#mr. “please let me do war crimes”

[ghouljams]

Protege!Gaz taking CEO!Price's assistant to dinner after a long week, plying you with the magic words: "this company would fall apart without you." Commiserating with you about Price, letting you talk his ear off about his mentor. You're so used to the way Price eyes your chest that you miss the way Gaz's eyes linger on your ass every time you get up to grab a drink, or the fact that he isn't really joining in on your trashing Price, or the fact that his compliments are just shy of polite...

You don't miss the way he smiles when he snaps a picture of you to send to Price, or the way he coos that you looked "so pretty leaned over the bar" he just couldn't help it. And don't worry about all those nasty things you said about Price, it'll be just between the two of you(and the recording on his phone, "accidentally" sent to Price in the morning so he can choke his cock to the way you spit his name).

[vivwritesfics]

No Need To Ask

Chapter Twenty-Five - Why

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

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Carlos Sainz's pregnant wife sat in a room small enough to be considered a cell. It was incredibly dark inside of this cell, with the only source of light flickering overhead.

Y/N sat on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest. It had been three days and nobody had spoken to her. A faceless figure brought her food and water, but never spoke a word to her. She sat in that cell feeling grubby and grim.

Tears stained her cheeks, but she had long since stopped crying, with no tears left.

She was going to die in her. She and her baby were going to die.

On her fourth day in this grim cell, somebody approached. They walked over to Y/N, crouching down so that she could see him. The face she was met with was rugged and scarred, and at least fifty years old. He grinned a grim smile, his mouth missing a couple of teeth.

"Hello, Mrs Sainz," he said, his voice gruff, his accent British. He pressed his face to the bars of her cell and let out a laugh, a terrifying laugh.

She spat in his face. Her spit flew through the space between them, landing in his face.

His laughter halted for just a moment. But it started up just as soon as it had stopped and he wiped the spit away from his eyes. "And I thought you were supposed to be all meek and timid."

"A mothers instinct," Y/N said through a hiss.

His laugh got louder and he stood up straighter. Pulling out a camera he snapped a picture of Y/N as she scowled up at him. She was going to die in here, but she wasn't going down without a fight.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked him, her voice dry. "What have I done to deserve this?"

The man got back onto his knees in front of her. "Well, I suppose I can tell you. I will just be killing you anyway." Y/N's heart sank as he leaned against the wall opposite her. "I am owed a hell of a lot of money and you're going to help me get it."

She just stared at him, her mouth agape. "So, you kidnapped a pregnant woman, the pregnant wife of a mafia boss, because you want money?!" She cried. "My husband will find me. And he will kill you."

"Hang on now, pretty little thing." He had no right to call her that. If Carlos didn't kill this man, she certainly would. "You haven't heard the whole story."

A lump formed in her throat.

***

The feeling that settled over Carlos when he touched down in the Norris family private hangar was indescribable. Finally he'd be reunited with his wife, finally he'd be able to bring her home.

Carlos made his way to the Norris house, with Oscar in the passenger seat of the car. "I can't wait for her to see what we've done with the nursery," he said with a beaming smile. Oscar had never quite seen him grin like this. It was infectious, too.

It was maybe 6.30 in the morning when Carlos arrived at the Norris house. Lando wasn't awake yet and there had just been a change of shift of those watching over the house.

Carlos looked up at the window that he knew to be in Y/N's room. His wife, his pretty little wife. Soon she'd be by his side.

He knocked on the door and a very tired Norris pulled open the door. "Oh," he said upon seeing his brother in law, who appeared to be a lot more awake and coherent than he was.

Lando let Carlos into the house. "Do you want some coffee or something?" He asked, shutting the door behind Oscar as he walked in.

Those two greeted each other with a handshake. Carlos knew they were friends, but he didn't quite realise they were that close.

Carlos shook his head. "I'd just like to see my wife, please," he said, standing by the stairs.

Nodding his head, Lando began climbing the stairs. "I'll go and get her," he said, as if telling Carlos was an afterthought. God, he was tired. Unbelievably so.

Maybe ten minutes later Lando was making his way back down the stairs, running this time, his face as white as a sheet. "She's gone," he said quickly, definitely more awake this time.

Carlos was red with fury as he gripped Lando's pyjamas and held him up against the wall. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He roared. "SHE'S GONE AND IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU!"

What the two of them failed to notice was Oscar as he ran around the house, searching for his missing best friend. He searched her favourite spots, but she was nowhere to be seen. He checked through the whole house while Carlos screamed at Lando.

"Hey!" Oscar shouted as he walked back towards the two of them.

Carlos quickly dropped Lando. His hands were still balled up in a fist as he turned towards Oscar. "What?" He barked, his expression furious. There was a time where Oscar would have been terrified of him, but now he understood. He got why Carlos was as seething as he was.

"She's not in the house. What do we do now?"

But it was Lando who told them their grim reality. "We have to wait," he said. I can put my men on it, but there's nothing we can do until we have some sort of clue or something."

As uncomfortable as it was, the boys did just that. They waited.

***

"It was your mother who employed me originally," the man said, still wearing that grim smile. Y/N couldn't look at him, but she couldn't help but listen.

Her mother? Hire him? What would her mother want with a man like him?

But he was going to tell her just that. "There was somebody your mother wanted to get rid of, and it was my job to do just that."

"So, you're a hitman," Y/N said, but the man held his finger to his lips, effectively silencing her.

"Yes, I am a hitman. And your mother took out a hit on somebody. See, she was a part of the Mansell family as a young girl. The L/N's worked for the Mansells for years, but they never amounted to much. So, she wanted a bit of the high life. And she was going to do anything to get it.

"Norris had just had his first child and his power was raising. He was set to be the most powerful head of family in the United Kingdom. This, of course, was before we knew about Hamilton. Norris had a new baby and a wife he loved very much.

"Your mother knew what she needed to do. She needed to get rid of Norris's wife."

Y/N couldn't stop herself from gasping. Her mother wouldn't have somebody killed, would she? She had always been harsh, but she wasn't deadly. Her mother wasn't a killer.

"So, your mother hired me to take care of her little problem. I got rid of the first Mrs Norris, doing so in a way that made it took like an accident. That was my speciality, making things look like an accident. Norris never suspected a thing.

"He grieved tremendously. He was the head of family, he had an infant son and he had just lost his wife. Norris really struggled.

"So, your mother put herself in the right place at the right time. She caught Norris's eye and, three years later, you were born," he said. The smile he still wore made her shiver.

"I needed payment. It was a hell of a lot of money and I had done my part. Your mother owed me. Of course, all of her money was actually her husbands, and he didn't have a lot of it. She paid me in small instalments, but it wasn't enough. I am still owed close to a million.

"And then your mother died. She died and there was nobody to pay me. I watched you closely, you know. I watched you carefully. Where your father and brother tried their best to keep you a secret, I knew everything about you.

"I watched you the day Sainz and his boy had dinner with you. I followed you to Spain and watched your wedding. I watched through your window as Sainz's boy had his way with you on your first night of being married."

Tears sprang to her eyes. It wasn't something she wanted to be reminded of. That wasn't her Carlos, wasn't the man she was in love with.

"Your husband is a very wealthy man," said the man. "I realised that, through you, I could get the money I was owed. So, I hatched a plan. I got a team together and we raided every head of family, trying to get the information we need and opportunities for any more money.

"When we raided your husbands house, we were planning to take you. But we were stopped by fucking Sainz. He got in the way and gave you two time to escape. But we got what we needed and we got out. We knew we'd get to you another time.

"It was hard to locate your safehouse. But we followed that Australian boy and he led us right to you. But then your husband got you away. We spent two weeks looking for you, were about to give up hope, when Verstappen's son called your brother. Suddenly we knew where you were."

When Y/N let out a sob, the man stood up straighter and pulled out his camera. He pointed it right at his face and began talking. "Hello, Sainz. I believe I have something that belongs to you."

***

Carlos spent four days at the Norris house. But, to him, it might as well been four months.

On the fourth day, his phone buzzed.

Well, it had been buzzing on and off with the same thing since he'd first discovered Y/N was missing. Every notification he got was somebody saying that they hadn't found her. There had been a couple of times when he'd thrown his phone, he'd always managed to throw it at the sofa opposite.

This time, though, was different. This time the notification was from somebody he didn't know.

Carlos opened it, opened the video that had been sent to him.

It was hard to make out what he was seeing at first, the video too dark, the person not in focus. But then the person holding the camera adjusted it and the view of the person became clearer.

Carlos's eyes went wide.

"Hello, Sainz. I believe I have something that belongs to you."

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[evilminji]

Actually? WOULD Earth be the ones to petition Oa?

They are interstellar Space Interpol. You don't usually call them on different parts of your OWN settlements or systems. You call them in when someone is breaking THE Laws. Not necessarily YOUR laws, though obviously by breaking THE laws they clearly ARE. But THE Big Laws(tm).

Like Geneva Convention for Space type laws.

You have discovered Planet or King X is committing WAR CRIMES. Call Oa. Tax fraud? That's an inter-personal planet side issue they can't help you with. Pointing Nukes at your nursery settlement and threatening to blow up the infants there unless you give them sex-slaves?

Knock-knock! Taste HARD Light Constructs!

But if so? Then how would the situation get so out of hand on Earth? With the G.I.W.? Simple. Tell me, Mr. President, what do you know of the current day to day life of villagers in rural Siberia?

That they exist? Could you even NAME their village, if I referenced specific individuals? Likely not. And no one would realistically expect you too.

There are countless planets out there! With Leaders busy with local industrial conferences and infrastructure bills. Farming regulations. Talks with that planet a few stars over. Very busy. What do THEY know of Earth? Why would they NEED too?

But! As we know, Ectoplasm is EVERYWHERE. Not just earth. And? Thin spots are not just an Earth-centric phenomenon. Other planets most CERTAINLY would have them too. And depending on the species? The culture? To quote the wise sage Bill Wurtz "you can make a religion out of this!"

After all, chosen few, returned from death... glowing and more powerful then before? Immortal? It's a pretty reasonable conclusion to come too. They are clearly Gods Touched. Some sacred task they must complete.

It would likely even shape the ghosts of the region themselves. After all, they TOO, would believe they were chosen for some Important Religious Task. Be it study or collecting rocks. To what end? Unknown. Who are they to question The Gods?

But! Oh happy day! The old tyrant is no more! A chosen Hero! They go to greet him! Honor him, as you do. Traditional gifts and ballads. Maybe some sacred rocks. A fancy hat. But? Oh? The Champion is wounded! Gasp! Still? But the fight with Pariah happened-

And then they are given Grave Warning(tm). Don't go to Earth. Heretics attacking people. KILLING souls! Trying to KILL the king of all the Infinite! He is somber because his living parents were hurt. Preventing the END OF ALL THINGS!!!??

WHAT!?

These "People In White" tried to EXPLODE the very FABRIC of all realities!? Several of them faint. Truely, these Fentons MUST be chosen by the Gods! Heros. Legends. Such bravery in the face of such HORRORS. Please, let them be brought to their Living counterparts! The hospitals are quite good!

And you know what? Fuck it. Danny will take that. Because his Mom n Dad got hurt. BAD.

They learned he was Phantom at probably the SINGLE worst time imaginable and still chose HIM. Chose THEM. The GIW were coming for him. Gonna hurt Jazz. And his parents told them, with fire and blood, it'd be a cold day in hell before they let them so much as TRY it.

They BLEW UP their own life's work. Went literally scorched earth. And now? They're not doing so good.

Because the Zone isn't made for the living. No food, no water, and no real human-safe medical supplies. They've run out. Danny will take what he can get. He'd even go to Vlad but... his Portal's gone too. And the Buzzards said he looked... spirally. Very... "suicide runs until everything BURNS".

So, yeah. No one's doing so great.

Alien planet it is.

They are greeted with fanfare and respect. The best medical teams on the PLANET. The King and his family is there, to welcome him. It's... it's beautiful. Hardly some perfect utopia, but the air is lite. Art everywhere. The stars vivid and so easy to see, at night.

The King kinda reminds him of Mr. Lancer to be honest. Balding and a bit round around the middle, stern but endlessly fair about it, wants people to do their best and succeed in life. Maybe that's why Danny finds himself opening up. Because... because here is a real, honest to God, KING king.

Somebody who was actually TRAINED to do all this King stuff.

Unlike Danny.

And Danny? He's scared. People expect him to Lead now. To know what he's doing. To somehow just... suddenly KNOW how to do all these things he's never even heard about. He only barely just died. Has BARELY been keeping everybody safe.

BARELY stopped Pariah.

He doesn't know what to do. But he pours his guts out. All the things that have bottled up. And King Not-Lancer listens. Somber and thoughtful. There is little, if anything he can TRUELY do to help. But... there ARE things he can do. Lessons on statescraft, while he's here, for one.

As for the other? Well, as King, he does have the local Lantern's Call Sign. Not to be used lightly, mind you. But what Danny describes? And from what the Sacred Ones have reported? THAT must be reported to Oa. He can show Danny how to do that.

(He does)

[The Lanterns of Earth get a VERY exciting call from Oa. Are every different shade of pissed. But? Whoops! Looks like they ACCIDENTALLY put the Watchtower into a complete Quarantine! Well, dang. Guess we're all stuck here for two weeks!

Reset it? *sound of smashing computer terminal* Yeah, don't think that's gonna work! :)

WHO WANTS TO PLAY 20 QUESTIONS?? We'll start! :) Who here has heard of an organization called, and I quote, The Ghost Investigation Ward? :) ]

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[torchlitinthedesert]

Kenneth Tynan and the Beatles

Shout out to @mmgth for noticing Beatle mentions in the letters of Kenneth Tynan - including working with John Lennon, Paul's 1960s reputation, and glimpses of the breakup. (Alas, no George or Ringo.)

Tynan was a drama critic and later worked with Laurence Olivier at Britain's National Theatre. Philip Norman calls him "the most rigorous cultural commentator of his age": he championed working class plays in the 1950s, supported progressive art (and was widely believed to be the first person to say "fuck" on British television). So he's an interesting perspective: well connected, arty, eager for cultural change, but from an older generation, and outside the immediate rock/pop world.

The first mention is 1966, when Tynan is already working at the National Theatre.

28 September 1966

Dear Mr McCartney,

Playing 'Eleanor Rigby' last night for about the 500th time, I decided to write and tell you how terribly sad I was to hear that you had decided not to do As You Like It for us. There are four or five tracks on 'Revolver' that are as memorable as any English songs of this century - and the maddening thing is that they are all in exactly the right mood for As You like It. Apart from 'E. Rigby' I am thinking particularly of 'For No One' and 'Here, There and Everywhere'. (Incidentally, 'Tomorrow Never Knows' is the best musical evocation of L.S.D. I have ever heard).

To come to the point: won't you reconsider? John Dexter [theatre director] doesn't know I'm writing this - it's pure impulse on the part of a fan. We don't need you as a gimmick because we don't need publicity: we need you simply because you are the best composer of that kind of song in England. If Purcell were alive, we would probably ask him, but it would be a close thing. Anyway, forgive me for being a pest, but do please think it over."

Paul replied that he couldn't do the music because, hilariously, "I don't really like words by Shakespeare" - he sat waiting for a "clear light" but nothing happened. He ended, "Maybe I could write the National Theatre Stomp sometime! Or the ballad of Larry O."

It's interesting that Tynan approaches Paul individually - because they had theatre connections in common? Or did Tynan assume that John wrote the words and Paul the music, so Paul's the guy to ask for settings of Shakespeare lyrics? (Though he does correctly identify Paul songs in his letter, plus the musical setting of Tomorrow Never Knows, so he might just be asking because he's a Paul girl. He also wants Paul to know that he's cool and hip and has done acid.)

Tynan definitely is a Paul girl. On 7 November that year, he pitched possible articles (I think for Playboy). He offers articles on the War Crimes Tribunal (set up by Bertrand Russell on the US in Vietnam), an interview with Marlene Dietrich, or:

"Interview with Paul McCartney - to me, by far the most interesting of the Beatles, and certainly the musical genius of the group."

It's a reminder of how drastically Paul's reputation changed, between cultural commentators of the 1960s and post-breakup.

Tynan didn't get his Paul interview, but he worked twice with John.

On 5 February 1968, he's sorting out practical details for the National Theatre's company manager about about the stage adapation of John's book In His Own Write (which had already had a preview performance in 1967). It's a very Beatle-y affair:

Victor Spinetti and John Lennon will need the services of George Martin, the Beatles A & R man to prepare a sound tape to accompany the Lennon play. Martin did this tape as a favour for the Sunday night production, but something more elaborate will be required when the show enters the rep, and I feel he should be approached on a professional basis as Sound Consultant, or some similar title. I have written to him to find out if he is ready to help and will let you know as soon as he replies.

...John Lennon says that as far as his own contract is concerned, we should deal directly with him at NEMS rather than his publisher.

So John prefers to work within the Beatle structure: George Martin, Victor Spinetti, plus NEMS, rather than pursuing closer ties with his book publisher.

On 16 April 1968, Tynan writes to John about his ideas for a wanking sketch.

Dear John L,

Welcome back. You know that idea of yours for my erotic revue - the masturbation contest? Could you possibly be bothered to jot it down on paper? I am trying to get the whole script in written form as soon as possible.

John's reply is very John:

"you know the idea, four fellows wanking - giving each other images - descriptions - it should be ad-libbed anyway - they should even really wank which would be great..."

Oh John.

Tynan still wanted to interview Paul - and was noticing changes in Beatle dynamics. On 3 September 1968, Tynan pitched another feature on Paul, this time for the New Yorker:

In addition to pieces on theatre, I'd love to try my hand at a profile (I remember long ago we vaguely discussed Paul McCartney though John Lennon is rather more accessible)...

Accessible because Tynan had already worked with him, or because John was already flexing his PR muscles? The New Yorker was interested, because Tynan follows up on 14 October 1968:

4. A few days in the life of Paul McCartney (which we agreed should come at the end of the series of articles, because of the current overexposure of the Beatles.)

Why does he see the Beatles as "overexposed" in autumn 1968, when he hadn't in 1966? Was it the Apple launch? The JohnandYoko press campaign? The cumulative impact of a lot of Beatle news?

Tynan was still trying on 17 September 1969:

...I'd like to go on to either Mr Pinter [playwright Harold Pinter] or Paul McCartney... I incline towards McCartney who has isolated himself more and more in the past from the other Beatles and indeed from the public: he seems to have reached an impasse that might be worth exploring. On the other hand Pinter is a much closer friend and would be more accessible to intimate scrutiny."

I'm fascinated by this - that Paul's isolation was visible to those outside the Beatles circle (the letter is dated three days before the meeting of 20 September 1969, where John said he wanted a divorce).

But Tynan was right about Paul being inaccessible. On 5 January 1970:

I'm saddened to have to tell you that Paul McCartney doesn't want to be written about at the moment - at least, not by me. I gather that for some time now the Beatles have been moving more and more in separate directions. Paul went to a recording session for a new single last Sunday which was apparently the first Beatles activity in which he'd engaged for nearly nine months. He doesn't know quite where his future lies, and above all he doesn't want to be under observation while he decides.

So while Paul "doesn't want to be under observation", he's surprisingly open about the breakup - less blunt than "the Beatle thing is over", which he told Life in November 1969, but still frank.

Trying to persuade Paul to open up to "intimate scrutiny" in 1969 does suggest another reason why 1970s interviewers adored John. Tynan works for an older, more established press, but he's offering the kind of profile John would make his own - discussing his inner life and personal/artistic conflicts with cultural commentator who respects him as an artist. And Paul can't run away fast enough. As a journalist, you'd absolutely go for the guy who makes himself accessible and is eager to bare his soul, over Mr Doesn't Want To Be Written About At The Moment.

[lennjamin-o7]

Sometimes, it's a shame that I can only show what Technoblade is thinking in my writing. Because in the scene I just wrote-

Technoblade thoughts: "Please don't let my favorite teacher get hurt 😢. Mr. Craft's just a normal guy who wants to teach me about grammar!"

Philza thoughts: "You better fucking pray to any god who will listen that your throat gets slit before I can sink my claws into you. Because if I have my way, they will name a new War Crime after what I am going to do to you."

So, I'm just going to do my best to get across Philza's thoughts without saying the quiet part out loud.

[porcelana-r0ta]

The Curse of Sight, Part 3

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Summary: When Wes Weston meets Tim Drake-Wayne, the dots start connecting. And those dots form a Bat.

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When Wes gets home that night, he cuts off the part of Tim’s note with his name. His contact information has already been added to his phone, so he tears that part of the note up and then trashes it. The part containing his signature, Wes dumps into an envelope and scribbles out a note on a different sheet of paper: 

You owe me one. 

                —Wes

Wes seals the envelope, stamps it, and writes Tucker’s address in the center, and uses one of his mom’s fancy returning address stickers so he doesn’t have to write anymore. Then he rushes out the townhouse and drops it off at the USPS outgoing mailbox, and rushes back inside before the powers that be decide Wes should be mugged again.

Tucker may be one of the Gaslighting Trio, but he was still nice enough to help Wes in their computers class. 

xxXxx

Wes: Hi, it’s Wes! You gave me your number yesterday so I could give you coffee next time I went on a coffee run?

The reply comes unexpectedly fast for someone who runs a Fortune 500 company and is a whole entire vigilante, but maybe the coffee addiction is just that strong.

Tim: Wes! Yes, please. Have you left yet?

Wes: No, I haven’t even made the mobile order yet. Wanted to give you time to respond. Why?

Tim: Just a sec

Wes stares at his phone from his place in his mom’s office, where he sits in a brown suede chair that sits in front of her desk. His mom is typing away on her computer, a look of concentration on her face. 

“Huh,” he says to himself, then exits the chat to return to putting in orders. He’d like to just click on a past order and reuse it, but Felix and Kourtnie are always changing their orders. He’s convinced it’s because they hate him, but maybe it’s that he’s letting his experience with Jade color his vision. 

“What is it, sweetie?” his mom asks without pausing in his work. 

“Well, Tim asked me to text him next time I went to get coffee. And like, I did. And he answered, but then told me to wait a sec.”

