fast cars, loud music, and even faster and louder chicks, turn me on. I already have two of those three." He shrugs and I just blink at him. "Besides, if we go for a new place, we'll just end up buying a slightly bigger—but still shitty—apartment, while still having the piece of shit car to match."

It was one of the few things that made sense in Nikki's mind, and if that's all that mattered to him, then that’s all that mattered to me.

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ooc- Enemies and Allies: Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Mav had left his ruined clothes in a trail to the bathroom and kicked his boots off to join them. Crassus hoped he had another pair because they were just as ruined as the clothes. He picked everything up with gloves on his hands and stuffed it into a trashbag. The whole mess he threw off the ship and then waited for Mav. They needed a serious conversation about what he’d done and how he had done it. Crassus felt he needed to report it to someone higher up the chain of command than even their direct superior. Maybe he even needed to tell the Spectre but he didn’t know what that would do. Familial ties aside, Spectres weren’t held to the same regulations as Blackwatch or anyone else. And if Crassus were perfectly honest with himself, Mav’s scorched earth response at the brothel and then his numb reaction had scared him. What sort of man was capable of all that and then just came home to shower?

“Hey big guy?” Mav called and finally there was a little inflection to his voice, a little more than that empty, zombified tone.

Crassus shook his head clear of worries and suspicions and the cloying sense of fear. He peaked into the bathroom. “What?”

The smaller turian was mostly cleaned up and sitting naked on the closed toilet lid with a med-kit opened and rummaged through beside him. As well as a half empty glass bottle with the cap haphazardly placed on top. “I’m er… I’ve got a bullet in me that’s gotta come out. Thought I could get it myself but I can’t see what I’m doin’.”

He glanced at that bottle. “Are your eyes crossed yet?” He drawled and grabbed the med-kit.

Mav chuckled lowly. “Blood loss and booze’ll do that, yeah.” He handed Crassus a scalpel and shifted sideways, pointing to a still weeping wound along the arch of his hip. “I can feel it ‘bout here, just under the skin.”

Crassus grabbed out some gauze and antiseptic spray as well as a few other things. “Do you want anything for pain before I start?”

“Nah, I’ve got my horosk.” He muttered. “Just check on my other patch jobs too.”  

Patch job was a good description of what Mav had done to himself. He’d been grazed by half a dozen shots at least, sported a couple of through-and-throughs in non-vital places and someone had gotten him good with a knife a few times too. All of it he’d smeared medigel on or liquid stitch or actual stitches in a few places. And then there was the bullet embedded in his skin.

“You look like you went through a well-armed blender.” Crassus muttered as he wiped the spot with antiseptic.

“Makes you feel better, don’t it? All I did, at least I got hurt too.” Mav said and there was almost a hint of criticism in his tones.

He didn’t want to think about how true that might be. “Did you even draw your gun?”

“When I got there, all I heard was screamin’,” He murmured. “Those varren-fuckers hurtin’ the pets there in the worst ways, torturin’ them just cuz. I saw Baast… and I may have lost my cool.”

Crassus put the scalpel to his skin just along the embedded bullet and drew a thin line. “When I was looking for you, the only word I could think of was massacre.” Fresh blood welled up and then began to drip.

Mav took a big swig from the bottle of horosk. “Slaughter. Butchery. Blood-bath. Carnage. Havoc. Mayhem… I can do this all day, I happen to really like word games.”

He met Mav’s eyes, his own stare hard. “Mass murder.”

The smaller turian’s mandibles worked along his jaw. Someone had given him a black-eye and it was starting to swell. “How ‘bout gang rape?” He hissed. “I did what needed to be done. Folks out here just let the slavers do whatever the fuck they please and they don’t do nothin’ ‘bout it. It’s Terminus, they say, it’s just how shit is, but it ain’t right. It ain’t right.”

“On principal I don’t disagree with you, it’s not right at all.” Crassus said and pushed a little around the bullet to try to nudge it free. “But-”

“But nothin’.” Mav snapped. “I did it. It’s done. Galaxy’s a little brighter with one less slaver in it and I’m perfectly fine with how I got rid of him. I never kill anybody without a reason and I had a damn fine one.”

