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[frederickkatz]

Let us be three tonight

TIME: October 17th, 2024 PLACE: Trevor’s place/somewhere near the docks BETWEEN: Trevor ( @trevormallardi ), Cameron ( @cameronslaw ) & Fredrick NOTES: Written on Discord. 

Freddie had a bad feeling. Cameron usually never took long to reply when they were having a conversation through texts. That and a weird feeling on the pitch of Freddie’s stomach lead him to appear just by the street where he assumed Cameron must have been walking. If the fae was ok, he could just appear back to his place. He walked just a few steps only to find Cameron on the floor and he didn’t lose a second to rush to him, turning him around to check on him. There was a bite mark on his neck and a burnt hole in his shirt so that meant he had fought back. He growled dangerously, looking towards the place the vampire had fled cause the energy was still fresh but as much as he wanted to go after that bastard, Cameron needed help, one he couldn’t provide but he knew of someone who could.

He picked up Cameron’s phone and then carried the fae effortlessly and closed his eyes, appearing right in the middle of Trevor’s living room. He had never been there, but it didn’t matter. He knew exactly where to go just by the nephilims energy. “We need help!” he called setting Cameron in the nearest couch as he noticed a spooked nephilim walk towards them with an unreadable expression, “I didn’t know where else to go, A vampire attacked him, I found him, you can heal him right?” he asked with a dark expression in his face as he moved aside to give the nephilim space to get closer and check up on Cameron.

Trevor decided it was a good day to keep working in one of his pieces, something he was planning to give Cameron as a present, but he hadn’t been working in the studio for an hour when he felt someone appearing in his living room, and not just anyone but Freddie. He frowned and rushed upstairs, and his expression fell as soon as he noticed Cameron was harmed in the horseman’s arms, “What happened?” he asked worriedly as he moved towards the fae who was now in his couch. He swallowed hard and relaxed just a little when he noticed Cameron was still breathing. He let out a shaky breath when he was asked if he could heal him, “I can try but I gave away half of my grace so it might not be as effective as before,” he said nervously as he reached to cover the bite wound with his hand.

Freddie frowned when Trevor said he was gonna try, “That’s good enough and more of what I could do. Watch over him, I’ll be back in a moment,” he said with a dark expression as his eyes started gleaming yellow just as he puffed out of the apartment.

“Wait! What? Where are you going?” he tried to argue but the horseman was already gone, leaving Trevor with Cameron alone. He focused all his energy on his hands, leading some healing warmth into Cameron’s neck as the nephilim started to murmur some words he had learned in Enochian from a book he had gotten, “Lirach Tasa Vefa Wehlc Vegireyal, (May healing energies flow through me and bring restoration to mind, body, and spirit)” he murmured over and over until a soft green light surrounded them up.

He didn't remember falling asleep, or what was happening the moment before this, but out of nowhere Cameron was in pain. His guts were on fire, yet he never felt colder as he struggled to breathe. The ratio of blood to venom in his body was past dangerous, but the fae's body did its best to respond to Trevor's energy, trying to follow it as a light at the end of a tunnel, even if that light was dim. The wounds in his neck were too stubborn to close, but as Cam squirmed and coughed under Trevor's hands, the dark tendrils around the bite marks started to slowly recede.

Trevor probably should have told Freddie he was gonna need help, but the horseman didn’t give him the time to it. It didn’t matter how much of his own energy he lost on this, but Cameron was not gonna die on his watch. He closed his eyes tightly as he kept on chanting in that forgotten language, feeling how the fae’s energy was responding and helping to bring Cameron into a healthier state. Trevor was aware he couldn’t get rid of the venom, but at least he could make sure the bleeding stopped, and the wounds were closed. It seemed to be working but it definitively happened a lot slower than he hoped for. He could feel the beads of sweat sliding on the back of his neck at the effort he was making to keep healing the fae, but he also knew he was close, just a little longer, he could do it.

Freddie came back to the alley; he closed his eyes and followed the energy towards an abandoned security booth by the park. The smell of burnt flesh was the confirmation he needed. He stood by the door, watching at the vampire hissing in a corner, “I warned your kind to stay away from the faes in town,” he said in a dangerously cold tone as he reached to his pocket, “I’ve seen you before, you knew about the warning, and now you’re gonna learn I only make warnings once,” he said as he snapped a toothpick between his fingers which quicky turned into his spear. In a fast and fluid movement the spear flew from his hand to the middle of the vampire chest, falling into the ground along with the bunch of ashes that once had been a vampire. The spear turning into a broken toothpick as it fell on top of the ashes. Freddie pulled up his phone to send a couple of quick texts to his older brother as he took a moment to collect himself when he noticed all the vegetation around him started to die. He couldn’t go back to Cameron like that, he would cause more damage than help if he did, so he waited until his powers were back in control.

