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DANTE TORRES | PAGE TWO — memory game

A/N: you’ve had to have known after that recent episode (12) that id be inspired to write more. Shoutout to the snow day that gave me a chance to write this! There’s been some debates about how some people feel like this episode “still”didn’t add any depth to Dante’s character but I guess you’re entitled to your wrong opinion…they just don’t see him like I do! 😉 It’s neither here or there but I feel like with the crumbs that they do feed us in centered episodes, it gives you a chance to understand these characters bit by bit. I’m all here for subtle details! We have two weeks apparently until the next episode?!!! Which is an Atwater focused one so why not write a little something in the mean time?

S/N: I’m going to attempt to not make this as long but there’ll be some important scenes to see I think! Also we got a canon age for Dante and it’s apparently twenty-five? I always knew he was younger than the rest but I still thought at least thirty or pushing thirty! + I’ve also decided to go down the rabbit hole of watching Chicago PD from the beginning, finishing up season two soon, wish me luck lol!

WARNINGS: more angst, yearning, a little crossover with another show since I’m currently watching it lol, language, how childhood trauma plays into your adulthood, + mini flashback scene that leads to something! —without me giving too much away.

<- read the first piece to the sequel here.

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The days started to blur into one since settling into a place that felt like quicksand. She tries not to sink, finding outlets that are supposed to provide coping mechanisms. Seraphina’s been trying therapy, had to after being abducted and the whole talking to a stranger thing helps but the cold sweats and nightmares are a force of their own.

It doesn’t help that chief deputy Reid has found use for her. Tracking her down to her parents’ new place of residence, something else she doesn’t need right now and it’s reminiscent to his imposing ways back at the place she’s now renting out. Seraphina can feel herself dissociating as Charlie Reid is talking to her, ears ringing, the weight of everything comes toppling back on top of her and his presence is no relief.

“Did you get that?” He questions her on the stoop of her parents’ brick home.

Her arms are folded, backside pressed against the railing as she slowly rises her head, “I get that you have a funny way of timing.”

The wavy haired man lets out a slow sigh, peeking at the closed shut door, wondering if there was anyone inside trying to listen in on this conversation, “I…understand that you’re dealing with a lot right now but I also understand that you’ve got free time since you decided to pitch in for the care of your father, Mr. Coty.”

The short haired woman lets out a scoff of disbelief, “You mean taking on a job in the east coast, just to give it up, live on some savings all while trying to help my mother tend to my stubborn and mean sickly father? I don’t think you know what free time is, Mr. Reid.”

He nods, understanding how bad it sounds, off-putting even, “Right. I just mean this could be a way to keep your mind off everything.”

Seraphina begins to chew on her bottom lip in irritation, knowing that this man didn’t care much about her well being, eyes closing as she focuses on her breathing more than her irritability, another reminder that she needed to make a run and pick up more feminine care, “Sorry but no…you came here for personal gain and if I remember correctly, not that long ago, you were introducing yourself to me and throwing clues. So I suggest you tell me what your purpose of being here is because I really don’t have the patience to play the guessing game.”

Reid goes quiet at this, taking in the appearance of the younger woman across from him. He could appreciate that she wanted him to get right to the point and stop throwing hints. He’s backed off for a while, giving the IU the chance to do what they do but that didn’t mean he stopped having eyes on all of their cases.

Seraphina Coty happened to be included in Reid’s spark of interest.

There was a specific case that was brewing and Reid wanted to get ahead of it before it would eventually be brought to intelligence. He also found immediate connections involving this case, which brought him out to Kansas City instead of Jersey city.

“What’s your history with Quantico?”

Reid’s eyes are hard on Seraphina and although she was mainly a case file to him, he had a feeling that he was just about to learn that she was much more than that. She’s good, almost trained to not show emotion on her face but her shoulders are more tense now at the mention of the academy, than when she first stepped out onto the stoop.

“I think you already know.” Her voice is hoarse against the wind, exhausted, “What does that have to do with anything?”

The Chief Deputy blinks, “Are you kidding? Trying out for the FBI, that could have led you to great heights.”

“Yeah no thanks, being more screwed up isn’t the path I wanted.” Her voice is much stronger with this statement, “I quit after five weeks because I didn’t like the weight, the power, or the intent of guns. Still don’t. I fired it and had a whole panic attack in front of the class. I enrolled for forensic science not to kill or cause harm to anyone. That’s not me but that part, was mandatory.”

Reid hums as he takes in this perspective.

The man attempts to be genuine but it feels anything but that. Seraphina learned pretty quickly that people like this always have a motive but nonetheless she let him continue his play, “…I won’t ask you to kill or harm anyone but I will—am asking for your help.”

Ironically enough, this felt more like a demand.

“What exactly do you think I can help you with?” Seraphina frowns, tightening her crossed arms, “Shouldn’t you have a team that handles whatever you’re getting at?”

“You’re my best bet.”

“In what world?”

“Well mine of course,” he says with a crooked dimpled smile before hardening his stare and throwing this at her, “Do you know a Peter Sutherland?”

Seraphina keeps her mouth shut but she inhales.

“What about a Francisco Jenkins?” Reid fires off, “See…one of the most interesting things about you is, you like to stay clear from crimes—well for the most part—in the present but somehow your past will always have ties to it.”

Seraphina feels her nostrils flare.

It was clear he was trying to get underneath her skin but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“The only one that is the most clean is your current boyfriend, Manny Castillo. How long do you think that is going to last before you go back to what you know?” Reid quizzes but it felt more like he was taunting her.

Seraphina tightens her stare at the beady eyed man on the stoop with her, “I think this conversation is over.”

“I’d have to disagree,” Chief deputy responds as he moves with her, “I think it’s just part of your story and you have to see how it plays out.”

“Is being vastly vague and metaphoric your way of guilt tripping people?” Seraphina frowns in confusion before declaring, “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Sure, if you say so,” the man shrugs, “I believe we all know what’s wrong and what’s right. Yet there are always things in between that can cloud your judgement: you and Jenkins, then you and Torres.”

“What’re you saying?”

Reid spits it out, “You were once involved with Francisco Jenkins and he was murdered about a year ago.”

Seraphina chokes on her saliva then, grabbing at her throat and coughed to catch her breath, Reid offers to clutch at her shoulder but she smacks his hand away. Once she fights to gain her breathing back she wheezes, “Shit, not Cisco. There’s no way you think I had something to do with that? We were in the same class and we haven’t spoken in years.”

“You dated didn’t you?” Reid keeps on dumping, trying to get more out of her but he already knows that she’s clean but he’s her connect.

“What?” Seraphina snaps, “We went on a date once, that obviously didn’t go anywhere. He’s a—was a nice guy.”

“Because you’re too caught up on Torres, who you’ll do anything for.”

He’s not wrong!

“What does any of this have to do with the murder of Cisco?”

“Not much, really.” Reid eases off some, “He and Peter Sutherland remained good friends. Sutherland used to work for the White House but got into some trouble, yadda yadda. He’s now involved with some secret organization. Want to know what else I found interesting?”

Seraphina tilts her head to the side after learning information about people who were in her life for a mere second before turning into scrolling faces on a social media app, “I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.”

