#i am dirty and disgusting and useless

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LIAR ⤿ c. sainz 55

→ ( in which. . . ) you and carlos have been dating for three years. carlos started to grow distant. after charles shows you a picture of his infidelity, you catch him in the act after a day at work.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written

→ ( pairing. . . ) cheater!carlos sainz x longtime!girlfriend!reader

→ (content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) mentions of sex, language, yelling, cheating, alcohol consumption, angst

→ ( author's note. . . ) this was my first time writing angst/cheating. it was fun experimenting with this type of writing. i hope you enjoy! see end for more.

→ ( masterlist )

"you fucking liar!" echoed through the otherwise quiet apartment. hurried footsteps sounded from the hallway, another pair following the first close behind. was this what everything came to? walking out on your supposed soulmate after years together? how did you get here? and what did you do to deserve this?

one week prior ↴

you had noticed the distance growing. carlos was becoming closed off and almost secretive. he didn't confide in you as much as he used to. you didn't think twice about it and assumed it was something to do with work. ferrari had been going through a rough patch, both him and charles struggling to start or finish a race for the past three weeks.

you understood how stressful being a driver was. you had been around formula 1 for a while now, because of him. you and carlos met when he drove for redbull, in 2015. the two of you started dating shortly after in 2017.

you were always there for him, through thick and thin. through the blood, sweat, and tears. after every win, podium, loss, dnf, dns, etc. you understood how hard it was for him to perform well but not get the results wanted.

so, when you received a picture of carlos with another woman, a blond, on his lap, hands on his shoulders and lips touching, you were livid. charles had sent it to you, with a simple caption that read "i am sorry." it was the after-party of a not-so-successful qatar grand prix.

rage, confusion, sadness, and disgust coursed through your veins. the thought of him finding comfort in a woman who wasn't you made you sick. your hands shook, eyes blurred, and breath quickened.

you could not believe that carlos would ever cheat, especially on you. you had given him everything. love, attention, comfort, and compassion. and this is what he gave you in return? you had sacrificed so much to make him happy. you felt useless. had you thrown away six years of your life just to get cheated on? did he feel guilty? did he regret his choice to kiss a random girl? thoughts sped through your mind.

what did you do until he got home? your apartment no longer felt like a home. it felt gross and unnatural to be in there. to think that the person you shared it with was sharing a different room across the world. did he share your bed with someone else as well? the pictures of the two of you that hung on the wall seemed to mock you.

every passing minute became more and more painful. could you act like everything was fine when he eventually did get home? or would you lose it immediately the second he walked in through the front door?

unfortunately, you knew that only time would tell.

present day ↴

today was the day that carlos got home. you were at work, trying to distract yourself from the inevitable conflict about to occur. you reached the front door of your shared apartment. shaking hands held the key and you placed it in the lock and turned it. pushing open the door, the apartment was quiet, suspiciously quiet.

you noticed that the kitchen was a mess. plates and cooking utensils were in the sink, dirty and waiting to be washed. two wine glasses left discarded on the quartz bar. a bottle of red cabernet left opened and almost empty. one of the glasses had lipstick stains littered around the rim.

your heartbeat quickened. adrenaline began to pump through your body. you quickly toed off your shoes, and your feet ached after a long day. you also discarded your purse and jacket, making your way to your and carlos' bedroom.

as you got closer, you heard moaning. your heart dropped to your stomach. you opened the door as soon as you reached it. low and behold, it was carlos and the same blond from the picture that charles sent you. the blond was on top of carlos, head back and mouth open in euphoria. carlos had the same expression as her on his face.

tears immediately welled in your eyes and quickly fell. you felt defeated. it was one thing to see a picture of your boyfriend kissing another girl, but to catch him with that same girl in the bed that you shared, in the same bed that he fucked you in, was different.

finally, carlos opened his eyes and noticed you in the doorway. his hands found the blond's hips to stop her from moving. his eyes widened with guilt and surprise; mouth wide open in shock.

"y-y/n?!" he shouted. the blond turned to look at you and god, she was pretty. you partially understood why he did it. she covered herself with one of the loose sheets and unstrattled carlos, allowing him to get up.

"y/n, i can explain-" he starts.

"explain what, carlos?!" you shout, cutting him off. "how on earth can you explain me walking in on you fucking another girl in our bed?!"

"it was a simple mistake, mi amor, that's all." he tried to reason, smiling meekly. the nickname that once held so much love now held nothing. the name that made butterflies flutter in your stomach now made them sink.

"you fucking liar!" you screamed. "this was on purpose!" it echoed through the now quiet apartment. you turned your back on the pair and walked away. your hurried footsteps sounded from the hallway, carlos' pair following yours closely behind.

"y/n, stop!" he yelled, grabbing your wrist and turning you around to face him.

"do not fucking touch me!" you say, yanking your wrist from his grip. the complete and utter audacity he had to try to attempt to explain why he cheated. "was i not enough for you? did i do something wrong? did i not fuck you the right way? did i not get you off fast enough? huh, carlos? what made you decide to throw away six years together huh? six fucking years!"

carlos stares at you, his brown eyes that you thought were breathtaking were now filling you with disdain. "tell me carlos!"

"i-i don't know why," he stutters, turning his gaze to the floor, taking a sudden interest in the hardwood paneling. "you were enough, you still are enough. please y/n, we can move past this. i was drunk and stupid, my judgement was clouded." he tries to reason, reaching to grab both of your hands.

"no, stop it. no amount of time can get me to forgive you for this. i will never forgive you, carlos." you said his name with such disgust that he flinched. "charles showed me a picture of you kissing her in qatar in a bar during an after-party. i have known for a week. but to think that you would take her into our home and fuck her?"

"wait, wait, wait. charles texted you?" carlos questioned. there was anger present in his voice. "why the fuck did he text you?" it seemed that he was upset at the fact that charles told you he cheated.

i scoff, crossing my arms. "unbelievable, you are unbelievable. you cheated on me and you are caught up on the fact that your teammate texted me proof? how much of an egotistical cunt do you have to be?"

"me? i'm the unbelievable one? you're the one walking out on me because of a stupid, drunken mistake." he says nonchalantly, glossing over the insult. it's almost like he didn't care that your relationship was ending.

"fuck you, carlos. i am done. we are done. do not call me, do not try to find me to convince me to come back to you." the tears were flowing vigorously down your cheeks. you knew your makeup was running, but you didn't care. "i am fucking done. thanks for nothing. i hope have fun fucking that slut and that you are happy with the choice you made." you finish, walking away through the home that once brought you so much joy to be in.

you gathered your things. purse, shoes, phone, coat, and keys. you would get everything else later. you opened the door and then slammed it once stepping outside. it was then when every emotion hit you at once. violent sobs wracked your body making you shake. you slid down the door hugging yourself. you could not believe it. you don't know if you ever would.

after eventually calming down, you decide to call the one person who made you aware of this whole situation. you clicked on his contact's name and then the call button. you placed your phone on your ear to hear two rings before he picked up.

"hello? y/n? why are you calling." asked the voice.

"charles," you pause. the question of 'was this a good idea?' ran through your head. but, at this point you didn't care. carlos and what he thought was the least of your worries. "i need you to pick me up."

low key happy with this one, wrote it last night and like where it went. i think i might turn it into a charles x reader :P let me know in the comments if you want that :) thank you for reading! as usual, feedback and requests are welcome; make sure to leave a comment and kudos! (only if you want :P)

[skay-ali]

The Forgotten Daughter

A slightly slow plot but I prefer it that way, that the obsessed characters appear little by little

Chapter 2

Damian Wayne... he was an enigmatic child for you.

The truth is that you still don't understand how you managed to get along with the boy, his curt, unfriendly and arrogant personality was difficult to deal with, if not impossible.

After his first visit you didn't expect to see him again, his upset face with a curt goodbye was the last thing you expected to see from the boy, not receiving another visit from him a few days later.

You would be lying if you said that your life became more miserable with the child, even with his witty hurtful comments they made you smile, perhaps because you did not take the child's words seriously, because you did not feel familiar with him, or because after being bothered he an adorable scene with your baby that took away his threatening appearance.

You compared him to a chihuahua, those adorable little dogs that tried to look brave and like a big threat, but they were just adorable little creatures.

You also attributed your great attitude towards the child's visits in large part to the fact that you had matured, you were already a responsible adult with a daughter who sweetened your life even more, you became one of those television mothers who was positive, above all, wearing a big smile with an air of friendliness.

“Because you smile like a fool,” the boy commented, annoyed when he saw the attitude his sister was wearing.

You snapped out of your thoughts and paid attention to your surroundings again.

“Ahhh.. it's just that you two look so adorable playing around” you defended yourself.

In a way it was true, seeing the child sitting on a puzzle-style rug that you put together in the living room, playing with some baby toys, with your little daughter, while the little girl tried to play with the child and moved her hands with excitement, It was something that warmed your heart.

You received a displeased grimace from Damian at your words, he stopped paying attention to you and looked back at Alice.

“Hey, don't bother about that, if you keep making faces you'll get old.”

“I'm not the one who should worry about getting old you know” the boy responded, but this time without paying much attention to you.

“Am I getting older, can I tell?” You worried about his words, it was a valid worry, at least for you.

This time you did not receive any attention, neither from the child, nor from your baby, great, now I will exchange you for that bad excuse of a refined child, you noticed his taste for being from a wealthy family, something that you never liked very much, although Having money and having no limit to spend it was fantastic, having many gossip about your life, seeing how luxury and money controlled people, the carelessness of some parents and others who put pressure on their children to make them their perfect puppets, no. It was something very nice.

“Well men still flirt with me, so I guess I shouldn't worry about my appearance until they stop” you joked, you were going to leave aside the fact that you were getting older with each passing day, month and year, forget that Time was still ticking for almost everyone in the world, worrying about it was stupid and a martyrdom, it caused nothing but depressive and anxious feelings.

“Who went and where?” The boy got up from the ground in a hurry and faced you.

Damian got upset when he heard that, dogs trying to seduce you for their dirty desires, he wouldn't allow it, that would affect his little niece, if his niece, it's not that he cared about you, that's clear, although you were kind to him and You treated him like a member of your family, he didn't feel anything for you…. TRUE? You were just a woman who shared blood with him, his sister, he wasn't going to admit it.

“Uggg, you sound like a protective father” you made a disgusted face.

“That your useless husband wasn't taking care of you” he ignored your mockery and continued with his interrogation.

“whaaat?” His words surprised you “Haha, I'm married, I think you hit your head.”

“What about that man who was at your house when I met you?” he asked you again, this time you could see that his calm temperament changed to an aggressive one.

“The man we had dinner with?” Damian nodded “yes that man, Alice's father?”

"Hahaha he's not Alice's father, where did you get that idea from?"

The boy didn't answer you, he just looked at you questioningly, waiting for you to continue talking.

“That man you met was Nick, Alice's godfather,” you explained, “and as for this little girl's father, he is not part of our lives.”

.

Thanksgiving was a very lively date in your home, your friends visited your house and had a delicious dinner, it was one of those days where the whole house became full of life and there was laughter in every corner, there were small arguments, but They all revolved around who gained little Alice's favor. Although she reacted well to Damian's company, she was not the same with your friends. It means that the little baby develops a demanding side with the people around her except for her family.

Today your younger brother did not attend the party, even though you invited him, it was something you expected, unfortunately, he had a family to celebrate with, his father and brothers, you assume, in his conversations he never mentioned his mother, so you assume that she It was not listed in its current home.

The surprise was pleasant, when you found the child visiting you in the early morning of the new day, although you wanted to sleep, seeing the child visiting you so late at your invitation, you suppose, warmed your heart and you accepted that the child came in. your house.

The nagging doubt of how it was possible for him to come from so far away in the middle of the night unaccompanied to your house was in your head, naaa... you would let him get away with it, he is not your son after all, and knowing the story familiar, Damian is also supposed to play superheroes like the others.

You watched as Damián devoured the food left over from the party, for some reason he decided to go out to the balcony of the house to eat and you followed him so as not to leave him alone. Yes, you were saying goodbye to the food you planned to eat the following week. At least you could save breakfast by reheating the little leftovers.

“You know you look like dad” you said looking at the child, maybe it was the dream or the silent atmosphere, between you and the child, but seeing him made you a little nostalgic.

It's funny, because even though that man never did a well-deserved action to receive such a title, you still called him your father, you hated yourself for that, you wanted to stop being stuck in a place where you were still deep inside yourself expecting something from your paternal family.

Dad... oh dad, why did you never give me such an opportunity to call you that, that man, even without effort or interest in your life, took an undeserved title.

You realized that the boy had stopped eating, to pay attention to you and your words. He didn't say anything which is a surprise, given his defensive attitude every time they spoke.

“Don't look at me like that, it's true... you look like him in many ways” you looked Damián in the eyes, you were lying with your head on the bars of the balcony without wanting to move it, with a face empty of emotions.

“I remember seeing him eat just the way you do, I never forget it, him eating with a stoic face and an air of superiority surrounding him, as if he were royalty” you did not move your eyes, always on a fixed point, observing the child who He was the exact copy of the first man who broke your heart “They are the same when eating, even if you don't believe it.”

Do you remember well when you would sneak out of your room or the kitchen where you spent your time with Alfred, just to see your father for a moment, there was something that stopped you from facing the man, sometimes he looked very tired, he was talking on the phone or someone She accompanied him at his dinner, like the women who visited the mansion with Bruce and stayed the night with him.

“Your appearance also reveals you as his son, after all you are his spitting image” you finished your ramblings, you looked away from the boy, it was better not to say anything else to him, you didn't want to bother him anymore, if he took your words the wrong way. You blame your lack of sleep for causing an impending disaster.

You'd better concentrate on observing the dark landscape full of lights that the balcony offers.

“You look like Bruce too,” Damian comments as he composes himself after being surprised by your words.

"..." You were left speechless by his sentence, how come you two looked alike and never noticed it? They had to change what made them similar to their father or treasure it with all their hearts.

You waited to hear the boy as you climbed onto the bars of the balcony and sat down, needing to clear your mind of the next words that would come out of the boy's mouth.

“You and Bruce… you are not careful in your romantic adventures and you end up with unexpected children,” he said without mincing words.

“Ahhh how embarrassing you don't say that” you tried to hide your face from the child's sight, you didn't expect him to digest something similar.

You laughed a little at what he said, in a way it was true, you didn't see it, but Damián also smiled when he saw your reaction and your smile, you didn't get angry or say anything bad against him because of his words.

He followed your steps and also sat on the bars of the balcony.

Although the adrenaline surged through your body from hanging at a high altitude above the ground, you left your worries behind and enjoyed the moment. You still kept your hands on the bars, to avoid incidents.

“Yeah, I'm sorry if what sounded bad before, the truth is that seeing you here makes me happy, I've never done something like that with dad and seeing you doesn't… wakes up emotions in me” you apologized, although the words you said were unintentional. you threw at him, you know very well that they had a bit of resentment in them.

“You are... you are the family I never had.”