“Can’t ignore orders from the big boss,” his mom says, and Wes nods. 

“Yeah, but I think Kourtnie will die if she waits too long for her caffeine fix.”

“She’ll have to get over it, or stop by Batbucks before she comes in.”

“I don’t think she wakes up early enough for that….”

His mom snorts, “You’re right on that front. How did you even meet Mr. Drake?”

He shrugs and looks back to his phone, “I dunno. He pressed the elevator button for me a few days ago, and now suddenly all of this—” he gestures to everything, “—is a thing.”

“Teenagers,” his mom mutters under her breath. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing. Just that you suck at describing things.” 

“You’re mean. I’m disowning you as my mother.”

“Have fun on the streets of Gotham.”

“I’ll sell your credit card numbers online to buy a bus ticket back to Amity.”

“Greyhounds don’t go to Amity. Try again.”

“I’ll hitchhike and get serial killed by a semi-truck driver to get back to Amity. Then I’ll come back as a ghost and haunt you and Gotham.” 

“Not Amity Park?”

“No, they have other problems.” Like the Guys In White. Gotham has issues, but at least they aren’t government-mandated war crimes type of issues. 

His mom goes to say something, but a knock at her office door stops her. She finally looks up from her computer and makes eye contact with the interrupter, and says, “Oh, come in, Mr. Drake.”

Wes has to physically stop himself from whipping around, “Oh, hey, Tim! What’s up?” 

This is it. He’s finally figured out what I figured out and now he’s come for my kneecaps.

Okay, that was dramatic, even for him. He was making the Bats sound like a little family of mob members. Really, they were just superheroes. They couldn’t do anything harmful to Wes. At least not physically.

….Would they erase his memories? Is mind-fucking considered physical harm? 

Wes breaks into a nervous sweat. 

“I just want to help Wes out with his coffee run,” Tim explains with that charming Wayne smile that wins the hearts of anyone who feels. “I hope you don’t mind me going out with your son, Penny?” 

“Not at all,” his mom answers. “Have fun, boys. Oh, and Mr. Drake?”

“Yes?”

“Tell your brother to stop flipping off the cameras every time he spots paparazzi.” 

Tim winces, “I’ll send the message, but we can’t really run a business and control Jason at the same time.”

Jason Todd. As in Red Hood, the second Robin. The one who was pronounced dead overseas, but was miraculously found safe and somewhat sound several years later. Fantastic.

Wonder how much of that death was real? Wes has had enough ecto-exposure thanks to his stalking hijinks in Amity Park to know when he’s around others who have been touched by Death. He’s about 60% sure he could clock that in Jason Todd if he ever happened to get near him. 

Hopefully while in his civilian persona. Wes is uninterested in meeting any more vigilantes, thank you very much. 

They say their goodbyes to his mom and he gets up to follow after Tim, his knees a little wobbly. How long can he pretend to be nervous about hanging out with the guy who signs not just his paycheck, but his mom’s? 

They walk through the PR Department and make it to the elevator, painstakingly going through the motions of small talk. Wes is aware of every word he utters, carefully asking himself what could be taken the wrong way, and what is innocuous enough to say. 

“So what did you want from Batbucks?” he asks as the elevator lowers. 

“Oh, the same as what you got last time,” Tim answers, and Wes abides by that request with a single press of a button. Their conversation moves to favorite TV shows as they leave WE and head to the crosswalk to make it to the Batbucks across the street, and once there, Wes pushes the check-in button to signal to the baristas that he’s there for pickup whenever the order is finished, and they take a seat against a wall and far from the windows. 

“A Trekkie, huh?” Tim asks when Wes tells him his top five TV shows. “And a crime fan, too.”

Wes shrugs, fiddling with his fingers, “I like to figure out the ending before the characters do, and honestly, I just like George Takei.”

Tim tilts his head, “That’s fair. I like crime shows, too.”

Haha yeah, I bet you do.

“What’s your favorite?” Wes obligingly asks. 

“Oh, Criminal Minds, easily. Spencer’s a great character.” 

Wes wonders how a person with two full-time jobs like Tim has time for hobbies that include 40-minute episodes. 

“You just like seeing characters in pain, don’t you?” 

“I do not!” Tim protests, affronted. “I just think he’s a good character! With good development!” 

“That’s what I’d say, too,” Wes teases. 

Tim shakes his head, “You’re impossible. He’s just a good character! He’s so smart and awkward. What’s not to love?” 

Wes gives a half-shrug, “I mean, I guess that’s fair. He is a good character. But I’m more of a Garcia person.”

“They really make the show,” Tim agrees. “Their dynamic is iconic.”

“Speaking of iconic….” Wes takes a deep breath disguised as a sigh. Okay, so if he were going to be interrogated, it would have happened by now. So it’s probably not happening unless he’s going to see a Bat on the fire escape tonight. But if he can just reveal a tiny bit of his hand—just a little smidge—maybe he can avoid suspect altogether. 

“Yeah?” 

“I have to ask,” Wes says nervously. “It’s definitely not my business, but yesterday, when I dropped off the coffees…. I kind of saw the picture of that villain? And I was wondering… who told Mr. Wayne that the villain had a sticker of a My Immortal quote? Who had to explain to him what My Immortal is?” 

Because surely Tim knows, if not from having read the infamous fic then from doing research about the villain. 

Tim smirks and says, “That’s the best part, Wes. Bruce already knew.” 

He choked on air, “You’re kidding me!”

“I’m not. I’m really, really not. You didn’t hear this from me, but,” Tim pauses, giving a playful, sneaking look around for any listeners, and he whispers, “my brother Dick referenced it so much that Bruce read it himself.” 

“Bruce Wayne. Read My Immortal.” The fucking Batman read My Immortal? Willingly? 

“Oh yeah, he did.” 

“Did… did he recognize the quote? Did he remember?” 

“No, but he did when Dick said, ‘Damn, I hope Batman puts his middle finger up at that prep villain.’” 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Wes knows he’s getting a modified version of what really happened, but he can fill in the gaps. Nightwing quoted My Immortal to Batman. And Batman recognized it because he once read the fic in an effort to relate to his teenage son. 

Well, vigilantes are human, too. Why shouldn’t Batman know who Vampire and Bloody Mary are? 

The next few minutes pass in friendly conversation before their order name is called, and both get up to collect. Wes tries to get two out of the three carton holders, but Tim intercepts. 

“Tim,” he says, half-chastising. 

“I just like helping! And this is getting me out of a board meeting.” 

Wes’s face screws up in distaste. “Well, that’s fair, then.” 

They make their way back to the 73rd floor of Wayne Enterprises and they are hounded in the way that has become so expected for Wes. A new addition to the coffee delivery is Rebecca’s eyes lighting up upon seeing that Tim is helping Wes. 

“Did you like last night’s meme, Mr. Drake?” Rebecca asks, collecting her venti iced mocha latte.

Tim nods, “I did. Nice work on the Photoshop. And the filming equipment should be down today.” 

Wes watches as Rebecca does her best not to squeal in excitement, “Thank you, sir!” 

He nods and turns to Wes, “I’ll see you later, yeah?” His black bangs do nothing to hide the way his eyes crinkle at the corners.

Wes nods wordlessly, his throat suddenly tight and full. Tim’s smile widens and he leaves for the elevator. 

When the doors close on his figure, Rebecca jams her index and middle fingers into Wes’s ribs, “Oh my god, were you two on a coffee date?” 

“Ow, Rebecca, what? No! He just wanted to escape the board.” Wes rubs his ribs comfortingly, his muscles stinging. “That hurt, what the hell?”

“Sorry!” She’s not sorry at all. “Do you think we can get him to do a TikTok for us?” 

He spares a glance at the elevator, which has long since taken Tim up to whatever floor he haunts. “Maybe? It’d make sense, considering the whole CEO thing. Why wouldn’t he be in a TikTok at some point?”

“No reason,” she says, but there’s a fire in her eyes and a mischievous cut to her grin that she fails to hide behind her coffee. Wes’s gut curdles in dread. 

“You terrify me.”

“Thanks! Now come to my office. You need to practice your lines for the TikTok.”

“I feel like my mom has to sign some kind of release form if I’m going to be on the WE TikTok,” he warns, but dutifully follows after her. “Also, you have a cubicle. Not an office.” 

“Hush, or I’ll take away your stool. And your mom already signed one, so ha.” 

“Hushing.” He mimes the action of locking his lips and throwing away the key. 

“Ugh, you’re adorable.” 

They get to the cubicle and each takes a seat, Rebecca immediately sorting through several stacks of papers before making a triumphant noise and handing him a sheet. Wes takes it and stares at it uncomprehendingly for a few seconds. 

“Rebecca, this is just stage directions and the lines to that Cunk on Earth audio.” 

She nods, “And if we get the TikTok approved fast enough, maybe we’ll even post it when the trend is still semi-popular.” 

“And what will I be actually saying?” 

“Don’t worry about that. Just focus on being able to lip sync.” 

“Oh boy."

xxXxx

Wes had thought he would have at least a few days to get used to the idea of having his face plastered all over the internet. Unfortunately, it would seem he underestimated Rebecca’s work ethic when it came to something she wanted because she only made him do three retakes, and then she made quick work of editing. Wayne Enterprises' first-ever TikTok would be ready to go live in the morning with his mother’s and Tim’s approval. 

The TikTok in question is Wes standing in the Wayne Enterprises lobby, smiling wide and happy at the camera when he first begins talking: “It’s hard to believe I’m walking through the ruins of the first ever city.” He pauses, drops the smile, and says, “Because I’m not: that’s in Iraq, which is miles away, and fucking dangerous.” Then, he holds up two cartons of coffee into the camera frame, all filled with (secretly) empty paper venti cups, and is swarmed by various WE employees who volunteered (or were coerced by Rebecca) to be in the TikTok. 

Rebecca doesn’t let him see exactly how she subtitled the video, but he can guess. And sure enough, when the TikTok profile and video simultaneously go live the next day and Wes sees it, he is proven mostly right. 

“It’s hard to believe I’m the new face of Wayne Enterprises’ official TikTok. Because I’m not: I’m just an intern, and I get the f*cking coffee.” 

Rebecca had even captioned it as if he were the one writing and posting: It’s at least a paid internship. The words are then followed by a string of hashtags. Well, that just goes to show that you can’t trust corporations’ social media, even if they do try to come across as real and friendly and like a person who could be your friend. Parasocial relationships are dangerous, who knew?

“The likes and comments are coming in fast,” Rebecca says, staring down at the WE phone that Tim had sent down with the filming equipment to use for the WE TikTok. She’s also done more than she needed to with it, downloading other social media and logging into them on her personal profiles. Wes didn’t comment on it, even if he did think it was not the smartest move, but she said it was so she could get away with “studying” current trends easier. 

“It is Wayne Enterprises,” he remarks. “It’d be like if, I dunno, if Superman finally downloaded TikTok. But, like, this is more corporate greed than ‘protecting humanity’ type of thing.”

“That’s true,” she nodded. “But I mean, the Waynes are pretty generous. I make more here than I would anywhere else.”

“Yeah, fair. And paid internships aren’t exactly common, either.” 

Wes wouldn’t admit it, but while he’d given up on proving the Fenton-Phantom conspiracy and other identities, he did still have a bit of a stalking problem. So when Google sent him a news alert about the Waynes making a press statement about the break-in, he immediately hit it to read the article while Rebecca read new comments on TikTok aloud for him to hear. 

The Waynes Speak About Break-in At WE

The article discusses how grateful they were to Batman and his flock for stopping the break-in, even if they hadn’t caught the new villain. Really, it’s just a puff piece about the Princes of Gotham’s perception of the Knights of Gotham. And considering Wes’s insider knowledge, the article comes across as a little condescending and self-praising, and he’s close to exiting the website when a throwaway comment near the end of the article catches his eye, and he reads on. 

VV: And are you at liberty to say what the villain was looking for? Is it something we should have our eyes on?

BW: [laughs] Well, it’s something that has been spoken about before, I believe? I think Tim could tell you more about it than me. He’s definitely got the brains. You know, when he was—

TDW: Haha, thanks, B! I can’t give too much away because the lead scientist on the project, Dr. Michelle Amir, will get upset, but I can say that we’re expecting a breakthrough in renewable energy. 

VV: Are you sure that’s all you can tell us? 

TDW: I’m afraid so. Dr. Amir is very protective of her research.

VV: And it would seem with good reason! It’s a good thing Gotham’s own….

…And the interview returns to preaching the Batfamily’s praises.

Wes has to roll his eyes at the Brucie Wayne persona trying to take every conceivable opportunity to gush about his children. 

Still, he recognizes that the article was published just a few hours after the TikTok started to go viral. Any reports about the WE break-in will be buried under tabloids dissecting the new TikTok profile and what this means for future WE advertisements. Clever, and exactly what he expects from the Bats. 

As he exits the website, a text notification pops up at the top of his screen. It’s from Tucker Foley and all it says is, “YOU!” in all caps. 

He sighs as a rush of other texts hit his phone from his classmates at Casper High, some even including the link to the TikTok. 

And so it begins. 

xxXxx

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Ch 11 - Love & Hate

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The Cali cartel wouldn't let it slide. They would respond accordingly.

A single slip on a whim was enough. Pablo's mother went to church on Christmas Eve. The Castaño brothers managed to follow her and attack Pablo's family forcing hem to flee.

Pablo would be against attacking. It was just a matter of time. And a war would start on the streets of Medellín. Sooner or later.

You just received a letter informing that Blackie's girlfriend's family had been murdered. It was Christmas Eve. They killed a pregnant woman. Pregnant. Los Pepes acted again.

You asked Trujillo to deliver the letter to Peña. You didn't want to have to see him.

"¿Estás bien?" Trujillo asked.

“I don't want to see this kind of thing anymore..." your eyes were full of tears.

You left the department as fast as you can. You warned Javier that this would get out of control. If you saw him, you would end up losing your mind.

"Esto acaba de llegar" Trujillo delivers the letter to Javier.

He closes his eyes after reading the information. Knowing that you saw that.

"Esto se está saliendo de control, Peña"

Javier runs his fingers down his chin. He reaches for his gun and leaves.

He goes to the crime scene. The place is quiet, just the noise of the team collecting evidence, death scattered throughout the room in the house. All dead. Blood.

***

It was already late at night, you are reading, the dim light of the lamp next to your bed, with a baby pink nightgown, with lace on the hems and neckline.

You hear someone knocking on the door of your accommodation.

You frowned. You hesitated.

Three more beats.

You get up and walk to the door.

Javier Peña, propped up with his big hands on the frame of your door.

You freeze at the sight of him . It takes a few minutes to process, and remember how to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

Javier's eyes dance on your body from head to toe. Seeing you with this night gown falling on the curves of your body was the only thing that could turn off his mind.

"Can I come in?"

"No. What do you want?"

Javier's eyes were deep. And you knew that in addition to the lust that waved at you, he was sadder than indecency.

"Enter"

You turn your face away, letting the air out through your mouth.

"No, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you, and first of all, I'm just doing what you asked me to do"

"I..." Javier hesitates "I just wanted to talk"

You look at him.

"You're stinking of cigarettes and exhaling alcohol from your pores" you try to argue.

Anything not to have him in your room, because you know where it would end.

"Please, it's Christmas"

"So what? Do I look like Mrs Claus or something ?"

Javier stares at you. And you know he wouldn't get out of there if you didn't give in.

You roll your eyes. And pushes the door making room for him to pass.

"Thank you" Javier comes in.

It was stupidly ridiculous how you always ended up doing what he wanted. You close the door, and turn to Javier crossing your arms.

"What do you want to talk about?"

That was a good question.

Javier was watching your room. He walked to the bedside table, reached the book you were reading. Killing time. The last time he was in your dorm you were missing.

The truth is that not even Javier knew exactly what he was doing there. After leaving the crime scene. It was as if his head was connected to yours by an invisible wire, which pulled him to you. He just needed to be with you.

You were like a refuge for him in stressful times and shitty days at work. It was you who could turn off the noise of the world around. You were someone that made him comfortable. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to be part of you.

His legs automatically walked to your door. He didn't know exactly what to say, how to say it, but he wanted to be with you.

He scratched his nose, ran his fingers through his mustache. The hand on his waist, while looking at you.

"I didn't regret it," he said.

You frowned confused.

"What?"

"In the cleaning room, you said I regretted getting involved with you," he explained, "I didn't regret it"

You're froze for a while.

Javier Peña listened to you after all.

His eyes begin to dance on you, your hair stuck in a messy bun at the top of your head, go down your neck, your collarbone, the volume of your tight breasts in your arms crossed in front of your body. The curve of your hip contrasting with your waist. Your bare legs.

Javier runs his tongue through his lips. You were mouth-watering. He looked at you with devotion.

You blink a few times trying to concentrate.

"And what does that mean?"

Javier sighs.

"I just didn't want you to think you didn't mean anything to me. Because..." he hesitates "you do mean something to me”

What was going on?

"Look, Javier, I don't want you to think that just because we have sex you owe me something. I just want you to respect me"

"I respect you"

"You avoid me, and pretend I'm invisible if I arrive too fast not giving you a chance of you running away at the first opportunity"

Javier closes his eyes, and presses his fingers over them.

You were right. From the moment he realized the effects you had on him. From the moment he realized that he didn't want to and couldn't get involved with another woman, no matter how much he tried. That if he was with another woman, it was you he was thinking of .

An idiotic defense mechanism began to whistle and take control of his attitudes towards you. Out of fear. Afraid of what he was feeling.

"I'm sorry" Javier's voice was low and low.

You frowned again, tilting your body slightly forward towards him.

"Who are you? And what did you do with Javier Peña?"

He smiles blandly.

"I'm serious," he stares at you.

You sigh.

“You're sorry, Javier, you don't owe me anything”

He nods. And he stays silent for a while. Making you anxious. Uncomfortable. You didn't know what to expect.

"Where do you intend to go with this conversation?"

"I don't know what I'm doing, but the only thing I know for sure is that I'd like to be with you, I'd like to be good to you"

"So you want to be with me, be good to me, telling me to disappear? I can't understand you"

"I just wanted to keep you away..."

Your mouth opens in surprise, Javier was talking about feelings, obviously the effect of alcohol.

"Well, then, congratulations, you did it"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"Javier, I'm already hurt, mentally and physically"

He stared at you, frowning. There was silence for a while.

Slowly Javier begins to walk towards you.

His big and firm hands sliding through the greeting of your arms.

You drown into the puppy's eyes as he stares at you. He approaches by reducing the distance between you.

"I tried to ignore it. Pretend it was just an attraction. But nobody’s made me feel that way..."

Javier's fingers slide the strap of your night gown down your shoulders. Chills run through your body. You are unable to move.

"Nothing has this effect you have on me"

Javier's fingers slid smoothly along the contour of your face.

"Javier, you just want sex" you held his fists.

"Maybe. But I want it with you, only you"

You feel a knot in your stomach, it seemed like you were being hit by something right in the middle of your chest.

"You're drunk"

"I'm telling the truth"

You looked at him over his eyelashes.

"You made me sad, you wanted to make me sad, you left me alone" your voice was a whisper.

Javier slides his fingers into the curve of your breasts, your hardened nipples mark the fabric of your nightgown, you feel your mound throbbing.

"I'm sorry"

His fingers come down sliding your breast and you stiffen. Close your eyes.

"You only look for me when you need to forget the shit you're doing" you hesitate when you no longer feel his fingers caressing your body, opening your eyes.

"You make me feel good" he holds your chin.

"Where do you want to go with this?"

You weren't able to process what was happening. The things Javier was talking about. What was the point of that?

Javier leans over you towards your lips. Warm hands around your face, you close your eyes. Your noses leaning against each other.

"I want you" he whispers.

Your breathing is irregular. Your head seems to be foggy. Nothing is clear. It's all messed up.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some kind of control over him.

"You just want a distraction from your problems" your lips were so close that you felt the pinching of Javier's mustache on your skin.

He shook his head.

"No..." he walks away so he can look at you "When it's over, I always want to leave. But with you..." he hesitates, studying your face "with you, I want to stay"

Your stomach drops. The blood seems to have been drained from your body. You're silent for a while.

What was that? A Christmas miracle?

"Javi..." You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to organize the thoughts "this is not right"

"Look at me" he tries to hold your face in his hands .

You bite your lips. Javier's smell was like some kind of drug, a psychoactive made especially for you.

"Please..." was almost a whisper.

You obey.

"I'm telling you the truth. I tried to deny it, but..." he tries to find the words, his eyes dancing between your mouth and your eyes "I can't..."

You hold his fists again, around your face.

"You make things difficult for me, doing the wrong things, acting recklessly, without thinking about the consequences, being a total asshole..."

He interrupts you.

"I can solve this" he frowned.

You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. .

"You can, but are you going to?"

Javier’s hand grabs your waist, pulling his body against yours hot, big, hard, you feel his cock already hard behind the jeans.

His eyes darkened with desire, hunger, with all the things he wants to do with you, half-closed.

"Yes," he murmurs, moving your hair out of the way, moving to your neck.

"Yes?" You repeat more than you really ask.

"Yes" he whispered in his ear.

You don't need much convincing, you easily lose all the determination, in fact, very little determination you left when trying to stay away from Javier Peña. Your mind totally goes blank at the touch of his soft lips on your neck. Feeling his heavy breath on your skin.

His hands reach for your back, pulling you as close as possible. Your pussy clenches around nothing.

There you were, the lust and desire, the two pillars of your relationship.

Javier's mouth runs down your neck slightly while the other hand slides down the fabric of your nightgown, you do not resist. You just feel a tingling heat radiating on your stomach.

The fabric of your clothes slipping down your body releases your breasts, leaving them naked, exposed. Javier's fingers smoothly ghosting over your nipple, your body stiffens. His warm hand massaging your breasts.

"You're beautiful” he whispers.

Javi keeps nipping down till he reaches your breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth. Your hands quickly reach for Javier's hair. His tongue dances softly over your perked up nipple, you let out a satisfying moan down your throat.

He knelt down, and slid the rest of the fabric of your night gown off your body, pooling it on the floor around your feet. You are naked in front of Javier as he is kneeling.

