#my favourite drunk lil bastard!

[cruesuffix]

pics of mick i have on my phone pt4.

(he’s so it girl)

[halscafe]

"he's right. i am in love with you faithful. but i'll never act upon it. i'll never hurt you. your innocence is what gives me so much life. it reminds me that there's undying goodness in this world....it's because i love you, that i can't be with you. you deserve a good life....if you and i were to get together, alright? i can't promise you that you'll be safe....but you know who can take care of you? my idiot genius brother over there. there's no life with me." (getting drunk with your idiot lovers | good boy audios)

i've talked about this video before, but I have more thoughts I need to get out -- particularly on this moment from the video. here, the trio are completely hammered, and are getting all their thoughts out in the open. albus and devlin go back and forth for a lil bit, but here, albus puts his feelings out about why he can't be with faithful and it just completely wrecks my heart.

when we first meet albus, he's got the hardest exterior put up around him -- and for good reason. this man has never been on the receiving end of any type of love ever. he's only ever known hurt and ill intent and has just had every obstacle thrown at him by life without a moments rest. but here he is, provided with the potential to live a somewhat happy life. he's grown to develop feelings towards faithful, and is aware that faithful has feelings towards him. he's even given the blessing from his brother (who also has feelings towards faithful) to pursue what his heart is telling him. he has every right to chase this pursuit to a happy life, and is so deserving of it after everything he's been through. but he doesn't.

the man who has every right to be selfish and chase what his heart desires, says no, and thinks instead for what is best for faithful. to him, faithful represents everything that is good in the world. everything that he hasn't had. and in conscious mind, he cannot see himself tainting that goodness with the hardship that he has had plague him his whole life. he holds himself in such a low regard that despite all the love and admiration he has for faithful, he can't see himself as deserving of the light she represents in his eyes. to keep that innocence alive and well, he will shove his own desires away and put what (he thinks) she needs at the forefront.

when i first met albus york in the beginning of the bastard warrior series, he didn't strike me as a selfless guy. he came off as selfish and crude, and someone who would put his own needs above everyone else. he had that persona when he met faithful, and when he reunited with his brother devlin. but that's what he wants people to think. he doesn't want to stain his path with the tragedy that follows him, and to avoid doing that, he'll be the villain. he'll be the villain of the story if it means that the people he loves can be the heroes and succeed. it's this complexity that has made him one of my favourite fictional characters. albus york, the man hardened by life, and the man willing to be continuously hardened by life for the well-being of others.

[thygoddessouijathicc]

Phone Guy Dave AU Fanfic: BEANS

(Disclaimers: Heyyyy y’all seem to be liking the phone guy Dave AU! This story takes place after a book of memories when they somehow yeet themselves to Vegas. So here we go, Tangerine Man and Aubergine Phone in Vegas. Also for some context, in this AU Jack does not have the Flipside arcade machine, and thus does not know about Flipside Dave.)

The two men walk hand in hand down the neon lit streets of Vegas as everyone (sober enough to understand the world around them) stares. It could be their oddly hued skin. It could be the fact one of them has a phone for a head. It could be slightly less that they just robbed a store. Regardless, they pay no mind.

“Dude what happened in there, you just froze up!” Jack complains.

“Sorry sportsy, dam-dang telemarketers. You’d think I’d have some sort of block against that shi-stuff, but no.” Dave sighs in annoyance “I fu-hecking hate this fu-hecking swearing block.”

“Personally, I think it’s hilarious.”

“Of course YOU do! You’re not the one who can’t say heck. And of course you know I mean heck, notheck.”

“Can’t you just remove that feature?”

“Can’t, I tried. It’s tied up with a buncha really hecking important stuff so if I get rid of it I’m a goner. At least random acts of violence are still on the table!” Dave emphasizes this point by punching out a random drunk guy. “Feels more empty though. Sportsy, do you know if there’s a such thing as dying too many times? Do you think that stuff affects me or something?”

“I dunno, I’ve only died the one time… ok that’s not entirely true, I was pronounced dead for a solid 30 minutes in college. So I guess I’ve died twice.”

“Shoot sport, what were you doing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know~” Jack thinks back to that night… why had he thought it was such a good idea. How else could injecting heroin into his asshole have gone? “Anyway, tell me about the whole phoney experience. I almost was one when I got springlocked.”

“Kinda not great to be honest. Beats the suit. Barely. At least I’m not full of hecking maggots with metal chunks impaling me and my organs hanging out. Nah, this is more… well just the right amount of mild discomfort to be considered torture. The head is shockingly itchy, telemarketers exist, I can’t hecking swear, my programming is screaming at me to go back to the restaurant, I can’t drink, I can’t do cocaine, and I’m eternally cringing because of all that stuff that I did as a glorified Scott.”

“Rip.”

“You’re so mean to me Old Sport.” 

The two men come upon their favourite casino from their first two trips to Vegas.

“This place looks like less of a crack den than last time, Sportsy what went wrong!?” Dave says in a frantic tone as they stand in the lobby of the trashiest casino in Vegas, or at least what used to be.

“No fucking clue man.” Jack says shaking his head in disappointment.”

“How’s about we get ourselves kicked out and find a better place?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“Couldja stop flexing on me with your fancy hecking lack of a swearing block!” Dave complains as the two men walk up to the nearest security guard to attempt to beat him up.

Needless to say both of the crayola men were beaten within an inch of their lives and thrown out into an alley.

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Jack wakes up to the feeling of something soft pawing at his face. When he opens his eyes he sees a fluffy little white kitten with black spots. His eyes widen as he sees this glorious creature, this absolute gift to the world.

“Dave… DAVE!” Jack slaps the phone man, hurting his hand in the process and hissing at the pain. Dave wakes up, apparently this is all it takes to get a phone man out of sleep mode.

“Ugh… what… what is it Spo-“

“Look at him. LOOK AT HIM DAVE!” Jack says, forcing the kitten into Dave’s face.

“Holy shoot Sport! Where didja get that lil bastard!”

“He woke me up, he didn’t have a collar or a microchip-“

“How could you tell he didn’t have a microchip?“

“I’ve been microchipped before, I know the signs. Well anyway. He didn’t have one, so he’s mine now, and I named him Beans. We’re keeping him regardless of what you say but can we keep him?” Jack attempts to do a cute face, turning out looking more like a Lovecraftian horror.

“‘Course Sportsy! How could I say no to a face like that! Both of ya! So… back to the strip?”

“Are you mad!? We need to make sure our SON is safe first! Do you even love me!?” Jack says, tearing up.

“Oh god I’m such a hecking moron! You’re right! You’re always right! Our child must come first! I do love you! More than anything else!” Dave says, also crying.

The two men skipped off hand in hand with Beans and spent the rest of the trip carrying the kitten around in a baby carrier.

(Note: Ok so this one was a little less angst and a little more fluffy crack. But yea, Beans is an official character now. He’s also surprisingly relevant to the loose plot I have planned. Btw I drew him, and I’ve decided all my fanfics from now on will tend to also come with art because I’m getting better about drawing shit.)

[another-corpo-rat]

My own lil bastard kitty got me thinking so I offer my ramblings on Victoria and the horrid little beast that she would give her life for but also bullies on a daily basis.

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> Victoria was having a terrible week when she found Nibbles – or more accurately when Nibbles found her. Things were just bent out of shape; OIZYS was set back by something in the coding getting messed with by an internal agent, add to that an internal security breach that had everyone in Counter-Intel scrambling to find the source and stop the leak.

She had decided that come the weekend, she was getting drunk and she was getting fucked – not necessarily in that order. A few co-workers joined in that endeavour and while she would’ve opted for Clouds, they dragged her ass to Lizzie’s bar instead. A smaller thing gone wrong, but still frustrating atop of everything else.

An hour in, she was neither drunk nor fucked while her co-workers were deep in BDs. She opted to head outside for a smoke, where she heard the pitching chirrup of an odd creature coming at her in full trot, ratty little tail held high in the air.

The cat sat on her shoe, shivering at the slightest breeze that rolled through and Victoria deigned this hideous little thing clearly in need of help.

> There was a debate on the cat’s name. While she preferred Peaches, she was over-ruled by Smasher in the matter, who was frighteningly adamant that the thing be called Nibbles instead. After a while the cat started responding to Nibbles, and Victoria is still sore over that loss.

> Smasher is, in fact, the Favourite. Victoria finds she can’t be as sore on that fact, as seeing him getting awkwardly pinned by the cat, or used as a climbing frame/heating pad is funny as fuck.

That said, she only likes Smasher when he’s in his Dragoon frame and hides should he visit in a Gemini. She hisses if he comes anywhere near her then.

How Victoria talks to Nibbles: “Aw, my baby. Who’s my pretty little baldie?”

How Smasher talks to Nibbles: “The fuck do you want, you undercooked chicken?”

> Her collar is encrusted with diamonds. It’s likely worth enough to pay for rent in a significant number of places in Night City.

> Now an indoor cat, Nibbles idea of hunting is bringing hairpins and bobbles. She is very proud of her quarry while Victoria was wondering where the fuck they went.

> Vic is adamant that Nibbles has a favourite TV show, and that is Watson Whore. While normally Nibbles would ignore the screen to demand affection and attention, curling into the crook of Victoria’s own curled body on the sofa, when Watson Whore is on the cat sits up and watches the screen for the entirely of the episode – meowing loudly when a particular character comes on.

[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

[eldesperadont]

you’re fancam made me fall in love and i don’t even know who he is

I suppose this is about my El Desperado fancam and even if not im still gonna use this to infodump about him! For anyone that saw him yesterday on Dynamite for the first time or whenever :D

El Desperado is one of NJPWs top Junior Heavyweight wrestlers and has held the belts for said weightclass several times now. He’s also one of their best talkers, deadass, i fell in love with this dude thanks to his amusing promos.

Some background info on him:

He trained and debuted in NJPWs dojo under his real name, Mikami Kyosuke, and spent a year on excursion, working for CMLL as a masked wrestler called Namajague. (and lost said mask in a match stipulation)

After that he debuted on NJPWs main roster as El Desperado (the first thing he did was gifting the jr champ a bouquet of black roses.) Despy started as a face but didnt have much success, ultimately turning heel and joining Suzuki Minorus group ‘Suzuki-gun’, learning their ruthless bastard ways.

Since then he's best known for his banger hatelove rivalry with Hiromu Takahashi (which is anything BUT straight, like seriously)

They have a 10+ year long history and some insane singles matches together which i can pretty much all recommend, my personal favourite is their BOSJ 27 Finals match (which i also made a video edit for here)

Other noteable things:

- he's in a great tag team with Yoshinobu Kanemaru, who he credits for a lot of his current success

- for the longest time he was our sad lil meow meow cause he would constantly joke about himself and allude to being a depressed drunk - after an injury he sustained in a match (and got a lot of unjustified backlash for) he came back more confident, calling his own shots, and its paying off! we love to see it

- he pretends that his CMLL persona Namajague is totally not him, that its a dude that lives in Mexico, and when CMLL/NJPWs crossover event comes around (which sadly didnt happen since the pandemic started) he performs as Namajague, its a lot of fun :)

- he’s a huge nerd. a dork even

[lostquinn]

Falling Stars - chapter one

Back to Hank

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

No Connor interactions just yet ;^

Summary - you return to live in Detroit after having been gone for the past ten years, finding home with a gentleman who had a big part in raising you many years ago.

I'll be releasing this slow-burn fic bi-weekly! Each chapter is very likely to me longer than the rest of my pieces so you'll have to wait a lil while for the next part! If you want to be on a tag list please let me know!!