“When you were sixteen, you had a kleptomaniac habit that started to develop after your mother OD’d.” Reid says as if he’s delivering more detail in the personal life section from a Wikipedia page of Seraphina’s life, “Even hung out with some jewelry thieves but you didn’t have anything on you, let’s call it right time, wrong place it seems. Yet you were the only one out of the crew that had a well known fancy father, a superintendent that had the power to make anything go away.”

Seraphina feels her body run hot and her heart seems to go into over drive. The wheels are turning but she hopes the exhaustion internally and externally overshadows what she’s really feeling.

“You like to solve crimes, put the puzzles together in a lab. It’s no different than me and Torres’ world.” He reasons, “And since you’ll do anything for the people you love…like cover up a illegal relationship that Torres was involved in, get pills for your sober mother so she can cope with the thought of your declining father…or end up with some jewels of your own that somehow end up with a certain lawyer that’s collecting rent on your property, I think those are also things that can go away, if you assist on this case.”

Seraphina rests her elbows back against the railing now, trying to weigh out her options. The last two were not true but it was clear that Reid had a way of making things appear a certain way. It was obvious that he had the power to destroy everything that Seraphina worked so hard for but it had to be on his terms. Never in a million years would she sell Dante out, especially when she had no desire to have any ties with law enforcement, somehow she was still connected.

Mainly to the science of it but that can only get you so far.

“I’m going to leave you with some files that are in my car but they’ll go more into depth,” Reid is checking his phone as if he had someplace else to ruin, “Here’s a brief run down: a crew of thieves that go by the sanguine forsaken, TSF for short, have been using blood diamonds from Sierra Leone to fund not only weapons but to also smuggle into the states. And they’re making their way into Chicago.”

Seraphina shakes her head, “That goes beyond my pay.”

“You’ll be compensated when you comply.”

“It’s not just about pay…this is manipulation and not what I do. I used to work on crime scenes and bodies. Now I just analyze, research, and experiment.”

“You keep saying you like to play it safe but you’ve haven’t known that for a while, have you?” Reid probes making her break eye contact, “I’m not trying to be your enemy here, I just want you to know what you’re made of and it’s not a shell. I’ll get those files for you and we’ll be in touch.”

That was final and not a choice.

Seraphina takes a moment after slamming the front door shut behind her. The files burn against her fingertips as she holds them to her side. Her back is against the door, head raised high up towards the ceiling as she tries to mentally prepare herself for what she just got tossed into.

“Stupid question I know…but is everything okay sweetie?” It’s the voice of her mother to the left of her that brings Seraphina back down.

She turns to the woman, who stands fidgeting with her fingers, hoping that her words didn’t set off her child. Growing up, normally the two didn’t have the time to butt heads mainly since Mr. Coty had enough energy to provide that. There was a time where Seraphina was comfortable saying that she preferred and loved one parent over the other, as a child, you don’t understand what damage that does to the adult.

However it takes two.

Seraphina takes a moment to respond and even move but when she does, her gaze is focused on her mother’s hands. Those same hands that tucked her in many nights, those same hands that tended and provided tender care to her hair as she sat on a pillow on the floor, and once those same hands that guided her until she lost control and could no longer provide that.

When her dark eyes flick to meet her mother’s, there’s a small smile by her mom’s plump lips. She appears much fragile now over the years, Seraphina wouldn’t dare call her weak like her father often did because despite it all, she still knew how to love her parents. It’s almost like staring into a mirror, how she favors her mother much more now that she’s older when many used to tell her it was the opposite.

“You were just…out there for a while with that man.” She says, almost as if she’s stepping on eggshells.

Seraphina’s not in attack mode, although she feels that if she didn’t have a therapy session this morning via online, this moment maybe different. She’s gently shaking her head, reaching a finger to twirl the end of a faltering coil from her birth giver’s fro, giving it shape, before resting a hand on top of her mother’s shaky ones, “Everything’s fine mom, just work stuff unfortunately. You doing okay? Need me to grab anything for dinner?”

And just like that her troubles are tucked away at the sake of making sure things run the way that they should.

After a quick run out to the store, she grabs some essentials and last minute ingredients for her mom’s vegan dish, Seraphina finds that she can’t bring herself to put her car into drive just yet. She moved through the store almost on autopilot, grabbing mostly what she needed and a few things that she didn’t. Self-checkout normally was her best friend but since her mind was gone, she almost left her things at checkout even after a worker came to assist twice.

Letting her hands drop from the keys in the ignition, she pulls out her phone, fingers halting over a number that she said she would call later tonight instead of through constant texts, she chooses another number instead.

“Hello?” Which sounds more of like a, “y’ellow,” to be honest.

Seraphina clears her throat, “You still don’t know how to pronounce your H’s do you, Atwater?”

He scoffs, “There you go, already startin’ something on my line.”

A small smile appears on her lips as she sniffs, running a finger back and forth over her brows. There’s a heat that washes over her frame again, a wave of tears building in her throat, and she doesn’t have to say anything because the man on the other line can already sense something is wrong. Calling each other out of the blue like this was not the norm and although they were friends through a mutual person, they usually got to see each other through work related moments or random times around the city.

They didn’t even have a proper goodbye before Seraphina took off.

Kevin didn’t want to ask how she was because he already knew and assumed so he goes with this instead, “Tell me what’s on your mind, girl. I’m listening.”

So she does.

Seraphina hates that she’s troubling the man with this, even threw a few apologies in there but he didn’t want to hear any of that. She barely mentions her father but she didn’t need to as she says that this chief deputy had a weaseling way of getting what he wants at the worst time and that’s possibly something the IU should keep in mind. This Atwater could sense after learning about Kim’s promotion and how she felt about it but that didn’t stop Kevin from making note of Seraphina’s words.

“And you don’t want Voight in on this…or even Dante?” Kevin says Dante’s name, almost quietly, which makes Seraphina think he’s at the district.

Seraphina sighs, “We’re taking one step at a time to rebuild our relationship. I don’t need to bother him with this—

Kevin’s ready to argue against that, also aware that this woman right here could never be a bother to Dante Torres.

She doesn’t leave room for him to interrupt, “And the last thing I want is Voight getting in on this right now when it’s not really anything yet. I know it’ll eventually get to you guys anyway just based on what Reid said. I just feel like I needed to tell someone who would get it.”

“And if something goes south.” Kevin pointed out which makes Seraphina suck air through her teeth, “Which it won’t. I got you, alright? You called me, so you can trust me. And I guess I’ll have to take the heat if Torres is on my ass once he finds out.”

Seraphina is so sure, “He won’t.”

Kevin snickers at that, “Do I need to remind you of his birthday party back in June?”

Instantly she’s rolling her eyes at the way Dante acted but ultimately she knew it was because he cared. Getting involved would just lead to more scars that she didn’t need. He was right on that part. He had nothing but good intentions, they fought for each other and knew that they always would. However they were their own people and would always do what they felt was right whether the other liked it or not. Just look at Dante and his whole profession of working with and for the law! Seraphina made the decision to back off after it all got to be too much, she knew her limits yet somehow Dante felt like he had to keep facing his.