He looks at you with devotion. His hands holding your waist firmly, his fingers sinking into your flesh.

"You're like a Victorian painting" his tone is almost like worship. He draws a path of soft kisses down your stomach. Working his way down.

Your fingers slide through his soft hair. His hands move from your waist to grab your ass.

There was no turning back. You would let him do whatever he wanted to you. You are pliable to his will. Completely surrendered. Javier was the first man who made you feel this way.

Javier inhaled your scent while the roughness of his mustache contrasted on your soft skin. His lips found their pile, you grasp for air with an open mouth.

"Let's go to bed" you manage to say.

Javier stands up, his eyes hooded and dark with desire, trained on you, overflowing with sire. You take off his jacket, sliding over his broad shoulders and unbutton his shirt, both ending on the floor. Your hands go down Javier's defined chest, sending chills through his body, making him twitch, your fingers make their way down until they reach the waistband of his jeans.

Javier kisses your forehead, tilts his head to the side, to fit your lips into his, pressing a warm and firm kiss. You unbutton his jeans and undo the zipper.

You trail down Javier’s abdomen with soft kisses until you reach his underwear, quickly removing it. His cock is hard when it springs free, it’s leaking precum already. You removed his jeans and underwear with a swift movement. You get on your knees with your gaze trained in him.

Your hands hold the base of Javier's cock, you open your mouth, without breaking eye contact with him, you put the head of his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him.

"Fuck" Javier was panting.

You could see his chest go up and down fast. You started sucking, lowering your lips along his length, until you felt his head in your throat, your hands held his leg, and you started working his shaft with your lips. Javier's hands went to your hair, holding it between his fingers. Your tongue began to curl around him, pressing his length, as you moved your lips, his hands began to pull your head, you increased the pace, but he pulled your hair, taking your mouth out of him.

Javier threw his head back.

"Fuck, babe! You're so good to me..." he was panting "I don't want it to end like this"

Javi pulled you up, passing through your waist, go down to your ass, to the back of your thigh, lifting your body to be on your lap, your two legs cross around Javier's waist, as he walks to the edge of your bed, putting a knee on it, and leaning to lie down.

You crawl to the middle of the bed, and open up to him. He positions his shoulders behind your thighs, his hands on the pulp of your ass, while looking at your pussy shining at him.

"Hermosa" he mumbles

You lean on your elbows, watching Javier bite his lips, and leaning over to prove you.

He moans as he dips his tongue into you, feeling your warmth and its bittersweet taste, his fingers open you to him, before you feel his tongue sliding once again to your rigid and tensioned clit, making your body spasm with the contact. Shivering. Your head falls backwards.

Your hands stick on the sheet under you, while Javier's tongue works in your middle, making your body squirm in response.

His hands firm on your hip, in an attempt to keep you still, you whine, Javi presses his lips around your clit sucking it the heat of his mouth, his tongue on you. He was eating you as if it were his favorite meal.

"Javi..." your hands ran through his hair.

Javier is looking at you, his eyes narrow, watching your mouth open as your back begins to form an arch, he circles your clitoris with his tongue, and slides two fingers into you, working together in tandem with his tongue.

Your hip starts to move back and forth on his face. It was Javier Peña, and he knew exactly what to do with you. His fingers are dexterous, reaching the place he knows makes your breath. You turn your head to the side in an attempt to drown out your moans in bed. While Javier reaches the sp spot inside you that he knows makes you melt.

You don't take off and you are soon swinging on your thighs around Javier's head, you tremble and he knows you're close. You cum with a strangled moan, the wave of pleasure that radiates through your body, your pussy squeezing Javier's fingers, your goes dark.

His hands caressed your stomach with a slight pressure, calming you as you come do your high , he feels your body relaxed on the bed, his lips kiss the inside of your thigh.

As soon as your breathing stabilizes, Javier holds his cock, writhing when he sees you melted for him.

He was beautiful under the yellow light of your lamp. The pink tip dripping precum, the thick vein of his length, Javier leans over to kiss you, as you feel his weight on your body, skin with skin, so for the first time, lying down, naked bodies on a bed.

A warm, soft, needy kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, you feel your taste on his tongue.

You around his waist, holding him into you. Your hips moving in a desperate attempt to slide his cock into you.

"Easy, babe," he smiles, bringing his hand to guide him to your entrance as you lift your head to watch him.

But Javier slides into you, sinking his cock, in your tight heat, until his body was totally over you, your hips together, your pussy throbbing.

He moves his lips a sharing ing at you, his heavy breaths, sharing the same air, you run your fingers through his hair, caressing, Javier closes his eyes, feeling your affection, you two seemed to be one , his nose brushed yours , you felt his cock writhing inside you.

"Javi, please" your hip moves looking for him. Wishing for something, you were sore, desperate for him to possess you.

"Please, what?" He murmured over his lips.

"I need to feel you..."

Javier touches his forehead against yours, and somehow he pressed painfully deeper on you, and retreated, slowly, redoing the path, you moved your hip, in his rhythm, he began to sink into you more firmly, opening you to him, building your orgasm at a painful and electrifying pace. You feel your hips meet with his obscene noises.

You throw your head back sighing with your lips open. Your hands pull his body, your legs hold around him, all so that he is as close as you can manage to.

Your pussy clenches Javier's cock, while he makes his way inside you. As much as this is not the first time you feel his cock sink into you, you are sure you won't get used to how big and thick he is.

"Fuck, babe" he murmurs between your neck "it looks like you were made for me"

And it was real, you moved as if you knew where you needed to be, hands, lips, legs, the heat and weight of Javier's body on top of yours, it was intoxicating, and the more you had, the more you wanted, it was a hunger that did not go away.

You moan, unable to find words, while your room is filled with heat and dizzying noises.

Javier's cock hitting deep inside you, reaching places you didn't know could be reached, making you feel the pressure forming again in your core, ready to cum for the second time for him.

This time you feel Javier more cautious, a gentle caution that borders on affection and need.

It is difficult for him to hold on when he is inside you, the path to his release is so short and satisfying that being inside you becomes a torture so that he does not cum so fast.

He feels you squeeze around him. Javier slides completely out of you, leaving your pussy throbbing with desire.

You're whining.

He turns you on your back and bring your hips up. You open your legs so that it stays around his knees. He is squeezing your ass.

"This is certainly the vision of paradise," he murmurs, as he pushes his head to the mattress, leaving you prancing for him.

And he pushes his cock into you slowly getting used to this new angle.

"Goddammit.." he says with gritted teeth. If it was difficult before, now it was much more.

The position left free access to Javier's cock, and he could get deeper into you. He could perfectly see your pussy swallowing his cock, while grabbing your ass perfectly pulling you against him.

You took a deep breath when you felt it hit your cervix. The noise of both your hips when he pushed so deep into you, that you became one. Your hand slides to your clitoris, touching yourself as he moves his hip with obscene sounds.

You start to move too, chasing your orgasm. Javier gets paralyzed when you start rolling in front of him with his cock inside you.

"Fuck, hermosa, that's..." he releases the air, without words. "I love feeling you like this..." he was panting "you're going to cum, just relax baby, let go"

He moans almost a cry of adoration, when he feels your pussy squeezing his co as you moan his name desperately, cumming on his cock.

"Yeah, cariño, that’s it" Javier's hands go down your spine, while your body suffers from pleasure. And he can't hold back any longer, he pressed himself into you, holding his cock as deep as possible, faltering over your impulses, you feel him swell and pulse inside you, with a primitive and animalistic sound behind you, whispend filled y dripped down your leg.

Your vision has darkened, with so much pleasure, and how his orgasm drains your energy. As soon as you realize that Javier's pulse has calmed down, his legs slide down the bed. Javier slips out of you with a moan.

His hands slip down your leg collecting what leaked from your pussy, his fingers pushing inside you. You moan. Just opening your leg to give access to his fingers.

Next to you, Javier slides two of his fingers back into you, you are oversensitive after two orgasms.

"You want more" he kisses your shoulder.

You shake your head. Unable to do anything else.

"Mhmmm" overwhelmed.

The sensitivity makes it easier, you are smooth with him dripping from you, then Javier inserts his third finger, making you moan an even more pleasurable song to his ears.

"You get one more babe..." he encourages when he feels your needy pussy squeezing around his fingers again “just relax and give me one more Hermosa”

He kisses your back, your shoulders...

So tight, sucking his fingers, that they writhe inside you to get to the point where he knows it makes you see stars. You chase his fingers with your ass up.

"Relax cariño, just relax and come for me, I know you can" he says in your ear.

It doesn't take long for your body to start squeezing in hard spasms, you release the air through your mouth in worship. The third orgasm passing through your body, leaving you seeing white.

"Javi..."

He chases your orgasm, until he stops feeling your body shaking.

Javier lies next to you, he puts his arm under your head. His fingers fixing your hair. You are jelly, Javier needs to pull your body, completely soft with pleasure.

He kisses your forehead.

"Merry Christmas, babe" he speaks softly, while fixing his body pressed to your body.

You didn't know it was possible to achieve this level of pleasure. He was the first to get it out of you. He was the only one who could do it.

Your head on his chest, the smell of Javier clouding your mind, still troubled by orgasms. Your breaths calming down, together. Javier's fingers sliding down your spine.

"What do you want from me, Javi?" You murmur, your lips slipping the warm skin of his body, leaving a kiss on his chest, sighing.

Javi is silent for a while.

"Is it just sex for you?" He asks.

It takes you some time to process. Javi feels like you've been frozen.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He shrugged.

"I want to know how you feel"

What if you said something wrong and he just disappeared?

You two were adults. The truth will always be your choice. If he can't handle it. May he get better.

"I..." hesitates "I don't know, at first yes, but..." you get up, supporting your elbow next to him on the bed, he "is it just sex for you?" You repeat the question to him.

He smiles, releasing the air through his nose. Javier looks at you, and passes a stir of your hair behind your ear, his fingers sliding down your jaw.

"That's what we just did. It's definitely not just sex"

You blink at him. Running your eyes for his peaceful expression after sex. So, here and now, his face was clear, without expression marks, the crease on his forehead, always apparent, disappeared.

Your hand over to hold his face, and caress him with your thumb, your chin rests on his chest.

"What are we going to do?"

Javier's fingers caress his hair.

"I want you" he speaks softly, as if it were a secret.

"Javi..."

You knew he was a man of several women. You've never seen him date anyone. Don't even take anyone seriously. Which way was he trying to go?

"No, cariño, I thought I would never find someone like that, for me, but you've been here all this time. I know I'm an idiot most of the time, but I can't excuses when we just made love as if we were going to merge our bodies into each other."

Make love. The day has comd when you heard Javier Peña say he makes love.

You smile. Without being able to hide it.

"What is it?" He smiles too.

"You're messing with hard drugs" you remember the day he said he didn't love.

He smiles, and pulls you up, so he can be close to your mouth. The fact that you are warmed by a strangely contagious happiness is too much to hide, to contain. You tried to deny yourself, keeping busy as long as you can so as not to think how much you wan all Javier Peña for youself.

And now he was there, delivered like a Greek god to his beloved human, in your bed.

His eyes study you. You press a soft kiss on his lips. While you run your fingers through his hair.

"I would do anything for you, I know I can be good for you," he murmurs on your lips.

"You are a good man, Javi"

"Come here" he opens his arms, offering you his chest for you to lie down "can I stay?" He asks.

"Yes" you settle in his body, intertwining your legs in him.

***

You wake up before Javier. He looked peaceful, sleeping like a baby. He was so big that your bed was too small for him.

You got away of him slowly so as not to wake him up. You always woke up earlier and arrived earlier, he could sleep longer if he wanted to, you didn't want to wake him up.

You took the opportunity to observe him lying on your bed, to keep it in your memory. That was one of the best nights of your life. You already slept together, but now it was another scenario. You bit your thumb between your teeth, remembering how he spoke to you yesterday, each word a blow to your heart surrendered to Javier.

You hear a noise on the floor, and startles in a fright. Running your eyes on the floor, looking for the sound, as fast as you can.

Coming from the clothes you discarded the night before, you move the floor, quickly in the hope of not waking up Javier.

It was his cell phone ringing.

"Peña" you say, still crouching on the floor, without worrying what they would think with you answering his phone at the first hour of the day.

"It's Don Berna"

You freeze, your legs softened. Your stomach fell.

Don Berna. You heard that name. You met this man. He was responsible for your kidnapping.

"I need to discuss business with Peña, is he there?"

You're still on the floor. The heart racing.

Javier sat on the bed looking at you, sleepy. He gestures asking who it was.

Watch your hand falling slowly holding the phone.

Javier noticed your expression as if you had seen a ghost, pale, you are crouched on the floor. Your mouth slightly open.

He frowned. And he gets up, reaching for his pants on the floor putting them on, as he walks to you.

He reaches for the phone in your hand.

"Peña"

"It's me, Berna, I need to talk to you"

Javier hangs up immediately. He presses his lips in a thin he. Now he understands the reason for your shock. He kneels down to reach you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch me" you push his hand.

It was as if Javier's touch burned your skin. His eyes were snapped.

Did you know that Javier was involved with Los Pepes, some cartel, some drug trafficker enemy of Pablo, could turn a blind eye to it, because although they are an unscrupulous group, and knowing that this could trigger a disaster, they were after Pablo Escobar.

But Javier and Don Berna? No. Not him. This man kidnapped you. He left you 9 days in the hands of disgusting creatures. Taking you to extremes of fatigue. Fears. Traumas. There was no way you could get over it. The simple memory of what you went through, awakened what was worst in you. You feel betrayed.

They tried to rape you and Javier was meeting the man who threw you in the lion's den?

Your hands cover your body, as if Javier wasn't in you the night before. You reach for your nightgown on the floor.

"Cariño, I can explain"

"Don't call me that."

You couldn't breathe. Just dress as fast as you can and run to the other side of the bed.

Javi gets up as soon as he sees you basically running from him.

He tries to reach you.

You back off. Your arms wrapped around your body.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Shouldn't I? Are you doing business with the man who kidnapped me, what do you want me to do?"

"No..." Javier shakes his head, keeps the tone low, patient.

"Did you participate in this? Did you have any involvement with my kidnapping? Did you offer me in exchange for information?"

Javier froze with your assumptions.

"What?" He frowned "no! Of course not, I never..."

"So what is it? Do you know where he is and are you going to arrest him?" You're a little hysterical.

"Listen to me"

"No" you're in denial "I can't believe you... how could I be so stupid? You used me..." you were sobbing, and you're not sure when it started.

"What? Babe, please…" Javi was surprised "No... I don't..." Javier advanced towards you, but you retreated until you were leaning against the wall.

"Stay away from me"

"Babe..." he seemed to feel some pain.

"Is that what I was for you? A fucking currency of exchange for information. That's why you didn't give me access to the files... everything makes sense!" You had your hands on your head while squeezing your body, as if you wanted to get rid of your skin. "How can you?" You stared at Javier, continuing with your daydream.

He was perplexed. He didn't know if he was sad that you found out like this. Or because you make these assumptions of him. He would never use you.

"Get out" you point to the door.

"No. You need to listen to me" he walks up to you, stretches his hands in front of his desperate body "please believe me or not, I would never negotiate you for information, never..."

"So you're going to arrest him? Are you going to turn him in?" Tears flowed down your face.

Javier feels desperate.

"Babe, IIt's not like that, you know, I can't..." he murmurs.

You smile ironically, looking at the ceiling. Sticking your nails to your arms.

You walk to the pile of clothes on the floor, reach for his shirt on the floor, and throw it to him.

"I’m not your babe. Get. Out."

"No, we can't stay like this, I would never do something like this to you, please, you need to believe me..."

"I trusted you" you were inconsolable sobbing "I trusted you and you used me..." you couldn't finish

Javier shook and advances holding you in his hug, you try to let go but you can't.

"Please babe, I'll never..."

You push his chest hard.

"Don't touch me!" You screamed. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, your breath, trying to get back together "How could I be with you when you're working and cofor ng up for the man who kidnapped me?"

Javier looks away.

"Is that how you want to be good to me? Getting involved with the man who locked me in a room, leaving me there to be raped by the son’s of the cartel bosses?"

Javier shook his head. Prosecuting. You were right. He put on his shirt. His body was sore, tense. He felt an eagerness to do something but there was nothing he could say or do to fix it. He walks reluctantly to the door.

"Sorry," he says, and leaves his room. Martyring yourself.

You feel tears of anger and pain running down your face.

Stupid!

With Javier it was like that. You went from 0 to 100 in seconds. From love to hate.

***

You meet a man when you mess with his family. And Pablo Escobar was capable of hatred, revenge and terror.

How could he not directly attack the Cali Cartel, after attacking his family. He attacked the legitimate business of the Cartel. Gilberto Rodrigues was smart, and used a network of pharmacies to launder the money from the traffic. Escoba the buildings sending whoever was nearby into the air. There were dozens of explosions around the city.

People were terrified. He was sending a direct message to the government. If we continued to ignore the actions of Los Pepes. We would suffer the consequences.

Terror attracts terror. And Los Pepes responded accordingly.

What was the purpose of all that? It was hell on earth.

Javier pulled the chair to sit at the usual table that Don Berna used, in the same cafeteria they were in.

"I won't collaborate with you anymore," he murmured.

"Didn't you like something we did?"

"From the killing of innocent civilians, to begin with"

"I don't decide whether they are innocent or guilty, that's for the priests, right?"

Javier leans over the table.

"The Castaños are getting more and more crazy. That wasn't the plan"

"But it's working"

"Not if I stop giving you information"

"Your girlfriend doesn't want to help us anymore, is that it?"

Javier hit the table.

"She has nothing to do with it, she never participated in anything"

"I can talk to her if that's the case"

Javier got up, pointing the indicator to Don Berna.

"Don't go near her! Stay away from her. Can you hear me?"

"All right Peña, let's do the following..."

Javier knew you were right from the beginning. But seeing his co-workers being punished, and dying because of Pablo Escobar, and nothing happened, left him blind for revenge.

He wanted Pablo to pay. That justice be done by him, or by whoever was willing to fight against drug trafficking. And unfortunately it happened to be just the man who kidnapped you.

Javier went there with his mind made up. It had to end. He couldn't risk losing you, now that he had finally found you. Now that he knew you could only be his. There would be no room for anything else if it weren't for you.

But Don Berna was quick.

"I don't agree with the Castaño methods, but Pablo's men are hidden like rats. They're scared. Including Pablo's lawyer, my men attacked him with an automatic machine gun, and these kids didn't hit any shots, can you believe it? I need you to help me find him, so Pablo doesn't have a spokesperson. And we're done with that, you help me and I guarantee your girlfriend will be safe."

It would be the last thing he would do. And then he'd be out.

Javier asked Edward through Central Spike to track down Fernando Duque, Pablo's lawyer.

Edward requested the requirements, but Javier passed over you, the authorizations of Messina and the Ambassador.

Pablo's family tried to leave the country. The government couldn't stop them from leaving. But Pablo had a bad past with the airline. When he blew up a plane in the air in the past. And the company made sure everyone knew that the family was trying to take off.

You had to go to Bogotá urgently. A meeting was called with the president of Colombia, ambassador Crosby and Messina.

The president reported that Escobar bought 8 tickets to different places in the world on behalf of the family.

"We need to keep them in Colombia," Crosby said.

Legally there was no way to prevent them from leaving the country. But with the right support, they would not be accepted in other countries.

Your job was to contact all eight possible destinations of the family, and negotiate requesting support so that the family would not disembark. With the family in Colombia, Escobar would have to be cautious, and this was an asset that you could not lose.

You called the DEA agents, and prayed that Javier wouldn't answer.

With all this turmoil, you didn't have time to think much about things with Javier. And you were deeply grateful for the massive amount of work occupying you to be disturbed by the affective memories of the last night they had together.

The worst thing was that Javier's smell was still on your bed, on your pillows, on your sheets. It was difficult when you were so submerged in the deep sea that it was Javier Peña, and everything he caused in your body. At the same time, he was the person who supported and incited by giving the information to a group of vigilante assassins, in partnership with a cartel that kidnapped you and made you wish death, to continue living in the conditions in which you stayed for days.

Murphy answered the phone.

Thank God.

"I need you to get your passport and go to the airport. Escobar's family will try to leave the country, and I need you to follow them, wherever they go."

"Yes, when?"

"Now."

Javier was worried about studying the tension of his partner's body. He knew you were in Bogotá, it was already a nuisance not to have you where his eyes reached, and seeing the way Murphy looked, anxiety took over his body.

"And, Murphy?"

"Yes?"

"Don't tell anyone. Anyone. Did you hear me? Nobody. Do you understand?"

Yes. Murphy understood. He couldn't even talk to his own partner. Since he was an informant. And it wasn't more reliable.

"Who was it?" Javier asked.

Murphy said your name, as he reached for the coat to go out, and picked up his passport in the drawer.

"Where are you going?"

" Out" Murphy was already going up the stairs.

"With your passport?"

"Yes"

"Are you just going to say that?"

"Yes"

And he disappeared.

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And that kids is, how I met your mother

Hi everyone! I'm so happy you liked my work 'And that kids is how I met your mother'. Since you all liked the background story of her family so much, I decided to introduce you all to Y/N's chaotic family, the Order of the Dark Knights! Consider it a gift from me! The next part of my fic will be coming soon but until then please enjoy and let me know your thoughts and comments on this because I worked hard on this.

The Order of the Dark Knights

"Family isn't always blood. Family is who you carry with you forever. It's the people who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you'll always love them. Nothing can ever change that.

Y/Father's Name

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."

Position.

Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights, a feared gang in Ketterdam.

Former heir of a prestigious Ravkan noble aristocratic family

Former Seargent Major in the Ravkan Army.

Dangerous Criminal and mastermind who has no limitations.

Politician in the Merchant Council

Businessman of his legitimate criminal organization empire.

Alias and Nicknames

The Grim Reaper

The Destroyer of Worlds

The Bringer of Destruction

The Devil

Mr. Y/Father's Last Name

Soldier Boy (Affectionately named by Sebastian Dante)

Tragic Crime Lord (Mockingly used by his friends)

Onion

Pineapple (Because being called these annoys him)

Daddy

Talents and Skills

Highly intelligent, professional, and pragmatic.

