#i hope that bastard cop is rotting in jail

[sp-kvt]

Dude people are getting stupider and more heartless everyday

That's traumatic, I feel horrible for her family having to be told she was shot and killed for having a boiling pot of water and making a light hearted joke

SHE EVEN SAID AT FIRST "don't hurt me", how horrible can you be to do such thing to an innocent woman?

She did nothing, She deserved better than that. May she rest above in the heavens in peace

[ilovewhiteroses]

Keeping Secrets - Part 3.

Pairing: The Corinthian x Cop Reader Genre: Thriller, drama Warnings: Swearing, horror, smut Rating: 18+ Series Summary: After it turns out you’re both working on the same case, you and The Corinthian team up to track down one of the country’s most dangerous criminals. Although you are getting to know each other better, he still has some dark secrets…

YOU "What the fuck are you doing?" you yelled to Cori, who almost had a heart attack when he saw you. You walked up to him and started punching his chest.

"How could you do this? You fucking sadistic murderer!” you hit him as hard as you could, he could barely hold you down.

“Y/N, wait, let me explain!” he said in despair.

"There is nothing to explain about this, I'm calling Kirkland! I hope you will rot in jail for the rest of your life!” you yelled and pulled out your phone, which Cori took out of your hand in an instant. You tried to take the phone back, but Cori wouldn't give it, so you kicked him in the leg, which he didn't even feel. After a few minutes of fighting, Cori held you tightly by the arms so you couldn't attack.

"Fuck, you shouldn't have seen this! Please don't call the lieutenant, just try to calm down. We'll go home and I'll explain everything. I know what I did was horrible, but believe me, I had a good reason for it!” he said, trying to calm you down. You were really upset, the last time you cried like this was when Robert died. You felt as if your heart had been broken. Cori hugged you and you stood there like that for a while. When you managed to calm down a bit, Cori took you in his arms and put you in his car, then drove you home, because you couldn't drive in this condition. He took you into the guest room and laid you on the bed. He put your phone on the nightstand opposite you and asked for your car keys so he could go back to get your car.

CORINTHIAN When he got home, he sat down on the sofa, put his sunglasses on the coffee table and buried his face in his hands.

He fucked it up. He got busted in front of you. How will you be able to work together after this?

It was a good thing that weekend came, otherwise none of you would have been able to go to work under such circumstances. He wondered what to do. Obviously, he should tell you what he can, but after that… He tried to look at the possible options. The only solution would be to kill you…

No. Just the thought made his stomach turn. On the one hand, Kirkland and the others would immediately notice your sudden disappearance, and on the other, because he was unable to. You were too important to him for that…

Either way, he has to convince you that what he did was right. Corinthian laid down on the couch and tried to calm himself by saying that maybe he hasn't lost you yet and you'll give him another chance...

 YOU You woke up late the next morning. You looked at the nightstand and saw that your phone and car keys were there. You were still half asleep, but you got yourself some clean clothes and went to shower. When you were done, you went to the kitchen, running into Cori.

"Hello! How are you? Were you able to sleep?” he asked kindly and tried to force a smile on his face. As you looked at him, his smile quickly disappeared as immeasurable sadness and hatred shone from your eyes.

"As soon as I've had my coffee, we'll sit down and you'll tell me everything." you said in a slightly sleepy, but angry voice. Cori had to gulp.

 CORINTHIAN Half an hour later, you were sitting opposite each other on the two sofas in the living room. You sat leaning back with your arms folded, Corinthian ruffling his hair nervously.

The moment of truth has come.

"Well, about what you saw last night. I know it was terrible, but believe me, the bastard deserved it. He stole, cheated, lied and abused people.” You gave him a cynical look.

"Really? And how do you know these things?”

"I looked in the police database among wanted criminals and based on my methods I managed to track him down. And he wasn't the only one, there were others besides him."

"What? You killed more than one?” you asked shocked.

"Yes, but only bad people. There were those who were released because there was not enough evidence against them, but I knew that they were awful and I went after them. I figured out where they were, and then…” he didn't continue, because you could have guessed the end.

"So you kill bad people."

"Yes." Corinthian said through gritted teeth, knowing he was only telling half the truth. In fact, his victims included innocents, such as the recent ones, the smoking woman and the guy from the bar.

He was nervously waiting for what you were going to say. He could see that you were really thinking about something.

"So, if I understand correctly, instead of telling your police colleagues where and what kind of criminals are on the loose, you kill them as a kind of second job."

"That's right." he said. It seemed he managed to get you to believe his half-truths.

"No matter who you kill, you are still a murderer." you said.

Yes. A murderous nightmare with teeth-eyes.

 You looked in front of you silently for a while, while Corinthian was extremely nervous deep inside. A lot depended in those few minutes.

"Look, we live in such a fucked up, crazy world and I've seen and heard so much weird shit during my job that I shouldn't be surprised. Even if bad people end up in prison, sooner or later they would be killed there anyway. You go ahead of this and, even if in a brutal way, you bring justice to the world and to the victims." you have summarized your thoughts. Corinthian 's mouth dropped open for a moment, even he, himself could not have articulated his actions so well.

"Do you understand now?" he asked and held out his hand to you. You lowered your arms and took his hand.

"Yes. I'm glad you told and that you were so honest with me." as soon as you said that, he flashed a forced smile and felt a sting in his heart.

If you only knew the real truth…

 YOU It's been a few weeks since the talk. You still had to digest the fact that Cori was a murderer, even if he killed awful people. You couldn't do anything, you accepted the situation.

The joint work also progressed well, you felt that you were getting closer to the Shark and soon, at the right moment, you could catch him.

It was Saturday night and you were going home from a date. You didn't like dating apps, but now you tried one and met a man who owns a car dealership. This time, Cori didn't go out to have fun, he stayed at home. He was in the kitchen baking frozen pizza in the oven because he didn't have the patience to wait for it from the pizzeria.

"Hey! How was the date?" he asked curiously.

"It was terrible! Based on his picture, the guy seemed nice and intelligent, but it turned out that he is a huge jerk, and is also married. As soon as I found that out, I left!"

"Oh shit! I thought he would be the one for you and I would be your best man at the wedding!" Cori said, pretending to cry, then laughed. You rolled your eyes, but you also had to laugh.

"How about the two of us eat this pizza and have something to drink?" he asked as he took out the freshly baked meal.

"Oh, that sounds good! I'll have a quick shower and put on something comfortable."

 The pizza was gone and you were through a few rounds of wine, and when that ran out, Cori took out a bottle of vodka. You were pretty tipsy and, of course, adult topics were discussed. Cori just told you about his wildest sex adventures.

"Wait, wait! How can it be... I mean, how can someone have sex with two women and a man at the same time?

"Oh, believe me, it is possible! I was able to pay attention to everyone and in the end, no one complained." he said mischievously.

"I swear I should learn from you! I'm a fan of classic sex. Me, a partner and the bed, maybe the sofa, or table... you know, possible surfaces suitable for it. Mine seems pretty boring compared to your sex life”

"Don’t say that! Just do what you want in the bedroom, isn't that what it's all about? About having fun!” he said and you nodded vigorously. As a result of the drink, you managed to release your inhibitions and the chemistry between you two got intense…

Even with the sunglasses covering half of his face, Cori was a really hot guy, and his deep voice… hmm, so sexy!

Driven by a sudden idea, you put your hand on his thigh and caressed it, while you looked at him, hoping he wouldn't mind. He didn't mind at all, in fact, he started stroking your back. Your hand slowly slid up to his chest and you caressed him there as well, he grunted in satisfaction and smiled. You looked deeply into each other's eyes and slowly leaned towards each other, kissing tenderly. The touch of Cori's soft lips made you completely swoon. The initial, careful kiss soon became more and more passionate, Cori tilted his head slightly to the side to deepen it, while you reached into his pants and felt his already hard cock through his underwear. You stopped the kiss and quickly took off your clothes, then you fell back on the couch and continued kissing there. Cori slowly kissed your body, then knelt down on the ground and started caressing your most intimate part, then kissed you there too. The feeling made you moan softly and grip the edge of the couch when you felt his tongue on you. He licked it slowly, then alternated between sucking and licking until you came.

"I'll put on a condom, you'll be on all fours by then, raising your ass up." he said, biting his lip in excitement. You turned and positioned yourself as he said.

You knew he was back when you felt the couch sag slightly as he positioned himself behind you.

 CORINTHIAN "Hmm, what a sight!" he said with satisfaction and stroked your butt, which was just as perfect as in his shower fantasy. He slapped his cock against your entrance and then inserted himself into you. You had to moan out loud at the feeling as he filled you. He started to move inside you, and not long after, you were moving in rhythm at the same time. When you felt yourself close, Corinthian pulled out of you and stood up.

"Come on, let's do it at the wall!" You also stood up, then he took you in his arms, you wrapped your legs around him and hugged him around the neck. He was holding your waist with one hand, put his cock inside you with the other and you leaned against the wall. He moved his cock in and out of you, while your back kept rubbing against the cold wall, but you didn't care. You closed your eyes and buried your face in his neck, letting the desire take you even more.

 YOU You were so preoccupied with the Shark case that you forgot about your own desires and needed a hearty romp. You thought it was good you moved out of the hotel, because you were moaning so loudly and lustfully that you would have been banned for disturbing others. When Cori felt that he was getting closer to orgasm and his knees were slowly giving out, he slid to the floor with you and you continued fucking there…

The next morning you woke up with a headache and realized that you were not lying in your own bed. You looked behind you and Cori was asleep with the sunglasses on. You wanted to take it off, but remembered what he told you, so you didn't do it. You very carefully got out of bed because your whole body ached from last night’s sexercise.