It was a long, slow and completely unpleasant torture, but after what felt like forever Cameron opened his eyes, choking on a gasp. They were unfocused and soon were squeezed shut as he started shivering compulsively, but he was conscious - somewhat. The fae couldn't understand what was going on, or where he was, or how Trevor was somehow there, but he could feel him. His energy, somehow Cameron felt like Trevor's glow running through him and he clung to it to calm his panting. Except-

It was another minute until he was able to move enough to wrap a shaky hand around Trevor's wrist, blue eyes blinking open to glare terrified up to the angel. He didn't have enough strength to do much, but Cameron still tried to push Trevor's hands away. He had already given half his grace away, Trevor shouldn't be wasting whatever was left of his holy power with Cameron. It could hurt his angel, he'd never let him.

Trevor let out a sigh of relief when Cameron opened his eyes and his heartbeat seemed to be steadier, but he could see the fear and panic in those blue eyes, “It’s ok, you’re going to be ok, Cameron, just calm down, you’re safe,” he murmured softly and offered a tiny smile.

He shook his head when Cameron tried to remove his hand from the wound where he was sure the fae could feel some warmth while the skin stitched itself back into place, “no, no, stop, it’s ok, you’re ok,” he reassured, “I’m ok, too, this is just lent energy, it’s going to be ok, “ he assured, leaning down to press his forehead against the fae, “just take a few deep breaths, lemme close the wound and you’ll feel much better,” he promised.

Cameron did his best to follow his words, focusing on the tiny ball of warmth he felt in his neck. It was still too little for him to get properly warm, but it was enough to keep his mind busy. Later, he'd muse about how Trevor was able to understand his reasoning to push him away without him saying a word, but right then he stopped trying to. Instead, he let his hand rest against Trevor's, holding it as best as he could as he let his eyes fall closed.

When he came back to it, his skin was damp with sweat as his body did its best to push the venom out through a fever. Cameron was still shivering, but it was far less violent now. His wound had closed, but the marks were still there, though the tendrils were reduced to faint dark lines down his neck and chest, as if they were particularly thigh and dark veins. Unable to say Trevor had done enough, Cameron gently pulled on the angel's hand, pressing the back of it against his dry lips, hoping his eyes told him how grateful he was.

By the time Trevor was sure the wounds were closed, he relaxed, the warmth from his hand slowing down as the light surrounding them started to dim. He smiled when he noticed Cameron seemed to be going through a fever to get rid of the venom and he sighed, glad it seemed to be working, the silent kiss made him smiled as he pulled his hand away and ran his fingers through Cameron’s hair, “There you are,” he said softly, “the things you do to make us get along uh?” he teased even if he was sure Cameron probably didn’t know Freddie had been the one who found him and brought him here, “I’m going to get some wet towels and a blanket ok, don’t move, I’ll be right back,” he promised as he stood up slowly not to add to his dizziness. He knew it would pass in a couple of minutes, but Cameron didn’t need to know that. He moved to the bathroom and to the bedroom to retrieve what he needed.

He came back and covered Cameron with a fluffy blanket as he knelt beside the couch, placing a wet towel over his forehead, “it’s going to take a bit but you’re going to be fine,” he promised, “you gave me a little scare there,” he said in a teasing tone as he reached to grab Cam’s hand, giving it a squeeze, “what were you getting into?” he asked worriedly even if he knew Cameron wasn’t in the best state to explain anything at the moment.

Cameron frowned at the comment about getting along, but didn't think much to it, his mind was already a mess, he probably misunderstood something. His eyes pressed closed in a glimpse of comfort when Trevor ran his fingers through his disgusting hair and he nodded, staying as still as he could.

The blanket helped a bit, though he was sure it'd take a while for him to warm back up, and Cameron did his best to keep his eyes open, to keep himself alert, squeezing back Trevor's hand. It took him a moment to recall the incident, images coming in flashes to his mind. "A vamp... tack'd me" he almost whispered, then frowned confused "how'd you... fin' me?"

Trevor nodded when Cameron tried to explain happened, “I know, I still don’t know the whole thing, but the vampire bite gave it away,” he teased with a soft smile. He sighed at the question, “I didn’t. Freddie brough you,” he said swallowing hard wondering where the horseman was at now, “he appeared here with you in his arms cause he knew I could heal you; he told me to watch over you and that he would be back soon,” he added just so Cameron knew the whole thing.

It took Freddie longer than he expected to get his powers back in control enough to be harmless to every living being around him, to make sure he got close to a young tree and reached to touch it. The tree remained unharmed, so he let out a soft breath as he closed his eyes and appeared outside of Trevor’s place. This time he didn’t appear inside the apartment out of respect. From outside, he could feel Cameron’s energy coming back to the fae and he let out a shaky breath before knocking on the door this time.

The joke got a huffed laugh out of the fae that turned into a couple of coughs with a smile. It faded into a confused frown when Trevor said Freddie found him and brought him there. Nothing made sense. "He- how-?" The frown was painful to maintain, so Cameron let out a shaky sigh trying to relax his features "Thank you" he breathed out, squeezing their still joined hands, before his eyes darted towards the door when he heard the knock.

Trevor shrugged at the next question, “I don’t know how or where, he didn’t explain much, just the important at the moment that was to help you,” he said and then rolled his eyes at the knock, “Now he remembers manners,” he mused under his breath, “That’s him,” he said before letting go of Cameron’s hand to get up and open the door, inviting the horseman into the apartment without a word.