The woman knew that as soon as she was officially brought into this case, she would have to leave Kansas City and go back to Chicago. Whereas Kansas City felt like quicksand, gradually tugging at her toes the longer she stayed here, Chicago felt like she was being drowned again. The city she was born and raised in also felt as if she was being pulled under but she would go back if it meant she could help.

Again…there really wasn’t a choice here.

“Thanks for having my back, Kev.” Seraphina finally says after more talking.

He blows a raspberry and jokes, “Just be lucky that I like you.”

Seraphina laughs a little and it feels good to be able to.

There’s another voice that can be heard in the background.

A woman’s.

“Yo, Atwater. Get a look at this.”

Seraphina tilts her head to the side in question and decides to tease herself, “Uh oh, better get back to your work wife.”

She’s learned little of their newest team member, Kiana, just based off of what Dante’s mentioned over check-in’s. She’s never met Kiana or heard her speak but Seraphina pinpointed that Kevin must still be working and she already knows what Kim and Platt sound like.

“It ain’t even like that sis but hold on, check this out.”

Before Seraphina can get a, “what?” Out she’s met with the dial tone, which makes her roll her eyes at the man’s childish ways, although she feels a little at ease telling someone about what was on her plate.

When she gets back to her parents, it’s walls back up but she makes her presence known as she takes on a role moving around the home. Her father is only awake for maybe twenty-twenty-five minutes, to put little food and liquid’s down as much as he can stomach before it’s time again for his daily dose. And just like that the mother and daughter are watching his steady but shallow breathing as he rests in one of the rooms that now contains a hospital bed.

Mrs. Coty keeps busy, also tucking herself away in one of the many rooms of the older 1950’s home, picking up the bead painting hobby with neo-soul softly playing in the background upstairs, although Seraphina knows this hobby is to stop her mother’s hands from shaking so much, she leaves her to it, deciding to clean up the kitchen. This also keeps her busy, transferring the coconut rice bowl into containers and leaving them on the counter just in case someone wanted leftovers. Seraphina’s scrubbing at the dishes with such intensity that it would scratch anyone’s skin off if she kept the same motion to her body.

She’s using more than enough force that’s she panting, scrubbing at a scorched spot at the bottom of the pot, that she’s got a trinkle of sweat falling down the back of her neck. It isn’t until she picks up on the buzzing of her phone on the dining table that she stops her assault.

Immediately she thinks it’s Manny, not knowing what time it is and over the years it feels as if she lost the concept of it. When she gets to her phone, her hands are partially dried as she picks it up and placed the phone on speaker.

“Hi.” She greets, shaking her hands about, in hopes of drying them faster.

There’s shuffling on the other line, “Hey, Nina. Do you mind if I come see you?”

Resting her hands down on the table, she leans towards the phone, eyes shifting as she picks up on Dante’s tone. It’s normally gentle, slightly accented, comforting, and it’s still all of those things but there’s a hint of something else.

Fear?

“What’s wrong?” She asks, knowing that something is up but not because he wanted to see her again.

He hesitates at first but gives a little, “I’ll tell you when I get to you. Is it okay, though? That I stop by? If it’s too much, I won’t.”

Seraphina closes her eyes and shakes her head. She put up boundaries when she took her exit once before but they knew hiding from each other wasn’t the way to go either. There was too much history, too much love to just put everything to the side for good.

“I’ll send you the address.” Seraphina decides, “Drive safe.”

And she hears the acceleration of his car pick up before they bid their farewells. The hours drag on as Seraphina feels like she’s a ghost in a home that doesn’t belong to her but it holds two parts of her. Her parents are of course the first to go down completely for the night and she lets her mom know that Dante should be here around midnight or after.

Mrs. Coty only provides a smile as Seraphina is the one almost tucking her in for the night. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if she could take the spot where her father once lay but she simply placed a kiss to the woman’s forehead, closing their bedroom door with a soft click before going into her own night time routine, all while talking to Manny out in Philly.

He’s as lively as ever and things seem so well on the other side. He doesn’t apologize for his good nature and Seraphina appreciates that normalcy, he’s aware that she prefers to hear the good over the damper, to let her know that there’s still life out there to grab. Of course he isn’t insensitive, always checking in on how things are going and if she needed anything but she’s not the type of person that wants people to fuss over her. If Manny pushed then she tended to shut down but not without biting back. It was something he had to learn about her and navigate not through but with.

Butting heads for the first time was scary to witness on Manny’s part but he wasn’t going to back down by any means. He’s used to disagreements and duked them out in the professional world as well. He wasn’t ready to let go, not when he felt like this relationship was worth it, sure it was still fresh and a lot was going on her end but he was determined to stick beside Seraphina.

Seraphina expressed to her therapist, Dr. Tamsin, that she felt like their relationship wouldn’t last (since any other never did) and it would be her fault, she was prepared for it despite her therapist telling her that self-sabotage was also a weight that she needed to let go of in order to find true happiness.

Her eyes are closed but her mind won’t let her sleep and the ding from her phone makes her rise. It’s 12:48am when she reads the message, giving it a thumbs up not even a second later, she’s slipping her feet into some slippers and pushing off from the bed. Leaving the room that’s adjacent to the stairs that leads to the first floor where her father lay, she pauses in the hallway, along with her breathing as she listens to the consistent beeping of the monitor, before continuing to the left through the living room and towards the front door.

Seraphina doesn’t pause here, unlocking the door to meet Dante’s light green hue’s. The expressions on each other’s faces hold a mixture of emotions and it’s not long before Seraphina is the first to lift her arms. The buzzed haired man charges at her, wrapping her up in his embrace so quickly that her back hits the coat closet door behind her. She holds onto him, arms around the back of his neck, as Dante bunches up the back of her sweatshirt, pulling her as tight as he can to his frame.

She gets off her tippy toes, their arms rearranging so she hugging him around his waist, his arm goes across her shoulders, while her head rests against his chest and the weight of him finally brings her reassurance. It’s bittersweet really, how this is the one weight that her body will always welcome.

They’re back up in the room, she’s under the covers but Dante is lying on top of them with a blanket. They switch from staring up at the ceiling and one staring at the profile of each other’s face. They’re shoulder to shoulder, he’s examining her hand and her nails look much better than what he remembers but just the thought of what happened makes his insides burn deep.

“What’s got you so upset that you took a five hour plus drive to see me?” Seraphina whispers, her gaze slowly blinking up at the view of the bubbly ceiling.

Dante gives a long tired sigh but finds a way to let it out, “I went undercover at my old juvi center. It was tough because I thought I was over it but…I guess I’m not.”

That gets Seraphina to bring her dark eyes to his and his focus is back on her hand.

“Well…it’s not something you can just get over. Stuff like that is heavy and it takes time,” Seraphina tells him, “I didn’t get to see you often in there but of what little I did…I knew you weren’t okay.”

Dante is nodding, his touch is warm against her surprisingly cool hand, “I had to survive and I didn’t need you or mi ma worrying more than you two already were. I did things in there that I’m not proud of and I saw things…my roommate…experienced the same thing I saw in there today. I did nothing then to protect him but I made sure I did something now.”

Seraphina is still staring at him, Dante’s jaw is clenched with tension and she can’t help but to use her free hand to caress the bone. His eyes close at her touch and he exhales.

“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready,” her tone is hushed although her heartbeat should be loudest thing in the room, “But you also don’t have to carry it by yourself.”