At first you felt guilty for sleeping with a co-worker, but since you were just a guest both at Cori's and the police station, you quickly let go of that feeling.

There was something sinfully sexy about being and working at the station during the day and enjoying each other's company and bodies at night. You especially enjoyed the fact that you became bolder in bed, you also tried things that you had never done before, for example, having sex in front of a mirror or masturbating in front of each other.

Meanwhile, the Shark case continued. You managed to catch a few more of his men, but you noticed that you've been finding more and more of Johnny's people dead lately. Kirkland and the others suspected that it was probably the Shark himself that killed them, but you knew they were all Cori's victims because he told you. Your old self would have told Kirkland about this right away, but now you had to keep secrets from him and the team, which made you feel quite uncomfortable.

If that wasn't enough, after the interrogation of one of Batts' men, you found out that your former partner, Robert was indeed in Johnny's gang, even before you got the case. You were devastated when you found that out, because you never thought that your late, good friend was actually a two-faced asshole. When you and Cori got home, you punched the wall so hard it was a wonder you didn't break any bones. He could only stand there and watch you walking up and down in anger.

"I can’t believe it! That fucking bastard! How could he do that?” you held your head.

"Well, money can change even the most sane person." Cori said diplomatically, unable to think of something better. You looked at him, went up to and kissed him.

"I want you, right now!" your anger turned into excitement and you wanted to relieve the tension built up in you with mindblowing sex. The nightmare didn't need more, he took you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

A few minutes later, your clothes were scattered on the bedroom floor and you were riding him hard, with such intensity that the bed was creaking beneath you. Later, you were both lying on the bed, on your sides, and Cori entered you from behind. You gripped the sheets and screamed in pleasure as you wanted him to fuck you so hard you could barely walk. The more angry you were, the wilder you wanted the sex.

A few days later, when you calmed down a bit and your legs recovered, you were about to go to the police station. Cori had to go in earlier because he got a phone call. You closed the front door and went to your car. You put your backpack on the back seat and were about to get in when you saw a suspicious black van in the distance...

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[ternfic]

Reboot

Chapter Nineteen

Rex slowly rose to consciousness once more. His head throbbed where he’d been pistol whipped, and he could feel the beginnings of a caffeine withdrawal headache too. How long had he been out? He couldn’t hold back his sigh of relief when he spotted a water bottle sitting nearby. He grabbed it and yanked the cap off, not even bothering to twist it off, and had half of it chugged down before he realized he had company. He glowered.

“S’pose I gotta give you kudos for finally learning how to play dirty. Never thought you had it in you.”

Emmet, to his credit, didn’t even look guilty. Just tired. “I learned it from you.”

Another low blow. Rex fought not to flinch. “So what now? You gonna turn me over to your queen? Throw me in jail and leave me to rot for the rest of my life?”

Emmet shook his head. “I don’t think so. I told Watevra a little about what happened to you, I think she’s willing to be lenient. But it mostly depends on how your talk with her goes.”

“Jail it is then.”

“Why do you insist on being so obstinate?” Emmet huffed. Rex raised his eyebrows at the sound of his little brother using such big words. “You have a chance for a happy ending and it’s like you’re doing everything you can to avoid it. Why are you fighting it? Do you honestly enjoy being so miserable and angry and bitter all the time?!”

“…I don’t think I know any other way to be, at this point.”

“Just try?” Emmet sighed. “For me? I actually want you to be around to fight and butt heads with all the time.” Rex stared at him.

“But…”

“It’s in the past, Rex. You’ve been carrying this with you for far too long. It’s time to let it go.” Rex gripped the sheets covering his legs, blinking rapidly against the moisture welling in his eyes. Emmet scooted closer to sit on the edge of the mattress and wrapped his arms around Rex. “You’re not alone anymore, and you never will be again.”

Rex froze, it finally hitting him how Emmet now registered in his mind- no longer ‘past self’ but ‘little brother’. He could feel his temper flare, but also… an overwhelming sense of relief. He was so tired of fighting. He drew in a shuddering breath, his shoulders shaking. “You’re a little shit,” he hissed. “Sneaky underhanded bastard and I’m pissed at you, don’t think I’m not!” He couldn’t hold back anymore, and started sobbing into Emmet’s shoulder. “Why would you do this to me?!”

“Because I’m not willing to give up on you, you stupid jerk.”

Rex choked out a laugh. They sat like that for a long time.

Bad Cop was given a clean bill of health after being checked over by the palace’s doctor. His armor had taken the worst of the damage; all he would really suffer was some bruising, for which he was prescribed painkillers and restrictions.

Watevra slipped into the room as the doctor left. Bad Cop arched one eyebrow over his sunglasses. “Something we can help you with, Your Majesty?”

“Oh, no,” she said, flapping a hand at them. “Actually, I came with the hope of helping you.”

“Really?” Bad Cop seemed intrigued. “With what?”

“Sirius and I might have figured out a way to restore Good Cop’s face.”

Bad Cop tensed. “We don’t want anything to do with anything that he had a hand in coming up with.”

“I know what he put you through,” Watevra tried to soothe. “When Discord first rescued him, he told me everything he’d done as President.”

“Everything?” Bad Cop echoed, doubtful.

“Everything,” Watevra confirmed. “No details spared. I think he was trying to convince me he’d be a terrible choice for an advisor, but while he certainly puts on a convincing show…” She smirked. “There’s not much you can hide from an empath. I could feel the guilt eating away at him.” Still, even with the sunglasses hiding so much of his face, Bad Cop was clearly skeptical. “I can understand your hesitation. But even if you can’t trust him, can you at least trust me? I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I really do just want to help your people, to help you.”

Bad Cop relaxed minutely. “Seeing as how our entire conflict was based on one giant misunderstanding… I suppose I could try. What did you come up with?”

“It’s…” Watevra scratched her cheek as she thought. “I suppose it’s like one of Sirius’ relics, but one we created ourselves rather than discovered, and tested thoroughly. We’ve only used it on one person so far, a Duplo that had an unfortunate encounter with some form of acid that took off one of their eyes, but it worked. I’m confident we’ll be able to give Good Cop back his face. I’m sure it’s been exhausting for the two of you, for him to be hiding the whole time you’ve been here, and you to be fronting.”

“…It has been… in more than one way,” Bad Cop admitted. Watevra tilted her head. “Good’s the people person, not me.”

The Queen nodded. “I understand. There’s no need to hide anymore, though. And tomorrow morning we’ll begin the procedure. Doc says you should at least take tonight to rest first.” Bad Cop nodded.

“Thank you.”

“No problem!” Watevra chirped. “And one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“You really ought to tell Benny that you like him.”

Bad Cop spluttered. “Wha- how-”

“Empath, remember?” she giggled. “When you all came back from the Rexcelsior and he was supporting you, you felt all fluttery. I’ve sensed that enough by now to know what it is.”

Bad Cop’s face burned. “One, that’s hardly your business. Two, there’s no point to it anyway… I was there for your song. I know he’s not interested.”

Watevra blinked at him. “Well that explains that weird stabbing I felt… I mean it, though. Don’t be so quick to write yourself off.” She pulled herself upright again. “Ice Cream Cone should be on his way now, he’ll show you to your room. You and your friends are all welcome to stay in the palace for as long as you’d like.” She breezed back out of the room with a jaunty wave and a cheerful “good night!”, leaving Bad Cop to his thoughts.

Don’t be so quick to write yourself off.

Bad Cop bit his lip. Empath, he reminded himself.

Did that mean…

…he might actually have a chance?

I agree with her, Bad. I think you should tell Benny too, Good Cop chimed in.

“I…”

Good Cop’s consciousness brushed up against his own- the closest he’d ever be able to get to giving Bad a hug- supportive and reassuring. You can do it, Bad. But wait until tomorrow, it’s been an exhausting day for everyone.

Bad Cop nodded, and glanced back up as the Queen’s majordomo opened the door. He couldn’t deny that he was very much looking forward to falling face-first into a mattress and being dead to the world for as long as he was allowed.

[cocobeanncteez]

Ateez Hongjoong: Tame (Final Part)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 2.2k in this part. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

“What are you guys up to?” you questioned, plopping down on the couch beside Wooyoung. Yunho, Jongho, and San were seated on the opposite couch.

“Just talking about one of our hostages who we will kill tonight,” Yunho replied while playing with a rubik's cube.

“What did they do?” you asked.

“He tried to sabotage our latest drug deal with a secret dealer from Russia. We didn’t know how he found out about it, but he spilled the beans on his gang,” San answered. “So we don’t need him anymore.”

“Well… rest in peace, I guess,” you remarked, making Wooyoung snort.

“Would’ve been better if we killed Yang Daeyoung instead.”

You turned to look at him. “Who exactly is he? I’ve heard his name a few times, but I’ve never gotten the opportunity to ask.”

Jongho gently cleared his throat. “He’s the man who raped and murdered Hongjoong’s sister. Him and three of his men. He wasn’t from a very powerful gang or anything, but he does his work extremely well. He wanted to take us down, and he used Hongjoong’s sister as bait to trap him. Hongjoong refused to give up on Ateez. By the time we managed to track Hongjoong, the damage was already done.” You felt your heart break; you couldn’t even imagine what your boyfriend had to go through.

“Where is Yang Daeyoung now?” you asked.

“Rotting in our torture chamber as we speak.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Why haven’t you killed him yet?”

