#p: autumn x marcus

[finestmoment]

autumn and marcus had been fighting all night and it seemed like the conversation was going nowhere. autumn had found pictures that ana sent him and she was pissed that he didn't tell her. "she's not your family! you want to fuck her!" autumn yelled, feeling herself becoming more angry. eli walked in the door and he had his uniform on. he looked between them and autumn rolled her eyes. "don't worry, officer. i was just leaving." she remarked sarcastically.

[finestmoment]

autumn had been longing for eli since the night they shared together, they got close on the patio but it didn't last. she had been hooking up with marcus and she still loved him too, her mind was spinning from how badly she wanted them both. "marcus picked this movie and i'm convinced it's cause the main girl has huge tits." autumn laughed, nudging marcus. she was teasing him about it before. "but then he said mine are better, so." autumn locked eyes with eli and heat flooded her cheeks. she wanted him inside of her and she was hoping it wasn't obvious. tensions were high in the household and she just wanted to lighten the mood a little.

when marcus and eli heard about elodie they knew their parents were going to be stressed, especially jackson. they knew julian was going to lose it if elodie died and that was going to stress jackson out. the other night he walked out on the porch and saw eli and autumn were in a close embrace. he didn't see them kiss but he could tell by the way they looked at one another, something was still there. their parents had gone to the hospital to support julian so it was only their kids at the house. when eli walked into the living room marcus put his arm around autumn's shoulder and glared at eli who only smiled and winked at him. "so what are we watching?" he sat down on the couch and looked between the two of them opening a can of beer.

[jolalibrary]

welcome to jolabrew + withcheese coffee house's 'brews & bits giftshop,' where you can find trinkets, tokens, and treats* (aka, the masterlist).

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[hbojoel]

PLEASE write something for richie jerimovich maybe you’re carmys sister and you all work at the beef 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ANON i am overjoyed at this request. thank you so much for being my first ask and my first official post on here!!!

18+ for some elusions to sex

word count: 1.3k

pairing: richie jerimovich x f!reader (only gendered term used is sister)

Nat never wanted you in the restaurant.

Even after re-opening, the name change, the renovation–it was still something she wanted you separate from. Protected from. It was the start and end of many fights.

And you still found a way to weasel in.

Family, prep, hands; it didn't matter, but you were eager to help. To be useful. It mattered to your brother and sister, and that meant it mattered to you.

There's a shout of corner! as you walk through the swinging door. Tina's the first to see you, chopping onions with a quickness you'd never been able to master. You put in the hours, you learned the techniques, it was just something about a knife you couldn't get down. Or maybe it was the tears that sprung to your eyes no matter how many times you'd practiced. 

"Hi, baby," Tina smiles and tilts her cheek to you so you can kiss it. "Jeff is in the office, Nat's... you saw Nat, si?"

"Si, T, thank you."

Nat was in the front of house, fidgeting with the plate settings and rolled-up napkins. It must be pregnancy hormones or something because she's only gotten more nit-picky and everyone's noticing it.

Syd and Marcus greet you as you walk past them, in search of something you can't seem to find.

You peek your head in the walk-in. Nope.

Rap your knuckles against the open office door, nodding to Carmy on the phone, finding the room empty apart from him. You mouth his name but Carm's never been that good at lip-reading, so it's a benign effort. 

You push the back door open and spot him by the dumpster smoking a cigarette. 

Bingo.

"Psst," you say as you walk over to him slowly. 

He looks up at you through a cloud of smoke that doesn't hide his grimace as well as he thinks it does.

"Whadda ya doin' here? I told you to stay home. Never fuckin' listen." 

You steal the cigarette from between his fingers and wiggle it above him, grinning like the cat who got the cream.

"Not the boss of me." You quirk a brow.

Richie gets up off his feet. You instinctually back up to get a better look at his face, but he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you in place. You're craning your neck to look him in the eye, but you don't back down. You'll never hear the end of it if you do.

"Not the boss, huh?" This close, you can taste the smoke on his breath, puffing in the cold of autumn.

You bounce on your heels just slightly. "Nope," popping the P. "Not on the papers."

"You don't fuckin–" He puts distance between the two of you to throw his hands up in exasperation, "you don't even work here!"

Biting back your smile, barely, you say, "I'm family."

"Oh, you little shit," he says, and then he's on you, lifting you up and carrying you til your back hits the cold metal of his car. "Brat."

It's not exactly a secret that the two of you are an item, but there hasn't been a public announcement either. Richie had come a long way–a long way–from who he used to be, but Carmy remembered, and Sugar remembered, and that was a lot to have hanging over your head when it turned out he wanted their little sister. 

So the two of you are cautious. Never at work, which is part of the reason you shouldn't be here, part of the reason RIchie's all riled up in the first place.

He'd told you to stay at his place, promising he'd be back before dinner. That was at seven, and who's to say if you heard him correctly, in your sleep-addled state. You'll blame it on that. 

Richie's apartment was nice–he'd eaten you out on that kitchen island more times than you can count–but it was lonely. And you missed him. And maybe you had to walk or Uber your way there, and maybe he wasn't so happy with you in the streets of Chicago by yourself, and maybe it was an unspoken rule.

And maybe you had just broken it by showing up here.

"Sorry," you whisper, and kiss away any protests forming on his tongue.

He lets you, for a while, only because he missed you, too. He rubs his hands up and down your back, sure that you must be freezing in the thin pants you're in on the unforgiving cold of the trunk of his car. He pulls back and you follow his mouth blindly.

"Sweetheart."

"What?" You whine.

Richie huffs a laugh.

"You're not s'posed to be here." He cards a hand gently through your hair.

You shrug your shoulders petulantly, not meeting his eyes now. "Missed you."

Richie makes a sound like he's in pain, and then he cups your face in his hand and squeezes your cheeks together gently, like he has that cuteness-aggression thing Marcus was telling him about a while ago. You're too sweet for him.

"I missed you, too," he whispers, releasing your face to smooth back your hair and press a kiss to your forehead. "I'm in the middle of one thing and then we can go home, okay?"

You nod slowly, leaning your head into his chest. 

Richie smiles to himself. "That means you gotta get up, baby." He slaps what he can reach of your ass lightly. 

You shake your head against his heartbeat. "Carry me?"

Richie's heart hurts with how much he adores you. He might just get down on one knee right there. He picks you up and calls you baby in a scolding voice instead. If you mind, you don't make an effort to show it.

He stops and sets you gently on your feet after the short distance and opens the passenger door for you, watching as you plop down into the seat unceremoniously. 

Just five minutes. He could finish in just five minutes, and then he can take you home.

"Okay," he starts, bends down to kiss your forehead again, and you lift your head expectantly for a goodbye kiss. He gives you one. "Five minutes and I'm out, got it? I'll get you a Sprite if you want it, and then I'm all yours." 

You look up at him grinning, open-mouthed, and nod. "Keys?"

Richie pats the pockets of his jeans. "Keys, keys... they're in my locker, give me two seconds, baby, so you don't freeze out here." The car reverberates with the force of him shutting the door as he jogs back inside the Beef.

"Whatchu up to, papa?" Tina calls from the kitchen. 

"Keys," Richie shouts back, "gotta take the baby home."

Tina's behind him in record time, watching him turn his locker inside-out in his search. "Taking your girl home, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." Richie turns to face her and finds a shit-eating grin staring right at him.

"Careful, Jeff," she says as she walks away, "you'll get yourself in trouble."

Richie rolls his eyes, pockets his keys, and walks back out to you.

You open the door for him again, and he drops the keys in your lap. 

"All good?" 

"All good except Tina fuckin' knows." 

You laugh before you realize you're doing it. Richie is not so amused.

"What, that's funny? I gotta hear it at work now all 'cause you got lonely?" 

You reach your hand up and into the pocket of his leather jacket. "Everyone knows, Richie. It's okay. Go and hurry up, I'm cold."

"Shit," he swears. "Here." His jacket is draped across your shoulders and now it's him shivering, and you would protest, but it would be fruitless. Richie would get frostbite before he let you catch a cold.

One last kiss is dropped on your forehead in lieu of a goodbye. "Five minutes and I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay," you nod, hand on the door, even though Richie's already pushing it shut. "I'll time you."

