#waiting on the transporting tubes to be made...

[itsmeowlee]

The waiting game(2)

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 1: "If you cry we'll go easy on you."

T/W: Minor whumpee, medical whump, begging, crying

A/N: They do get longer after Day 1 and 2, but for now, a little flavour of the type of fun in store for the rest of the month~

“Let me go! Let me GO!” 

“Quit it, control! We haven’t even gotten you to your room yet.”

Despite my furious fight, they soon manage to drag me inside,  kicking and thrashing into the tiny cell. I struggle with every ounce of limited energy that I possess. My nails tear and scratch like a feral stray. I all but scream my lungs out in protest as they haul me over to the bed. The straps are already open and waiting — waiting for me.

"No — nngh  — get off!”

“What’s the matter, subject? You scared?”

A chorus of amused laughs ripple across the room.

“Heh. If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.” I thrash my head in protest.

You won’t see me cry.

"Whatever. Strap him down already."

Those callous words do nothing to ease my fear. 

“N-no! Stop — NO!” Shrieking, I aim another frantic kick in the direction of the guard. He barely even flinches. I've gotten that weak now. That fact is only emphasised as multiple hands converge on me. They force my limbs down roughly against the mattress, holding me in place as they cinch the cold leather straps tightly around my limbs. I twist and pull vainly, yelling out of pure desperation to avoid what's to come, but it's no use.

Y-you're pathetic, Krissy — just a pathetic useless control!

The buckles bite into my exposed skin. I'm amazed the tightness doesn't cut off my circulation as my wrists are secured. My ankles quickly follow, then my waist and lastly, my chest. I'm fighting the tears as best as I can, but they soon come crawling free anyway. Every tug and struggle is useless.

"Aw, look at those tears. I think we made him cry."

His sneer makes me want to throw up. More tears sting at my eyes.

"Looks like it. Get him prepped for his treatment."

Oh God no — NO!

I wail hoarsely. More hands arrive, grabbing at my arms, stabbing sharp tipped needles into my veins. I cough, trembling against the bed. Whether it's the fever or my current fear, the end result will be the same.

"There we go — peripheral lines in place. He also requested a catheter and a feeding tube."

A cathet—WHAT?!

I shake my head frantically, writhing in terror.

"N-no, stop it! STOP IT!"

My captors completely ignore me.

"Coming right up. The E-572 Globulin infusion is also being transported from the lab as we speak. It should be here in about ten minutes. I'm amazed we actually found some to spare."

"Well, once we get the sanitatems back, I'm sure we'll be well-stocked again."

N-no — Ash, Al—!

I can't help but think about them even now. 

Are they alright? Will they come here? Will they...t-try to save me?

The thought causes more tears to start crawling down my cheeks. Finally, I'm properly starting to cry. Weak sniffles escape my cracked lips. My eyes stare pleadingly back at the guards, begging for a shred of mercy, to remember their earlier 'promise'.

"Equipment’s all ready."

They approach me with blurred haunting tubes, sneering at my horrified expression. "Give me a hand with the insertion."

All I can do is sob.  I may be crying now — but they have no intention of going easy on me...

[the-possum-writes]

Can I please get some hcs of Finn, Fern, Bonnibel and Marceline (separately) with a gender!neutral human reader who gets found in some kind of stasis pod in an overgrown underground bunker from the mushroom wars, and when they wake the reader up it turns out the reader was put in stasis near the end of the mushroom wars and now has to adjust to a radically different world? And after a few months of helping them get used to things the reader asks if they want to go on a date sometime?

Waking up from Stasis Hc

❥Characters: Finn, Marceline, Princess Bubblegum

❥Tag: Mentions of war and death, SFW, Gen!neutral reader, angst & comfort, human!reader, headcanons

❥A/n: Sorry for the wait! Gonna keep this limited to Finn, Marcy and PB due to my 3 characters per request rule. Hasn't been proofread, i wanted to get this one out as soon as possible ;w;

❥Taglist: @watchingfromthefloorboards @foxpearlwilder

Intro.

It was like sleeping any other night if it wasn't for the weird dreams. They were continuous, vivid and bizarre enough to the point you forgot about the real world where you can't fly nor talk to animals, eventually the memory of raid alarms and gunfire stoped bothering you as much as they used to as you enjoyed living one dream after another like a movie marathon.

But eventually all dreams, just like movies, come to an end.

When you wake up its like you're being splashed with a bucket of cold water, you're clutching your heart while gasping for air as bright lights burn the cornea of your eyes like pepper spray.

"Are they still alive?" one voice asks.

"Just barely, we'll need to transport them to the hospital."

Is what you manage to understand before you black out for moment, this time there were no dreams keeping you company. When you woke up you finally understood the situation you were in, with your memory slowly coming back to you in short bursts. The room you're in is plain white with weird machinery connected to you through thing tubes and suction cups, beside you is a young man with bright blue clothing. "Hey, you're up." he greets you after noticing you open your eyes.

"Looks like it, yeah... does this mean the war is finally over?" you ask which gained a confused expression from the young man.

"...War?"

Bubblegum

❥Princess Bubblegum is in charge of your well being the next few days, she'd walk in and run some tests and ask you simple questions but she'd only gain "Yes" or "No" responses from you.

❥She was the first to assigned you some professional help, talking with someone to let out all your confused and emotional turmoil.

❥"Your health has been improving." PB brings up during one of your medical check ups.

"So has my mood, it's not easy moving on but I know my family would want that for me." you motivate yourself, earning an awknowlodge nod from the princess.

❥Once you're out of bed you finally have a chance to properly marvel at the Candy Kingdom, from its candy residents to its sweet smelling architecture."You built all this? And everything is made of candy?"

"Sure is, you can take a bite of anything is you like."

"Even you?" you joke.

"Ha, ha very funny." PB huffs sarcastically.

❥Bubblegum is a busy woman but you still tail coat behind her like a baby duckling, either helping her as an assistant for her science projects or joining her for royal tea ceremonies.

❥After a year has passed and you felt comfortable in your new home did you feel confident enough to ask PB an important question. "You're gonna over work yourself again Peebs, how about I invite you to dinner at a restaurant?"

"Just bring it up to my lab, having company would be nice."

"Yes boss!"

Finn

❥Turns out the young man has been keeping watch over you for almost two days, refusing to leave your side until you woke up. Maybe it's because you're the only other human (besides Susan) in Ooo who he can relate to, or he's just that nice of a guy.

❥Once you woke up he was ecstatic to learn more about the world you lived in, what kind of monsters could you slay? What games or comics were available at the time? But Finn soon realized you weren't up to reminisce about old times. "My family... They didn't make it did they...?" you'd start weeping.

❥He gave you space to sort out your feelings due to Pb's request. Whenever Finn was relaxing at his own home he often found himself thinking about you, trying to get in your shoes and understand how he would feel if he suddenly woke up and Jake wasn't with him.

❥The next time he came to visit you he brought a get well basket with a bunch of snacks and his favorite comics, however some of them were half eaten because him and Jake got hungry on the way there, his heart was in the right place but his stomach wasn't. "Hey, I'm glad you made it here though. I appreciate it." you'd tell them.

❥"How's the recovery going?" he'd ask, curious to know since there's less equipment checking your vitals compared to the previous times. "It's going steady, Princess Bonnibel says I'll be out in no time."

Finn gets close to you, making sure there wasn't a wad of gum nearby. "Between you and me, she's a great medic but she's also very serious about it. She had me swallowing horse sized pills without a second thought pfft."

"Yeah, she be like that."

❥"Do you know what you'll do when you get out?"

"I have no clue, although PB suggested I'd get used to the outdoors."

"Then I have the perfect spot."

Then Finn would proceed to take you to visit weird kingdoms, some made of fruits and others made of breakfast, it's amazing experiencing such things with Finn by your side.

❥He'd always talks about the adventures he goes on like something out of a legend, it's tempting to go on one with him but he says. "I'll have to teach ya how to use a sword."

"Well sign me the fluff up."

Marceline.

❥Seeing Marceline for the first time is kind of scary when you first woke up. Mainly it was due to so many vampire monster movies.

❥She'd ominously float near you one day, when you were still down in the dumps after learning the truth. "I was there." she says all of a sudden, dry and blunt.

"What?"

"I said I was there, when everything went down. You managed to sleep it off in one of them bunkers, you didn't have to see your loved ones leave one by one. Consider yourself lucky."

The reason you were scared of her the first few days was because of the way she looked at you, with those dark red demon eyes.

❥Marceline would keep the whole "paralysis demon" kind of approach the next week. You'd wake up in the middle of the night to see a flash of her nocturnal eyes before she vanishes. You're unsure if she's haunting you or not, when asking PB about it she says "Marcy probably wants to talk to you but isn't willing to open up yet. Just give her some time." she'd shrug it casually. You would shrug it off too if it wasn't because it feels like you'll get a heart attack everytime you see Marceline's eyes.

❥It's like treating a cat. You wait for her to come to you. Eventually once you got out of the hospital and settled up in the candy kingdom, Marceline woke you up with the music from her guitar, she didn't give you that hard look and instead floated near you in a relaxed position.

❥Despite her personality and appearance she's surprisingly the most understanding of the three. As you soon came to find out she was a witness of the early days of the war, it was almost therapeutic talking to her about it.

"The smell of plane fumes was a pain in the buns, I remember I would spread lotion under my nose just to distract me from it." you'd bring up.

She would carry her bass with her and slowly playing a few beats. "I used to tied car refreshers to my forehead." she cackled.

❥The two of you bonded over music, she'd play a melody from back in the day and you'd tell her the details. "Ah I recognize that one, it was a good single."

"Really? I've had stuck in my head since I was a kid but I never knew the rest of the song!"

"Well, consider yourself lucky" you snarky repeat the same phrase she told you when you two met, receiving a pillow to the face.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Does The Blood And Viscera Define Him (It’s from Fights And Injuries, Guys, Not Messy Bloodsucking, Gosh!)