“We are looking for his child,” Hongjoong replied, joining the conversation. “The man has over five trillion won kept in a secret bank account. He also has information, good and bad, on every mafia gang and the corrupted politicians and locals involved. That’s why all gangs are still on the lookout for him even though we captured him eight months ago. He has a secret place somewhere in the world and only his child can access his possessions as he used iris pattern recognition. He has covered up everything though. We can’t find shit on any of his family members.”

“No amount of threatening or torturing works on him. We even told him that we’ll find his child and torture them,” Jongho added. “But he won’t reveal anything to us.”

“Maybe I can try?” you suggested. You did learn how to torture someone for information, but it wasn’t something you really enjoyed.

“Your chances are extremely low,” Wooyoung remarked.

“I’m aware of that. But even a little information could be helpful, right?”

“Go ahead then, sweetheart,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. “I’d love to see my girl torture that filthy bastard.”

You pecked his lips. “Then let’s go now, shall we?”

You made your way to the torture room, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung following you. Seonghwa joined you after finishing his work in the interrogation room, satisfied with how much information he was able to obtain. Jongho entered a passcode for one of the rooms, letting everyone inside.

The room was pretty dark and looked like a jail cell. You saw a plate of untouched food on the floor. There was a chair in the middle of the room and a cot at the end of the room where Yang Daeyoung was sleeping, his back facing you all, long chains attached from his hands to a pipe.

Wooyoung moved to the sleeping form, giving the man a kick on his back to wake him up. “Get up, fucker.”

Yang Daeyoung groaned in pain before sitting up, looking at the faces of everyone in the room. As soon as you made eye contact with the man, your heart dropped to your stomach.

His eyes widened. “Kiah?! What are you doing here?!”

The boys immediately turned to look at you. You weren’t able to utter a word due to how shocked you were at seeing your own father there. His hair was quite long and he had a long beard and moustache. There were a few scars on his face and arms.

“How do you know her?” Hongjoong interrogated.

“Run from here, Kiah! They’re gonna kill you,” your father yelled at you.

“Do you know him?” Seonghwa asked you, but you weren’t able to answer. You felt sick. You felt terribly sick that it was your father who raped and murdered your lover's sister.

Tears rolled down your eyes when you glanced at your boyfriend. How could you ever face him now?

“Kiah!” your father yelled, tugging hard on the chains, grabbing your attention. “Get out of here! They’re gonna torture you in front my eyes! They said they will find you and torture you!”

Hongjoong looked at you with an emotionless expression, finally understanding the situation. “You’re his daughter?” You couldn’t respond.

“Are you this bastard's daughter?!” he yelled at you. Before you could answer him, he rushed out of the room. You couldn’t help but cry, burying your face in your hands, feeling your heart ache.

Your father glared at you angrily. “Why are you involved with Ateez?! What is wrong with—"

“Shut up!” you shouted, cutting him off. “You’re fucking pathetic! How could you r-rape someone when you have a daughter?! How could you lie to me all these years that you’re a cop, when you’re nothing but a heartless monster!” you sobbed loudly, collapsing onto the floor. You felt someone kneel beside you, wrapping their arms around you.

“Get away from her, Park Seonghwa!” your father spat.

Seonghwa turned to glare at him. “Shut it,” he said, before helping you stand up, taking you to your room.

You blankly stared at the window of your room from your bed, watching the horizon darker as night was approaching. It has been four days since you last saw Hongjoong. You felt nothing but emptiness and agony. You didn’t know if he was at the mansion or if he went somewhere as you haven’t left your room at all ever since Seonghwa brought you to it. The girls tried to make you eat, but you barely had the appetite to.

You sighed, forcing yourself to get out of bed to take a shower even though you were going to crawl right back into it.

Stripping out of your clothes and entering the shower, you pushed the tap, letting the warm water soak you. Closing your eyes, you could feel a dull ache in your chest when you began to think of Hongjoong. A sob got stuck in your throat, but escaped a few seconds later. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sat down, hugging your propped up knees. Your sobs got louder, and your throat was aching, tears mixing with the water running down your face.

After spending a few minutes crying until you couldn’t anymore, you finally washed your body and your hair.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and another one for your hair. You exited the bathroom after putting some clothes on, having no strength to dry your hair with a blow-dryer. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a figure seated on your bed.

“I'm sorry…” Hongjoong apologized, getting off your bed and moving towards you. He stood in front of you with a pained expression on his beautiful face. You wondered how long he was waiting for you and you really hoped he didn’t hear you cry. Even if he didn’t, he could still tell you were crying as your red, puffy eyes gave it away.

“F-For what?” you stuttered, voice shaky.

Hongjoong sighed, looking down at his feet.  “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have left you alone when you were going through much worse. It was a shock for you too…”

Your eyes filled with tears. “I understand why you did it. It’s okay…”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay, baby. I’m ashamed of how I acted. You didn’t deserve that.”

You blinked, causing the tears brimming at your eyes to slide down your cheeks. Hongjoong reached up to cup your cheeks, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head in his hold. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. “Hongjoong, I-I think it’s best if we end things.” His eyes widened, heart aching due to your words. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could. “I’m the daughter of the man who raped and murdered your sister, Hongjoong. I-I can’t…” you paused, sobs taking over. “I can’t live with that fact. I can’t look at you without thinking about it.”

“I don’t care, Kiah,” he reached out to hold your hands, his own eyes filling with tears. “I love you. Do you understand? I fucking love you. Yes, I was furious when I found out that you were the daughter of that bastard, but you shouldn’t have to suffer because of him. You didn’t even know what he does for a living. It’s not your problem.”

You sniffled. “You don’t h-hate me?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Baby…” he sighed, pulling you into a hug, his own tears rolling down his beautiful face. “I could never hate you. Never. You’re the love of my life. Fuck, I can’t even live without you. These past four days… I felt like I was gonna go insane if I didn’t see you, but I had to give you some space.” You didn’t know what to say.

“There's no me without you,” he continued, gently pushing you away so that he could see your face. “So please… never try to break up with me again. I’d rather die than live without you,” he cried. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest while you both cried together. Hongjoong placed soft kisses onto your head, trying to calm himself and you down.

When your sobs stopped, he gently pushed you away so that he could look at your face. He cupped your cheek, titling your head back before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own in a soft kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against you. “I love you,” he murmured.

You smile slightly. “I love you more.”

Epilogue

 “Oh my god! We’re finally here!” Jiwoo squealed, running on the cooling sand. Ateez managed to find out the location of your father's secret hideout in Fiji with the help of Yeosang who used your iris pattern to track the computer. Ateez managed to receive all your father’s possessions and now you all had flown across Fiji for a mini vacation.

“Jiwoo's dream destination is Fiji and now we’re here,” San said, watching his girlfriend with love and adoration. You chuckled, watching San run after Jiwoo to join her little hyper session.

“We’re gonna go rest for a while,” Seonghwa stated, holding Aeji's hand.

Wooyoung smirked. “I know what that means,” he said, earning a smack on his head from the older man before the couple went to their beach house in the chain of houses.

Hongjoong took your hand in his, intertwining it. “We’re gonna rest too. See you all for dinner,” he said, dragging you along to your little beach house.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, sandals leaving prints on the sand, observing the various hues of orange, red, blue, and purple in the beautiful sky as the sun was setting. Hongjoong let go of your hand when you reached your beach house, pausing in his tracks. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he wasn’t going inside.

He cleared his throat, moving his hands to wrap around your waist. “You’re the only one who could tame my temper, as the boys always say," he started, making you giggle. “The only one who could make my heart beat so fast. I’ve never wanted anything more in life than to be with you. You aren’t just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. But now I’d like to change that,” he reached into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box.

Hongjoong got down on one knee, and you gasped, realizing what was about to happen. “I’d like to be upgraded from your boyfriend to your fiancé.” You chuckle at that and he opened the box, revealing a beautiful oval-shaped diamond ring.

“Moon Kiah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Yes!” you squealed, face beaming with happiness. Hongjoong took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He got up and you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. When you pulled away, he grinned before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you. Thank you for bringing light to my life.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too, Joong. So much.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

You couldn’t wait for this new chapter in your life, spending it with Hongjoong by your side for the rest of eternity.

[dominikadecember]

these two are such fuckers BOBBY!!!!! I love him. see if you spot a camera OMG PLEASE SAVE HER!!!!!! This fucking cow planned this????????? Bobby stop searching and get the girl out They're going to set him up, wtf??????? I hate them so much Peter Krause is so hot I know this cop actress, wasn't she in leverage??? OH I WILL STAB YOU BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT BRING UP BOBBY'S FAMILY YOU EVIL BITCH AND YOU EVIL BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope Bobby takes them down and they rot in jail Bobby keep quiet until there's a lawyer. Don't let her get to you. Keep quiet please. Oh thank God! They called Athena!!! Tamera is alive! Yay! They found the camera!!!

okay, let's buckle in, already can feel it's gonna be a wild one,

specifically avoided going on this hellsite so i wouldn't see any spoilers

[flowesona]

The Moon - Yandere! Jungkook x reader

The Tarot Series

“We can’t ignore reality, (Y/N).” Yoongi sighed, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his chest. “He’s dangerous. Even if the claims haven’t gone to court, you need to stay away from him.”

“He isn’t like that.” The young woman sniffed loudly. “Kookie wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” With his newly acquired police badge, Yoongi had felt a sudden protectiveness over (Y/N) and her fragile demanour. “Would you like to stay at my apartment tonight? It’s a lot safer.”

She nodded, curling her hand into his with a shy smile as he led her to his car. Yoongi was safe, he could be trusted. Even if her heart was calling out for Jungkook, and he could hear her loud and clear.