[chronically-ghosted]

the days i spend with you

rating: T

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: >1000

summary: a snow-storm keeps you from meeting Marcus's family over the holidays so you cheer him up by maintaining Pike family traditions.

warnings/tags: literally none, so much fluff, bad jokes, talking with your mouth full which is bad manners, references to air bud (do y'all even know who that is), minor praise in a barely kinky way, no y/n

a/n: i was feeling festive and my beautiful beautiful moots answered the call! @yoursoulsunbreakable requested: What about making apple scented candles with Marcus P on a rainy day? 🕯️🍎 🍁 this was healing to my soul to write so there will be more autumn/thanksgiving themed oneshots coming soon! (if you like these, please go look at @trulybetty 's october x 500 -- she did all of October with these yummy prompts, so please check them out and give her a follow!)

🤍Masterlist

“Stop it, you’re going to make me laugh.”

“I’m not even doing anything.”

“You’re going to make me drop it!”

“What do you want me to do? Shut my eyes?”

“Yes!”

With a smile, your eyes flicker between the dribbling hot wax and Marcus, laughing as he stands up and goes to the other side of the kitchen. He pops half a Snickerdoodle in his mouth.

“Shee ‘m ev’n in a d’frnt room. ‘Appy now?” 

Your distraction taken care of, you return your attention to the culmination of about eight hours of work. Arms straining with the heavy pot, you continue to pour out the amber colored liquid into the small glass container that came with the kit and you bite your lip, focus entirely on maintaining a steady hand. A whole number of things could go wrong here: you could spill the wax and have hot wax splash all over Marcus’s grandmother’s Queen Anne table, which could have been present at the original Thanksgiving. You could pour too fast and the wax would yank down the wick and then you’d have to pluck it out with tweezers before it could harden – naturally clumsy, adding speed to the mix would only incentivize more chaos.

But you hold steady, wrists tight, and the wax slowly fills to the top, the tiny string staying firmly around the chopsticks. 

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing perfect.”

His voice makes your toes clench in your shoes and you bite your lip harder. Caught half-way between wanting his praise and finding even his voice a distraction, you block him out entirely and lean forward, just as the wax reaches the lip of the glass container. Like Marcus had shown you on the one he did just before, you flick your wrist up and the flow of the wax drip, drip, drips until the last bit is stopped by the edge of the pot. 

For a moment, you worry about what you forgot to do or if you’ve missed a step – because everything looks too perfect. The wax is settling properly, a cinnamon apple smell pungent throughout the house, and the string holds strong. 

Firm, warm hands slide over your waist as Marcus kisses your neck. His breath smells like sugar, the weight behind you a balm and a praise all its own.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He asks quietly as he noses your ear. “You’re a natural.” 

You bite your lip and run your palms over his knuckles, up to his elbows, then settling firmly on his forearms.

“I know I’m not as good as your sister, or your mom, but at least I didn’t spill everywhere.” You smile gently when he stiffens slightly behind you. Twisting in his arms, you put a hand on that smooth face you love with all your heart. He returns your smile, but it's dampened. You know he’s disappointed that the weather grounded all planes to Maine where the Pikes’ have a winter home – he had been so looking forward to introducing you to his family. “I hope I haven’t shamed your ancestors with my shoddy candle making.”

Marcus laughs and shakes his head, returning the hug around your waist. “You haven’t shamed anyone. I give that candle a ten out of ten.” 

“And I burned the wax only once!” This time you laugh with him as he kisses your cheek. You forget how easy a happy Marcus shows affection, someone entirely different from the forlorn man you met all those months ago after he moved to Washington from Austin. “What’s next for the Pike family Thanksgiving Olympics?”

“Well, for a championship gold medal like that, I think all contestants deserve a hot chocolate and a repeat viewing of A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.” He pats your butt and walks into the kitchen. “Save me a seat, will ya?”

You smirk then flex in a pose as you head for the couch like you’re showing off your muscles on the Miami boardwalk. “You got it, champ. Put me in, cap, I’ll bring home the gold yet again! Airbud ain’t got nothing on me! Those Rooskies can’t defeat my hockey skills and–,” 

A hand catches your elbow halfway through a pretend hockey stick swing and you stumble back into his arms. You have a second to see his half-lidded eyes before he kisses you, your cheeks nestled between his palms. And you, predictable, go as weak-kneed as a dame on a tarmac. Your hands curl around his wrists, his cashmere sweater as soft as he is.

He nips at your bottom lip, almost a more affectionate squeeze than a real bite and you sigh, adjusting yourself to get closer to him. When he finally pulls away, you feel a little lightning-struck. You lift your heavy lids to his rich, dark brown eyes. The smile he gives you is a full on Pike smile, nothing dampened or dimmed about it.

“Thank you for being here,” he murmurs to your lips. You can’t wait to kiss chocolate off his later. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Marcus.” 

There is no silence with Marcus, only quiet contentment. Outside, the snow patters softly against the windows, piling up in the eaves of the house and the bends of the trees and the curves of the cars, the miles of road – a truly snowed-in Thanksgiving.

“Marshmallows with whipped cream?”

“Marshmallows with whipped cream.” You nod seriously. He lets you go and you kiss him once more on the cheek before going to find a good blanket to snuggle under. His heart so full it truly might burst, he turns back to the kitchen to start heating up the milk. 

So the weather ruined his plans this time around, the small black box remaining hidden in the bottom of his suitcase. Well, there is always Christmas to do it in front of his family. And if the weather continued to thwart his perfect proposal, he’d do it in the damn driveway if he had to. 

He didn’t want to waste another second with his ring anywhere but your finger.

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review IX

I feel like I just wrote the last Sunday Week in Review five minutes ago and like six years ago at the same time. Short work weeks and coming off the back of vacation really do mess with your sense of time.

Another short week ahead too, Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks who observe this holiday! 🧡

October has brought so many good stories to my dash that my drafts list is out of control and I still have so many good fics I haven't finished reading yet! Having said that, I've enjoyed the pause to jump in with these October x 500 prompts. It's been a jolt of inspiration/creativity that I needed.

Having said that, on with the week in review!

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

october x 500 (masterlist)

oct' x 01 - ruffled hair (joel x gn!reader)

oct' x 02 - apple scent (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct’ x 03 - full of colours (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 04 - walks in the forest (strings!joel x reader)

oct' x 05 - autumnal (dieter x gn!reader)

oct' x 06 - falling leaves (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 07 - chestnuts (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

W H A T  I  R E A D . . .

On Deck (One Shots) (Jack AU) by @something-tofightfor Just when I think I’ve gone through someone’s master list, I manage to find a gem and this is one of them. I have no clue about baseball, went to a game and had no idea what was happening no matter how many times someone tried to explain. However, I am 110% positive that if Jack was to explain the rules to me, I’d know him inside and out, oh and maybe a bit about baseball too. Gotta make sure those lessons get stretched out…

Bloom (Joel AU) by @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheetsThis was such a delightful opening chapter! Reader has their own flower shop, and just so happens our favourite Texan pays a visit. The characterization of Ellie almost steals the show from Joel’s meet-cute with Reader - I’m not going to spoil it, but I had to pick myself off of the floor after - just saying…

Working Title | Chapter 13 (Dieter) by @rhoorl I’m so rooting for these two! Both deserve a happy ending (in more than one sense!) and yet it seems there's those who want to bring them down or stand in their way. This update was a little angst, incredibly sweet and the last bit, well - I can't wait to read the next update!

Kinktober Day Two (Frankie) 🌶️ by @youvebeenlivingfictional I love the whole fun roleplay trop between established couples and this one does an excellent job of doing just that! Reader and Frankie are out at the bar having fun and, I'm not going to spoil it - go enjoy it for yourself!

Tip Your Server (Dieter) by @nothoughtsjustmeds This is just the best! Dieter and wife!reader on the night of his Oscar win and it’s just so much hilarity, sweetness & spice and the banter between the two is just the best. Please go read it, you won’t be disappointed, I promise! 

Kiss Me Quick (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This, how I love this so! It’s a love letter to the British seaside and is told through a day at the beach with the one and only Dieter. It managed to not only invoke laughter but homesickness too. I’d go to the seaside for a stick of rock any day of the week with Dieter. 

Sofa So Good (Frankie) by @secretelephanttattoo This was cozy, domestic bliss wrapped up as tight as my fingers would be in Frankie’s hair. This was a sweet slice of life and so done so well. A perfect cozy Sunday read if you’re looking for one!

Video Nasty I & II (Joel) 🌶️ by @sin-djarin I don't think I've recovered from these two yet... Oof, incredibly hot, incredibly Joel and incredibly read-again worthy! Also provided a fun memory of mine working in a video store and will Marcus be forever associated with a poorly titled porno? Yes. Yes he will be.

Paranoid Heart (Javier P.) by @goodwithcheese This was such a great opener and introduction to our main character and Javi. Now, if you're thinking you need to watch Narcos to read this, take it from me, Ms. Truly 'I think I've watched six episodes now but can't remember' Betty, you don't need to, because Megan is so good at immersing you in her characters worlds that you'll be well taken care of. Can't wait to see where this story leads us!