Freddie huffed and smiled a bit when Trevor opened, “I have manners, but it was an urgent matter earlier, sorry for barging in, I figured you wouldn’t mind due the situation, but don’t worry, I don’t make a habit to get into people’s homes uninvited,” he said in a polite tone as he got in, smiling a little when he noticed Cameron was awake, “Thank you for helping, I couldn’t do it but I knew you could,” he said honestly before getting closer to the couch, “I hope next time you go home and order in, please,” he told Cameron with a pointed look, unsure of what to do or how to interact with him in front of the nephilim.

Somehow watching Trevor talking about Freddie's manners, fully aware the horseman could hear him, made Cam chuckle and he kissed the angel's hand once more before letting it go.

It was painful to turn on the couch, so he waited until Freddie was in his view to say a whispered "Hi" before shivering and adding "you popped... here? 'nside?" Cam asked with an amused eyebrow raised. The please made his smile falter though, turning into a small pout "Sorry"

At least he had managed to make Cameron laugh a little. Once he opened the door, he nodded at the horseman’s words, “I know. It’s ok. It was an emergency,” he agreed with a small blush and an apologetic smile at the way Freddie explained why he had knocked this time, “Thank you,” he said after the horseman thanked him, without him finding Cameron they wouldn’t be there. He noticed the interaction and cleared his throat, “I’m going to give you two a minute, “coffee anyone?” he asked moving to the kitchen, it wasn’t that far or with wall between them but at least he wouldn’t be there just looking at them interact.

Freddie nodded and smiled at Trevor’s words and his smile got brighter at the soft hi he got from the fae and then the apology, “it’s ok, It was an unfortunate accident,” he shrugged. He nodded when the nephilim offered them coffee, “Thank you,” he said and waited until Trevor was in the kitchen to sit on the floor on the floor, next to the couch, reaching to touch Cameron’s forehead, “are you feeling a bit better?” he asked softly, “Do you want me to call Adam to ask what else we can do to help?” he said with a small frown when he noticed Cameron felt colder than the usual.

Cameron offered Trevor a loving smile when he said he'd get them coffee, knowing it must be a really uncomfortable situation for the nephilim to be in. "Not dead" was the answer he gave when asked if he was feeling better. If he was true, Cameron was fucking cold, he was exhausted, his body was weak- he wasn't feeling good. He'd never say that though. The question that followed got him frowning confusedly yet again "Adam? Y're friends?" Cam shook his head, then said worriedly and calmly, so Freddie would understand him clearly. "Don't. Tell. Devon."

Trevor smiled back and nodded at Cameron. He could hear everything from the kitchen but pretended like he didn’t. It wasn’t that terrible to see the kind of relationship Cameron shared with the horseman. It seemed similar to the one they shared, and it was obvious Freddie cared about Cameron as much as he did.

Freddie looked at Cameron through squinted eyes, “not dead is good but you’re not feeling ok yet,” he said looking through the face Cameron was trying to put on. He huffed at the question, “You could say that, yes, he goes to the bar, and we talk sometimes,” he explained as he pulled the cover a little higher over Cameron’s chest, “He needs to know Cameron. Maybe a transfusion with him might help,” he said seriously not leaving space for arguments.

Cameron tried to smile when he pointed at the horseman in a fake warning " Y' assuming" his smile turned into a pout when Freddie talked about a transfusion. Calling him by his name. "He's gon' be scared" was his weak argument, and even the fae knew it meant nothing to Freddie, so he added "I'm fine. Gil... more's not here. M'not dying"

Trevor stayed still when he heard Freddie saying he knew Cameron wasn’t ok yet. He could feel it too but apparently the horseman didn’t treat Cameron with any subtleties. When he heard Cameron’s arguments he smiled and shook his head as he busied himself making two mugs of coffee.

Freddie rolled his eyes, “I’m not assuming, I can see It in your eyes, and I can feel your energy is still a little low,” he said seriously. He scoffed when Cameron said his pointless argument, “I’m sure he’s stronger than you think and he probably knows better how to deal with vampire venom,” he said with a pointed look, “it doesn’t have to be tonight, but we have to tell him and you need to let him help you,” he pointed reaching to caress Cam’s cheek, “yeah he better not be, Warren won’t be very indulgent if I kill our younger sibling tonight too,” he huffed.

The argument about Devon knowing how to deal with the venom was the one that won him over. It made sense. "Okay. But ask... Adam. Dev can't... see me like this" the fae let his eyes fall closed when Freddie touched his cheek, but when the words settled, he opened them up "Wait. Too?" Cameron asked, struggling to sit up.

Trevor was about to interrupt when Freddie insisted so sharply, but it seemed that was how they communicated because Cameron gave in right away. He grabbed the mugs and set them over the kitchen bar, “The coffee is ready, I’m going to make Cameron some tea,” he announce giving them another minute before joining them.

Freddie nodded when Cameron agreed and turned to look at Trevor when he said the coffee was ready, “Thank you, Trevor,” he said with a polite smile, “I’ll call Adam first, and we can let him be the one telling Devon. You can rest tonight and see him in the morning, you’ll be better by then,” he smiled and pulled his hand away, “The vampires were warned to stay away from the faes in town, they knew what would happen if any of them broke the truce,” he said simply.