(Y/N) settled into the car seat, resting her head in the hopes that she could fall asleep and erase the past twelve hours, from Jungkook arriving home with a split lip and black eye, to Yoongi arriving that morning to show her the police report being filed against her boyfriend and offering her sanctuary.

However, her wishes of a peaceful nap were interrupted by her phone vibrating in her back pocket, and when she peeled her eyes open to see who was calling her she saw her beloved boyfriend’s name in bold print accompanied by the cute heart emoji he’d insisted she added to his contact.

She glanced to the right, seeing Yoongi was still focused on the road, and shakily pressed the accept call on her phone holding it up to her ear. She knew her friend would disapprove, but she wanted to hear from Jungkook, to be told that everything would be fine.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” The volume on her phone was way too loud, and Jungkook’s voice was heard by Yoongi.

“(Y/N). Hang up the phone.” He said, eyes still on the road but his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter until his knuckles were white. “He’s only trying to get you back. He’s dangerous.”

(Y/N) couldn’t find it in herself to respond, not to her boyfriend on the phone who was continuing to try and converse with her nor to Yoongi.

Thus, Yoongi left his right hand on the steering wheel and used his left to snatch the phone out of her hand and throw it out of the window, hearing the satisfying crunch as it hit the tarmac.

“We can get you a replacement. But for now, not giving him contact with you is of the utmost importance.”

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

As Yoongi lay awake that night, all that she could think about was Jungkook. Maybe he had been wrong? Jungkook loved (Y/N), that fact could not be disputed. And surely he should trust his friend’s intuition about her own boyfriend?

His stomach growled loudly, having missed out on dinner due to the sick feeling in his stomach. Thus, he crawled out of bed and plodded to the kitchen to find a packet of instant ramen. 

What he found, rather than the snack that was calling his name, was a shadowy figure prying open his window with a crowbar. Upon this sight Yoongi stumbled back in surprise, reaching out to find something he could protect himself with.

The intruder immediately looked up, alarmed. And even in the darkness of the night, his moon-lit features were unmistakable. 

“Jungkook?”

He was frozen in place. But at that point, there was no doubting it was him breaking into the house.

“Min Yoongi.” He swung his body fully through the window, closing it behind him. 

“Get out of my house!” He snapped. “If you’re not back out of that window in the next ten seconds, it is within my jurisdiction as a police officer to arrest you for breaking and entering.”

“We have some serious business. I’m not going anywhere.” Gone was the sweet boy that Yoongi had first been introduced to by (Y/N). This man was intimidating, cold and had a thirst for blood. No doubt, Jungkook was the man who’d assaulted her brother.

“You are not welcome in this home. If you’d like to have a discussion I can take you down to the station first thing tomorrow morning.” Yoongi hissed, keeping his voice low in fear of waking (Y/N) up. 

Jungkook didn’t reply, simply twisting the crowbar around in his hands with a frustrated gaze.

“Where is (Y/N)? She’s not at home. And I’m almost certain that’s due to your intervention.” The young man finally spoke up. “You were with her when I called her, and I want to know where you’ve taken her.”

“You’re a threat to her safety. She’s in a safe place.” Yoongi, in the dark, had managed to find his belt lying haphazardly on the sofa and was drawing the pepper spray and handcuffs out as smoothly and silently as possible.

“Tell me.” Jungkook replied simply. “Tell me, or I will beat your damn brains in Min Yoongi. Don’t test me.”

“Threatening a police officer? Not a smart move, Jeon. Drop your weapon and leave, and we can forget all this.” Yonngi’s heart was pounding, with the fear of what could happen to him, or even (Y/N).

“I don’t think so.” Before Jungkook could attack, he found himself wrestled to the ground, with Yoongi handcuffing his wrists and whispering his rights into his ear.

Jungkook was practically seething, trying to buck Yoongi off of him but finding himself completely immobilised. 

“I can’t wait to see you rot in jail for all you’ve done.” Yoongi said triumphantly, breathing heavily. “We’ll put you under a restraining order so you’ll never see (Y/N) again, you crazy bastard.” 

His words were enough to spark a new rush of energy from Jungkook, adrenaline from the thought of being separated from his beloved (Y/N).

He managed to push Yoongi away and struggle to his feet, thankful that his hands had mistakenly been cuffed in front of him by the newbie cop.

Finding the glass jug on the counter he smashed it into Yoongi’s face, resulting in him letting out a cry of pain and falling back clutching his now bleeding features.

All Jungkook could see was red, the desire to hurt Yoongi for his gross intervention into (Y/N)’s life blinding him to everything else.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

Unbeknownst to the intruder, (Y/N) had woken up when she heard Yoongi’s cry of pain and had immediately gotten out of bed and found her phone. God knows if Yoongi couldn;t handle them, (Y/N) had no chance, but first she had to assess the situation. She found her way through the dark hallway to the kitchen door, trying to qualm her fears as she heard more struggling. With no other option, she peeked around the doorway for a second.

Yoongi was on his knees, clutching at his neck. Someone was behind him, using the handcuffs on their wrists to apply more and more pressure. (Y/N) unknowingly let out a gasp, causing both men to notice their audience. With his attacker now in shock, Yoongi quickly removed the cuffs from around his neck and rolled out of the way.

“(Y/N)...?” She could never forget that voice. “(Y/N), baby, I missed you.”

“Jungkook? What are you doing here? And why… why were you just about to kill Yoongi?” 

For a few moments there was silence, intermittent with Yoongi’s heavy breathing as he tried to get his breath back. Jungkook just stared at (Y/N) like a deer caught in headlights, as she tried to process the situation.

“Now do you believe me (Y/N)? Look at him, he’s off his rocker!” Yoongi spat, still breathing heavily.

“If anything he’s the crazy one!” Jungkook shot back, eyes wide to convince (Y/N). “Look, he’s trying to tear us apart! He just doesn’t understand us, he thinks he knows better when ultimately he wants you all to himself.”

The back and forth was making (Y/N)’s head spin. She wanted more than anything to believe in Jungkook with all her heart. He’d been her world for nearly a year. The soft face of the boy who’d taken her out to the lakes to watch the sunset or spent nights curled up with her in bed when the heater broke could not be that of a psychopath surely. Yet she trusted Yoongi, perhaps even more than her own heart.

“Jungkook… you want me to come with you, right?” He cocked his head, a happy grin on his face.

“Come here baby, I’ve missed you so much.” He gestured to her with his cuffed hands. “Let’s go home.”

“But all of my stuff is here! Will you help me pack?” (Y/N) whined, subtly making eye contact with Yoongi as she spoke. Jungkook blushed and nodded.

“Just let me do one last thing.” He delivered a swift kick to Yoongi’s side, the officer doubling over in pain. Jungkook found the keys to his handcuffs and dropped his former bondage besides the cop mockingly before taking her hand. “Lead the way baby. Let’s hurry.”

(Y/N) tried as hard as she could to not give off any signs of what she was planning to do. Jungkook luckily hadn’t caught on to her. He was still running on adrenaline, all of his hope renewed by (Y/N) taking his hand.

“If you start packing your clothes-” As soon as Jungkook’s back was turned, (Y/N) knew she had one chance. To make things right.

She stealthily sought out the thick hardcover book. Whilst the woes of a middle aged woman and her alcoholism hadn’t made for an easy read, the novel was going to prove itself very useful to her. Without hesitation she brought it down on the back on his neck.

Jungkook crashed to the floor, but (Y/N) didn’t hesitate for a second in straddling the obsessive freak and calling out for Yoongi.

It hurt. So much to see the tears dripping down Jungkook’s beautiful face as he was once again restrained, the officer now taking no chances and tightening the cuffs until they dug into his skin. Even with Jungkook’s crestfallen disposition threatening to guilt (Y/N), she wasn’t ready to give in to him. She knew who he truly was.

[ma-gic-gay]

"Get. Out," Jason says, glaring at the mobster in front of him. "Aren't you supposed to be in a prison cell?"

"I was released on bail and wanted to see how-"

"Say her name and you'll be the one in the hospital bed."

"Is that a threat?"

"A promise," he smiles fakely, enjoying the fact he's the one with power in this situation. This sick bastard is the reason that his... Carly is traumatized and hurt.

"Please, leave," Carly requests softly. For a minute, Jason almost forgot she was there. He immediately goes back in his chair and wipes away her tears, which are coming fairly frequently. "I want him out of here and back in his cell."

"You heard the woman. Get out or I'll have security remove you."

"I own part of this hospital, Mr. Morgan. I'm on the board-"

"Not anymore," Michael answers, walking in with his kids and Willow. "Last night, the board took a vote. ELQ bought out your shares and the board decided you're no longer a part of it. So if I were you, I'd get out of here while you can still move."

"Are you threatening me, Mr. Corinthos?" Cyrus asks, amused. "That won't fly with anyone, really."

"You made a mistake, underestimating him," Willow chimes in. "I'd leave pretty quickly if I were you. After all, we know you're going back to Pentonville, where I look forward to you rotting in a prison cell until you die a slow, painful death."

"Ms. Tait-"

"It's Mrs. Corinthos, actually," she says, glaring at him while showing her engagement and wedding rings. "Because, you see, I love Michael and he loves me. That's what these beautiful rings mean. Something I doubt you'll ever be able to experience. Then again, maybe prisoners like knowing that their fellow prisoner is a kidnapper and rapist. Maybe not. I guess you'll find out."

"I have no reason to leave," Cyrus answers a non-existent question. "There's no need for me to. I just wanted to check on Carly. I do hope I can call you that, Mrs. Corinthos?"