@going-dead

Maddie and Jack consider themselves very supportive parents, even if they were rather strange, and that includes towards they’re definitely not human, or entirely human, son. Besides! At least he wasn’t a ghost! Vampires were much better, Vlad made that pretty clear.

Maddie side-eyes Danny as subtly as she can, watching him open the fridge, quirk an eyebrow, and poke the little blood juice box in there. Sticking that in there wasn’t the most subtle of things she could have done, but it was easy enough to explain as a ‘easy transport’ blood transfusion that Jack wanted to design to make ‘look fun’; and it did have a tube and needle instead of a straw so it technically could be used that way. That wasn’t really why they made it though, not a chance.

No, the point was Danny. Trying to make sure he was healthy.

She’s not entirely sure how he was getting his needs met, she had a good guess of course. Sam was always pale, even if she always had been since she’d first meet the young girl. And Tucker would literally sell his soul for Danny. Plus there was also the fact that Sam was not only extremely wealthy, but her parents never really looked at any purchases she made; she could absolutely be buying him blood. She’d also spotted them bloodied or bandaged once or twice; Tucker on the neck even. This was all without even touching Danny’s odd ‘frienemies’ relationship with Vlad, sometimes he seemed to hate the man’s existence and other times it felt more like Danny trusted him more than her or Jack.

And well…

Vlad was a vampire so…

She could understand is what she’s saying.

She makes a point to focus back on trying to fix the toaster, for the fourth time this month, when it seems like Danny might turn around. She can tell the moment his eyes are on her, she always could, it always had this sort of predatory pressure to it; she’s thankful it never felt possessive or creepy like it did with Vlad. No, Danny’s gaze felt more… cautious, like an uneasy predator, and protective, as if he worried about them getting hurt. Hurt by him or from the ghosts or from their own recklessness, she’s not sure, but she could never bring herself to be worried about him hurting her. Heck she didn’t even worry Vlad would genuinely hurt her; if that man wanted to bite her he likely would have a long time ago and he was far too self controlled to do it accidentally. If Danny did bite her, she’d probably spend more time calming him down and reassuring him, than actually trying to get him to stop. It’s was a parents job to look after and support their kids, if that meant blood with her son then so be it. If that meant trying to clean up the state his room wound up in so often, then so be it. Even if that was fairly disgusting, he was clearly not the cleanest drinker considering all the organic messes he managed to get on the floor and his walls. He even got a bit of rotting blood inside his window wall somehow. She made the mistake when he was younger of just leaving him to clean up his own room, the carpet had to be ripped out and it literally was dripping with gooey unidentifiable gore. Danny’d been very awkward and wouldn’t met her eyes after she told him about ripping up his floor; she didn’t give him too much hassle about it but still. She went in there with an enzymatic cleaner at least once a week now.

She waits a few minutes after Danny leaves to look in the fridge, the blood box is gone and she feels… content. Like she’s done her job as a mother.

(Danny doesn’t know why the heck his folks would make blood transfusions in juice boxes of all things, but they made a mini bazooka shaped like a toothbrush, he should expect this shit by now. Either way he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, his ghostly physiology meant he didn’t really have to worry about blood type and he absolutely did not want that emergency blood fusion thing to happen again. He felt like a huge dick asking Tuck to do that just because of some stupid blood sucking unicorn ghost).

She makes sure to send Jack a photo of the fridge with a thumbs up emoji, letting her husband know the idea was a solid one. Some of both of their ideas had been hit or miss. Sam appreciated their backyard being more shady, even if Maddie’s sure Jack’s ‘we needed a new shed’ explanation wasn’t believed, but Danny didn’t seem like he even noticed. His refusal to use sun screen also bothered her, to the point where she’d started adding speciality spf drops to his body washes to make sure he got at least some protection. Rolling her eyes to herself a little, boys and their ‘I’m too tough for such and such thing’. At least he wore long sleeves these days, and thick pants sun couldn’t easily get through.

(Danny was hiding scars. Danny was tired of cheap thin clothing getting wrecked. Danny was developing muscle that he did not want noticed).

Her cooking black pudding and blood sausage did not go over well, everyone agreeing -including Danny- that it was gross and to never try that again. She did attempt it another time, just to see if she messed it up, but, well, that became sentient and everyone was very disgusted by the ‘blood spitting sentient sausage’, Danny had even seemed personally offended, likely he thought the ‘waste of blood’ was insulting.

(Danny got covered in his own blood and ecto, as well as others, enough that a freaking sausage doing it legit was insulting. He had been very offended).

Jack’s fang brush Danny did seemingly take but she’s pretty sure he’s using that on a stray dog he seemingly likes but has never brought home.

(Cujo loved its weird shape. Danny loved that Cujo loved it).

Maddie shakes her head, smiling a little down at the toaster as she gets the last little piece in place, she’s not sure why it had a habit of spitting toast at Danny but she is slightly annoyed that he keeps retaliating like a toaster can care about that. Even if vampires were more aggressive and vindictive by nature, it was still annoying to keep having to fix it; at least it gave Danny something to take those natural desires out on… besides his pranking feud with Vlad. She really would like Vlad to do almost anything else other than nailing dead badgers to Danny’s door or beneath his window, she gets that the man has completely normalised animal corpses to himself -since she’s sure that’s what he feeds off of- but it’s extremely disturbing and Danny complains heavily about the clean up effort. At least she got Danny to stop mailing Vlad fully made cereal, since the mailman threatened to stop taking their packages if he got one more moldy stink bomb box; she hadn’t had the heart to tell the mailman it was moldy food being mailed the long way specifically to get more moldy and not a stink bomb.

Jack pops up from the lab, arms full with more blood boxes and grinning. Maddie putting her hands on her hips, whispering, “Jack, that’s way too many. It’s suspicious”. Her husband has the good sense to look embarrassed and dash right back down to the lab. Being subtle, at least subtle enough, was important. Neither one of them wanted to give away what they already knew, they wanted Danny to tell them himself! Sure, Vlad never did, but after that lab accident she couldn’t blame him for not trusting them, especially when he refused to talk to or visit them for twenty years… She’s still convinced that Danny’s why that man got back in touch with them, that he somehow knew or found out about Danny. Vampires probably smelled different to vampires than humans did. Same with how ghosts clearly had a strong ectoplasmic scent, hence why Danny always seemed to know when one was nearby and would smartly run off.

Jack comes back with only three boxes, which might still be pushing it but she won’t tell him off this time. They go in the fridge.

At least Vlad didn’t really hide being a vampire either though, which Danny was very clearly trying very had to do. She’d absolutely caught glimpses of Vlad’s eyes flashing red, and his hair style did nothing to hide his pointy ears with the way he wore it. The fangs weren’t subtle either and sometimes she thinks he’s trying to make his dark undereyes actively more noticeable. While Danny’s hair always somewhat covered his ears these days, the fangs… either he’s filling them down or he can retract them.

Oh, right, she should update that message board that her son seemed to like the blood juice box idea. Originally her and Jack had joined the website as just lurkers, when they got suspicious about Vlad years ago, but they kinda forgot about it once Vlad made it really clear he wasn’t ‘interested’ in their ‘support’ or friendship. Then Danny hit his pre-teen and early teen years, they’re assuming he ‘awakened’ during the beginning of puberty but the message board made it clear that vampires could awaken at pretty much any age. Sure they only had access to the ‘human’ areas, and not the parts meant for vampires, but it was a fantastic resource. The area for parents of vampires was particularly useful, and a couple others were curious how the blood juice box thing would go over; Maddie and Jack weren’t subtle about being inventors. Maybe they should try selling them?

Her and Jack both heading down to the lab now. Him getting back to work on a shield to protect the Highschool, since it was such a hot spot. Her hopping on the computer.

MadScientist: the juice box method seemed well received. He was a bit cautious about taking it, but still took it. We’re calling it a winner. Hopefully more cropping up, and him taking them, will make him more comfortable with it.

LemiRemi: he might not take them too often, since I’m sure what he gets from his blackswans is arguably better. And they might get worried if he starts feeding off of them less.

Maddie did worry about that, especially since she knew Sam and Tucker wouldn’t bring such worries up with her or Jack, nutritionally he should be fine since they formulated it to be identical to the nutritional value and contents of human blood; it wouldn’t be ‘as fresh’ probably but still.

MadScientist: hopefully it won’t worry them too much, since we really are just trying to make sure he’s healthy and trying to get him comfortable enough to talk with us about it.

Gem45: some kids just never really get comfortable with their parents, but their health should definitely come first.

Zeemzeff: I wish my kid had the resources you do, him autofeeding always worries me

Maddie was still lost on how autofeeding, a vampire feeding off of themselves, was remotely viable, even if it sounded like it wasn’t really safe rather just survivable. If Danny started doing that, she’d out and tell him she knew immediately to get him to accept their help with getting his ‘food’.

MadScientist: I was thinking about trying to sell the blood boxes, but I doubt they could handle any really long trips. We already sell volatile and sensitive inventions so the transport itself would be fine. But blood is only good for so long.

Zeemzeff: oh how I wish we lived in America sometimes. The weather is a lot better here but man, do Americans have access to everything.

Emilyfreetree: I’m still lot letting my girl anywhere near one of those blood bars.

MadScientist: agreed

She’d be concerned if Danny even wanted to go to a place like that, Vlad no doubt did but she’s going to hold out hope that the man will not encourage Danny to when he’s of age. She wouldn’t… object to him buying blood wine though, even if it was expensive and apparently a bit on the salty side; only when he’s older of course. Heck, she’d try some if it made him more comfortable.

LemiRemi: I’d be interested in purchasing that, at least to see if my kid would like it. I definitely would discourage getting too dependent on just that though

MadScientist: we’ll see what we can do. Even if my son was fine with just the boxes I’d rather him have variety, that has to be healthier.