Business management

Military training

Strategic and tactful.

Calm and cold, prefers not to be emotional.

Leadership

Manipulation

Deduction

Cunning and resourceful.

Combat and marksmanship proficiency.

Prefers not to hurt innocent civilians

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Blackmail

Kidnapping and abduction

Freeing indentured and enslaved people.

Bribery

Assault and battery

Name a crime and he and his team has done it.

Humiliating Pekka Rollins by always being one step ahead of him.

Threatening the Darkling and fighting against him to protect Maya Sharma's location.

Blackmailing and intimidating the Darkling to stay away from Maya and his crew.

Carrying out an assassination of a high-ranking councilor and the King's best friend.

Carrying out an assassination of the Queen of Shu and her husband.

Carrying out an assassination of one of the former Grimjer King in the Fjerdan Royal Family.

Carrying out an assassination of a filthy, dirty mercher who had twisted views on Grisha and women.

Stealing the Crown of the King from the Great Palace along with many valuable paintings, documents, and jewelry that was named the Grand Heist without being noticed or taking a single shot but did blow up the ridiculous lawn and the dome of the palace just for fun.

Carrying out a heist to rescue the daughter of the prominent Minister of Trade in Novyi Zemeni by gatecrashing her wedding and helping her escape from marrying an eighty-five-year-old man.

Carrying out an assassination on the Minister of Foreign Policy in Novyi Zem who had radical and dangerous ideas of diplomacy bordering on war.

Stealing valuable paintings and sculptures and selling them to the highest bidder.

Shooting a drunk man who abused his wife and his children daily.

Stealing valuable treasures from all over the world.

When Pekka Rollins threatened him, your father responded by pouring pigs blood all over Pekka Rollins who was at a public event.

For being an incredibly annoying asshole who many want to punch.

For outsmarting many crime families and criminals that got close to killing him.

Loves

Doing crime and looking good doing it.

Riding horses and taking care of them.

Smoking

Drinking

Scheming the downfall of his enemies.

Spending time with his friends and family.

Playing pranks with his son on his best friends and listening to him, talking to him, and teasing him about girls.

Holding his daughter in his arms, having tea parties and braiding her hair, and doing anything to see her smile and laugh happily.

Playing cards and laughing with his found family.

Watching his son and daughter grow up and being there for both of them.

Treasures

His found family

His daughter and son

His criminal empire and his kruge.

His pocket watch

His cigarette lighter.

His gun.

His son's flowers.

His daughter's art and essays.

Songs

Legend by the Score - Here we go, here we go. It's my turn to make history. Here we go, here we go. When I'm gone they'll remember me.

Wanted Man by Royal Deluxe - I'm a wanted man. I got blood on my hands. Do you understand? I'm a wanted man.

Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Seeds - You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams. He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems.

Family Line by Conan Gray - Oh, all that I did to try to undo it, All of my pain and all your excuses. I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. Someone who loves you wouldn't do this. All of my past, I tried to erase it. But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same

Achilles Come Down by Gangs of Youth - Today, of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love. How you will heal and you'll rise above. Crowned by an overture bold and beyond. Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

Light by Sleeping at Last - I'll give you everything I have, I'll teach you everything I know. I promise I'll do better. I will always hold you close but I will learn to let you go. I promise I'll do better. I will soften every edge, I'll hold the world to its best. And I'll do better. With every heartbeat I have left I will defend your every breath. And I'll do better

Famous Quote

"When I sleep, I have a dream. And in my dream, someone wants my crown."

Sebastian Dante

"If it's time to go, remember the best. Remember what you are leaving. My friends have always been the best of me."

Position.

Second in Command of the Order of the Dark Knights.

A former soldier in the Ravkan Army.

A dangerous sharpshooter who never misses a shot.

Godfather to Y/N, the daughter of the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Prankmaster General.

Best friend of Y/FN, the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Alias and Nicknames

The Ketterdam Bandit

Killer King

Charming Rogue

Seb

Baz

Bastian

Idiot

Moron

Fucker

Mischief maker

Prankster.

Talents and Skills

Highly intelligent

Military training

Strategic.

Manipulation

Combat and marksmanship proficiency.

Observant and stealthy

Gifted with the ability to assemble contraptions from spare parts.

Good at being the distraction.

Master of playing the idiot while pulling off clever ruses and telling half-truths and proving to be an effective liar.

Ruthless and resilient

Flirtatious and charming.

Adventurous, emotional, and unpredictable.

Gives good hugs.

Eccentric, tender, and playful with a childlike nature that talked to children as equals, acknowledged their issues, and has compassion and love for them, helping them out if they are upset and scared.

Hopeful, optimistic, brave, and trustworthy.

Self-sacrificing and loyal until the very end.

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

His endless charm

Kidnapping and abduction

Freeing indentured and enslaved people.

Assault and battery

Shooting people in style.

Memorable Moments

Flirting with literally everyone to get out of trouble. He brags that he almost seduced your father to his friends but nobody believes him until one day, Sebastian winks charmingly and dramatically at your father, and your father grins and winks back. Everyone loses their shit and chaos ensue.

Disobeying your father's orders by taking you to Ketterdam on the first days you were found. You were being pushed in a stroller by Sebastian, Yuri, and David when a bunch of men who had a vendetta against them chased them down. Yuri stayed back to distract the men but some of the men got past him and chased Sebastian and David who split up. Some men chased David who had the stroller in his hands which fell down a couple of stairs revealing just a blanket and pillows. You were relatively safe with Sebastian who was being chased by a couple of other men who shot at him. He grew very angry at the idiots shooting at you and using violence in front of the baby and kept you aside safely, and shot them all, killing them.

Playing spectacular pranks on the rival gangs, especially on Pekka Rollins.

Pekka Rollins would come back home to find his home flooded with soapy bubbles. Sebastian would glue a donkey onto the roof of Pekka's club. He'd glue the furniture onto the ceiling. Portraits that had been in the same spots for a long time were suddenly replaced by different portraits. Every wall of the Dime Lions' place would be painted hot pink. Replacing Pekka's shampoo with bright yellow and turquoise dye. As the pranks increased, Pekka was paranoid that one of his ancestors was displeased with him, and the Dime Lions grew scared that it was the spirits of those they killed taking revenge.

Being mistaken as your father's husband many times all around the world and is very proud of it. He pretends to be married to your father to get whatever he wants and puts it on your father's tab.

Being the only one who can get your father to eat a decent meal and sleep for a proper amount of hours.

Screaming in happiness and bursting into tears when your father asked him to be your godfather.

Being a very loving godfather who cried in joy when you took your first step, said your first word, and wailed when you went to school.

Loves

Scheming and playing pranks on friends and enemies alike.

Drinking, dancing, and gambling

Styling his hair and looking at himself in the mirror.

Babysitting his goddaughter and his nephew.

Spending time with his friends and family.

Teasing his friends, especially your father.

Kissing his husband and boasting about how awesome his husband is.

Treasures

His best friend and brother, Y/FN.

His husband and his best friends.

His goddaughter and his nephew.

His precious revolvers.

His cool coat. (Your father thinks it looks silly but Sebastian thinks he looks very handsome in it.)

A bottle of whisky. ("Y/FN, stop reminding me of the reason I drink every night)

Your ideas for pranks and everything about you.

Songs

You're My Best Friend by Queen - Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine. And I want you to know that my feelings are true. I really love you.

Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy by Queen - I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word, your wish is my command.

Monsters in the Dark by Mykey - And a single step is all it takes. Over oceans, all emotions, I feel trapped under the weight. Can’t keep my head above water long enough to say that I love and miss you dearly more and more after each day.

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush - And if I only could I'd make a deal with God and I'd get Him to swap our places. Be runnin' up that road, Be runnin' up that hill, Be runnin' up that building

Long Live by Taylor Swift - Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made". And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid. Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you. I was screaming, "Long live the look on your face" and bring on all the pretenders. One day we will be remembered

O' Children by Nick Cave and the Seeds - Pass me that lovely little gun, my dear, my darling one. The cleaners are coming, one by one. You don't even want to let them start.

Famous Quote

I'll be a story in your head. But that's okay. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one. Because it was, you know? It was the best.

Minjun Park

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves. It is not my nature."

Position.

Legal and Business Advisor of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Closest confidante regarding the schemes and heists.

Respected Alumni and Scholar of the University of Ketterdam.

Uncle to you and your brother.

Happily married to his wife, Ari.

Head negotiator in charge of negotiating with rival gangs and other business parties.

Talented swordsman and sharpshooter.

Alias and Nicknames

The Wordsmith.

The Checkmate

Silvertongue

Trickster

Moonpie (Nickname affectionately given by his best friends)

Minnie (Sebastian nearly died when he said this nickname)

Know - It - All

Smartass

Baby boy

Mom (Minjun has simply resigned himself to being called the mom of the group)

Talents and Skills

Highly intelligent, logical, creative and strategic.

Combat and marksmanship proficiency.

Observant.

Knowledgeable in many areas of expertise.

Well-read and well-dressed.

Good communication skills in speaking, writing, and understanding Shu, Suli, Ravkan, Kerch, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Patient and persuasive.

Adaptable and assertive.

Ruthless and resourceful.

Conflict resolution and value proposition.

Decision-making and problem-solving.

Ruthless and resourceful.

Trustworthy and kind.

Curious

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Blackmail

Kidnapping and abduction

Assault and battery

Memorable Moments

Powerful negotiation skills that have the element of surprise.

Saving his friends from trouble by taking advantage of the loopholes in the law.

Defeating opponents with well-chosen words, philosophy, and reverse psychology.

Slamming a man's head on the table until blood was all he could see just for insulting his wife.

Calling a city-wide 'missing persons' search with speeches, pamphlets, notices, posters, and appeals whenever his friends' favorite things go missing such as when David's favorite pillow went missing.

Discussing the likelihood of Vasily becoming a good king within earshot of the Queen of Ravka and Prince Vasily.

Teaching you and your brother rude Latin phrases under the pretense that it's Shu.

When he heard that the King of Ravka was giving a speech to allies gathered together in Ravka for a conference, he found a way to get his hands on his speech that was written in highbrow Shu and edit it into a potentially offending and hilarious speech that everyone laughed out loudly until they cried when performed.

Punishing people for simply 'being in his way', 'breathing too loudly', 'existing', 'blinking four times in ten seconds', ' walking in front of them', and 'thinking that you were more fabulous than me'.

Telling his friends off for swearing in front of the children and once threatened to wash their mouths with soap and water.

Forces Sebastian to eat his vegetables if he wants dessert.

Carries Natalia to bed and tucks her in after a particularly tiring and exhausting mission.

Insists on changing his friends' bandages.

Always complaining about the mess in their place in Ketterdam. (Yuri, do you know what a wardrobe is?)

Fusses over Holly constantly.

Wiping the dirt off David's face with a handkerchief with a motherly sigh.

Comforts Ari and Maya when they find a hole in their clothes and sewing it right back up for them.

Nags your father to go to sleep and once drugged his coffee to get him to sleep.

Accompanies Adira to pray with her and gets her to eat when she is tired.

Gets very excited about his friends' accomplishments and boasts about it to anyone and everyone.

Loves

Reading books in the quiet of the library or his bedroom.

Spending time with his wife, talking with her, and listening to her play music.

Shopping for impeccable and well-tailored suits with Y/FN.

Taking his nephew and niece to gamble and playing cards with them. (Every time he goes with them, he wins a lot of money)

Cleaning the whole house, getting it spotless for the children.

Listening to his friends come up with the silliest ideas and spending time with them.

Putting up with his friends' shenanigans, pranks, and silly ideas because they were worse than children.

Encouraging your brother's and your love for learning by acknowledging and indulging their curiosity to experiment and explore new things.

Being fiercely sassy with your mother whenever she suggests that girls should be seen and not heard and boys shouldn't be so soft and sweet.

Treasures

His wonderful and intelligent wife, Ari.

His books.

His best friends.

Your brother and you.

His precious and stylish clothes.

His wine.

His money.

Your and your brother's accomplishments

Songs

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender - I was far too scared to hit him but I would hit him in a heartbeat now. That's the thing with anger. It begs to stick around. So it can fleece you of your beauty, and leave you spent with nowt to offer. Makes you hurt the ones who love you

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift - But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer - Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet. Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. Late night devil, put your hands on me. And never, never, never ever let go

Brother by Kodaline - We've taken different paths and traveled different roads. I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old. And when you're in the trenches and you're under fire I will cover you.

Forest Fire by Brighton - I'm gonna carry your bones, I'm gonna carry them all, I'm gonna carry you home. And oh, I'm gonna bury these bones. I'm gonna write it in stone that you were my home, my home. How was I to know that you're my home? But now, I'm lost, so lost.

Soldier, Poet, King by Oh Hellos - There will come a poet whose weapon is His word. He will slay you with His tongue

Famous Quote

But no matter how far we venture into the unknown, the worse monsters are those that we bring with us.

Yuri Ivanov

"They are the weak ones. Because they'll never know love or friendship. They'll never know the beauty and happiness your friendship has brought to my life. And I feel sorry for them. "

Position.

Demolitions Expert and the Genius Inventor in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Happily married to his husband, Sebastian Dante.

Second favorite uncle of yours and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Angel of Death

Avalanche

Crossfire

Ivanov

Mad Hatter (Because his selection in hats is madly ridiculous)

Commander of Chaos

Bombass (Because his butt is da bomb according to his husband)

Sunshine

Sweetheart

Freckles

Bambi (Because he tripped down three flights of staircases and still walked fine)

Talents and Skills

Clever and imaginative.

Empathetic and kind

Can invent something out of anything random and different.

Passionate and outspoken.

Daring and brave.

Proficiency in combat and demolitions.

Resourceful.

Honest.

Has a vast range of knowledge regarding demolitions.

Talented in speaking Ravkan, Kerch, and Suli.

Flirtatious and charming.

Trustworthy and loyal.

Responsible.

Famous for

Mass murder

Vandalism and destruction of property.

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Assault and battery

Memorable Moments

Blowing up everything spectacularly.

Building a shrine to Maya's hair.

Starting a new religion based on Sankta Adira with ceremonial robes, pamphlets, speeches, candles, notices, and a merchandise stall.

Bringing pornographic magazines to the library and the University of Ketterdam bookshops as an example of 'fine erotic literature,

Forging passionate ardent love letters to Pekka Rollins with the help of his friends pretending that it's from his ardent secret admirers in Ketterdam.

Forging letters from Pekka Rollins' mother expressing disgust for his dirty teeth and stupid beard.

Sending a get well soon card to Pekka Rollins every week. Pekka wasn't ill, Yuri just thought he could be a better person.

Sending toothpaste, toothbrushes, shaving cream, and a razor with a stink bomb and a glitter bomb in the care package sent to Pekka Rollins on his birthday, Valentine's Day, and Christmas Day.

Wearing a mourning veil for seven months when Pekka Rollin's beard was mysteriously shaved off.

Inventing a set of fireworks that formed into a dangerous crow that chased Pekka Rollins around Ketterdam leaving him and his Dime Lions with burns.

Decorating Ketterdam with banners and pictures of Sebastian on his birthday, his half birthday, his quarter birthday, the anniversary of his first crime, the anniversary of their marriage, and basically whenever he wants the world to know just how much he loves his husband.

Being undercover at Pekka's house with Ari when Pekka's wife went into labor. (Oh my water broke! Don't worry, we'll just get you a new one. Oh Saints, you mean your body water... that's much worse!)

Basically, after a lot of screaming, hyperventilating, and blood, Yuri and Ari managed to deliver Alby Rollins and get the fuck out of there. (I can't believe I witnessed and delivered that demon Rollin's child. Am I the godfather now?)

Loves

Long walks out in the country

Swimming and climbing trees.

Feeding ducks at the pond and having lazy and long picnics.

Playing fun games with you and your brother.

Going out shopping for his hats that get madder and madder each and every time.

Inventing new gadgets and building bombs.

Explaining his new inventions to you and your brother and teaching you two how to build bombs and grenades in a safe environment. (This resulted in one blowing up the chimney in one of the rooms. It was obvious that it didn't sit well with your father.)

Laughing and planning pranks with his husband Sebastian.

Challenging his best friends to drinking games and arm wrestling and losing.

Babysitting you and your brother with Uncle Sebastian.

Treasures

His wonderful and loving husband, Sebastian.

His books and chemistry set.

His best friends.

Your brother and you.

His hats.

His work.

The smiles and laughs of you and your brother.

Songs

Scrawny by Wallows - I say the wrong shit at the right times. If I'm offending them, I don't mind. Maybe they all should listen to me. It isn't all about what you see. Question though, how do I look to you? Am I so thin that you can see through?

Play with Fire by Sam Tinnesz ft Yacht Money - I love the smell of gasoline. I light the match to taste the heat. I've always liked to play with fire. Play with fire. I've always liked to play with fire

Born For This by The Score - We are the warriors, who learned to love the pain. We come from different places but have the same name. 'Cause we were born for this. We are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame. Watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame. 'Cause we were, 'cause we were, 'cause we were, 'cause we were born for this. We were born for this.

Thunder by Imagine Dragons - Just a young gun with a quick fuse.I was uptight, wanna let loose. I was dreaming of bigger things and wanna leave my own life behind. Not a "Yes, sir", not a follower. Fit the box, fit the mold, have a seat in the foyer, take a number. I was lightning before the thunder

You Are Enough by Sleeping at Last - You're enough, you're enough, you're enough, you are enough. These little words, somehow they're changing us. You're enough, you're enough, you are enough. So we let our shadows fall away like dust

Young Hearts by Strange Talk - Remember all the memories and every little fantasy. Careless about destiny, destiny. We don't have the time to sleep. There's every possibility. We have got a history, history. We're young hearts. Look at us go! All we really need is a stereo. We're young hearts. Look at us go! There's no stopping us we will carry on

Someone to You by Banners - And if the sun starts setting, the sky goes cold. Then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall. I really need somebody to call my own. I wanna be somebody to someone. Someone to you

Famous Quote

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I will always be in your heart. If you hate me, I will always be in your mind.

David Lebedev

"Home is not where you are from, but where you are wanted."

Position.

Weapons master in the Order of the Dark Knights

Secret Weapon of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Head of recruitment and training in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Former Stadwatch Captain

Loving and devoted uncle to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Bloodhound

Wicked Prince

The Inhumane

The Dark Wizard

The Mad Freak

Genesis

Uncle Davy

Davy Boy

Wonder Boy

Dancing King

Angel

Sire

Prat

Talents and Skills

Strong and courageous

Loyal and stubborn

Kind and understanding

Combat, strategy, and marksmanship proficiency.

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Shu, Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, and Fjerdan.

A shapeshifter

Super speed

Super strength

Good sense of direction

Can understand animals

Protective of the people he cares

Good intuition

Gentle and calm

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Assault and battery

Confusing, distracting, and taking down the enemies with his super speed, super strength, and shape-shifting.

Memorable Moments

Transforming himself into people's worst fears.

Transforming himself into people and things that people love to cheer them up.

Knocking out a giant muscled man unconscious with one punch.

Doing chores and finishing fights with super speed.

Having a soft spot for animals and adopting any animal he saw.

Adopting cats, dogs, cows, birds, horses, a monkey, and your father had to put his foot down when David was ready to adopt an elephant. It simply could not be allowed.

Taking animal form and talking to animals to find out information and secrets.

Starting a Ketterdam Animal Shelter and founding the Ketterdam Animal Welfare and Protection Association.

Has an entire pocket dedicated to chocolate and protects it with his life.

If everyone in Ketterdam hears, "WHO THE FUCK ATE MY CHOCOLATE?", it is common practice to hide and run for their lives. Good luck, you bastards.

Transforming to be a cat to sneak into Pekka's office and listen to his conversations and made a mess of his office.

Transforming into a dog to relieve himself on Pekka's shoes and bite Pekka very hard.

Transforming himself into a horse to throw Pekka Rollins off his back and trample him.

Transforming into Pekka Rollins when Rollins was out of the country and giving ridiculous orders and orders that were advantageous to your father.

The Dime Lions are horrified to find their leader flirting with the leader of the Order of the Dark Knights and many of them faint at the sight of Pekka Rollins kissing Maya's hand, bowing before Adira, complimenting Natalia and Ari, high-fiving Holly and snogging Sebastian and Yuri and sweet talking Minjun. Pekka Rollins comes back to Kerch to find the Dime Lions considerably horrified and concerned that he has made a fool of himself in front of every criminal gang and citizen in Ketterdam.

Transforming into normal and ordinary citizens or members of gangs when he needed to hide from being chased. (Have you seen that inhumane brat, David? I've never heard of this David but he sounds amazing.)

Gets everyone to practice drills for fighting. Doesn't matter if it's a day off. (GET UP YOU LAZY SCUM! TIME FOR PRACTICES! David, it's literally 4 on Christmas morning, how the fuck did you get inside our house? DOESN'T MATTER, YOUR ENEMY NEVER TAKES A BREAK AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU!)

Made a fake map and spread rumors claiming that the trail in it led to the lost treasure of the Fjerdan Royal Family which fell into the hands of Pekka Rollins who followed it relentlessly but it actually led to a shady pub in Shu Han.

Challenging other gangs to settle their conflicts with each other only by interpretive dance-offs and remembered for their amazing dance moves.

Loves

Playing pranks on his friends by shapeshifting into different forms and tricking them.

Running races with you and your brother.

Eating sweet treats and good food with you.

Listening to gossip and sharing his own gossip with his friends and spending time with them.

Competing with the rest of your uncles and aunts to win your and your brother's favor by spoiling both of you with the best of presents.

Scolding anyone who dares to use a weapon or filthy language within the vicinity of children.

Going shopping with you for dresses and art supplies.

Dancing with everyone to the music and dedicating many dances to you as he twirls you around, smiling at your beaming face.

Playing childish games with you and your brother.

Helping you and your brother prank the rest of your aunts and uncles.

Treasures

The dances he has with you and the rest of his friends.

The art you draw and paint for him especially a portrait of him.

His best friends.

Animals.

Your brother and you.