Dante’s replies, “The same goes for you.”

Which makes her breathing hitch. Their eyes locked in and it’s filled with such an intensity it feels as if Seraphina’s heart might just burst. Did he know about Reid being here?

He says nothing more as he stares at her.

“I thought I buried everything as best as I could, try to forget it all as a way of moving forward but there’s a piece of me that can’t be fixed.” He admits, “I’m stuck between who I am, who I was, and who I’m supposed to be.”

This she could relate to in many ways.

They’ve been lost since their youth was ripped out of their hands but that didn’t mean they didn’t try.

At this point in life, there were times where it still didn’t feel fulfilling enough.

“That’s okay too you know? You’re the one who told me that I don’t have to have all the answers right now and life isn’t meant to be planned out all in one day.” She sends him a small smile, “There is no guideline. I know our childhood still hurts, I know but we’re not there anymore. We don’t have to be. You made it through what most people never could and that is something to be proud of.”

There’s a lump in Dante’s throat as he listens to his voice of reason. His best reason. His forehead goes to rest against her’s and he knows her words hold truth but there’s a darkness that wants to win and likes to slip out every now and then. Being in church didn’t help this time around and that was painful to acknowledge, especially since it provided the strength for Dante to get through juvi.

“I’ve been losing my mind without you,” He informs Seraphina, his eyes flicking open so that she sees that he means it, “Just so you know…I’m as proud of you as you are of me. Even when you dyed your hair hot pink when we were what? Sixteen?”

Seraphina groans, earning a laugh out of Dante, which is a good sign. “What is this? A walk down memory lane?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Dante braces himself as she lightly shoves him, “I said I was proud of you, for doing what you wanted and standing by it.”

“And pissing off my dad?”

Dante can’t help but to smirk, “That too.”

The short haired woman rolls her eyes, and moves to rest on her back. She remembers one of the times when she showed up to the detention center on her own, thoughts of smuggling a teen Dante his favorite drink and some ice but remembered how they confiscated momma Catalina bringing in a cupcake for his sixteenth birthday. Seraphina remembers touching his shoulder in greeting before she plopped down on the bench across from him.

“No fucking way,” Dante is all grins, the type of grin that meets his eyes, bringing out that signature dimple at the top of his cheek as they settle on Seraphina.

He wasn’t expecting her today and assumed it was another lawyer and already knew his ma had to work overtime. This was a pleasant surprise, seeing his best friend sitting across from him in the most vibrant shades of hot pink you can imagine.

The teen shakes her head back and forth, lightly curled hair bouncing with her as she did so, “I did it, Tay.”

She ignores the ring around his right eye because the smile on his face is much more joyous. The last time she was here he had a much different tone, hint: he was being an asshole that day so she wouldn’t say anything else that brought that side of him out. The dark haired curly haired boy looks around, resting his elbows on the table before reaching out to pinch at her hair, tugging on it lightly, which makes her scowl and slap his hand away.

“Stop that.”

He rubs his fingers together to see if any of the dye came off, “My bad. Had to make sure you’re not pranking me.”

“Who me?” She crosses her ankles over the other, straightening her posture before clasping her hands on the table, “Never.”

Dante gives her a blank stare, “Yeah, whatever. That’s a good look for you, Nina.”

“Thank you, baby.”

It slips out but Seraphina doesn’t dwell on it as she pulls out an envelope to slide over to Dante. Whose heart may or may not have skipped a beat at the term of endearment. “What?” She inquires, finally meeting his light eyes and taking her own off the ink that decorated his arm.

“N-nothing!” He quickly shakes his head although now Seraphina thinks he’s acting a little weird, “What’s this?”

“Open it and see, genius.”

“Shut up.”

She uses the tip of her finger to push the tip of her nose back and sticks her tongue out, making him mock her back before they fall into laughter. Dante makes quick work of opening the envelope, eyes peeking over at Seraphina who has a grin of her own on her lips.

Inside the folded up paper is aluminum foil.

Dante is confused as he holds it for her to see, “Um…?”

“It’s ice.” She snickers while Dante gives her a look of annoyance, “To put on your teeth.”

“Oh you’re so lame.” Dante can’t help but to snort out a laugh, surprised this was even allowed in but still appreciated the sentiment.

Despite the fact that Seraphina thinks it’s the most hilarious thing, just picturing Dante posing with the new grillz in his mouth. He’s ready for her to knock it off. To cut her laughter out, he reaches across the table to yank on her arm—not enough to hurt—pulling her towards the table so he can pluck at her hair, “Cut it, lava girl. You think you’re gonna help my street cred with this?”

“It’s a start.” She smiles at him from over the table.

He doesn’t argue with her even with the bullshit that’s going on in this place…because she’s so damn cute and he can’t help but to love her.

Their gaze is back on each other’s once again, forehead to forehead just breathing each other in. There’s a tension in this room again and the weight is tipping the longer they stay like this. So the only thing Dante can think of is to nuzzle his nose against Seraphina’s, not fighting hard against the urge of his actions. Her eyes are closed and her heart is drumming so fast as if Sheila E was the one with the sticks. She knows what’s about to happen before Dante even does it, just by the way they had a far off glint in their eyes at seperate memories that still brought them to this very moment.

Love.

His lips connect with her’s, his hand going to her cheek to keep her in place. The kiss is slow, tentative and challenging a boundary that was supposed to be in place but anything short of familiar. The seconds stretched on yet the kiss only deepened, Seraphina feels herself completely falling into his frame, her hand going to his wrist, her thigh tossed over his hip, inviting him on top of her.

There’s this unspoken understanding, a quiet moment of support that’s poured into this kiss. He tries to use his elbow to support his weight but Seraphina is open to take it all as his tongue slips into her mouth. Her hands are caressing his back, squeezing as their tongues do a dance that would be too much for PDA. A free hand goes to his buzzed hair, the hair prickling her fingers as their lips pull apart with a pop.

Their chests are heaving but Dante doesn’t stop there, his face burying into her neck to suck on the skin there. There were times like these when Seraphina was thankful that her mother was not a light sleeper. Her nails scrape at his back as he continues his assault on her neck and right now she doesn’t fight against this wrong.

“I love you,” she breathed out making Dante pull back to show her his pretty eyes that have significantly darkened.

It rolls off his tongue with ease as they’re nose to nose, his finger running over her full bottom lip, “I love you more than you know.”

She’s shaking her head now, “Not possible.”

His head tilts followed by a frown, “What?”

She lifts up some, nipping at his lip, “Show me.”

And his lips are back on Seraphina’s, erupting a moan that he echoes at this sensation and just the way she sounds. She shouldn’t threaten him with a good time.

They both exhale.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ꫂ ၴႅၴ

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

I’m combining all the info I have on my TFRB Monster High AU here.

I decided: Milo, Chickadee, and Quint Quarry are human.

Cody is a halfa like his siblings but is the only one of the 4 of them to look completely human.

Poll votes decided:

Monsters: Amy, Mrs. Neederlander, Madeline

Humans: Hayley, Taylor, Doc Greene, Huxley, Deputy Barney

Halfas: Evan & Myles, Priscilla, Frankie

Hybrid: Anna Baranova

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Frankie is half human (by dad genetics) and half franken (by mom genetics).