Oh how stupid you were to say that, if only you knew that that closed your destiny, if you knew that by saying that, the boy whom you just started to consider a brother would see you as a valuable person in his life that he would not have the luxury of losing. , using methods at any cost to have his sister and niece by his side.

.

In another place very far from your house and the family scene you had.

Another great scene broke out, all because the "eldest" of the Wayne children went to look for his younger brother after their family dinner, but when he got to his room he noticed his absence.

This worried him, even more so knowing that he wasn't even sneaking around the city in his vigilante form.

Where had the little demon of the family gone? He scanned the boy's room, trying to find a clue to his whereabouts.

Even though he meticulously searched the entire large room, he found nothing, and about to give up, a book caught his attention.

An art book, it was rare that Damian left something visible, Dick took the moment to review his brother's art, upon seeing his few projects before he noticed that he had great talent.

He scanned the pages slowly, capturing every detail of the drawings and paintings, his brother was undoubtedly talented, but there was something, some leaves in particular, that stopped him from thinking about them.

A woman was drawn on it, a woman that he vaguely remembered, she was very familiar, but no matter how much he searched his memory he couldn't remember who she was.

When he was finally able to change the page, he noticed that all the other pages contained more drawings of the woman, or of a baby.

He took a photo of the drawings, something told him that this woman was important, he had to remember who she was.

It's time to add more characters, the good thing is that we already have a yandere.

Reader never specified that it was the paternal family that she never had, because although with Damian now they are more like brothers, she had her friends and her mother as family, may she rest in peace.

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hi i could request mafia!carlos where he is like mean to everyone but you and is super protective and possessive with reader please!?

Mine - Carlos Sainz

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It was nearing on dinner time, and Carlos still wasn't finished with the meeting he had gone into hours ago. Business had been booming lately, and he always had people wanting to make deals with him.

The maids were scrambling, since they normally asked you or Carlos what you wanted for dinner. You didn't know, so then the responsibility usually landed on Carlos. It was such a small decision to make that would have zero consequences, but your mind had gone blank.

You knew you usually shouldn't interrupt Carlos' meetings, but it was surely nearing the end, and there probably weren't many more important things to talk about. You approached the door and heard some frustrated conversations on the inside. "I am not having this move screwed up by you fucking morons," you heard Carlos spit. 

Knocking hesitantly, you opened the door and poked your head around it. "Not right now," Carlos huffed, and he was looking rather dishevelled. His suit jacket was sitting askew on his body, his top button had been undone and his hair was ruffled due to how many times he had run his hands through it. 

Carlos looked up as the door opened, and his face completely softened. "Hey, baby, you OK?" he asked, opening his arm out to you to slot yourself into. "Can I ask you something really quick? It's OK if not, it's not important," you said as you felt the eyes of all the men in the room on you. 

"Yeah, of course, c'mere," he said, glad to see you after hours of dealing with these useless wastes of oxygen. "Turn away," he commanded the people around you, not wanting them to see you or watch your body as you approached him. 

He didn't want their dirty, sinful gazes on you, since he wouldn't be able to control what they were thinking like he could their actions. The thought of it made him sick, and he didn't want you to be exposed to the world he lived in. 

You were his serenity in the madness, and he couldn't have that tainted by people with purely bad intentions. He could keep you safe, and that was exactly what he would do until he took his dying breath. 

As the men turned their chairs away, all that could be heard was the click of your heels on the cold marble floors as they echoed in the high ceilings. "What do you want for dinner?" You asked as he rested an arm around your waist. 

"How does steak sound?" He said after thinking for a moment. 

"Yeah, good. Sorry for interrupting," you apologised, sweetly smiling at him. He looked tired, but only you would be able to tell. He would keep a stone cold, stoic face on while he was around other people, but would become the clingiest man you had ever met when it was just the two of you. 

"Don't be sorry, I'm very glad to see you," he smiled, tugging you in for a kiss on the cheek. "And we should be done within half an hour, given that these guys stop being such fuckwits," he raised his voice slightly so that the men could hear.

"I'll see you in a bit," you smiled, turning and walking back out of the meeting. Once you were out of the room, Carlos allowed the men to turn around and look at him again. They seemed to get the hint and they stopped fucking around with him, since the realised it wouldn't get them anywhere. 

If Carlos wanted something, he would get it. If he wanted something done, it would be done his way or no way. He had that power, and he was sure as hell going to use it. 

As he had said, his meeting was wrapped up within half an hour, and he had his security on the doors to make sure they all left and wouldn't try anything. You were stood on the stairs as you watched them go, and one of them sent you a flirtatious wink. 

If Carlos had done something like that, it would have sent shivers up your spine and butterflies in your stomach. But he had made you feel a shiver of disgust, an uncomfortable tingle that made you feel uneasy. 

You saw as he leant into the guy walking beside him, whispering something to him with a filthy grin plastered on his face. Carlos' ears pricked up when he heard the mention of the men seeing a beautiful woman in the house. 

"I wonder how much he pays her to saunter that cute ass of hers up to him like that, because I'd fucking give it to her," he joked, but the man he was walking with stayed silent. He saw as Carlos' face turned into pure, unbridled rage. 

Without warning, Carlos rushed up to the guy, pinning him against the wall by his collar. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he spat in his face, and the guy just stayed silent, practically shaking with fear. "I asked you a fucking question, who the fuck do you think you are talking about my wife like that?" 

Carlos let the guy sweat for a bit, and he opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He was frozen in fear and instantly regretted what he had said and he wanted so desperately to take it back. "You say anything about her again, or you so much as think about her again, I will know and I will make sure she's the last goddamn thing you get the pleasure of fucking thinking about, got it?" he said, pressing the guy against the wall even harder.

Security didn't bother intervening, knowing full well that Carlos could handle himself. They knew when to step in, but they were enjoying the show.  "Answer me when I fucking speak to you. Do you understand?" he spat in his face again. 

"Y-Yes," he stuttered, not able to meet Carlos' eyes. 

"Show some fucking respect, yes what?" Carlos said through gritted teeth, gripping onto the guy's collar as his knuckles turned white. "Yes, sir," the guy gulped, praying that Carlos would just let him go. Carlos released the man from against the wall, but not before he swung and punched him square in the face.

The sickening crunch of his nose echoed around you, and you took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of the blood running down his face and dripping onto the floor. "Get the fuck out of my house," Carlos commanded as the guy scurried out of the door along with the rest of them. 

Carlos inspected his hand, his knuckles split and purple bruises were already blooming over the skin, but he still hadn't realised that you were there. He liked to keep you away from that side of his life, but you seeing snippets was inevitable.

You moved slightly, but the halls were very echoey, so he heard you, his head snapping up to where you were stood. "Hey, princess, we're all done," he said, trying to hide his hand behind his back. But, he could tell by the look on your face that you had seen something. 

"How much did you see?" he sheepishly asked, trying to stop his hand from shaking. He couldn't feel the pain now because of all the adrenaline running through his veins, but he felt this weird numbness. "All of it," you said, descending the stairs towards him.

"Well it's been taken care of now. Sorry, you shouldn't have had to see that," he apologised, his head hung low. He didn't like the look of worry on your face, your features flushed with concern. He never wanted you to stress or worry about him. "It's OK, I don't mind," you dismissed as you stood in front of him, "You go sit down, I'll get some stuff to wrap up your hand," 

"No, no, I'll do it, don't worry," he shook his head, pulling his hand away from you as you tried to inspect the damage. He could take care of himself, and he wanted to deal with the slightly painful consequences of his violent, yet just, actions. "Carlos, please," you softly sighed, not wanting him to pull away from you. 

On the day you got married, you vowed to take care of him in sickness and in health. Yes, that wasn't geared towards when your husband had broken someone's nose and his knuckles were split, but it still applied - especially in the world you were living in. 

Carlos was now at the disadvantage, since he could never say no to you. You could ask him for the world, and he would burn anyone in it to give it to you. You could ask him for the stars, and he'd go to space himself to retrieve every last one for you.

"Fine," he sighed, letting you lead him over to the dining room table. You could smell dinner being made in the kitchen next door, but you still had some time to patch Carlos up before then. "I'll be back," you told him, walking out of the room and leaving him to think for a minute. 

Just thinking about the way that guy had spoken about you was making his blood boil all over again as he clenched his fists, not caring about the sting that stretching the open wounds caused. 

He hated the fact that he knew other people had definitely spoken about you in worse ways, and thought about you. They would have this sick, twisted, perverted version of you in their dirty little minds, where they only used you and threw you away like a ragdoll. Where they only used you for your perfect body and pretty face before discarding you. 

If he had a dollar for everytime he knew someone was thinking about you, he'd be a rich man. Well, he was already rich, but he'd be filthy rich if that was the case. The worst part was: there was nothing he could do. He was only able to give that man what he deserved because he had heard him say it, but not everyone was dumb enough to say it within earshot of him. 

"Hey, you OK?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder as you snapped him out of his thoughts. You had noticed that he was clenching his fists so hard that his nails were digging into the flesh of his palms and leaving red crescents behind. 

"You know, you didn't have to punch him," you said, pushing another chair right next to him and taking his hand. "I am not letting grimy bastards like him get away with saying things like that about you, not at all," he told you. 

You produced a disinfectant wipe from its packet, gently wiping it over his skin, cleaning the blood away from the area. Carlos quietly hissed as it stung, but he had been through a hell of a lot worse, so it was nothing he couldn't deal with. 

"I thought you'd seen him wink at me but I guess not..." You quietly said, rooting through the first aid kit to find bandages. "Sorry, he winked at you? Fucking pussy ass bitch got off easy then. I'll kill him, I swear to god," he seethed, and you struggled to keep his hand still while you wrapped it up. "Baby, don't worry about it, he's gone," you said. 

He was grappling with himself internally, wondering how you could remain so calm after what he had done and said. If he had it his way, Carlos would have hunted him down, punished him for a short while, then sent his body home in multiple parts over the span of a few weeks. "Sure, whatever you say," he reluctantly agreed, resting his hand to make it easier for you. 

You wrapped the soft white cotton around his still slightly bleeding knuckles, before pinning it into place so it wouldn't come off. "Thank you, princess," he smiled, placing a hand on your thigh. "No problem," you told him, resting a head onto his shoulder while you waited for dinner. 

"Have you still got that party on tonight?" You asked, tilting your head to look at him from the side. Shit he thought, having completely forgotten. It was a club that one of his associates owned, and he needed to go just to keep up appearances. Charles and Lando would be there too, so it wouldn't be all that bad. 

"Yeah, yeah I do. I won't stay out too late, don't worry," he told you, kissing you softly on the top of your head. "Can I come with you?" you sweetly asked, knowing he wouldn't want you to go. But, you had the perfect plan to make him say yes. 

"No, baby, no. You know what the people there are like," he dismissed, not wanting you around those people. Sure, Charles and Lando would be there, but they were the only other decent people that would be in your vicinity. "Please? I wanna go and have some fun," you pleaded, batting your eyelashes at him. 

Carlos sighed, not wanting to regret the decision he was about to make. "Fine, you can come, but you have to stay by my side at all times, OK?" he said, already feeling nervous about taking you. But, saying no to you was the hardest thing he would ever do in his life, and he had never done it once. 

"OK, yeah, of course," you happily giggled, glad to go out. Sure, you got to go out and do the day to day stuff, but never without security or Carlos hanging around you constantly. You understood why, since Carlos was in dangerous business with some minacious people, but it would still be nice to let loose for a night.

As soon as you had finished dinner, you ran up the stairs to get ready. Carlos smiled to himself, loving how you liked to get all dolled up whenever you went out. It also meant he would have his work cut out for him, keeping men away from you, but it was worth it if you got to feel like a million dollars. 

Carlos came up to get changed not long later, spotting you pinning your hair into place at your vanity table. "Michael is ready with the car whenever you're ready to go," he told you, speaking about your driver that had been with Carlos since before you had. 

"OK," you confirmed, finishing off your hair and applying a lick of lipstick across your lips. You walked into your wardrobe, scanning the hangers for a dress to wear. Despite the amount that you had, none of them really stood out to you. 

"I like the red one, if that helps," Carlos called out to you, walking in as he tucked his shirt into his slacks. It was like he knew what you were thinking, and he always knew the solution to combat the problem. "Which one?"

"The one you wore for my birthday last year," he smirked, and your cheeks instantly heated up at the thought of what you got up to. You had never enjoyed a club bathroom more, and I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

"Sure, I like your thinking," you nodded, taking it off the hanger and slipping your silk robe off your shoulders. Carlos just watched as you slipped the red fabric over your body. It hugged your curves and made you look like a model. 

You tried to twist your arms around to the back of the dress to zip it up, but Carlos was there in a flash to do the job for you. He braced on hand on your waist as he pulled the zip up towards your neck. When he was done, he placed soft kisses down your neck and across your bare shoulders.

"Hey, hey. Lay off it," you giggled, trying to struggle out of his grasp. 

"But I don't want to," he whined, sucking on your neck and leaving red marks on the skin. 

"Carlos!" you scolded, spinning away from him and looking at yourself in the mirror. The splotches were already turning a deep burgundy, and you ran your fingers over them. "Carlos," you sighed, pouting at him. 

"How else are people going to know you're mine? It's for your own good, I promise," he smirked, swinging his jacket over his shoulders. Carlos walked over to the shoe rack, picking out the shiny black Louboutins that he adored on you.

He placed them in front of you and you stepped into them. They made your legs look longer, and the extra few inches looked good on you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, Carlos held his arm out to you, and you took it. 

"You look stunning, baby," he complimented, raking his eyes over your figure as you walked. "Thank you, you're looking rather handsome tonight," you returned.

"Thank you,"  he smiled, helping you into the car. Michael drove the pair of you to the club, and there was already a queue down the length of the street to the doors. The security guard let you and Carlos straight through with a nod of his head, pointing you in the direction of the VIP section that was cordoned off with a red rope. 

Carlos threaded an arm around your waist as you weaved through the crowd in an attempt to keep you as close to him as possible. "You stay with me at all times, no matter what. If for whatever reason you can't find me, you stay with Charles or Lando, got it?" he reiterated, leaning down to talk in your ear so you could hear him over the loudness of the club. 

"Yeah, I got it," you nodded, willing to do what he asked since he had reluctantly agreed to bring you with him in the first place. He saw people's eyes rake over your figure for longer than his liking, and he hated how sleazy the guys that came to these places were.

There was not a single good thing about them - they were truly the scum of the Earth that he wished he could squash beneath his feet. They were the reason he hated bringing you anywhere with him, and he didn't want them anywhere near you. 

Carlos was on edge, to say the least, as he gripped onto your waist and tugged you impossibly closer to him. Charles and Lando were easy to spot as they sat together, downing some sort of shot. "Hey, guys," Carlos alerted them of your presence and they stood up to hug you. 