Trevor's voice made him look towards the kitchen, offering a tired smile as he called, a bit louder "Thanks, babe" before nodding to Freddie's request "okay." Fighting with the blanket with weak limbs, Cam half sat up, leaning against the back of the couch "You... killed him" it wasn't a question, and it didn't scare him or make him disgusted. Instead, it confused the fae. If Freddie couldn't feel things, why would- nope, not going there tonight.

Trevor smiled when Cameron thanked him and called him babe even in front of the horseman, it reassured him about their non relationship. He came back from the kitchen and offered a mug with coffee to Freddie and one with tea to Cameron as he sat next to the fae.

Freddie reached to help Cameron sit up but he kept himself sitting on the floor. He nodded at the words, "of course I did. They knew what was coming if any of them got near you or Devon. If it wasn't me it would've been Adam," he said seriously. He smiled and accepted the mug from the nephilim, "very kind of you," he thanked him and moved aside to give him room to sit next to Cameron, "I think you should rest for tonight and we'll deal with everything else in the morning," he said before taking a sip of coffee.

It made sense logically, but still Cam squinted, glaring in fake suspicion as he sat up "You and Adam" he said "I don't trust it" the fae pointed out, as if to say he'll want to know more about it later. When Trevor came back, his expression had softened again and Cameron toed off his shoes to press his feet against the angel, trying to steal a bit of his warmth as he accepted the mug with a thankful smile. The mug felt almost boiling in his hands and Cam sighed happily feeling the vapor in his face. Then his mind went into overdrive as he stayed silent for a minute. Stupid brain. "You both need to know... it wasn't on purpose. Okay?" The fae asked, searching for their eyes as fear rose in his own "I promised I wouldn't... try to get hurt. I didn't. I swear."

Trevor settled and patted Cameron's feet when he pressed them against him, "you'll warm up in no time," he assured and bit back a smile when Cameron gave the horseman that warning look. "You both can stay. It's been a long night already," he sighed taking a sip of his own coffee.

Freddie rolled his eyes but the words, "you don't have to trust it. It's a deal we made," he pointed not leaving room for arguments. He nodded, "I'm pretty sure we both know this was an accident. It's not the best place in town but you say the food is worth it. Hopefully no one will try to go after you again," he said. He frowned at the Nephilim’s offer, "that's nice of you but it'll be better for me to go to work. It'll help to reassure the warning. Cameron is in good hands here, but I'll be back in the morning," he assured.

The little pats and Freddie's reassurance made him take a deep breath. Cameron was so tired. "You can't" he argued again with Freddie when he said he was going to work "You'll smell like me already" but this time there wasn't the usual proud grin at the statement, instead Cameron had an apologetic pout in his face.

Trevor nodded when Freddie said they both knew it wasn't on purpose, "seems like you just had bad luck this time," he agreed. He nodded when the horseman said he couldn't stay, "Ok. Feel free to appear here in the living room when wow come back. No need to appear outside. He assured.

Freddie smirked, "that will help make it clear who they have to stay away from," he pointed. He nodded at Trevor offer, "Thank you. I'll try not to come over too early," he offered a smile as he stood up and put the mug over the kitchen bar, "if you need anything, text me. I'll be here as soon as possible," he said reaching to run his finger through Cameron's hair again, "get some rest," he asked softly and then turned towards Trevor, "Thank you again, for everything," he said to the nephilim before walking towards the door.

It was an odd feeling, watching them talking about him, over him, without listening to him, and that thought made him realize that maybe it was a bit egocentric. Huh. "Okay" Cameron said to feel like he had some input on the decision that was clearly already taken for him. The touch helped a bit, and he nodded "And uh- thank you. For... coming after me" the fae said before watching him move to the door.

Trevor wasn't really sure what had shifted from the last time the three of them had been in the same place, but it was probably Cameron getting hurt. It certainly helped them both to see how important they fae was for the two of them. He smiled at the horseman and nodded, "Thank you for bringing him here," he said simply, watching the goodbye between Cameron and Freddie.

Freddie smiled at Cameron, "nothing to thank me for. Relax. Rest and don't be a brat ok?" He asked from the door before leaving the apartment.

The order followed by being sort of called a brat ~in front of Trevor!~ made him roll his eyes and hide his face in the premise of drinking his tea. Both Freddie and Cam knew he'd be blushing if there were enough fluids in his body though. Once Freddie was gone, Cam's eyes fell onto Trevor with a soft smile. "So you're on... nurse duty?" He tried to joke, but he still felt terrible for falling onto Trevor's lap and making his problems the angel's too.

Trevor was slightly amused to hear Freddie call Cameron a brat, "he has this way to carry himself that reminds everyone in the room he's older and the one in charge, doesn't he?" He commented with a light smile. "I am. Happily so. So anything you need, just let me know and you'll have it," he assured giving Cameron's legs a soft pat.

Cam shrugged at that, biting back a smirk "It's an age thing... I think. He is old as fuck" the fae said, then offered him a tired smile "I-" Cameron swallowed his words, changing course "A kiss?"