A Month of Sundays(Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love each and every one posted so far! There’s something to be said about drabbles, little slices of life etc., six-sentence fics - because they’re not as easy to write as you think. There needs to be some establishing of what’s going on, and while not a resolution - something to end on. These are all great insights into some established characters and some we’ve not met before and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the month brings!

No Panties, No Problems (Frankie) by @blackfemalenerd Frankie is an A-grade menace here and, oof is this hot? Please do yourself a favour and go read it and leave your comments - because I think we all deserve some more of this Frankie!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl Jess really knows how to weave multiple stories and character backgrounds together and take you through from start to finish and never feel like you've missed something or added confusion. This week's installment is no different! We've got it all packed into this chapter and I don't want to spoil anything, but please go check it out!

M E M O R A B L E  P O S T S . . .

The next guest appearance on Mulefalls Court @rhoorl

the grey sweatpants revelation

hands, hands and more hands

a visual from @maggiemayhemnj that I won't be forgetting anytime soon, and this one here where I might still be on the floor from

a good Tumblr 101 + reblog etiquette post from @morallyinept

Bob's Burgers fest started by @darkroastjoel

B R O U G H T  T H E  J O Y . . .

Just how lovely this community is - this week I've had so many great interactions with equally amazing people and I'm so happy to have found a home in this little corner and appreciate every one of you who comes and interacts with my blog and me in whatever capacity 💕

F R A N K I E  C A T ™️ . . .

I missed last weeks update, so here’s an update on Frankie Cat - she’s very much settled in. She is pretty laid back as her name sake, but sometimes her tiny humans can get on her last nerves, but baby Truly #2 and her are BFF’s (mostly because baby Truly is forcing Frankie to love her, like I would the actual Frankie…)

She also has to go back to the shelter today for treatment, as she’s not 100% a Truly until her spay (which if anyone has tips for care after I’m all ears) - hopefully she doesn’t get excited and think she’s finally getting away from us��� sorry Frankie Cat, you’re one of us now. Even if you do rip my feet to shit. 

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Back in my Sons of Anarchy feels as I finally work my way through season seven (no spoilers or talk please, I've gone this long without a spoiler, I'd like to finish it out the same way)

Happy Sunday all! Here's to another great week! Feel free to share your favourite posts, stories, thots and whatever and never hesitate to tag me in it 💕

[copiousloverofcopia]

HI there Ghesties!!!

I know it's been another long one since I posted, but your girl has soooooo much on her plate right now.

it's been really hard to find time to do my stories justice and I don't wanna just give you guys anything that I am not happy with.

So, thank you all for being so patient with me and I am back with some Hunter's Moon celebrations with our beloved Secondo x OC Marcus content for the lovely @ashley-ghuleh

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!

The Hell Torn Heart

After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.

Chapter 5: Hunter's Moon

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

The sound of the ice clinking in the glass filled the otherwise hollow of the room. Secondo sat sullen at his desk, pulling out his bottom drawer and retrieving an old, leather-bound ledger. A group photo tucked inconspicuously inside. Between the faded and tattered pages��a totem of times long passed.

He sat back against his chair, looking down at the old Polaroid held in his right glove. Recognizing the handwriting of his elder brother—Samhain celebration. The year written now faded into a smear of ink. With only the faint hint of 19 still visible.

It was bittersweet now to look at it. More bitter than sweet if Secondo was being honest. A group of clergymen, all much younger than they were now, dressed in their best robes for the autumnal festivities. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and even Nihil all in attendance, but it was the man standing just beside Secondo that held his attention. The man that held that bitter taste that lingered in Secondo’s mouth. James, his once good friend and colleague—Marcus’s father.

He had been sitting with the knowledge of Marcus's lineage for weeks. Holding in close to the chest while he waited for the right time to reveal it to his brothers. Debating to himself on whether or not Marcus would be safe if he chose to reveal it to the whole of the Ministry. After all he wasn’t the only one who James had betrayed. 

Staring at them in the picture. The perfect portrait of gluttonous fools who were high and mighty in both their lust for power and pursuit of sin. Each of them at one time like brothers to one another. Even James who at one time even Nihil considered a “son”. 

The pain of his betrayal still ached deep inside Secondo. A thought he had worked hard to push deep in the recesses of his mind. Finally, he became sick of looking at it. Crumbling up the photo in his hand and tossing in the dusty forgotten corner of the room. 

“Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?” he whispered to himself before finishing up the watered-down spirits in his glass. Just as he resigned to moving on with his work, there came a knock at the door. Secondo letting out a deep sigh as he called them in. His brothers just on time. 

“Fratello. You asked to see us.” Primo said, stepping into the office. Head held high and prideful as expected. He was always such a source of knowledge and reassurance for Secondo. Having practically raised both him and Terzo for their entire childhood, Primo was a father figure unlike anything Nihil could ever be.

“That I did, thank you for coming. I know it's a busy afternoon for us all.” he acknowledged watching as Terzo came following shortly behind. Secondo’s head had already begun to pound. Rubbing at his temples before motioning for his brothers to take a seat—they had much to discuss. 

“What's this about? You know I'm missing confessional for this.” Terzo huffed, slouching down in his chair like a petulant teenager who had convinced himself he had better things to do with his time. His annoying, although all too predictable behavior, sending Secondo and Primo’s eyes both rolling in their skulls. Knowing that the only reason Terzo would be miffed at missing his duties at the confessional, was because he was planning on spending the day fucking inside it. 

“There is a situation that has been brought to my attention and I think you all should know.” Secondo began, his eyes traveling over to the crumpled-up photo. Terzo, noting it. Hopping up from his chair to retrieve it, unwrinkled it to see the daunting image staring back at them. 

“It's…” he began, his mind flashing back to the night of James’s uprising. A night that his head was inches away from being served on a platter. Handing over the photo to Primo for him to see. The air in the room turned ominous as they all sat in a moment of silence. 

“He is Marcus's father.” Secondo admitted, breaking the quiet between them. Both Primo and Terzo's eyes widened at the news. 

“Oh cazzo. You have to be fucking joking.” Terzo sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Secondo's desk. Primo allowed himself to slowly sink back into his chair. The audible sounds of his bones and joints settling filling the space between them. 

“Are you sure?” He asked him, even though he knew that Secondo would not be the one to joke about such a thing. Understanding that for Secondo, it was especially devastating, if their new resident Hellhound and his brother’s unsung lover was the spawn of one of the Ministry’s, and the Emeritus line’s, greatest adversaries.

“I'm sure. He told me himself. Seems that he finally managed to summon a Hellhound of his own.” Secondo explained, exhaling hard with his words.

“More like found her, knocked her up, and took advantage of her, it sounds like.” Terzo hissed.

“Do you think he knows? Is war on the horizon for us?” Primo asked, worried that Marcus's appearance at their Abbey had been no coincidence.

 “You don’t expect James to just come strolling back, do you?” Terzo asked.  

“If he is being used to infiltrate us, I can assure you, he knows nothing of it.” Secondo groaned, realizing what Primo was implying. It was certainly something he himself had considered in the beginning. From the moment Marcus told him, there was always the fear in his mind that they were being set up. However, he couldn’t bring himself to think Marcus was involved. 

His feelings for the wayward dog were growing stronger with each passing day. Though he had yet to fully admit it to anyone. Maybe Marcus was trying to get close to him in order to give his father the upper hand. It would be his former best friend who would be most devastated to be betrayed once more by him again. He just couldn't bear to think it—something told him Marcus was genuine.  

“Aware or not…this spells trouble. We need to talk to him, find out more…”

“In time Terzo, I don’t think it would be wise to bring it up before the celebrations. Maybe after—until then we will need to keep our eyes open and our ears to the ground. I suggest we notify the clergy of possible threats and have the ghouls keep a keen eye out until we know more.” 

“I agree, no need to ruin the Hunter's Moon Hunt over sheer speculation.” Primo began, rising up from the chair so that he and Terzo could get things settled, “but fratello, make no mistake, we have to do something soon.”

“Agreed.” Secondo nodded as they headed out the door. 

The night sky was illuminated with brilliant shades of indigo, amber, and vermillion. The sun, having begun to set as the Hunter’s Moon hung high in the above. The enchantment, circling the grounds, emanating a haunting, green light. It had become something of a sport for the Abbey to celebrate this night. The night of the Hunter’s Moon—a time honored tradition. 