His position in the Order of the Dark Knights

Songs

We Will Rock You by Queen - Buddy, you're a young man, hard man, shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday. You got blood on your face, you big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place. We will, we will rock you, sing it! We will, we will rock you

Could Have Been Me by The Struts - I wanna taste love and pain, Wanna feel pride and shame. I don't wanna take my time, don't wanna waste one line. I wanna live better days, never look back and say it could have been me. It could have been me, yeah

Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab - Well baby, you are all that I adore. If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

Dog Days are Over by Florence and the Machine - Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father. Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers. Leave all your love and your longing behind. You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

Yellow by Coldplay - Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones turn into something beautiful. And you know, you know I love you so. You know I love you so.

Home by Dotan - The sound of the wind is whispering in your head. Can you feel it coming back? Through the warmth, through the cold, keep running till we're there. We're coming home now, we're coming home now

Famous Quote

I am looking out for you. I am protecting you. It is my duty.

Maya Sharma

"Girls like us are born in a storm. We have lightning in our souls, thunder in our hearts, and chaos in our bodies."

Position.

The most powerful and dangerous Grisha in the Order of the Dark Knights

Advisor regarding Grisha powers and politics in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Former prisoner in the Ravkan palace.

A dangerous Grisha targeted and wanted by many.

Darkling's lover who faked her death once she understood his plans to weaponize her but was caught by him in the end and trapped in Ravka to stop her.

Beautiful and kind aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Enchantress

The Monstrous Magician

Dangerous Duchess

Wicked Witch

Abominable Angel

The Sorceress without a Home

Bitch

Epitome of Evil

Maya Darling

Sharma

Mayflower

Amethyst

Violet (Because of her entrancing purple eyes)

Mai

MiMi

May

Princess

Queen Maya

Mazie

Girl Boss

Witch (Affectionately used by her friends)

Marigold

Talents and Skills

The immortal and ancient creature who has lived for centuries.

Indomitable

Loyal and courageous

Intelligent and cunning

Combat, strategy, and marksmanship proficiency.

A dangerous Grisha who possesses the powers of a squaller, a heartrender, a healer, an inferni, a fabrikator, and a tidemaker.

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, Shu, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Powerful and ambitious

Willing to do what is necessary.

Rational and analytical

Confident

Caring

Ruthless

Protective of those she cares about and those who are misunderstood and innocent.

Hides her emotions from the rest of the world

Displays outstanding leadership qualities

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Smuggling and freeing Grisha from the grip of the Darkling.

Planning and engaging in secret missions to ensure the safety of Grisha in Ketterdam, freeing them from being transported to Fjerda and rescuing them from the grip of Shu Han.

Her enormous and dangerous powers frighten the enemies.

Memorable Moments

Painting murals of the Order of the Dark Knights in front of the Dime Lions' territory.

Telling new recruits to the Order of the Dark Knights that the only way to be allowed and accepted as a true member is to perform the ritual involving pouring blood over themselves and then performing Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet from the rooftops of the Church of Barter in a white dressing gown.

Creating a map that showed her closest friends where everyone's exact positions were at that moment in time and identified individuals by name even those who are strangers but locked it by a password.

Playing strip poker, strip chess, strip marbles, and strip roulette.

Founding Secret Santa in Ketterdam for queer kids and people so that they get gifts on Christmas, even if it's not from their blood family, and celebrating a big Christmas party with lots of food and mistletoe to spoil her queer kids.

Trying to sneak mistletoe above Sebastian's and Yuri's heads when they were pining for each other to try and force them together to realize their feelings for each other. (Maya, it's nearly March. Enough with the bloody mistletoe. You're either part of the mission or part of the problem, Y/FN. Now shut up and help me hang this, you're taller.)

Waking up in the middle of the night and making and eating snacks. (Why are you making chocolate waffles in the middle of the night? Because I've lost control of my life, David.)

Used her power to keep your father safe from the Darkling.

Made the Darkling cry with her sass while your father stood behind her proudly.

Bursting into Minjun and Ari's room during emergencies (Are we - stop screaming, it's me - have you seen my eyeliner?)

Organizing sleepovers for all her friends because all of them had bad nightmares and when one of them woke up shaking and crying, the rest of them would be there for them comforting and helping through the nightmares.

Used her powers to make other people happy. She'd used her ability as a heartrender to calm down Sebastian's anxiety attacks and the blood pressure the stress would cause your father. She'd use her powers as the healer to heal scars, wounds, and bruises caused in fights that they'd get into. When it was hot and warm, she'd bring sweet and cooling breezes that would bring relief to them all. She'd make it rain and storm so Adira could run into the rain and dance in it. She'd help Yuri with his inventions with her abilities as a fabrikator and an inferni. She liked dousing her friends with water as a tidemaker, laughing at their shocked and infuriated expressions when they were all wet.

In the same way, she'd use her powers to hurt those who were a threat to her freedom. She burned down Pekka's best casinos to the ground. Ari and Maya bonded together by torturing their enemies with their abilities as the heartrender, giving them the most slow and painful cruel torture until they surrendered.

Loves

Cherishing her freedom away from the Darkling.

Telling stories about Grisha and myths of the world to you and your brother.

Braiding your hair and styling it in different ways.

Nurturing the plants in the garden with your brother.

Participating in silly games and funny pranks of your uncles and aunts that make her smile and laugh.

Dancing and singing.

Loves dressing up and enchanting people with her beauty in to telling them whatever she needs to know.

Loves taking you shopping for pretty dresses.

Likes gossiping with Adira, Holly, Ari, and Natalia over tea.

Talking with your father who is her closest confidante who keeps her safe.

Teaching you how to do your makeup and letting you and your brother practice your makeup skills on her.

Teaching you about how powerful and deceiving beauty is.

Talking about politics with her friends over coffee and brandy.

Performing funny tricks with her powers to entertain you and your brother.

Letting you stay past your bedtime and letting you have as many sweets as you want.

Older than your father and the rest of her friends so loves flexing it annoying your father the most. (Respect your elders asshole. As the fairest, prettiest, best and oldest member of the Order of the Dark Knights, you should listen to me. Age before beauty, Sebastian, no wait I've got that too. How I am the oldest of all of you and I look so young and beautiful? One of life's greatest mysteries)

Treasures

Her power

Her life and freedom.

Her ability to do something good and help innocent people.

The trust your father places in her.

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

Her collection of beautiful dresses and pretty shoes. .

Her position in the Order of the Dark Knights

Songs

Run Boy Run by Woodkid - Tomorrow is another day. And you won't have to hide away. You'll be a man, boy! But for now, it's time to run, it's time to run!

Boss Bitch by Doja Cat - All of my bad pics been all my best ones. I wear the hat and I wear the pants. I am advanced so I get advance. And I do my dance and cancel the plans. Said, boo, don't be mad 'cause you had a chance, drop.

Monsters by Ruelle - You've got no place to hide. And I'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside. One look in my eyes and you're running 'cause I'm coming. Gonna eat you alive.

Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift - How evergreen, our group of friends. Don't think we'll say that word again. And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through.

Matilda by Harry Styles - You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love. You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

I Lived by One Republic - Hope when you take that jump, you don't fear the fall. Hope when the water rises you built a wall. Hope when the crowd screams out its screaming your name. Hope if everybody runs you choose to stay

Famous Quote

"In the end, you just get tired. Tired of the struggle. Tired of losing everyone who matters to you. Tired of watching everything turn into dust. That's why I need the mayflies. You see the mayflies know more than I do. They know how beautiful and precious life is because it is fleeting. "

Natalia Alexandrov

"Promise me, you'll always remember you are braver than you believe, you are stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."

Position.

The dangerous spy in the Order of the Dark Knights.

Close advisor and secretary to the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Godmother to Y/N, the daughter of the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights

Lovely and kind aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Phantom

Shadow

Spymaster

The Invisible Illusionist

Mystique

The Mysterious Murderess

The Cursed Bride

Nat

Natty

Lia

Talia

Lovely

Darling

Sweetness

Shortstack

Shortcake

Shortie

Talents and Skills

Clever and intelligent

Silent and stealthy

Calm under pressure

Understanding of collecting information and secrets.

Deceptive and manipulative

Attentive and observant

Combat, strategy, and marksmanship proficiency

Gifted in creating lethal poisons, potions and antidotes.

Gifted in speaking, writing and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Soft-spoken

strong

Loyal

Kind

Patient

Dedicated

Dangerous and ruthless when attacked and provoked.

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Married ten husbands who died under mysterious circumstances shortly after their marriage leaving her their fortune and inheritance.

Memorable Moments

Being the one that everyone goes to at night, crawling into Natalia's bed when they have crazy, bad, horrid nightmares because she has this comforting and kind presence that soothes their mind and Natalia doesn't mind at all.

Giving Holly piggyback rides.

Sketching out accurate maps of Ketterdam for her best friends.

Giving one of the best ideas for Sebastian's pranks for April Fools Day, is to do absolutely nothing but pretend like he has done something. By midday, everyone in Ketterdam is paranoid and already on edge. Sebastian shares a subtle grin with Natalia who hides her own clever and pleased smirk.

She loves knitting scarves, sweaters, and socks for her friends for Christmas, Valentine's day, birthdays, anniversaries, and just any time to make them feel special and wanted. But one day after a particularly hurtful and tiring mission, she received a beautifully wrapped package that she opened to find a sweater that looked like it was knitted with great effort by someone for the first time. The sweater was lavender with her initials on the back with a note attached to the back 'To Natalia, thank you for making us all feel special. Y/FN.". She's not ashamed to say that she cried in gratitude and happiness and her respect for your father increased after that.

Giving Minjun a self-annotated Shu poetry book that he had been talking about. Minjun denies that he almost cried when he saw it.

Lets Adira, Ari, and Holly paint her nails.

Calming lost children and helping them out.

Holding the door for someone who was carrying something heavy or had busy hands.

Being the one to start the annual Order of the Knights food fight festival. Natalia jumped onto the tables and yelled for a food fight in the bar. For once, there are no different criminal gangs, there are just people who are having fun. Minjun, Ari, Yuri, and Maya get way into it fighting methodically and strategically. Holly, Adira. Sebastian and David are surprisingly good at finding just who to hit and keeping things going. The Dime Lions getting into an all-out war with the Order of the Dark Knights. Grisha powers are being used to get the advantage in this game but no one cares because everyone is having fun as they dump food and drinks on each other with their hands. The entire room freezing up when Pekka Rollins gets hit by a steak and kidney pie to his face. The entirety of both gangs declaring a food war and breaking into chaos when they realize that it was your father who threw the pie at Pekka.

People would constantly throw things at her just to watch the way she'd almost subconsciously snatch it out of the air. Holly would throw a knife at Natalia but without looking up, she'd pull it out of the air like it was nothing. Everyone found it very endearing and was super fascinated with this talent.

Commentating on their fights with gangs peppering it with gossip for entertainment. Sebastian and Holly would be welcomed as guest commentators. (Yes, that's a perfect punch from David to Svelten who is very much distracted by the fact that he got cheated on by his girlfriend, sorry about that mate. No, Mary, I will not ask out Maya for you. Lancaster has just been shot in the tits by Sebastian - OW that has got to hurt. Oh and another perfect shot to the head by Sebastian, proving once again all you need is style and good looks, am I right? If he can bloody take that down those men, then Sebastian you can pay me the fifteen kruge you owe me. PEKKA JUST HIT YURI IN HIS JAW! THAT IS HIS BEST FEATURE, PEKKA, IF IT IS BROKEN, I WILL POISON YOUR BREAKFAST! Yes, Y/FN, this is highly important information - oh look, you've made me miss an opportunity to punch this bastard. Oh look at Adira go, dodging that knife that John threw which nobody saw because of the cascade of dandruff that fell from his hair and covered the entirety of Ketterdam. Don't fucking shoot me, you bastard, hair care is important, you are blinding all of the innocent citizens of Ketterdam... it bloody looks like it just snowed. Excellent beating from Y/FN knocking Pekka to the floor while maintaining a handsome bone structure and gorgeous hair, how does he do it? Oh, and Pekka tries to get up but Minjun literally whacks him with his beautiful umbrella and Ari takes him down beautifully. I normally don't condone violence but as you can imagine, desperate times call for desperate measures. Oh do stop moaning Pekka, you're not dying - can someone please shut him up - thank you, Ari.)

On the anniversaries of her husbands' deaths, her friends would shove everyone out of the way saying 'Move over peasants, let the Cursed Bride through!' while Natalia was carried on the shoulders of David and Minjun and Ari played epic music on the violin.

Loves

Embroidery and sewing dresses for her goddaughter.

Knitting scarves, sweaters, and socks for her friends and you and your brother.

Brewing a good cup of tea.

Choosing the perfect fabric for a dress and designing clothes.

Reading stories to you and your brother.

Playing and running through the house with you and your brother.

Taking long walks with her friends and you and your brother.

Laughing and spending time with her closest friends who are her family.

Making scrapbooks and family albums.

Treasures

Her position in the Order of the Dark Knights

Her knives.

Her arts and crafts.

Her fashion designs

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

Her sewing kit.

Songs

I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift - I never trust a narcissist but they love me. So I play 'em like a violin and I make it look oh so easy. 'Cause for every lie I tell them they tell me three. This is how the world works. Now all he thinks about is me.

What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong - I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll ever know. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself...What a wonderful world

Blood//Water by Grandson - We'll never get free. Lamb to the slaughter. What you gon' do when there's blood in the water? The price of your greed is your son and your daughter. What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?

My Way by Frank Sinatra - My friend I'll make it clear. I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I traveled each and every highway. And more, much more I did it, I did it my way.

Home by Edith Whiskers - We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night. Nothing new is sweeter than with you. And in the streets, we run afree, like it's only you and me. Geez, you're something to see.

The Power of Love by Gabrielle Aplin - The Power of Love, a force from above. Cleaning my soul, flame on burn desire, love with tongues of fire, purge the soul. Make love your goal

Famous Quote

Are you trying to scare me? Oh, because I'm already bloody terrified of dying. And I'll endure a lot of pain before I give up the information that's keeping me alive. How long have you got?

Holly Yeltsov

I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.

Position.

The most ruthless and efficient assassin in the Order of the Dark Knights

Sold by Fjerdan parents to slavers and bought by Pekka Rollins who trained her to be a ruthless child assassin.

Former assassin of Pekka Rollins who was sent to kill your father but betrayed Rollins.

The chaotic and awesome aunt to the children of the Leader of the Order of the Dark Knights.

The Vodka Aunt of the Babysitters Club.

Head chef and food expert.

Alias and Nicknames

Black Bird

Crimson Raven

Lilith

Dark Dagger

Persephone

Nemesis

The Serpent

Holly bear

Hollyberry

Holly Snakes

Holly Saints!

Holly Hell

Goldie

Blondie

Chaotic Support Bestie

Talents and Skills

Master Martial Artist

Knife Mastery

Marksmanship and combat proficiency

Master Spy

Extremely Skilled Assassin

Improvised weaponry

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, Suli, Kaelish, and Fjerdan.

Intelligent and strategic

Ruthless efficiency

Flexibility

Excellent at escaping traps.

Good at disguising and blending into the crowd.

Deceptive and observant

Cynical with a bent moral compass

Strong sense of right and wrong

Dangerous and powerful

Loyal and strong

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Having different kinds of weapons on her at all times.

Fought a gang of men with a frying pan.

Killed slavers with a flower pot.

Took down a couple of men who dared to bother her when she was eating waffles and having hot chocolate.

Rescued enslaved women and children in slaver ships that docked to Ketterdam.

Punching Pekka Rollins in the crotch, nearly castrating him with the promise of ending his bloodline echoing through the whole of Ketterdam as she called him some very colorful curses.

Memorable Moments

Planning an annual extravagant proposal to your father in the middle of Ketterdam as a prank asking him out on a date and Sebastian pops up out of nowhere acting betrayed while your father is trying not to laugh while the two idiots proceed to fake fight. (HOW DARE YOU, HOLLY! YOU KNEW HOW I FELT ABOUT HIM AND YET YOU ASKED HIM OUT!)

Holly and Sebastian getting very dirty stares for being disrespectful because they were singing 'Stayin Alive' as the coffin was lowered but then continued to sing on a whole rendition of songs that were disrespectful to the dead such as 'Every Breath You Take', 'I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight', Another One Bites the Dust, Livin La Vida Loca until they were kicked out by your father himself from the funeral.

Telling everyone in Ketterdam that the Order of the Knights have a Sacrificial Blood Ritual every full moon night.

Making blanket forts to comfort herself when she has a bad time.

Waking her up early in the morning is dangerous and possible reactions include homicidal rage.

Cannot go for more than three hours without eating something so she always has snacks on her. She's basically a walking snack shop.

If anyone tries to take her food away or bother her while she is eating, the consequences usually involve getting beaten up or your head drowning inside the canals.

Has a very dirty sense of humor.

Her pretty puppy eyes are a lethal and dangerous weapon that her best friends have learned to be careful of.

Leaving Sebastian, Yuri, Maya and her alone for more than ten minutes will result in disastrous chaotic shenanigans that brings despair to your father.

Challenging her to drinking competitions is a death wish.

She has a bright, stupid grin that makes girls and boys in Ketterdam think of pushing her against a wall and snogging the living daylights out of her.

Rolling up her sleeves when it's really hot and warm and whenever she is ready to fight.

Unbuttoning the first button of her shirt whenever she feels suffocated and frustrated.

Running her hand through her hair messing it up.

Has a crush on Adira for most of their time together at the Order of the Dark Knights but started developing serious feelings for her.

Had a hard time coping with the trauma of being sold by her parents and being a child assassin. There would be days where she would be joyless and empty and everyone in Ketterdam felt absolutely terrified and worried because no matter how much they feared her, they hoped she would be alright and happy again.

Was wary of holding you at first but you always wanted to be held by her.

Loved it when you were always fascinated by her hair as a baby and pulled and twisted on it.

Slept with a yellow stuffed dog gifted to her by Adira.

Took your father's side in arguments because it annoyed Sebastian so much.

Always bought her friends a round of drinks to celebrate.

Defended Minjun from the teasing of other members who thought he was too serious and solemn.

Loves all her best friends but especially Sebastian and Yuri who make her laugh until she can't breathe.

Going full-out extravagant for the holidays because she loves any kind of excuse to celebrate anything small or big. When she first joins the gang, it becomes clear to her friends, she hadn't ever had a chance to be a kid and celebrate holidays so they all go along with her crazy and amazing plans of organizing trips, parties, decorations, food, gifts, and alcohol.

She is the one who rambles on about insignificant topics like shoes and storms, favorite colors, and worst clothes but this usually happens when she has something on her mind.

Totally knowing your father's middle name but instead choosing to annoy your father by breaking into full ridiculous name. (Of course, he successfully carried out the heist. He's Y/FN Aurelius Y/FLN. Y/FN Cordelia Y/FLN, I am shocked at your behavior. Of course, he shot Pekka Rollins, he's fucking Y/FN Genevieve Y/LN)

Loves

Eating different kinds of delicious cuisines and sweets.

Cooking delicious and tasty food for her best friends.

Winning drinking competitions with anyone who dares challenge her.

Winning arm wrestling competitions.

Dancing and making up songs all the time even during inappropriate moments such as funerals and missions.

Buying random things that catch her attention like candles, books, vests, statues, mugs, weapons, kitchen equipment, and alcohol.

Teaching you how to fight, handle weapons, be flexible, scale and jump off buildings, pick locks, and improvise in situations where you are surprised because she believed you couldn't be sheltered from the reality of the world forever.

Betting on her friends.

Being the first of her friends to agree with Sebastian's and Yuri's chaotic ideas and jump into helping them with their pranks.

Passing notes to her friends during meetings held by your father (Holly - OI, Minnie, fuck, marry, and kill from the rest of us? Minjun - Marry Ari, Fuck This and Kill you all. David - Aww. Ari - Leave him alone, it's his time of the month. Minjun - I will EAT YOU! Ari - YES PLEASE DADDY! Maya - OH MY EYES! Adira - For saint's sake, Ari! Sebastian - Get a room, you two! Yuri - And you lot say, Seb and I are bad. Your father - I'm surrounded by maniacs.)

Loves game night but is banned from playing truth and dare because she has no regard for her personal safety.

Treasures

Food

Her weapons

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

Her collection of random things she buys.

Her little mementos and souvenirs of each place to remember moments.

Songs

American Pie by Don Mclean - We started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye. And singing, "This'll be the day that I die". This will be the day that I die

Trouble by Valerie Broussard - We wear red so they don't see us bleed. Hundred-dollar bills under our sleeve. We intend not to sleep 'til we're dead. Drink our problems right out of our heads

What's Up Danger by Black Caviar and Blackaway - I like it when trouble brews, I won't dare change. I like it when there's turbulence on my airplanes. I like it when I sense things I can't see yet. Swimmin' with sharks when they ain't feed yet. 'Cause I like high chances that I might lose. I like it all on the edge just like you, ayy. I like tall buildings so I can leap off of 'em. I go hard wit' it no matter how dark it is.

Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man - Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now. I been feeling it since 1966, now. Might've had your fill, but you feel it still. Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now. Let me kick it like it's 1986, now. Might be over now, but I feel it still.

Handclap by Fitz and Tantrums - Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city. I know too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control. You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold I want the good life, every good night you're a hard one to hold.

Best Friend by Saweetie - And she so bad that I just can't take that bitch nowhere. She off her fifth shot, said, "Mmm-mmm, don't go there". Bitch, break her back, she protect and attack. Get that strap like them buckle, foot on neck, give no air. Whole world wanna be us

Famous Quote

Hope is dangerous. Hope is the survivor that has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, and the grit of cobblestones in her hair, and spits out a tooth as she rises for another go.

Ari Kang

"These people are my family and if you hurt them in any way, I will kill you."

Position.

Powerful heartrender in the Order of the Dark Knights

Former Alumni of the Medical Faculty at the University of Ketterdam.

Professor of Medicine at the University of Ketterdam.

First Female Director General of the Ketterdam General Hospital

Daughter of the Shu Ambassador based in Kerch.

Brewer of healing potions and medicine for the Order of the Dark Knights

Skilled interrogator and torturer in the Order of the Dark Knights

Happily married to Minjun Park.