Trevor chuckled softly, "makes sense. He really cares about you," he said simply. He pretended to think it through and nodded, "only because you asked so nicely," he joked as he moved press an innocent kiss in Cameron's lips. "We probably should move upstairs and get you changed into more comfortable clothes, and I might break my rule just this once in case you're hungry and bring you something to bed," he offered as he reached to caress Cameron's cheek.

Cameron didn't mention how he knew so, or how that had been subject of many arguments - how Freddie cared about him. One, because he didn't have the energy to say it and two, because Trevor was still digesting it, and he'd never say something hurtful to his angel on purpose. So he just nodded, then smiled at the soft kiss. "Raincheck? For breakfast?" He tried "I'm... exhausted." The fae sighed, his eyes heavy, he'd been fighting sleep ever since he was attacked, his body could only keep unconsciousness at bay for so long. "I'll trade dinner for... some cuddles?"

Trevor nodded, "No problem at all. You'll probably have more energy after you sleep and give your body time to recover," he said softly as he got off the couch, putting the mugs on the kitchen bar and then coming back to the couch, "looks like it's my turn to carry you," he teased as he leaned down to pick up Cameron in bridal style to take him to the bedroom.

Cam offered a weak chuckle at that "Your lucky day" he commented, then snuggled comfortably against Trevor's chest. There was a small uncomfortable groan when he was lying in the cold bed, and he lost Trevor's warm body. Fuck, Cameron had never hated so much being cold.

Trevor smiled at Cameron, "I'm going to turn up the heat and get you some clothes to help you change ok?" He said simply moving to his closet to get the clothes and on the way, he turned up the heat in the apartment, "you'll warm up in no time, he promised as he helped Cameron out of his ruined clothes and into a simple white shirt and pajamas pants.

In any other situation Cameron would've made a move to get Trevor naked with him. Then, sadly, he didn't have the energy to do it. So instead he complied the best he could, letting an exhausted sigh when he was finally wearing something comfortable. The fae watched as Trevor moved to take his ruined clothes away and he smiled when the angel joined him in bed. Slowly, he reached to play with the angel's fingers when they were laying down facing each other "You're making it really difficult" he whispered "not falling in love with you." It was soft and a bit more serious than his usual teases, his words a blanket of honesty on top of the exhaustion.

Trevor laid down next to Cameron, pulling the covers high over them, to keep the fae warm. He caressed Cam's hand with a smile and a light blush on his face, "is it a bad thing?" He asked nervously, "but honestly I'm not doing anything," he tangled their finger together.

Cameron sighed once more, a tightness in his chest he was sure was not from the venom. "You're doing so much" he whispered, eyes closing to appreciate the soft caresses, his body slowly getting warmer. "But it's not bad" Cameron added "I think I like it... falling in love with you" his fingers moved slowly against Trevor's, but his eyes didn't open. It was too hard.

Trevor swallowed hard at the answer, "I'm just doing the thing you'd do for me," he smiled a little. Noticing how Cameron's eyes were closed, "I remember you saying you weren't ready or wanted things to get serious," he said softly, "maybe you're too tired to talk about this right now, you should rest," he said reaching to caress Cameron's cheek, "try to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up?" He promised.

There was no doubt in his mind that he'd do the same for Trevor if things were inversed, so that calmed down some of his guilt. "I did" he whispered, his words spaced as he fought to keep himself conscious "I'm stupid though" Cameron groaned in a yawn, followed by a couple of very deep breaths. Trevor's words, his warmth and his soft touches lulled Cameron into a deep sleep and he wasn't even able to tell the angel how much he appreciated his care. That would need to wait until the morning.

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @carp3diems | based on this }

everything had been leading up to this moment, having gotten away with many murders so far with only the occasional accusation from people who for the most part had ruled him out given him being there during multiple of the attacks. now, here he was, limping over to his girlfriend who had a gun aimed at his accomplice. limping in her direction after getting shot on 'accident' he put on the best performance of his life, "thank god you're okay baby..." he breathed out before finally closing the distance between them, taking the opportunity to send the blade he had hidden in his back pocket into her side. "because i really... really wanted to be the one to kill you." his tone was low, almost a whisper as his free hand raised to caress her cheek.

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb | based on this - plot: matteo could be coming after your muse with his friend because they are sick fucks OR it could be your muse is a hunter or someone they are trying to wipe out for some deeper reason. | your muse could've known him prior or had a connection, go wild. | please read rules before interacting. - can be supernatural or not, lmk. }

a sadistic chuckle fell from the males lips as he came upon the body of his friend, leaving him as the last one standing of five who had started out the night going after the other. "damn, they really underestimated you, didn't they?" matteo spoke, his body seemingly untouched aside from a small blood stain he got when finding his closest friend breathing his last breath. "you are incredibly impressive... tell me, how did it feel when you killed my friends?" the question came as his dark gaze raked over their figure, feeling no sense of worrying about his position despite what they had managed. admittedly, he was not simply impressed by what they had done but turned on as well.

[destielmemenews]

"Officials identified the man as 26-year-old Luigi Nicholas Mangione. He was born in Maryland and his last known residence was Honoloulou. He was arrested on firearms charges and taken in for questioning related to Thompson's death. He has not been charged with Thompson's killing at this time."