It started as a celebration of the feral nature of all Hell beasts. A time when their powers would be at their utmost capacity. Usurping the otherwise willfulness of them to be tamed—to follow commands. Now it had now become an opportunity for bets placed and gleeful indulgence. Everyone, excited to see who would be caught and when. 

The ghouls would be “hunted”—chased down and caught once again by their prospective Papas. The evenings celebrations, all culminating in a night of sin, power, and depending on the relationship between them, carnal desires and lust. The entirety of the Abbey, benefiting from the Hellish impulses and debauchery the night created. A perfect and proper display of their faithfulness of sin, meant to please Lucifer himself. And tonight, Marcus would officially join the pack.

Far down in the bowels of the Abbey, the dungeons were filled with ghouls. All of them snapping and snarling as they waited for Sister Imperator's command for the gates to be open. Releasing them onto the grounds while Primo, Secondo, and Terzo awaited them. Cardinal Copia, along with Aether and Dew and the rest of the newly summoned ghouls watching in awe. Their time to come once Copia would be allowed to ascend. Leaving them for now to be delighted spectators to the night's events. 

“Well now.” Primo remarked, noting the list of ghouls taking place in the hunt. “I see that although Copia brought him in, Sister is allowing the Hellhound to run for you huh fratello.” he finished, smirking at Secondo. The three Emeritus sons already prepared to take off on horseback after their ghouls. Like an old English foxhunt, ready to capture their prey. 

“I think we all know why.” Terzo jabbed back, “...seems the old man has grown quite smitten with the puppy.” 

“Ah…non riferirti a lui in quel modo.” Primo chided, worried about Terzo's lack of decorum towards their brother’s new charge. 

“It is alright Primo. It's a term of endearment...I think.” Secondo winked, knowing that the ghouls too called Marcus, “puppy”. A friendly nickname given to the new guy who they had only ever accepted as their own. 

“Whatever you say then fratello.” Primo nodded as Aether, Dew, Copia, and Sister Imperator approached them. The mass of siblings, clergy, and remaining ghouls, all filing in on the back courtyard as they waited. 

The sound of anxious hoofs, shifting around on the old stone pavement echoed in the cold autumn night. Secondo exhaled as he waited patiently, his breath just visible in the air. All of them all bundled in their winter vestments. The hint of pinkened noses noted just beneath the brother’s papal paints.  

“Well now, have we all placed our bets?” Copia asked, smiling with his ledger and quill ready in hand. He was honored to be serving as unofficial bookie for the event. The Ministry, choosing to “look the other way” at the betting practice. It was a position that had long since been held by the Ministry treasurer. Which at this time, and for many years now, had just so happened to be the Cardinal. 

“We all know who's getting caught first.” Terzo chuckled, popping his neck from side to side, ready to ride. 

“That's because the two of you just want to fuck each other's brains out… no respect for the sport of it.” Primo scoffed. It was always Omega, Terzo’s ghoul and lover, that was caught first. The two of them barely able to contain themselves long enough before they would spend the evening entangled with one another, and usually a very willing sister, deep in the western wood. Showing more appreciation for lustful endeavors than they ever did for the Hunter's Moon celebration itself. 

“Pff.” Terzo shrugged, smirking once more as he still knew it was true. The youngest Emeritus son winking to Sister Jillian who stood amongst the crowd. The obvious choice for their lascivious plans with her ample bosom and bedroom eyes.

With Omega surely on his way to being “caught” first, it was more exciting to see who would be caught last—the one to hold out the longest. Would it be one of Primo or Secondo's ghouls? Would Marcus even have a chance of out running Secondo? Only the night would tell. 

“Ok last call for bets!” Copia announced as he finished up inscribing the last bit of guesses from the siblings and, although she was officially not supposed to, Sister Imperator. Who had discreetly managed to slip Aether a 20. 

“My money's on the dog." she winked. Aether, chuckling to himself as he quickly took the bill from her and made his way over to Copia. 

“Best betting pool the Abbey has seen in decades.” Father Jim delighted as he Copia and Dew stood at the bottom of the steps in the courtyard. Aether approached them, sending a wink to Copia as he handed him the money. Nodding in Sister’s direction as Copia immediately caught on. Jotting down her initials in the ledger. 

“Sí, Mammon would certainly be proud.” Copia said, nodding as well back towards her.

Marcus was absolutely feral. Teeth bared as drool rolled from within his mouth. His full Hellhound visage on display. Staying true in form along with all the ghouls around him. Their usual glamours, falling to the wayside as they all roared, hissed, and growled. Ready for the indication that the hunt had begun. Releasing them from their hold within the dungeons. 

“That old man better be ready” he growled. Pacing back and forth along the dirt floor.

“Don’t get too cocky, Cucciolo. That old man is one of the best I have ever seen.” Earth snapped. Playfully nipping at Marcus like they were a pair of hyper littermates. Playing with one another to prepare for the hunt. Marcus’s tail, wagging with excitement as he waited anxiously for things to begin. 

Then it happened, the shot rang out from Sister Imperator’s gilded pistol and the gates lifted. Unleashing them onto the Abbey grounds. Taking off full force into the woods beyond them. Only moments could they hear Sister Imperators voice on the megaphone.

“Let the Hunter’s Moon Hunt begin!” she called, allowing the Papas now to take off after them. Following them deep into the woods to be tracked and caught. Marcus began panting and howling as he ran. Deeper and deeper into these woods he had only recently come to know. Still a novice as he allowed his wild nature to take over—guide him on his way. 

He had never felt so alive. The cold wind, flowing through his hair as he ran. The light of the moon, highlighting his silhouette in an eerie reddened hue. Marcus, feeling his true power. What it really meant to be a Hellhound for the first time in his life. Unabashed, wild—free.

I don’t care what the others might say. The old man will never catch me, he thought. Reveling in this newfound freedom. Losing himself as he began frolicking, prancing, and running. Paying little attention as each of the Papas managed to capture a ghoul or two around him.

Marcus didn’t care. He was thrilled to remain uncaught. Feeling smug with his ability to evade his would-be captor. Feeling confident enough in his lead to stop. Hollowing up at the orange devil in the sky. Barking and running in circles when he heard the faint snap of a twig from behind him. It was Secondo, jumping down off his horse to pursue him on foot. The “old man was surprisingly fast for his age.  

“You will only get so far, Cucciolo! My track record is perfect.” Secondo yelled into the woods, only seeing a small speck of his target running in front of him. 

“Sure, old man, we'll see about that!” Marcus snarked, tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted his way up a hill.

A group of ghouls; Water, Earth, Alpha, and some of the others joined him on each side. All of them happily ran beside him. Stopping again for only a moment together to howl at the moon.

“Gotcha!” Terzo beamed, snagging up Omega swiftly and with ease. The big ghoul, who had shockingly held out longer than expected, melted into his Papa's touch as they kissed against a tree. Marcus couldn’t help but blush at their fervidness and passion. Wondering if he would allow himself to be caught. If only just to have Secondo once more in his arms, his mouth—.

Back at the Abbey’s courtyard, the crowd waited for the return of the ghouls and Marcus. Primo proudly had caught all of his ghouls in record time. Terzo was still, as expected, in the middle of the woods with Omega. Sister Jillian, now suspiciously missing from the rest of the group. Secondo too had managed to retrieve everyone—everyone except Marcus. 

“Cucciolo! Torna qui, piccolo stronzo!” Secondo yelled out. The whole of the Abbey listened as he spouted his frustrations in strings of profane Italiano. His boisterous rant pouring over the wind scorched trees and echoing towards them. The lot of them, amused at his vexation. 

Secondo couldn’t care less what they thought. Still hoping to get the jump on his new pet. The young Hellhound, however, was proving to be more of a challenge than he'd imagined. Feeling the age difference between them in a way he never had before.  

“How long should we let this go on?” Copia asked, struggling to hold back his own amusement. Watching as Marcus managed to evade Secondo's every move. His tail wagging behind him as Marcus did everything he could to mess with him. The siblings, clergy, and the rest of the ghouls all became dizzy as they watched Marcus running in circles around one another. 

“Just a bit longer….one of them will fall out.” Sister Imperator hummed, satisfied with the turn of events. Reaching back to grab her lump sum of winnings from behind her from Aether as she smirked. 

“When this is over I am never letting you off the leash again.” Secondo hissed. Angrily tapping the wrapped-up leash between his hands as he saw Marcus along the precipice of the woods. 

“Is that so?” Marcus grinned, running back inside. Secondo gritted his teeth. He needed to catch his willful pup, lest he’d never hear the end of the ribbing from his brothers. He yanked back on the reins, tapping his horse. 