Loving and sweet aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Manhunter

Queen of Hearts

Karma

Stilleto

Crimson Witch

Firecracker

That's my wife!

Fashionista

Fashion Queen

Talents and Skills

Marksmanship and combat proficiency

Extremely Skilled Heartrender

Extracting information from targets with unique torture techniques through her powers.

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Shu, Kerch, Ravkan, and Suli.

Intelligent and clever

Ruthless and cruel

Deceptive and observant

Dangerous and powerful

Loyal and strong

Courageous and fearless

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Fighting off Rollin's gang of men and taking them down singlehandedly and sending one of them with an eye gouged out with her stiletto stabbed to his chest.

Keeping Grisha in Kerch safe from being indentured and freeing indentured Grisha and helping them escape.

Working on missions that helped many Grisha escape Shu Han's experimentation on them.

Memorable Moments.

Since she is the daughter of the Shu Ambassador in Kerch, she has established a network of spies in Shu and established good relations with criminal families and gangs in Shu Han on behalf of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Skilled at performing surgeries and post-mortems for missions on behalf of the Order of the Dark Knights.

Knowledgeable in many areas of medicine such as forensic pathology, toxicology, and gynecology.

Famous for her research on forensic pathology and toxicology.

Was enemies with Minjun at the University of Ketterdam before settling a truce and becoming friends and eventually lovers.

Is nonchalant, outgoing and popular but secretly loves spending hours studying and poring over books and her smart responses are intelligent and insightful.

Grew up in an intellectually nurturing household where her parents always answered her questions and joined many curriculars in the University of Ketterdam

Developed feelings for Minjun who was from a different world tumbling head over heels for him when she sees his intense concentration, his talent for law, his hard work, his determination, and his perseverance and sees how much he loves learning as much as she does and finally realizes that he is the one for him.

Uses her influence as the ambassador's daughter and the Director General of the Ketterdam Hospital to get information for the Order of the Dark Knights.

Loves children and wanted them very badly. After two years of trying, she finally got pregnant with a child. But one day, Pekka Rollins' goons broke into the hospital where she was shot. She was saved but the child inside her died. The injuries led to complications where she could not have children again. Minjun and her grieved for the loss of their child and the loss of the life they could have had but together they got through it. There's not a day that goes by they don't miss their unborn baby.

Blamed your father for what happened to her for a long time but understood him. She couldn't stay mad at him. He was her dear friend and she couldn't lose someone who was very near and dear to her. She saw that your father did everything he could to help her through this loss.

Because she cannot have children, she treasures every moment spent with you and your brother. To her, you are the children she cannot have, and helps your father out when he doubts himself as a good father.

Spends her leisure time in orphanages taking care of little babies and children, playing with them, and reading to them. It's her way of coping.

Lets Holly win at chess.

She likes to steal her husband's clothes.

Wanted to learn to play the trumpet to annoy the Dime Lions but Adira pointed out that technically Ari didn't have to learn the trumpet to annoy the Dime Lions. Fair to say, the Dime Lions were pissed off and deafened.

When pissed off, she curses excessively in Shu.

Annoys people by correcting their grammar by reusing it properly in the next sentence.

An early riser who likes the crisp wind and the morning mist and the sunrise.

Polite and sweet, the perfect shining girl in public events such as balls and galas which makes her friends snigger in amusement because she is a sassy little psychopathic shit who takes pleasure in torturing people.

Accompanies her husband in the library researching cures for various illnesses and inventing incredibly painful torture techniques.

Was amused when each of her best friends got in the way of Minjun trying to propose to her. (Minjun literally chased away Maya who was grinning like a lunatic and threw a book at your father)

Teaming up with your father to prank Minjun because both of them know him the best. (Listen, Y/FN, if you want to see Minjun scream in terror, just wait until it's dark and dress up like a ghost of a dead Victorian girl. Nice, Ari... here's his perfume except it's replaced with a powerful repellent that stinks like hell) They exchange secret smirks and high-fives when their pranks work and blame it on Sebastian.

Hugs everyone after the missions.

She rocks minimal makeup and sophisticated fashion looks.

She smiles to herself every time she thinks of her family. As she thinks of the crazy heists and adventures they've shared. The secrets between them, the jokes, the laughter, the pain. The laughter, love and light that fills their memories.

Loves

Her husband, Minjun, and spending time with him.

Drinking

Using her powers to see them tremble and crumble before her.

Composing music and playing the piano, violin, and other musical instruments.

Debating and talking about topics that interest her.

Teaching your brother and you how to play the piano and listening to both of you play your respective musical instruments.

Gifting extravagant and beautiful dolls and dresses for you and play with them.

Reading books and writing and creating new recipes and methods for medicines and tonics to heal and torture.

Creating wild imaginary stories for you and your brother.

Spending time with her best friends over good food and lots of drinks.

Treasures

Her husband.

Her high heels.

Her wedding ring.

Her weapons

Her writings and discoveries of torture and medicines that she herself invented.

The time she spends with her best friends, your brother, and you.

The little gifts her husband buys for her.

Songs

No Body No Crime by Taylor Swift - They think she did it but they just can't prove it. She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it. No, no body, no crime, I wasn't letting up until the day he...No, no body, no crime, I wasn't letting up until the day he...No, no body, no crime, I wasn't letting up until the day he died.

Sweet but Psycho by Ava Max - She'll make you curse, but she a blessin'. She'll rip your shirt within a second. You'll be coming back, back for seconds. With your plate, you just can't help it.

One Woman Army by Porcelain Black - I hit you with that Kung-Fu, Jackie Chan. Boom, boom, boom, pow, I'm superfast. High heels, big deal, I'll kick your ass. They gunnin', they runnin' and that makes me mad.

Material Girl by Madonna - They can beg and they can plead. But they can't see the light (that's right). 'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash is always Mister Right.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper - Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest o' the world. I wanna be the one to walk in the sun. Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Hurts Like Hell by Fleurie - I don't want them to know the secrets. I don't want them to know the way I loved you. I don't think they'd understand it, no. I don't think they would accept me, no.

Famous Quotes

"If this is to end in fire, then we will all burn together."

Adira Khan

"Better a broken heart than no heart at all."

Position.

A dangerous and talented thief in the Order of the Dark Knights

Saint in the Order of the Dark Knights

Loving and warm aunt to you and your brother.

Alias and Nicknames

Huntress

Temptress

The Nightingale

The Phoenix

The Saint of the Barrel

Ball of sunshine

Forever, sweet, precious baby

Dove

Muffin

Daisy

Sankta Adira

Our guardian angel

Talents and Skills

Marksmanship and combat proficiency

Knife Mastery

Gifted in speaking, writing, and understanding Kerch, Ravkan, and Suli.

Intelligent and clever

Silent and stealthy.

Charming and sweet.

Loyal and courageous.

Powerful and perceptive

Kind and empathetic.

Famous for

Mass murder

Organized crime

Torture

Robbery

Kidnapping and abduction

Blackmail

Assault and battery

Stealing Pekka Rollin's wedding cake and the wedding rings on his wedding day causing his bride to go into a full stress mode and slap him in front of the guests.

Keeping girls and women safe from being prey at night and day when she doesn't have missions.

Being kind to children and finding orphans and abused children safe places to live in.

Worked on secret missions to recruit and free girls indentured in brothels giving them a safe place and a purpose infuriating Rollins who had business with those places.

Freeing and helping those who are indentured and fighting the slavers who disgusted her.

Sneaking into Pekka Rollin's office to steal valuable documents that he had kept in an unbreakable safe and moving the furniture into different places to annoy him.

Speaking to the spirits of the dead, telling fortunes and prophecies that nearly almost come true and an intuition that is sharp and right.

Stealing from the most unbreakable vaults and safes of rich men and con men, learning their secrets and lies that became valuable to your father.

Memorable Moments

Sneaking into Pekka Rollin's place at night and shaving off his beard. The next day, Pekka Rollins was the laughingstock of Ketterdam and no one could keep a straight face and take him seriously without that beard.

Plays with Holly's hair when she is stressed.

She is the only one who can stop Sebastian, Holly, Yuri, David and Natalia from doing something stupid but most of the time she chooses not to but chooses to join them.

The only one who has told your father to shut up and gotten away with it.

Being mistaken as your father's wife by everyone in Ketterdam. This broke Sebastian's heart because apparently, he was under the impression that he was your father's husband. Chaos ensured and a battle for your father's hand and heart began but ended with the agreement that they were both too good for him.

Loves beautiful dresses and is the only one who can pull off bright and beautiful colors like sunset orange, pink, and blue to perfection.

Likes cooking Suli food for her friends because it keeps her grounded and reminds her of home.

Talking to her friends after they've had a particularly bad day and knowing just the right thing to say.

She does her best to find her children and your father does his best to help her.

Sneaking live spiders into the clothes of the Dime Lions

Was challenged to a duel by one of the new recruits in the Order of the Dark Knights. Spoiler alert, the new recruit got his fingers broken, his ribs broken and his leg broken. After that, when introducing Adira, that was the first story that came out and it made Adira smile whenever she was in a bad mood.

Can sense when someone is following her and deals with them in the deadliest way possible.

Introduced new awards so she could present Natalia with a trophy for being 'an awesome, amazing, wonderful, beautiful person'.

Sneaking in and placing glue on Rollin's seat and his hat. The next day, Pekka's hat was glued to his head and he was stuck to his seat for the remainder of the next two months.

Snuck in a special powder that Natalia had created into Pekka Rollin's alcohol that made Pekka fart every five minutes. It took five months to find a cure.

Loves

Her position in the Order of the Knights

Praying to the saints to help her to find peace and the family she lost.

The thrill of stealing something and breaking into something unbreakable.

Stargazing and studying the constellations in the night sky.

Picking flowers and making flower pressings out of them.

Taking part in the chaotic games and pranks that her best friends gather together to pull.

Drinking tea and writing letters to her lost children and family.

Dancing in the rain.

Spending time with her best friends chatting and laughing.

Talking to your father about the little things on her mind that make her anxious and listening to his own set of worries and reassuring him.

Taking care of you and your brother with such love and warmth as if you were her own children.

Treasures

All the moments she spends with her best friends, you and your brother.

Her knives.

The little bead bangle her children gave her as a present.

Songs

Better Than I in Joseph The King of Dreams -I try to do what's best. And faith has made it easy to see the best thing I can do is put my trust in you.

Speechless by Naomi Scott - Let the storm in, I cannot be broken. No, I won't live unspoken. 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless.

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane - And if you have a minute, why don't we talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything. So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?

I Was Here By Beyonce - I wanna say I lived each day until I died. I know that I had something in somebody's life. The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave that I made a difference and this world will see I was here, I lived, I loved, I was here. I did, I've done, everything that I wanted. And it was more than I thought it would be. I will leave my mark so everyone will know I was here.

Dynasty by MIIA - And all I gave you is gone. Tumble like it was stone. Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake. Thought we built a dynasty, like nothing ever made. Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up.

Bigger than the Whole Sky by Taylor Swift - Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. You were bigger than the whole sky. You were more than just a short time. And I've got a lot to pine about. I've got a lot to live without. I'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been what should've been you.

Famous Quote

"Sacrifice... that's what we do for the people we love."

[stanleyvampire14]

New Everttale character unlocked; You should hate him, just absolutely start bashing on him please I don’t like him (His personality and behavior is horrible and he’s a horrible father, so not John Emerson basically, actually John would arrest him without needing evidence that’s how bad it is—)

Farzan Campbell! I might’ve posted him here- but I definitely posted his children on here I know that! (Shae and Jewelian Campbell)

I redesigned him, he used to have overalls and smth else, changed his hair too

A list of things Mr. Campbell has done after the cut— multiple TWs but the main one is just abusive towards children in general

NOT a child lover, changed that about him because I personally don’t feel comfortable writing/animating anything about that, plus it was kinda an extra thing that LITERALLY didn’t need to be there, so not sorry 3 year ago me, it’s not a thing

Now onto the list! W/O spoiling too much!

-Locked Shae in the closet multiple times as punishment

-if the closet didn’t work, BASEMENT.

-Did it to Jewelian too but not as much (STILL DONT DO IT??? HELLO…)

-Only let them out after they stopped screaming to let them out

-Yelled!….A lot!…At Shae in particular! For everything!

-Alcoholic.

-The type to get violent when drunk (He mostly gets drunk on weekends thank god the kids have an uncle they can go to….)

-probably killed someone with his fire magic lets be honest here

-has threatened his children with fire

-seriously who gave this mf a bravery trait (oh wait that was me sorry)

-multiple things that would piss John and Mary off (need I remind you that they are near perfect parents because they wanted to fix their parents mistakes)

-war crimes /j

[lenniharrisonsims]

Allied Nations War Council Trials

Part XI

Victor Lofton

It's finally time for the one we have all been waiting for- Emperor Victor Lofton

Tsarina Ekaterina: "Let's just jump right into this, shall we? A lot of people have waited a very long time for this moment right here, and I don't want to keep them waiting. Mr. Lofton, how do you plead?" Mr. Lofton: "I do not recognize your authority to demand a plea from me, nor to judge my actions. I am a sovereign, annointed, Emperor, as you are, and therefore neither has the higher rank to judge the other. Only God himself can judge me." Tsarina Ekaterina: "So you choose not to plead?" Mr. Lofton: "Only. God. Can. Judge. Me." Tsarina Ekaterina: "Well you may not recognize our authority, but the rest of the world does, so I am delighted to begin this sentencing."

Tsarina Ekaterina: "For the declaration of war on a trade and commerce ally under false pretenses..."

King Ivan De La Cru: "...for the disruption and blockage of trade routes in the South Seas, preventing necessary food and aid from reaching Allied Nations..."

Queen Aniad Montero: "...for the unlawful occupation of the sovereign nations of Sulani, Tartosa, Selvadorada, and Newcrest..."

Chief Lilah Mahoe: "...for the subjugation of these nations free citizens..."

King Petros Kalogera: "...for the elevation of Crown Princess Martha Lofton-Strauss, Crown Prince Eugene Lofton-Strauss, Prince Jonas Lofton, Lucian Castellano, Earl of Frankvan, and Prince Stefano Colona to positions they had no right to and against your power to do so..."

Queen Genevieve Pelletier: "...for coercing Prince Eugene Lofton-Strauss into an arranged marriage with Lady Mathhilda Schmidt-Bauer, and for coercing Prince Jonas Lofton and Princess Emma Lofton-Strauss into arranged engagements with Lady Johanna Albrecht and Mr. Damien Colona, respectively..."

King Caleb Norton: "...for coercing Lady Adelheid von Hollebein into an arranged marriage with you..."

Emperor Hiroto: "...for breaking the laws of Windenburg and the Windenburg Church, of which you were the head, by committing bigamy and taking Lady Adelheid von Hollebein and Ms. Isabella Bray to wife, despite the fact that you already had one lawful wife, Queen Agathe Lofton..."

King Cesare Colona: "...for forcing your daughter into a dangerous pregnancy, which cost her her life..."

Queen Genevieve Pelletier: "...for the attempted invasion of Brindleton Bay..."

King Ivan De La Cru: "...for the murders of Prince Rauli Montero, Eduard Humphrey, Earl of Sawborne, Wendelin Humphrey, Duke of Whitland, Jean-Paul Yang, Viscount of Grayside, Terry Harden, Earl of Culpepper, Lord Malcolm Landgraab of Oasis Springs, and Crown Princess Martha Lofton-Strauss..."

Tsarina Ekaterina: "...and various other crimes too numerous to mention, this court finds you Guilty, and sentences you to three consecutive life sentences in solitary confinement at Imperial Mountain Prison. You forfeit any and all titles you hold, have held, or might hold by right of inheritance, for you and your heirs. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Mr. Lofton: "I am the greatest Emperor Windenburg has ever and will ever have! My name will live on in the history books, and this feable attempt to crush what I have built, will only be a blip in my story!" Tsarina Ekaterina: "That's nice. There is one more thing, however, before you are dismissed, if you would please take your seat again... Prince Jonas, the court calls you back up to the stand..."

Ho-ly shit... now that was the most satisfying thing we may have ever seen. Victor just had his punishment handed down to him by each and every judge seated at that table- a congregation of the world's most powerful leaders, reducing him to nothing. Many of us have waited a long, long time for that one, and yet somehow, three life sentences still doesn't feel like quite enough.

But now the mystery is... why is Prince Jonas being called to the stand again? What could possibly be happening now?

Stay tuned for more coverage of the trials!

(@wa-royal-tea this one is especialy for you 😉😉😉)

[fullofdisgrace]

@carnagewed

Wrapping gently on the door of his cell, I bounced eagerly inside my shoes … No. ANXIOUSLY.  ( Gotta play the part— otherwise he’ll see through it … he is a PERCEPTIVE monster after all. )

“Mr. Gluskin,” I whispered through a sob. “Oh, Eddie …” more urgent this time, “would you mind terribly if I came in? I know it's late, but...” I bit at my lower lip, resting the apple of my cheek against the corroding metal of his door. 

“Please …” I held back a sob. “I’m so frightened, but... I always feel so safe when I'm with you.” Silence. Sniffling, I waited for his answer, and smiled when he gave me the one I wanted. Just how I knew he would. Because, under that black, tar-pit of a Soul, he had a soft spot for me. The way Sister Jude would have put it would be something like: he seems to think you're just one, big scoop of melted ice cream. ( Honestly, it's from shit like that that you can tell just how long it's been since she got laid.  )  When I raised those brilliant sapphires to his icy stare, I made sure to suppress the shiver of pleasure I felt... by fidgeting with the beads of my rosary, putting on the shy little nun: poor Mary Eunice. 

( Men always seem to fall for that shit. ) 

“I’m sorry …” I chewed shyly on my lower lip. “For disturbing you, that is.” I bowed my head, looking past his gaze— selling my Shame so well that it could have got me an award, “It's Dr. Arden..." also known as Briarcliff's resident Nazi doctor... For all these years, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Heil has managed to both evade Punishment for his War Crimes and find steady employment. ( Satan works in mysterious ways. ) 

But, like all good things, his little reprieve was coming to its End. He'd put his goddamn hands on me. And now... Now I had someone to torture him to death for me, instead wasting time doing it Myself.

That, and it was always was more fun, to entice Men to dirty deeds. Especially, for the Love of Me. "Dr. Arden," I tried again, letting my voice wobble. "He struck me. Struck me when I didn't... s-s-show him..." I flushed, fumbling over the words as I toyed with the edge of my skirt. "... What's under my habit." Oh, please. Arthur was too much of a sad, little panty-waste to ever be man enough to try and take what he wanted. Even when he wanted to. Soooo desperately... All those blondes he sodomized: ones he'd dressed up like good, little Catholic puritans. "He threatened that if I told anyone else, he'd kill me." Tears welled up in my eyes, reflecting in the low light like a million, tiny diamonds. "Oh, Eddie. " The tears from my eyes crystalized down the sides of my face now that I said his name again, the Perfect portrait of innocence... even as I reached out to Touch his hand. To weave our fingers together. "You won't let him hurt me again, will you?"

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Previous First

They reach the second floor

It's still as unsettling as ever

The clock ticks

"It's past 9, but the clock didn't chime. Is it broken?"

"Maybe it's for the best. It was really loud"

They see a girl get out of one of the rooms carrying various blankets.

"Hey! If that's for the blanket fort, then put them back. It's been canceled!"

"... Who are you"

"Ah, the scary judgmental stare of a teenager who's cooler than you, it should be considered a war tactic"

"I'm Detective Beebo, and this is my partner Detective Ángel, we would like to ask you some questions"

She looks at Ángel weirdly

"Are you-"

"I am sorry for interrupting, but please do not ask if we are cops. We are not cops. We are private detectives, and we do not associate with the police department "

"Yeah! We don't care about the law!"

"That is not what I said, and I'd like that misinformation to not be repeated anywhere else"

"Hehe"

"I see you opening twitter. Put that down"

"Fine, but I'll keep the hat for longer"

"Wha- you're not even wearing it! Give it back!"

"It's the price to pay for my silence"

"Are you guys done?"

"Ah! Yes, ahem, we wanted to ask you about your father, Mr. Coli"

"Do you happen to know anything about him? What might make him want to commit multiple crimes?"

"... Why are you asking?"

"Me?"

"Not you, you are Oliver Beebo, right?"

"Uh, I am. Have we met before?"

She ignores that and turns to Ángel

"Aren't you the guy who bought the comp-"

"YES! I BUY MANY THINGS HAHA, JUST A HOBBY FROM DETECTIVE WORK! HAH."

"But that doesn't really matter right now, yeah? This has nothing to do with that, so we don't have to talk about it"

"Wha- have THEY met before?

Did they have a fight over a last product on a supermarket or what"

"... I'll only talk to Beebo"

"What?"

"I have something to ask you"

"Wait, no! We asked first!"

"Please don't tell me Ángel has some sort of rivalry with a 17 year old girl"

"So? Are you really in a position to ask for anything, 'detective' Ángel?"

"Never mind, you are right, ladies first"

"Uh, so, you'll tell me? About your father?"

"Yes. In private"

Ángel does not look happy. He and the teen are exchanging nasty looks

"He has a rivalry with a 17 year old. Ah man, I already decided to keep him, so better get used to it, I guess"

"I guess we'll separate for a bit"

"Ah, yeah, it's fine"

"Um, were will you two be?"

"Well, she needs to out those blankets back, so, a room?"

"That's fine, don't try hearing from behind the door, you"

"Wh- I would never!"

"I'll just stay by the stairs.

That way, if anything happens, here or on the first floor, I can quickly check it out!"

"I'd prefer if you weren't alone"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, and I can just call Vivi if I get lonely"

"... Alright, but be safe, okay? Don't you dare not be safe"

He looks a bit sad at that

"I will. Now go get that info from Miss moody teen over there"

"Die"

"Bye-bye to you too"

Oliver and Nadia enter one of the rooms, and there's not much difference between them, just window placement

She puts the blankets down

"So"

"You know me?"

"Yes, I've looked you up online"

"Oh, do you want to hire me?"