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[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a vision.

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason: Okay, so get this.

Jason: You make ten meals, you're not a cook.

Jason: You make twenty paintings, you're not an artist.

Jason: But you kill ONE PERSON—

[literallyagod]

Btw it's not cool to hate on people without empathy..

I don't care what your reasons are,, just cause I don't feel sad when you're sad doesn't mean in suddenly gonna murder your whole family or something

[stellewriites]

very much inspired by a post i’ll link at the bottom to avoid spoilers

i love putting john price in situations

simon had known price for over a decade, had served under him as his lieutenant for a good portion of it, so he was pretty confident in answering yes when asked if he thought he knew the captain well.

he could acknowledge he wasn’t as close as say laswell may have been, but he knew that price’s wife was not common knowledge around the base either.

he’d pieced it together over the years on missions; catching the odd comment shared over coms; the glint of a ring around his neck; the odd teased mention of her when they sat in the rec room after barely scraping through a tough spot, when price needed the company as well as the silence ghost offered before returning to the real world.

it was how simon knew the sergeants were staying when price let slip about her one day. because he doesn’t let anything slip, wouldn’t, especially about her.

“got anyone at home waiting for you, sir?” gaz asked as he sighed impatiently over the coms, hour three of silently waiting and watching had finally gotten to him.

“i do,” price said simply, not offering any further information. ghost could imagine the amusement tugging at his daft facial hair as price refused to continue without prompting and simon smiled under his mask when he heard johnny scoff next to him before chiming in.

“c’mon sir, give us a wee bit more’n that,” he weedled. “when’d ya meet? is she nice?”

john hummed, the sound low and crackly over the radio in their ears. “met when i moved.”

“oh, a real meet-cute type thing, eh?” gaz teased.

john ignored him. “wouldn’t say she’s nice, soap. she’s more than that. ‘nice’ is your aunt’s new wallpaper; you have permission to shoot me point blank if i start calling her nice.”

“what is she then?” ghost piped up. this was the chattiest john had ever been on the subject and he was going to take advantage.

john went silent for long enough that the three men thought that was it, the end to their sharing session and knowing more about their captain outside of work. simon chewed the inside of his cheek.

“she’s devoted,” john whispered finally before his voice firmed. “heads up, team, movement 2 o’clock. anyone got eyes on the target?”

—

it was months later when she was brought up again, the team thinking. nothing of it until price’s phone pinged in his pocket enough times to pique johnny’s interest as they prepped to leave.

“that the wife, sir?” he asked.

john huffed, didn’t bother checking his phone as he turned and shook his head. “she’s clingy, but she doesn’t bother me when i’m at work.”

“how’d you know?” gaz asked. “could be an emergency.”

“‘n’ how’d you get her to agree tae tha’?” soap followed up quickly, having had issues with his own flings petering out when he was distant and slow to reply.

“been with her long enough now it’s routine,” john said simply. he checked his weapons before heading for the exit. “helo in 5, be air ready.”

—

the mission had gone to shit, and they were stuck hidden in a building that looked like it was 10 seconds away from collapsing under a brisk wind when ghost finally felt his patience snap.

it was no one’s fault, but being stuck in another country with no back up and a target on their backs for an extra three weeks wasn’t ideal and johnny’s insistence on playing cards at every opportunity to keep his idle hands and mind busy combined with gaz’s tinny whistling had made for the perfect scenario to grate on simon’s patience quicker than anything else ever had.

“tell us about her. ya wife,” simon asked, his gaze slipping across to john, watching him pick at his nails. his cuticles were red and raw from four days of agitated fidgeting since they’d ran out of cigars and cigarettes. every so often simon caught him pat his empty pocket before he’d remember and huff heavily through his nose like a bull.

john closed his eyes at the mention of his wife and sighed. he started his description without protest or hesitance. “shes soft spoken. christ, you’d hardly know she was there half the time, she’s so quiet. but she’s firm. stands her ground no matter what,” he chuckled. “don’t think i’ve ever won an argument against her.”

kyle laughed and ghost closed his own eyes, trying to picture what he thought the captain’s wife might look like. pretty certainly, but was she tall, plump, did she have an endearing gap between her front teeth, did she keep her hair short or long?

“she’s a bit of a homebody,” john admitted bashfully, unaware of simon’s drifting thoughts. “but i can’t say i mind it.”

“not wanting to leave the bedroom much when yer back?” johnny joked, hissing when ghost punched his thigh.

john just smiled placidly, eyes still closed. his eyebrows pulled down as he gushed, “god she’s gorgeous in red. wears it every time i come home.”

“lucky bastard,” gaz huffed.

“yeah.” john nodded and finally opened his eyes. “yeah, lucky.”

“you’ll be back with her soon, cap,” gaz reassured him when he saw price swallow thickly.

“thanks, gaz. now who’s taking first watch tonight? soap?”