Word count - 1328

You'd lived in Canada since you were thirteen, when your parents moved you from Detroit to Toronto for their careers. Your family had visited Hank, whi was supposedly their closest friend, a handful of times with the last time being for Coles funeral three years ago.

Scrolling through the news on your phone, you found an article on deviant androids in America. An old case from August in Detroit caught your eye and you clicked it, a handsome young man had saved a child from a deviant. The man himself was supposedly an android.

You heard your parents call you for breakfast downstairs and closed your phone, placing it down on your dresser.

For a few years now, you had resented your parents for not being around Hank after the death of his son more. Hank practically raised you till you moved away, and they hardly cared.

You smiled at the picture of you and Hank you had pinned on your corkboard as you left your bedroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen.

"Mornin' hun," your mum chimed as you entered the kitchen.

Your dad put a plate down for you at the kitchen island, piling breakfast ontop as you sat down. You were quiet for a while as you made a start on your breakfast.

"Have you two heard about the deviant cases in America?" You asked after a while. "I heard there's been some pretty bad ones in Detroit, maybe we should visit Hank,"

"Kiddo, Hank doesn't care. It's just another reason for him to hate androids." Your father responded, sipping his coffee.

"He could get hurt." You muttered. "Not that you two care,"

"We do care, he's just been a bit difficult lately-" your mother spoke softly.

"Oh since his son died and we abandoned him?"

Across the room, your father exhaled loudly. You didn't meet his gaze as you continued with your breakfast.

"Sweetie, he's a washed up drunk now. There's no helping that man," your father said sternly. "You should forget about him, he's a spiteful old bastard."

"That 'spiteful old bastard' raised me when you two chose your careers over your own child."

Your father put his mug down "if he raised you, then go live with him." He growled.

A sigh escaped your lips as you threw your cutlery down and stood, leaving the kitchen to head back to your bedroom. You slammed your foot into your dresser as you entered your room, kicking it.

You pulled your phone from your dresser and looked up the next bus to Detroit. Busbud came up saying there was one leaving at 3pm for C$30. You'd arrive at about 8pm. With pursed lips, you purchased a ticked and prayed to the gods that Hank still lived in Detroit, and that you could find him.

Pulling your suitcase and favourite rucksack from your closet, you began packing. You knew you couldn't bring everything so you packed your favourite things and clothes first, moving onto other things once you knew you had space.

You heard the front door click downstairs and your parents cars leaving for work. Your father was a Surgeon and you mother worked for a news channel.

It was a while before you had to leave for the bus, so you sat in your room, organising things for in case you were to return.

Eventually, it was time for you to leave so you shut off all the lights, threw your rucksack over your shoulder and dragged your suitcase outside. You locked the front door and began walking to the Greyhound bus station.

You soon made it to the bus station, climbing abord your bus and sitting in a seat by the window. For a while, you entertained yourself with apps and games on your phone until the battery began to drain.

----

You were shaken awake by the bus driver, it was dark outside and raining outside. Quickly, you thanked the bus driver, gathered your things and got off the bus.

The rain came down heavy, sticking your hair down and pinning it to your forehead as you walked to the police department. You figured you would ask Captain Fowler about Hank.

You spoke to the android at the front desk of the police department, swiftly heading past her into the bullpen. Soon, your eyes landed on the messy desk on the far left of the room. Hank definitely still worked here, however he was not at his desk.

"Is that- [name]-?" Someone questioned from down the hall.

You turned, your eyes landing on the man who had spoken "Captain Fowler," you smiled as you walked down the hall to him.

"How the hell have you been? What are you doing back in Detroit?" He asked. He had watch you grow up, often seeing you sitting at the desk across from Hanks as you did your homework while waiting for your parents.

"I'm good, thank you for asking. I'm here to see Hank, do you know if he's around?"

You noticed someone quirk their head towards you from across the bullpen at the mention of Hank, it was a young man. He sat at the desk opposite Hanks. Most of his dark hair was swept back, a few strands hovered over his forehead. He was the man from the news article you saw this morning. You smiled before turning your attention back to Fowler.

"He's gone home for the day I'm afraid, he still lives at his old place if you want to hunt him down," he smiled to you.

You nodded a thank you, hugging him gently before heading back out of the police department into the rain.

Puddles splashed under your feet as you walked down the street towards Hanks home. You thought back to all the times you'd walked this route with Hank, on the days where your parents were working late or had forgotten to pick you up.

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It was nearly 10pm when you arrived at Hanks front door, the lights were still on inside and you saw Sumo in the window. You tapped your knuckles against the door, knocking until Hank opened the door.

"Fuck yourself Con-" Hank started as he opened the door, stopping as he saw you. "[Name]?"

"Hey Hank, do you mind if I crash here for a bit?"

"Not at all kiddo, always a pleasure to have you around. It's just been a while,"

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry,"

"Ehhh, don't worry about it. Come on in," he shrugged moving out the way so you could enter his home.

You shuffled inside and Hank closed the door behind you. He gave you a look up and down before speaking.

"You look so grown up, nothing like the kid I helped look after," he half smiled.

"You look old," you grinned.

Hank shook his head and lead you to his spare room, telling you that you could stay there for a while.

You leant your suitcase against a wall and dropped your rucksack, glad to finally be rid of the weight. Your shoulders were burning from the weight of the bag and a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up, your back cracking quietly.

"I've missed you Hank," you smiled at him.

"I've missed you too kiddo,"

"You were like a dad to me," you muttered.

"And yet I still don't get a hug," he joked.

You moved towards him, pulling he older gentleman into a hug. He reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms around you. Your face pressed against his chest, the smell of cigarettes and whiskey burning at your nose. You didn't specifically care, you felt like you were home.

Hank felt like home, he always kept you safe when you were younger and you had no doubt he would continue to do that.

Eventually, he left to go to bed and you got changed into your pajamas. You slipped into bed and soon drifted to sleep. Finally, you were home.

@alondrashultz

[otrtbs]

dearest nat (probable art heist, baby! spoilers)

god, i’ve been ugly crying from the moment i pulled up the art heist, baby! tab. i would like it to me noted, that i am not a crier, i haven’t cried in well over a year, so the fact that your book made me emotional enough to cry is stunning.

i knew it was coming, i had asked and read the spoiler and everything and oh god, it still fucking wrecked me. god, by the end of the chapter, i genuinely could not see through the tears.

i have “the heart of the lion” tattooed on me, just above my heart, because regulus black is a very big part of my life. and to see him the way you described? absolutely shattered my heart.

i didn’t even bother with wiping my tears until i was completely finished with the book, because i knew that there would be more to come.

the whole thing was fucking beautiful (and to anyone who says that they didn’t enjoy the last chapters, i will ruin you). “healing wasn’t linear” ?? i think everytime that i read that, i cried just a little bit harder.

it’s strange, now that art heist, baby! is complete. it’s like a little piece of my soul is missing. so i guess we best say goodbye to them all:

to the lovely james and regulus, i hope you will always find each other. in every universe, no matter what.

to the sweetest lovers, marlene and dorcas: i hope italy is everything you wish for, and more. your wedding was beautiful and i’m so happy that regulus was there to see it.

to remus and sirius: healing isn’t linear, it’s going to take time. it’s going to take time, but you will be okay. and even if you’re not, you have one and other to turn to. no matter what. in every life time.

to my darling peter: it wasn’t your fault, my love. it never was, please do not blame yourself. and please reach out to james, he doesn’t blame you. he never did.

to the lovely mary and lily: i hope you two are happy for as long as you shall live. i hope your paintings sell well, and you fall in love and that you’re happy, above all else.

to my favourite boys, barty and evan: married. you got fucking married and didn’t tell anyone? you bloody bastards. i hope it was amazing and you got drunk as shit afterwards and made love everywhere and did a million different things that would have made regulus proud. (barty, my love, don’t you dare ever stop screaming at the fucking sky)

now to you, nat. thank you, truly. from the bottom of my fucking heart. thank you for writing art heist, baby! it was an experience that i have loved so so much. it’s such a beautiful fucking story and it deserves to be read by millions. i hope you know just how much you’re appreciated for writing it.

there was parts of the story, when i would be sobbing and just suddenly go, “oh nat, baby.” and then cry harder. i hope you know that you and writing as impacted so many people (in the best fucking way) and you’re an amazing writer. please never stop writing, i don’t think there’s anything you could ever write that i wouldn’t immediately fall in love with.

i believe that is all for now. i cannot wait to print this out and hold it as an actual book.

with love, as always,

emma

❗️SPOILERS❗️

EMMA WONDERFUL WONDERFUL EMMA <33

you cried?? ahh also the heart of the lion please thats so gorgeous :,) im sure it's such a lovely tattoo

HEALING ISN'T LINEAR and it's so important to me that everyone knows that and is kind to themselves BE KIND TO YOURSELVES PEOPLE healing takes time, just because it isn't linear doesn't mean you aren't making progress this goes for anything in life not just for dealing w death!! just a lil psa

james and reg do find each other in every universe in my mind, marlene and dorcas live very long, very happy lives with each other. there were never two people more perfect for each other than remus and sirius, i stand by that, and they just fit together like two puzzle pieces. and mary and lily carry out all their dreams! lily got her rubens icon that she is!! BARTY AND EVAN ARE MARRIED. THEY ARE HAPPY. THEY HAVE A FREAKING COOL HOUSE IN VEGAS AND LIVE THEIR BEST LIVES.

peter!!!!!!! peter is someone i want to talk about (again making a brief reference to canon here when peter is withdrawn from the group) grief comes in so many forms, and it looks entirely different based on who you are. for peter, grief made him isolate, it made him pull away. he dealt with it by trying to remove himself from that part of his life as much as possible. he couldn't be reminded of it. and i think his guilt compacted that a lot as well. which is why he didn't lean on his friends for support but he leaned away from them. it was never his fault and when we get james and sirius' POV we see that they blame themselves to an extent but never peter :(

i cannot thank you enough for being so kind to me, and so unbelievably supportive of my fic and of me :,) it has been such a joy to read your comments and to hear your thoughts and i am so so grateful for you !! <33 if/when you print ahb! pls send me pictures i beg haha <33 thank you again, i absolutely adore you!! <33

[deadrlngers]

💐 🌱 🌪️ for ves and 💌 🌈 🌠 for nix? :3

aughhh my two most precious baybays,,thank you so much dee <33

oc asks

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

viola - for the color mainly, the name means purple too in italian and she’s my purble baby so yea <3 bluestar - they symbolize determination, endurance, and strength. these are all qualities she has and that i admire! chrysanthemum - white ones are a symbol for grief, my wish for her to understand that instead of hiding grief and pain she should let herself experience those feelings more freely. she doesn’t need to be strong all the time dahlia - i just think she would really like those flowers <3

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

a lil depressing but it’s her parents fighting. she can replay some of the shouting and insults in her mind if she thinks about them, her dad crashed on the couch nearly black out drunk and beaten up and her mom shouting and shouting at him. she can remember her father’s tears too 

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

i must say many of my initial thoughts on vesper sticked. appearance wise, she had gold vamp teeth lmao but when i had the chance to make this in game i just,,didn’t click anymore. i think her personality nearly stayed the same, i made her less “grumpy” in the end maybe, she was supposed to be a lot more unfriendly which is somthing that still sticks..sometimes. she’s that kind of hard shell-soft inside type of person. also biggest change is that she wasn’t supposed to be back with fenix hskdjfhskj but that literally got out of control and they naturally attracted each other back into one place, i was powerless <3