"Not quite, I need to know something from you"

"So do I, I've been told you know more about your father than others"

She gets quiet

"We can both get what we want"

"You're right"

"Then, let me ask you, Mr. Detective

Have you ever heard about

House anatomy"

[vivwritesfics]

No Need To Ask

Chapter Nine - Duty As A Mafia Wife

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

Warnings: Mrs Sainz makes a sort of comment about the readers weight so be warned for that, smut under the *** (skip if you're uncomfortable), kind of forced sex (in the sense Y/N knows she has to do it, instead of actually wanting to - there isn't no consent though), unprotected sex

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The reception was held at Carlos’ impressive house. While the wedding had been happening, the reception was being set up. With long tables full of candles on the golfing green and vases on marble pillars full of colourful flowers.

The usual table had been removed from just outside of the kitchen and live music sat there instead. They were only booked for the first two hours of the reception, with a stereo system ready to take over.

The white car left from the church with Y/N and Carlos in the back. They didn’t kiss at the ceremony, not with how hard Y/N was trying not to cry. She should have run, she thought as soon as the car pulled away from the church. But running wasn’t possible, not when you had at least twenty two of the most powerful men in the world under one roof, not when they all had at least one gun hidden on them.

Throughout the short journey back to the house, Y/N said nothing. Her breathing was erratic. As soon as the car pulled up at the house she was straight out and through the doors, running up to her room. “Y/N!” She heard as Carlos roar as he walked through the doors behind her.

Y/N didn’t dare turn around. She walked straight into her room and straight over to Oscar. He had fixed himself from last night, changed his suit to something more presentable and had used his fingers to fix his hair (because we all know he doesn’t use a comb). “Y/N,” he gasped as she burst into the room. “You look…”

Beautiful. She looked beautiful. But Oscar couldn’t bring himself to say so once he spied the ring on her finger. It was a simple band, with the Sainz family insignia engraved into the metal. She had gained an engagement ring, too. It was a simple ring with a simple stone, but, if Oscar was to guess, he would have guessed in the thousands.

Suddenly, Y/N threw her arms around him. “I really wish you were there,” she whispered. With all of her makeup and the reception still to go, she had to keep herself presentable, she couldn’t yet cry.

“Y/N, querida, we have our wedding reception to attend!” Carlos shouted, his footsteps so heavy they were audible as he walked up the stairs.

Y/N quickly pulled away from Oscar. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door. As she stepped out of her bedroom she let go of his hand, coming face to face with her husband.

But Carlos wasn’t looking at her. He was looking past her, at Oscar. His jaw ticked as he held his hand out for Y/N. “Come, querida,” he said. “We have guest to entertain.”

Y/N placed her hand in his and allowed herself to be walked down the stairs. She followed him down the stairs and out to the back garden.

A couple of guests had arrived already. Not many of them, only Lando and a few of Carlos’ men. Y/N wanted to run to her brother, but she couldn’t, not with how tight Carlos was holding her hand. “Please,” she whispered, looking at the pool. “I-”

“You are my wife now. You are to be at my side, supporting me,” he said.

Behind him, Oscar watched the whole thing. His jaw was clenched as he watched Carlos pull her over to the table on the golfing green, sitting her in one of the middle seats. He could make a scene, distract everyone so that Y/N could run. But he’d get himself kissed in the process. And then who was going to save Y/N?

Several members of different mafia families came to congratulate Y/N. They introduced themselves all of them remarking that they didn’t know Lando had a sister.

And then it was Lando’s turn. “How you holding up?” He asked as he slipped into the seat beside her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “What happens if I say no?” She asked him, resting her chin on her hand. “Let me guess, nothing. So, I’m holding up great.

Carlos had gone to speak to the likes of Charles and Max and Vettel (as the head of the Vettel family Sebastian could no longer go by his first name. “Congratulations,” said Vettel as he shook Carlos’ hands. “A mafia marriage takes some work, but soon you’ll find yourself in love with her,” he said with a smile.

Shaking his head, Carlos laughed. “I doubt that,” he muttered, which had Charles rolling his eyes. Charles was a romantic. He couldn’t wait to get married, but he always fucked things up, with his girlfriends either wanting to kill him or dead.

The last people to arrive at the wedding were Carlos’ parents. Mrs Sainz made a beeline for Y/N, pushing Lando out of the way. “It is your wedding day,” she began, “but you mustn’t eat a thing.”

“Huh?”

“You cannot be seen to eat a thing today. You cannot get any mess on your dress or be seen bloating.”

Y/N let out a huff. If this day wasn’t bad enough, now she couldn’t eat. As everybody else sat down to eat, some members of some families made toasts. They stood up, holding their champagne as they said kind words to the couple. After every speech Y/N threw the alcohol back. On her empty stomach, she was bound to get very, very drunk.

After the dinner, some people stood up to dance. “I’m going to speak to your friend, Oscar,” said Carlos as he stood up.

Suddenly, Y/N grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?”

But the smile Carlos sent her way was somewhat sweet. “Relax, querida, I just want to thank him for making you feel so comfortable in my home,” he said.

Y/N didn’t see Oscar for the rest of the night. After the band left, Lando pulled her up for a dance, since she hadn’t had a single minute of fun since the wedding began. She was very drunk when Lando got her dancing. She wasn’t caring who saw as she danced around to some of her favourite songs (courtesy of Lando).

***

But then the wedding began to wind down. The guests started to leave, heading back to their respective homes and hotel rooms. Being the last ones stood in their garden, Carlos turned towards Y/N.

He walked over, taking Y/N’s hand. She wordlessly followed him, anxiety settling in the pit of her stomach. This was her duty.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

Every step she took made her body feel like it was on fire. Carlos didn’t turn left at the top of the stairs towards Y/N’s room. He went right, leading her to the room at the very end of the corridor.

The bed was huge with black sheets and several pillows at the head. There was an armchair shoved into the corner of the room a walk-in closet beside the bed. There was only one bedside table, Y/N realised, between the bed and the walk-in closet. Opposite was an ensuite, black walls that matched the bedroom and a black tub against the back wall.

Carlos shrugged of his suit jacket and undid his bowtie. He unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it on the armchair. “Leave your jewellery on,” he said and unbuckled his belt.

“Wait.”

But Carlos didn’t wait. He strode over to Y/N and turned her around, unzipping the back of her dress. Carlos pushed it off of her shoulders, letting it fall. Before it could expose too much of her, Y/N grabbed the bodice, holding it against her chest.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

Y/N let the dress fall. She let go of the bodice, wrapping arms around her breasts to keep at least a bit of a dignity. Carlos didn’t touch her. He commanded for her to step out of the dress and sit on the bed.

It was very unromantic, but Y/N didn’t expect anything less. She stepped out of her dress, taking a moment to pick it up and drape it over the chair. It was so beautiful, it seemed such a shame to leave it in a crumpled mess on the floor.

She climbed onto the bed, sitting against the pillow as Carlos placed his gun on the bedside table and pulled off his trousers. There were no words as he climbed on top of her and pulled her hands away from her chest, exposing herself before him.

Carlos grew hard. He took her hand and pulled her close, wrapping her fingers around him.

Her breathing was heavy as she sat there, unsure of what to do. So, Carlos guided her. He moved her hand up and down his length, helping to get him hard. It wasn't for pleasure, it was for procreation.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

As soon as he was ready, Carlos lined himself up. He didn't look Y/N in the eye, not until he felt her hand on his shoulder. "I'm a virgin," she said quickly.

Well, that changed things. With an exasperated sigh, Carlos sat up. He looked down at her, but he still wasn't meeting her eye.

Carlos reached out, his hand gentle against her thigh. Y/N's breath hitched as his fingertips climbed higher, ghosting over her folds. His touch was still gentle as he pressed harder.

Oh, that felt good, actually. Y/N watched him as he pressed on her clit, his thumb moving over the nerve.

She let out a moan, throwing her head back. Carlos took his as his sign to go further, his index finger dipping inside of her.

Y/N writhed about on the bed, letting out a series of moans. Whether Carlos was enjoying it or not, she didn't know. She didn't know that this entire ordeal was a chore for him.

This was his duty as a future mafia leader.

"Are you ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled his hand away from her.

Y/N nodded. She tried to meet Carlos' eyes as he moved up her body, lining himself up with her centre. Slowly and somewhat gently, Carlos pushed in.

She was tight, tighter than Carlos had ever had before. He listened as she sucked in a sharp breath, stilling his movements.

There was no communication. But at least he was now looking in her eyes. His gorgeous drown eyes were trained on her face, looking for any sign that he could move.

And then she gave it. Carlos moved his hips slowly, thrusting into her.

It was unromantic and over quickly. They weren't having sex for the pleasure of it or trying to prolong the feeling. They were trying to get it done. Carlos grunted as he snapped his hips towards her, jaw clenched.

He spilled his seed inside of her quickly and pulled away, leaving Y/N laying on his bed with a layer of sweat covering her body. She watched as Carlos walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, throwing it at her.

"Once you're done cleaning yourself up, you can return to your room," Carlos said and pushed the bathroom door closed, locking himself inside.

Y/N cleaned herself up. She grabbed her dress and held it close to her chest as she ran through the house, heading towards her own bedroom.

She could still feel his seed inside of her as she dropped her dress onto her bed and grabbed her robe. She looked around her room, but Oscar still hadn't returned.

Y/N took her time in the shower. She ran the loofa over her body, washing the sweat from her skin. She ran the loofa between her legs, washing off what she could. After a good half an hour under the hot water her skin was pruney, but Y/N didn't care

Once done with her shower, Y/N wrapped her towel around her body and headed back to her bedroom. The bedroom she had to herself. The bedroom she didn't share with the man that was now her husband.

Slowly, she got changed into her pyjamas. She climbed under the sheets and cried herself to sleep.

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[skeletorsims]

ALICEL, 1892

Not so much a town as a lone homestead out in the plains. Longman Ranch was apparently settled by Dimitry Lace's grandparents; grandparents he has never met. His mother revealed this to him after he had an accident at the mine, moving them out to the isolated land. She spent her last days there, and every passing one Dimitry couldn't help but feel that the story she had told wasn't the whole truth. But she is buried out back now, age and smoke getting to her, and now, he sits alone on the land, visited by the occasional riders; those who settled the land long ago and still enjoy some freedom out in the middle of nowhere along the routes they have taken for generations. Now there is a call to establish a more permeant settlement, a railway is apparently being planed to go through the land and Mr. Lace has graciously opened his home to prospective settlers.

This is my attempt at a Homestead Challenge. I love the prospect of historical gameplay and the challenge! To deal with my own discomfort and lack of lived experience about the treatment of Native Folks during this time, this does not take place in the U.S., and although everything isn't always hunky-dory and this will deal with some more serious themes, I am staying away from things I do not have the experience to speak about or express. Ultimately, I have done a lot of research about the settlements in Wyoming and Montana around this time and the Indigenous people who should rightfully own that land, but don't feel wholly comfortable placing this in a specific place and especially not in the United States which had just very recently to 1890 committed what basically amounts to genocide. It also just isn't very fair due to the limitations of custom content in regards to Indigenous folks!!! This is of course not a slam against anyone else's game, I feel like other challenges have handled this really well! It's just how I prefer to play. ANYWAY that's all to say: this is not in the American West although inspired by it. That does make it irrevocably tied to the gruesome history of the U.S treatment of minority populations, and I will endeavor not to do a disservice to any affected by the United States literal war crimes during this time despite not being specifically tied to the era/place.

PLEASE let me know if there are any tags I should include going forward to make sure folks stay safe and comfortable with the content they see! I will be tagging with the Content Warnings I can think of but please do let me know if I miss anything.

[the-blind-geisha]

Lost Dreamers at the Mercy of War and Love

Pairing: Rufus Shinra x OC (Sheepy)

Rated: NSFW

Words: 5,256

Description: Rufus didn't care that Sheepy was an undercover spy for AVALANCHE. He knew what to do to keep her under control. But all that time together... he thought it meant something.. up until the failed assassination attempt at Junon, that is.

Now, Sheepy has a lot to answer for.

A/N: Had a lot of fun with this, and writing Cait Sith was an absolute joy now that Rebirth showed me his mannerisms and speech patterns! Writing that delicious angst with a Romeo and Juliet vibe is my life! I loved writing to this OC! ♥♥ So much fun!

It was a dangerously close call. If Heidegger hadn't been there to act as swiftly as he had, Rufus would have been killed. The whole ordeal was running through the president’s mind, an anger that was hard to describe bubbling within his chest.

“She has a lot of nerve to dare try…” Rufus muttered to himself, glaring out at the sea surrounding Junon from the Shinra office. “I refuse to be made a fool of.”

Having been summoned in with the director of public security, Reeve couldn't help but feel how thick the air had grown all around them. He was worried about where this could all go, but did his best to hide the desire to guide this all in another direction.

“Mr. President,” Reeve began, “If I may: it would be in your best interest to talk with Sheepy a bit more personally on the matter instead of suggesting she’s been planning everything from the start.”

Heidegger grumbled at Reeve’s passive response, especially with the injury he received in place of Rufus. “So you would willingly allow a traitor to continue to linger in our midst? Be sensible, Reeve!” The director of public security waved off the notion.

Reeve ignored Heidegger’s wish to see someone in prison over a simple slip up in return, if it was even that to begin with.  “It would be one thing if there were constant attempts of assassination or even information getting out to our enemies to show she was possibly not kept in line. But this has been one instance, and even then, it was a verified Wutai member, judging by my intel.”

Rufus scoffed, not wishing to believe such a thing. The man was determined to keep his walls up. “What intel would you be speaking of, Reeve? Is it merely her word you trust?” His back remained to the two, hands gripped tightly behind him as he kept a close watch on the seas beyond the glass. Every thought that raced through his mind in regards to how to handle this made him hiss in disgust.

Nothing made him happy.

Reeve had to bite back his desire to insist the president be more trusting of others. He knew now was not the time for being so honest. “Beyond just her word, sir. My… other creation was in the crowd and happened to take notice of it. I ran a background check on them, and they are originally from Wutai.”

For some reason, Rufus couldn't be satisfied with that. 

Taking a seat behind the ornate desk, he slouched in his chair while his fingers tapped impatiently upon the armrests, wanting better answers. “This does not dissolve AVALANCHE of any crimes…” He rested his cheek upon his knuckles, staring Reeve fiercely down. “...Least of all, Sheepy.” Rufus shut his eyes, letting his mind wander before he opened them once more to motion at Heidegger. “Escort them to me. I have a few words to say to her.”

Heidegger saluted. “Certainly, Mr. President.” And with that, he left to do so.

“Mr. President, please,” Reeve begged, hoping to speak up in Sheepy’s case.

Rufus raised his hand, halting Reeve. If there was anybody he wanted to hear the most from, it would be from Sheepy herself. “Having all these extra voices in my ear does little to sway me. In fact, I find it quite annoying.” The president motioned towards the doors. “Go. Leave me.”

Sighing in defeat, Reeve thought on the best way to approach this situation. Knowing that standing there would only make it worse, he nodded and with a slight bow, left.

Sheepy was shocked to be treated in such a way. Having Heidegger’s men pointing their guns at her as though she were a common criminal was far from what she would have imagined would be happening on her way to The Gold Saucer with the group.

“But I didn't do anything!” Sheepy insisted, flinching in annoyance the moment the barrel of one of the SOLDIER’S guns pushed into the middle of her back.

“Tell it to the president!” Heidegger snapped, the doors opening to reveal Rufus sitting at the desk still looking just as unimpressed as he was when last left.

When her eyes met with Rufus’ she couldn't help but slowly shake her head before the forceful push of Heidegger brought her back to herself.

“Enough!” Rufus commanded, not appreciating how Sheepy was being handled. While he was furious that he was possibly betrayed, this wasn't something he wished to see without answers. Taking to his feet, his fingers caressed the priceless marble of the desk before motioning to the men and Heidegger. “Leave us.”

“Of course, Mr. President.”

“And, one more thing, Heidegger,” Rufus added, his tone threatening as he spoke. It caused the head of public security to flinch, wondering if he had said or done something wrong. “If you so much as speak to anybody about what you’ve heard prior, I will see you terminated.”

He was content to only have select staff members know about Sheepy’s original alliance. While he could trust Reeve to remain quiet, given how weak he saw the man, Heidegger was something completely different.

“I, y-yes! Wouldn't dream of it, Mr. President!” With a unison salute, he and his men left the two alone in the Junon Shinra office.

Having been told the minimum of what was going on through Rufus’ mind regarding that attack, Sheepy shook her head with a furrow of her brow as the president ominously approached her. “You know I wouldn't do that,” she insisted, her voice almost shaking in disgust that he would dare incriminate her.

“I would like to believe you wouldn't.” He was soon inches away from her, his eyes looking her over to make certain that not a single breath betrayed her. “But tell me…” His fingerless gloved hands toyed with one of the curly strands of hair that had found freedom from Sheepy’s ponytail. “...what encourages you to remain at my side?”

She could hear his tone was hardened, rife with anger and resentment as if just one wrong word could cut the small bond they had.

“Is it fear?” Rufus asked, almost annoyed she didn't answer right away as he had hoped she would. “I refuse to believe it would be any duty to my company, let alone me, that binds you, all things considered.” His lip seemed to curl as he said such a thing.

Boldly, Sheepy removed her face from his grasp as she flinched in emotional agony. “What would make you believe I would ever betray you?! After everything I’ve done to show my support for you!” In all honesty, it wasn't his company she cared for. It was the man behind it.

If she could remove him from the harmful Shinra Inc label, so much of this would feel a bit easier. But he was blinded by what his father had instilled within him—what was ‘best’ for the people and their futures.

Rufus stifled a low growl of disappointment, removing his grasp at Sheepy’s command. “You are hardly loyal to my company.”

“Of course I am not,” Sheepy protested, her hand upon her chest as her eyes remained locked onto Rufus’. The moment such a thing was said, it was there she noticed the president was fueled by hurtful anger that she would dare say such a thing. “I don’t care about something that cannot care for me in return! What I care about is you!”

The president stood firm, as if wanting to retaliate angrily at such a warm and honest response. Rufus shook his head, turning from her as he stormed back to his desk. “I will see to it that you’re under close watch. The Turks will be the ones to have a tighter grip on your movements, as I refuse to have this happen again.”

“But I—!”

“Leave. Me.” Each word seethed past his teeth when he spoke them, prompting Sheepy to falter in disbelief.

There wasn't much else she could add. Rufus wouldn't listen, much to her dismay. The moment she left the room, men from SOLDIER were waiting to escort her to where the Turks had gathered only to have a Scottish accent pierce the tension in the room.

“Pardon me, lads! But may I have a moment?”

Everyone’s confusion eventually led them to a cartoonish looking black and white cat with a golden crown, brown boots, white gloves, and a little red cape. He gave a smile, hoping to sway the guards in his favor.

“I believe I can take it from here. Why don't ye head on about yer duties, eh?”

The two guards looked at one another, confused on how to even act. They were hardly told that this toy was made by and often controlled by Reeve. It felt like a trick.

“Go on, now!” he urged a bit more forcefully. “I was made by Shinra, so ye can trust me! Was even made by one of your superiors, might I add.”

The men tensed at hearing that and instantly surrendered Sheepy to the talking animatronic. “Sir! Yes, sir!” the two said in unison, allowing a confused Sheepy to walk alongside this sentient creature.

“Sorry ‘bout that! Guess ye donnae know my name, eh?”

“Yeah… and who made you…No less,” Sheepy added.

“Name is Cait Sith!” In the blink of an eye and the snap of his finger, a giant fluffy moogle with small bat wings was summoned, allowing him to at least become tall enough to look her in the eye. “I was listenin’ to everythin’ going on in there,” he whispered, hand covering the side of his mouth as if to comically make sure nobody overheard them. “I must say, the man is not what he used to be—and I mean that in the best way possible.”

Sheepy’s brow furrowed in confusion, still trying to subdue the pain in her heart from the earlier talk with Rufus. “Really? That’s a good thing?”

“Very much so, lass! His heart was always set on the Promised Land and other things of business, but I can gladly say, with ye around, he hasn't been focusing nearly as hard on all of that!”

She couldn't help but be hypnotized by how this cat moved. He always had to motion his hands about as if he were in a stage play of some sort. The thought of asking who made him slipped her mind during all of this.

“You sound weirdly gleeful about it; especially for someone who works for him.” She didn't forget that part. In fact, she wasn't even paying attention to the fact that Cait Sith was seemingly guiding her to Reeve’s office.

“Oh, it’s more that it’s nice to take yer mind away from business, ya know? Have a little fun here and there.” The moment Reeve’s office door was in sight, Cait Sith moved to the side, motioning joyously for her to open it. “As for who made me—ta da~!”

Seeing Reeve’s name near the door, she found it almost difficult to believe. He hardly felt like the type to make an animatronic to dazzle the crowd.

Cait Sith stepped to the side, motioning for her to go onward and through the door. “I am sure he’d like to talk with ye. So go on ahead now. I got other things to be doing!” The giant moogle hobbled off with the talking cat upon its head.

Sheepy sighed to herself, not sure what Reeve of all people could want with her after all that transpired. Knocking first, she heard a muffled response from the director of urban planning to encourage her to come in. She peeked into the room before finding the courage to come inside. 

“You asked for me? Or rather your…cat did?”

Reeve stifled a laugh. “Indeed, and forgive the little white lie I had to spare the others. I just wanted to be certain you would make it to me first.”

“I had no clue you could make such a thing, Reeve.” Sheepy noticed him gesturing towards the empty chair across from his desk, urging her to take a seat. “Is this what you do in your spare time? Make robots?”

“Sometimes.” Another small chuckle escaped him. “He was a little project of sorts, requested by the former president himself. President Rufus just has other ideas for Cait Sith at present.” Reeve raised his hands, stopping the conversation from getting off track. “Anyways, I am well aware of his feelings right now and how he wishes to proceed with things moving forward.”

Sheepy rubbed her face, trying to be rid of the sorrow that was no doubt evident upon her. “You have to believe me when I said I didn't do it… I swear!”

“I know. I know.” Reeve reclined back in his chair, sighing as he hated the direction everything had taken. After a few moments of silence, he found the courage to speak candidly. “He is battling with himself. That I can assure you.”