"Hey Carlos, Y/N, you guys want a drink?" Lando shouted over the music, pointing to where the bar was. "Yeah, I'll come with, Y/N wait here with Charles," Carlos instructed, walking over with Lando. He couldn't stop himself from glancing over at you every five seconds as he waited for your drinks, and he hated being away from you. 

Yes, it was only for barely even five minutes, you were in safe hands with Charles and you were in very clear view, but he still felt like he was too far away from you. Lando moved to the other side of Carlos, nodding over to two guys standing next to them at the bar. 

"Listen," he said, and Carlos trained his ears on their conversation. 

"You see the chick in the red dress?" one of them said, pointing in the direction of where you were sat. "Yeah, the one with Leclerc?" the other asked. 

"Yeah, she is a knock-out. I'll bet you fifty that I can get with her tonight," he smirked, hitting his friend in the shoulder. "Isn't she with Leclerc? He won't let you anywhere near her," 

"No, he flies solo. She's probably just some trouncing bimbo after his money, she'll be an easy catch," he said, holding his hand out for him to shake in agreement. 

"I'll take the one on the left, you get the one on the right," Lando said in his ear, eyes glued to the men who were starting to get suspicious. Carlos didn't want to cause a scene, so he had already, unfortunately, ruled out any form of violence. "No, no, I've got it covered," Carlos said, and Lando knew he'd be fine. 

As Carlos approached, the men instantly knew who he was. "The chick in the red dress is pretty cute, you should go for it," he started, giving them a bit of confidence as small, sly smiles formed on their lips. "If you want to die, that is."

For a moment, they looked at him, confusion written all over their features. They really were thick and couldn't connect the dots that had all been laid out perfectly for them. "If you want to keep living your miserable, pitiful, useless little lives, I'd suggest you don't talk about or look at my wife ever again," he told them, suddenly turning serious.

Their faces completely dropped in horror as they backed away. Carlos was using every ounce of self-control that he possessed to not hit them. "S-sorry," one stuttered. Carlos loved to watch them squirm, loved to see the pure fear he could feel radiating from them.

"You should be, now fuck off," Carlos spat, wanting them out of his sight. He turned back to Lando and picked up your drinks, making a beeline straight for where you were with Charles. He sat beside you, so close that your thighs were touching as he wrapped a comfortable arm around your waist. 

Holding onto you made him feel a bit more easy, knowing he could keep you safe if you were closer to him. As the boys settled into casual conversation, you had already finished your drink and were wanting another one. 

As you usually would, you stood from your seat and started to walk towards the bar. "Hey, where are you going?" Carlos asked, grabbing your wrist. 

"I'm going to get a drink, does anyone want one?" you asked, not seeing the meaning behind his question. "Not by yourself you're not, princess," he sighed, going to stand up with you.

"Don't worry about it, you guys got the last round, these are on me," Charles chirped, leaving the table. Carlos pulled you back down beside him as Lando carried on talking. "Remember, you don't go anywhere without me," he muttered in your ear.

No matter what, Carlos always had an arm around your waist or your shoulders, or a hand firmly on your thigh. People needed to see that you were his, and if they couldn't tell by the closeness of how you were sat with him, or the now purple marks down your neck and shoulders, then they'd be able to tell by the grasp he always had on you. 

"I'm going to the bathroom," you told Carlos, taking his hand and standing from your seat again. "OK, I'll come with," he said, glad that you had told him where you were going. You were doing as he'd asked, and that made him happy. 

"You wait here, I'll be out in a second," you said, trying to leave him by the door of the women's bathroom. Once he was sure you were in, he walked in and stood by the sinks. For all he knew, there could have already been some dickhead in there, waiting for some unassuming victim to walk into their lair. 

One of the doors in front of him opened, and it was like the past was walking right out of there and smacking him square in the face. "Carlos! If you wanted to see me, you certainly didn't have to follow me in here," she winked, the pitch of her voice sending uncomfortable shivers down his spine. 

"Marissa," he acknowledged, mentally willing you to hurry up so that he wouldn't have to deal with her for long. "Bit dodgy waiting in the ladies' room, don't you think?" she asked, sauntering up to him and running her hands across his chest. "Someone's been working out-"

"Get off me," he snapped, batting her hands away. Her touch felt agonizing, her fingertips like ice that he could feel through his shirt.  "Aw Carlos, don't be so rude to your old friend, it's not like you're with anyone either," she cooed, her voice turning sultry in a way that was supposed to be seductive. 

Rewind seven or so years, and Carlos would have fallen for her false charms and taken her home, maybe spent some of his hard earned money on her. But now, he had new eyes and saw right through her facade. He was glad to be out of that period of his life, because he was forced to become a better man, and that meant he could have you, and he wouldn't trade it for the world. 

"I'm married, I'm waiting for my wife at the moment," he deadpanned, stepping away from her and folding his arms as a way to block her off from him. "Carlos Sainz? Married? Oh that's a funny one," she giggled, twirling her dark hair around her finger. 

"I'm glad you found it funny, because I'm serious," he said, not even giving her the decency of eye contact as he spoke. "My Carlos would never commit to a relationship, let alone marry someone," she said like she knew him. She might have at one point, but she certainly didn't anymore. 

"I'm not your Carlos, and I never will be again. Now go and enjoy your evening," Carlos told her, trying to get rid of her. "How about you come to my table? We've got drinks, you can bring Norris and Leclerc, I'm sure they'd love to get in on the fun," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. 

"Marissa just piss off will you?" Carlos spat. As if by the grace of god, the other bathroom stall opened and you walked up. "Baby? Who's this?" You asked as if you hadn't heard their entire interaction.  "Hey princess, this is Marissa, old friend of mine," Carlos explained, immediately welcoming you into his embrace. 

"We were a lot more than friends," she smirked, clearly trying to make you mad. But, you knew that Carlos had a past, not a great one, but it was still a past he had been open and honest about. "I'm Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you," you sweetly smiled, ignoring her comment.

You held your left hand for her to shake, your engagement ring shining bright and proud under the harsh lights of the bathroom. To be blunt, the rock that sat on your finger was massive, and unmissable. Marissa clearly caught it in her eyeline and visibly grimaced, before plastering a fake smile on her plastic lips. 

"Likewise," she practically hissed at you, before turning back to Carlos. "Well, it's been nice chatting, but I'm going to have to go. Call me, Carlos. I've missed you," she flirted as one last attempt to make you mad, but you just found it pitiful. 

When you knew she was gone, you turned to Carlos. "Call me, Carlos, I've missed you," you giggled, mocking Marissa's voice. He chuckled along, glad to have you back in his arms. "Come on, let's get back out there," Carlos said, pulling you along with him.

As you approached Lando and Charles again, you heard them cackling. "You will never guess who just came over here," Charles laughed, playfully whacking Lando on the shoulder. 

"Looks like a walking corpse, awful voice, and an absolute slut for you, Carlos!" Lando giggled like a schoolboy. "Marissa?" Carlos said, cocking an eyebrow as if he were genuinely unknowing as to who they were talking about. "Aren't you clever, how'd you guess?" Lando sarcastically chuckled as the two of you sat down.

"Because she just tried to fuck me in the bathroom while I was waiting for Y/N," Carlos told them as he watched their faces turned shocked, yet extremely amused. "Shit no way!" Charles exclaimed.

"Yes way, I could hear her touching him and she said 'Someone's been working out' and I wanted to kill the bitch," you explained, Charles and Lando loudly laughing. Carlos was flabbergasted. He had never heard you say you wanted to kill anyone, or inflict any type of violence towards someone.

You were always so soft and compassionate, but he found this side to you amusing. "She might as well have gotten down on her knees and begged for it. 'Please fuck me Carlos, I'm a desperate whore for it!'" You mimed, causing Charles and Lando to double over due to how hard they were laughing.

Carlos, on the other hand, wanted you to say it again, but without mimicking Marissa. You had never begged for it, because you never had to. He gave you whatever you wanted at the drop of the hat, and most of the time, you never really asked for it. He just gave it to you. He gave anything to you.

You were loving the bitching session you were having with Charles and Lando, Carlos occasionally chipping in with a few words. Taking Carlos' hand, you inspected the red scabs on his knuckles. He was able to take the bandage off before you came out, since they had healed over pretty quickly. 

"Who did you beat this time?" Lando asked with an air of levity, since he knew what Carlos was like. He had a short temper most of the time, especially when it came to anything to do with you. "Just some fuck who needs to wash his mouth out with bleach," Carlos tutted, looking at the red crusts scattered around the skin. 

"I'm surprised the guy is still alive," Charles chuckled, and you never really got used to how braizen they were about ending people's lives. "So am I," Carlos agreed. You all carried on talking, and Carlos could feel eyes on him on occasion.

He looked over, past the red rope to see Marissa with her friends, all smiling and waving. He just rolled his eyes, but he saw there was a group of men with them that they had lured in. He supposed it was supposed to make him jealous, but it just made him feel sorry for them.

The guy's eyes kept on wandering onto you, and he was really wondering if this was going to be the third guy he'd have to have a word with for looking at you. It would be a new record. He stared daggers at the guy, but his eyes weren't averting from you.

He was sick of telling people you were his and he was yours. He figured he might as well just show them. You were completely oblivious to it, chatting merrily with Charles and Lando still.

Charles and Lando had clocked that he was staring someone down, and that always proved that he had something up his sleeve. "Baby, c'mere," he said, tugging you onto his lap by your waist. You straddled his thigh, slightly shifting around to get comfortable. 

None of them seemed to get the hint, as the group of them carried on smirking and chatting while still watching you and Carlos. Marissa winked at Carlos, and he just couldn't take it. Without warning, Carlos captured your lips in a heated kiss. 

He pulled you closer to him as your tongues danced in harmony and your hands kept him with you on the sides of his face. He kept on kissing you, barely giving you any room to breathe, but you didn't care. Kissing him was better than oxygen. 

As you continued, you subconsciously rolled your hips against his thigh, and he had to brace his hands on your waist to keep you still. If you carried on like that, it would send him absolutely feral, and that was not what you needed right now. "Sorry," you smirked as you realised what he was doing. 

"Don't be, not for that," he breathed, his heart pounding out of his chest as the group on the other side of the club finally got what you were doing, and finally started minding their own business. 

You noticed a few of the boy's business associated approaching where you were sat, so you went to move from his lap. "No, you're staying right there," he said lowly in your ear, and you were happy to stay there. 

It felt like he was talking to them for hours, and he probably was. They weren't really talking about anything of importance, since you were in public, but it was business enough to become boring. Carlos' work and deals never really interested you, you just cared that he was enjoying himself. 

You yawned, resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. You had enjoyed your evening, but you were starting to become a bit weary. "You tired?" Carlos asked quietly. "Just a little bit," you confirmed as his fingers traced up and down your spine. 

"We can go home, Charles and Lando are coming back with us because we've got some stuff we need to talk about, but we can go," he told you.

"It's OK, you can carry on talking to people, I don't mind," you yawned again, still clinging onto him. Sure, it was loud in there, but you didn't really mind. You were safe and comfortable with Carlos, so you weren't really bothered. 

"No, we're going home. My baby is tired, and she is top priority," he said, noticing how your eyes were slightly reddened due to tiredness. You didn't protest, simply letting him stand you on the floor. He said his goodbyes, and walked out with you, Charles and Lando. 

Just as you got out to the pavement, where Michael was waiting for the four of you, you heard a shriek and you audibly groaned. "Carlos! Can you drive me home? I don't have a ride," Marissa appeared, attaching herself to his other arm. 

"Get off me," he said, swatting her away from him like a fly on the wall. 

"What, so you're just going to leave me here, with all of these people who want to take advantage of me?" she cried, scurrying along behind you.

"If it'll get rid of you, then that sounds like the perfect plan," he scoffed, opening the front passenger door for you to get in, but you didn't budge from where you were stood. You weren't the possessive type like Carlos was, since you knew he was completely loyal to you, but Marissa was getting on your nerves. 

"Please? I'll reward you," she hummed, stepping closer to him. You were getting sick of it, and you couldn't hold yourself back. "Get your slutty ass away from my husband, whore," you spat, stepping in between them.  

Marissa's eyes were clouded with darkness as she turned to look at you. "I think you'll find that your husband loves a whore," she countered, closing the gap between the two of you. 

"I'm sure one of those men you were throwing yourself at tonight would love to take you home, but they probably find you insufferable as well," you said, crossing your arms as she got ever more close to you. 

It was as if the events unfolded in slow motion, as her arm raised, ready to bitch slap you in the face. Carlos was quicker though, grabbing her wrist. "You've seen what I've done to people, so don't think I'm scared to add you to the long list of individuals who have fallen to my mercy," he told her, and her face was priceless.

Carlos liked it when people were scared of him, and he especially liked it when the people were people who he thoroughly disliked. "Alright, alright, whatever. Someone else will gladly take me home," she scoffed, walking away.

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" Carlos asked, holding the car door open for you again. "Oh I'm still here, she just got on my final nerve. That bitch put her hands on what's mine, and I can't have that," you smirked, hopping in and closing the door behind you. 

He'd love to hear you talk like that more often. He didn't get to see that side of you regularly, but when he did, it made this tiny thing in his brain tick.

Charles, Lando and Carlos all clambered into the back seat as Michael pulled away from the club. The car ride was serene compared to the bustling atmosphere of the club, and it had gotten completely dark outside. 

Once you were home, Charles and Lando went to sit in the living room and Carlos escorted you upstairs. For a second, you just stood in the middle of the room, not mustering up the energy to undress yourself. Carlos knew you too well, his hands finding the zip of your dress. 

"Can I take this off?" he asked, pulling you backwards so that you were closer to him. 

"Yeah," you nodded, appreciating that he was asking, even if he knew you would always say yes. "Thank you," he softly said, tugging the zip all the way down to the small of your back, the garment falling off your body into a pool around your feet. 

"Do you want to put this on for now?" he asked, unhooking your robe from the back of the door. "Yeah, thank you," you said as he slotted your arms through the sleeves and tied the thin belt around your waist. "No problem, baby," he smiled, leading you over to the bed and gently sitting you down on the edge of it. 

Carlos sunk to his knees in front of you, taking your left foot into his hand and slipping your heel off of you. He moved his hands over to the other foot, taking your other heel off. He leant forward, gently kissing the inside of your calf, his lips soft against your skin. 

His lips moved up, to the inside of your knee, then your thigh, before he stood and leant over to kiss you on the forehead. "What do you want to sleep in?" he asked, standing in front of you with his arms folded. 

He had taken his suit jacket off, draping it over a chair in the corner. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and he had undone his top two buttons. He looked downright delicious, but you couldn't help but want to see what was underneath the blue cotton. 

It clung to every muscle of his arms and chest, and his cheeks were flushed a slight red due to the alcohol he had drunk. "I want this," you said, tugging at the material of his shirt. Yes, you did want the shirt, but you also wanted an excuse to see his brilliant physique. 

Carlos just chuckled, seeing right through your facade, but he did as you asked anyway. He didn't say anything, he untucked it from his slacks and unbuttoned the rest of it, shrugging it off his shoulders and handing it to you. "Thank you, baby," you smirked, taking it from him. 