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

he doesn’t strike me as the love letter kind of type, i guess if he would receive one he would laugh about it a bit but end up being very touched though. he would write little notes and leave them around the house probably, nothing outright sweet and lovely because he would cringe while writing them, he would go for something more cheeky and funny. something like “don’t miss me too much while i’m gone, i’ll be back very soon and (joke about either sex or...yea any kind of physical touch tbh or somthing dumb as usual)”. he prefers to be romantic when in front of vesper, a sappy note would be written proof he’s a softy, that would break his image skdjfk

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

live, laugh, kill ur brother. okay no, but probably if he could go back in time he would do something more about him, or maybe something less so he wouldn’t end up having to kill his parents with tancred and losing his fingers for said bastard. also he would probably tell his younger self to be less of a piece of shit because that will end up getting worse and worse with time and he could’ve avoided maaaany tricky situations if he wasn’t such an asshole sometimes (i love him)

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

he would turn back time and never hurt and leave vesper like he did. he’s a bit tormented by the thought of all the time he lost with her and the pain he caused to her and himself for stupid fears (u can’t control them king,,it’s okay. but i’m also punching him). he doesn’t like the idea of have made suffer someone so dear to him. also, he’s not admiting this at all but maybe he would wish for a normal family, like...how would it feel to have a family that loves you and so on so forth. maybe he would wish to have ephraim back, be part of his life again, have more time with him, never leave him as he did...it all comes back to time and leaving huh..inchresting mr fenix, tell me more

[monsoonblooms12]

Detectives By Chance: Chapter 7- Hide & Seek

Summary of the Series: It was supposed to be a usual weekend for the four. Coffee, fun, friends and love. But an unexpected case changed their lives in a way they had never imagined. A mystery - a murder - many secrets… Will Ethan, Pooja, Alexandra and Mark, be able to survive? Or will the circumstances twist and break their lives forever?

A/N: Okay, let me get this straight. This is ALL Action and Miles being evil. The most happening chapter of the series, and my favourite chapter because it brings out that fighter inside Pooja. Also, a lil bittersweet moment because only 2 chapters are left, and then we are done. (And I am using my Wattpad cover for this chapter because A. I like it! and B. It gives me the dark feels that embody this chapter) Anyway, hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I wrote it!💛

If you enjoy the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going💕

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Dr Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: about 4.3K

Rating: Teen

Triggers: Curse Words, Mentions of blood, murder Gun Violence

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters. I only own the OCs and my MC.

Prompt:- @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 14: Now or Never

CATCH UP HERE: Previous Chapter I Complete Series

It took all of her self-control as she prevented herself from throwing away her phone and breaking it into a thousand pieces.

Only the thought, the hope of a chance to save her Ethan, to save Mark and Alex, who were like family to her kept her going.

It was A Now or Never Moment for her.

Seconds later, Pooja's phone tinged. The screen lit up. She unlocked it to see the address that glared from her screen towards her. The address that hid all secrets and all proofs. The address which held the love of her life in who knows what condition.

She got into the car, entered the address on GPS and drove as fast as her driving skills allowed. Her mouth turned dry, face pale, beads of sweat on her forehead, her mind whirling through numerous unpleasant thoughts and a lingering doubt,

Will she be able to save them?

After what felt like a lifetime to her, Pooja arrived at her destination. A mid-sized mansion stood tall amid a deserted locality. The place was so muted, that the silence seemed to make voices. The winds gushed, chilling her bones. She stood in front of the black wood door. The silver handle's shine was unsolicited for her eyes. She took a deep breath.

Do this, for them. They are your family.

The thought repeated in her mind like verses of an orison. She let the ire, the woe to flood her soul and with fortitude and balance, she pushed the door.

He had kept it open.

The door clicked in place as she entered the devil's edifice. The interior was tenebrous, the conspiracy of silence etched deep in every wood and every wall.

"You are here"

The sudden sound caused Pooja to quail. The words resounded throughout the mansion, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. The sweat on her body contrasted with the rigour of the air.

There was no doubt in her mind. Her caller was here.

Miles Danvers was here.

But... She Looked Around. Where is He? She looked around, maybe it was a mirage. She looked everywhere but there was no sign of him.

"Don't try, You won't be able to see me." The ominous voice struck again.

Another chill ran down her spine. The thought of Ethan being unaccompanied in the devil's edifice with the devil himself was unbearable.

Will I be able to do this?

"Awww, Tsk, Tsk, is little blossom scared? Did I give her a heart attack?" Miles spoke mockingly.

That was the last straw. She would never give him the satisfaction of having scared her. With as much courage she could muster she yelled,

"AHHHH! You ruthless, sinister, cruel, heartless, disgusting monster. What the freaking hell do you want? Why the hell are you doing this? You are a goddamn monster, you are a freaking BASTARD."

She stopped for a breath.

"Not only that, you are a coward. You are a goddamn fucking coward. You don't dare to face the consequences of your actions. Hell, you don't even dare to come out and face me. If you had the courage, you wouldn't do what you have done. Now come out, you ruthless bastard. Get the hell out and come and face me." Pooja screamed hysterically.

"What will you get by yelling at me, hmm? Will Mark and Alexandra be out of jail? Or will you find Ramsey? Which one, huh?"

"You're the one who is responsible for all of this. You disg-"

"Do you want to save them?"

She felt as if her heart had stopped. Her mind pondering with hundreds of thoughts, doubts, yet she waited with batted breath for him to continue.

"Le silence signifie le consentement."

"J'accepte" Pooja muttered. Bloody Show Off

"Hmm. Three Clues, Three tips, Three keys. Three is your lucky number, isn't it? So let's put your luck to test and see if your lucky number is lucky enough to save your dear ones" Miles challenged her with a mock that boiled her blood. Seeing her helpless was utter humour for his soul and he was cackling in joy.

She shouted, hurled abuses, banged her fists, but there was no answer, no reply other than "You are running out of time... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...."

Her legs were giving out, she felt herself losing her balance, her steadiness. A chance, wasn't that all you needed? She heard her alter ego questioned her.

So good friends, like family, huh? Is this what you do for family, fall and bow to danger without putting up a fight? Is this what you did, when you fought for your mother, give up just like that?

Her sane mind was questioning her. No. She didn't give up then, She will not give up now. Maybe she will never make it out of here, maybe nor will they. But it was better to die fighting for them, than dying without even trying, striving for them.

"Miles", her steady voice, with power and courage, surprised him for a moment, but he wasn't shocked. This was Pooja Sharma after all. One who always stood for the right, even if it would make her lose her dreams.

"I am ready. And I hope you are too."

"Are you sure? This game can take that breath from you."

"Until it does, I will fight. For them"

A part of his mind already knew that she would win. But for his ego, accepting defeat was never an option.

"Fight all you want to. But winning is not an option for you."

"Time shall tell the answer"

"Alright, Two rooms to the left, and your search beginsss."

She ran. The worn-out door refused to give way to her. She pushed, but her strength was not enough. If only you had drunk that milk your mom gave you. Her mind swirled to the thoughts of her mother and she had to give a jerk to come back to the present.

"Seven minutes up already, and you're still stuck at the door. How sad!"

Cursing him under her breath, she upped her power and got ready to give a push just as,

Her fingertips felt a carving on the door. She had been praised for her impeccable sense of touch, but she never knew that it would come in handy in a dire situation one day.

Her mind, her heart, indicated that this was the clue, and she slowly, gently, moved her palm on the door. She got a slight trail of the carving and followed it further a few times. It took her about a minute to comprehend what it was.

A word. TIME. She was looking for something to do with time. But what? The place was so quiet that one would hear the ticking. But she didn't. Although auditory skills were never her strong point after she had a blockage in her left ear and had to go through five doctor visits to clear it, she was sure that there was no analogue clock around her. Her brain cells were running haywire when her shoes rubbed the floor. Sand had been spread around. Consciously.

Because on her trail from the main entrance to the door she was standing in front of right now, she was sure she hadn't felt sand anywhere other than this specific space. This was an indication, It had to be.

Time and Sand, Time and Sand, where do we find time and sand together. Time and sand... Her mind rushed frantically through a dozen options, none fitting the criteria, while Miles smirked at her foolishness.

And then, Oh shit, HOURGLASS! She practically jumped and nearly fell, as she comprehended the answer. With the newfound energy, she pushed the door, and it opened with a BANG! Her hand went to her pocket and she almost shrieked as she felt her phone, about which she had completely forgotten the moment she set her step in here. Taking it out and switching on the flashlight, she trailed into the room. Looking around and tripping on a dozen articles, she finally located the semi-broken hourglass. She held it under the flashlight and the words, upstairs, three rooms right, written in red, came to sight.

She glanced around the room once more, to make sure that there was nothing she was leaving out.

Her eyes stopped their search as her eyes fell on the five drawers of the broken cupboard on which the hourglass was kept. Only one of the drawers was in place, and that made it seem out of place in midst of all the chaos. She pulled at it, Once, Twice, Thrice, before it gave way. A blue file lay inside it. She picked it up, hoping to find some useful information and rushed on to the next step of her search.

On the other side, a corner of Miles's mind was terrified and nagged him to do something before it was too late, and he became the loser of his own game. But he just sat there, not moving an inch, as he watched Pooja running towards her next destination.

The next door, to her surprise, was pretty sturdy and opened easily. No catch this time? Unbelievable. As far as she had come to know Miles Danvers, setting up clues right in front of her eye was a far-fetched possibility.

She double-checked the exterior. Nah, nothing here, she was sure of it. Her silent steps fell on the hardwood floor as she looked around in the room for the clue. Her mind got distracted and worry came flooding back. Will she be able to save them? Was she even going to make out of her alive?

Suddenly, her foot struck something and,

"Twoooo Roooomsss Toooo Theee Rightttt..."

The Echo and her Shriek came almost simultaneously. And with the two sounds, mixed the third one of a cackle, from Miles.

The sudden rush of Adrenaline left her panting.

After a few minutes wasted in overcoming it, she kicked the weird machine once more. The Echo came again, this time clearer than the first one. But since, she didn't trust her ears, or maybe it was just her anger speaking, she kicked it once more.

Two rooms to the right was her next destination. She moved towards the exit, having checked the surroundings already and no clue found.

A few footsteps outside the room later, a thought struck her. She rushed back to the previous room, and using her flashlight, picked up the echo machine and checked it thoroughly.

And right her intuition was! A piece of paper stuck between the lined back. She took it out and unfolded it. It was a code.

M14-6D9

She looked around. There had to be something that opened with the code.

Wow! Such thorough checking! She rolled her eyes, berating her self.

And as she did so, her mind went back to every time Lex had called her the living image of the 🙄 emoji.

A light, sorrowful chuckle escaped her, along with a lone tear.

She let it drop and moved on to complete the mission she had partaken in.

She searched, and Nah, Nothing at all. Pooja doubtfully looked around. Was she missing out on something, or was it just another one of Miles' Red Herrings to mislead her?

Five seconds and temporarily deciding on the second option, she went out to the next room and thought of coming back to this later.

Pooja went to grab the surprisingly well-kept handle, and in a reflex pulled it back. The handle was abnormally hot. It felt out of nowhere. No fire, no nothing, how the hell was the door handle so freaking hot?!

Of Course, she couldn't twist and turn a burning hot doorknob and harm her chances of success. So, she decided on other ways of opening the door. She kicked, pushed, forced it with the tad bit of strength left in her, but the door didn't even budge a single inch.

Her ankle sprained with the forceful kicking, she sat down. Tears rolled down her eyes, but she couldn't decide why.

The pain in her ankle, the fear of failing or a mix of both?