I personally like to think her torso, neck, and head are all rightfully attached like the average human, and her limbs are stitched!

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Baranova was going to be a hybrid of whatever two monster types she got the highest percent of in her last poll. Witch won the poll, so she is half witch. The second largest percentage was 15.8%, which is a tie between vampire and plant monster.

I’m just going to say she is half vampire then, because I’m almost certain vampire would win over plant monster if I made a poll for it.

Baranova is half witch, half vampire.

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Doctor Morocco is human, but the anti-aging chamber also makes him look like a monster.

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Woodrow is human/werewolf.

Charlie is human/werewolf and his late wife is human/witch.

Kade looks mainly werewolf. Dani looks evenly split. Graham looks mainly witch.

[hullemmfer]

Damage Control

Fandom: Alan Wake 2 Rating: Teen Characters: Ilmo Koskela, Jaakko Koskela, Deputy Thornton, Deputy Mulligan, the Cult of the Tree, Tammy Booker, Ed Booker, Charlie Koskela, Charlene Koskela, Saga Anderson, Alex Casey, Robert Nightingale, Steven Lin, Rose Marigold, Tor Anderson, Odin Anderson, Kiran Estevez, Alan Wake, Scratch Tags: Major Character Death, Canon-Divergent AU, Alternate POV of Canon Events Complete (Chapters 13/13) Series: Damaged Shadows

For thirteen years, the Cult of the Tree has been working to destroy the Taken coming from Cauldron Lake after the Torchbearers disbanded. But as another Deerfest approaches, a greater threat looms.

[direwombat]

tagged by @adelaidedrubman, @strafethesesinners, @voidika, @river-ward, and @euryalex to do this meiker!

this has gone around but throwing some tags out to @fourlittleseedlings, @jacobsneed, @trench-rot, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @strangefable, @purplehairsecretlair, @sukoshimikan, @cassietrn, @neverthesameneveranother, @g0dspeeed, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @aceghosts, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @confidentandgood and anyone else wanting to give this one a go!

sybille la roux (fc5) as a killer whale mermaid, and then again, probably a little bit cursed and stuck on a certain someone's ship

paola orsini (uncharted) pissed off at some pirates who've been destroying underwater ruins in search of treasure | henrietta graves (rdr2) after having a quick snack while chilling out in bluewater marsh

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @euryalex @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @trench-rot 🤍 | Tagging @poisonedtruth @adelaidedrubman @shegetsburned @g0dspeeed @nightbloodraelle @nightwingshero @madparadoxum @aceghosts @jacobsneed @jinfromyarikawa @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @purplehairsecretlair @detectivelokis @vampireninjabunnies-blog @strangefable @strafethesesinners @sstewyhosseini and anyone with something to share <3

I present you another snippet from Chapter 8 where we finally get to meet some new OCs that are set on catching John and becoming heroes. Enter Charlie "The Menace" Morgan...

The Spread Eagle was empty when Calahan entered, his day had started at 5 am with a couple of Peggies stumbling across his camp and ruining his chance at getting some rest. "You've been marked, Sinner! John is coming to get ya-", was the last thing their leader had said before Hartley sent him to meet his beloved maker. And since then, his day was going just peachy. He needed a drink, or more like five. No rest for the wicked. Or do I say the "Sinner"? "Rookie, the usual?", Mary May shot him a smile from behind the bar. "Why is it so quiet, gorgeous?" Seeing a friendly face was already brightening his mood. "Take a guess." "What do I win if I guess right?", his wink made Mary May roll her eyes. Her reaction caused him to think of Sabrina and how she never took his charm too seriously either. Where the fuck are you, Gray? Who has you? He couldn't go 5 minutes without thinking about all the people close to him that the Seeds had captured few days back. It made him restless, angry, ready to lash out on any Peggie that crossed his path. "First drink's on me." Calahan gave her his best "I'm so lost in deep thought" face, the same one he used anytime Whitehorse lectured him on how he should be behaving as a Deputy. "I'd say-"

The sound of the bell cut him off as the doors to the bar opened and three Resistance members walked in, involved in what seemed like a very heated discussion. "Mary May, drinks, darlin', we bear good news!", the oldest of the trio chimed in. The voice belonged to Charlie Morgan, a man in his late 30s, with short dark hair and beard, shifty pale eyes and neck tattoos. "Rookie! Just the man we need!", he shouted before slapping Calahan on the back with unnecessary force. Hartley was already over the interaction, dreading whatever he and his buddies had come up with. Back in the days before the Reaping he wouldn't have been caught dead interacting with Charlie, but as Dutch had said they needed any assistance they could get. He only wished the helping hand in question was better at their tasks and didn't spend half the day drinking at The Spread Eagle, calling it "work for the cause". The sooner I get Hudson out and track Gray down, the quicker we'd make actual progress and rescue the others. "What is it now, Charlie?" "Deputy, we have him!", it wasn't Morgan that responded but a teen that couldn't have been older than 17, an unfamiliar face to Hartley. "Have who? And you are?" "Justin Harker. My ma and I moved in here few months back, may she rest in peace.", he offered his hand to Hartley, which he shook, then added in a whisper, "We've got intel on John Seed!" Charlie sat down in the chair next to Calahan's, downing the glass Mary May had produced in front of him. "Bastard's running a leaky operation, Rookie. Heard from a source he's left that bunker of his on his own. But it gets better… in less than an hour he will be headed to his ranch." Hartley shook his head, "Sounds too good to be true, Morgan. You sure you didn't dream that up?" "Deputy, it's true. We're going there, thought to stop to ask you to joins us for the ambush.", Harker couldn't contain his excitement. "We're capturing that bastard and making him suffer today.", Charlie let out a maniacal laughter at which Mary May slapped her palm on the bar, giving him a pointed look. "Keep it down. I'm running a business here. First and last warning, and you're gonna be making your own booze in your toilet." "Sorry, darlin'." The third guy remained silent, Hartley knew his face but for the life of him couldn't remember his name. "So you coming, or not, Rookie?" Calahan sighed, his head was already throbbing enough, and Morgan's presence wasn't helping. "No, I'm exhausted. I doubt this is going to pan out, boys. No offense, but you're miles away from being a capture party. Best case scenario, some Peggie is fucking with you and sending you on a wild goose chase… Worst, well… you'd be captured and meet John face to face, but in his bunker." "Rookie, are you afraid?", Charlie chuckled. "You heard anything from what I just said, you asshole?" "Now, now, let's all calm down.", third guy broke his silence, waving his arms around. "We're going, Rookie. And you can sit on your ass and be afraid all you want. I'm catching that bastard that carved my chest and carving his face as payback today. Let see then how well his broadcasts perform after I'm done with him."