—

john was quiet on the plane ride home, not unusually so, but ghost noticed the difference all the same.

he was pensive perhaps, worried what his wife would say when he finally got home a month later than scheduled, uncontactable the entire time. ghost could understand to a certain degree that john would have more important things on his mind than what his three subordinates were going to do as soon as they stepped foot on home soil, so he didn’t push when john ignored the few threads of conversation thrown his way by their younger sergeants. instead he nodded when john said a quick goodbye as they all parted ways in the airport.

simon could only assume john was the same all the way home in the cab that dropped him outside of his little three bed house.

he didn’t see however how john hesitated at the door to his home that evening. how he gripped the front door keys tightly in his fist, shook as he stared down at his feet instead of letting his eyes drift and catch on the windows, and felt as though he could crack a tooth from how hard he was clenching his teeth.

he finally opened the door when he thought the neighbours might begin to get worried and stepped inside, flicking on the lights as he went.

it wasn’t until he got to the kitchen that he found her.

stood bare foot, silent, eyes wide and pleading, blood seeping - always seeping. would it ever stop? would the blood ever end? - through her white pyjama top, his top that she’d borrowed for the night, and trickling down her bare legs.

her mouth opened and she visibly struggled for breath, but no sound escaped even as her tongue wagged on the floor of her mouth, lapping at the backs of her teeth as all words escaped her.

he swallowed back bile.

“hello, sweetheart,” he choked out. “sorry i’m late.”

the blood pooled at her feet, the panties she wore were seeped a dark purple from the viscus liquid dying the dark blue material and the shirt stuck to her front. john had remembered loving seeing her like this in a morning, had always thought she looked best in as little clothing as possible.

“i know you hate it when work keeps me busy, but it was unexpected. we were caught—“ a high screech, not dissimilar to that of a whistle that only a dog could hear, pierced through his ears and cut his words short. he curled in and covered his ears, but he knew it would do no good, he should’ve known better than to talk about work around her.

not after what had happened last time he got back late after overtime.

tears prickle at his eyes and the sound abruptly stopped. he’d never questioned why it seemed to be only him that could hear her protests, why his neighbours never mentioned a shrill cry every so often from his home. he had always said she was made for him and that had apparently translated literally into the afterlife.

he looked up at her again - it was best not to ignore her he found. it only made her angry.

“it won’t happen again,” he promised wetly. “i did my best to get back as soon as i could, i promise, sweetheart—“ he choked on his words, biting back a sob. she watched unblinkingly, silent except for the wet squelch of her feet on the laminate.

they both knew he wasn’t apologising for being late this time. he got like this sometimes, when her agonised face and mangled body was too much to bear after a long mission and the guilt bore down like a physical presence.

he couldn’t help but think if he’d gotten home even just an hour earlier he might’ve been able to save her, to have kept her company instead of leaving her on the floor alone and cold, maybe he could have caught the bastards that had hurt her while he was still travelling back from deployment after agreeing to hang back and finish his paperwork there and then instead of emailing it across.

he reached a shaking hand forward and blew out a ragged breath when his hand met nothing but frigid air. but when he brought his hand up to his face he could smell the copper tang of his dead wife’s blood on his skin. the stench unwashable, cloying, but if he concentrated hard enough it ever so faintly smelt like the vanilla perfume she used to wear.

“was telling the lads about you, love,” he forced an empty chuckle as he walked around her to the kettle and went through their usual routine. “think they might’ve fallen a little in love, not that i could blame them.”

he ran a hand over his face and gave himself a moment to let the tears fall as his palm hid his eyes. her silence was the worst part of it all, but he could see the glaring red of her in his peripheral when he dropped his hand to the counter.

it wasn’t pretending his wife was still alive if she was right there at his shoulder, was it?

“looks like i’ll need to grab you some more pg tips, sweetheart,” he said and poured the boiling water into two cups, sparing a glance over his shoulder at his wife. “we’re almost out.”

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[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

I love how in fanon Dick is all uwu jaybird has done nothing wrong I will do anything to bring him home and Jason is all fuck off you don’t love me, whereas in the comics it’s Jason who keeps trying to get DIck to join him and Dick keeps being like no, fuck off? You’re a murderous criminal why would I do that?

[skyeconch]

Y/N : I love you :>

Toby : I love you too baby :>

Toby : I can skin someone for you :>

Y/N : oh uh you don’t need to! 😅

Y/N : but I appreciate the offering!

Toby : for real though I’d do anything for you :>

Toby : in fact let me go do it right now to show my love for you! :D

Y/N : NO NO TOBY WAIT—

[brckensociety]

with her tour coming to an end before the holiday season midnight had decided instead of flying home for the holidays she'd road trip, it had been a while since she travelled in a car for non-tour-based things and being alone on the open road was actually something she found relaxing. of course, despite preferring her solitude on the road she was the type who wanted to help those when they needed it. having spotted the man in need of a ride it felt wrong to turn him away, even if a part of her felt off about his seemingly kind persona it was the season of giving and the least she could do was give someone help in a time of need. "sadly most people are in a rush or too self-absorbed to offer help and i suppose picking up strangers with all the bad things in the world isn't always something people want to risk." but frankly, midnight had gone through enough in her life she wasn't entirely worried about bad people. when he pulled out the knife and forced her to step on the gas the femme flinched for only a moment out of instinct, the car shifting from her action before she refocused, gripping the wheels tight. she took his words in before her gaze shifted slightly to look at him from the corner of her eye, "i understand. don't draw attention, although that neck at my neck might draw some to the police that try and catch people speeding by the next major road sign," the blonde spoke, trying to remain calm despite the fact her life was being in his hands in that moment.