You took your robe off and slipped your arms through the rolled up sleeves, only doing a few of the bottom buttons up. As you sat there, you couldn't help but stare at him. Perfectly sculpted muscles under lusciously tanned skin, the perfect combination. And it looked damn good on him.

"If you wanted me shirtless, all you had to do was ask, princess," he teased, a smug smile dancing across his face as he noticed your staring. He was gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that, but he knew he was. And he knew that his girl knew it too. 

"You're not going to do anymore of those buttons up?" he smirked, not even attempting to hide the fact that he was staring. He would have rather looked without the shirt in his way, but Charles and Lando were downstairs, so he needed to remain calm. 

"No, it's comfier this way," you smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared with a pack of makeup wipes in his hand. He sat beside you, gently wiping away the makeup from your face. 

He held your chin with his fingers as he tilted your head up to look at him, making it easier for him to get everything off. "There we go," he softly said, inspecting your face to make sure he had gotten everything. "Can I take these out?" he asked, fingers tapping at the pins in your hair. 

"Yeah, course," you confirmed, tilting your head down this time. He pulled the pins out of place, your hair falling all around your face. Carlos moved to sit behind you, splitting your hair into three strands and plaiting the sections and tying them. 

"There you go, now you are all ready for bed," he smiled as you shuffled over to your side of the bed. He pulled the duvet over your body, kissing you on the forehead. "I'll be up as soon as I can, the stuff with Charles and Lando shouldn't take too long," he told you. 

"No rush, take your time," you mumbled, your eyes falling shut already. Carlos collected another shirt from the wardrobe and turned the lights off. As he walked down the stairs, Charles and Lando saw that he was buttoning up the other shirt he had to get. 

"What were you up to up there, Carlos?" Lando mischievously giggled, leaning forward in his seat. "Now we know why you had to take Y/N upstairs and she couldn't go by herself in her own house," Charles chipped in, also giggling along. 

"If that was the case, I sure as hell wouldn't be back down here with you two. Now, what do you want to drink?" Carlos asked, approaching the drinks trolley that sat in the corner of the room. "Whatever alcoholic substance you'll give me," Lando said, and Carlos poured three glasses of some amber liquid for them.

"Perfect, now let's talk business," Charles smiled, taking his glass and handing one of the others to Lando. "So, transport is sorted, but we might have to make some changes to the personnel carrying it out, since the guys I talked to earlier today are thick as pig shit," Carlos explained.

"I've got the cargo waiting in the port until we send for it to be moved. I've had it all tested and counted every morning and every night since it's been there," Charles told them, and they carried on with their business talk. 

You were still upstairs, tossing and turning. It had felt like hours since you had gotten into bed, but it had only been half an hour when you checked the clock on your bedside table. You had slept without Carlos plenty of times, but tonight was just one of those nights where you didn't want to. 

Carlos had said he wasn't going to be too long, but you thought that the time you were waiting for was starting to constitute as long. There was no use in just waiting for an answer, so you shuffled out of bed and buttoned up your (Carlos') shirt a bit more. 

You padded down the stairs as you heard them talking about yachts or something. Whatever it was, they seemed to have strayed away from business, but you never know. They could have started selling yachts.

"Carlos," Charles alerted him to your presence as you descended. He suddenly didn't have a single brain cell focused on business, he was solely thinking about why you would've come downstairs. One part of his brain started to worry that something was wrong, but you looked fine. 

"Eyes off, boys," he quietly said, Charles and Lando averting their eyes from your shirt-clad figure. They knew how protective and possessive Carlos was with you, and they respected it. He didn't want anyone else seeing his girl the way he did.  "Sorry to be a pest, I was just wondering what time you were coming to bed?" You asked, hoping he would just come up right away, but you weren't expecting anything. "Soon, I promise," he confirmed. He knew you didn't sleep overly well without him.

When he was holding you in his arms as you slept, you felt completely safe and like nothing could possibly harm you. Carlos had promised to protect you until he took his final breath, and you believed him. You had grown so used to being around him all the time, that you never wanted to be away from him. 

"OK, sorry to interrupt again," you apologised, turning away and heading back for the stairs. "Don't be sorry, baby, it's OK," he told you, watching until you disappeared upstairs. Carlos finished up with whatever needed doing, and he said his goodnights to Charles and Lando. 

"So, we've got the shipment moving on Thursday, set to arrive in Madrid on Saturday, and I'll be at the halfway point in Lyon, Carlos will be in Madrid, Lando will be at the start in Prague," Charles confirmed, outlining the basics of the big move that was happening. 

"Yeah, and I'll be meeting you guys in Madrid on the Saturday as well to check up on everything," Lando nodded. Carlos had planned for you two to spend a couple of days in Madrid after everything had happened, and he was looking forward to the days away.

"You guys can hang around for a bit if you want, help yourself to anything and leave whenever," Carlos said, standing from his chair and leaving his glass on the table. Yes, Charles and Lando may have been his business associates, but they were also his closest friends that he trusted, so leaving them in the house wasn't an issue. They all had each other's backs, and were always there when needed. 

"I'm here now, Miss Needy," he teased, opening the bedroom door and closing it behind him. "You didn't have to come up earlier than you planned, you know?" you sighed, rolling to face away from him. You didn't want to see that smug smirk of his, even when it was plastered on his handsome face.

"Well I did. If you want me, you have me at anytime of the day, no matter what, princess. But I know you already know that," he told you, clambering into bed behind you. "Goodnight," he mumbled, instantly feeling tired as he got comfortable.

Carlos wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he possibly could, nuzzling his head into your neck as he softly kissed it. "Goodnight, Carlos," you muttered through that darkness, already feeling more at ease with his mere presence. 

You may have lived in a dark, definitely illegal world, but you wouldn't trade it for anything. Carlos' job was less than desirable to you, but he seemed to enjoy the thrill, so you joined him for the ride, and you always would. 

A/N - OK so I absolutely adored writing this, I don't know if this is very 'mafia', but I still thoroughly enjoyed myself. I don't know why I'm suggesting this, since I'm already really behind on this, but would you want a part 2 in Madrid with some... Mafia drama? I won't elaborate, just lmk! Requests are open, love you! 💖

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[tragedyofdevotion]

You who are so scared of Itoshi Rin...

Of course, you would be: he is so pretty that he seems out of the world. And his cool attitude and his resting bitch face (in a loving way) is not helping either. He is a celebrity who everyone admire (you did not know who he was exactly as you know nothing about soccer, you just saw some customers asking for his photo or signature, you thought he was a model considering his beautiful features), you would think that he would be disgusted with a normal plain you who is useless as a barista, considering you always tremble when he comes to your shop.

Itoshi Rin who is so helplessly in love with you...

Of course, he would be: you are so cute that it makes him think that word "adorable" was particularly made for you and you alone. You are kind, and considerate of the surroundings but never lose sight of what is most important to you. (He would know, he is stalking your social media.) But because you are so noble and unsullied, he was so nervous in front of you from worry that he was dirtying you with his presence.

She is so nervous in front of you. I have heard from my sister that girls become nervous in front of the person she likes. So, that barista girl must definitely like you. Go for it, man.

His friends said.

And Itoshi Rin who was so ignorant in the affairs of love believed his friends, because who else could he rely on?

But yes,

That was the start of the disaster.

One day, on your way home from the part-time at the coffee shop, you saw Itoshi Rin who was waiting for your arrival.

It was so unexpected that you did not know how to react to that.

"Hi,"

Rin said as he stood up straight from his previous position of leaning on the world listlessly.

"Hi,"

You returned his greeting not knowing what to say.

He then walked straight to you, his expressionless face scaring you more than ever.

And when he reached right in front of you, he kneeled down and took out a small box from his pocket. He proceeded to open the box and from it, appeared a glittering diamond ring.

"Please marry me."

He said.

Of course, his intentions were for the best. He wanted you to know that he was serious about you and the relationship he would like to build. And there was no relationship between two strangers more serious than a marriage.

However, to his surprise and heartbreak, you immediately replied,

"No!"

Who in their right mind would marry a guy who they have only spoke "May I take your order please?" "Latte... Hot..."

"May I go now? I have made a promise to meet someone."

That night you hurried back home, still frightened by Itoshi Rin's sudden proposal.

The next day, he did not come to the cafe, and you remember being relieved about the fact. But that relief was soon destroyed when you saw him waiting at the same place as the day before.

You were torn between running away immediately and calling the police when he walked towards you like the other day.

But then he suddenly bowed in front of you, and under the yellow enchantment of the street light, you could see his hands were trembling.

"I am sorry... for scaring you."

He said in a tone, so soft it could be lost among the sound of the breeze.

But you definitely heard him.

Albeit cautiously, you asked him.

"...Don't mind it... Moreover, what do you want?"

He sounded so broken that you almost felt guilty towards the suspicious man,. almost...

"No, nothing else. I just wanted to apologize. Again, I am sorry for scaring you," he added, "If you don't like it, I will not come to the cafe either."

"Just know that I by no means wanted to trouble you. I just..."

Rin was not eloquent speaker to begin with. But he was trying his best to speak up his feeling so that it will reach you without unnecessarily scaring you.

"I just loved you."

"You can come to cafe if you want. You were not doing anything to bother me anyway..."

You replied. You yourself did not understand why you said that.

"And if you want, we can be friends. But I am not interested in having a relationship with anyone at the moment. So, if you are ok with that, I would like to know you better. But no more ambush after my part-time job, ok?"

Perhaps, his voice sounded so lonely that you could not leave him alone or

He looked so like you when you were rejected by your crush.

You still don't know until now.

But you are glad you came to know him.

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Upper Moon Four╝

Premise: Obsessive emotions can rut anyone away, appreciating love with fear, anger, joy, pleasure and sadness can overwhelm even the purest of hearts.

Word Count: 2638

Note: You can read the first installment of this story here, this was requested by the lovely @star-dust-wanderer, sorry it took so long for me to finish this! 🫣

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Fear is an incredibly powerful emotion.

It’s very much needed for survival, that is a fact, as it helps you keeping yourself safe and away from all dangers life can bring your way.

But when it comes to love and those sort of complicated feelings, fear can become your worst enemy.

While the rest of the clones had their fair share of excitement with this flower girl, Hantengu hasn’t stopped shaking since the moment you escaped.

Were you safe?

Were you able to escape from this awful series of unfortunate events?

Were you sad and alone waiting for someone to come and get you from a hidden cave in the woods?

Just why he kept thinking about all this was entirely a mystery for him. But he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even drink blood anymore. He was in physical pain from all this irrational fear to a point where Muzan told him to take a break, sort of…

“Get out of my sight, you useless creature…if I see you once more shivering in a corner today I swear I’ll crush your skull…”

His harsh words only made the grunting and shaking worse, if this wasn’t enough on it’s own he managed to anger his lordship. Why did his clones get him in this mess? Is not like he did willingly, he just absorbed them back, this never happened before, never their emotions were so high they would end up rubbing on him, this was a first and he didn’t know how to fix this.

“I need this to go away before Muzan-sama ends up eating us all…” quivering behind a rock he summoned them four, while all he could feel was fear, annoyance was as clear as water in his eyes.

“Fix this now!”

Sekido as usual was the first one to talk, “This is all your fault to begin with! YOU sent us her way, you agreed on taking this mission! And now you want US to fix it?” scoffing he just paced around said rock, “So easy of you to say…you never take on the dirty work…”

Karaku on the other hand was delighted with the news, “Do we know where she is? I can’t wait to see that gorgeous body of hers again…ahhhhh….my love….I hope she’s dying to meet me just the same way I am…” loud scoffs was all that could be heard in the background, presumably coming from Sekido.

“I just hope she’s still alive…poor girl…she didn’t do anything wrong and she’s so nice…so kind…” Aizetsu kept sighing from his place underneath a tall tree.

“She’s fine, I’m sure. I’ve never seen a stronger woman before. She even likes Sekido!” Urogi was circling them all from above, happily flying with excitement.

“I don’t know where the woman is, just go find her. Don’t come back until you get rid of her!”

“WHAT?” the four of them said in unison, dumbfounded by their counterpart’s instructions.

“I can’t keep living like this, you need to make sure this stops right now. I need her out of our life!”

“I don’t think getting rid of her would fix this problem…if any…my own emotions will drown you further…” Aizetsu rarely has any valuable input in a problem, being driven by sadness isn’t the solution to any problem, but this sounded about right.

“Sekido will consume you from the inside too…” 

“Ugh…We won’t kill her…but I’ll think of a way of fixing the problem.” without acknowledging  their higher self, they followed their self imposed leader, at least he didn’t want you dead.

“Aizetsu, can you track her scent?”

Pulling a little piece of cloth from his pocket, he sniffs it like a pup. “You had a piece of her kimono with you all this time? You disgust me…”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous because he doesn’t have one himself.”

“She’s in that direction…” he pointed south, the familiar scent he’s been craving so much filling his lungs causing a few tears to roll down his face.

“Urogi…”

“Yes sir!” flying as fast as he could through the vast forest, an immense amount of excitement filled his chest. While he’s the most calm of the bunch, just thinking of being able to see you once more was enough to make him forget about how hungry he was.

The night was dark, the moon kept hidden by pesky water filled clouds. Of course nothing that would stop Urogi from finding his prize, yet a bit troublesome to say the least. Storm winds kept pushing him on the opposite direction, washing away the soft floral scent he got to love so much.

“(Y/N)!! (Y/N) baby can you hear me? It’s Urogi! (Y/N)??? C’mon love stop hiding!” he screamed at the top of his lungs while flying low. He knew you were there somewhere, he could literally feel it, yet you were nowhere to be seen.

A little branch cracking caught his attention, his eyes glowing brightly in the darkness as the figure he’s been dying to see again finally reveals in front of him.

“Urogi-san? Is it really you?” unlike him, you couldn’t see in the dark, yet the powerful sound of his wings was a memory you treasured dearly and would recognize anywhere.

“(Y/N)!!!” a loud thud could be heard as your body hit the ground, a very heavy mass of muscle and wings crushing you and smothering you with kisses. 

“Urogi-san! I thought I’d never see you again! Why are you here?”

“We were a bit restless thinking of what became of you. Are you hurt? Have you been eating?” 

Giving him that lovely smile of yours,  you just shook your head. “I’m not hurt, all thanks to you all. Aizetsu-san made sure I got to escape safely. Are you four ok?”

“We’re fine just worried about cha. Let’s go find the others, shall we?” he didn’t really gave you time to answer, scooping you in his strong arms and giving you forehead a soft loving kiss while he crossed the forest once more, with you in his arms the storm winds were nothing to him, pure joy elated his heart and that was more he could ever wish for.

Once he managed to get back to others, he put you down puffing his chest proudly, “Found her~”

“Sekido-san!!!” you tackled the demon, wrapping him in a warm embrace, while the others knew you were quite fond of him, they never expected to see such a thing.