"No," she answers, voice weak and tears still streaming down her face. "Please, leave. You know what you did to me. So do the cops, so does everyone else in this room. Enjoy your last few weeks of freedom if you insist, but otherwise, Cyrus, get the hell out of my room."

When he still refuses to move, Jason presses the "call" button near Carly's bed and Epiphany enters the room. "Mr. Renault. Unless you need medical attention, get out of this hospital."

"Nurse Johnson," he greets. "Nice to see you."

"Security!" Epiphany shouts instead of answering his greeting. "Cyrus is in 3115!"

A few moments later, a security guard enters and escorts Cyrus out, much to the man's protests. "I'm not doing anything wrong by visiting a friend!"

Epiphany casts a glance towards Carly, "You want a sedative or something?"

"No, thanks," the blonde responds, noticing her grandkids are in the room and breaking into a fake smile. "Hey Wiley, Ophelia! Did you two have fun playing with Donna and Avery yesterday?"

"Grandma, why are you crying?" Wiley asks. "And why aren't you at home?"

"I got a really bad booboo and so I'm stuck in here for a little while. Don't worry, bud, I'll be out of here and playing with you two again as soon as I can. Maybe we'll go get some ice cream to celebrate when I get out, how's that sound?" Carly asks her grandson, simplifying it greatly.

"Yay! Ice cream!" Wiley cheers while his sister just smiles.

"Hey, Mr. Wiley, I think you have to get to school," Michael says after glancing at his watch.

"But I want to help Grandma's boo-boos feel better!" He protests.

"Grandma needs her rest, Wiley. Tell you what, maybe your dad will take you here after school and you can tell her all about your day. How's that sound?" Jason offers, compromising.

"Will you make sure she gets her rest, Jason?" Wiley asks and they laugh at the young boy's concern.

"Yes, I will. But you've got to get off to school first."

"Okay. Bye bye, Grandma and Jason! I'll be back after school."

He waves as Michael takes him out of there, Ophelia still with Willow. "Ophelia, do you wanna say bye to her? Say bye bye," Willow urges, smiling.

Silence follows that. "She's being rude, sorry about that," she jokes before bringing her out to join Michael and Wiley in the car.

As soon as the door closes behind Willow, the silent tears multiply and Carly's loudly sobbing. "How did he get out, Jason? They promised me he'd go to jail, that he'd never see the light of day again. I know it's the PCPD, but they made a promise to me! And now he's walking around town, free to see me and make me feel like I'm back in that room and he's about to-" she trails off at one point, sobs overtaking her vocal cords.

"I don't know. I'm calling Diane; this isn't making any sense."

"No need to call, Jason. I'm right here. Heard Cyrus got let out?"

"He paid a visit to us, actually, only a few minutes ago," Carly says, abruptly ending her sobs.

"Well, the DA is going to take this case. Which means Robert Scorpio is your lawyer. I'm going to be assisting him, however, and I expect that Cyrus will be put away rather quickly. If he doesn't plead guilty, than you'll go to trial. His arraignment is happening tomorrow and he's out on bail until then. After that, he will be sent to Pentonville to either await trial or start serving his sentence," Diane summarizes quickly. "Carly, when are you expected to get out of here?"

"In a couple of days, but I think they'd let me out for a court date."

"You're not leaving until the doctor's deem it safe," Jason counters quickly. "If you can't go to the arraignment, I will. I'll tell you exactly what happened."

"Well if the doctors say I can go to court-"

"Look. I'll talk to the nurses and figure out what's going on here. You two can fight about this later. In the meantime, you need to be prepared for the possibility he'll plead not guilty and take this to trial." Diane interjects. "Robert will be by later today to discuss this with you."

"If he pleads not guilty and we go to trial, how fast can we get one?" Jason asks.

"A couple of weeks, probably. Which means keeping a low profile. No business talk, no crazy ideas. Just a coffee importer and a victim of what Cyrus did to you," Diane warns. "You two don't exactly have the best reputation."

"Hey, I'm a respectable businesswoman and he's a respectable businessman. We'll be fine," Carly smiles and Diane cocks an eyebrow at Jason.

"We won't do anything stupid."

"Good. I'm going to go talk to the nurses. Carly, rest up. We'll want you at court tomorrow." Diane says before leaving, her heels clacking along the tile.

"Don't tell me you want me to stay in the hospital," Carly says, starting up that argument again.

"I don't. But if it's the best way for you to heal-"

"It's not. I'm already bored to death and, as much as I enjoy your company, I want to be at home. Or at work. Back to running the world, you know? Not cooped up in this hospital bed, screaming every few hours because I feel like I'm back in that room above Jake's, which used to be such a fun spot but now it makes me want to die inside, thinking about it. Thinking about what he did, it taints almost all of our memories there and I think that's the worst part of it," the blonde admits, smiling through her tears.

"I can think, you know, about how we got our start, and when I focus on just you, it makes it all seem so much easier. When I don't, and I let my mind wander, somehow I end up thinking about what Cyrus did. I can't even indulge in nostalgia without thinking about him, Jason. The physical, yeah I'm sore but I'll be fine. Eventually, I won't have any physical mark of it. But the emotional one, what if it never goes away? What if whenever I think of us, and that little room, I always end up thinking about Cyrus? What then?"

"Then you'll just have to think of our other memories. At the penthouse, at any of your houses, with Michael, at the hospital, any of the years worth of other memories," he offers. "They're not our only good memories, Carly. They're just a few."

"My boy on the side, remember?" She asks and they laugh. "Robin couldn't find out and neither could Tony."

"Yeah," he smiles. "We were determined to never speak to each other outside of the bar and that room. It was pretty much our only rule."

"I never did like following rules."

"Not even the ones you came up with."

"Well, if I'd followed the rules, then you wouldn't know me nearly as well and you'd be leading a sad life without me in it. You wouldn't have nearly as much fun without me," she says confidently.

"I'd also have way less headaches."

"And be dead by now."

"Yeah, probably."

"I think I've earned a thank you."

"Thank you, Carly."

"You're welcome." Smiling, she realizes something. "Hey, I just realized that you didn't kiss me that nightmare."

"Did you really want me to kiss you in front of Cyrus?" He asks.

"It would've drove him nuts."

"Yeah, well Michael, Willow, and your grandkids were in here too. Michael's already barely not killing us for having sex, I don't feel like testing that."

"No one's here now."

"Is that your way of telling me to-" he gets cut off by the feeling of her kissing him.

They pull apart a few moments later, Carly having a satisfied smile on her face. "So, how long does this whole kissing me every time I have a nightmare thing last?"

"Until we decide to stop it," he answers simply, refusing to label whatever the hell is going on here. At least, none of that until she's more recovered from this, maybe when Cyrus is behind bars.

To be continued after I actually do school because fuck the education system

@ryleighjosephine i dont know what the song is sorry

[twodaysintojune]

I’m Not Jesus

Supernatural, Debriel, Warnings: Issues with catholic religion, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture. There’s nothing explicit but it’s definitely there.

Finde me at AO3

Loosely based on the song I'm not Jesus by Apocalyptica ft. Corey Taylor. I've always had an issue when certain people don't get the punishment they deserve and I always have wanted to see justice happen. Fast forward to today and when I happened to stumble on the song once more after such a long time I immediately knew Gabriel would definitely give their just desserts to these kind of disgraceful bastards and not hold back on the punishment. This is still darker than the things I've written so far so please tread lightly. The Debriel at the end was just me indulging in my ship.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

A notebook and some pens flew across the motel room. Dean had had enough composure to not throw the laptop away along the other stuff.

“Dean, calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down!? This bastard could be doing something to any of those kids RIGHT NOW and we don’t have a way to get anywhere near them or get them out!”

Sam sighed while Dean dragged his hands through his hair in desperation.

“We can’t help it, after those kids tried to escape two days ago security has been reinforced…”

“Maybe we should just shoot the bastard down.”

“Dean, we don’t have actual proof that he is doing anything to them...”

“Sam, that kid Jason was trembling, TREMBLING when the cops told him they had to take him away from me and towards that bastard! You saw him crying for god’s sake!”

“...And it would be really bad if we caught the attention of the police if we suddenly disappear after the deed is done.”

Dean just glared at his brother. He was obviously right but it still sucked to be placed in this situation. They had come because they had read the corpse of a kid had been found in a riverbank nearby, the odd thing was that the kid had been at an orphanage run by a local church that according to rumours had apparently been missing children throughout the years that the church said they had transferred but never arrived to their destination.

After Jason and the other kid Rhys escaped, Dean was dreading that it had actually been the absolutely not supernatural but just as monstrous priest the one that had killed these kids. The worse was that now that the priest knew their faces they were unable to even walk two blocks near the building before any of the people at his congregation pointed them out and shooed them off. What could he actually do to gather proof that these kids needed to be rescued? He started to pace around the room trying to think of something.

“We need to think this out.”

“A fucking miracle, that’s what we need...” Suddenly, Dean stopped in his tracks. “Of course!”

Sam watched his brother sit at the edge of the bed and join his hands in prayer.

“Uh, maybe it would be easier to just use the phone, Cas can’t answer back with a prayer.”

“Shhh, dammit I’m trying to concentrate”

“Well maybe you could try harder, your prayers are the most laughable thing I’ve ever heard.”

Sam turned towards the newcomer’s voice, gun in hand before realising who it was.

“Gabriel!?”

“The One and Only” Gabriel winked at Sam “So—oomph!” Gabriel had been almost tackled by Dean with how hard the hunter had thrown himself to hug him.