“Yah!” Secondo yelled, the horse taking off fast after Marcus. The sound of its hoofs, loud in Secondo’s ears. Gaining on Marcus quickly. Delighted that he finally seemed to be slowing down. 

“Oh fuck!” Marcus yelped, looking over his shoulder to see Secondo following closely behind. He continued to run, flying past the blur of trees and brush. Secondo, still maintaining a close distance behind him when suddenly the sound of hoofs stopped. Marcus halting in his position and slowly turning around. 

Sniffing the air around him for Secondo’s scent. The air, so muddied with the scent of all the rest of the ghouls and the Papas, including Secondo, that it was almost impossible to discern him. Marcus, panting hard as he frantically searched his surroundings for a sign of movement. His ears piqued to any noise from within the trees. Reverting to his human form, wiped from all his expended energy. 

“Gotcha!” Secondo proclaimed, snatching Marcus up by his collar and throwing him up against an old corkwood tree. Marcus, turning to face him as their mouths came crashing together like ferocious waves. Tasting, needing—desperate for one another. 

“I need you.” Marcus moaned. As Secondo began undoing his belt. Marcus naked as the day he was born in the chilling air. The heat between them, keeping him warm.

 “I need you too.” Secondo groaned as he freed his hard cock from his pants. Leaking and throbbing with his intentions. Marcus practically salivating at the sight of him. 

“Then take me.” Marcus purred, turning around to rub his ass against the swelling of him. 

“I will do with you as I please.” Secondo hissed, attaching the leach to Marcus’s collar as he licked his lips. Sinking his own teeth into his young lover's shoulder—asserting himself as the dominant one between them. 

“Ah fuck.” Marcus mewled. Secondo, already nudging his cock against the tightly ribbed opening. Using his hand to smear the wealth of precum along his shaft. Easing his swift gliding straight into Marcus’s ass.

“Make no mistake. You belong to me now.” Secondo groaned as he began fucking him. His cock, quickly spreading out his hole to house him deep inside. Withdrawing back only to slam harder and deeper inside him.  

“Mmm…yes Papa….” Marcus moaned, bending further forward. His new position, allowing Secondo deeper inside. 

“Such a good pet you are, taking my cock so well. I’ve dreamt of this moment.” 

“Mmm...Secondo…ah! Fuck me too.” Marcus cried out as Secondo reached around to take Marcus's cock in his still gloved hand. The cool leather slick from Secondo’s cum along Marcus’s shaft. 

“That's right you little mutt, cum for your Papa. Cum in my hand while I cum in your ass.” Secondo demanded as he yanked back on Marcus’s leash once more. Railing him into complete submission. The sounds of his lap pounding against Marcus’s ass surely heard all the way back at the Abbey.  

“Oh yes! Yes!” Marcus called out, tears streaming down his face with the mix of pain and pleasure. Secondo, buried deep in his asshole. Practically impaling him on him, pressing hard along his weak spot. Marcus, quickly cumming all over Secondo’s hand. Face bright red and eyes almost crossed as he burst in his hand. 

Soon Secondo too couldn’t help but cum. Thrusting and pounding harder and harder until the warm liquid from Marcus’s orgasm ran over his wrist. The feel of it sending him over as he slammed Marcus’s ass down hard against his lap. Pouring ropes of cum deep in the back of him. 

When it was all said and done, they both laid spent on the ground. Breathing, slowly settling as Marcus laid his hand against Secondo’s warm chest. His Papa, wrapping them both in his vestments as best he could. The cold, now beginning to settle in as the sweat from their efforts evaporated from their skin. 

“You were amazing tonight.” Secondo hummed. 

“Really?” Marcus asked, a bit surprised that Secondo was so impressed with him. Both of them, still reveling in descent from their orgasms. 

“Truly. Everyone else had been caught tonight before you. You should be proud, Cucciolo.�� Secondo explained. Marcus felt warm inside. Proud of himself for his efforts but completely enamored with Secondo that the victory paled in comparison. 

“Thank you.” was all he could muster. Secondo, pulling out a cigarillo to puff on before they’d head back in. 

“You’re welcome.” Secondo began when the post-coital reality began to set in. There was still so much to learn about Marcus—and if he truly knew about his father. Secondo knew he would have to tell him, but tonight was certainly not the night. For now, he would enjoy this moment between them—a rare moment of happiness.

“Happy first Hunter’s Moon.” Marcus smiled in his adorable naive, but charming tone. 

“Happy Hunter’s Moon.”

Notes: Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?- Satan, could he really be trying to come back? non riferirti a lui in quel modo.-do not refer to him like that.  Cucciolo-Puppy torna qui, piccolo stronzo- come back here you little shit.

[pascalove]

~*⭑☽Strange Magic☾⭑*~

Strange Magic, Chapter One

[Marcus Pike x OFC]

Summary: Marcus has long since settled into his job as head of the Art Crime Department in D.C. Putting his love-life on the back burner, he focuses instead on work. Unfortunately, the case Marcus and his team are currently working on has them stumped. When they bring in a consultant to help with the case, Marcus meets a mysterious woman who changes his life.

Rating: M [18+]

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: A single (1) curse word, very brief mention of blood, mentions of food/eating, vague mentions of general witchery (let me know if I missed anything!)

A/N: Here, I did a thing and I'm tired of staring at it~lol I haven't really written anything in..yeaarss, so I'd love to hear your feedback! This story is a fever dream created after binging too much TV whilst sick and wondering how our beloved Marcus P. would handle being tossed into a world with magic and soulmates and past lives! This chapter is dedicated to @tinyearthrose​ for always supporting me and my silly little ramblings! 💕 & a big thank you to @pedro-pascal-love​ for making several beared!Marcus Pike gifs for our viewing pleasure 😌

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[Marcus' POV]

Marcus scrubs a hand across his face as he leans back in his chair, stretching his stiff muscles and emitting a long sigh. He had spent the better part of the morning pouring over evidence from the case he and his department were currently on. The Mullins Case, aptly named after its victim, had come to a grinding halt, leaving Marcus stumped and quite frustrated after weeks of work. Nothing seemed to add up quite right, and though he was under pressure to close the case, he had no definitive answer and was not ready to give up just yet.

A knock at his door pulls Marcus from his thoughts. Shit. What time was it? He fixes his tie and rakes a hand through his hair before calling for them to come in.

“Pike?” One of his colleagues calls from behind the door before pushing it open. “I’ve got that consultant that Jameson told us about.” A woman trails behind his colleague, eyeing Marcus’ office with interest as she steps into the room. The energy in the room shifts at her entrance. Marcus’ breath catches in his throat and he swears his heart literally skips a beat when his eyes land on the woman. Her skin seems to glow, and he cannot take his eyes off of hers, brilliant and practically sparkling even in the dull of his office, even when she had yet to make eye contact with him. Her hair is dark with loose curls falling around her face and melting down across her shoulders. A teal dress hugs her shoulders and flows out around her, cutting off near her knees — one last vestige of summer before cooler winds usher in autumn. There is something familiar about the woman, though Marcus is sure he has never met her before in his life. His neck begins to get hot as he realizes that he has been staring.

Marcus rises to greet her, extending his hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Special Agent Marcus Pike.” A warm smile is on her face as she gives him her name in return. Oona. The sound of her name rolling from her tongue is a sweet melody in Marcus’ ears. As their hands make contact, a spark runs through his body, a small jolt running up his arm and straight to his chest. It almost hurts.

“So, I hear you need some help with a case?” Her tone is breezy as she moves to sit in one of the chairs placed in front of Marcus’ desk. His colleague had left them and once Marcus had closed the door and ensured the blinds were shut tight, he stood over her shoulder, hands in his pockets. She has a picture pinched between her fingers as she peers at the glossy print. It depicts an apparent human sacrifice, the body not fully in view, instead focused on the etchings on the floor. Blood is splattered on the dark hardwood flooring and several more sigils were drawn on the floor with what appeared to be paint. Her eyebrows furrow as she drops the picture back on the desk and switches it out for another. Marcus remains in his place behind her, hands on his hips now as he watches her curiously. She drops the picture, picks up another, repeats the process.

“...I’ll take this as a yes.” She murmurs, tossing one last picture onto the desk as she leans back in her chair. Marcus sighs and finally takes his place behind the desk. “Any of this making any sense to you?” He asks hopeful, his eyebrows raising in question.

“Not really,” She admits, scooting to the edge of her seat, she uses her pointer finger to indicate the photographs she had studied. “No wonder you need help. None of this makes any sense.” She selects a photo with a clear image of one of the sigils, placing it in front of Marcus. “You don’t need this,” she taps the photo, “if you also have this.” Another carefully selected photo is set down in front of him.