“Are you ok? You’re such a dumb woman, I’m sure you’re hurt everywhere, aren’t you? Show me your injuries, you idiotic pest!” 

His angry outburst made you giggle, even if he was angry he was worried about you, that much was clear. “I’m fine. Don’t worry, I’m tough, remember?”

Scoffing he stopped resisting your snuggling, “Yeah right, like a useless human could do anything on their own…”

“I wasn’t on my own though…Aizetsu-san helped me get out of there unscratched.” reaching a hand over to Aizetsu, you pulled him into the warm mess of tangled limbs you called hug. 

“I missed you…” the sadness in his voice was palpable, while the other three missed you as well, they were incapable of showing it the way he could.

“I missed you too. Did you manage to escape alright too?” you cupped his cheek, tenderly caressing it with your thumb, while he couldn’t smile, his eyes watered with intensity from your soft loving touch, nobody had ever shown such tenderness to him, he was a demon, undeserving of such delicacy.

“Yeah…we are all fine. Better now that you’re here…”

Karaku was enjoying the show from up a tree branch, drinking some sake while admiring your beauty from afar, “We need to get you back to safety, sweetheart. Otherwise our emotions won’t be at peace. Though, I still want to strip you naked and drink from your-“

“Shut your mouth if you ever want to use it again.”

Sekido’s outburst made you giggle once more and snuggle further onto him. “Are we going back to the cottage? Or is it still not safe?”

“The cottage should be fine, right boss?”

“Yeah the demon corps left the area a while back, even if they did a human living there on her own wouldn’t be suspicious.”

“As long as we aren’t there, that is. We would only bring her troubles…” Aizetsu sighed heavily, sinking further into your embrace as if trying to engrave this moment in his memory for eternity. The warmth of your body, your little squeezes, the soft touch of your loving kisses…in all honesty he wished he could enjoy those all his life. 

But there was no way he could.

“Let’s go, gorgeous. I’ll carry you in my arms so you don’t have to walk.” flying with Urogi was quite thrilling, though it was also pretty fast to arrive to wherever the aim was and that was something you didn’t want right now. “As much as I enjoy that, I think I would like to walk with all of you, if you don’t mind.”

They were all as surprised as the other by your response. It almost sounded like you wanted to spend time with them. But that couldn’t be true, they were your captors, they literally kidnapped you and forbid you to return to your home town, not even to retrieve the corpses of your departed family.

Aizetsu held one of your hands in his, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb, “Let’s go.” 

Taking the lead was never reserved for Aizetsu, he lacked assertiveness, but even sadness can be useful when it comes to real love.

He had the most intense feelings out of the rest, while some might think Sekido was the obvious answer, sadness is more powerful than anger, it tears you apart from within, it makes you take stupid decisions, clouds your view of every possible positive outcome. But it also clings to the beautiful feeling of love, craves it like no other as it soothes their lonely heart.

Aizetsu was the one who triggered such anxiety in Hantengu, he was the sole reason for his constant breakdowns.

While the other three contributed to this, Aizetsu kept flooding his mind with insanity.

The moment you smiled at him and held his hand back, his heart just couldn’t take it anymore, sobbing, he kept on walking north, he needed to bring you back to safety, back to a place he could always find you at.

“Oi Sekido…If we bring her to the cottage…does that mean we can just visit her whenever we want?”

“Ugh…I guess…but try to suppress your joy or he will notice…”

Urogi danced in the gloomy night sky, even if Aizetsu had the best interaction with you this time around, there was always a chance to see you again, he could come and smother you with kisses whenever he wanted, he could just stop feeling like he was drowning. Being happy all the time can be as exhausting as being sad or angry, it makes you question your own choices, your own words, your own truthfulness, yet with you around he never had to question anything, he could utterly enjoy his joyful self, making you giggle, causing you to smile, being a source of happiness to you was more than enough for him.

Sekido on the other hand, had his mind filled with uncertainty.

While he knew you being safe would bring order to his messy thoughts, he also knew it was very unlike him to enjoy your company, your touch, your smile. He was in rage with his own self, he wanted to kick himself real bad, rip his own head off, he couldn’t fathom anger itself could bring something like love to bloom.

What angered him most was the fact that you didn’t mind any of this. You were surrounded by demons, demons that could eat you alive at any point in time, you were facing Karaku who could ravish you to pieces, and all you did was giggle like a fair maiden, blush at their words, cuddle them like they were a bunch of puppies. You’d end up dead at this rate…if you accepted them just fine, you could accept any other demon, they would not think twice and dismember you like a chicken for supper, drink your delicious blood like nectar from the gods.

“Woman. You can’t let anyone enter the cottage but us, you hear me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You…your scent…calls creatures like us…they won’t be as generous…”

“Ah….yes…anyone would party in that beautiful body of yours, my muse…I would if Sekido wasn’t as noisy…” the scowl in Sekido’s face was almost comical, yet he was absolutely right and that was a terrifyingly infuriating thought.

“Got it. Will you guys bring food to me then? If I can’t go out?”

“You can go out, dumbass. Just not at night.”

“Oh…that makes things easier, yes. But you will come and visit me, right?” the pleading look in your eyes made him feel somewhat light headed, an unusual sensation at that.

“Yeah yeah…”

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The cottage was still the same way you left it, remains of the rope that held you captive, charred coal from Karaku’s bonfire…Urogi’s scratches on the floor, it held so many dear memories, even if they were fleeting, they were all very much treasured memories of yours.

They were hard at work reinforcing the door and windows, setting traps around the cottage, making sure no demon would dare to touch their prey. 

Aizetsu though, couldn’t bare being away from you and was currently laying his head on your lap while you caressed his long fluffy hair. 

While he was still sad about leaving you here on your own, he knew there was noting he could do, he couldn’t stay here to protect you, though he could come at any time, see your face, have your soft soothing touch all to himself.

“Aizetsu-san…I wanted to thank you…” your voice was nothing but a whisper, yet he could hear all of it and it made his stomach drop with anticipation.

“You were always so kind to me, from the start. Gave me a sense of safety I never felt before…” your words turned to silence yet your loving touch said more than your words, he could feel how much you cared for him, for the others, how you accepted them even knowing what they truly were, a sense of belonging bloomed in his chest the same way it did on the others.

“I’ll come visit when I can…will you…will you caress my hair like this when I do?”

“Of course, sweet stuff. As much as you want…”

Unbeknownst to you both, the other three were watching the entire interaction. 

They were connected after all, they were one.

That sense of belonging bloomed in all of them at once, and not an ounce of jealousy could be felt within any of them, not even Sekido.

This is where they belonged. 

Not by Muzan’s side, not fighting demon hunters, but in your arms.

A realization that was not only worrying but wholesome, as much as troubling.

Demons can’t fall in love, can they?

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Masterlist

[klonnieshippersclub]

Fueled Desires

Happy Day 2 of Klonnie Week/Weekend! This one is set in Bulgaria way back then with a human Katherine. For this AU, Klaus recruits Bonnie as a spy and feelings arise. Let me know what you think.

It was desperation. That was why she took this job. Her childhood was hard. Bonnie has no mother for she had died in childbirth. The only family she had was her father. He tried his best to raise her all by himself while working to put food on the table. Luckily for him, Bonnie was an easy child. She didn't seek out any trouble. She just had a curious mind. She was always seeking answers.

Without her mother, Bonnie lacked the magical knowledge to truly blossom as a witch. However, the girl was determined. All she had was her mother's grimoire and she memorized spell after spell. In her magical studies, she discovered her passion for plants. It was unfortunate that her passion was useless when her father fell ill.

Bonnie knew magic could do anything. It had to fix this. Her mother's grimoire did not have the spell she needed to aid her father. It was then that the Original appeared to her in the family garden. Klaus Mikaelson offered her a deal. If she served him, then she would be given access to his magical library and extensive knowledge on healing with witchcraft. Bonnie jumped at the chance.

The petite young lady did not anticipate how he intended to make use of her. She wasn't in the kitchen or waiting on his hand and foot. No, he needed her to be a spy and monitor some silly girl. She never expected her relationship with the Original. She thought she would fear him. She does not. She thought she would hate him. She does not. She thought she would find him disgusting. She does not. 

In fact, Klaus was appealing even with blood around his mouth. The truth sickened her. She didn't bother knocking at the door to his room or announcing herself. “You requested my presence?”

Klaus acknowledged her with a nod as he sat on the edge of his bed. “Yes, please sit.”

Bonnie moved towards him and sat beside him with space between to keep their knees from touching. She kept her face blank as she asked, “may I inquire about the purpose of this meeting?”

“I need you to give me a report,” Klaus said.

“Regarding what?”

“I need you to provide details on Katerina's behavior and whereabouts.” 

It took everything in Bonnie not to react. She could sense his deception and worried about his true motives for calling her to his room. “We already discussed the subject this morning.”

“You are correct.” His eyes lingered on her body while Klaus memorized her soft curves. “I just wanted an excuse to invite you to my bedroom.”

Bonnie sighed in response. “I am not like the other servants.”

“You are not. That is why I like you.”

“I do not believe you. You may not use me for your dark fantasies.”

“I want you by my side, that is my true desire.” 

“You lie to me!” Bonnie exclaimed with irritation. Klaus had been persistent in his pursuit of her since her employment began. She had never taken his words seriously, but she could not ignore the goosebumps tingling on her skin when he was near. 

“Trust my word. Are we not partners?”

“No, we are not,” Bonnie remarked. “We work together for your benefit. I work for you to provide for my sick father.” They do not share the same goal and their power dynamic as employer/employee made it clear to Bonnie that they were not equals as you should be in a partnership.

Klaus moved closer to Bonnie and grabbed her hand. “I have given you everything that you ask for, even spell books for healing potions.”

“You treat me like a dirty secret you are ashamed of.” Stolen kisses didn't make a relationship in Bonnie’s mind, especially when the man will fuck almost any girl around. “I know of your previous dalliances with the girls of the streets.”

Klaus in frustration felt the urge to pull out his hair. Those girls were before Bonnie and meant absolutely nothing. “How can I prove that you are the only one I want as queen?”

“You can’t,” said Bonnie as she stood and took a step to leave. “Do not request me again unless necessary.”

Bonnie couldn’t leave quick enough with Klaus able to maneuver her body away from the door. Klaus pinned her body on his desk nearby. She wasn’t like the past witches he’s dealt with. Bonnie was courageous, understanding, accepting and loyal. Damn, the business arrangement! 

Klaus lust for Bonnie grew brutal by the day. Ready to explode. Bonnie kissed him with thirst, savoring the taste of his lips on her own. She was weeping between her legs. This intimacy was wrong, but felt so right. She had heard the whispers of other servants about his sexual prowess. Bonnie secretly longed to experience his skills. An airy moan freed itself from her lips as she was pulled from her thoughts.

“Would you like me to stop?”

“No,” Bonnie replied quickly as Klaus' hands traveled up her gown.

The knock at the door ruined it all.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Day 18 of @ailesswhumptober

Possession/mind control “everybody will despise you in the end.”

I actually have no idea if this makes any sense but I am also failing at reading it over again

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Katherine made an active effort to reject everything her father had taught her. But the fear she'd grow to be like him was something innate. And she supposed anyone with parents they didn't get along with felt that way, she knew Oscar did. But she wasn't sure if he had ever had dreams like she was victim to recently.

Katherine was familiar with nightmares, had had them since she was young, but it was something she never found herself able to talk about; especially not since meeting Jack and the rest of the boys, since befriending the Delancey’s.

None of them ever spoke much of the refuge, or everything that came before she knew them, but she could assume, put pieces together from vaguely concerning jokes and the various things they all seemed to flinch at. She'd watched Jack more than once bolt up from his sleep, eyes unseeing and searching for someone that wasn't there. Flinching at her gentle hand in his shoulder, an attempt to bring him back to himself.

Next to all of this, her own bad dreams felt like nothing.

But this time she woke up crying.

It had been four days since Katherine had left home, or as her father saw it, been kicked out. And only a few hours since she had relented and returned to the house. She didn't have many options, a woman in the 1900's, no money and no respect and no voice aside from one she carved out space for herself to be heard.

The plan had originally been to stay at the lodgehouse had she been allowed, at least for a night, but Kloppman had shut that down before she could even ask. And she wasn't going to stay at the Delancey's for any longer than the three days she had already relegated Oscar to the floor.

She was still surprised by the fact they had let her stay at all. They ignored when she gasped awake in her sleep, and it was something she appreciated more than they'd realised.

But tonight she pushed herself up in her bed, amongst the plush pillows and sheets, cheeks wet and her heart pounding in her chest. In her own room, at home, having returned to her father’s house with her tail between her legs and the bag she had haphazardly packed only a few days prior. Her father hadn’t said anything to her, only wordlessly opened the door. She had hurried up the stairs and hadn’t left her room since.

It led to this; her eyes burning as she sat by herself in the dark, and then felt awful about it, how she could be so upset while in the luxury of her own room.

But it didn't feel like her body was her own. It hadn't been in her dream. Instead it was some gross extension of someone else that she didn't have control over, saying words to people that she cared about that she didn't mean. Bitter spat insults, things she'd never even think let alone say outloud and mean.

She pressed the heels of her palms into the sockets of her eyes, shoulders cold in the air of her room with the quilts no longer covering her.

It was insults she had heard before though, things from her father. Dialogue from rants in her his office, about Jack and the newsies, calling them useless and vile and dirty, disgusting, liars and thieves-

Even with her hands pressed to her eyes, she could still see Jack’s expression as she repeated the words to him. Spat them with a vitriol she wasn't sure she'd ever felt in real life.

She- or not her- whatever had been inside her in this dream (god it had felt so real) - She could still feel how she tried to get her mouth to stop moving as she called Jack stupid for trying to get out of New York, too naive and unrealistic to even make it to the train yard, about how whether he ever ended getting out or not everyone would end up despising him.

She sobbed into her hand.

Her tongue hadn't been her own, but something about being awake and knowing she was even able to think things like that-

Jack had morphed then, into her recent host, and Oscar Delancey had stood in front her instead.

She had called him a bastard without a second thought, mouth forming the words like they were practised and familiar.

Katherine would admit she didn’t know much about the brothers. But she had heard rumours of the elder Delancey breaking someone’s hand for calling him that once, knew that his parents hadn’t been married when they had him and knew that his childhood wasn’t. good. To say the least. Knew that he hadn’t been wanted.

It was one of the things that had come up while she’d stayed with them, another ironically enough had been possession, and thinking about it now maybe that’s why she seemed to be dreaming about it. They didn’t say much about possession, not in any real terms, but in reference to their mother. Episodes, Oscar had called them, where their mother thought he was possessed, or that she'd have to exorcise Morris.

Katherine couldn’t help but imagine that the dream felt like what possession would be like; being trapped in your own body, the inability to move, like being mind controlled but so aware of every action.

She had never met the boys mother, in fact she was fairly sure the woman was dead, but she understood her fear, maybe. The idea of possession was a scary thing.