Her looking away from the computer to her husband, “at least one person’s interested in trying to buy the blood boxes, so we should definitely work on that”.

Jack beaming instantly, “awesome!”, rubbing his neck, “we just gotta make sure none of that gets accidentally contaminated”. Maddie nodding immediately, that wasn’t an issue for Danny, since he has that contamination of his, but it would be an issue for anyone else. Jack then snapping his fingers, “oh! We should totally send Vladdie some! Betcha he’d love some human mixed in with all that animal he gets!”. Maddie sighing, fairly certain Vlad won’t actually appreciate that.

(Danny later had to explain to an annoyed though impressed Vlad that no, he did not mail him fucking human blood regardless of that reading as a ‘your ghost ass looks like a vampire’ joke. Vlad did not believe him and sent back a bloody thank you card as a form of mocking).

Jack liked to think he was a pretty good dad, a little oblivious and a little silly, but still a good dad. Sure his family was a little weird, from the ghost hunting to his daughter’s baffling intellect to his son’s species. Sure Jazz and Danny got a little annoyed with the ghost hunting, but it helped keep the town and his family safe. Even with both of them avoiding the gear so much, sometimes it seemed like Danno was nervous around the stuff, like maybe he thought they’d start hunting vampires too or something! Never! But he’s certain vampire hunters exist too, even if he’s never met any. Fae probably exist too, same with fae hunters. But fae and vampires, probably or definitely for vampires, have brains and hearts; far better than the ectoplasmic nothingness ghost had. Ghosts weren’t beings. Sure Danny’s vitals were a little weird but they were still there, same as Vladdie’s!

Jack shaking his head as he tries to focus back in on the gun he’s putting back together, they needed something that would actually work on that Phantom ghost, at least to talk to the thing about what was driving It to behave as some kind of wannabe ‘ghost hunter’. That, and Phantom clearly knew about Vladdie, based on his public comments, so he’s got to wonder if the ghost knew about Danny too. Danny-boy was weirdly ghost-friendly, a monster comradery thing perhaps, so maybe Danny talked with the ‘friendly’ ghost about the less human things about himself. Jack would rather his kiddo come to him with that, but he could understand a bit. And Phantom was, like, hundreds of years old so no way the spook didn’t know about vampires; that online forum made it seem like there were quite a few out there! Which most people probably wouldn’t like knowing about, but he’d rather Danny-boy have lots like him than very few.

Oh! Jack pauses, maybe if he just seemed like he was trying to talk to Phantom on ‘friendly’ terms the spook would float down and have a chat? Sure it would be hard to resist shooting It but if he could find a thing or two about how to better care for his kid then it would totally be worth it.

Jumping up and sticking his head down the lab door, “I’m heading out! Gonna see if I can track some spooks down!”.

“Make sure not to bother Danny if he’s day sleeping in a tree again!”.

Jack rubbing his neck, “how was I supposed to know he’d be there?!?”.

“You need to practice more situational awareness!”.

“I’ll try! Hon!”.

His dear sweet Maddie only laughing in response as he heads out. He knew he wasn’t the best at paying attention to his surroundings, but Danny-boy sleeping so quietly didn’t help! He definitely wished Danny’d get more sleep though, daytime sleep since all the night time sleeping didn’t seem to be doing him much good; perhaps he couldn’t actually really sleep at night at all and that’s why he kept falling asleep in classes before they just started letting him spend Sundays sleeping instead of doing chores.

It’s really bright out today, Amity was usually pretty good for cloud coverage, even if the sudden random snow storms that cropped up sometimes were odd. The light glare off of the scanner was annoying but that didn’t stop it from picking up on spectral traces, he knows a fight happened down by the park this morning so that’s where he’s heading. It was deer season too so maybe he could snag one there for lunch, something more fresh even if Danny always seemed a little confused and weirded out when he brought something home for Mad’s to serve nearly raw. Kiddo probably just wasn’t a big fan of getting his food from something that was actually dead dead. It was too bad ghosts didn’t have blood in them, Jack would love trying to encourage Danny-boy to bite them.

…

He actually has more luck with the animals than the ghost samples, none of samples were anything they haven’t already gathered and examined multiple times over. Meanwhile, he’s got himself a good healthy little bunny, just startle It with a ray blast at the ground and then quickly grab and break its neck. Simple, quick, and painless; just like how his pa taught him. Honestly it was more of a struggle to not fully crush really small animals, one of the downsides of being a really big guy.

“What’d the bunny do to you?”.

Jack actually jumps, whirling around with his prize and blinking in surprise at Phantom’s judgmental raised eyebrow, “oh! Phantom! Ha! Didn’t see you there”, holding up the rabbit a little, “they're good for stew, and the rabbit population here is a little crazy since there’s no coyotes or anything”. When the ghost issue first popped up, the spooks chased pretty much all the wild life away but over time most just got used to the ghosts. And sure, stew wasn’t as great a blood meal for his Danny but it was still fresh meat; and the blood wouldn’t have to be thrown out since he’d figured out how to powderise it and mix it into Danny’s ground coffee. Danny had even commented on getting a better batch! So Jack called it a win!

(Much later, after finding this out, Danny would make a rather panicked call to Vlad about if ghosts liked the taste of blood. Vlad had been completely baffled, didn’t have a good answer, and agreed to try some of Danny’s apparently blood contaminated coffee. Vlad had some opinions on Danny’s disgustingly strong coffee as well as agreeing that yes, ghosts probably did actually like the taste. The FrightKnight later confirming that yes, ghosts did, and humans used to give ghosts live and blood sacrifices for that very reason. Danny had a crises… he didn’t stop drinking the blood coffee though. It was already too late anyways! And! It did taste better).

Phantom blinks, “okay, you’re not wrong, but it is still super weird to see a random citizen just… strangling a rabbit in the park”.

Jack cringes a little, okay yeah, he can see how that might be alarming and something to go check out. Laughing anyways, “fair enough! Vladdie hasn’t said it’s not allowed though!”.

Phantom grumbling, “considering what the dear old mayor does to animals that’s not really a good thing”.

Jack beams a little, oh he was totally right! Phantom definitely knew! Sweet! “Eh gotta get those needs and murderous desires met somehow, am I right?!”. Phantom’s concerned expression doesn’t change, if anything It seems slightly more concerned. “And he’s a good mayor for the town, even if he wasn’t my buddy I’d say that!”.

“I guess? He’s certainly different enough to fit in?”, Phantom shakes his head and holds up a finger, “question, why? aren’t you trying to shoot me?”.

Jack rubs his neck, “well knowing my Danny-boy, he’s probably tree sleeping again and the wife did just give me clear instructions not to wake him up, again. Night sleeping doesn’t seem to be working out for him, figures, so you know”.

Phantom blinks, “he… does sleep in trees a lot”, smirking, “I’ve startled him, and birds, a few times”.

“I’m surprised he’s never given himself a sunburn really, leaves aren’t super great shade”, Jack shaking his head, even if Danny-boy wasn’t a vampire, Jack would still worry since he’s such a pale kid. Honestly Jack would probably worry about the kid having an iron deficiency if he didn’t know about the vampire situation!

“I really don’t think you have to worry about that. He can handle the sun”.

Jack taps his chin, perhaps his contamination made him more resilient? “I suppose his contamination makes him a tougher cookie”.

Phantom tilting his head, “yeah… physically strong and all that”.

“Sometimes I wonder why he’s not stronger”, Jack chuckling, “that or he’s got a bit better strength control than I’ve got! Ha!”.

“I have seen you pick up that military vehicle of yours”.

Jack laughing a bit more, “exactly!”, Danny really should be stronger than him, Jack knew Vladdie had some serious strength but he was also on a basically animal only diet. Danny was getting human, from those friends of his, so he should be seriously strong! Danny-boy was probably just really self-conscious about his strength, and so was really careful about it! Not that he needed to be! Just the same as how he’d get all awkward when anyone commented on him getting places really quickly, he’s not sure if being able to turn into a bat was a real thing, it didn’t seem to be but who knows! If he could then Danny-boy would totally love flying! Oh! Maybe he can just ask Phantom here about that! “I also wonder why he doesn’t talk about flying, he’s always loved space, so you’d think he’d find ways to get up in the air more”.

Phantom’s response is slightly panicky for some reason, “I mean, I’ve gone flying with him before, you know how ghosts fights can be. It’s a much easier way to get out of a dangerous area”.

Ha! Jack knew it! That was so cool! Danny could be a bat! Like from Hotel Transylvania! He bets Danny makes for an adorable bat! Same with Vlad! Vlad’s probably a tall skinny bat! Like a flying fox bat or a Sulawesi fruit bat with their sharp faces! Imagine if Danny-boy was a cute little Honduran white bat or a teeny tiny bumblebee bat! Danny would be so embarrassed but so cute! Kid already fit in his hand, in one finger would be so adorable! Him blurting out, “he must use a really weird brush to deal with that wind swept hair! His normal hair’s already a handful! Ha!”.

Phantom looks so confused and is probably sticking around at this point because of Its confusion. Maybe the ghost found it weird Jack took this long to ask things? Phantom blinks harshly, “I know that Sam girl has tried to brush him with a toothbrush but I think that’s the closest to weird it’s ever been”.

A! Toothbrush! That was adorable! He hopes the goth has photos he can see whenever Danny gets comfortable enough to tell him. “A toothbrush! Ha! That’s great!”.

(Danny is very confused when his next birthday card has the image of a bat getting toothbrush head scrubbies on it, and also confused as to why Jack thought it was hilarious).

Phantom blinks, “yeah… did you… come down here just to strangle a rabbit?”.

Jack holds up the scanner, “nope! Was seeing if there’d be any good samples to take! The rabbit was just a bonus, a yummy one and nutritious”, nodding strongly to himself, “Danny boy definitely needs to put on a pound or two”.

“I think? he’s fine?”.