“Man! I’m so glad you came! We need your help so bad! You’re my only hope.”

“Wow, I.. I’m happy to see you too...”

Sam looked at Gabriel with suspicion, he wasn’t sure if he had just seen the archangel blush for a fraction of a second. Quickly, Dean filled him in on the situation at hand. It was frightening to see how his usual aloof stance slowly turned into a mask shadowed by something terrible.

“...That’s why I called you, I want you to fly yourself in there and find proof against that bastard.”

“Oh, I’ll find proof alright.”

“...Gabe?”

After a snap of his fingers, Gabriel delighted himself with the look of shock both hunters gave him. In front of them, instead of the usual archangel, a fourteen or something year old version of Gabriel stood back at them. A thinner, more delicate frame than what was expected of him, soft locks of brown blondish hair curled over his blushed face, fairer skin that enhanced his rosy pouted lips. An evil grin that reflected the sparkle in his huge whiskey coloured eyes was the only thing that broke the angelical image he was giving out right now.

“Well, how do I look?”

Dean gulped down dryly.

“I mean this in the best worst possible way given the situation Gabe but… Man, you look like you’re literally asking for a banging from that son of a bitch.”

Sam snapped his head towards Dean with a glare of disapproval. It was true that right now Gabriel looked like a… depraved man’s wettest dream with such angelic looks but surely there was some sort of punishment for saying something like THAT to the face of a friggin’ actual archangel!

Surprisingly for Sam, this actually made Gabriel smile more. He snapped his fingers once more and surely a lightning came out of nowhere outside and rain started to fall, a minute later it was literally a downpour. Taking off his jacket and giving it to Dean he messed his hair more, undid the laces of his boots and a wave of his hand made him look like he had not been able to sleep under a roof for a week. He went to open the door.

“Well, I’m off.”

Before he stepped out, he felt someone holding his arm for a second. Gabriel turned to look at Dean.

“Gabe… be careful.”

Gabriel laughed. It was obvious the only person who would have to be careful was that bastard priest, he didn’t understand the reason Dean looked so concerned.

“Sure Dean-o, don’t worry about it.”

Confidently, he stepped outside and made a run towards the church five blocks away because of-fucking-course he had to be that extra with the scenario. Dean stood at the door until he could no longer see Gabriel before closing it back, went for a beer and sat down on the edge of the bed once more.

“Do you think he’ll gather enough proof to get that bastard in jail in just a night?”

Dean turned at his brother with an odd look.

“Sammy... If he gets proof that he’s doing something, anything, to those children; he’s not gonna let that bastard rot in jail.”

It took Sam a couple of seconds to realize that they had literally unleashed the wrath of heavens against the fucker, he was not going to survive the night. His concept of right and wrong told him that letting Gabriel kill that man was almost as bad as shooting him in the face but still, it was Gabriel the Archangel the one delivering judgement. That had to count for something, right? Sam grabbed a beer and sat by Dean’s side.

“Well then I guess that’ll serve him right.”

“Just desserts alright...”

They drank their beer in awkward silence, getting ready to wait for Gabriel to show up once more. This was going to be a long night.

---

It took Father Roland almost an hour more than usual to bid goodbye to everyone that night because of the sudden downpour and he was already getting on edge having to smile so much at Mrs. Rowan’s stupid idle remarks on yesterday’s tv show. He had to do something about this frustration soon, little Rhys still had to pay some punishment for trying to escape like that. He had just closed the door when a sudden movement at the nearest corner called his attention, looking closely in the dimmed lights it looked like a person.

Father Roland neared them cautiously until he was upfront. “Who are you?”

The crouching figure jumped scared and turned towards the priest taking his breath away. Behind layers of sticky and wet dirt beautiful melted golden eyes and features that could put all the angels in heaven to shame were staring at him in fright.

“Please don’t sack me. I… I won’t do anything bad.”

Father Roland gave him the disgustingly sweet smile he gave to his favorite boys.

“Dear me boy, I would never think of sacking you. My god you’re drenched, let’s get you dry. Come on over this way, you can clean up at the house.”

Listening at the man’s thoughts disgusted him. Images of bruised flesh and screams of innocent children filled his brain. So Gabriel focused on the charade of pretending to be a sad little runaway runt that was being picked up by the (overly) caring priest. He had promised Dean he would get enough proof first so he just had to wait a little more and stoically stand the bastard’s hands holding him up with a bit too more strength than what should be normal. He expected it wouldn’t take long, the first point of alarm had been triggered when he clearly read how Father Roland was rejoicing on the fact he had in his hands a boy that apparently no one would miss.

So you’re already sinning in mind eh, Father Roland?

He was led to a bathroom in a small apartment adjacent to the church and was told to wash himself. Sighing, Gabriel made a go to undress. He was disappointed when the priest didn’t actually attack him while taking his bath but that obviously was because he preferred to be a voyeur, otherwise there was no reason for the shower not having any curtains. Gabriel took some time to finish his shower considering that a boy that hadn’t taken a bath in such a long time wouldn’t really rush. In the middle of it the priest arrived with a towel and some clothes. Gabriel covered himself in apparent shame while the priest laughed it off telling him it was perfectly alright and not to feel ashamed.

“Don’t feel ashamed my ass, you obviously scanned me over entirely in the process.” mumbled Gabriel after the priest had left him once more. Second point of alarm triggered.

Finishing the shower, he dried himself and cursed under his breath. A deteriorated large t-shirt and some old tight shorts. For someone dealing with an orphanage it didn't look like he cared much about the things he had for the children. Third point.

“Well look at that! You look like a completely different boy now! Come, have a seat, let's have dinner.”

Gabriel sat in front of him mumbling something he hoped passed as ‘thank you’. Taking a bite of the mashed potatoes he groaned in pleasure he didn’t expect.

“You like it?”

“Yes… did you do this?”

He leaned forward a bit and winked at the boy. “One needs to find joy in the simple daily tasks.”

Well fuck it thought Gabriel, this is why this world seems so unfair most of the time. Here I am, sitting in front of a child abuser that prepares mashed potatoes worth of a showdown against Dean’s. If it weren’t for how he’s looking at me right now I wouldn’t suspect a thing, heck, he could be poisoning me right now and… Gabriel stopped his train of thought and carefully began to disentangle the molecules that formed the mashed potatoes.

(C6H10O5)n

That was starch, definitely from the potatoes, and over there were the fat molecules and further more salt and testing a little bit more water and lactose and...

C16H12FN3O3

Oh.

Oh.

There it was. Roofies.

It was so obvious, crush the bitches and mix them in the mashed potatoes. Not a single kid would find out. Well, too bad for you Father Roland, I’m not a normal kid at all.

So far all evidence had been circumstantial, Dean’s telling of the events, sinning in mind was still not an action so he could easily make the priest repent on that, even being a disgusting voyeuristic pervert could be forgiven to a point if he didn’t do anything else, he would eventually land in Hell when he died but that wouldn’t be Gabriel’s problem. But things had changed now that he was actively trying to drug him.

“What’s your name kid?”

Gabriel turned to look at the man, if he was going to do this then it was going to be all tricks out and for a man that falsely professed upon religion, a religious styled punishment was the most fitting things of all.

He left his fork down at the plate and gave him a smile.

“Gabriel. They call me Gabriel.”

“Gabriel eh? That’s a very nice name, did you know that your name is the name of an angel?”

“An angel?” Gabriel went forward to drink a bit of the adulterated soda.

“An Archangel actually. They hold the highest of ranks in Heaven just below God.”

“Who else holds that rank?”

“Well, there’s Michael and Raphael.”

Gabriel frowned a little.

“What about Lucifer?”

“What about him?”

“He’s an Archangel too.”

“No he’s not.”

“Why not?”

“Because he has fallen. He cannot hold the title of Archangel because he refused of it when he fought against God’s will.”

“How do you know? Where is that written in the Bible?”

Father Roland stammered for a second.

“That’s just the way it is kid.”

“Just like that? Shouldn’t we like, reeeally check the book? Or maybe ask Lucifer about it?”

The priest snorted, he was obviously getting frustrated. Figures, thought Gabriel, a person that preaches religion but doesn’t believe in God wouldn’t really spend much time actually reading his books.

“You cannot ask anything to the Devil boy, if you mess with him, you’ll end up in Hell.”

“Have you even tried?”

“Are you asking me to give up my faith?”

“I’m just telling you to fact-check your statements, it wouldn’t do good if a priest was unable to talk about the most basic of things with his congregation.”

Father Roland stood up livid and moved towards Gabriel’s seat with a forced smile.

“You’re getting a little snappy, maybe we should rest and keep with this very interesting talk tomorrow.”

“Oh I think not. I like myself snappy, thank you.” Gabriel smirked at him.

The priest slapped Gabriel with so much force that any normal kid would have literally been thrown off the chair. Gabriel just turned his head a little.

“Don’t be disrespectful to me!”

It took the priest a couple of seconds to perceive the unnatural pain in his hand, when he turned to look at it it was already turning red and swelling a bit.

“Is everything alright Father Roland?”

Gabriel could practically see the cogs in his brain turning at full speed trying to understand how on earth this kid was unfaced and unblemished despite how hard he had hit him. A second later the man was picking Gabriel up from the shirt with evident anger. He obviously had to be more thorough with this little brat. Gabriel wanted to see what his plan of action was so he allowed the priest to manhandle him.