Katherine just had to hope that she wouldn't grow into her father, a mind control that was genuine and real and dangerous. A rhetoric he repeated over and over that had already worked its way into her head and her subconscious apparently.

She pulled her hands from her eyes and wrapped her arms around her knees instead.

She watched the crushed expression on Jack's face play on repeat. The hardened jaw and anger growing in Oscar's eyes.

She flexed her hand, reminded herself her body was her own, that were words in real life belonged to her alone. And didn't sleep the rest of the night.

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

46 + 67 for the trope mashup please? 💖

Is there anything more ooey gooey than a sick fic?

46 Sick!Fic/Injury + 67 Casual Intimacy/Physical Comfort

“You didn’t get enough milk as a kid,” Mickey pointed it out. “Your sister always watered that shit down.”

“Is that right, Mickey Milk?” Ian asked teasingly through the pain meds as the nurse wrapped his arm up in the hardening cast.

Mickey nodded with his eyebrows raised and his lower lip pinched with two front teeth. Ian was just glad he was back to teasing, he’d been a nervous wreck from the second Ian had cried out in pain, and nearly fainted at the sight of bone where it was sticking out from under Ian’s skin. 

Ian learned a long time ago that Mickey could go a little batshit when it came to protecting his nest, and Ian was a very big part of his nest. He’d already talked to Mickey about not being a total fucking dick to the nurses, because his husband was an asshole and Ian had to have surgery to reset his arm so naturally Mickey was a bit well, high strung.

“Why’d you have to break your right arm, man?” Mickey whined once they got back to the truck, annoyance not shown in the gentle way he was buckling the seat belt around Ian’s sling. “I’m going to be wiping your ass for weeks.”

“You’re not going to be wiping my ass,” Ian said indignantly. “I mean, I’ll need a little help-”

“Ian, I’m joking obviously. That’s the whole point of having a husband, when I become a demented fuck from all the headshots I’ve taken over the years you’ll be there to remind me who the hell I am. We do need to stop by to show Franny that you’re alive because she’s flipping her shit right now, she thinks it’s her fault.”

Ian sighed but agreed, stopping by the house for a couple of minutes so that Franny could see that he was mostly completely fine. 

It fucking hurt, his arm really fucking hurt and he didn’t want to keep taking the pain meds. Thirty somethings don’t usually break their arms climbing trees so the world isn’t really built around accommodating him, luckily his husband is a beast with bark and bite and extreme care. 

His sixth sense when it came to Ian was almost creepy sometimes. After the first week, Ian stopped gloating over the royal treatment Mickey needed to give him. It was funny at first, but he was soon slightly annoyed and embarrassed about being washed, fed, and dressed because all he had was his stupid, useless left hand. 

And he felt like he was all stupid, unless left hand. So he didn’t want to let on when his arm was killing him, or when he was getting annoyed by the coddling, and yet somehow Mickey knew. He’d sling an arm around Ian while they were watching movies and dig his thumb into the joint between his shoulder and arm, saying nothing until the tension dissipated. Then he’d get up and claim to be in desperate need for peanut M&Ms, leaving Ian alone in the apartment for a few minutes while he ran to the corner store. 

By the time he got back, all the frustration and humiliation of the day seemed to have melted away and they could try to throw candy into each other mouths from opposite ends of the couch. 

The day Ian got the cast off was as massive relief, they were both so excited for Ian to be able to use his fucking hands again, Mickey watched excitedly as they took the saw to his disgusting off white cast, even leaning in and letting out an theatrical eww at the sight of his dirty, shriveled limb. 

That night when they got home Ian announced that he was overdo for a shower, stripping down and staring expectantly at Mickey. 

Mickey raised his eyebrows, staring back at his husband. 

“Aren’t you coming?” Ian asked curiously. 

“I thought you’d want to maybe, I don’t know, wash your own hair since you’re been bitching for the last week.”

“Well,” Ian said slightly huffy. “I liked it when you washed my hair, maybe I just wanted the option to do it myself.”

Mickey shook his head with an indulgent smile, stripping his shirt off and throwing it playfully at his husbands face on his way to the bathroom.  

Hope you enjoyed :)

[someones-here-fore-sure]

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck I ate too much I’m disgusting I’m too much I ate too much and I don’t know how much I ate I too much I’m disgusting and my rooms too dirty to fuckign exercise I’ll just sit in my room and bed rot like the lazy fuck I am I’m disgusting I hate this I hate the world I just can’t I wanna throw up I’m gross why why why HYW why my parents are gonna get mad for not talking to them- and being stupid and lazy and disrespectful and useless and bad I’m bad I’m fat I’m so wrong I am so disgusting I can’t do this why why why

[butchwheels]

we, lesbians, are unable to be seduced by men, and therefore we break the gross sexy fantasy men have in their head

in scenarios where they even allow us to be with another woman without too many consequences, of course. if we break it, then it suddenly means we're all dirty ugly nasty dykes who deserve disgust and fear, just girls trying hard to be a man and masculinizing their beautiful bodies, making them unattractive and therefore useless. what's a woman unattractive to men?? she's nothing. she's a ghost. just look at how old women are treated

lesbians, at the end of the day, are wolves in sheep's clothing when surrounded by other women. but we're not bad, we're not evil, we're just feeling the way men are about women, except without the cloud of misogyny. we're not actually wolves (men), we're more like coyotes; we're not men but we dress and act the way that men typically do, we're a threat to male society but also a weak disgusting thing needing to be rehabilitated into liking men. i "steal" their fashion and habits and body hair and masculinity and confidence. i make them feel irked and self-conscious. but honestly, they're mostly upset because we do it all better and our lives don't involve men at all. lesbianism is the single most threatening thing to men. complete disinterest in men. butchness. not feeling attraction to men so not falling for their bullshit bc attraction tends to make you more vulnerable to male manipulation, and lesbians just aren't vulnerable to men's seduction attempts so they can't trick us that way which makes the men very very upset uwu :'( we're such meanies!! our sexuality is oppressive really, it's closeminded, it's rude!!

you know the way that only men can call out other men? dykes calling out men breaks their fucking minds. because they see masculinity and attraction to women as power and strength (bc it involves "subduing a female" and proving their manhood or whatever), and when women steal it, men aren't typically as attracted to them, completely confusing them as though being a weird looking "man." they fucking stare at you like a baby at a dog. in their dumb heads they think, am i supposed to be misogynistic to her? but my upbringing tells me to submit bc she's confidently masculine, and masculinity is power??? they don't know what to do, usually defaulting to becoming aggressive or playing victim and whining on 4chan. often both. lesbians break the entire patriarchal system apart. we are radical as fuck. us existing, women who are not attracted to men and not wanting to be attractive for men, threatens everything the world has revolved on for centuries... namely male power. men fear us (and women want us, oh no!!). and men dating men ALSO threatens the patriarchy, bc men are supposed to be busy dominating women and furthering their bloodline and other bs. gay people are so powerful. gay women are so powerful. we need to embrace our power!!!!! 🏳️‍🌈

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Dude stop having such a stick up your ass! You know very well what dick means, how people are using it, and why they are asking you about it. 🙄 Jesus even you have used the word cock before and not referring to a rooster either. Calling your dick a phallus and pretending you have no idea what anything to do with sex means and acting so fucking prissy just makes you look ignorant and naive. Which for the "smartest person on the planet" is a bad look. No wonder you're getting stupid cases brought to you, everyone thinks you're an idiot. Just because you supposedly don't or never had sex doesn't mean you have no knowledge of it and erased it from you mind palace. It could still be useful to know for motives, and even more so if you actually knew why people would do crazy things because of it. Get some first hand experience, it'll do you good. And don't come at me with your 'dirty animalistic rutting etc etc' excuses either. 🙄

How tastelessly expressed, and you really thought I wouldn't be able to deduce who you are? So cowardly trying to hide behind anonymity because you wouldn't dare to say such things directly to me? However it is quite obvious to me, but maybe you believed you were far away in a safe distance to not be deduced by me. Or maybe you are not being smart enough to realise your mistakes. So quite an useless endeavour trying to hide from me, because I know.

You tried varying your writing style a bit, however the most significant characteristics are still there and recognisable to be yours, easy to identify. At least for me, quite obvious. The punctuation and emoticons are a dead giveaway.

And now to the content of your brain-dead ask: perhaps you should learn that not everyone is as obsessed with copulation as you are. Some people don't care about it and therefore don't need to know anything about it because it wouldn't significantly enrich their lives. So it is useless knowledge and can be deleted. I am above such things, everything else is just transport, I am only interested in stimulating the mind and not in such low urges. Did it ever cross your mind that maybe that's why I am the smartest person on this planet, because my brain is not clouded by those urges? While most of humans use all their brain capacity to focus on achieving their next copulation, I can focus my full capacity on more important things like cases and scientific mysteries.

I don't need to know about it personally, because I can see that it turns people into even bigger idiots than they already are, so why should I then partake in that, to diminish my intelligence to become as stupid as all those sex-obsessed primates? Motives of sexual nature are also quite clear to me without having to partake in any such activities, I also never brutally murdered someone out of jealousy but can still deduce the motive. But for you such talents might seem impossible, to be able to consider other people's perspectives. Neither did I ever say that I do not possess any knowledge of it, I do know the biological processes, but unlike you people I do not use every minute of my day to talk about it.

Oh and excuse me that I use educated medical terms to refer to anatomy instead of talking like a pleb like you. How dare I? But if you are so bothered with my use of words describing my own anatomy, how shall I call it? Dick? Cock? Did this satisfy your perversions?

Telling people to partake in copulation to 'get some first hand experience' is quite ignorant and disgusting, especially if they do not desire such things. Pressuring people into such things, absolutely disgraceful. Maybe it would do you good to get some first hand experience of thinking with your brain instead of your nether regions? But it is quite telling that your definition of idiot is someone who does not desire sex and thus ignores it, seems that for you knowledge of sexual nature must be the most important thing then.

Why don't you just get it over with and call me a prude directly, like Anderson or Donovan did? Because I know that's what you think.

Maybe educate yourself next time and do something useful instead of harassing people about their sexual perferences or lack thereof.

[that--fish]

《Hellfire》

The Prologue

Synopsis of series: Yn gets married off to the head of the Kamisato Clan. Yn's family, Inazuma's wealthiest tycoons, were nearly on the brink of bankruptcy so they arranged a marriage with one of Inazuma's most powerful politicians to maintain their power. Would Yn be a sacrificed pawn in a bigger game or would she turn the tables?

Tw: yn's dad, sexism, slight abuse :D

A jug of angst and a pinch of fluff ☁️✨️

Overhearing the conversation of my parents, I felt abandoned.

But...I'm not truly useless, am I?

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

3 years ago:

"No, Yn, your older brother will be the next heir of the company." Father sounded colder than the tip of Dragonspine, does he really despise me that much?

"Why him?"

"He has a use here; he is a born leader, worthy of the title as CEO of Tanaka Group and as our clan head."

"What about me? Are you deeming me useless?!"

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

6 years ago:

"Father, can I go for sword-fighting class? It looks fun-"

"You are a lady, you are not meant to do such things. Sigh I will send you for ballet classes instead, would you be happy with that?"

"Why must I do things that you deem ladylike or refined? My brother can pursue his tertiary studies overseas in Sumeru. What about me? Our family has more than enough money to let me study as well. I have been confined within the walls of this estate for all my life! I-"

A burning sensation spread across my cheek.

"Gasps HOW DARE YOU-"

"YOU IMPUDENT CHILD! YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR YOUR ELDERS! YOU ARE UTTERLY USELESS, MY CHILD, USELESS, GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD! ALL YOU WILL EVER BE USEFUL FOR IS TO GET MARRIED!"

"I-"

"YOU DARE NOT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS! GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT!"

I stormed to my room and curled up in a corner, tears flooded my eyes. This was the first time father ever treated me like this since the passing of mother. I miss her so much...

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

3 years ago:

"You will get married to a suitor of my choice whether you like it or not, Yn."

"I oppose the idea of my marriage!"

"You. Will. Get. Married. Now, in the meantime, you can go and practice ballet, you have a recital in a few weeks."

Same old, same old. There is no stopping father's will. My brother wouldn't dare object him even though he has the power to do so. What am I here for? To be a human punching bag? Why bother crying, it's useless anyways.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

What happened to mother was horrible, she didn't deserve such a gruesome end. When I was walking in the hallway a few days after mother's death, some of the maids were gossiping about mother's death, one of them said they witnessed it. Father brutally murdered mother with the help of my brother. I felt absolutely disgusted at the thought of it. Why would they murder her in cold blood? I didn't have the slightest clue.

And the woman that father married. Eulgh, her perfume is terribly pungent, she is like a demon that crawled out of the deepest, darkest pits of hell. Her face, ever so cakey with makeup, how she dresses isn't far from a brothel owner.

At least father has found someone he can call his equal.

They are going to marry me off to the head of the Kamisato Clan, Kamisato Ayato within a month, right after my 18th birthday. What impeccable timing, father.

It's almost the end of winter, still a bit chilly though. I gazed out of my frosted window. Snow was coating the tiled roofs of Inazuma City, I've never been out there before, mainly my imagination and novels shaped my perception of the world outside.

The world is such a cruel and evil place with people willing to get their hands dirty in order to achieve their wants and needs. They manipulate to get what they want, free things come with strings attached, there is no one you can trust. Yet, the world is beautiful and serene, like having a lover to rely on, maybe a soulmate whom you have been begging the stars for, a person to be with for an eternity, a romantic walk on the beach, the wonderful scenery one can't imagine...I'm far too familiar with the art of manipulation but I cant imagine myself being - in love with someone. Well, not like its my choice anyway. Sigh However am I going to get out of this hellhole of a place?

[annbourbon]

My obsession with Ciel comes from recognizing the same pain.

I adore him because he gave voice to my trauma, depression, pain and all those feelings I had nowhere to put them. But there are people who think it's because of something dirty~ that's truly disgusting. Like, he's 13! 14 at most, although considering how old is the manga (2006) I was a child too. He just takes a lot of time to grow up (unintended pun)

And now that we're on it, I also prefer Ciel over Sebastian any day because he's human.

I also had people to dress me up until I was at least 13 or so, and I was, sometimes still am very sick. So I feel the pain of being normal and a bit useless now outside of the society I grew up into. I like blue. And my height is similar to OCiel. Sebastian is just painfully annoying and a show off.

[kiddoryder]

Spoiler Sam

Charlie and the others Hazbin try to stop a sinner from spoiling upcoming movies. Things sure happen!

Commission for @dustinlaughlin

It was another typical day in Hell. The Hazbin Hotel crew were doing another rehab activity thought up by Charlie, one that everyone would positively groan and despise doing. Today's activity was community service. Specfically, everyone was going around Pentagram City picking up litter and trash left out on the streets.

Angel - *annoyed* “Princess, why do we have to do this? We have wind, it can easily blow away the shit.”

Charlie - “Wind doesn't clean up the streets, Angel. It just make litter crumble up together to make an even bigger mess. As princess of Hell, it is my sacred duty to keep my kingdom nice, healthy, and clean.”