character / blair availability / m, f, nb story / blair is a satan-worshipping serial killer that's traveling the open road after escaping law enforcement in his hometown. hitchhiking across the southern united states, your muse has just picked him up off the side of the highway for some reason or another. cat-and-mouse fun ensues. setting / a lonely highway in the south, likely texas or alabama!

whoops! turns out when you murder people all over town, you might just get caught. that was the only reason blair was even wandering the southern highways. he made it out of his hometown of robichaux, louisiana by the skin of his teeth, so close to being arrested. luckily, small town sheriffs were stupid pretty much all across the board. so he went from one town to the next, hitchhiking along quiet state routes, and tried to indulge in his hobby as often as possible. sitting in the passenger seat of the stranger’s car, blair held the most polite, gentlemanly smile possible—he had a lot of practice, twenty-seven years of being a good ol’ boy before he finally learned the joys of death. it was all so easy for him. it sometimes took awhile, but inevitably, someone would give him a ride.

“i really do appreciate it, y'know. so many people drove right on by and didn’t even give me a glance.” blair appeared truly grateful, and he was in his own way. his right hand was in his jeans’ pocket, fingering the handle of his switchblade, twitching with anticipation. he knew he didn’t look like much, but he was strong. and quick. the act of murder was so kinetic and exhausting but blair could do it forever. that’s why he liked to tempt fate. it had been months since he started, and they never even came close to catching him since he left robichaux. kind of boring, honestly. blair became sloppier with each kill because he thought he was a god. the lack of capture proved it to him. even his victims weren’t much of a challenge. he started out with the weak, then advanced to stronger prey. he started in the shadows, then became more blatant. he still liked the weak and the shadows, but they just tided him over. “i guess most people wouldn’t take the risk of pickin’ up a stranger, eh?”

even though he was able to keep up small talk for longer than he cared to, his patience was running thin. he retained his smile as he brought the knife out of his pocket. the blade flipped out. he was still smiling. “guess you ain’t too smart then.” quickly, he pressed the blade against their neck and used his other hand to press onto their knee, forcing their foot onto the gas with his ironlike grip. “now, don’t try nothin’. this ain’t my first rodeo, y'know? don’t try to drive the car off the road or push me out the door. don’t speed to get the attention of some police cruiser. those are old tricks and i’m bored of ‘em, you understand? say you understand.”

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @wargcds }

"you know, i always had a thing for you," stevie spoke in a soft, bitter tone, eyes dark and practically soulless as she looked into the others eyes. one hand held the gleaming silver knife tightly, the perfect metal only tarnished by blood that wasn't her own. "it is a shame i'm going to have to kill you, kind of hoped you'd remain clueless and we'd fall in love through shared trauma. but you had to take off my fucking mask, get all hero on me." the femme glared at the other, head tilting slowly to the side. "too bad you weren't meant to play the hero in this story."

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on this | go wild in terms of connections. | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related but she is insane. }

there was a chuckle as stu heard the name she was called by the other. "psychotic? here i was thinking i just had character," she replied, emphasising the last words with an exaggerated wild look on her face as she moved closer to the other. "if looks could kill i'm sure you'd be labelled just as psychotic as me, darling," the femme spoke out, fiddling with her knife as the tip gently pressed into the pointer finger of her opposing hand. "also, name calling someone who just killed your friend... not the wisest move unless you're eager to join them. are you? i am sure you'd look absolutely delicious bleeding out next to them."

[thecorvidforest]

Today (May 5th) is Missing and Murdered Indigenous Persons Awareness day.

Native American folks continue to have very high rates of homicide and violence against them. Murder is the 3rd-leading cause of death for Native girls and women. More than 4 in 5 Native American people have experienced violence in their lifetimes, more than 90% of these from non-Native perpetrators. Most of these have not seen justice.

I want to uplift some events near me, and I would encourage fellow non-Native folks to look into the Native American communities in your area to find education, events, and fundraisers.

On May 6th, the MMIP Central Oklahoma Chapter is hosting a memorial walk and relevant speakers at the state capitol.

On May 10th, the CPN House of Hope is hosting a remembrance walk in Shawnee, OK.

On May 11th, the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma is hosting a community 5k/1 mile run in Antlers, OK with Choctaw vendor booths.

Here is a list of some other events for MMIP across the nation.

[destielmemenews]

"A source briefed on the investigation said each word was meticulously written, not etched, onto the casings in Sharpie. Officials are examining the casings to determine whether the words could be related to a possible motive involving insurance companies and their responses to claims. Investigators believe they could reference "the three D's of insurance" coined by the industry's critics, which are "delay," "deny" and "defend." The alliteration is a comment on the tactics that opponents say insurance companies use to delay or deny policyholders' claims."

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[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred: Step one: Make pies and cover them in poison.

Kate: That’s step one? What’s step two?

Alfred: Tell their widows they were thieves.