“And this,” She continues, tossing another in front of him, nearly knocking one of the other prints into his lap. “Is from a closed practice,” Her voice switches to an annoyed tone that piques Marcus’ interest. “This is a common sigil used in worship and divination with Aphrodite. These are...Runes? And this is just the hieroglyph for Anubis.” She references more photos scattered across the desk and seems exasperated by the time she finishes with her small rant. Marcus’ mouth is agape as he looks between the photographs and the woman sitting in front of him. He had mostly understood all of what she had said, but it somehow still does not make sense to him.

“You think this is all fake?” He ventures, attempting to read her mind. She shrugs, shaking her head as she stands to get a better look at a different set of photographs and some paperwork that was strewn across his desk. “Dunno…” She hums to herself, eyebrows knitting together once more as she studies the evidence before her. Marcus watches her carefully as she looks everything over, wondering what useful information she was gathering and trying to ignore the weird magnetic tug in his gut. “Am I allowed to take any of this home?” She asks, meeting Marcus’ gaze and sending another jolt of electricity through his body. What is that?

Marcus shakes the feeling and thoughts away, itching at the stubble adorning his chin, still unused to the feeling even after all these months. “I can make you copies of everything you’re allowed to have.” He offers.

“That’d be great, thanks.” She smiles and nods before plucking another photograph from the desk and examining it.

There is an awkward pause before Marcus clears his throat and begins gathering and organizing the evidence cluttering his desk. “So, you’re as stumped as we are, huh?” He raises an eyebrow at her and is pleasantly surprised when he is met with a coy smile.

“More or less,” She shrugs, reaching into her purse and pulling out a small but ornately designed notebook. She turns to a blank page and begins scrawling as she talks, “But after an all-nighter, I won’t be.” She does not bother to look up at him as she continues jotting down notes. Marcus is grateful as it allows him to fully take in the gorgeous smile that has spread across her face.

Before she can look up and catch him staring, Marcus stands, nervously smoothing his suit jacket as he gestures for her to follow him. “We’ll get you copies of everything and you can be on your way.” He ushers her out of his office.

“Trying to get rid of me so soon, Agent Pike?” She teases.

“No,” He chuckles nervously, scratching at the back of his neck. “Just thought you’d like to get a head start on that all-nighter.” He clears his throat. “Uh, just sit tight and I’ll be right back.” He instructs, leaving her at the receptionist’s desk to wait. After several minutes he returns with a Manila folder, a stack of papers tucked neatly inside.

“Here you go,” He a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he hands her the folder. “Give me a call if you find anything?” He pointedly eyes the folder, drawing her attention to a paperclip that, when she opens the file, holds his business card in place. She closes the folder with a smile of her own before tucking it into her purse and slinging the bag over her shoulder.

“Will do,” She gives him a two-fingered mock salute and turns to leave. “I hope you’re a night owl, Agent Pike!” She calls over her shoulder as she saunters away. Marcus watches as her figure disappears around the corner and out of the office, a deep sense of déjà vu washing over him.

 The chirping of Marcus’ cell phone stirs him from sleep, pulling him from a dream that leaves him hazy and confused. He vaguely registers where the noise is emanating from, reaching out to swipe the offensive device from his bedside table.

“‘Lo?” Marcus answers, voice thick with sleep.

“Agent Pike? It’s Oona. Did I wake you?” Comes a chipper voice from the other end of the line. He spares a glance at the clock to see that it is nearly three o’clock in the morning, unable to help the tired sigh that escapes his lips, “D’you find somethin’?”

“Yeah, but-” She pauses, “It might be easier to explain in person. When do you get into the office?” Marcus racks his brain for a moment, wading through his sleep-ladened mind for the answer before responding.

“Great, I’ll see you then!” Marcus hums a ‘goodbye’ but before can hang up and return to the slumber that beckons him, he hears her voice coming through the speaker once more to ask “How do you take your coffee, Agent?”

Marcus’s shoulders sag as he swings open the door to his private office, tossing his keys onto his desk and flipping on the light switch. The rest of the office is empty and Marcus is grateful. He was hoping to get work done before he was inevitably interrupted with his usual duties as head of the art department.

Recently he had been coming in hours early, long before anyone sane would dare walk through the doors of the FBI headquarters, in an attempt to get ahead of the Mullins Case. He found the emptiness of his apartment too quiet, taunting, he was unable to focus, opting instead to work in the office with the bustle of the city below.

Marcus sets his work bag down by his desk and drops heavily into his chair, a yawn escaping as he works his hands through the strands of his messy hair. Since the phone call from Oona at nearly three in the morning, Marcus had not gotten much sleep. He had been plagued with dreams and vague visions that left him tossing and turning, and exhausted. Remembering the phone call, he vaguely wonders when Oona will arrive with coffee. If he does not get caffeine in his system soon, he is going to crash.

As if on command, a soft knock comes from the doorjamb where Oona stands, holding a large coffee in each hand. “Good morning, Agent Pike!” She beams at him, looking pleasantly well-rested as she holds out a cup for him to take.

Marcus yawns out a good morning before taking the cup and taking several large gulps of the black coffee. That weird feeling in Marcus’ stomach comes fluttering back as soon as he sees her again. He tries to ignore the feel of the gravitational pull as he savors the flavor and the scorch of the coffee as it runs down his throat and begins to waken his system.

Not having realized he closed them, Marcus opens his eyes to see Oona observing him, an amused smirk spread across her face. He gives a small, embarrassed smile of his own and clears his throat. “Thanks for the coffee,” he holds his cup up in appreciation. The woman’s smile widens as she takes her place on the other side of Marcus’ desk, pulling her bag off of her shoulder and into her lap.

“Are you hungry?” She asks, producing a small brown paper bag from her purse. Marcus eyes the bag with interest as he nods, taking another sip of coffee. The coffee was good, so good, he could not stop himself from taking several more sips, trying to identify the peculiar flavors. It did not taste like the coffee he typically got from the coffee carts or cafes near the office. There was something different, something..more…

He takes another sip.

Cinnamon?

No.

Sip.

Hazelnut?

No.

Sip.

Marcus is pulled from his dissection of the coffee when Oona holds out a croissant and napkin for him. His stomach growls and he does not hesitate in accepting the offering. “Y’know, I think you’re the best consultant we’ve ever had.” He chuckles before taking a large bite of the treat.

“I got the last two chocolate ones,” Oona brags, taking a bite of her own and humming in appreciation. They both eat and drink their coffee in comfortable silence. Outside, it begins to rain, drawing Oona’s attention. She rises from her chair, coffee in hand, and moves toward the window to gaze out at the city below. Marcus watches her curiously, noting the warm expression melting across her features as she watches fat droplets of rain pour down from the dark, angry sky.

A flash of lightning accompanied closely by its crack of thunder fills the silence of the small room, rain pelting against the side of the building as the storm grows stronger. Marcus vaguely wishes he was closer to the top floor so he could better hear the sound of the rain as it hit the metal roof. A soft, pleasant sound that would surely lull him back to sleep.

Marcus allows his tired eyes to drag over the woman’s profile, eyes tracing over the soft pout of her lips. There was still something so familiar about her, yet he could not put his finger on it. Who is she? The thought burrows into his brain, tugging at his heart, and making his stomach do flips.

He tries to remind himself of what happened the last time he felt like this.

He tries to remind himself of what happens when he falls hard and quick and tries to follow his heart.

He tries to remind himself of all of this as he tries to ignore the feelings flooding his system.

Marcus pops the last piece of his croissant in his mouth, brushing his hands together over the trash to get rid of the crumbs. He does not want to dwell on the incessant nagging of that familiar feeling.

“So,” He begins, drawing Oona’s attention from the rain. “What did you find?”

Oona turns toward him, giving the scene outside one last longing glance before taking her seat once more. “Right, soo…” She pauses to pull the Manila folder from her bag, looking much thinner than when Marcus had given it to her the day before. Her fingers dance over several documents before producing a photo of a deep red monochromatic painting, placing it on the desk in front of Marcus. “Are you familiar with this painting?” She asks, tapping the photograph.

At first glance, Marcus does not recognize the painting, but he takes a moment to study the photograph anyway. He does remember the abstract painting from the evidence logged for the crime scene. He tells her as much, adding on “We assumed it was from a newer artist. Not on our radar, not important when…” He trails off, shrugging lightly as he folds his arms over his chest.

“Not when you’ve got such high-profile paintings in the mix,” Oona finishes for him.

“Yeah,” Marcus nods, looking down at the photograph in front of him. “So why’s this one important?”