But obviously, No pain greater than letting down those whom you love.

She couldn't comprehend the time she was losing as she sat there, crying silently. She slowly started to rise, but couldn't bother to wipe her tears. Wasn't this what Miles Danvers wanted to see? She let him enjoy his short-lived victory.

Forgetting that the doorknob was hot as hell, she held it, and before she could withdraw her hand, her eyes fell on a cuboidal machine stuck just below the spherical structure.

This time, she did wipe the water from her glassy eyes, to get a better look.

Pooja switched on the flashlight and looked closely at it. So this was the mini devil burning her palm. After a few minutes of scrutinizing the black box closely, her eyes caught a red button on the downside of it. She went on to switch it off, and as soon as she did, the faint, almost inaudible buzz coming from it stopped.

The devil had been silenced.

But she knew that it would take time for the knob to cool down. She searched her jean pockets, and luckily her baby blue handkerchief with a neat P Alekhya has sewn on it was there to save the day.

She folded the kerchief in half and with it tried twisting the knob. A Few failed attempts later, she slowly opened the door.

But as soon as the light fell inside the room, her phone and kerchief, both fell on the floor.

The floor swayed under her feet. In front of her on a one-arm broken couch, lay Ethan.

Her Ethan.

The only light-emitting source of the room now lay covered on the floor, preventing her from taking a better look. And she was shaken to the core by the way events unfolded, layer by layer, that there was nothing to say at all.

Her brain froze, all ideas drowning down the drain, her confidence uprooted by the pain she felt seeing her love like that. A Thousand thoughts spiralling in her mind, but she pushed them aside. Her knee bruised by the fall, her feet wobbled as she tried to get up. Garnering strength on an empty stomach & little sleep was becoming increasingly difficult for her, but she needed to go on.

Giving up was never an option

She got up and decided to look around for a way out of the musty building with Ethan, all while hiding from Miles' eyes. Because he had been keeping an eye on her.

Picking up her phone, she directed the light around the room. Raggedy and Unclean, her fingers clenched around her phone as she felt fury fill in her veins. If she didn't have morals, she would have killed Miles herself at that very instant.

There were no cupboards or drawers anywhere around the room. She strolled around with careful steps and heard dry leaves and glass crunching underneath her foot. Pooja looked at the floor, and seeing its condition, didn't hope to find anything helpful.

That's when her eyes fell on a piece of paper. She picked the dust-coated sheet which had become brown from its originally white colour. She tried opening it up using a single hand but ended up tearing it a bit. Pocketing her phone, she opened the sheet up gently and then took the phone out again. Flashing the light, she slowly went through the contents.

It was a map of the building, and she had never felt as grateful as she did at the moment.

She studied it closely, carefully and located a narrow stairway at the corner of the first floor, i.e. the floor she was on, that would lead her out of the building without having to use the main entrance.

She needed to take E out of here, at any cost. But how in God's name was she going to carry her Dr Giraffe alone, all while making sure Miles didn't have suspicions?

She made his unconscious body sit upright as the couch creaked. This broken shit isn't going to last much longer, she thought to herself. She couldn't take any chances of getting caught. Whatever you have to do, do it quick.

She bent and locked his arms around her neck. Then, she stood up slowly and an Uff! escaped her mouth. Wish I had paid attention to the weight lifting lessons.

Pooja lifted him off the sofa and enclosed his long, really long legs, around her waist. And as she started to walk, she stumbled back and forth, and almost fell, as she gained a stable posture. She slowly got out, making sure her shoes don't prompt the creaky floorboards to begin a musical. She scooted to the farthest edge of the floor and walked quickly to reach the darkest corner.

A walk of a lifetime and approaching the darkness, her eyes struggled to make out the door for the staircase. She trusted her intuition and slowly, very carefully, placed a foot in front of the other, as she made her way down. She worried that E might get hurt, and she would hate herself for the rest of her years if that happened.

The grey light at the end of the staircase was a ray of hope for her. She thanked her past self for parking the car closer to this side of the building as she hurried to place Ethan there. She felt her pockets and found the key faster than her expectation. She opened the passenger seat and placed E down on the floor because as much as she hated it, she couldn't take chances with Miles locating him in the car in case he came for a lookout.

Phew! She was relieved that whether or not she makes it out of the mess she had got tangled in, her love will be safe. Locking him safely in, she rushed back to the mansion.

On her way back, she rushed a bit too much, all while forgetting to switch on her flashlight. She tripped badly on the stairs and fell facedown. When she got up, the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. She felt a blank space in her mouth. She had lost a tooth.

She made her way back and expressed her gratitude to God for letting her make this trip safely. She remembered to shut the door behind as she left and made her quickly to the room where Ethan was held captive. A mistake she had noticed the time she looked at the map was that she had entered the wrong room.

And it was a four-leafed clover for her.

She closed the door of the forbidden room just as her ears pricked up. Tips & Taps of someone's footsteps made her heartbeat rush as she quickly moved to the actual room she was supposed to be searching.

"Hmmm" Miles arrived behind her, hands in pocket. The room in front of her didn't have a door.

"So are you planning to spend the rest of your life chillin' here? That'll be a wonderful plan!" He mocked her and the list of the number of times Poo had wanted to punch him had just become longer.

"What the fuck do you want?" She hissed.

A lopsided grin told her that he was having the best time of his life tormenting her.

"No, I just wanted to check if you will ever make out of here or not."

"And what conclusion did you arrive at?" She mocked curiosity.

"I think- No, scratch that. I am sure, that this" He gestured around him, "is your Final Destination"

His grim laughter filled the place as he went around, checking his surroundings, especially the forbidden room.

Poo had smartly switched on the Make-Hot machine to avoid any suspicions. Seeing, rather, feeling that the door handle was perfectly hot as hell, he returned, and she let out the sigh of utmost relief.

Her heart was filled with gratitude as she thanked God, over and over again, as things turned out in her favour in a place where she had no resource & no help. Although she still felt as if she had been left on the battlefield without preparation or weapons, she used her skills to pave her way safely.

The last room, surprisingly well-kept, lay open before her. Please let me pass this last one, she let out a silent prayer and went in.

Flashlight on, she looked around. This time it was only evidence and no clues and keeping that in mind she carried on her search. A bed lay at the centre of the room. All around were shelves and cupboards which had been kept to mislead her and make her waste her time. A 40% charge in her phone and the clock telling her that she had only 20 minutes left to get out safely, she hurried away.

Quickly opening one drawer and then the other, disappointment flooded her as she failed to locate any file, folder, hell, even a piece of paper.

At last, all drawers, cupboards done and nothing there at all. She felt let down, her heart palpitated. She sat down on the bed and as she placed her hand, heard the very soft scrunch of paper. The stillness of the surroundings was the reason why she could hear it.

She quickened her actions and lifted all the goddamn blankets, to reveal a bunch of paper, half folded, half-torn. She gathered them all. Suddenly she felt something stuck behind one of the sheets. Turning it revealed a USB drive.

Fuck, this was her gold!

She rushed out, picking the papers and the blue file she had collected from the first room. She remembered to check back the second one and the M something code. When she tried to reopen the door, however, she failed. All her trials went in vain. Unlike last time, the door didn't even budge this time.

And then, the entire manor shook as the roar of a bullet echoed all around her. It had been shot just next to her foot, and she stood frozen at her place. She slowly turned around, and saw Miles, with the evil expression on his face appearing to shine in dim light, standing there with a gun.

Slowly, Stuttering, Pooja asked, "What, what, t-the h, hell do you think you are, are doing?"

"I said I will give you the clues, I never said I will let you get away with them. Why would I invite my danger, when putting you to the deathbed would be much, much, easier?" Miles Danvers hissed.

"You want to do a second murder, lose the chance to save your brother forever?"

At the mention of Mark, Miles did fall a little weak, but that passed in a heartbeat.

"Girl, if I really cared about him, I would have never plotted against him in the first place. Bringing you here, was just a ploy, a mask, so that I can finish all four of you and live my life in peace."

He moved forward, one step and the next, as Pooja tried to run. He held her hand with a bone-crushing grip and twisted her hand to her back and held the gun to her cheek. She tried to free herself as she cried out in pain. Her eyes widened as the cold metal touched her skin.

She had really walked into hell at her own will.

Pooja knew her twisting and turning will not be able to help her a bit. So she tried to remember the self-defence techniques she had learnt in her teens and using her foot, kicked him hard in the groin.

He groaned in pain and his attention shifted. Pooja taking the chance, ran swiftly down the stairs, only to slip down the stairs and land on the ground floor. She incurred painful injuries and couldn't move for a good minute.

Even as she mustered the courage to sit up, her body ached in extreme pain. She must've sprained something real bad. Miles was still withering in pain, and she took the chance to get up and slowly move towards the exit.

She dragged her foot and muttered to herself,

Just one more step, just one more.

This rhyme gave her the strength as she almost made it to the door and then

AAH!

Blood splattered on the ground as the bullet pierced through her left hand, and she held the door to support herself. Tears rushed out of her eyes as Pooja screamed in pain.

At least it was her hand and not her mind that had been hurt. Even in pain, she acted smart. Throwing away the files that she held in her right hand outside, she took out the pepper spray that she always had in her pocket and sprayed a good bit of it at the approaching Miles.

It was her black, powdered dynamite, her most powerful weapon.

Coughing, Sneezing, Stumbling, Miles let out cries of help and the gun was very soon forgotten.

Smirking through her tears, Pooja chanted, It's the end Miles, It's the end.

Getting out of there, She shut off the main entrance door on his face and collected all the papers with her non-injured hand. Dragging her foot slowly, she escaped, pride and contentment filled in her heart.

Whatever she did, whatever pain she received, all paled as she bathed in the joy of the possibility of finally being able to rescue her people, her persons.

She did it, for her family...

You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

PS: I would have killed Miles myself if given the chance😡 Also sorry for this dark, twisty tale after my birthday. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this mess and here's to hoping that you have a wonderful day ahead🧡! Love You!

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[me-and-your-husband]

halloween scare || r. drysdale

Summary: Ransom takes you to a ‘Haunted House’ on Halloween night. 

Warnings: mentions of sex, dirty talk, and a lot of swearing, but a lot of fluff too.

Word Count: 1.2k

I used two Halloween prompts for this fic;

“There’s a reason why sensible people don’t go into haunted houses, this is it.”

“You’re about as scary as a kitten, kitten.”

I did not make up these prompts!

A/N: here’s a lil something to make up for my inactivity these past weeks, and also because Halloween is my favourite time of the year.

            Walking down the sidewalk that stretched out the distance between mine and Ransom’s house to whoever’s house we had just left, Ransom swung our hands back and forth as they interlaced. His other hand was stuffed in his lab coat. He was dressed as a doctor for Halloween, and I a nurse. Not the typical nurse costume, it was way more modest, just a pair of scrubs and a stethoscope. We were talking about all the sticky drunk people making out in every corner of every room, eliciting laughs and groans of disgust from each other.

“Yuck. I don’t understand why people need to showcase their tongues down other peoples’ throats. It’s doing nothing beneficial for anyone else, unless they get off on that shit,” he ranted. A soft chuckle escaped from my lips, and my hand left his so both could come up to wrap them around myself. I should have thought ahead and brought a jacket; the chilly late October breeze was unrelenting.

Ransom had noticed my chilled state, and without even a second of hesitation, removed his lab coat and opened it behind me so I could put my arms through. I thanked him, so which he returned by planting chaste kiss to my forehead, returning his hand to mine.

Occasionally, we passed kids, usually the older ones, who were still trick-or-treating.