Oh perhaps vampires didn’t really need to worry about that? That’s good, “well a growing boy still needs to get that blood pumping, either way”, humming, “maybe I should take him hunting proper one day. Fishing went okay?”; oh he definitely should! What if Sam or Tucker get sick or injured and can’t feed him? He should be able to get an animal on his own. Yes! New bonding opportunity!

Phantom chuckling awkwardly, “I’m not going to encourage you taking your son out to kill things”.

Jack waving the ghost off, “oh you’re a ghost! That’s expected!”, putting his hands on his hips and nodding strongly, “I’m taking him hunting”, smacking a fist into a hand, “in fact, I’m going to go home and plan it right now, bye you spook!”. Phantom sighing tiredly while waving Jack off. Phantom was really good at that playing friendly act! Wow!

(Surprisingly, the whole hunting bonding trip went weirdly well. Even if Danny was kinda disturbed and weirded out when his dad actually had him freaking carve up a deer and then just… told him to take out the heart and take a bite out of it. Since APPARENTLY that was ‘first kill’ tradition. Danny was disturbed. Danny absolutely had a really weird dream about cutting out his own heart and taking a bite out of it. Danny didn’t like that it didn’t taste bad. Danny had a lot of feelings about this. Jack… also took a photo and sent it to Vlad. Vlad was actually disturbed and called Danny personally to ask if he was safe and sane and that this wasn’t what he meant by halfas being apex predators. Danny threatened to bite his heart too. And his dad, only hearing half the conversation, seemed weirdly proud).

…

Jack basically barging into the lab, “so I ran into Phantom!”, holding up his catch, “and we can have rabbit stew tonight! Right?”.

Maddie grinning at him, “of course dear, just get It drained first”.

“Of course! And! Phantom totally said Danny can fly! Didn’t really confirm the bat thing but apparently Sam’s brushed him with a toothbrush before so I say I’m sold!”, tilting his head and humming, “the spook also implied Danny’s contamination makes him tougher with that sun sensitivity issue, so we don’t actually have to worry too much about that”.

Maddie sighs happy, “that’s great, and I’m sure he makes an adorable bat, if it’s a bat thing at all, but try not to tease him too much Jack? We want him to feel comfortable, not more awkward”.

Jack just laughs, rubbing his neck with his free hand before going upstairs to work on the rabbit. Him getting Danny to help when the boy gets home, the kid might be slightly weird about handling blood and raw meat but he needs to be used to it and to not act weird around it.

And if Danny licks his fingers clean then who’s he to judge? Sure he didn’t actually see his boy do that but well, one second his fingers and hands were a bit messy and then next second Jack looked and they were completely cleaned off. Danny-boy absolutely licked his fingers clean and nothing could convince Jack otherwise.

End.

(the message board referenced in here does actually exist for psych and sanguinarian vampires, Maddie and Jack have just misinterpreted it to also mean actual real life fanged non-human movie vampires. Also yes, if you didn’t know blood bars are a real thing, they are. Also also, blood in wine is a thing but it’s been banned since the 1930’s; but if you want to make your own wine out of blood you absolutely can, go wild.)

Prompt: Jack and Maddie knew something supernatural was going on with their son, waiting for him to feel comfortable telling them they set out to help him in subtler ways. If only they had actually gotten the species right.

[nautiscarader]

What the hecking heck happened with me - THE UNNECESSARY (and kinda boring) SEQUEL

So you might have noticed I have been absent for the past 2.5 weeks. So, where have I been? What has happened to me?

Well, you see, I got this magical music box, and when I opened it, I was transported into a different world full of talking frogs, toads and-

Wait, I've done this bit already.

....

Yeah, got into hospital. AGAIN.

Same warning as before applies, regarding medical stuff. Especially if you are eating.

Chapter 13: Wednesday Night's fever

So around three weeks ago I found myself really sapped of strength. Well, as you might recall, I basically had a fall and got wounds on my hip. Or to put it in another words:

Well, something from those wounds got infected or something and started affecting my whole body. The effect? Pretty much daily ~38C (~100F) fevers that drained me of energy.

No, buddy, the solution is paracetamol.

That was helping me daily when I was in hospital while getting some long-term antibiotics.

So, yeah, not to blow the trumpet, it was pretty much that: drips, pills, drips, pills, gastroscopy, drips, pi-wait, what did I say AND WHAT IS THIS THING-

Chapter 14: Gastroscopy

So I had to have gastroscopy done, which, in case you don't know is basically a tube with camera being inserted into your esophagus and-

Yeah, not pleasant. But the whole thing lasted only about 10 minutes, and the worst part was the first 30 seconds. So, no biggie. Now, let's talk about....

Chapter 15: Neighbours

Because they were really an odd collection.

First one was just an old dude who hated when I asked to open windows (and of course just as I was admitted spring temps have arrived)

Second one was a detective! In fact he has just solved a murder mystery that happened in the adjacent room! And the murderer was his roommate!

... yeah, he was pretty out of touch with reality, they took him after a day.

And then comes our star: Typical Janush, or Ordinary Janusz, as the Polish meme goes (don't worry if you don't get it)

This absolute unit of Polishness with huuuuge beer belly, bald spot and moustache has brought with him in his bag of holding:

coffee and sugar (nothing spectacular tbh)

TWO different chocolate waffers packs,

two strawberry chocolate bars,

Toffee sweets,

coffee sweets,

TWO different types of sausages,

home-made chicken wings,

and a jar of pickled mushrooms (fereality-indy DNI)

What else did he have in it? I don't know, and frankly, I am scared of the possibilities. This guy could give Mary Poppins a run when it comes to that bag.

He cursed like a sailor when he watched the news - and he watched all the news, he was funding the TV, so he might as well get what he's paid for.

He was also... really kind. He helped me with everything I couldn't do, sometimes faster than the nurses. Really awesome dude.

And the last one who was admitted JUST as I was leaving, was a 96-year old grandpa with some gastric problems. What problems? I don't know, but imagine a cat coughing up a furball... at a volume of a small steam locomotive. At 2 a.m. Every half an hour.

i only had to deal with him for a day.

He also brought... a flask with him.

The one they usually sell spirytus in. Now, it did NOT contain alcohol, just lemon-flavoured water.... but you had to see the nurse's reaction when he was seen casually drinking from it :) He was politely told to use other vessels.

And as a bonus, there was a guy in adjacent room who sometimes visited us and wore a curious t-shirt.... you know the "how do you do fellow kids" meme, right?

and how they just wrote "music band" in order to avoid problems with AC/DC copyright?

Well, his T-shirt had a generic basketball and words "Basketball Team est. 1992". And that's it. No other allusions to, say, Chicago Bulls, or any other team. Just that.

We have reached singularity, people.

Chapter 16: In conclusion, it was mostly boring

Yeah, I have to admit, this stay wasn't that eventful, which I guess I should count as blessing. What else to add... Oh, all the nurses were h*cking cute!

One even recognised me from my first visit!

So, yeah, now I've done the unpacking, and oh boy, you always collect lots of stuff you then forget about.

Like-

Wait, the heck is that?

It... it looks like I have written a 4k Glitch Techs G-rated fic... on my phone! Which has non-existent keyboard! Wait, that can't be right...

It's mostly done, but not finished... Still, it's a shame if it got wasted, right?

[korgbelmont]

Male MC (Will Redgrave) x Charlie Smith

Part 2

Will and Charlie have been transported to the modern age, and first and foremost is seeing to Charlie's survival...

Written in the present tense

Part 1

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @jerzwriter

Warnings: Talk of death

Word Count: 1354

Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

An Alternate Path made on cooltext.com

I was thinking about this post I made ages ago, and decided to write a story sort of based on it

With no choice but to sit in the waiting area, Will grabs his phone, switching it on, but it switches off straight away. Getting to his feet, he goes over to the reception desk.

Will - Hi, do you have a lead I can use to charge my phone?

She quickly checks the shape of the charging port of his phone.

Nurse - Uh.. yeah. Here you go.

She hands him the end of a lead and he plugs his phone in. After a few seconds, he switches it on and takes a step out of the way whilst the nurse returns to their work. Opening up his photos, Will smiles at the one he took of the entire crew, Axton, Adelia, Charlie, Edward, Ginny, Jonas, Maggie, everyone. He sets the photo as his new wallpaper and also emails it to himself so he can do the same on his computer.

Doctor - Excuse me, Mr. Redgrave?

Will sets his phone down and turns to the Doctor.

Will - How is she?

Doctor - She'll be okay. We were able to counteract the poison, but we'll need to keep her here overnight.

Will - Can I see her?

Doctor - She's unconscious, but if you want to sit with her, that's okay.

Will - Yes please.

Doctor - This way.

The doctor leads Will to the room they're keeping Charlie and he finds her sleeping. Her arm hooked up to what Will guesses is the antidote to the poison. The doctor leaves them and Will closes the curtains around them to give them some privacy. Standing at her side, he takes her hand in his and smiles in relief.

Will - I'm so glad you're alive, Charlie. You changed my life in ways I never imagined possible. You all did.

He takes a seat, settling in for what is probably going to be a long night.

Groaning as she blinks awake, Charlie looks around to find herself somewhere she doesn't recognise. Looking over, she sees Will asleep in the chair and sits up. Will opens his eyes and rushes to stand, wrapping her in a tight hug.

Will - Charlie!

Charlie winces and he steps back.

Will - Sorry!

Charlie looks at the screens around her and at the tube connected to her arm.

Charlie - So we're really in your time?

Will - Welcome to the twenty first century. How much do you remember?

Charlie - I remember being at the temple and there was a woman.

Will - Magdalena. She was the reason we had a chance to say goodbye to Edward and Oliver.

Charlie - So what happens now?

Will - A new life. Together... if you'll have me.

Charlie laces her fingers with his and pulls him closer, capturing his lips with hers in a soft kiss. When they part, she smiles, giving his hand a squeeze.

Charlie - You're al mine, love.