Oona smirks at him, a smirk that says she knows something he does not, more than just the painting. “Because it’s the mark.”

“The what?” Marcus’s brow knit together in confusion, watching as Oona simply pulls more photos and documents from the folder. She lays them out on the table.

“This painting has appeared in three other homicides,” She points to the photographic evidence as she talks. Marcus chews on his lip as he studies the evidence before him, wondering how she got evidence from two different cases. He had only given her copies of safe or redacted evidence pertaining to the Mullins Case. One of the photos was definitely evidence from another case within the art department — an unsolved one that Marcus has a smaller team working on. Marcus pinches a photograph between his fingers and brings it closer to his face to study. The other evidence appears to be from a case from a different department altogether. His eyebrows pull together as he lowers the photograph. “How did you—”

“I have my ways,” Oona cuts him off with a wave of her hand. Marcus peers at her suspiciously, sitting back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest once more. The woman sitting before him gives him another knowing look as she sips her coffee. “You’re not the only department I help out,” She relents.

Marcus lets out a breath he did not realize he was holding as he leans forward in his chair again, elbows on the desk. “So, what, they buy the painting and then send a hitman after them?”

“Sort of…” Oona answers, and for the first time, she sounds unsure of herself.

Interesting.

“Why bother with the painting at all? Just send a hired hand.” Marcus counters.

“To steal the other paintings in their collection?” Oona shrugs.

“But they didn’t even bother stealing all of them.” Only specific pieces had been stolen from each crime scene, leaving behind other priceless works of art along with the mysterious monochromatic painting.

“Why didn’t they steal all of them?” She asks.

Marcus shrugs honestly, “We don’t know.”

Oona hums in disappointment, pulling out a list of the paintings stolen from each of the crime scenes. “I was hoping you could help with that part. There isn’t anything that connects them?” She holds up the list for Marcus, who takes it and scans it over. “I don’t know shit about art,” She continues, catching Marcus’ eye as he looks up from the list to smirk in amusement at her crassness. “Sorry,” she mutters a halfhearted apology. “But they have no obvious connection that I could find.”

She was right, of course — Marcus and his team could find no connection, either. However, having a compiled list of the works stolen, information from another department that Marcus would not otherwise have had access to… gives him an idea.

Marcus suddenly taps on his keyboard, his computer whirring to life as he swivels in his chair to face the monitor. He drops the list back to the table before quickly typing in his password and opening several programs on his computer. He notices Oona watching him with interest from across the desk, but she makes no move to peer over at his screen. She remains in her seat and waits patiently, drinking the last of her coffee while Marcus works in silence.

After several minutes, Marcus has the information to confirm his suspicion. He grins in triumph and turns to Oona to share his new findings. “The paintings were all stolen in a heist fifteen years ago.” He explains, faltering momentarily when he notices the way her gaze drags from his lips to meet his eyes, a flush creeping up her cheeks. Marcus is hit with a wave of déjà vu, overcome with a feeling of familiarity so powerful it almost makes him dizzy.

“You think the owner is stealing their paintings back?” Oona asks. “Well, it’s clear someone wants revenge.” He steadies himself in his chair, pushing the déjà vu aside. “But they were stolen from an auction house, hours before they were supposed to go up for auction.” Oona’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise before furrowing as she appears to ponder this information. She begins rummaging around in her bag while Marcus goes back to the computer, continuing with his research and trying his damndest to ignore the buzzing in his ears.

Mid-afternoon hits by the time Marcus and Oona take a break. They had worked quietly as a team all morning, each doing their own work and research, Marcus making several phone calls. He was still waiting to hear back from one of his contacts when his stomach growled, that is when he finally looked at his watch and noticed the time.

Marcus looks up from his watch to where Oona is standing near a whiteboard covered in photos of the missing paintings. There are lines and notes and even little symbols scrawled over the board, connecting paintings and depicting important information. She had been practically giddy when asking Marcus to use the whiteboard tucked away in the corner of his office, and he was treated to the most beautiful smile when he told her yes.

Marcus wanted to see that smile again.

“Hey,” He clears his throat, pulling Oona’s attention. “You hungry?” “Starving!” She replies instantly, earning a chuckle from Marcus at such an enthusiastic response.

“You wanna take a break? Get out of the office and go get some food?” Marcus asks, hopeful.

He could not shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere. Maybe he had just seen her around the building, passing through the hall… But he was sure he would remember. He would remember those eyes, deep pools of moss framed by long, dark lashes. He would remember the pout of her lips, the way she stalked through the office with confidence.

“You asking me on a date, Agent Pike?” Oona teases, waggling her eyebrows dramatically, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“It’s the least I could do after keeping you here all morning.” Marcus shrugs and smiles innocently. If he was being honest with himself, he would like to take her out on a date. He had not been out since he moved to the city, after the breakup with Lisbon. He had given up on searching for love, opting instead to focus on work. But the woman sitting before him stirs something in him that he has not felt in a long time. As much as he tried to ignore it all morning, there was a part of him that could not let her walk out of his life as suddenly as she walked in. He could not let her go.

Marcus was not technically allowed to take her out on a date, but he could do the next best thing and take her for lunch. Colleagues go out for lunch. Right?

“C’mon, let me take you to lunch.” He urges.

Oona taps a finger to her lips and seems to consider his offer for a moment, a moment too long for Marcus’ liking. But then she gives him a honey-sweet smile that causes his stomach to do a flip and he has his answer.

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[finestmoment]

autumn hadn't been the same since that night with zion. she was trying her best to hold herself together, but she was unraveling behind the scenes. eli left to go to work and she grabbed her things to leave. when she was heading to her car, she saw marcus pull in and a part of her wanted to ignore him, but she decided to wave. "i'm just leaving. eli has a night shift."

[finestmoment]

beau was keeping an eye on eli, but he knew something was going on with him and autumn and just in case she was dying, he wanted him to have a moment with her. he was tending to tori's wounds when they heard the ambulance pulling up outside. autumn was looking between marcus and eli and she no longer felt guilt about loving them both, especially knowing she was dying. she cried holding weakly onto them. "i love you." she said to marcus, searching his eyes. she leaned up a little and he came down the rest of the way and she kissed his lips softly. she looked at eli after and her eyes were saying the same thing. a part of her wanted to kiss him, but her eyes started to flutter shut before she could even make a decision.

marcus shook his head when autumn said she was dying and tears stained his eyes. "no, no you're not, don't say that." he held her tighter when she said she was scared and it was breaking his heart piece by piece. "i'm right here...i got you." marcus was startled by another gunshot but this time it was beau who shot victor and marcus felt a wave of relief. but his girlfriend, his brother, and his sister were all hurt and it was killing him, he began to think if he had stayed at the house like eli told him to, autumn wouldn't be dying in his arms. "fuck, he got my leg, its not that bad though." once eli realized what happened to autumn he didn't even think about the fact that his leg was searing with pain, all he was focused on was autumn. beau tried to keep him still but eli wouldn't and he did his best to get over to autumn and held her head in his hands. "autumn...hey, you're going to be okay, just stay with us, okay? please?" eli was losing a lot of blood himself but all he could think about was autumn.

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California Beach House with Beautiful Coastal Interiors

  Built by Patterson Custom Homes and with architecture by Brandon Architects ( I completely recommend them if you’re in California!), this Corona Del Mar, California beach house features one of the most beautiful interiors I have seen lately.

As you will see here, this home is not huge, but the well-designed spaces make the most of every square foot. The home features an open main floor with a stunning kitchen and upstairs you will find a gorgeous master bedroom and bathroom that is perfect to relax in after a long day.

Start pinning your favorite pictures and get ready to fall in love. This home will steal your heart!

  California Beach House with Beautiful Coastal Interiors

Exterior features single siding, board and batten and custom trim work.

Shingle Siding: Eastern Red Cedar shingles, topped with Cabot Bleaching Oil.

Exterior Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Exterior Stone: Eldorado Rough Cut – Autumn Leaf. The pilasters feature custom irrigated planters – similar here, here, here, here & here.

Landscape includes wax leaf privets, grass, and succulents.

Front Door Set: Emtek Baden.

Courtyard

This inviting courtyard features a custom floating bench against flower beds. Flooring is acid washed concrete.

The custom fireglass firepit features stone surround with Granite top – similar here, here, here, here & here.

Balcony

The balcony custom trim matches the detail on the fence.

Windows

Windows are Jeld- Wen Premiun Series, Aluminum Clad.

Home-Sweet-Home

The interior paint color is Dunn Edwards DE6213 Fine Grain; which is a light tan/greige paint color. This neutral color feels neutral, beachy and it works well with almost any type of light.