“You know, I never went trick-or-treating as a kid,” Ransom stated abruptly, his stare kept on the ground. I turned my head to face him. “What do you mean?” I questioned gently. He drew in a sharp breath, huffing it out, creating a cloud in the air.

“My parents never had time to take me, and by the time I was old enough to go by myself I was already in a billion different clubs, classes and extra-curriculars to even care about Halloween.” He gave me a sad smile. “It’s something I’ve wanted since I was old enough to feel unloved; to have kids of my own one day, to have them know their loved and not have to question it.” He was looking back at the ground now. I stopped on the sidewalk, turning to face him. I pulled him back by the had to face me.

“When we have kids, we’ll take them trick-or-treating together every Halloween. We’ll carve insanely horrible jack-o-lanterns, and then stuff ourselves with candy corn while the kids are asleep. But as for tonight, I’ve got other plans.” I said, bringing him in to a slow kiss, my hands pulling gently on his hair. I pulled away, and without shame, whispered the most dirty, sinful things into his ear, biting his earlobe softly.

“Mmm, that sounds nice…” he said back, in a soothing tone. “But I’ve got a surprise for you first.”

He grabbed my hand and led me through twists and turns, the streets slowly turned into ones I didn’t recognize. His pace quickened as we neared our destination, and he abruptly stopped when we were standing in front of an old house, the only one on the street.

It was fully dark, and the house was surrounded by trees leading into the forest behind the house. The shudders on the windows were broken and mangled, the brown siding falling off. Thick fog surrounded the steps, and a mangy looking cat walked across the porch railing. The full moon cast a glow on Ransom’s sharp features, and I gave him a blank look. The grin on his face spread into a devilish smirk, inferencing the mischief to come.

“Ransom, what-“

“Shhh, pretty girl,” he said, pressing a finger against my lips. He grabbed my hands and led me towards the door of the house. I watched as the door slowly creaked open, then shut abruptly with a slam. More fog poured out of the house.

“There’s a reason why sensible people don’t go into haunted houses, and this is it,” I argued, trying to tug his hand, but it was no use. He just let out a laugh and continued on up the steps. When we reached the door, he cautiously grabbed then door knocker and banged it against the oak four times. Holding my breath, I squeezed Ransom’s hand.

“Relax, pretty girl, there’s no such thing as monsters-“

Four hands with long, slender fingers suddenly reached out of the door. Three grabbed Ransom, and one covered his mouth. He was pulled into the house, and the door shut again. A blood-curdling scream left my throat, but it died in my throat when I whipped around, to see a man dressed in all black, aside from the Jason mask, walking towards me while dragging a baseball bat on the ground. I was caught between running or hiding, and my body took over and I started pounding my fists on the door.

“Let me in! Please help me!” I bellowed.

The door swung open, and I fell forwards as my weight was leaning on it. I crawled backwards, and the door shut in front of the man with a bat, just as he was going to come inside. I was left in total darkness. I scrambled to my feet, wiping my hands on my scrubs. My heavy breathing was all I could hear.

I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket, and pressed the on button continuously, but it was dead. Great, just my luck.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, my breath still heavy in my chest. I squinted my eyes to try to see something, anything, but it did nothing for my current visual impairment. Suddenly, a warm breath fell to the back of my neck, and rough hands crept up my sides. I was frozen, I couldn’t even tremble.

“Gladly,” said a voice I could have known, but it hadn’t registered in the fear of it all. My mouth opened to scream, but a hand left my side and covered my mouth. The lights abruptly turned on, and I opened my eyes.

I heard boisterous, wheezing laughter to the left of me, and looked over. There, Meg and Marta stood clutching their stomachs with grisly gloves on their hands. Directly behind me, Ransom was laughing into my shoulder, uncontained. I spun around and punched him hard in the arm. He winced and rubbed his shoulder.

“You asshole! What the actual fuck!” I yelled out profanities, walking forward, backing him up against a wall.

“You know I scare easily! What in the hell was that for? And you even got them in on it!” I said pointing to the pair, still hunched over with tears in their eyes.

“Baby, baby I’m sorry! It was just so funny and-“He rubbed his other arm after I punched it.

“You better be fucking ready, because I’m going to torture the shit out of you, until you’re screaming for me to stop instead of screaming for me to keep going,” I said, just above a whisper so Meg and Marta couldn’t hear.

He smirked at me. The bastard smirked. “You’re about as scary as a kitten, kitten.”

He’s an asshole, but he’s totally “whipped” for me, as our friends say, and I love him.

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[gingerwritess]

Maaaan today sucked. Any chance you could give us a lil snippet of something with the lokster? Hope your day went better than mine!

Loki is a slightly awkward dancer—that is, when it comes to anything more casual than waltzing or more appropriate than dances having to do with *cough* below the waist.

He knows it, too, you’ve poked plenty of adoring fun at him when you were dating and he’d make the mistake of wiggling a little to the song playing over the loudspeakers.

Okay, it’s cute.

And honestly, not completely hopeless. His moves are a tiny bit…dad-like, with the snapping and head bopping, but it’s really, really cute when his hips start moving and he closes his eyes and hums a little bit—

God, he’s just vacuuming, that shouldn’t be so adorable.

Normally Loki doesn’t dance like this unless he’s drunk or you’ve given him some kind of incentive to attend a social event, but you just walked in the door.

That means Loki’s been home alone, for the two hours-ish you had to work overtime.

And apparently he got a hold of your Spotify account, because here’s your husband, vacuuming the living room, singing along to Safety Dance as he sways around the couch.

First of all, he’s cleaning, while you weren’t even here to “reward him,” and second of all…

“Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance, well, they are no friends of mine—”

Oh my god.

This makes everything better. All that overtime, missed appointments, and angry reps were worth it, getting to come home to find your mean ol’ godly hubby singing along to 80’s music and dancing like—like that.

He pops a hip as the beat hits and you nearly lose it, clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your snort.

“—and we can act like we come from out of this world and leave the real one far behind…”

This is unbearable.

Without a second thought, you dump your bags on the floor and run into the room, smacking his cute butt on the way and grabbing him around the waist, jumping right into the song with him.

Loki practically screeches in shock, turning bright pink at being caught, but you just grab his face and kiss him nice ‘n hard.

“We can dance, we can dance,” you giggle into his lips, dancing a little as you kick off your shoes. “Everything’s out of control—”

“Welcome home,” Loki laughs, quickly regaining his balance and taking your hands in his to sway side to side with you, leaning in to kiss you again. “I’ll be speaking to Stark for making you stay so late, that bastard—”

Your finger smushes up against his lips. “Shh. It wasn’t his fault, just forget it. This is a much needed distraction.”

“Are you sure, my love?”

Another chorus of safety dances blares up again and you can’t help but giggle; smiling feels so wonderful after a day like today.

“I could easily provide a slightly more thorough distraction,” Loki continues, spinning you under his arm and quickly twisting you back out. “It’d be my pleasure—yours, actually—”

“Oh, shut it,” you laugh, breathlessly jumping away from him, arms out as you twirl. “I haven’t heard this song in years, keep it in your pants and let’s do something with our clothes on, for once.”

“To be completely honest…” Loki grins and pushes the vacuum out of the way, jumping onto the couch and holding out a hand to you. “I might be glad you said that.”

“But you’re the one who suggested the other thing—”

“It’s my first instinct,” he chirps, helping you onto the couch. “Have you seen yourself? You can’t blame me, it’s just natural.”

“You’re so stupid. I love you.”

Why you’re jumping on the couch, I don’t think Odin could even answer, but Loki had the right idea—this is nice.

Weirdly childish, but it’s your couch, in your house, your dinner you’re now putting off, your time you’re wasting.

Reality can go suck it; you’re going to ignore its existence for a while longer.

You jump a little higher, grabbing Loki’s hands and syncing up with him as you start singing at the top of your lungs again.

The song changed and now Loki’s laughing, hair whipping around him as he scrunches his eyes closed, bites his lip and shakes his head around—another excuse for a dorky dance move.

“Did you know this might be my favourite Midgardian song?”

“Hm?” You jump closer. “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic? I thought you didn’t like 80’s!”

“I never said that,” Loki gasps, long fingers pressing to his chest. “I happen to enjoy music of all decades, and this song especially.”

“You liar,” you giggle and poke him in the gut just to see him flinch when it tickles. “You told me you hated my ‘Midgardian noise,’ and it really offended me for a couple days—”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs. “This song makes me think of you, and no, I’m not just trying to flatter you.”

“Mhm.”

A glint in his eye, he lurches forward to grab you around the waist and spin you around, ignoring your shrieks of laughter and plopping you down on the other side of the couch.

“Every little thing she does is magic,” he decides to nearly shout along with the music, “everything she does just turns me on—”

“Even though my life before was tragic,” you jump in, breathlessly scrambling back to your feet and bouncing around him.

Loki grabs your face between his hands and smashes his lips to yours. “Now I know my love for her goes on…”

“You’re such a flirt,” you grumble, leaning all your weight into him as he kisses you with grinning lips.

Going, going…flop.

His back hits the couch taking you down with him, arms tight around your waist.

“Guilty.”

You just shuffle around so you’re not squishing him and reconnect your lips, breathless and a little sweaty, kissing away everything bad in the world.

“So,” Loki manages to get out between kisses, “bad day?”

“The worst, but that helped.”

“Tell me every awful detail.”

His hand fits so perfectly around your head, pulling you down to smooch your forehead and tuck you into the curve of his neck.

“Nah,” you sigh, nuzzling into his intoxicating scent of home. “It’s probably stupid, I won’t annoy you with all that.”

“My love.”

“Hm?”

His thumb is cold along your jaw, lips cool against your forehead.

“I happen to enjoy speaking with you.”

You hug him tighter, hiding your giddy grin in his neck. “You sure? I might rant for hours—”

“And I will love every second of it,” Loki promises.

“You’re somethin’ special, your majesty.” For someone so cold, he certainly is good at making you feel warm. “Most guys couldn’t give two shits about their wives days.”

“For the record, love, I could give an infinite number of shits about you.”

“How…sweet,” you laugh, backhanding his chest and pressing a kiss to his throat. “Most guys don’t have impromptu dance parties with their girls either. But I’m glad you did.”

“Well, I’m not like those ‘other guys,’ babe, remember—”

“You did not just call me babe.”

His laugh shakes the whole couch.

“Start ranting, my love.”

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[cait-with-luv]

J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 09

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WARNINGS: Abuse, Death of Characters, Child PTSD.

Please don't read this if you're sensitive to any of these, this is just a flashback chapter.

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"Beom-Seok?"

"Yes?"

Park Mi-Sook stared nervously at her husband in front of her. She knew what he did for a living. She knew what would happen if she were to leave him. If he were to find out she was pregnant with another's child. The man that she was having an affair with made her feel safe. Normal. He didn't have much. He wasn't rich, he wasn't a CEO of a business, just a hard working man who want to provide and love his family.

His marriage wasn't based on love, it was arranged. Even though his son was made not out of love like he had wished, he was his world and wanted the best for him. His mother was a different story. Park Mi-Sook was who the boy considered his mother, he may be a few months old but he feels safe in the woman's arms and his eyes light up when he saw her. He had no connection with his own mother, she was always out, getting drunk, sleeping with every man she could. But alas they were to divorce and everyone could be happy. Everyone except Mi-Sook of course.  She had no escape from her own husband. She what she was doing behind his back was wrong but what other choice did she have?

"Mi-Sook."

Her head snaps up to her husband as he cuts her thoughts off. She gives him a small smile and he came to stand in front of her placing his hands on her shoulders.