He managed to wiggle the bullet out and then began to stitch Mav up. “I’m going to detail it in my reports. All of it. What you did and how you did it, Mav.”

“That’s your right to.” He huffed and drank from the bottle again. “Make sure you put in ‘em that Baast had never even seen Kahje. That Ailuros-” He sucked in a tight breath “-that Ailuros could sing to make the Spirits weep. That the fucker I beat to death was talkin’ ‘bout brinin’ in kids before I knocked his teeth out the back of his skull.”

“By the Spirits, Mav.” Crassus exclaimed breathlessly.

“I did the right thing.” He insisted hotly. “Ain’t nothin’ gonna change my mind ‘bout that.”

“...You could have done the right thing differently,” He murmured as he covered the wound with gauze and tape and just tried not to think about it all. “That’s not how we’re taught to kill.”

Mav’s head bumped his shoulder suddenly as the rest of his body sagged and Crassus hurriedly checked the pulse in his wrist. It was still going strong and it was only the horosk finally taking effect and not the blood loss.

“I coulda taken him away when I had the chance,” He mumbled. “Coulda given him a better life. Big guy, you get a chance to save a pet, you do it and damn everythin’ else.”

Crassus didn’t know what to say to that, his mandibles drawn in tight to his jaw as he checked over the rest of Mav’s wounds. “I’m sorry you lost him.” He said when he was done.

Mav heaved a sigh and just oddly let his head rest on Crassus’ shoulder in such a way that he could feel every breath against his neck. “I am, too.”

[turtles-are-queer]

Okay so like pattons a human right

And he moves into this old GGGGIIIAAANANTTTT house

That has demons ghosts and vampires in it

Right

And logans a fucking demon

But patton doesnt take his shit and just becomes a weird roomate

And virgils this ghost boi and hes just kinda there

Like "sup how are ya"

"AAAAAHHH virgil please stop just apearing its spooky"

One day pattons trying to catch this bat in his attic and remys just like "uckin hands off me gremlin" and pattons just "oh! Sorry i didnt realize!" And remys just *"human form" but like a vampire* "ya bitch, lets get some damn starbucks"

Romans his friend

But hes like a witch

But not like the real witches yknow, hes like harry potter wand steryotyp, definetly rides a broom just to be an extra fuck

So like this house is fuckin huge too okay. It was super cheap because ghost vamp and 2 demons. Its supperrr old and like a mansion but its spooky

Patton doesnt know its spooky when he buys it

But the moment he enters the house all 4 of them are just "kay we cant kick this one out look, no ones swept the floor in 5 years, he cleaned the damn window"

Oh yeah okay deceits a demon

But also like hes one trying to be a normal demon but it doesnt fuking work

Like *standing ominously in a hallway with glowing eyes*

Patton: "logannnnn hes doing it again!"

Logan: go to bed deceit, we cant keep doing this

So roman is liek "a moved huh? How is it?"

"Kinda weird? I have a few roomates you should meet!"

"I thought... You were living alone?"

"Yeah thats what i thought too"

Roman comes over and remy just slides down the staircase like "WHO BROUGHT SILVER INTO THIS DAMN HOUSE PATTON YOU K N O W I CANT DO SILVER"

Patton gets a text like "who is wearing the anti demon symbol? Youre upseting de"

Virgils just like "oooooo* breaks a plate on his head*

Patton: "Virgil! This is our guest!"

They all become good friends after a while but the only thing holding them together is

patton

Remy sometimes asks for a drink

Patton gives him starbucks

Remy is always like "ou know thats nowhat i meant" and still drinks it anyway

Roman definetly is over at that house every other night

12 guest bed rooms? Hell yeah sleep overs!

And he does magic ALL. THE. TIME. No thoughts over consequences

Just "hey can i do an explosion spell ive never tried on this apple as it sits on your head?"

"SURE!"

Logan, who has grown attached: no the fuck you wont

" deceit can you please stop the ominous steps! I have to go to work tommorow i need sleep!"