Sheepy’s brown eyes locked with Reeve, wondering if he was actually speaking about Rufus or mentioning somebody completely different. Hardly could she believe the president would fight with himself. Rufus always acted as though he knew exactly what he wanted or intended to do.

“We’re talking about the same guy, right?” Sheepy asked, trying to find humor in the miserable scene. “Or are you talking about your cat still?”

“The president,” Reeve corrected, giving her a playful scolding look. “He’s going to be heading to The Gold Saucer soon with the Turks. I will be there… in spirit, but I am certain he is going to drag you along for the ride as well.”

“And what are you getting at? Is there any reason why the president is heading there?” She scoffed to herself. “He doesn't really strike me as the man to want to enjoy himself or unwind with a few rides.”

“He’s looking for a Cetra artifact. We don't know for sure if it is there, but the best thing we can do is hunt for it given the leads we have.”

Sheepy’s hands clasped tightly together, wondering if she should be a bit open and honest with Reeve about her allegiance. As far as she was aware, he didn't know. “You really are very trusting…”

Reeve shrugged. “Mm, if you are implying I should be more cautious about an AVALANCHE spy working for the company—.”

Her head shot up, feeling her heart squeeze in worry the whole company knew at this point.

“—well,” he continued, “I will just tell you to not worry so much about it at current. If the President demanded Heidegger’s silence, just be aware that you have mine as well.”

Words were difficult to come by. As though a spell of silence had cursed her, she struggled to even speak. “H-How did you know about—?!”

“—I have my ways,” Reeve interrupted. It was there he motioned back towards the door. “I am sure he’s expecting you to meet with the Turks first and have them keep tabs on you over myself. I just wanted to tell you that I can help out the best I can.”

Sheepy wasn't sure what he meant by that. The whole conversation was vague, as though he were alluding to something that was far bigger than she had expected. “Umm, sure. Thanks for the talk and all.” She took her leave of the room after waving briefly to the Shinra employee. “That was the weirdest conversation I’ve had with anybody. And that’s saying a lot seeing who else I usually got direct orders from in AVALANCHE,” she muttered, heading down the connecting hall to find her way to the Turks.

Hearing the knock at his office door, Rufus was hardly in the mood to entertain anybody. His lip curled in frustration, asking for whoever was there to come in.

The black and white animatronic cat peeked into the room atop his trusty moogle. “Why ‘ello there! I came to drop by that information ye requested.”

The president leered at the toy. “Now is hardly the time.”

“I disagree, sir.” The stuffed toy joyfully sauntered in as Cait Sith was able to access Reeve’s personal files to grab the data he needed. “Ye be askin’ about the Keystone relic, aye?”

Rufus tried to find joy in that, as he needed something to bring his spirits back up after everything that happened with Sheepy. “All I care about is if you know where it’s located.”

“I can say we do,” Cait Sith gleefully responded, clasping his hands together as he brought up the file regarding the item.

The moment he saw an image of the Keystone and several words jotted down along side it, Rufus leaned forward to get a better look at the information that was soon passed to his own screen. “So it actually exists.” His tone purred with content at this news.

“Appears to be a part of Dio’s collection,” the animatronic cat explained. “We can certainly try our luck in talkin’ to the lad ‘bout it. Or the other cat can, given where ye stationed him.” It was there he curled his gloved hands and began to paw at his own face, acting out the part of a cat.

“Then see to it,” Rufus demanded.

Cait Sith snapped his fingers, standing proudly upon the moogle at that demand. “Of course, sir! I will give this warning to ye though from my research up top: there be rumors that Dio might take a wee bit of convincin’ to do so. Might not be such an easy task as it is such a priceless relic of the past n’ all.”

Hearing that, the president was hardly phased. “Then convince him. I am certain I don't need to elaborate on what I mean by demanding you do so.” Rufus turned from the talking doll, looking back out at the sea to distract his mind once more from the thought there might be a roadblock.

“I, umm, can certainly try,” Cait Sith insisted with a chuckle. “But how ‘bout this though: you and Sheepy attend The Gold Saucer as a date out to distract from whatever shenanigans I can cause to grab this Keystone of yers, eh?”

Hearing such a suggestion, Rufus wanted to grab the toy and shake him around. “I am hardly in the mood, cat…” The fury could be heard rumbling in his words.

“Sir, I must ask what ye be wantin’ more…” Cait Sith opened one hand to one side of his body. “Do ya want yer Keystone or…” he opened the other, moving both hands up and down. “...do ye want Cloud and his group to get it? If it’s the Keystone, then I hate to say ye’ll be needin’ to play along for a wee bit till I can get to it or at least plot a means of doin’ so!”

Rufus sighed, running his fingers through his blond hair as he felt this would all be awkward after the fight they just had. In the past, he would have gladly embraced this idea, but now he needed a moment to think—alone.

“Dammit all,” he muttered quietly, knowing he couldn't pass up this opportunity. “Fine. I’ll talk with them once we dock at Costa Del Sol.”

“That there’s the spirit!” Cait Sith cheered, pointing at Rufus with glee. “I’ll notify the other ‘bout what has been said here! Ye can trust the cat!” With much relief, Cait Sith turned and scurried out of the room to do as he had been asked—among other things.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The whole talk at Costa Del Sol felt like a business exchange that Sheepy couldn't refuse. It was still so awkward… After having her ‘boss’ get onto her about the slipup she wasn't even responsible for, he was willing to try and put it all to the side for a moment to go on this fictional date?

The helicopter ride over to The Gold Saucer was equally difficult as she twitched in her seat, wondering how to even feel about any of this. “Do you want me to dress up as something special or…?”

Rufus’ eyes caught hers, his cheek resting on his knuckles as he appeared lost in thought. Only her voice seemed to lure him back to the present. “What you’re wearing is fine. We’re just here on business. Keep that in mind.”

Sheepy did her best to stifle her exasperated sigh but to little avail. “Yeah. Right.”

The president caught onto her actions, not certain if he should even engage with it. His fingers clutched the white trench coat he wore, fighting with himself as well on how to say what he wanted.

All this time together, all this time even keeping everybody around him at a distance, and it had failed. He never thought he would feel heartbreak over the thought he was betrayed in some manner. Yet, here he was, mourning over the loss of something that hardly even started in his mind.

He gazed at the bright and joyful colors of the amusement park that was built so high within the sky, it might as well have appeared to be floating there. When the helicopter landed, he exited first before turning to offer his hand for Sheepy to take.

She was shocked by that. Given how upset he was towards her, she wouldn't have expected him to remain so gentlemanly. The second she hesitated, she saw him giving her a curious look—almost painful, in a way.

“I, uh-sorry!” Her hand slid into his, wishing the embrace didn't feel so rigid and cold.

The flashing lights and the loud, joyful sounds became background noise as she felt as Rufus’ hand slipped from hers with a hesitant thought of doing so. Even staring up at him, he was focused outside of her, and it brought a horrible pain to her chest.

The president sighed, rubbing his thumb against his forehead. “I need to find Dio. Or—.”

“Why, ‘ello there!”

The Scottish voice that interrupted Rufus made both search desperately for the source. It was there they found Cait Sith, sitting like a stuffed toy upon a bench not far away. He sat in such a way that he was able to kick his feet back and forth with a small hum.

Sheepy froze up, remembering that Reeve said he would be here in spirit. She didn't think he would actually have this animatronic stationed at The Gold Saucer of all places. “Hello,” she answered with a nervous wave, wondering where this would be heading.

“We need to speak in private,” Rufus ordered, closing the distance between him and Cait Sith.

“Of course, sir!” The cat hopped down from where he was sitting, summoning his moogle to hop upon this time. “If ye like, we can head on down to The Ghost Hotel and talk there. I made some reservations earlier, so they should be expectin’ us.” 

Sheepy kept quiet, not certain if Rufus should know or not that she was aware that was Reeve’s toy. Her lost expression gave the president the assumption she had no clue what was happening, urging him to explain the bare minimum.

“He’s an ally. Come on.”

His hand gripped hers once more. The once icy cold grip was far more firm, making her heart drop as it only reeked of business. Felt as though all those steps the two took together to try and move past the business barrier had been destroyed.

The ghoulish appearance of The Ghost Hotel was far more realistic than Sheepy had thought it would be. While she heard rumors about this elaborate amusement park, she never had the gil to bother going.

Admiring the animatronics, holograms and well-hired actors along the way, the three were escorted to the Tonberry Suite. Just as the outside was, the interior design was above and beyond, feeling as though they all walked right into a haunted mansion.

“I know the Turks had this place reserved, but we can borrow it for a moment,” Cait Sith insisted, hopping off of his moogle and standing upon the table near the window. “Now then, I’m gonna do my best to talk to Dio about the Keystone, see what he says. If all else fails, Cloud’s group will do for a lovely distraction of sorts as well. That I promise!”

“Seems you actually thought ahead.” The praise was backhanded at best, making Cait Sith flinch a bit from the remark but still doing his best not to take offense.

He nervously chuckled. “Aye, that I have, sir. Now then, why don't you two wait here, and I’ll get together a plan for ya both, eh?”

Sheepy felt her cheeks burning in embarrassment that Reeve would go this far just to see the two alone in a hotel room together. “Now, wait a minute, I—!”

Cait Sith hopped off the table and scurried towards the door like a regular house cat. “Remember! Stay here till I say somethin’!” Hopping back up on his moogle, he grabbed the door handle and escorted himself out.

Rufus was hardly phased by anything Cait Sith said. His fingers drummed on the table, looking from the door back to Sheepy. “Are you that displeased with having to share a room with me for a moment?”

Hearing him say such a thing, she flinched. The words hurt worse than any attack she could take in battle. “N-No! Of course not! I just…” Fingers curling into a fist, she grabbed for the courage she needed to remain strong. “I just know how you feel about me lately.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Rufus’ voice sounded unenthused, making her wonder if she should even bother.

“I know you don't want to believe me, but you have to when I say I would not command an assassination on you.”

The chair he was sitting in moaned against his weight as he leaned back to take in every word she uttered. Whether before others or in private, there was nothing that would have her plea this hard for innocence. Not unless…

“Then everything you said prior to this mess,” Rufus began, thinking back on their moments working together, “they were not a lie?”

“No!” The answer left Sheepy so swiftly that there was hardly a single thing that caged her honest emotions. Still, she felt helpless and it was there she turned and headed for the elaborate bed display not far from the table. Her back to him, she embraced herself as she slouched forward. “I’ve said it all in many different ways how I care about you, but I guess it all falls on deaf ears, huh? Do you really care more about your company than anything else?”

There was a heavy silence that filled the room before Rufus took to his feet and headed towards her. “What of yourself? Do you care so much about the planet that making the lives of others easier means nothing?” His hand rested upon her shoulder, squeezing her there tightly. “Do I mean nothing?”

She shook her head, their hands joining before turning to face him. “I care about you, but I feel your desire to see what you want through to the end is corrupted.”

Rufus nearly recoiled from her honesty, but he didn't feel completely wounded by it.

“But I will stay,” she whispered. “Till the bitter end, even if you make the dumbest choices…” Her palm moved boldly to his cheek to cradle him there. “...I will stay. And if it’s every move AVALANCHE makes that will make you happy, then I will tell you about it without pause…” Still, she froze, hating to say this to rat out her own team, but she knew there was something underneath Rufus that wasn't sinister as everybody thought. Besides, this was part of their original deal. “...Whatever shows I am not a traitor to you, I will do it.”

His grip coiled about hers, and it was there she worried he would deny her.

But he didn't.

Moving her hand to his lips, it was there he kissed her with a breath that ignited life within him once more. No matter what she thought of his choices, just knowing she would still remain beside him was enough to have the thorned barrier about his heart wither once more.

It encouraged her to fall into his embrace, her body feeling as though it were the first time in a century since she had done such a thing.

Rufus’ fingers toyed with the band that kept her curly hair up in the ponytail she often had it styled within. The moment it was let free, he found himself envious of the curls that kissed upon her skin in place of him. To sate his greed, his lips met hers and it was there the breath of her filled his lungs and enthralled his heart.

Her own raced with his, as she boldly worked on removing his coat in need to feel of him in some form. She wanted to be a part of him beyond simple words, and even his own actions would show he too desired her.

It was that fraction of him that felt caged, finally let free to explore the soul of the other he had grown closer to beyond a mere business transaction. Like a flawless dance, he escorted her towards the bed the moment he was able to remove the dress that dared mock his advances.

Sheepy sat upon the side of the bed as Rufus’ lips journeyed about her body. The mere flash of her throat when she moaned enticed him to move his lips together to gently pluck at her skin before they found their way to her breast.

Her eyes closed, leaning into his advances. She felt as his hands gripped upon her as though he worried she would dare try to get away. But now that once stone cold and emotionless grip had turned into something of wanting. Something desiring more, as it had built up over the past few years of the two working closely together.

Her mind went blank the moment she felt his fingers caressing her underwear. Even Rufus paused in doing so, his eyes catching hers as he asked without words if she wanted him to continue. Even if greed raked through every inch of him, he wasn't going to take what he wasn't allowed.

Sheepy nodded, her breathing having hastened and it was there she felt as the fabric kissed her thighs in a seductively slow manner before they soon laid to rest upon the floor along with her shoes. The warmth of his breath caressed the lips of her entrance, making a sharp cry quiver from her body.

“F-Fuck…!” she swore sweetly, fingers buried within his hair to encourage him onward.

Rufus’ own moan added to the wet warmth of her womanhood, his tongue flicking across her petals to taste of what he could only envision in his wildest dreams. To him, it was sweet like honey. He desired more. With one last slow and steady flick of his tongue against her clit did he remove himself from between her legs and motion towards the bed.

“Lie down,” he insisted, using his fingertips to dab away his saliva and her own essence that mixed with it.

Doing as he asked, she watched as he removed the rest of his own clothing. The intoxication of the moment was so strong, she could only think to open her arms and beckon for him back into her embrace. 

He soon held her body close, clasping her in a sort of hug that felt far from erotic in nature. Sheepy couldn't help but be a bit caught off guard by it. It was a hug that she least expected from someone such as him—as if saying ‘don't go’ without a single word being uttered.

“R-Rufus…?” She didn't mean to sound so informal with him, but the moment coaxed it out of her.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head to the best of his ability as his fingers dug into the small of her back. “It’s nothing,” he whispered, but those words held a lie of sorts that she didn't bother to probe about.

His hands guided her to find comfort on the covers of the bed. His own grip trailed upon the length of her arm before having his fingers rest between the divide of her own. The head of his cock kissed her entrance ever sweetly to where Sheepy’s toes curled and her back arched in desperate want of him.

As though he were greeting her for the first time, he brought the back of her hand up towards him where he kissed her there as he slowly—inch by inch—pushed himself within her. The tight warmth was spirituous for him, causing his other free hand to grab at her thigh to keep himself steady. Her body in kind kissed every inch of him, encouraging Rufus to near madness he would have embraced, but he would not see himself harm the one he had grown close to.

Never would he see himself as heartless as his father.

Sheepy’s heels dug into Rufus’ lower back, trying to encourage him onward as her moans grew louder and closer together. Odd to say for a spy, but she could care less how obvious she was being behind those walls. “G-Gods… damn…!” she whimpered, her body moving to meet every rhythmic thrust he offered. As the welcomed, merciless minutes passed on, the walls of her body throbbed upon him, giving an early warning she would climax. “I-I’m going to cum…!” Her nails pricked at his skin best they could given their length, and it was there she felt him steady himself.

“Then do so,” Rufus whispered near her mouth, tasting the warmth she breathed and acting as though it were as intoxicating as any wine he could sample. His palm cradling her warm cheek, he urged her back into a deep kiss.

Just as before, it gave him life—chasing away his worries that weighed him down.

Sheepy’s body shook, her moan muffled by Rufus’ desire to swallow her wish to be far more vocal than she was. The moment he felt her body clamp firmly upon his length, he grunted and even steeled himself before his lips parted from hers.

Breaking the string of saliva that connected them, he moaned with a grunt to follow as the warmth of his release soon bloomed within her body.

She whimpered, the erotic temptation swelled within her and urged her to embrace the president in a duplicate manner that she felt from him earlier. Burying her face within the nook of his warm neck, she sighed heavily in relief that all her feelings weren't just delusions of grandeur. That they were indeed reciprocated. 

Rufus found rest beside her under the covers, as he cradled her hand back to him once more where he kissed her there again and again. His brow furrowed before his eyes looked at her. “I pray you know I still aim to stop AVALANCHE every step of the way.”

Sheepy hesitantly nodded, her fingers toying with the rogue strands of his blond hair that fell from place.

“But if there is one thing I will not tolerate, it is heartache.” He murmured it rather gently, but there was a small form of a threat buried within it. “No matter the ‘dumb choices I make’—Well, I am holding you to that, Sheepy.”

She didn't curl up in fear. If anything, she only moved closer to where she nuzzled against his bare chest. “Don't take my words for lies. Even for a spy, I speak honestly to those I care about.”

[aberfaeth]

top five fics (ever. for a fandom/pairing. by people you know. by strangers. whatever u want go crazy) ORRRR top five fob songs bc I know u and ilu and I wanna hear ur thoughts

hi sav. hope you know what you've unleashed here.

TOP FIVE FICS.....EVER

tell me about the big bang (star wars sequel trilogy, Finn/Poe, 37.8k.) i made my mom read this fic and that's not a bit i literally had her read this. and she isn't even a star wars fan. like she's seen tfa but she wasn't even that into it i just made her read this because it's one of humanity's greatest literary achievements and she still brings it up to me in conversation that's how much she enjoyed it. sorry this turned into more of tmatbb being one of my mom's top five fics but yknow. context. anyways i don't want to say too much about it because i don't want to spoil it for anyone who might check it out which Please Do That but suffice to say. it is a work of fucking art and i can only hope to someday write with half the talent nina varela possesses in her pinky finger

darling i'd wait for you, even if you didn't ask me to (the great pretender season 1, Laurent/Makoto, 11k.) swear to god this isn't me sucking up it is still the best gift i have ever received in my life. hey you reading this have you ever conceptualized a fic and went "boy i wish i could feed this into a machine and it would execute the idea perfectly in a way that managed to surprise and delight me as i read it" well you simply must get yourself a sav. because she will do that for you. anyways watch tgp season one literally just to read this fic.

Be Gay; Solve Crime (american vandal, Peter/Sam, 9.2k.) this fic has everything--outsider POV! perfectly in character banter! angie and michael who are real and canon to me! mr fernandez did you eat shit! gay lou carter! do your string thing man! MING, EVEN!!!!!! consider this a rotating spot for the work of my lovely lovely friends in the hanover high AV club, who have churned out some of the bangers of all fucking time which i talked about some of those in a top five ask four calendar years ago

Over & Through (dimension 20 fantasy high, gen, 62.7k.) also made my mom read this. she got the riz chapter first and said it gave her horrifying acid trip dreams. which is honestly so fair. if you are a dimension 20 fan and you haven't read this fic what are you doing. the form is inventive the prose is stunning the characterization is painfully sharp. if you've been watching neverafter going hey i wish this was actually horror READ THIS RIGHT NOW THE HORROR IS IMMACULATE

If You Could Let Me Inside Your Heart (leverage, ot3, 2.5k.) remains my favorite leverage fic of all time and also my favorite group character study. what a lovely premise and executed with such grace and perfect understanding of character and pacing like so much work is done for its length and GOD IS IT ALL GORGEOUS

okay haha onto the fall out boy--JUST KIDDING. I HOPE YOU HAD YOUR WEAPON READY TO TAKE ME OUT BECAUSE ONE TIME I SAID IF I EVER MADE A RECLIST WITHOUT I HATE TO LOOK INTO THOSE EYES AND SEE AN OUNCE OF PAIN YOU WOULD HAVE TO SHOOT ME BECAUSE I'D BE A POD PERSON. SO HERE'S ME DOING THAT, PLEASE READ IT, READ IT NOW. WHAT FANDOM OR PAIRING OR LENGTH? YOU GET TO FIND OUT WHEN YOU CLICK! THAT! LINK!

okay haha onto the fall out boy. so i earnestly did try to come up with my top five fob songs on my own. then i had a breakdown and filled out the whole damn fob song sorter yes all 500 battles. heres my top 25. note the repetition of numbers indicating my inability to make decisions

elaborations on the medal winners:

THE KIDS AREN'T ALRIGHT: when this song came out i was thirteen years old (in middle school) (did not have my own itunes account) (did not have spotify) and as all songs do it was released at midnight (i was thirteen) (supposed to be asleep) (it was a school night) i hid under the covers with my ipod touch on the lowest brightness setting (supposed to be asleep on a school night) midnight arrived and i could not buy the song on itunes because then my parents would get an email about the purchase and know i had stayed up (i was supposed to be asleep) so i just listened to the 30 second preview on itunes for like an hour straight (i cried) (a lot)

THE (SHIPPED) GOLD STANDARD: me for real bc im literally no good at math

(COFFEE'S FOR CLOSERS): also in middle school i used to doodle song lyrics to keep myself focused during class and my history professor was taking a walk around the classroom and spotted my doodle of a little coffee cup with the lyrics "i will never believe in anything again" and went "aw why not," clearly concerned for my mental health and wellbeing. and despite that horribly traumatizing experience, coffee's for closers remains one of my favorite songs in the world. so thats proof that its really very good

OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN THE WORLD: you only hold me up like thiiiiis cause you don't know who i really aAAaaAAAaam

PAVLOVE: sorry its the quirky girl tendencies again. when will they put this on spotify so i can scream my little heart out to I WANT TO MAKE YOU AS LONELY AS MEEEE SO YOU CAN GET GET ADDICTED TO THIS YOU CAN GET GET ADDICTED TO THIS! anyways folie >

now, a disclaimer: this sorter is obviously older than two weeks and thus does not include the songs off SMFS. i feel like recency bias means i can't accurately fit them into the list but i will say that there is no universe in which hold me like a grudge doesn't make top fifteen

if you've reached the end of this post, thanks for going on this journey with me. i meant to be asleep an hour ago. but i did this instead. was it worth it. well whos to say. if you ended up reading IHTLITEASAOOP then yes it was.