"What is wrong with you today? You look like you've seen a ghost." Beom-Seok chuckles.

"I-I'm pregnant." She stutters looking down. His hands slip off her shoulders in shock and he leans against the kitchen counter as he allows himself to process the news.

"Are you sure?" He asks. She nods,

"100% sure Beom-Seok."

But it's not yours, she thought to herself. Tell him, just tell him, it won't be as bad now but worse when he finds later on. She opens her mouth to talk but is cut off by Beom-Seok.

"This is amazing! I must tell Jeon! He would be so pleased! I have a successor for the company!" He says running out the room and upstairs to phone his co-partner. Mi-Sook stands in shock before tears begin to well up in her eyes. She grabs her keys and yells to her husband,

"Beom-Seok, I'm just going to get groceries!"

"Okay!"

And with that she ran out the house.

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"Mi-Sook? Honey? What's happened?"

Mi-Sook falls into the arms of her love and he pulls her close, closing the door. She begins to fall to the ground and he slowly helps her, holding her close until she was calm enough to talk. Patters of hands hitting the floor make Mi-Sook look up and she sees the infant boy crawling over quickly squealing happily when he sees her.

"Ma ma ma ma ma ma" He babbles and crawls into her lap and rests his head on her chest, making her sniffle then giggle slightly.

"Hi Jiminie." She giggles running a hand over the infants head gently making him giggle. Mi-Sook looks up to meet the eyes of her lover's concerned eyes and frowns.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I'm pregnant, I tried t-to tell Beom-Seok that I want a divorce and that the child isn't his b-but he ran to tell the Jeon's before I could even tell him. What do I do? He'll hurt you, Jimin, maybe even this child, I can't let that happen." She whispers as tears fall. He holds his love and son close and sways side to side with them.

"We'll figure this out sweetheart I promise...I'm gonna be a dad again." He says happily, placing his hand on Mi-Sook's stomach making her giggle.

"Little dumpling, you're gonna be a big brother." Mi-Sook whispers to the boy in her arms pointing to her tummy. His eyes stare at her stomach in confusion and points too. He then places his hand on top of his fathers and smiles before leaning down and kissing the clothed stomach making a 'mwah' noise before doing it again before giggling and clapping his hands together making the two forbidden lovers coo.

This was the start to a happy family...If only they knew what the future held for them.

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Year: 1999

"Y/Nieeeeeee, come pway." A 4 year old Jimin pouted to the 3 year old who just giggled shaking her head and ran away with the boy hot on her trail.

"Be careful you two!" Mi-Sook yelled as they ran around the house squealing and giggling.

"I hate that we have to confine them to the house."

Mi-Sook spins around to face her lover and nods sadly.

"I do too...but if we were to go outside he'd-"

"Find out I know. I want them safe too but Mi-Sook it breaks my heart knowing Y/N calls another man dad instead of me. My own daughter doesn't know I'm her father and that Jimin is her brother. I just want my own child to call me appa Mi-Sook is that so hard to ask?"

Mi-Sook looks down in shame and shakes her head.

"I hate it too my love, I want nothing more to live with you happily, but I don't know how to escape, he's one of the biggest mafia's, I can't just divorce him, there's a cost and that cost is my life, our lives, I can't risk that. What about Jimin's mother, you still yet to divorce her too." She says raising an eyebrow. He sighs and massages his temples.

"It's not that easy trying to leave a marriage you've been arranged into Mi-Sook."

"Then you must understand that it's easy trying to leave a mafia leader, he doesn't even know I know about his lifestyle." Mi-Sook whispers. Before the desperate man can reply a scream and then cries of a child echos from the back garden and their hearts stop. They rush outside in panic but stop when they notice the young boy  who had pulled the young girl on his lap and rubbed her back kissing her 'boo boo' on her elbow.

"Shhh, it's okay my Butterfly, I know it hurts but kisses will make it better! Appa always kisses my boo boo's. He tells me that kisses from loved ones make the pain go away! I promise to protect you from boo boo's for the rest of our lives no matter how big or small it is." The boy comforts.

"I'll keep you s-safe to Mochi, thanks for taking the pain away."  The little girl sniffles.

"It's okay lil sis. I wuv you." Jimin giggles.

"I wuv you too big bro."

The two parents stare warmth filling their hearts as they watched the two interact. They began to realize that these two kids were beginning to realize they were siblings and that only meant it was matter of time when Y/N would realize who her father really is.

They need to figure way out. And fast.

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Year: 2003

"Mi-Sook."

"Yes?"

"Is Y/N my child?"

Mi-Sook's blood runs cold and she turns to face the stern face of her husband. This was it. It's over. She had been caught.

"W-What?" She stutters making the mans face darken.

"I asked...Is Y/N mine?"

Mi-Sook shivered at the coldness in his voice and slowly shook her head, looking down and he chuckles darkly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"H-How did you find out?" Mi-Sook asks in fear.

"Two reasons my dear wife. Reason number one, you're both never home, reason number two she won't even call me father and when she does she gets nervous and reason number three and this is my favourite, the wife. She told me about the affair you are having with her husband. She was so desperate for money, it was quiet funny actually." He chuckles. But it wasn't full of humor. It was filled with rage.

"Beom-Seok please-"

"Please what Mi-Sook? Give mercy? Calm down? Was I such a poor excuse of a husband that you had to find comfort from another man?!" He yells making her flinch.

"YOU'RE A MAFIA LEADER! I DIDN'T WANT THAT FOR ME! FOR Y/N! I WANTED TO LEAVE BUT I COULDN'T BECAUSE OF YOU KANG BEOM-SEOK! HE MAKES ME FEEL SAFE!" She screamed. His face contorts in shock then back to anger.

"How did you know? How long have you known?" He snaps.

"Years Beom-Seok, I've known for years. I overheard you and Jeon talking in your office one night." She hisses

"Don't mention that fuckers name. Ties have been cut from him." He growls.

"Why? Because he realized how sick in the head you are? Because he refused your proposal of arranging Y/N and Jungkook together? Because he's more powerful than you?" Mi-Sook snaps.

"They should of been arranged together! The company would of benefited from it!" Beom-Seok yells angrily.

"You mean you would of benefited! They're kids Beom-Seok! She's only 6! He's only 5! They hardly know each other! They met once and they were only 1 and 2 years old! I will not allow my daughter to be wedded off to a man she probably wouldn't love! You're deluded!" Mi-Sook screams back and a loud smack echoes through the house and a throbbing pain from her left cheek suddenly appeared and the she realized what just happened.

He smacked her.

"I want you and that bastard child of yours out of here." He growls before walking out the door of the bedroom. Mi-Sook immediately took action and began packing for herself and her daughter, grabbing the passports and fleeing out the house to the house where her lover, daughter and step-son were awaiting for her.

But little did she know what was coming.

" I want them dead. I'm going to kill the man myself. The children will live and pay the price of their parent's mistakes."

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"Oh, it's you." The woman snarls in disgust as she opens the door for Mi-Sook. She pushes past her and into the living room where the kids and the man she loved were. When he looked up and saw the look on his lovers face, he knew.

"Eomma!" The two kids scream happily making the woman smile slightly.

"Kids, why don't you go play in Jimin's room? Jimin, start packing some stuff for yourself okay buddy?"

The 7 year old frowns but nods without questioning and grabs his sisters hand and pulls her upstairs.

"Hey Butterfly, you wanna help me pack so it's quicker?"

"Of course Mochi."

As the kids disappear, Mi-Sook begins to panick.

"He knows! Beom-Seok knows and it's all because of her, she told him!"  Mi-Sook snaps pointing to the very intoxicated woman who stands unbothered.

"Why would you do that?! He'll kill us! Even you!"  The man yelled at his soon to be ex-wife. She just shrugs still not caring.

"Guess I'll just have to pack my bags too." She grumbles and walks away.

"We have to leave now! He's going to be after us." Mi-Sook whimpers.

"Okay, okay, I'm gonna go pack, you and Y/N leave for the airport right now, I'll take the drunk to her mothers and I'll take Jimin so he can say goodbye to her. He may not see her as his mother but she still gave birth to him." The man said hurriedly and Mi-Sook nods. The man pulls her into a hug and then gives her a kiss on the lips.

"I love you." He mumbles making her nod,

"I love you too." Mi-Sook replies back giving him one last kiss.

"Kids! Have you packed?" Mi-Sook yell, getting a yes back and they both run down the stairs, Jimin carrying his small suitcase as well as he possibly could.

"Jiminie, you're gonna go with your father to say goodbye to your mother-"

"She isn't my mom."  Jimin interrupts. Mi-Sook nods and continues,

" and then you're gonna meet me and Y/N at the airport okay?"

He nods and you gasp in excitement,

"Oh! Are we going on vacation eomma? Appa?"

"Yes! But it's permanent okay muffin?" The man says giving the oblivious girl a smile.

Mi-Sook pulls Jimin into a hug and holds him tightly and he holds tighter just as his father pulls his sister into a hug too. They felt like a goodbye hugs. Jimin knew. He knew something wasn't right.

Jimin then turns to his sister and holds her close to him and kisses the top of her head.

"I love you little Butterfly okay?" He mumbles into her hair making her nod,

"I love you too Mochi."

When they pull away Jimin roots through his bag and pulls out a small teddy that he owns and hands it to the little girl.

"I want you to keep this safe for me okay?" He asks her making her nod eagerly and cuddle the teddy close.

"Come on Y/N otherwise we're gonna be late sweetheart." Mi-Sook says and she grabs her daughters hand and walks to the door and looks at the two boys.

"We love you."

The two boys smile and nod,

"We love you too."

Little did they know that was the last interaction they would before they're little family was ripped apart.

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"Eomma behind you! Eomma! Leave Eomma alone! Eomma wake up..."

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"Appa no! They're drowning save them! Someone help! Please..."

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The two children sat shaking in fear, tears streaming down their faces in two different places but in the exact same position. They began to slip into unconsciousness only remembering one voice echo in their heads,

"I'm going to be the last face you see for sweet death takes you away."

And then nothing. All memories of each other wiped from the trauma.

They wouldn't even remember they were siblings the next time they would meet.

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Year: 2019

"I have a little sister?"

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[a-damson-in-distress]

Havoc - Chapter 2

Pairing: SasuSaku

Plot:  Sasuke knew people were still afraid of the club and especially of its Sergeant at Arms – and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had been untouchable then and still was now. Indeed, there was nothing and no one in this world that Sasuke Uchiha feared. Except Sakura fucking Haruno. Biker AU.

Note: So hi everybody, I’m also continuing my SasuSaku fanfic after it’s been pronounced dead by my year-long absence *coughs awkwardly* sorry about that. Anyway, I really hope you like the new chapter. I’ve got a few great ideas for this story and depending on your responses, I might just try and finish it. So please let me know if you liked it and if you want me to continue it. My main story is still going to be From Dusk Till Dawn (MadaSaku, check it out if you’re into that pairing too), so Havoc will remain a side project for now, unless you convince me otherwise ;) Enjoy!

PS: If you want to read the first chapter, or maybe read it again, because it’s been ages since this story has been posted and you probably forgot what’s going on, you’re going to have to scroll through my blog to get to it. Unfortunately, I can’t post a link to it here, because this way this chapter doesn’t show up under any of the tags. So I had to take out the link to even make this post visible to you guys. Really sorry about that, if anybody knows how to bypass this shit (because it happened to my FDTD chapter, too), I’d be happy if you could help me. :)

Sasuke watched her deliciously bend over the pool table, left hand steadying the cue and right arm drawn back to aim for the white ball. He had to supress a groan threatening to escape his throat at the sight of her tight black jeans stretching over her ass.