Roman accidently introduces virgil to emo music and suddenly patton has to give virgil a curfew kn when hes allowed to blast music in the basement cause he needs sleep

Roman "AH FUCK A BIRD" *frantically swatting at remy*

Remy: THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME? THE SECOND YOU TAKE OFF THAT SILVER EARRING IM GONNA FUCKING TAKE ALL OF YOUR BLOOD

Roman yeets another plate into the abyss, smashing it on the fridge. "Boys! Come on please someones gotta replace these plates!"

Roman and virgil: "sorry pat... "

I hate everything my first thought was Patton punishing them with "get on top of the fridge! Get up there!" vine

" this hoUSE IS A FUCKING N I G H T M A R E"

Virgil: "No shit sherlock theres 54 things in this house that could kill you and im not even counting the supernatural yet"

One of the 54 things on Virgil's list is the blender. He does Not Trust It

No one knows when he died, least of all him.  He definetly is suspicious of all technology

Remy uses a perfect mix of old slang and new slang

He cant exactly.. CONTROL some of his demon like qualitys and he hates it. He tries to be profesional and stay calm but then hes crawling on the ceiling and pattons got the spray bottle again and hes like "fuck"

Sometimes tries to murder people

Has tries to murder roman twice

Got the spray bottle

Has stopped

I wouldn't expect anything less

Please tell me he's got a pavlovian fear response to any and all spray bottles now

No not all spray bottles, for instance if he sees a bottle of windex he thinks "thank god, someones cleaning" but if he sees the " bad demon" spray bottle then he immedietly focuses harder on not doing The Thing™

The bottles just filled with Water. Thats it. Its not holy water or anything cause patton doesnt wanna hurt him, but he keeps it in the fridge so its cold water and wakes him up a bit and makes him more aware of what hes doing

Deceit sometimes goes in timeout within a salt circle if hes killed something or someone

Salt circle of shame

Deceit and remy work tagteam. Deceit murders them, remy gets the blood. But they dont just like murder anyone, only peices of shit like sometimes de will be being all spooky in an ally and see some asshat trying to rape someone, immedietly murders them and remy gets a Nice Sip

Virgil knows but doesnt see a reason to bring it up since hes seen alot of murders in his life.

No one knows how

Hes ominous

Only i know for now

Remy apoligises for having virgil watch since he looks and acts like a teenager, but virgil just shrugs and says that. Remy is Suspicious™

He thinks he's kidding at first but it happens again and Virgil is, if possible, even more deadpan about it, and then he /suspects/

Patton is Worried™ when virgil says stuff like that. Like pattons a bit decensitized to death after a while of living with them and one day he like "oh virgi! Dont look over there deceit left another corpse! Ugh its just awful"

"Ive seen worse"

"Virge no-"

Pattin gives logan a pair of his old glasses since logan cant fuckin see

-

Virgil got long hair fuck you

-

Roman introduced virgil to memes. Worst mistake hes ever made

-

“Where you ever human logan?”

“At a time, yes. However, i do not remember anything from that time in my life”

“Was deceit?”

“No, patton. Hes never known a shred of humanity.”

“Who did this to you two?”

“I wish i knew… i would assume only satan himself could turn a man into a hideous beast like me”

“I dont think youre a monster lo..”

“..... Thank you Patton”

-

Logan and deceit eat souls. In this universe, a sould is stored in the heart. Already dead people dont have souls anymore, they have already became a ghost, or moved to an afterlife.

No you cannot eat a ghost.

Souls taste different

Pattons would taste like berries and hot chocolate.

There is a strict “no eating patton” rule set in place by virgil

Yes, this rule does extend to remy

No he cannot have “just a sip”

-

Virgil does NOT like the appliences in the house.

Hes scared of the blender.

After patton had fully moved in, he was wandering around the kitchen one night and pushed a button on the blender

When it started making noise and moving virgil promptly screamed and threw it at the wall

He apoligized to patton once they became friends.

He is scared of the washing machine too

-

Reny started living there about 50 years ago

Virgil TRIED to get him to leave before they could eat him

Remy assured him he had no soul since he was a vampire and just kept coming back to sleep there.

They sorta just accepted it