Angel - “Then why drag us along?”

Charlie - “It will help you build good character. Plus it will show other people that you care about Hell and the environment.”

Vaggie - “Plus half of this mess is also yours since you have a habit of littering everywhere.”

Blitz - “Yeah. Even at the hotel.”

Niffty - “I don’t mind cleaning up. It’s one of my favorite hobbies!”

Husk - “Because that's what you normally do, other than being creepy.”

Niffty - “And liking bad boys! Don't forget about that one.”

Sir Pentious - “I have a quessssstion? Why isn't Alasssstor working with us?”

Everyone turned to see Alastor simply sitting on a chair while sipping a cup of coffee.

Alastor - “Simple my good man: I don’t like getting my hands dirty.”

Liz - *surprised* “You know, I legitimately thought that he was going to say that he's supervising.”

Alastor - “And I’m doing that also.”

Liz - *sighs* Why am I not surprised. *to Charlie* So Cuz are we get paid to do this?”

Angel - “I certainly hope so. Val has been deducting my pay and I need the extra cash.”

Vaggie - *deadpanned* “For what? Drugs? Porn magazines? Sex toys? Any other useless disgusting stuff?”

Angel - *annoyed* “Hey, give me some credit! I buy clothes and make up too. Right Hardy?”

However, Hardy didn't answer.

Angel - “Hardy?”

Angel Dust turns around to find Hardy standing in front of a wall, staring at a poster. Hardy was entranced the poster that he didn't notice anyone calling him.

Angel and Liz approach him to get his attention. Liz tried poking him but that didn’t work.

Angel - “Woohoo, Hell to Hardy. Are you there?”

Still not answering, Angel Dust makes a loud whistle, which snaps Hardy out of his trance, as he jumped in startlement and fell to the ground.

Angel - “What's clogged up your brain, hot head?”

Hardy - *pointing his finger* “That! See?”

Angel Dust and Liz turn their heads and see the poster was advertizing a movie, but it wasn't just any movie... It was an all-new martial arts movie starring none other than Bruce Lee, the action star that introduced Chinese Action heroes to America.

Hardy - *reads ad* Bruce Lee's Comeback! The Dragon's epic return to cinema! Special starring: Muhammad Ali: The Greatest!

Angel and Liz ooohed in amazement and interest. Even Sophie ooohed in amazement.

Sophie - “That’s a lot of action movies!”

Hardy began squealing excitingly

Hardy - “I can’t believe it!! They are finally doing this!! I need to go see it! Better yet, show you guys this so you can see all the people I grew up to admire and wanted to be like.”

Vaggie - *uncomfortable* “Um, Hardy? You might want to take rain check on that.”

Hardy - “Huh?”

Vaggie points her finger at some in the lower right corner of the poster.

Hardy - *shouts* "AAAAAAAAHHHH!”

In the lower right corner, there is a small box that reads "Only Showing in Heaven". Hardy covers it up in distress.

Hardy - *upset* “It's not fair! *bangs his back against the wall in frustration and slumps down against it while moaning with his arms crossed* If only I didn't had this stupid curse.”

Charlie - *comforts* “Awwww, cheer up Hardy. We'll see it on the Heavenly streaming service within a year.”

Hardy - *pouts* “Yeah, if Spoiler Sam doesn't ruin it first.”

Angel Dust and Liz - *simultaneously* “Hissssss, Spoiler Sam.”

Blitz - *confused* “Who?”

Liz - “Spoiler Sam, a stupid jerk on the internet that's always ruining movies by spoiling them before they even premiere in theaters. They spoiled some of my favorite movies!”

Angel - *upset* “The motherfucker even spoiled some of my films before they got out.”

Blitz - “Well, considering that most of your films is just banging other demons, they're not missing much.”

Angel - *offensed* “Hey! Some of the things I host are classy things and super hot.”

Husk - *deadpanned* “They are basically the same plot.”

Liz - *rolls her eyes* “Point being, Spoiler Sam will most likely ruin the movie for us before we can even see it on Heavenly.”

Hardy, Angel Dust, and Liz sighed in frustration. Charlie feels real sorry for her friends. She doesn't like seeing her friends so down in the dumps. But then, she gets struck an idea.

Charlie - *smiles* “Maybe, there's still a chance to see it before Sam does.”

Hardy - “What do you mean, Charlie?”

Charlie - “We can ask my Dad for help. Since he’s still connected with Heaven.”

Liz - *doubtful* “Ya sure about Cuz? Cause ya know Heaven hates Uncle Luci’s guts. I heard they aren’t even allowed to mention his name. To them, it’s like saying a bad word.”

Charlie - *scoff* “Oh come on, I'm sure my dad would be happy to help.”

()()()()()()()()

Lucifer - *on FaceTime* “I'd love to help you sweetie, but I'm afraid that I can't at the moment.”

Charlie - *confused* “Why not?”

Lucifer - “Heaven has been giving me numerous complaints that some yahoo is pirating their movies down here in Hell and they won't stop until I solve it.”

Liz - *sighs* “Spoiler Sam strikers again.”

Angel Dust - *hissed* “That menace…”

Charlie - *dismayed* “So you're stuck until you solve this?”

Lucifer - “I'm afraid so. *shrugs* Sorry honey.”

Hardy - *groans* “There’s gotta be something we can do!”

Sophie - *comforting* “Don’t worry Hardy. We will find a way.”

Angel - “Wait a sec. What if we help you hunt down Spoiler Sam and put his video piracy out of business? Will you then help us?”

Lucifer - *unsured* “Sure, but it's going to be hard finding him. He's so anonymous that none of us could find a clue.”

Charlie - “Well maybe I can help out.”

Hardy - “You can do detective work, Charlie?”

Charlie - *smiles* “I learn it from watching you.”

Hardy - *impressed* “Huh. Don't know if I should feel flattered or like I have competition.”

Blitz - “Why not both?”

Vaggie - “Okay so what the first thing we gotta do?”

Charlie - “First, let's find out how he's pirating all these movies.”

Angel - “Well, if it were me, I'd probably hire the best hacker here in Hell.”

Charlie - “But who is the best hacker?”

Angel Dust: Well, you may not like it, guys. But I do know someone that can fit the bill.

Alastor - *menacing tone* If you're thinking who I am thinking you're thinking, then I will end you right here and now.”

Liz - *shocked* “You seriously think Flatface will help? That's like asking a murderer not to kill them.”

Charlie - “I'm sure if we're really nice, he'll be happy to help.”

Alastor - *seriously* “We are NOT going to ask him.”

()()()()()()()()

Unfortunately, they were going to ask him as they were already standing in front of the V tower, much to Alastor's dismay.

Alastor - *annoyed* “Remind me again why are we doing this? They are just picture shows. Nothing special.”

Hardy turns around to Alastor with a furious look on his face. Even had fire in his eyes.

Hardy - *furiously* “NOTHING SPECIAL?!”

Hardy then rants at Alastor with highly explicit and flowery language that even scares him and causes great discomfort. Everyone looked at Hardy with shocked and flabbergasted looks on their faces. Charlie would even cover up Liz's ears from what he is saying much to her dismay. Blitz did the same for Sophie so she wouldn’t hear it. Even though Alastor still kept his smile, he was shocked on the language a person like Hardy is using.

Hardy: *furiously* DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MAMA's BOY?!

Alastor - *astonishes* “Alright, alright, alright! I got the message! Goodness, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Charlie - *astonished* “Hardy, where did you learn to speak like that?”

Hardy - *blush* I might’ve overheard one of Stolas’s conversations with Blitzo. *awkwardly chuckles*

Angel - *smiles suggestively* “Any chance that he can teach me some of that? I think it’ll be good for my next movie.”

Hardy - *embarrassed* “Umm maybe I’ll ask him later.”

Liz - *impressed* “Gotta say Sifu, never realize you had language like that.”

Hardy awkwardly chuckles as a sweatdrop comes down. With that out of the way, Charlie politely knocks on the door and a camera pops out of a hole.

Vox's voice - “Who's there?”

Charlie - “Charlie Morningstar the princess of hell.”

Vox's voice - *shocked* “Princess Charlie?! What the fuck are you doing here?! I-I mean, *politely* what brings you here to our abode?

Charlie - “I need to ask you for a favor.”

Vox voice - “What kind of favor?”

Charlie - “We need your help finding someone who go by as Spoiler Sam.”

Vox's voice - *shocked* “Spoiler Sam?! THE Spoiler Sam?! Well, why didn't you say so, come on in! *points camera at Alastor* But keep that washed out shit stain outside!”

Alastor - “I wouldn’t dare step in some weak television building. You forget old pal, it was the radio that helped you create it.”

Vox's voice - “And it was a video that killed the radio star.” *laughs*

Alastor, ticked by that old joke, smashes the camera with his microphone staff and then walks off to take a seat at a nearby table.

()()()()()()()()()

Meanwhile, everyone walks inside the V tower building.

Vaggie - “Man I never been inside here before.”

Sophie - “It’s looks really nice though.”

Blitz - “But make sure you don’t touch anything. I don’t trust these bastards.”

Rising out of a hidden platform on the ground, Vox appears.

Angel - *nervous* “Is um…Valentino here?”

Vox - “No. Luckily for you, he went out to lunch with Velvette. Anyways, welcome to the V Tower, my good friends. Please, make yourselves at home.”

Hardy - “I wouldn't call ourselves friends, Vox. More like temporary allies.”

Vox - *dismivied* “Sure, sure. Whatever you say. Please, follow me.”

Charlie - “I want to thank you so much for helping us.”

Vox - “Oh, I'm not doing to help you. I'm doing it for me. Spoiler Sam has been leaking out my secret projects for some time and I want him to be stopped, no matter the cost.”

Charlie - *deflated* “I see, okay.”

Liz - “So how are you planning to stop him?”

Vox - “By pinpointing where he will hide next. So far, he's been moving and hiding into different buildings to continue his work. I just need to figure out the pattern and pinpoint his next hiding place.”

Hardy - “Huh that should be easy to figure out.”

Vox - “He's a fast mover, so we'll need to catch him faster than he could run and hide. It’s like trying to catch a road runner. Luckily, I have something that can make us move faster than a Road Runner. Behold!”

Vox reveals a large ray machine.

Vox - “I call it The Cyberspace Jumper VVV. This will allow us to zoom through cyberspace in a blink of an eye.”

Hardy - *unsured* “Is it safe? Better yet, does it work?”

Vox - *scoff* “You kidding? Everything I create works!”

Blitz - *annoyed* “Oh yeah? What about those futuristic toasters you built that could blow up half an entire street?”

Liz - “And those remote control hovercar toys that have poor wireless connection?”

Vaggie - “And should we mention The Calculator Incident?”

Vox - *annoyed* “Oi! I was proven innocent on trial! You can't pin that on me! I mean they work better than the shit Alastor has! Bet the guy doesn’t even know was a iPhone is.”

Hardy - “Actually, his are more efficent, despite being retro.”

Vox - *grumbles* “Do you want my help or are you here just to criticize my technology?”

Hardy - *deflated* “Yes please.”

Vox - “Then I will need one of you volunteer to be sent to Spoiler Sam's next hideout. Anyone willing to jump through cyberspace?”

Hardy - *quickly* “I’ll do it.”

Vox - *claps hands together* “Splendid! Step right in front of the ray and I will fire it up!”

Charlie - *worried* “Wait, is it safe?”

Vox - *smug* “Princess, please. I tested it so many times until I am 100% certain that it is now safe.”

Blitz - *deadpanned* “What happend to the other test subjects that didn't get 100% safety?”

Vox - “They had some minor changes to themselves but they are fine now.”

Blitz - *worried* “Minor changes?”

Angel - *worried* “By "minor changes", you mean they've been misshapen, mutated, and mutilated?”

Charlie - *whispers to Vaggie in worried tone* “I am starting to have second thoughts of asking Vox's help now.”

Vaggie - “Well what do you expect from trusting a guy like him? He can backstab us for all we know or use us as lab rats for his stupid techonogly.”

Vox - *offended* “Hey, I said that I am now 100% certain it is now safe!”

()()()()()()()()

Hardy steps in front of the ray machine as Vox sets up the device.

Vox - “Okay, I will be transporting you to Spoiler Sam's next hiding spot, so once you spot him, grab him before he gets away.”

Hardy - “Alright that sound easy enough.”

Vox - “Now stand perfectly still.”

Vox begins to power up the ray as Hardy stands ready. Everyone watches with tenseness.

Vox - “Firing in 3...2...1...Now!”

The ray zaps Hardy, and within a flash, he disassembles into pixels and enter the computer screen.

Hardy - *shocked* “Whoa…Okay I have to admit, this is pretty cool but weird at the same time.”

As he said that, his disassembled pixels zoom through cyberspace like the speed of light.

In an unknown building, an old computer's screen turns on and Hardy's come out of the screen, reassembling him back to normal.

Hardy - *dizzy* “Now I know how emails feel when they get sent.”

Hardy shakes his head to restore his senses. Then he saw that he was in a different location of Hell.

Hardy - “Huh. It actually worked.”

Just then, he hears something from the other side of the room. Hardy sneaks up at the door and peeps through the edge. There, he sees a glowing humanoid of electrical energy.

Hardy - *whispers to himself* That must be Spoiler Sam. Spoiler Sam must be some sort of computer virus demon. That would explain how he manages to pirate all those movies without getting caught. *determined* But I’m not going to let him ruin my movies!”

Spoiler Sam - *evilly laughs* “Another victory for me! Soon, I will be the greatest cybercriminal that all of Hell has ever seen. Now, for my latest spoiler: Bruce Lee's Comeback!”

Hardy - *gasps* “Oh no you don't!”

Hardy jumps through the door and grabs Spoiler Sam.

Spoiler Sam - *shocked and confused* “What the fuck?!”

Hardy - “I’m not letting you ruin anymore of my movies!!”

Hardy and Spoiler Sam struggled until Spoiler Sam zaps Hardy with a touch of his electrical finger, causing him to recoil against the wall. Even adding some chains on the walls that held Hardy’s wrists.

Spoiler Sam - *laughs* “Fool, you'll never stop me!”

Spoiler Sam jumps into another computer screen.

Hardy - *grunts* “I gotta warn the others about this!”

Hardy grunts but was struggling to break free. It must be pretty tough chains that Spoiler Sam use on him. But he’s not going to give up and let him win.

Hardy - *struggles* “Come on! You handle tougher things than this!”

With enough willpower, Hardy manages to break himself free and goes to find a phone to call the others back at V tower.

Hardy - “Come on pick up pick up!”

Then the phone rang and Charlie picked up.

Charlie - “Hello?”

Hardy - “Spoiler Sam got away! He’s in the computers now!”

Charlie - *shocked* “What?! How?!”

Hardy - “Spoiler Sam is a living computer virus! He was glowing, he was able to zap me, and everything!”

Charlie - *realized it* “Of course! That how he’s able to hack into internet and spoil everything.”