The fireplace features horizontal tongue and groove.

Chandelier

Chandelier is Visual Comfort (also available here).

Fireplace Dimensions: Dimensions: 46 – 1/ 8 W x 35 – 7/16H x 18 – 3/16 D  – Framing Dimensions: 4 6 – 5/8 (W) x 35 – 5/8 (H) x 17 – 7/8 (D)

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Fireplace Stone

Fireplace Surround Stone: Calcutta Marble.

Kitchen

Isn’t this a dreamy kitchen? Notice that it’s not too big, but it’s truly well-planned. Wall paint color continues to be Dunn Edwards DE6213 Fine Grain.

Kitchen Island

The kitchen island is Rift Oak, face framed.

Similar Counterstool: Here (affordable!)

Refrigerator Bar Pulls: Here.

Perimeter Countertop

Perimeter countertop is Pewter Quartz, Mitered Edge.

Range is a 48″ Wolf Dual Fuel – similar here.

Dishwasher: Bosch SGV68U53UC.

Hardware: RH – Similar Pulls: here (7″) or here (5″). Similar Knobs: here – These are beautifully made and quite affordable hardware- often recommended by interior designers.

Herringbone Backsplash

Backsplash tile is Akdo ¼ Herringbone in Dove Gray –  similar here, here & here. Other Beautiful Herringbone Tiles: here, here (marble), here, here, here & here.

Kitchen Hood

The kitchen hood is Modern – Aire Custom 48 ” Hood – similar here.

Kitchen Cabinetry

Cabinets are Paint Grade, Face framed throughout with upper cabinets with X insets. Paint color is Dunn Edwards DET649 Carrara in semi-gloss.

Kitchen Ceiling

Kitchen ceiling features real reclaimed wood beams and Tongue and Groove.

Island Countertop

The island countertop is White Quartz, Caesarstone Calacatta Nuvo, Mitered Edge.

Kitchen Sink

Kitchen sink is by Franke.

Kitchen Lighting

Kitchen Pendants: Visual Comfort (Small) – similar here (more affordable).

Kitchen Faucet

Kitchen faucet is Aquabrass – similar here & here.

Dining Room

The kitchen opens directly to the dining room and family room (on right).

Dining Chairs: Host Chairs – Side Chairs.

Hardwood Flooring

Hardwood flooring throughout the house is 7” Wide – Random Length – engineered European oak, light wire brush, light with Matte Oil Finish – similar here (this one is very similar!) & here (lighter).

Dining Room Inspiration

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Chandelier

Dining Room Chandelier is RH Modern Milos – similar here & here.

Rope Mirror

Mirror: Here, Here, Here & Here.

Similar Console Table: Here.

Teal Throw: Here & Here.

Staircase

The staircase features White Oak threads, White Oak handrail and vertical tongue and groove paneling.

Wine Cellar

The under stair wine cellar features stone slab walls, vintage-style wine racks and custom glass enclosure and door.

Racks

Similar wine racks can be found here.

Trim Paint Color

Trim and Millwork Paint Color: Dunn Edwards DET649 Carrara.

Staircase Lighting

Lighting is custom – similar here, here & here.

Staircase Threads

Treads are 1” thick solid white oak to match wood floor.

Laundry Room

Countertop is Absolute Black Granite.

Beautiful Mini-Brick Tile: here & here.

Washer & Dryer: Electrolux (set).

Faucet: Kohler (great & affordable!).

Sink: Kohler.

Shiplap Bathroom

The secondary bathrooms feature horizontal shiplap. Cabinet paint color is Dunn Edwards DET649 Carrara and countertop is Honed Pacific White Marble – Edge detail: 1 ½” miter with 6” backsplash.

Mirror: Custom – similar Mirror: Here, Here (Weathered Oak) & Here (White & Wood)

Floor Tile: Arabesque Crackle – similar here.

Faucet: Lacava –  Beautiful Modern Faucets: here, here, here, here, here, here (for vessel sinks), here & here.

Sink: Kohler.

Toilet: Toto.

Artwork: here – similar here.

Herringbone Shower Tile

Shower tile is Polar Crackle Herringbone – similar here.

Bunk Room

Chandelier: Hudson Valley – 24″ – Old Bronze.

Similar Chesterfield Tufted Bunk Bed: here, here & here. Other Beautiful Bunk Beds: Here.

White Dressers: Here (affordable), Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, Here & Here.

Rug: Here.

Paint Color

Paint color is Dunn Edwards DE6213.

Bathroom

Bathroom countertop is Black Leather Zimbabwe – 1 – 1/2 miter edge with 5” backsplash at counter.  Floor tile is Thassos Bardiglio hex tile. Beautiful Marble Hex Tiles: here, here & here.

Shiplap paint color is Dunn Edwards DEW382 Faded Gray (flat).

Mirror: Custom – Similar Here (Weathered Oak) & Here (White & Wood)

Faucet: Newport Brass.

Sink: Kohler.

Toilet: Toto.

Master Bedroom Paint Color

Dunn Edwards DE6226 Foggy Day (flat).

Similar Table Lamps: Here.

Master Bedroom Chandelier

Chandelier is Hudson Valley – 9 Lights.

Master Bathroom

The master bathroom wall paint color is Dunn Edwards Foggy Day and cabinets are Dunn Edwards Carrara. Countertop is White Quartz, Caesarstone Calacatta Nuvo with 5” backsplash.

Faucet: California Faucets –  similar here.

Sink: Kohler.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Mirrors: Custom – similar Mirrors: here, here, here & here.

Toilet (on right): Toto.

Shower

Wall slab is White Quartz, Caesarstone Calacatta Nuvo.

Floor Tile: 6” white Thassos border (similar here) with White Thassos herringbone 2×12 – similar here.

Accent Tile: 4×16 Interstyle ORE Mica – similar here.

Round Rain Showerhead: 10″ Jaclo. Similar Complete Set: here.

Hand Shower: California Faucets – similar here.

Shower Bench

Shower bench is also Quartz, Caesarstone Calacatta Nuvo.

Shower Drain: Infinity.

Freestanding Tub

The freestanding tub is BainUltra BEVLOF00T-01 Evanescence – similar here, here, here, here & here.

Tub Filler: Lacava – similar here & here.

Chandelier: Hudson Valley.

Floor Tile

Floor tile is White Thassos herringbone.

Roof Deck

Deck is Trex decking system.

Outdoor Kitchen

Countertop is Tristone Silverwood Granite. Notice the ocean view!!!

Faucet: Newport Brass – in Stainless Steel.

Sink: Kohler.

A Place to Relax

Isn’t this a perfect place to relax? I love the comfy outdoor chairs and the custom firepit.

Similar Outdoor Wicker Furniture: Here.

Great Outdoor Pillows: Here & Here.

  Builder: Patterson Custom Homes (Instagram)

Architect: Brandon Architects (Instagram)

Furnishing Selection: Jennifer Bevan interiors 

Photographer: @ryangarvin

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[finestmoment]

autumn was cuddling marcus nearly the entire day and they finally dedided to join his family in the living room. she was happy to see eli and a part of her felt a little bit giddy about it, but she tried to push those feelings down for marcus' sake. "how long are you going to be missing work?" autumn asked, watching as marcus was pouring them drinks.

[finestmoment]

autumn was feeling a little loopy after her surgery, it took her a few minutes to understand where she was and what had happened. her family was with her, but marcus had been desperate to get to her and they were willing to give them some privacy. when he came into her room, autumn frowned, the only thing she could remember was their fight. she knew she had fucked up and it killed her that she hurt marcus like that.

[finestmoment]

eli had a date over and autumn was with marcus. they were cuddling in his room and she couldn't help but eavesdrop a little bit on their conversation. it was hard seeing eli touch someone else and hold her hand. when the girl left, autumn was dying to ask questions. marcus was making food for them and autumn popped into the living room. "how was your date?" she smiled, but inside it felt weird to ask.

[finestmoment]

autumn felt guilt ridden about how things went with eli and she just wanted to talk to him. even if she was happy spending time with marcus, it was still bothering her. when she knocked on their door, jackson answered and autumn could see marcus was sitting on the couch with cassie and eli was in the kitchen. "i was hoping i could talk to eli..." autumn politely asked jackson, she looked over his shoulder and it was obvious that there was some tension in the house right now between the boys.

[finestmoment]

when autumn and eli got to the hospital, autumn was worried sick, but her and marcus had left things off on a weird note. ana went right up to eli when he walked in and wrapped her arms around him. "he got shot." she started sobbing against him and autumn frowned. "i don't know anything yet. my parents are coming too, they’re on their way.”