God have mercy on him, that woman was still a fine piece of machinery.

He knew he wasn’t the only bastard here ogling the President’s daughter, but at least he had the decency to be subtle about it. Letting his gaze roam around the dimly-lit and packed room of his favourite biker bar, he noticed with a growing rage the many dirty looks and even dirtier gestures thrown her way. Moose’s was not only frequented by the Havoc, but by bikers from other MCs from the region as well. Bikers, who didn’t know about the Havoc’s well-guarded secret in the form of a very enticing, very off-limits pink-haired bombshell. Bikers, who weren’t familiar with the feeling of Sasuke’s foot up their asses – something he was gleefully looking forward to doing should those fuckers not stop drooling like some teenage boys who discovered their dicks for the first time.

Taking a sip of his beer in a feeble attempt to calm his nerves, he watched Sakura throw her head back in laughter at something funny Ino said. As she was rising from her bent-over position, her tiny tank top rose as well, exposing her taut bare midriff. She had borrowed one of her friend’s Black Sabbath tops, because she didn’t want to stick out with her fancy white cashmere turtleneck sweater in a run-down biker bar where one half is clad in dark leather and the other half is basically not clad at all. He would have laughed at the image she was presenting – a delicate, graceful princess in a Black Sabbath shirt – were it not for the fact that he knew Sakura was a die-hard Rock fan.

And by God, she was every bit his dream girl now as she was at seventeen.

Right after she rained down on her dad and him to properly tear the both of them a new one a few hours ago, they convened an emergency church to deal with the clusterfuck one of their latest prospects had dug the club into. As it turned out, the little fucker thought it would be a sneaky idea to hide the small bags of drugs between book pages in Konoha’s smallest, most inconspicuous book shop, tell his customers which books to look out for, and earn some cash on the side that way that nobody would ever have found out about. Were it not for the fact that that tiny little book shop belonged to the President’s daughter, who immediately went and re-introduced the Havoc’s Sergeant at Arms to the soft feeling of her hand slapping the everloving shit out of him.

Despite the fact that the boss tried his best to calm her down and reassure her the club would take care of everything, Sakura stuck around. She made it more than clear that she didn’t trust Sasuke with this matter, especially since she was personally involved. She wanted to make sure there were consequences. So Kakashi invited her to stay for the night and catch up with some old friends before dealing with the poor bastard.

Fast forward a few hours and you had a royally pissed off Sasuke sitting at Moose’s staring daggers into the bikers ogling Sakura’s fine ass. “Bro, you grip that beer bottle any tighter and it’ll burst into a hundred pieces. Pretty sure you don’t want an injured hand for the things you’re gonna do tonight.” Sasuke noticed a shock of blonde hair enter his field of vision and his annoyance immediately went up a notch. “Please, I could beat the crap out of that lil cockroach even when I’m drunk off my ass and with my hands tied behind my back.”

“Probably. But you should still loosen that death grip. Might make some people wonder what makes you so angry,” Naruto cautioned while shooting him a pointed look.

“Drop it,” Sasuke growled threateningly.

Naruto sighed in frustration and leaned back. “Look, man, I know you’ve got history with her and everything, but you gotta stop acting like some brooding love-sick puppy who’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend if you –“

“She was never my girlfriend.”

“Whatever, dude. My point is, if you really wanna make it up to her, then you’ve gotta stop sulking in the shadows, wondering from afar what could have been. This is your chance, man! She always stays away from the club, but now she’s here, and you have the chance to talk to her and sort that shit out between you two.”

Naruto watched his best friend drop his gaze from the woman in question to the beer bottle in his hand.  This had always been Sasuke’s reaction to all things Sakura: silence. Ever since shit had hit the fan between the two seven years ago, the raven-haired biker refused to talk about the brief time he spent with her. The few times they had seen each other in between, there was nothing but reserved silence and awkward glances.

Naruto sometimes couldn’t believe how utterly dumb his best friend was. Sasuke was incredibly fearless and one of the meanest motherfuckers he had ever met. But when it came to Sakura, his guilty conscience left him a pathetic heap of surly misery. It was sad to watch, really.

“Look, Sasuke… I have no fucking clue what exactly went down between you two, but it’s been eating at you for seven fucking years. Whenever you see her, you become this… this sad little… blob of… I don’t know man, sadness I guess and –“

“You sure have a way with words.”

“It’s just so pathetic, bro. I mean, I can clearly see your eyes tearing up, your nose is getting all red and snotty and –“

“Is that supposed to cheer me up now?”

“Ugh, it’s nasty. And when you start crying, you make all these miserable little noises and –“

“Naruto.”

“You know, snot everywhere.“

“That’s enough.”

“Just… disgusting, really.”

Naruto mentally patted himself on the shoulder when he saw the tiniest hint of a smirk on Sasuke’s otherwise sullen face. Pleased with his execution of a manly encouragement that consisted of straight-up insulting his best friend in order to cheer him up, he leaned forward again, so only Sasuke could hear him.

“Jokes aside, man, I know this shit between you two has been weighin’ on ya. And you think you’re doing the both of you a favour by staying away from her, but you’re not, because it’s obvious that she’s got as much unfinished business with you as you’ve got with her. Otherwise she wouldn’t hold a grudge. You gotta clear the air at some point, because she’s fucking family and you don’t ignore family. So you might as well do it now.”

Naruto took a hold of his beer bottle and moved out of the booth. Before turning to the bar, he slapped his right hand on his best friend’s left shoulder. “But you know, that’s just my two cents. What do I know about love and relationships? I’ve only been happily married for five years now.”

Sasuke just grunted in response and lifted his bottle to his lips to take another sip. He let his eyes find Sakura again and mulled over what Naruto said. He might have been right about a few things. He was definitely right about them finally needing to stop dancing around each other and sit down and have a proper heart-to-heart.

But there was one thing Naruto was without a doubt wrong about: there was absolutely nothing about his clusterfuck of a relationship with Sakura that had anything to do with love.

Instead, it had everything to do with the fact that he had smashed her heart to smithereens on the night of her eighteenth birthday and effectively shut the door on any romance they might have had a shot at, sealing it with a hundred padlocks and nailing it down with wooden boards for good measure.

“He’s been staring at you all night.”

Sakura couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the blonde. She moved around the pool table to determine the angle of her next shot, when she heard Ino’s voice right next to her ear.

“Come on, you know he still has the hots for you, right?”

“Bullshit he still has the hots for me!”

“Aha!” Sakura found herself at the other end of Ino’s accusing finger pointed directly at her face. “I knew that would get your attention. You like thinking Sasuke’s still into you, don’t you?” Sakura resisted the urge to swipe off Ino’s perfectly made eyebrows that were wiggling so hard they were threatening to shoot out of her face.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that has got nothing to do with it. I just find it absurd that the big, bad, cold-hearted Sasuke Uchiha would still think about something that happened seven fucking years ago.”

Ino cocked her head to the side and looked at Sakura with a knowing smile. “But you still think about it.”

Sakura’s shoulders slumped as she exhaled in annoyance. “I’m not talking about it, alright?”

“Look, forehead, I know what he did was terrible, but I also know Sasuke and I know that he’s actually a pretty good guy beneath all that brooding Batman bullshit. I genuinely think that he regrets what he did back then. I mean, he did try to confront you about it several times, but you were the one who shut him down. Why don’t you just let him say what he has to say, let him apologise, and then move on. You might pretend like you’re over that whole thing, but I know what you really want is some closure.”

Sakura sighed in frustration and blew a hair out of her face. She was just about to throw some witty remark back at Ino, when she noticed several bikers move through the crowd at Moose’s. The Havocs were leaving, which was her cue to do the same.

She felt Ino’s hands grab her shoulders and turn Sakura towards her. “Just think about it, alright? You’ll be here for the whole weekend, so this would be the perfect opportunity to finally get this shit over with, which I know is what you actually wanna do instead of ogle his rock-hard abs when you think I’m not looking. Yeah, don’t roll your eyes at me, missy, don’t think I don’t notice these things. Now you go and have fun tonight. But don’t rough him up too bad.”

With a secretive wink, Ino headed for the bar, leaving Sakura alone at the pool table. Just as she was about to turn around and head for the exit herself, she was met with the sight of a seriously pissed off Sasuke who fixed his determined gaze on her.

She watched the muscles in his upper arm flex enticingly as he raised his right hand to his lips to take the cigarette out of his mouth. The smoke was floating out of his inviting lips as they moved to form words that barely reached her sex-starved brain. All Sakura heard was his rumbling growl.

“It’s time.”

The cold air outside of Moose’s did little to clear Sasuke’s head. He was still on the fence about if and how he should approach Sakura. But he’d have to postpone wracking his brain, because the Havocs were gearing up to take care of that lil dipshit who dared to cross the President’s daughter.

“Where’s daddy?”

He whipped his head around to see Sakura trailing right behind him, zipping up that tiny little leather jacket he couldn’t believe still fit her curves.

“Waiting for us at the warehouse.”

The rumbling of his brothers’ Harleys enveloped them as Sasuke watched some of them leave Moose’s lot. He headed for his V-Rod Muscle and grabbed his jet-black helmet with the name of his bike – War Hog – spray painted on the back in silver and scarlet letters. He was just about to put it on when he felt a presence behind him and turned around, only to be met with the sight of a very annoyed Sakura looking up at him expectantly.

“You ridin’ with me?”

His eyes noted the rise of her perfectly sculpted eyebrow before she spoke, “You got a problem with that?”

There it was again, that feeling of unease that spread in his stomach whenever she pinned him with that scrutinising gaze of hers. “No, just figured you’d rather ride with Naruto. Or anybody else, for that matter.”

“Well the others are already gone, and Naruto said he needed the extra space to secure his bag of torture instruments or whatever.”

Sasuke immediately knew that was bullshit, there was no bag on the back of Naruto’s bike. The Havocs weren’t going to torture the poor bastard. It was just going to be a little slap on the wrist, really.

“Alright, you’re riding with me. Here, put this on,” he grumbled while handing her his helmet and reaching for his spare one.

Sakura looked at the round object in her hands as if it just sprouted a head and started talking to her. At the sight of her disgusted look, Sasuke let out an exasperated sigh. “What, woman?”

“You’re giving me the helmet that has the word hog spray painted on it in big fat letters? Real tactful, Sasuke.”

He couldn’t supress the smirk that was dangling on the edge of his lips. “I can recall a few even naughtier words I used to call you.” His smirk widened when he saw a faint blush taint her cheeks. Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes in an overly dramatic fashion. “Oh yeah, now that I think about it, I remember you doing that eye rolling thing a lot, too. Only they usually rolled into the back of your head whenever I –“

“Okay, thank you, that’s enough. I’m putting on the helmet now, I can’t hear you.”

A triumphant grin graced his features at the sight of his dream girl wearing his helmet.

“Good girl.”

Sasuke ignored the look Sakura was shooting him, put on his spare helmet while straddling his bike and waited for Sakura to do the same. When he felt her soft curves press against his back and her arms circle around his waist, he let War Hog roar to life.

He turned his head slightly, so she could hear him better over the rumbling of his engine and asked, “You ready?”

She nodded in confirmation. “Hit the road, Sergeant.”

Sasuke took her left hand into his own, pulled her arm tighter around his torso, and gave her a little squeeze. “You hold on tight, sweetheart.”

He could still hear her scoff behind him. “I was practically raised on a bike, I’ll be fine. This is no big deal.”