Charlie downed his second drink and stormed out without a look back, followed by Mr. "Calm". Hartley grabbed Harker's arm as he went to leave, too. "Kid, if you know what's best for you, don't go anywhere with Charlie Morgan." The teen shook his head, "It's fine, Deputy, I made a promise at my ma's grave, I plan on honoring it." "You know which channel to call if you get anything?" "Yes, Deputy. I will be sure to keep you posted." With that he left, heading outside to join the others. "God, I hate Charlie.", Mary May groaned. "Then why serve him, gorgeous?" "Can't be picky in these times, now can I? As long as he pays… but I'm getting close to banning him indefinitely." Calahan rested his head on the bar. "You really not going to go with them?", Mary May nodded towards the now closed door, "There's still time." "Nah. I'm good. Don't believe John Seed would just offer himself on a silver platter like that." "Well, in that case, why don't you head upstairs, catch some sleep on the couch? Didn't plan to say it, but you look like shit.", Mary May smiled. "Don't I know it. Sleep avoids me like an ex-girlfriend these days." "You still worried about Sabrina?" "No news, absolutely nothing. It's bizarre." "I'm sure something will turn up." "Thanks, gorgeous." Hartley took a final sip of his drink and climbed upstairs, ready to get some needed rest before he'd have to head back out.

John drove in silence, his eyes glued to the road while he felt like he was on autopilot as the last few hours replayed in his mind. His emotions were all over the place: from how the morning started with yet another close encounter with Sabrina through the decision to take her to the ranch to holding her lingerie in his hand as he imagined peeling it off her body. Bad idea. He had no clue what had possessed him to do it and she seemed just as shocked. He needed to put as much distance between them as soon as possible, if he was to come back to his old self and focus on his tasks. Then there was Savannah and her genuine excitement at his presence and their "trip". He knew he had made the right decision the second she told him she's not afraid of him even if he's a "Peggie". He didn't want to imagine those big green eyes fill with fear at the sight of him. Ever. "You doing okay there, Seed?", Sabrina whispered after a while, amusement seeping into her tone. John nodded, gripping the steering wheel, "Just thinking, going over my schedule." A complete lie… but he doubted she'd appreciate the truth, especially spoken out loud in front of her sister. He took his eyes off the road for a second to sneak a look at Sabrina just in time to see her faint smile vanish completely off her face. Her hand shot out to his knee, his name coming out in a panicked whisper, making him look back ahead. The road they were on wasn't empty as it was before, instead a car and an armed man stood blocking their path as the truck came to an abrupt stop. John looked in the rearview mirror, contemplating driving back the way they came from but two more men had popped out from hiding, headed for the truck with determination. The Resistance.

"Who are these people? Are they Peggies? They don't look like it.", Savannah spoke up, her face twisted in confusion. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, pumpkin.", Sabrina responded just as one of the Sinners shouted, his voice carrying through their open windows, "Out, Seed, don't think of doing anything funny. There's no need for anyone else to get hurt." "John-" "Rin-Rin, what's happening?", panic was taking over Savannah's voice. One of the men was by the driver's door then, rifle trained, ready to haul John out of the truck by force. "It's okay, Savi." He leaned in, wondering if he's smelling Sabrina's scent for the last time as he whispered in her ear, "There's a gun in the glovebox, the Bliss bullets are non-lethal but they will slow them down, do what you must to protect Savannah." Then he turned to the Sinner, calling out, "I'm coming out. There's a child in the car." "John, this is a bad idea." He knew as much, but the alternative presented just as much danger. "It's not my time yet, Deputy. Don't worry." He opened the door, climbing out with one last look at Sabrina, knowing chances were she'd drive away now that the road behind them was clear and leave him to face Judgement at the hands of the Resistance. She owed him nothing, especially not when her sister was in danger. "Walk, Seed.", the Sinner gritted out, his rifle poking John in the back, urging him on. As they neared the lone gunman, he raised his hands, "I'm unarmed, let the others go." He wasn't exactly unarmed, he still had Sabrina's knife, though using it would be a gamble with his own life. "You're not in charge here, you bastard.", came out the familiar voice of Charlie Morgan, his dead gray eyes narrowed with a look of hatred, hinting at his intentions. That very man had his turn sitting in John's chair not that long ago, screaming about revenge while John carved "Gluttony" into the Sinner's chest. From the corner of his eye he could see the youngest of the group speak into a walkie, probably calling in reinforcements. Captured. Me?

John wanted to laugh at the irony, but thoughts of Sabrina and Savannah clouded his mind. "You haven't learned anything from your Confession, have you, Charlie?" It was the wrong thing to say, making Morgan's face twist up in rage, gaze shifting to the truck behind them, "Maybe I should go drag out that lady of yours, march her over here, see how mouthy you are then, you bastard." John tried to keep himself in check, but something must have flashed across his face, urging Charlie to keep pushing. "Yeah, I'd start with carving into her. Make you watch. Then comes your turn. How does that sound?" He turned to the older Resistance member, "Bring her here, Blake." "You have to love them, Brother.", Joseph's voice did little to calm the anger bubbling up inside. The thought of Morgan putting his slimy paws on Sabrina made John see red. Before he can even attempt to silence the urge for violence, his hand had taken out her knife from the back of his jeans and in one brisk motion plunged it into the neck of the Sinner that had led him there. Before Charlie could react he was on top of him next. The whole time the youngest Sinner stood frozen in shock. His pistol shook in his hand at the sight of one of his comrades lying dead on the concrete, blood pooling beneath him and the other was close to follow in his footsteps, too. "Charlie, this isn't what we planned…Hurting others…Blake's dead.", the teen mumbled, voice small. John ignored his panicked ramblings, keeping his attention fully on Charlie, his smile dark as he said, "Yes, you haven't learned anything, Charlie." Morgan was nowhere close to giving up, his fury fueled his struggle and eventually allowed him to overpower John. He was set on grabbing the knife as he came on top with a maniacal look on his face. "You carved my chest, now it's time to carve that pretty face of yours, you bastard. See how Joseph likes you then."

"Is John going to be okay?", Savannah's eyes were brimming with tears. Sabrina's gaze shifted from the scene in front of them back to her sister as the armed man led John away. She rolled the windows up, afraid what might carry through them. "Hey, look at me, everything is going to be okay.", she reached her hand out to Savannah, "Don't look ahead, okay?" "Okay." Two paths were presented to her again: to drive off or help John. Her brain screamed at her to be rational, that Savannah was the only priority, that she should crawl over the console and into the driver seat, turn the truck around and leave. Her conscience argued he's in danger because of her: because he took her out of that bunker in the first place and he was breaking a rule by taking her to his home to protect her sister. And her heart… it reminded her he's the man from her visions. That she would be abandoning him to die, never to see him again. Acting or not. I can't leave him. Her father was not one for inaction, it's what led to his death and he passed that dangerous drive down to his daughter. She knew what he would do. Her mind was made up the second she saw John take down one of the men. You're going to get yourself killed, Seed. In a blink, she was reaching into the glovebox, pulling out the gun, absorbing the familiar feeling as she gripped it and released the safety before she turned to Savannah. "Keep your head down, whatever happens, you don't look. Lock the doors behind me, Sav." "John-" "I'm going to get him." She kissed her sister's forehead, rushing out of the truck, her eyes zeroing in on John and another man locked in a struggle on the ground, fighting over a knife. Above them stood a teenager, face frozen in shock, as he pointed the gun at the two men, unsure what to do, if he should shoot. "Charlie, stop it! We agreed we're taking him in alive! We had a plan!" Charlie? She knew that name, many times she and Hudson had to escort him out of the Spread Eagle after he had decided to sleep there after a full day of drinking. Then suddenly one day he had disappeared, taken in by John's men only to reemerge with a dark look that refused to leave his eyes, constantly talking about getting revenge on the Project. In that moment he was set on killing John, screaming about carving into his face as payback. Seems like your own sins are catching up with you, Seed. Did you have him in that room, too?