Will laughs quietly, bringing Charlie's hand up and kissing her knuckles.

The next morning, Will and Charlie arrive at his home via a taxi and as they get out, Charlie looks at the vehicle in shock while Will pays the driver. They head in and Will hands up his coat while Charlie looks around.

Charlie - This is all... so strange... I don't even know where to begin.

Will - Wherever you want.

He sits on the sofa and Charlie sits with him, looking at their clothing and then seeing some of Will's hanging up.

Charlie - I guess I should consider some different clothes.

Will - We can order you some to be delivered.

Charlie - You can do that?!

Will - Yeah. Yeah, that's a thing these days.

Charlie - It's strange to think, yesterday we were in the nineteenth century, and now here we are.

Will - I know the feeling. But I'll help you get used to technology and other parts of this time.

Charlie - Thank you. For saving my life.

Will - That wasn't me, that was the Doctors.

Charlie rests against him and he wraps an arm around her, holding her close. They sit in silence for a while before Charlie breaks it with a whisper of three words.

Charlie - I love you...

Will - I love you too.

A few days later, after getting Charlie a few clothes as well as showing her a few things for day to day life in the modern world, Will sets a few parcels down on the floor next to him before taking the last one from the delivery driver and giving a signature.

Will - Cheers, have a good one.

Driver - You too.

He closes the door, setting the parcel in his hands down by the sofa before grabbing the others. He goes through them, and one in particular contains two phones. He grabs his sim card and puts it in one of them before plugging both in to charge. A few minutes later, Charlie steps out, running a brush through her hair.

Charlie - One thing I'm definitely enjoying about this time is the showers.

Will laughs, wrapping an arm around her. She looks over at the parcels, along with the two phones charging.

Charlie - Is that...?

Will - One's to replace mine. The other's for you...

Charlie picks up the phone for her, looking it over.

Charlie - You'll need to guide me in using one of these.

Will - Sure thing. I also found something else, I thought might be of interest to you...

He points at the computer screen and she sits down, reading about a museum exhibit.

Charlie - This is...

Will - Yeah. Wondered if maybe you wante--

Charlie - Yes! I need to know what became of them...

That afternoon, Will and Charlie arrive at the exhibit where they find a painting of the Poseidon's Revenge, along with a portrait of Oliver and Edward hanging side by side.

Curator - Good afternoon, I was told you were interested in the exhibit. To be honest, it has a lot of mystery surrounding it.

Will - How so?

Curator - Well, there is the mystery of what happened to the Quartermaster. We've been lead to believe that she died during an exploration, along with one of their crewmates.

Will and Charlie share a knowing look.

Curator - But what it known is that after their disappearance, they took the ship belonging to Admiral Cochrane, renaming it the Charlotte.

Charlie - The Charlotte?

Curator - After their Quartermaster.

Will - Wow...

Curator - There are also these drawings made their youngest crewmember, Ginny.

The Curator leads them over to a series of drawings. Each one of each member of the crew, including Will and Charlie.

Curator - You know, you two bare a resemblance to these two.

Will - Uh, coincidence.

Charlie - What happened to them?

Curator - Well, going by a journal kept by Captain Mortemer, as the world changed, so did they. Oliver returned to the navy after his father passed, and it seems there was an arrangement made between the two. The crew sailed, distributing their wealth to the people. But eventually, as time passed, so did they. One of the pages speaks of how Edward returned to his home, Gorvershire to live out his last few years. He left the Charlotte under the command of Ginny.

Charlie - Good for her...

Curator - Is there anything else I can help you with?

Charlie - No, thank you.

The Curator takes her leave and Charlie takes a shaky breath as she looks at the drawings. Will laces his fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze.

Charlie - Do you know where Grovershire is?

Will - No, but it won't be hard to find.

A few days later, Charlie and Will stand before Edward's grave. Charlie lays some flowers down before wiping some dirt from the headstone, reading the words.

'A life well lived'

Charlie - Thank you for everything, Edward.

She stands and Will kneels down, laying his own flowers down.

Will - We'll follow your words and live well...

[spell-cleaver]

AU where luke overhears owen and beru talking about how his father is darth vader. luke, who is still kinda ignorant about how bad the empire is but knows they're evil, sets out to save his father. A few months later, Darth Vader is kidnapped by an Imperial engineer :)

Read it on AO3 or on FFN instead!

Vader knew the stowaway was there before he even got onto the shuttle. The troops who were meant to accompany him on his diplomatic mission to Tatooine stood to attention when he strode into the hangar and didn’t dare to question him when he waved them away. They could take a different shuttle.

He was bored. He was angry. If he had to spend the afternoon negotiating with Jabba rather than simply rolling into Hutt Space with the Imperial Navy and taking what he wanted, then he would at least spend the morning finding out what pathetic sort of trap this was and crushing it. The presence on board was clearly Force-sensitive: was this an attempt by the dregs of the Jedi to assassinate him? He would enjoy putting it—and the stowaway—to rest.

So, pretending not to have noticed the presence, he sat down in the pilot’s seat and smoothly took off from the hangar, feeling his troopers’ baffled stares after him. They would follow in a transport soon after. He wanted to have this chance, first. The presence sparked with joy and excitement when they took off: the Jedi must think their plan was succeeding.

It wasn’t long before the trap he was waiting for was sprung. The controls of the shuttle started to wobble, and their trajectory pitched to the right. Vader growled. Their current course would take them away from Mos Eisley, towards the Jundland Wastes and towards…

His mother’s grave.

The autopilot was engaged. That was exactly where they were taking him, when he checked: the programme had been fed coordinates that Vader well-remembered inputting once before, in another life. When he made to override it, the navicomputer beeped at him angrily.

Passcode protected. Vader spent a scant thirty seconds trying to break through, but the Jedi’s tech skills were at least passable. He could work at it harder and correct their course, but first he wanted to see what plan they had shoved into actions.

He stood from the pilot’s seat and looked behind him. In a lambda shuttle, there should be nowhere to hide. There was the cockpit, the engine room, and the hold, where both cargo and troopers would be stored. Nowhere else should be large enough to hide a humanoid.

The cockpit was empty other than for him, and to enter he had had to come through the cargo hold. That left the engine room—but at a first glance, that was empty too.

A challenge then. And one with a time limit, before they reached his mother’s grave and whatever nefarious plot this was came to full fruition. He let rage soak his chest, lit his lightsaber, and stalked forwards.

“I know you are here, Jedi,” he boomed. “What game do you think this is?”

A flicker in the Force—almost like a giggle. Vader snapped his gaze around the engine room and peered behind the engine itself. Wires tangled in and out of his peripheral vision, tubes interlocked throughout like a grid, but the Force saw clearly. The Jedi was directly behind—

He stopped. He’d reached the back of the room. There was only a metal wall.

He reached out to rap his fist against the wall.

The resounding echo was hollow. The Force betrayed the wince and discomfort from the Jedi, but more importantly, his own ears betrayed the moment when they started scrambling through this vent they’d found to hide in and ran.

Darth Vader was never going to let his prey escape. He drove his lightsaber into the rigid metal like it was water and slashed down. The Jedi screamed. Vader slashed along the other side, uncaring as to whether he amputated a limb, or a head, or a torso, and the metal buckled and bent as he seized the Force in his fist and flung it backwards.

The panel slammed past him, into one of the metal tubes throughout the engine room, and clattered to the ground in a twisted, charred mess. The Jedi tumbled out of the vent in the wall to land at Vader’s feet. He didn’t have the time to lift his chin before the edge of Vader’s blade lingered at his throat.

The Jedi was a boy. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen, so the Imperial engineer’s uniform he was wearing was laughable: it was several sizes too large for him, and it horrified Vader to think that his men could have let such an obvious imposter infiltrate the Devastator without noticing. Heads would roll for their incompetence. The boy’s hair was long and shaggy, as sun-bleached and yellowed as bones forgotten in a desert. His pale eyes moved slowly along the length of Vader’s lightsaber, from one line of smoke that snaked up from his uniform collar where the blade was at his throat, to the other line of smoke that rose from where the tip of the blade punctured the floor.

“What did you hope to achieve by this, Jedi?” Vader spat. “Why are you taking me here?”

The boy swallowed, set his jaw, and glanced up at Vader. “To bring you home,” he said earnestly.

Vader extinguished his lightsaber. The boy didn’t have time to telegraph his relief on his face before Vader telegraphed his rage on his face instead. Feeling cartilage crunch under his durasteel fists was a satisfying sort of violence, second only to seeing someone squirm in mid air as they realised how fragile their grip on oxygen was. Vader lowered his fist, and the boy’s knees rammed into the floor. He spluttered blood.

“What?” he asked. “I—”

Vader seized him by the throat. The boy stopped talking. His nose twisted in on itself like an ingrown jogun, and his cheekbone didn’t exactly look straight, either. He audibly gulped—for air, perhaps, as the blood blocked up the access through his nose, though his terror was a sudden bright, sharp thing.

It cut Vader to the bone in an instant. He didn’t know why. He didn’t want to.

“This,” Vader hissed, his fury crashing like cymbals through his helmet, through the Force, until the boy looked dazed from the experience of it, “is not my home.”

“But—”

Vader threw him. In the engine room, there were many things to hit, and he hit at least three of them. His head slammed into a pipe, his spine into another one, and his foot even crunched with unpleasant finality against the thrumming engine itself. He lay limp on the floor. Consciousness flickered out for him for a moment—but only for a moment. Vader reached out to seize him and drag him back to the waking world with an ease that surprised even him.

He was not yet finished.

“What do you know?” he demanded, stalking forwards. The boy jerked sluggishly upright, staring blearily at him—then scrambled backwards as fast as he could. “Where did you find out—”

The boy got to his feet and made a run for the door, back to the corridor. Vader indulged him: he made it to the doorway of the cockpit before Vader seized his neck with the Force and yanked him into the air, kicking and lashing out. A hand gouged deep scratches in his throat, as if he could unpick Vader’s grip on him, Vader’s grip on the Force, Vader’s grip on reality and the truth of how he had lived for nearly sixteen years. It did nothing. A strangled cry was all that escaped Vader’s chokehold.