Lowering the visor on both their helmets, Sasuke took off and left Moose’s parking lot. The cool breeze around him and the low rumbling beneath him he felt whenever he rode his bike always had a calming influence on his often raging mind. This time, it was different though. This time, he had Sakura pressed against his back again for the first time in seven years.

And even though she might have claimed riding with him was no big deal, her tight grip on his waist and the way she leaned her head against his shoulders told him a different story.

[tibbygetsrekt]

Why not introduce the newest f/o with a drabble no one asked for? So anyway I blame @sundewsunset and @cherubsoda for this fresh hell I’ve fallen into. Like I’m so freaking soft for this power-hungry idiot it wounds me and I'm so confused but I adore him so there’s that. 

On with the show!

     They were perched on the top of the van, hands curled around the edge as the heels of their bare feet gently drummed against the side. It was raining, and they loved it, loved the coolness of it, the thinness compared the blood that had fallen from the skies above. They liked Earth and had no plans of leaving anytime soon. 

“Stop being a nuisance.’ 

     Startled, they slipped off the van but managed to land on their feet like a startled cat. Breath leaving them in a huff, they tilted their head back to stare up at Vergil who was staring out into the dark. Looking for demons, or spawn, or something. Despite the fact they’d said they could keep lookout on their own, he’d muttered something under his breath and followed them out. They knew they sometimes irritated him, Hell they irritated themself, but sometimes they’d catch him watching them. 

“I’m not a nuisance.’

     Late, very late, but they caught the twitch at the edge of his mouth. The way he looked down at them out of the corner of his eye, before stepping off the van. 

“You are not always a nuisance.’ He conceded to their surprise. “Sometimes, rarely, your company is even pleasurable.’

“That’s kind of my thing, pleasure I mean, which I’ve shown you quite a few ti-’ 

     Their heart skittered, there was no other word for it, as he placed a finger over their lips. Unable to breathe when slowly dragged his finger down, pulling at their lower lip exposing the sharp canines of their upper set when they grinned. It was the masochist in them that they chased the older Sparda brother, but little things like this made it almost worth it. There was easier prey, but they wanted this one. 

“I know what you like to do, demon.’ 

     Funny how the way he said demon made them lean closer. They’d had men and women call them all sorts of sweet nothings but none of those made them feel weak in the knees like that tone did. The way his eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the edge even though he didn’t smile. 

“I don’t think you know the half of it.’ Mouth opening slowly, they nipped at his fingertip. “It was usually pretty rough and fast before.’

“Yes, before.’ 

     Before he’d understood they were using him to feed, to become strong enough to avenge their mother. But all was fair in war, and that other thing they didn’t like to think about. And he hadn’t killed them when he found out, he’d understood a need for power no matter the cost. But they both were getting better about that, growing as people or whatever bullshit Nico tried to babble out.

“Not that I’m complaining!’ 

     They weren’t even sure why he let them dog at his heels to be honest. Or hadn’t sent them packing when they’d found him again covered head to toe in other demons’ blood. He’d tsked and shoved them in the direction of the shower. Had left them a shirt that hit them at the thigh, and a towel. 

“You don’t complain often I’ve noticed.’ Grasping their chin, he tilted their head back and they couldn’t help smiling as the rain landed on their face. “You don’t even mind standing in the rain.’

“I like the rain.’ Their eyes opened, blinking when a drop landed in one of them, their nose wrinkling. “I like you more though.’

“Is that fact?’ 

     He sounded amused, and they wanted to nip him again. Mostly because they’d meant their tone to be teasing but he was still touching them. They felt like they could get drunk on little touches like this, leaning towards him. 

“Two of my favourite things on Earth, you’re very tasty, Son of Sparda.’ Trying to save face, they licked their lower lip suggestively. 

     But he didn’t take the bait, and they weren’t sure what he was trying to do. The touch wasn’t painful, or necessarily suggestive. It just was. And they were standing with him in the rain, and he was so close all they could think about was what he felt like against them…

“Very true.’

“Are you two gonna keep dancing around this all night?’ 

     The succubus’ bastard looked towards the window of the van, and the face peering out of it. 

“Go away, Dante. This has nothing to do with you.’

“Just kiss the girl already.’ Dante groaned, ignoring the look Virgil sent over his shoulder. “I don’t even know why you two are standing watch it’s ridiculous. There only needs to be one of you. If at all.’

“Dante…’

“Fine, fine… I hope you both get pneumonia.’

     The window shut with a sharp snap, leaving them struggling not to laugh at the expression on Vergil’s face. Better to laugh than think too hard about the fact he’d apparently been trying to work up the nerve to kiss them. Their knees had already been weak, but they felt like their whole body was going to give out. Were they going to faint?

“I don’t think either of us is going to get pneumonia from a little rain.’ They murmured, feeling a flicker of upset when his fingers moved away. 

“No, I doubt that either of us would.’

     He was doing the distance thing, they could feel it like a physical shade was being dropped between the two of them. Moving closer, they felt him stiffen as they placed their hands on his chest. Going up on their tiptoes, their hands slid under his coat to hold his shoulders. There was a twitch, and it made them smile as they wrapped their arms around him. It was the i've lost control of the situation twitch, but he wasn’t pushing them away. 

“Little lamb here I am…’

     If they hadn’t been so close they wouldn’t have been able to hear him. As it was they were very confused until they recognized the tone of his voice, he was reciting a poem. Pressing against him, they felt a shiver roll down their spine in the wake of a raindrop. 

“Did you forget the rest of it?’ At the colouring of his cheeks, they were very interested in the next line. “Or you didn’t and it’s very suggestive.’

“Little lamb here I am,’ he repeated, clearing his throat. “.... come and lick my neck.’

“Oh…’ they had not been aware that Vergil read that sort of poetry, it was usually pretentious. “Vergil Sparda, that’s indecent.’

“Only out of context.’ He protested quietly, clearing his throat again all the while refusing to make eye contact though he still wasn’t pushing them away.

“What else out of context from the poem sounds that good?’ Rubbing the tip of their nose against his cheek, they felt his arms wrap around their middle.

“Let me kiss your soft face…’ His lips brushed their cheek, just brief press against their skin but they felt like they went from solid to liquid, very glad that he’d decided to hold them close. Pulling back, they could see a dark flush to his cheeks but at least this time he met their eyes. “Merrily, merrily, we greet the new year.’ 

“A new year?’

“Yes.’ When he smiled at them, they felt their heart skitter again, beating irregularly as his face moved closer to theirs. “Change is inevitable, especially in the wake of challenging times. A new chapter in life.’

“Oh! That makes sense.’

     They weren’t vibrating with anticipation, their nails weren’t digging into their own arms as they stared back feeling slightly cross eyed. When he kissed them it was soft, tentative, and they couldn’t think of a single time he’d done it before. Before had been about relief, scratching an itch, kissing had very much not been a part of it. But this was… nice, their arms tightening as they pulled him closer to kiss him back.

“Finally! Thought you two were going to be out there all night while he dragged his heels.’ 

“Dante!’

“What?! Your old man is… old! Did you hear him using poetry? That is a pity kiss, Nero…’

“Nah, nah that was a cute lil thing, move Dante I can’t see ‘em properly… awww that’s so sweet! Nero stop shovin’ at us! We just wanna watch!’

     They couldn’t help snorting softly at the running commentary, resting their forehead against his as they smiled broadly. 

“It’s not a pity kiss.’ They assured him even though he hadn’t asked. “I don’t pity you at all, Vergil.’

“Good. Don’t.’

“Never!’ His arms tightened for a moment before loosening but they didn’t move. “So was that the Blake guy?’

“.... Yes. You know his poems?’

“Not really but I read your book a couple times while you were sleeping.’ When he raised an eyebrow, they cleared their throat and acted as if they hadn’t noticed. “I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, and be like him and he will then love me…’

“The joys of taking things out of context.’ He murmured, and they shrugged. “We should go elsewhere for the evening, the van is suddenly too crowded.’

“Hm… very.’

“Aw c’mon you guys! We’ll only tease you a little bit. Ow! Respect your elders, Nero! Stop hitting me!’

“I’m glad we agree.’ Stepping back he held out the crook of his arm. “We can come back when they’ve fallen asleep, but until then maybe we can find some sport to keep us occupied.’

     The grin they showed him was more a baring of teeth at the idea of something to fight while they tried to process what had just happened. Reaching out to curl their hand around his elbow they cuddled close. 

“Sounds perfect to me.’

[rcdiostcrs]

some random character questions:

tagged by: an old post. tagging: anyone who wants to.

What’s their full name, how’s it pronounced, and what does it mean?

aeron mathias poindextor i.

air - ee- on  muh - theye - us  poyn - dek - stuh  the - first.

mountain of strength. gift from god. right fist (when spelled “poindexter”). first of the name.

What’s their date of birth? Do they follow the stereotypes of their zodiac?

march third // a pisces.

for the most part. he is more focused on reaching goals and his personal spirituality. he has strong opinions and is not afraid to let others know them. aeron’s been described as moody (a major pisces stereotypes) since he’s quick to put his guard up due to his past and parentage.

What type of drunk are they?

unknown. he’s never had more than a single champagne flute.

Give three of their strengths and three of their weaknesses.

strengths: knowledgeable, communication, understanding.

weaknesses: quick to judge, spoiled (a lil’ bit), easily bored.

What’s their favourite food?

aeron’s a burger guy. doesn’t matter the patty—beef, turkey, elk, veggie—he just likes burgers.

If they were to be represented by a seven deadly sin, which would it be?

greed.

Do they have any living relatives? If they do, which one do they like the least and why?

a shit ton. no relative that he was close to has died yet.

henry ii (his older brother). the dude tried to kill him, of course henry’s the least favorite.

What’s their biggest fear?

someone with expectations he can’t live up to.

Are they a dog or a cat person?

both.

Describe them in 5 words.

prince.

meticulous.

compassionate.

put-together.

leader.

If your character was handed a puppy, how would they react?

cuddles!! kisses!!

How would they react to suddenly being hugged?

depends on who by. a family member? a hug back. literally anyone else? knee to the groin.

What’s their biggest secret?

he’s a bastard / his real dad. anyone outside of his immediate inner circle (or the other chb campers) has no idea & he is keen on keeping it that way.

What are their pet peeves?

unclean weapons.

boring meetings.

What’s their opinion on pineapple on pizza?

aeron had no opinion until someone on twitter asked and he got caught up in a tweet storm when both sides gave evidence to join their side. he trended for a few hours. by the end, he heard out the evidence, tried a slice, and decided that it “wasn’t the worst thing i could have put in my mouth. 3/10.”

On average, how much sleep do they get at a time?

around six hours. he keeps on top of his sleep schedule.

If they were a superhero, what powers would they have? (if they have powers, what are they and under what conditions do they work?)

he has powers in canon: precious metal summoning, shadow travel, & general demigod abilities.

his precious metal summoning works on common metals and they don’t carry curses, but he has to pray to hades beforehand as pluto is the more metal-y version of hades. and his shadow travel works like shadow travel: teleportation through shadows & exhaustion afterwards. the general demigod abilities of super: strength, agility, speed, & healing are always on.

Does your character collect anything?

nah. he thinks collections are a waste of time & space.

How many languages do they speak, and what are they?

three fluently: norwegian, english, and greek.

one learning: mandarin chinese.

When your character is sad, what do they do to cheer themselves up?

spar.

think of family.

Does your character snore?

nope.

How long would they last in a zombie apocalypse?

long enough thanks to already being used to avoiding people and having combat experience, but not to the end. aeron would probably die of a betrayal somewhere in the final act, just before reaching the cure.