The teen's gaze shifted from the ground up to Sabrina as she drew in closer, he raised his pistol in panic, pulling the trigger but his hand was shaking so badly he missed, grazing Sabrina's arm instead. She ignored the sting, hitting her target in a spot at his shoulder that was less likely to be leathal, the tricky shot incapacitated him, but whatever was in the "bullet" took him down in seconds, to the point she was worried she had killed him somehow. A brief moment was all it took for Charlie to get distracted when his friend's body hit the ground, giving John the chance to strike and sink the knife into his neck in one swift move. "A chance at Eden, Charlie. And you threw it away.", came as a mutter. He rolled the man's body off him as Sabrina reached her free hand out to pull him up. "Sabrina.", he lay still for a second, his blue eyes staring into hers, betraying his bewilderment at her assistance. "You expected me to leave?" John nodded, as he grabbed her outstretched arm, his own hands were bloody, getting hers covered too. He got up, smoothing the strands of hair that had gone out of place during the scuffle. "You should have left. Your sister-" "She's okay. I told her to lock the doors. I don't leave people behind, John." "Even me?" "Even you." "And yet, that boyfriend of yours left you behind. Ironic." "Boyfriend?", Sabrina's eyes narrowed in confusion. "That blond Deputy.", the resentment was clear in his tone and the mask slipped for a second as his features morphed into a dark frown. She didn't correct his assumption when she said, "Calahan. And he didn't leave me, I told him to go." "You sacrificed yourself so he gets away. You must love him then." Fishing for information now, are we? "I simply didn't want to risk his life too. I can take care of myself." "That I've seen. You're quite resourceful.", John wipped her knife off his jeans, "Your little gift saved my life, Deputy." Gift. Ha.

""A knife in your boot can save your life one day.", it's what my father used to say." And Scott Donovan was right, her own knife had helped John. "Smart man." Sabrina gave him a sad smile as she kneeled down, checking on the teen at her feet, "He was. A truly good man." Barely lucid, but still breathing. Good. "We have to go, Deputy. I'm pretty certain this one called in reinforcements." She nodded in response and when John made a move towards the teen, knife still clutched in his hand, she put herself between them, adding, "If you're planning on killing him, too��� I won't let you. He's a kid, couldn't even hold his weapon steady. Enough lives were lost today, John, and it's barely noon." "Fine, Deputy." After moving the bodies off the path, they headed back to the truck, as he asked, "What do we tell Savannah?" We. That's progress. Sabrina took a deep breath, "I- for once I'm not sure, I need a minute." His hand was on the small of her back, offering silent support as they reached the passenger's side door. To Sabrina's relief her sister had followed her instructions: she was curled into herself, her auburn hair barely peeking out between the seats. She looked up cautiously when Sabrina knocked on the glass. "We're okay, pumpkin. You can open up." Savannah climbed over the console, rolling down the window, "Are the bad men gone?" Gone. Both literally and figuratively. "Yes, Sav. Pass me your water bottle, will you?" Sabrina and John quickly washed off whatever they could from the blood before climbing back into the truck. Soon they were back on the road with the men's bodies not visible in the rearview mirror anymore as Savannah's face poked inbetween the front seats, her green eyes focusing on John then on her sister. "You're both okay, right?" "Yes", came out in unison, making her laugh out loud. John looked at Sabrina before shifting his gaze back onward, his lips curling into a triumphant smile, "Deputy, you just said "Yes"." "No, I didn't.", she deadpanned. Savannah giggled, "Yes, you did, Rin-Rin." John tilted his head in her sister's direction, "See, Savi here says I'm right." "You're unbeliavable." "So you keep telling me.", and he had the audacity to wink. He just killed two people and is smiling like nothing has happened. Sabrina rested her head against the window, ignoring the pain in her forearm and trying to keep her emotions in check while Savannah and him chatted away, filling the time until they reach their destination.

[noizeivann]

[celestemiddletonakadarkcharlie]

[derelictheretic]

💭 + one or more of your FC5 babes about Charlie?

I went with Heather for the dramatics, nothing says meet cute like a good ole B&E <3

Heather hadn't planned for this turn of events, how was she supposed to know John would have somehow managed to convince someone to marry him? Especially someone as gorgeous as the woman standing in front of her with a very unsettled and distrustful stare. An understandable reaction to finding someone breaking into your husbands office, and your home, even if Heather had fully thought it was empty. She put on her best smile and straightened up, closing the drawer to John's desk in a smooth motion.

"Forgive me I wasn't aware you— Well that doesn't matter, I just came to get some paperwork for Joseph." A lie, naturally, she was snooping for a weakness and any openings. This new development made this all a bit trickier, the mess of a situation getting more tangled by the second. Charlie shoots her a look, she wasn't buying it.

Beautiful and perceptive, just her luck.

"Okay, I was supposed to be collecting a deed to a farm today but if I'm being completely honest I was not listening to a word that man said and I thought John would have a list somewhere," Heather tries again, something more believable. She can tell the other woman isn't being fooled but she seems to want Heather gone as soon as possible so she walks around the desk and opens a different drawer sharply.

Her proximity gives way to a waft of sweet smelling shampoo, and up close Heather notes the freckles along the bridge of her nose. Curiosity bubbles away in Heather and she can't help but want to know her story, she didn't seem the religious cult type. But looks were often misleading and she could see there was something deeper hiding in those eyes.

"I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name."

And a lil Dean one for funsies !! Charlie could trick him into the cult faster than John could this is fact.

She sure was a sight for sore eyes, that Charlie Berger, with a dazzling smile and pale green eyes that left many weak at the knees. Dean had only seen her once or twice, right now being the third chance encounter, and he could definitely understand all the buzz around her.

Though a lot of that buzz surrounded her relationship with the man beside her, tattooed arm securely wrapped around her waist and holding her close. They were quite a vision together, a power couple to say the least. One his coworkers had warned him about on multiple occasions.

"John's bad but watch out for Charlie, she looks sweet but anyone crazy enough to marry into that family ain't right in the head."

"She's just as dangerous as the rest of that family, steer clear of her Rookie."

He didn't quite get it, especially as those green eyes and smile directed themselves at him. It left a pleasant warmth within his chest, the small polite wave reciprocated and leaving him a bit dazed. She really didn't seem all that bad to him, he was sure there had to be some kind of misunderstanding going on. He wondered if they'd actually talked to her, because from what he could overhear that honeyed voice didn't have even a hint of bad intent.

[bunnybabeceleste]

"Not for a minute can not be left ... Not only have they all killed the beds, so now they have moved on to the tables?!'

byHoneyHunterHair

[tcwnofdcrkness]

I’ll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knives.