Vader stopped in front of him and quieted himself to speak almost calmly. “Where,” he said, voice still with promise, “did you find out about this place?”

The shuttle set down with a resounding thud. They had landed. Vader didn’t bother glancing out of the viewport: it would be the same desert, the same worthless farm, and nothing of import would ever be found there again.

The boy was trying to speak. Vader gritted his teeth—if he did not control his frustration, he would kill him and lose any chance of discovering what the Jedi knew about Skywalker’s past—and loosened his grip.

Tears streamed down the boy’s face. They cut through the mangled mess of blood left behind from Vader’s attack. White bone gleamed in his cheek.

“I…” he got out. “Live here.”

That was unexpected—and insulting.

“Why?” he demanded. “Why would the Jedi settle here?” His mother had remarried, had she not? Perhaps whatever farmers had dared to monopolise her affection had decided to throw in their lot with random Jedi, in memorial to the Jedi who had failed to save her from her fate…

“Not. A Jedi.”

“Not a Jedi?” Vader tightened his grip again, and the boy’s cry was near-silent. “Your presence is unmistakeable. Who are you, what do you know, and what do you intend by bringing me here?”

He loosened the grip to let him speak.

“Skywalker,” the boy said.

Vader threw him into the viewport. The whipcrack of his skull against transparisteel was also satisfying. He slid down onto the console, several functions of the ship whirring into action as he landed on them.

A cool breeze blew through the cockpit—increased circulation. He’d opened the vents, and the eddies blew his hair back from his face, so that his eyes were clear and uncovered when he locked them on Vader’s mask and finished, “Luke Skywalker.”

Vader’s fist froze halfway to closing.

“I’m—not a Jedi.” He coughed; Vader could see the muscles in his throat spasming from here. “Don’t know what that is.”

Vader lifted a finger. “You—”

“Thought you were my father.” Luke’s eyes spilled fresh tears down his cheek. Down his soft, ruined cheek. “Must’ve been wrong.”

When Vader reached out to connect to that Force presence, as powerful as any Jedi’s but—now—blaringly obviously untrained, he felt it settle somewhere in his chest. Pain followed. Pain, he was used to, but not this pain.

“You are Anakin Skywalker’s son,” Vader said.

“Overheard my aunt and uncle saying you were… him. Empire’s evil. Like Hutts. Thought you’d be… a slave again.” His head lolled, the effort of keeping it up clearly gargantuan. “Didn’t realise you’d be a Hutt.”

“What do you mean by that?” Vader snapped. Luke flinched. “I am here to negotiate with Jabba, to destroy him if necessary—”

“I came to save you,” Luke muttered. “Didn’t—didn’t even let me explain…”

“You were a stowaway on my ship! What sort of naïve, ignorant child are you? Have you no concept of danger? Of violence?”

“Didn’t expect a Hutt,” Luke muttered again. “Seen them get violent, but—”

“I am not a Hutt!”

Luke didn’t respond—because he didn’t want to, or because he couldn’t, Vader didn’t know. He just kept looking up at Vader through pale lashes, head lolling without the strength to be lifted.

“Thought you were my father,” he said.

“I am your father.”

Luke closed his eyes, then. A thin wisp of a sigh wheezed from his lips. “Oh.”

Vader stormed up and towered over him. “You are a fool,” he hissed. His finger sprang out to jab in his face. “You—”

Luke flinched and turned his face away.

Vader’s tirade stumbled to a halt.

“Maybe,” Luke mumbled. “Dunno what I was thinking.”

But Vader knew what Luke was thinking. It was written into Luke’s thoughts, projected into his mind like a slide-by-slide presentation. It was something that Vader would never, ever have considered. He had never thought he’d get away without being caught. He’d just trusted his father, a man he loved without knowing him, not to hurt him.

He'd had no idea how capable his father was of violence. Now, though…

Now he knew it intimately.

“You require medical assistance,” Vader said awkwardly.

Luke coughed. “Probably can’t afford it.”

“I will provide it.”

“You don’t have to. I…” His heart was audibly breaking. “I get it.”

“You most certainly do not.”

“I—”

“You do not have a choice.” Vader moved for the comlink set into the console and typed in the frequency for his personal medic on the Devastator. “You will require urgent attention if you are to be saved.”

Luke snorted. “I came here… to save you.”

“You cannot save me, Luke,” Vader said. “What was done to me, and what I have done, is written in blood. Anakin Skywalker is dead. You are not.”

Luke cracked his eye open to peer at Vader for a moment, just as his personal medic responded. “No,” he said, almost with amusement. “I’m not.”

Vader wouldn’t realise what that meant until later.

Later, when they returned to the Devastator, and Vader realised a few minutes into Luke’s surgery that he had to get painkillers or anaesthetics for Luke, because Vader’s own droids were not equipped to provide them. He ran for the first time in over a decade, because he could not interrupt the surgery, but Luke was screaming, screaming, screaming, and the sound tattooed itself on his eardrums. He heard it even as he sat in the chair beside Luke in the medbay and watched his sleeping son.

Anakin Skywalker was dead. He had long since been exposed to the violence of the galaxy, the betrayal it was capable of, and he had returned it tenfold.

But because of him, Luke Skywalker was not.

Vader had long since lost any innocence. He had torn it from the hearts of civilians in his campaigns. He had beaten a lot of Luke’s out of him, as well. But not all of it.

Protecting someone had never been something Vader cared about. Even the Empire was not something Vader protected; it was something he served. But after all he had done, Vader would crawl through another universe of torment to sit at his son’s bedside and listen to the beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor assure him that he still lived.

Luke had wanted to bring him home. He had succeeded in that, at least.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Sam's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Shadow Word Count: ~ 0.47K Relationships Mentioned: Sam's dad (completely made up, don't think you missed something in canon or I'm spoiling something, I'm not) TW: Death (peaceful/happy) the horrors that hotdogs are --------------------------------------

One of the many advantages to being a shadow, was easy passage to and from the human realm. Nobody paid any mind to things they thought were a trick of the light. The family business relied on this. And Sam loved it. He and his old man used to walk in the human cities together all the time, filling in the shadows of people to get around and take in everything the sights, the smells, the sounds - which admittedly, not all of them were very pleasant, but it was the city. What else could he have asked for?

People were stupid, slow and unobservant. While wallets and money were all well and good, they never saw the value of their belongings like Sam's father did. Sam remembered wandering the city, slinking from alley to alley, shadow to shadow, keeping up with his father best he could and picking up whatever trinkets he could find in hopes his dad would find a way to put a valuable spin on it. The other lovely thing about being a shadow was transportation was easy. All they had to do was allow an object to slip into the void that was their torso, and they could pull it out later. Anything they wanted, they would just expand their body to fit. Sam remembered how proud he was when he did it to his first hot dog stand, and the look on his father's face when he showed him what he brought home. They had repainted it together, rebranded it, and "borrowed" some other materials from the humans to upgrade it. Thankfully, hotdogs are hotdogs regardless of whether you're in the human or the monster realm. The amalgamation of deemed undesirable meats stuffed into a somewhat more palatable tube was almost surprising for it to have been a human invention. It didn't matter though, it had been Sam's first business he ran with his father in the monster realm. Even after his father passed, his memory lived on. Sam was rather satisfied with how his shop was coming together - on a college campus no less. He knew full well what he could do with the prices- and then tuition would practically pay for itself. He chuckled softly as he set the last of his wares down and picked up what was effectively a blacked out mirror. "They still don't know how t'get a good photo of people like us dad, but they can't hold a candle to our business either. I hope you're with mom. I can't wait t'tell y'both 'bout how far I've come." He smiled softly, placing the photo somewhere he would see it all the time, before moving to flip the sign on his door from "closed" to "Welcome In". Not that anyone was waiting or anything. But it felt good to be back on his feet. ------------------------------------- A/N: Does this make sense? hopefully it makes sense lskdjfhdskjf if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

[madewithspice]

My neighbour- Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Erwin and reader are veryyyy obsessive, lowkey suggestive,stalker vibes. They are both shamless. Idk what else.

A/n: I'm backkkkkk for my Erwin simps

After years the apartment next to him filled with life. More specific, the apartment next to him was now filled with your presence. He didn't mind living next to you but the exact opposite.

He got addicted to you. Addicted to your smile when you greet him. Addicted to the way you laugh when you talk on the phone with your best friend as you walk up the stairs, winking at him to show him that you acknowledge his presence. He was so lucky that the walls were thin and not soundproof. He got to know the music that you like while you're cleaning your apartment. He got to know the shampoo that your using because he helped you so many times lifting the heavy bags from your grocery shopping. Of course he had to buy it so he can see how you smell. It made him feel closer to you.

You weren't any better. Since you saw Erwin you can't get him out of your mind. You got to know when he returns home. You can't help it. You can hear the sound of his keys when he's coming back from work. It never fails to make your heart beating faster than when you're exercising. The thought that you are in the same place the same time makes you lose your mind.

You know that when he has a day off he sits outside in the balcony reading books while smoking. You catch yourself sitting in the corner of your balcony door behind your curtains, watching the man. Admiring his beauty. He looks so handsome focusing on the book. Very hot when he exhales the smoke. You tried to see the title of the book he was reading but his long thick fingers were wrapped all over the cover. If only those hands were around your neck. You tried to feel ashamed for the things you did but shame left your body a long time ago when you saw him.

Erwin learnt by heart your routine. When you wake up, return from work and when you go out with your friends. That's why he was waiting in his car cursing himself that he chose those kind of foolish tactics just to see you more. And there you are. Having the backpack on your shoulder full of your works clothes. You must be exhausted. Especially if you're walking all the way up from the bus station. He would take care of you he thought. He'd pick you up from work so you don't have to suffer with the public transportation. He'd massage your sore body after a long day standing and running. He wonders what sounds you'd make while he was rubbing you.