Father Roland dragged Gabriel to a tiny room at the end of a stretch hallway and threw him on a bed. Gabriel perceived the acrid undertones of sweat drenched with fear and other less graceful fluids. It apparently was the same room where the priest sleeped. This was beyond disgusting, he acted like an animal, revolving over his past victories and dragging them on, only to increase the fear of the next child. He was visually frantic, his orderly plan of drugging the kid was not working at all but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get away with what he wanted. He always got away with what he wanted.

And he wanted Gabriel.

The priest placed himself on top of Gabriel while turning him around, holding his hands backwards, tying him up with a rope he naturally had at hand.

“We’ll have to give you some lessons on how to respect your elders you little piece of shit.”

“What are you gonna do?” Muffled Gabriel through the sheets.

“Wait and see.”

A moment later, the man was pulling Gabriel’s shorts down and the next one he was thrown against the wall by an unknown force. The priest had a grunt forced out of him with the impact, it had been so hard that he temporarily lost his sight, almost fainting.

“Aaaaand... That’s it.”

The priest looked upwards and looked at Gabriel disoriented. Instead of the old clothes he had given him, he was wearing the clothes he had before, only now they were clean and nice.

“What the hell!? What’s going on!? Put me down you little bitch!”

Gabriel magicked himself a chair and sat down to properly look at the man. It was funny to see how out of his element he was right now. This was his space, this was his room and in just a flash Gabriel had turned it all over and made him feel defenseless. He radiated hate towards the archangel. Gabriel laughed in mirth. It was a laugh that would have been labeled as beautiful if the situation had been a completely different one.

“Are you sure you should be using that kind of language with me? Right now I’m the one holding you at will.”

“I don’t know how you’re doing this but once I find out...”

“What? You’ll make me pay for it? Oh man, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been beating and raping kids for years and you managed to keep yourself out of punishment until now. Too bad for you the Winchesters found you along the way… Long story short Roland, you picked the short end of the straw this time and I’m here to pass on some good ol’ Judgement. But not before you tell me what you did with the rest of the kids.”

Father Roland laughed, he was desperately trying to hold onto some sort of power.

“Good luck with that, I’ll die first before telling you a thing.”

Gabriel smirked “You just don’t know how happy I am to hear those words Roland, there’s no other way I’d prefer to go around this.”

With a movement of his hand Gabriel brought Roland back down and on his knees and stood up in front of him.

“But first, maybe a demonstration of what will come to you if you don’t start talking.”

With a snap, Gabriel turned the floor below the priest’s knees into heated coal. Immediately burning his flesh. The man wailed in pain throughout the long 15 seconds the torture lasted. He was sweating already when the lumps of coal disappeared once more. Threads of burnt polyester fabric from his pants adhering painfully to the raw flesh.

“So, Roland. Feeling up for a confession?”

Four hours later, the priest’s entire body was covered in burnt flesh and blisters. And it hadn’t been the man’s fault, with the type of torture he had received he would have confessed everything in less than 20 minutes if Gabriel hadn’t taken his voice away every time he was about to talk.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you Roland! Are you sure you’re trying enough??”

Eventually, Gabriel allowed him to talk. Moments after Roland would have collapsed if it weren’t for the fact that Gabriel was keeping him awake.

“No can’t do Roland, these are your last moments alive, you should treasure them instead of letting them go by.”

Roland started to cry, he couldn’t keep the farce of strength any more.

“Wh… What are... Are you a demon?”

Gabriel turned to look at him like he had grown a second head, sitting sideways on his chair.

“You didn’t listen to me well when I told you my name did you?”

Gabriel loved it, that moment of realization hitting a person’s eyes. The myriad of questions flowing at once. How? Why? All followed by denial.

“You can’t be Gabriel...” His voice was fading away.

“How come?”

“Gabriel is… an archangel… from Heaven… He wouldn’t…”

“You know Roland, I think you’re forgetting a very important thing.”

Roland looked at him, expecting his words, it wasn’t like he could do much anymore.

“All angels are soldiers, and I am a High Commander of My Father’s legions.”

Eyes flashed bright blue and wings spanned behind him in light while he stood up with pride. He could literally feel how Roland paralyzed in fear, tears streaming down his wrecked features while his lips mumbled the first words of the Lord’s Prayer.

Sam and Dean woke up startled by the sound of a Fire truck siren and police cars passing by the road next to the motel. After a couple of hours waiting for Gabriel, they had eventually fallen to a light sleep on the same bed watching tv. Looking at each other, they strode outside the room and ran outside, a dark cloud of smoke rising up from the place they knew the church was.

They ran towards the church, a group of kids were already herded two blocks away from the commotion, the two kids Dean had found broke into a run towards him when they saw him and held themselves to him despite the efforts of the policeman. Dean calmed the man down and moved with the kids closer to their group so that he wouldn’t make a fuzz.

“Are you alright kids? What happened?”

“The church’s on fire.”

“I woke up to go to the bathroom and I smelled the smoke, I made the call.”

“That was very brave of you.”

The kid smiled, it was the very first smile Dean had seen on him. He left them to approach his brother.

“The fire started on the priest’s house, it’s apparently been controlled at the moment without danger of it reaching other buildings but they’re still on hold...”

“And what about the priest?”

Sam looked at Dean with a look that showed him he was unwilling to say more about it with the kids so close.

“Pretty sure he’s well past the Reception Committee downstairs by now. Thanks for bringing my jacket by the way.”

Both men got startled when the currently teen Gabriel talked behind them and grabbed the piece of clothing Dean had under his arm. The man looked at him trying to assess his expression.

“Are you okay Gabe?”

Gabriel stared at Dean with a funny look.

“Of course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I?”

“I’m sorry but with the way you look right now I...”

“...You were actually worried about me? Like, for real?”

“It’s not like I don’t understand you’re still an archangel, I just—”

Dean was cut short when Gabriel gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks.”

Sam felt just as shocked as his brother but just as him tried to ignore what had just happened to keep his own sanity if for nothing else.

Two weeks later Dean was still following up the news on the priest case despite being five states away at the bunker. When the flames of the priest’s home had been finally doused, they discovered all the evidence of the child abuse in his bedroom which had been miraculously untouched by the fire and the investigation began. Just that morning the police had discovered the remains of a third child, probably the last they would find considering the time that had passed from their disappearances until now. All the children at the orphanage had been moved to different places. Rhys and Jason had called Dean twice already, once to tell him where they were going to land and then when they arrived, he had given them his phone in case they needed him for anything, at all. Someone reached over his shoulder to look at the screen of his laptop.

“Still looking at that?”

Dean turned to look back at Gabriel, he was back to being the man he had always known. It was the first time he had seen him after the events of that night, the archangel had excused himself by stating that there were some things in heaven that needed to be addressed. He looked at him for a second before starting to quote a part of the article.

“It has been a miracle that all the evidence of the whereabouts of these poor children was intact after the fire. Even when there is nothing we can do to help them now, at least they can be given proper burial, their memory shall remain.”

Gabriel looked at the screen while taking a seat by Dean’s side, he was unfazed by the text.

“Is there anything funny ‘bout that?”

“...You made up some of that evidence to lead the police, didn’t you?”

“Hmm, maybe?”

Dean looked at the archangel profoundly and nodded gravely.

“... Thanks Gabe.”

Gabriel just arched up his eyebrows in surprise. He actually expected Dean to tell him off for making up evidence after he had answered so nonchalantly. Not for him to give him that look of… of… of what?

“Uh… You know it’s not like I care much about this but… are you alright Dean?”

Dean tore his eyes once more from the screen towards Gabriel.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.. I mean… it’s just… you… you should already be lashing back at me for something… anything” Gabriel waved his hands like he couldn’t get anything around him. “Heck, you didn’t even complain about the beer I got from your stash!” Now he waved his hand in front of him where he was indeed holding out a beer from the dark ale six pack Dean had bought for a special dinner a week ago.

“What are you talking about? What you did was amazing! You helped so many children to escape an awful fate with that bastard! Why would I scream at you for that?”

“Because I don’t know you anymore! I can’t handle you this way!”

Dean was taken aback for a moment, Gabriel was upset now and it was obvious he didn’t understand what the problem about Dean being grateful towards him made him panic like that. But Dean got it. He understood that feeling of helplessness when the world around you turned in a way you never expected better than anyone else. And he also understood another thing, it was true that he liked the archangel enough to trust him like family despite all of their differences or probably because of all of them.

“Then you’ll have to learn how to handle me again.” He looked at Gabriel with a look that said ‘Come at me’.

Gabriel blushed and looked away, was there anything he could say to banter against him now?

“But I am kind of angry about the beer. I hope you know how to make it up to me before I fry your wings in holy oil.”

Gabriel turned back to him, the tone of his voice was definitely not even close to upset. It was soft and warm and… and what?

“Well, good luck making me do that, I could make some killer burgers but I have nothing to work with here.”

Dean smirked.

“I think that can be arranged.”

He stood up and began moving towards the kitchen, stopping just a moment to wait for Gabriel. Cautiously, the archangel stood up and went to follow Dean. Other times the hunter would have already been kicking him out but to be honest Gabriel didn’t really mind having a Dean that looked forward to something he had cooked.

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Saints Life: Mission 2

Delayed because of work, finally got the second chapter up! Once again I only own Victor and Vincent Wolfe. Everything else belongs to the creators of Saints Row. DO NOT STEAL!!!