Rules||Open Starters||Memes||Verse List

The Bennets

The Wests

The Levins and Dr. Kim

[meridawinchester]

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

[golddust-if]

you're a wanted person. that isn't new to you, but after years of working, someone. no. something is after you.

you were taught by the best, your mother, she was an amazing woman but she was too trusting and in the end, that was her downfall. you won't make that mistake. you're a killer, but a righteous one. you kill those who deserve it, the disposable.

with your abnormal abilities, of which only twenty-five percent of the population is gifted with. you can succeed in what she was never able to do, rid the world of sinners.

you work for the slaughterhouse, a bar... with a dark side; in a rowdy part of the city. your mother was the owner but she didn't pass it down to you, she passed it your younger twin siblings. she believed you were far too talented to sit behind a desk, dealing with paperwork.

you've traveled all over the world, exterminating. you've claimed plenty of people, but perhaps this time you went after the wrong one. having no other choice you flee back home, but you aren't safe there either, you never are.

play with a customizable mc [gender (male or female), physical appearance, personality, sexuality]

protect those you care about or turn your back on them when they need you.

romance, befriend, or make enemies between any of the sixteen characters. four gender selectable, six male, and six female.

decide what supernatural ability you were gifted with; telepathy, telekinesis, or teleportation [figure out how to develop it and what other ability you have]

define your mc's signature weapon, fighting style and overall skillset; how you feel about killing, and the supernatural abilities you were gifted with.

this story is rated 18+ for sexual themes, substance (drug and alcohol) use, explicit language, and violence. [more themes might be added later]

the tattoo artist [male or female] [ro] wren price – partner in crime. they've been by your side since you can remember. always with a bright smile and cheeky remarks, you can't think about how your life would look without them. though they act differently with others, more serious, with a glint in their eyes you can't quite figure out. they never look at you like that.

the bodyguard [male] [ro] theodore price – the older brother of your best friend. there's no doubt in your mind that they're related. he's protective over you, although you can't hold that against him as that's what he does for a living. protect people. he's hard to get to know on a deeper level and you can't help but wonder what's going on in his mind.

the detective [female] [ro] rori hayes – now, if you weren't yourself, perhaps you could have been friends with her. but unfortunately for you... she's extremely suspicious of you and set to bring you to justice. she's recently been promoted and she cannot afford to fail, not when her family is counting on her.

the chief deputy sheriff [male] [ro] charles butler – good ole charlie, you're acquainted with each other. he can't say he isn't a little impressed with you. but you're endangering the citizens of his city and that includes his little girl. he may not have any evidence on you but you need to be brought down, and he's going to be the one that books you.

the model [male] [ro] julien ripley – son of the sheriff. he always looks uncomfortable with his own father. he’s never talked to you before and you’re almost positive he has no opinion on you. he’s a very well known face, although you can tell he doesn’t like being stared at and overall talking to anyone. *male mcs only

the journalist [female] [ro] sloane campbell – she's fast alright and always seems to know your moves. too bad she isn't on your side. always trying to announce to the world, where you are and what you're planning to do next. good thing she's overlooked at her job, consistently being handed stories that, even you know, aren't going anywhere.

the bartender [male or female] [ro] hale/hart vaughn – a family friend, and your sister's best friend. with their tantalizing words, they don't know the meaning of being serious. they are quite insufferable and you can't seem to be able to get rid of them. you have a feeling if you did, your own sister would come after you.

the florist [female] [ro] paris graham– at first glance she doesn't appear to be anything special, but that would be wrong. she's a firework waiting to explode and you want to be there when it happens. her work doesn't suit her but you have a feeling, that being a florist isn't all that she does. *female mcs only

the apartment owner [male] [ro] nolan adams – he knows about you and what you do, but he doesn’t give off the feeling of someone who’d go running to tell. you’ve always come back to lay low at his apartment complex when you need to and as long as you pay on time he doesn’t care what you do. 

the actor [female] [ro] ophelia wylie – a face from your past, one you can’t say you particularly enjoy facing again. she seems remorseful for what she did to you, in fact she looks like a completely different person and she’s offering to help you, but for what in exchange… after all, no one gives anything for free.

the crime lord [male] [ro] louis foster – of course you’ve heard of lou, you’d be an idiot if you didn’t. he's tried and failed to recruit you and he never fails. you’ve been warned before, it would be a mistake to make an enemy out of a king.

the informant [male] [ro] vincent sutton – it’s rare to ever see him out, only ever seen accompanying lou. if you had the ability to feel fear, you’d fear him. he shows every sign of being against you, but then again, it seems as if he does that to everyone around him as well. 

the chef [male or female] [ro] mateo/melanie olsen – you see them quite often, as their restaurant is one of your favorites. they always serve you with a smile and if they do know you, they play oblivious. they're just happy to have a customer who enjoys their food.

the doctor [female] [ro] eileen yates – serene and calming, a voice who always knows exactly what to say. she may look innocent but she’s far from it, you’ve known her for years yet you don’t truly know her, for all you know eileen may not even be her name. 

the accountant [female] [ro] felix price – the youngest of the price siblings, she helps out with all the money coming into and out of the slaughterhouse. she’s always been compassionate and reasonable. you can't imagine her hurting a fly.

the rival bar owner [male or female] [ro] kinslee dean – they own a bar just a couple streets down from yours. it’s always been a problem and they’re actively trying to shut down the slaughterhouse. but they’re surprisingly level-headed and want to 'handle' this problem with logic.

the owner of the slaughterhouse [male] archer – your younger brother, he’s honestly kind of a mess. he was not ready for this responsibility but he’s trying. the mischievous boy you grew up with, you don’t know where he is anymore.

the owner of the slaughterhouse [female] iris – your younger sister, she’s always been loud and bold. but she’s changed too, she’s calm and collected. she’s trying her best to help her brother along too.

the sheriff [male] lazlo ripley – a pompous man with nothing else to do but terrorize those he thinks are inferior to him. 

DEMO [Coming Soon]

warning: this story is still under development, all elements are subject to change!!

[direwombat]

what supernatural creature are you(r ocs)?

tagged by @detectivelokis and @inafieldofdaisies to do this uquiz!

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KITSUNE. You are a Kitsune! Magical, immortal, and absolutely adorable, a Kitsune is a legendary fox, originated in Japan, but inspired by Chinese folktales. Kitsunes are incredibly wise, but can be incredibly dangerous as well. They specialize in the art of illusion and imagination, and can be considered very creative, stunning creatures. I mean, who doesn't love foxes?

VAMPIRE. You are a vampire! Vampires are undead creatures that feed on the vital essence of the living. Since they can't really consume humane foods, they survive by feeding on the blood of human beings instead. Besides this, vampires are mysterious, elegant, intimidating creatures. They are usually quiet, concealed, and choose to isolate themselves when stranded with large groups of people... and like so, they enjoy staying indoors instead of exploring the outside world. However, as gloomy as they seem, vampires are loyal creatures that will do whatever it takes to protect those they love from either themselves or other supernatural creatures.

SUCCUBUS. You are a succubus! Smart, sexy, and potentially deadly. The cunning Succubus is a creature you don't want to joke around with. They are seductresses who simply enjoy toying with their peers... and are powerful, clever creatures full of beauty, charm, and confidence. They won't ever let anybody or anything get in their way. However, as good as that may seem... always remember to be careful around them. Here's a tip: don't make them angry.

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Deanmon/DarkCharlie beautiful art by Kaleymiss on deviantart