Then there he is. Helping you with your backpack while heading to your apartment. Giving you the smile that has your heart melting. He came the right time you thought. Very good timing wasn't it? He told you whenever you needed help you can just knock at his door.

You couldn't do anything else but take advantage of it. Knocking his door when you needed help with your faucet. Knocking at his door when another tube broke. Knocking at his door when you needed company. Erwin would drop everything he did just to help you. He'd do anything for you.

Your actions grew bolder. From coffee dates to movies together that made you end up having your thighs next to each other. He understood where this was going but he still couldn't believe his crush liked him or maybe he wanted to see how far you could take it.

You at the other side got tired of making the first move all the time. It didn't sound like you. You always waited for the other one to do something but you wouldn't let Erwin slip out of your hands. Not without trying.

"I think this movie has a good ending" Erwin said to you while you were blowing your nose from crying

"It better have" you pouted because you didn't expect to cry because of a dead dog

Erwin sat back on the couch slightly leaning to you. He was so close to your face that you were feeling his hot breath. Your heart was pounding so loud that it reached your ears. You swore that he could hear it. With his thumb he wiped the tears from your eyes.

"This one is a comedy" he said leaning back to the armrest. You didn't reply. You were too busy trying to breath but you couldn't take away your gaze.

"Are you okay?" He told you concerned and you climb on his lap

"What do you think?" You said some inches away from his face and you closed the distance with a kiss without thinking about it. Its something for your future self to think about.

"Sorry" you said when realisation hit you. You didn't believe you did this. What if his feelings weren't the same after all.

"Don't apologise. I was waiting this since I met you" he brushed your cheek with his thumb

"Then why you didn't do anything about it?" You question leaning your head on his palm

"What can I say? I like my woman to be bold" Erwin kissed your cheek

"I guess we are a great match then" you smile laying on his chest with closed eyes.

You were afraid this was another one of your daydreams so you cherished the moment as much as you could.

-Markie

[spricket-central]

bagel got his upgraded home interior last night! (sorry its dark; I'll take a brighter pic later)

moving him was made easy with my newest invention: the Jr. Tube™️!

this special transport tube is designed to let the passenger stay in the tube as they wait to return home, as well as leave it themselves when they get there, all without leaving the tank lid open!

bagel chose to come out and explore gay baby jail as he waited.

he was very chill in there, actually! after a quick inspection of the premises, he settled down in a shadow and waited patiently for me to finish redecorating his home. he even let me take a very handsome portrait of him!

what gorgeous markings hes developing! the ones on both sides of his eye are very interesting. im excited to see how they look as he grows.

hes absolutely the size crouton was when i first found her, which brings back happy memories! it also means that, based on croutons growth, little bagel likely has about 3 more months until hes fully mature.

anyway, once i finished redecorating, it was time to board the tube once more!

more pictures in the next post; i hit the 10 pic (mobile) limit for this one!

[thomasshelbydrabbles]

Everything’s a Negotiation (8/?)

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x OC, Modern!Alfie Solomons x OC

Warnings: series typical violence, language, sexual situations, possessive behavior, consensual public sexual situations

Summary: Mac decides to take the train up north, per Sydney’s suggestion. What she hadn’t expected was company during the ride.

Word Count: 4039

A/N: Let me know if you would like added to the tag list.

Mac considered ordering a taxi to get her to the train station, but still thought her best chance of getting out of town unnoticed by the gangsters of London would be public transport. It wasn’t that she thought they couldn’t find her, but more her belief that they would be less likely to cause a scene on the tube. Leaving town mid-week meant slightly less foot traffic. No matter how many times they’d ridden the tube, Mac still found herself surprised that Zeus truly enjoyed it. There were always a lot of people for him to make friends with, even more smells for him to enjoy, but she had wondered if all of it would be a bit too much. He sat leaning against her legs as they rode the Northern line towards Euston station. A young girl with pigtails glanced up at her.

“Can I pet your doggie?” 

Mac smiled, glanced up at the adult standing with the young girl. “He’s friendly, but it’s your choice.” 

She watched the girl look pleadingly up at the woman. Mac smiled to herself because that’s exactly how Zeus looked at her when he wanted something, and since he always wanted something, it was the main expression on his furry little face. When the woman nodded her okay Mac smiled down at the girl and knelt down next to Zeus. 

“This is Zeus,” she said as she scruffed his muzzle. “He loves to make friends. And if you pet here behind his ears, he’ll be your friend and might even try to lick your face.” 

At Euston station, Mac waved goodbye to the young girl as she and Zeus made their way to the platform. She’d gotten good at navigating with the dog and her small roller bag, but she still had to deal with people knocking into her, grumbling until they saw Zeus. She found an uncrowded section of the station and pulled Zeus over to sit while she pulled up the ticket on her mobile. Walking towards the first-class cars, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Of course, she figured Tommy had some of his people watching her, but now she wondered if Alfie did, too. Were they to just watch and report, or would one of them try to stop her from boarding the train? Pulling Zeus in a bit closer, she hoped they’d leave her be. No need to start a scene at the train station, but she would. 

“Ticket?”

She smiled as she showed the host her mobile. 

“Pleasure to have you aboard today, Miss Theil. Can I help with your luggage?” 

Mac nodded as she passed off her roller bag. She got Zeus settled into the car before setting up her laptop at a table near the window. 

“Can I get you something to drink before we depart?”

“G&T, please.” 

Just as the server left, Mac felt a wet tongue against her hand. Thinking it was Zeus demanding treats for his good behavior on public transport, she smiled before reaching down to scratch behind his ears. However, the fur beneath her hand did not belong to her dog. 

“Well hello, sir,” she greeted the giant mut standing next to her, tail wagging. “Aren’t you just adorable?” 

“Cyril, you fuckin’ menace come ‘ere.” 

At the sound of Alfie’s voice, both Mac and Cyril looked to see him striding into the car. Adeline frowned as she shook her head. She’d been right that one of them would come find her. Since Alfie was the one on the train, she imagined it wouldn’t be long before whatever minions Tommy had tailing her would report back to him about this most recent development. Would he just show up when she got settled in Lancaster? Or maybe, he’d stew on it. Be waiting for her when she came back to London. Neither option pleased her. 

“Seems the dog isn’t the only one who’s a menace,” Mac said as she stood from her seat. 

Alfie grinned at her. She didn’t want to like the way he looked at her. She did. In fact, she found herself preening a bit under his gaze. The small smile on his face gave a youthful, almost playful air to him. She could almost feel the way his neatly trimmed beard would feel against her skin, the way his plump lips would linger on hers, teasing. Startling her from her daydream, one which, given the knowing look on Alfie’s face she’d been caught in, Zeus came trotting over, tongue hanging out as he moved to sniff at Cyril in greeting. The dogs seemed pleased enough with each other’s company and wandered off to the far side of the car to become the best of dog friends. Mac fought down the urge to call Zeus back to her side. The empty first-class car suddenly felt increasingly small. What was it about these men? Mac found it quite rude that they took up all the oxygen, all the space, as though forcing her to devote her entire focus to them.     

Not that calling Zeus would have helped because Alfie swept her into his arms and captured her lips in a kiss before she’d really even come to terms with him being with her on the train. He was so warm. Like a heated blanket on a cold winter day. His hands spanned most of her back, his large fingers pressed into her, holding her tightly against his chest. She brought her hands up, intending to push him away, but instead, they wrapped around his neck, brushed along the nape of his neck, feeling the smooth, silky texture of his hair beneath her fingers. Since he’d taken all the oxygen with his presence, returning some to her was the least he could do. She sighed as she gave herself over to the feel of him, the way he ignited butterflies in her stomach. He, of course, took advantage of this and dipped his tongue into her mouth, chasing the taste of her. 

The door to the car opened.

Her drink. 

She broke the kiss, his arms stayed wrapped around her, keeping her close to his body. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking along her hip teasingly. A blush bloomed on her cheeks as the host set her drink on the table. She tucked her face against Alfie’s neck, ignoring the way his body shook with silent laughter. Reaching down, she pinched his ass, which caused his whole body to sway forward against hers. The feel of his hard cock had her breath caught in her throat. Through the material of his slacks, through the fabric of her jeans, he still felt…impressive. Long and thick. She groaned as he rolled his hips forward again, teasing her. Testing her. 

Alfie’s hands slid up her body, fingers grazing the side of her neck causing her to shiver. His hands cradled her face, thumbs caressed her jaw as he tilted her face up. 

“What are you doing here, Alfie?”

“Innit obvious, pet? Thought me holding you in me arms and kissin’, yeah, kissin’ your gorgeous face would be a bit obvious, right?” 

Given how her own arms were wrapped around his shoulders, and her lips still tingled from where his beard rubbed against her face when he’d kissed her, then yes, what he came here to do did seem fairly obvious. She still felt as though she’d wake up, find the train gliding along the tracks. Perhaps fan herself a bit, and then go back to her real life. 

“Tell me you didn’t get on a train just to give me a kiss.”

Instead of answering, he lowered his face, connecting their lips again in a kiss that was slow, sensuous - as though he literally had all the time in the world to stand here on a train and kiss her senseless. Again, she fell into it, her body molding to his as her hands moved from his shoulders up to his hair. Her fingers sunk into it. The thick strands wrapped around her fingers as she tugged him closer to her. Her whole body fit in the shadow of his, his broad shoulders made her feel small, delicate. 

This time it was Alfie who pulled back first. His fingers combed through her hair before tucking it behind her ear. 

“My family, we’re bakers. Going back generations, baking bread. Brown bread, white bread…loaves and loaves of it. Now, that’s not all that interesting since many people, yeah, many people can bake bread, but what it does mean, pet, is that I’m good with me hands, right, very good with ‘em.”