Enjoy~

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Mission 2: Shooting Stars

Cops forced the Saints into their cells, Victor being the last one shoved behind the iron bars and into his brother's grip so he wouldn’t fall. Once his balance was back both brothers shot the cops a glare. "The fuck is this, we paid up this month!” Vincent shouted to the cops who smirked and replied with: "Someone paid more." Cockily before closing the gate and turned to walk off. Vincent punched a wall while Victor sat down next to Shaundi who wrapped an arm around him. Johnny sighed, pacing back and forth and shaking his head. “What’s wrong?” Vincent asked, glancing over at his friend. Victor and Shaundi looked up curiously. "What happened?" Johnny asked as if disappointed with his life right now. Vincent turned to face him fully while Victor sat up fully from his slouched position and Shaundi stood up with a frown. “We got arrested” she replied as if it was so obvious….which it was…. Johnny turned to them quickly, a bit pissed off. "No, to us. Birk's right--we traded our dicks in for pussies. Seriously... Movie deals? Commercials? The Saint's name used to mean more than body spray and some ass-tasting energy drink." Victor looked from him to his brother who shrugged it off as if this was nothing new. "Our brand's worth a shitload of money.." Vincent answered honestly. Johnny looked dejected and shook his head, looking off to the side. "Is that what it's all about?" He asked softly with a sigh. Vincent took a step to him, patting his shoulder only to be shrugged off. Victor opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by- "It is always about the money, Mr. Gat." A female answered, the prison gate opened and all four Saints turned to look at the mystery women. Victor took note they were twins right off the bat while Vincent’s eyes narrowed to a glare, yet this mystery women didn’t seem fazed by the Saint bosses scowl and continued speaking. "Which is precisely why our employer wishes to speak with you." "If you will indulge us...?" The other added, standing next to her twin. “Give us time to think” Vincent demanded venomously. “You have 20 minutes until our plane takes flight” the first replied, both turning to give them privacy, waiting outside the room. “What do you think boss?” Shaundi asked, looking from the door to the older Wolfe. “I can’t let my brother rot in jail now...Johnny, whats your thoughts?” “It seems sketchy, but I guess we have no choice” Gat answered, looking over to him. Both men nodded and headed out, with Vincent’s arm around his brother's shoulder. Shaundi shook her head and followed. Once again cuffed, this time with rope to make things “More comfortable” as one of the twins put it they lead the Saints onto a plane and into chairs waiting for them. Victor was at least thankful they were nicer than the police….even if the uniforms of the men and women looked familiar. Johnny squirmed in his seat, as well as Vincent who growled at the man in the large leather chair. "You have any idea who you're fucking with here?" He snapped, snarling at the man. Truly lived to his Wolfe name, which made Victor smile a bit, It was the last name they both agreed on, something they lived up to since their days in the alleyway. "Of course." the man replied, bringing Victor back to the present and turned his attention to the man with a raised eyebrow of the accent. Mentally trying to pinpoint where he was from.  "A remarkable likeness. These visions are Viola and Kiki. And I am Phillipe Loren, chairman of a multinational organization called the Syndicate." The Saints stared blankly at him with Victor cocking his head to the side, Vincent raising and eyebrow and Shaundi shaking her head. "Never heard of it." She said, hey they were all thinking it. Loren sighed as if he were expecting it, yet still seemed annoyed at them. "Evidently not, or you wouldn't have robbed our bank. Perhaps you wonder why you're still breathing at this point." He replied as if he were a higher up. That...vibe he was giving off made Victor grit his teeth and tense in his seat. There were those he wanted to punch and there were those he wanted to slit their throats, those who acted as if they were gods of the human race or something….this man was one of those men. Gat snorted as if amused before replying with "Actually, I wonder why my foot's not up your ass at this point." as cockily as ever. Loren merely waved off the comment as if he were shooing an annoying fly, which was how he saw these four. "Like it or not, Mr. Gat, our organization is expanding into Stilwater. I am offering you the chance to leverage your assets against your lives. Ladies?" He gestured to the twins, Viola and Kiki who stepped up to demonstrate a power point they had up and ready. Vincent slouched in his chair with his head back and a long exaggerated groan leaving his lips. Victor smiled a bit, nudging his brother the best he could as if trying to reassure him this wasn't that bad, then again all he was thankful for was the fact he wasn’t in prison for another hour. "You may continue to operate the Saints/Ultor media group as you see fit, in exchange for 66 percent of your monthly gross revenue,"Viola explained calmly, the number making all four Saints straightened in their chairs, giving them all the same expression of: “Excuse me bitch?” "That is before taxes, of course." replied the other twin, Kiki. Vincent shot them both a glare before turning his attention to Loren. "Listen, you French fuck--" Loren cut him off with a hand up before replying with "Please. I am Belgian!" In a passive aggressive tone, correcting the Saint as if he was a foolish uneducated being under him. Vincent's gaze was ice, even sending a shiver down own Victor’s spine while Gat cut in with "So make yourself a fuckin' waffle. We're done here." Loren sighed, shaking his head like a disappointed parent to a child "And I had so hoped to come to a rational business arrangement." Gat got out of his chair, head butting one of the guards and turned his attention to Loren who buried a knife into his side, the action was all a blur to Victor he took a moment to collect himself before being knocked out of his chair after being freed. Vincent pulled his brother to the safety, looking over to Shaundi and Johnny. "Boss--you gotta bail!" Gat instructed, Victor saw the fear in his brother's eyes, quickly shaking his head and shouted: "Not without you!" Over the deafening sound of gunfire echoing off the plane walls Gat glanced over their hiding spot with a hum before turning back to them, smiling a similar smile Victor knew as ‘I got an idea that will end badly’ or what he called ‘Gat’s Smirk’ "There's like, half a dozen guys? I can take 'em." Gat replied “Besides, Vics to young to die in a plane crash, kids never gotten laid yet” he added teasingly, Victor frowned “Nows not the time Johnny” he reminded, flinching when a bullet barely nicked him. Shaundi had other concerns. "What about the plane?" She asked impatiently. Gat shrugged off the question, responding with "I'll fly it back to Stilwater." Now both Shaundi and Vincent sat up in concern, still staying under cover of the raining bullets. “Johnny, you can't even drive stick--how are you gonna fly a plane?" Again, Johnny shrugged off the question, this time was waving it off as if it was physically there. "Details, details--just cover the boss! Go--I got this!" Victor was about to share his concerns before Johnny took a gun from a nearby guard and began fighting back. If that wasn’t enough to get Victor moving, his brother shoving him out the door as well as pulling Shaundi with him as Gat closed it behind them was. Now the remaining three were racing against the clock. Over the intercom Johnny’s voice was being heard, shouting insults at the French fuck as well as playing the role of pilot...then classic music was playing through the plane followed by gunfire in the background. At this point, Victor wasn’t sure if it was the radio or their own ear-splitting noise. By now, they were at the back of the plane. Victor taking a daring glimpse over the edge...bad choice. His Stomach turned and took a few stumbling steps back. Vincent was grabbing a parachute and looked around for another while Shaundi got in contact with Johnny.   "Johnny, we're about to jump!" She informed quickly. Victor looked over while his brother helped him up and held him close. Gunfire followed by a grunt was their response before Johnny’s voice was clear at last, saying "Right on, I'll see you in Stil-" His voice was cut off by a closer sound of a gun going off, the noise made the three Saints tense. Shaundi clicked the button again and spoke in a tone that sounded broken. "Johnny..." Vincent grabbed her by the arm, his brother with the other and urged them to the edge. “No time, jump” “W-wait what about our parachutes?” Victor struggled, staggering a bit. “No time” Vincent repeated, shoving them both out and jumped after right in time for a car to nearly hit them. Victor couldn't even scream, unlike Shaundi who was shouting cuss words left and right as well as dodging all the shit the plane had in it. Looking up Victor saw his brother shooting these Syndicate bastards, literally making it rain men before catching them quickly. Shaundi was panting heavily and glared at Vincent while the younger Saint clung to him for dear life. "I'm not gonna lie, for a minute I didn't think you'd make it in time." She confessed, making Vincent laugh. “I wouldn’t let you guys fall to your death...Victor, you alright?” “Does he look alright to you!? You shoved him out of a fucking plane!” Shaundi shouted back “I want ground...I want ground...give me ground” Victor whimpered, his brother kissed his forehead gently “Shh, you're alright little brother, it's alright, I got you..” he reassured softly. Victor still was glaring deadly daggers at him. Once they were on the ground Victor was laying in the grass and held it for dear life. “I love you mother nature!” Vincent chuckled, taking Shaundi to an ATM in attempts to get funding, little did they know of a British hacker already stripping them clean of any penny they had. Leaving a pissed off Saint punching the machine screen, breaking the glass and bleeding his knuckles. “Alright, where are we Shaundi?” "Steelport... it's kinda like Bangkok's abusive father,” she answered, looking over to Victor who was still rolling around in the grass. “Best we find a place to lay low first” “Wait how do you know about this place? Where would we go? Victor stop rolling around your damaging your clothes” Vincent sighed “I nearly died! Let me enjoy my life while it lasts!” Victor shot back. “Here, take some of this and go explore” Shaundi replied, handing Victor $50 bucks. Victor sat up and hugged him. “You sure it's a good idea to let him walk freely?” Vincent asked “He’s going to have to get used to this place, we won't be going home anytime soon...Victor,  try to avoid contact with other gangs and don’t mention you're a Saint, got it?” “Got it, I’ll be fine Vincent...you guys be safe” Victor replied, hugging his brother who handed him a phone. “Keep it, my numbers already in it. Be safe little brother and call when you're in trouble” Vincent instructed. Nodding the younger brother walked off, hands in his pockets and looking around with a small smile. It was one wild day, least he was one with his brother...even if it was a sacrifice of his brother's friends life...guess all stars fall at one point or another...