Vox - “In that case, I have something that could catch him. I'll bring you back to the tower.”

Before Hardy knows it, it he was disassembled into pixels again and entered zoomed through cyberspace.

()()()()()()()()

Charlie and the group stand together to wait for Hardy's arrival. But just when his pixels reassembled, his entire body looks like a mess.

Hardy - *screams* “I'm misshapen! Mutated! Mutilated! I'm not pretty anymore!”

Everyone gasped in horror at what they are seeing, but then Hardy reveals that he was perfectly fine and was fooling with them.

Hardy - *smiles* “Psyche!”

Angel - *laughs* That’s a good one!

Vox - “Oh I should use that sometimes! Anyway you said this Sam bastard is a computer virus?”

Hardy - “Yeah that’s right. Right now he spoiling movies. But I think he will end up revealing people private messages.”

Vox - “Well, I have another invention that will capture a living computer virus.”

Vox have everyone turn their attention to a giant electronic box.

Vox - “I call this the Virus Containment Recepticale. Not to be confused with the obsolete VCR videocassette recorder.”

Sophie - “What's a VCR?”

Hardy - “It's a device that allows you to watch video tapes. It's the old way of watching movies before DVDs and streaming.”

Blitz - “How do you know that?”

Hardy - “It was still thing in the 90's when I was young.”

Vox - “Yeah good things those shits are now obsolete.”

Vaggie - *unsure* “You sure those VCR things can help us?”

Vox - “I tested it on myself. It works like a charm. Granted, it took Valentino and Velvette to figure out how it works for 7 hours to release me, but in the end, they decided to bust it because it was too complicated. Plus they aren’t smart enough like me when it comes to things like that.”

Blitz - *snarks* “And yet, he still get his ass kicked by Al.”

Angel Dust snickered at that comment while Vox just scowled at him with a cross-popping vein on his head. But this didn’t scare Blitz at all.

Blitz - “What? It’s the truth? You want me to lie?”

Vox - *huffed* “Anyways, all we need is a plan to lure Spoiler Sam into this trap.”

Hardy - “Or better yet, what we need is bait. Something that Spoiler Sam cannot resist in getting his hands on.”

Sophie - “Oh like a video game?”

Vox - “No, Spoiler Sam is all about leaking private stuff and spoilers. It needs to be something juicy, something scandalous, something that can shake Hell to it's core, or at the very least, Pentagram City.”

Alastor voice - “Perhaps I can be of assistant.”

Vox - *shocked* “What?! How did you get in?”

Alastor - *deadpanned* “It’s called a door my good friend. I assume you knew what it was.”

Vox - “That's impossible! I specifically added security measures that would prevent you from coming in!”

Alastor - *mockingly* “Ooohhh, so that's what those are for.”

Everyone looked where Alastor was looking and see that many of Vox's security defenses are in bad shape and sparking.

Vox - *angry* “You got about 5 minutes to get your old radio ass out of my place or I’ll make you leave!”

Alastor - “Alright but if I leave now you won’t know how to catch that Sam character you are after.”

Vox - *confused* “Wait, what are you saying?”

Alastor - “I happen to have a little secret that can really bring Sam's attention.”

Vox - *doubtful* “Really? Wait are you lying?”

Alastor - “Have I ever lie?”

Everyone - *deadpanned* “Yes.”

Alastor - *shrugs* “Well then. I guess you don’t need my help.”

Vox - *pleading* “Now, wait-wait-wait-wait! We didn't say that. We were just joking around! I mean you love a good joke don’t ya?”

Alastor - “Only when they are funny.”

Vox - “Anyways, what are you suggesting for as bait?”

Alastor - “Oh, it's one of my deepest, darkest secrets. If someone were to get their hands on it, they surely have the means to defeat me.”

Vox - *excited* “Oh that’s perfect! Let’s do it!”

Charlie - *worried* “Wait Alastor, you sure you wanna use your secrets? I know how these things are special to people.”

Alastor - *pats her head* “Trust me, my darling demon belle. Don't you worry your pretty little head. You just let Uncle Alastor handle this.”

Charlie - *unsure* “Well alright then.”

Alastor - “Now then, how do I install a secret?”

Vox - “Just write it on a piece of paper and I will store it inside the VCR.”

Alastor - “Alrighty then sound easy enough.”

Alastor magically pops out a pen and piece of paper and writes it down. Once it was finished, he folded into small size and hands it to Vox. Vox places the folded paper inside a cube and it vanishes inside the VCR.

Vox - “Now we just need to let Sam know about the secret's existence. I will inform my associate, Velvette, to spread word about it in the media. *excited* Oh man I can’t believe you actually spilled one of your secrets Alastor. Then again Hell do like good gossips.”

Alastor simply smiles as Vox makes a call to Velvette and she answers in a sour mood.

Velvette - *deadpanned* “What do you want, Vox?”

Vox - “Where’s Val?”

Velvette - “Picking up some whores on the street. He was taking too long so I decided to ditch him.”

Vox - *bragging* “Well, I got some T for you Vel.”

Velvette - “Is it better than the last one? Because that quickly became old news like an hour ago.”

Vox covered the speaking part of his phone with his hand and whispers to Velvette. As she listens, her face slowly crept up a smile. It grew into a bigger smile as Vox is telling her.

Velvette - *squealing* “Oooh I can’t wait to post that online!!”

Vox - *impatient* “Well, get right on it!”

Velvette - “Yes sir!”

Velvette starts spreading the word online all across Hell's online system, from social media to online news. Charlie felt vibrating on her phone and saw how her notification had the news about Alastor’s secret.

Charlie - “Man she’s really fast.”

Hardy - “I'll say. Now, how will we know that Sam took the bait?”

Suddenly, sirens blare around the tower.

Vox - “That's how.”

Hardy - “Quick! Let see what’s he doing.”

Vox presses a button and a large screen comes down to reveal Spoiler Sam zipping through the V Tower's network, reaching his way to Alastor's secret.

Spoiler Sam - “You're mine!”

But just when he finally reached it, the entire area gets surrounded by walls, trapping him inside a cube.

Spoiler Sam - *shocked* “Hey?! What the fuck?! Let me out!!”

Hardy - “We got him!”

Spoiler Sam - *mad* “Hey! Let out of here!”

Hardy - “Not happening, bub. This is what you get for pirating movies and spoiling them.”

Angel - “Yeah, not cool, sparkplug!”

Spoiler Sam - “Bah, no matter, I still have Alastor's secret within my hands! I will just read it out loud and every one of you will know!”

Alastor - *shrugs* “Fine by me.”

Spoiler Sam - *disbelief* “Wait are you serious?”

Charlie - *worried* “But Alastor it’s your secret! Who knows what could happen to you?”

Alastor says nothing and just smiles. Spoiler Sam, ignoring what he said, opens the paper to read it, only to find that it says "Vox loves Cocks".

Spoiler Sam - *shocked, confused, and angry* “What the-- Vox loves Cocks! That's no secret!”

Alastor - “Well of course, everyone knows that.”

Everybody laughs except for Spoiler Sam and Vox.

Vox - *furious* ALASTOR YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Alastor - *laughs* “Oh come now, Vox. Do you really think that I would be stupid enough to let out one of my secrets, especially to the likes of you? Just seeing you believing that make me think even lower of you.”

Alastor snarls as his screen face turn red and glitches out of anger.

Vox - *buffering* “I’ll D-DESTROY Y-Y-YOU.”

The anger cause Vox to cause a huge black out.

Hardy - “Maybe we should get out of here before he reboots.”

Blitz - “Good idea.”

Sophie - “Yeah it’s too dark in here.”

Spoiler Sam - “Wait, what about me?! You're not going to leave me in here, are you?”

Angel - “Well, think of it this way. Would you rather take your chances with Vox or with the Radio Demon?”

Spoiler Sam looks at Alastor and he gives him a nerve-wrecking smile that screams terror, causing Spoiler Sam to tremble.

Spoiler Sam - *trembling* “Y-You're right, I'll stay here.”

Charlie - “Also you gotta promise to stop spoiling things.”

Liz - “Especially good movies!”

Spoiler Sam - “And what if I don't?”

Charlie nonchalantly points her finger at Alastor, who again, gives him a sinister smile, which makes Sam tremble again.

Spoiler Sam - *scared* “Okay.”

With that settled, Hardy and the gang leave the tower with Spoiler Sam staying inside the VCR.

()()()()()()()()()

After explaining the situation is now solved to King Lucifer, he reports it to Heaven, and as thanks, he convinces Heaven to let Hardy and the gang have the chance to see Bruce Lee's movie.

Hardy - *estastic* “Oh this is going to be the best day of my life!!”

Everyone is sitting inside Lucifer's personal movie theater room as Lucifer comes in with loads of movie snacks and drinks for everyone to enjoy.

Lucifer - “Here you go guys! Make sure you don’t eat too much or you will throw up. I don’t wanna clean up vomit.”

Charlie - “Thanks dad.”

With that, everyone gets settled as Lucifer starts the movie for everyone to watch.

The End.

[shinysam29]

Parents - Ominis x Carina(OC)

NOTE: Author does not support transphobia or J. K. Rowling. I just love this game and it’s characters.

It was the middle of the semester of their sixth year and Carina was standing with Cressida, smiling and laughing as Ominis approached with his wand up guiding him. Carina smiled at him and grabbed his hand when he got close enough.

“Morning, love. Hope you slept well.” Ominis smiled, bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss.

“I did. I hope you slept well also.” Carina smiled as she laced her fingers with his. “Cressida is here too.”

“Hello, Ominis.” Cressida said with a smile.

“Oh, hello Cressida. Hope you are well today.” Ominis nodded in her direction, rubbing his thumb across Carina’s knuckles.

As the three began to chat a letter was brought to them and landed in Carina’s hands. She read it and raised an eyebrow.

“A letter came for you Ominis.” Carina looked at it, frowning a bit. “From your parents.”

“What does it say?” Ominis asked, a deep frown on his face.

“I’m not sure, let me-“ Carina went to open it to read to him and the letter began yelling at them.

“OMINIS GAUNT HOW DARE YOU LOCK LIPS WITH A DIRTY MUDBLOOD TRAMP! YOU ALREADY CANT SEE WHY FURTHER SULLY OUR FAMILY NAME! USELESS BOY YOU WILL GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND TOSS HER ASIDE OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO DEAL WITH THINGS OURSELVES! BEHAVE YOURSELF YOU WORTHLESS CHILD OR YOU WILL REGRET YOUR CHOICES!” The howler yelled, gathering the attention of everyone.

Cressida’s jaw had dropped and Carina’s face was red with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and sadness. Ominis just stood there for a moment in shock of the letter before growing furious and squeezing Carina’s hand a bit.

“Those stupid- I hate them all so much!” Ominis exclaimed angrily, causing anyone who had stopped around them to speed walk away.

“Watch out, the Gaunt might curse us for listening.” Some whispered.

“Such foul language and right in front of his girlfriend too? How awful.” Others whispered.

Ominis was growing more angry as he let go of Carina’s hand and went to go.

“I’m sorry, Carina. I can’t. I’m no good for anyone. Just like they said I’m worthless and I can’t even see the smile I love to hear in your voice. I need to go. I’m sorry, Carina.” Ominis went off and when Carina went to go after them Cressida held her back.

“Let go, I need to go see him!” Carina tugged her hand away and huffed. “I hate them for saying those things about Ominis!”

“What about what they said about you? They were disgusting using those words about you. You’re nothing but wonderful.” Cressida furrowed her eyebrows and adjusted her glasses.

“I don’t care what they said about me, Cressida. I’m concerned about Ominis. He’s taking this hard.” Carina mumbled sadly.

“I’m sorry. Why don’t you try and find him? Do you know where he might be?” Cressida asked, frowning.

“I know exactly where he is.” Carina spoke with furrowed eyebrows. “Hold on Ominis, I’m on my way.”

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Ominis was in the Undercroft and he heard the clicks of the hidden door being opened. He turned his ear towards it.

“Go away Sebastian, I bet Carina told you everything. I’m nothing but a worthless-“

“OMINIS! Don’t you even dare finish that sentence!” Carina exclaimed angrily before rushing over and grabbing his face in her hands. “I’m not upset at the letter, well I am but only about what they said about you. You’re my favorite person in the world, Ominis, nothing a stupid howler from your parents could ruin.”

“But Carina, they called you horrible things and they were right about me being worthless. I can’t even see your face. I can’t view the face of the girl that I love most of all and that makes me so sad and angry and I just- I just want to see you, if even once.” Ominis admitted what was truly bothering him, wrapping his arms around Carina’s waist and holding her close to him.

“Ominis… I’m nothing to look at really…” Carina mumbled as she touched their foreheads together.

“That’s not true. I’ve heard the way other boys speak of you. They say you’re beautiful and-“ Ominis stops and frowns deeply as he reached a hand up to trace her facial features. “They say that I don’t deserve you. That I can’t appreciate you fully without seeing you. That I’m not worthy of your love.”

“Oh Ominis, that's horrible. Who said that?” Carina furrowed her eyebrows before Ominis smoothed his fingers along her scrunched up forehead.

“Don’t worry about that. I just want to see you.” Ominis traced his thumb across her plump lips before leaning in and kissing her gently.

Ominis’s lips moved against Carina’s as he continued to trace along her face. His lips trailed from her lips to her jaw before stopping just next to her ear.

“Do you have freckles?” Ominis whispered against her skin, a few fingers tracing the curvature of her nose.

“I do. My eyes are blue, my hair is long and red, and I have a normal body type or so I’m told.” Carina smiled, leaning her cheek on Ominis’s head.

“Ha! Normal?” Ominis chuckled a bit as he kept his lips hovering just above her skin, trailing them down her neck and kissing her throat. “From what I’ve felt your body is phenomenal…”

The combination of the whisper and the feeling of his lips on her throat caused Carina to shudder and wrap her arms around Ominis’s waist. She let out a soft noise as he lightly bit down on her soft, sensitive skin.

“Ominis, you- You make it hard to think most of the time. You’re so beautiful it hurts and I’m the one who’s lucky.” Carina breathed out her words as Ominis’s hands made their way down her front to slide under the hem of her shirt to caress her stomach. “I love you more than you’ll ever know. I just hope you love me the same.”

“Oh darling, I love you more than I ever thought possible. You’re breathtaking with your words and kindness. I’m glad I met you.” Ominis smiled as he began to make slow work of the buttons on her shirt. “Let me make love to you?”

“Of course.” Carina smiled gently as she leaned towards him to press a kiss to his nose. “You May touch me any way your heart desires, dearest. I’m so happy to be with you in this way.”

“As am I…” Ominis whispered as he pressed his lips to her collarbone once her shirt was open, lips trailing kisses along her chest and down her stomach. “Thank you for loving me despite my horrid family.”

“Of course, love. You aren’t like your family. You’re just you. Don’t let anyone else say otherwise.” Carina blushed a bit as Ominis’s lips found her breasts. “Please continue, darling. I love you.”