As he spoke, Alfie moved around her body. His hands began kneading her shoulders, down her arms, around to the small of her back. A low moan passed her lips as he dug his fingers into her muscles, loosening them even as other parts of her tightened in response. She felt as much as heard his laugh along her spine, his breath warm on her neck. 

“Know you’ve been feeling a bit of stress, a bit of stress these past few weeks, pet. Some of it caused by me and that’s bad, right, bad of me. So I’m here, right, I’m here to apologize for my behavior in your office,” Alfie whispered, his lips teasing along her neck.  

“You always apologize like this?”

He chuckled, low, masculine - the sound had her vibrating. “No, pet. I don’t make it a habit of apologizin’. See, men in my line of work, right, my particular business, can’t be seen apologizin’ for things because it allows people to get ideas, see, stupid fuckin’ ideas about me, about my nature.”

Mac groaned as she arched like a cat under his hands. “And what exactly am I meant to understand about your nature, Alfie?” 

“You, pet? I did not like the way we left things in your office, not a bit. I know it’s mostly my fault because I’m a man accustomed to things going the way I want them, see, and when they don’t, well…” 

Alfie’s hands had moved back up to her shoulders. She could imagine him baking bread, could almost see him stood in the kitchen, apron around his waist, kneading the dough with his big hands. Her shoulders began to relax as he continued to weave a magic spell over her body. 

“If the whole gangs of London thing don’t work out for you, I’d be your first customer at your massage place.”

“You forgive me, pet?”

Mac’s head rolled forward as Alfie’s thumbs dug into her trapezius. It wasn’t fair. She’d agree to anything right now, and…

With a great degree of reluctance, she slowly drew away from his hands, and turned to face him. 

“Why are you here, Alfie?” 

“Work for me.” 

“No.” 

Mac looked around the empty car, brow furrowed. “How is the car this empty? Not that I mind because that would have been quite a show for anyone who might have been in here, and I’m not about giving folks a free show. But it is odd.” 

“Bought the whole car when I found out that you’d purchased a first-class ticket for yourself because I did not want us to be disturbed. We have business to discuss, pet, and I thought it best we be alone for it, yeah?”

“And all the bread-making you did when you walked in?”

Alfie smiled. Damn. She wanted to hate it. But. Just like Tommy that smile was her undoing. Made him seem like a friendly teddy bear. Of course, she knew both he and Tommy would bite, but she’d never been good at learning lessons the easy way. Given how flustered they both made her, she did find it a bit of a miracle that they both continued to be so keen on having her work for them. Certainly, the could go to another firm and find a woman who could refrain from becoming a needy ball of sexual tension. 

“I told you, pet, that was an apology from me to you for my poor manners in your office. My words, right, they upset you that day, and I found myself not liking, right, not liking that my words had upset you.” 

“Now that you’re done apologizing to me, you want me to work for you.” 

“Yes.” 

Mac reached for her G&T and took a long swallow. She grimaced because a lot of the ice had melted, and she hated how watery it had become. Still, she gulped it down like it might be the last drop of gin this side of the Atlantic. 

“Are you and Tommy always like this?” Mac paused, brought a finger to her chin. “Although, I can’t imagine you make out with everyone you want to do business with. Both because I’d feel much less special and because that just seems like a lot of work for you. I’ve explained why it would be a foolish decision to work for either of you. Yet, both of you seem to think you can change my mind by seducing me, and while I’m flattered, and more than a bit overwhelmed, I value my business. As a businessman yourself, I’m sure you can understand my position.” 

“I do understand.” 

“Then what the fuck, Alfie?”

Her tone drew Zeus’ attention, and soon both dogs had trotted over to where they stood nose to nose. She felt Zeus lick her fingers and she reached down to scratch behind his ears. She wanted another drink. Actually, she wanted to sit down in that chair near the window, put in her earbuds and listen to her true crime, guilty pleasure, podcast. 

“Write the contracts in your benefit, pet. You’re clever, and ruthless - I know what you took from Ollie that day,” Alfie said with a wink. “Write them up in such a way that it’s deleterious to either myself or Mister Shelby to betray each other.”

Mac knew her jaw had to be on the ground. He couldn’t possibly have just said that to her.

“What, like bloody primary school? I send you off to the corner when you decided you can’t share the crayons anymore?”

“A bit like that,” Alfie said slowly, his hand stroked his beard. “It is a bit like that, yeah. Because men like me and Thomas Shelby, right, we just can’t help ourselves, pet. And we need, we need someone to provide the boundaries. And in return we make you a wealthy woman, keep you safe.”

She laughed. A great involuntary sound. It had a manic note to it she thought appropriate for the situation, if a bit dramatic. “I swear it’s like you two read the same script. I don’t need money, Alfie. And if it weren’t for you both, I’d not need protecting.” 

“Pet - ”

Mac held a hand up to stop whatever nonsense would come out of his mouth next and took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s pretend for a moment that I’ve gone mad, and I’m entertaining this ridiculous idea of yours. Let’s say I have my team of highly paid, very, very nasty barristers draw up a contract that gives you little worms no room to wriggle, one that makes me the queen of fucking everything you bastards own if you so much as glance at the other’s crayons with ill intent. I do that. I have it drawn up. Everyone signs in blood. Everyone’s happy. Until. Until one of you decides that happy is boring. Men like you, Alfie, men like Tommy - you just get bored, don’t you. Just exactly like bloody toddlers, and when you get bored, you break things. But, now, you’ve got this fancy contract that makes me the last man standing. So instead of breaking toys, you break me instead.” 

She paused. Met his eyes. He had a good poker face. It wasn’t cold and aloof like Tommy. It was just vacant. Like he’d gone somewhere else in his mind. 

“I know how that scenario ends, Alfie.”

“If,” Alfie began slowly. “If there came a time that Thomas and I decided our little agreement, right, our promise to each other, to you, no longer worked for us, right, by the time that happened, Thomas Shelby would be so in love with you that he’d not have you killed, pet. Couldn’t do it.” 

Mac ignored the way her heart beat a bit faster at the thought of Tommy being in love with her. Given how he’d responded when Rodney had shown up to her flat, and the way he’d had Michael escort her immediately to him when all Hank had done was cause her a bit of emotional upset, she could see it. What startled her the most was realizing she could imagine herself loving him back. Veering sharply away from that line of thought, she instead focused on what Alfie didn’t say.

“And you, Mister Solomons? Would you be ‘so in love with me’ that you’d not have me killed?”

The silence hung between them. She couldn’t even be angry about it because she knew. He’d told her that day in her office. Forever wasn’t a promise Alfie Solomons could offer to her. Instead, she got massages and promises of Fabergé Eggs. Perhaps giving the order to see her killed would be difficult for him. Maybe he’d even consider a course of action that didn’t end with her lifeless body in a nice pine box. Yet she knew Alfie. At least, she knew the type. Business would come first. And in the end, when it all went tits up, that’s all she would be…a loose end that needed to be tied up. All in service of business. 

She nodded. “I believe we have reached an impasse, Mister Solomons.” 

“Perhaps not,” Alfie said.

Mac didn’t like the serious tone he used. So many thoughts flashed through her mind. 

“Ollie, small thing that he is, found somethin’ useful. Not that he meant to, no. Hurt his feelings you did that day. He went lookin’ for somethin’ to use against you, but you’re good at your job, Miss Theil, very good at your job, yeah, so he couldn't find anything. Moped around like a child. For days. Like a fuckin’ child. Then, one day, he comes into me office excited as I’ve ever seen him, and he learned something about you, pet, about your family.” 

Mac stiffened. Beside her, Zeus stood, moved to a guard position in front of her. 

“None of that, pet. I’m not here to harm you, no. But your family, an uncle of yours I believe, goes by Hank, and what a fucking stupid name that is, but very Gentile, yes, very fucking Gentile that name, Hank. Well, it appears that he has recently made some business purchases that you might find interesting. Thames Security and Clover have been purchased, and see these names, pet, they seemed familiar. I’d seen them before on that nice list your office sent me the first time you told me no. Both companies were on the top of that list.”

Mac stumbled a bit. Alfie reached out and steadied her, hands warm on her skin. She wanted to push him away, but she didn’t want to fall on her ass, so she leaned into him. Felt his fingers card through her hair. Damn him. Damn them all. Why did it have to feel so good? 

“He doesn’t have the capital for that kind of move,” Mac said as she pulled back. “He’s old money, but he relies on the reputation of that name, of the fucking gentry politics more than any sort of funding. He’s not broke, but those are large companies, strong companies. How the fuck did he get that kind of money?” 

“Before you jump to conclusions because I know my actions might have you thinking foolishness, I didn’t give your uncle, right, I did not give that man any money. Not a bloody pence of my money went to him. Ollie dug up the court documents, right, the documents containing information about his atrocious behavior and the things that he said to you, the fucking words he spoke in a court of law about you. Ollie found those and gave them to me. I read them. Yes, I read them, and you are a good person, pet, a fucking good person for not having him killed for what he said, and for what he did to you, to your family.” 

She couldn’t breathe. Zeus whimpered, nudged her with his nose. When had the walls gotten so close to her? Hadn’t there been windows in this car? Hank’s smug, bloated face hovered in front of her, little grin tugging his thin, mustached lips. Mac squeezed her eyes closed, but Hank only grew larger. There wasn’t enough air in the room. She couldn't feel the tips of her fingers. Couldn’t breathe. 

Warm fingers on her face gently stroking her cheek. A broad hand on her chest. Her own hand pressed against a warm body. She could feel a steady thump, thump, thump beneath her fingers. 

“Breathe with me, pet.” 

She knew the voice. Knew it would keep her safe. She tried to do as he said. Kept her hand against his chest, took a breath in through her nose, released it through her mouth. 

Blinking slowly, she forced her eyes open. Alfie knelt on the ground in front of her, eyes tracking her movements, concern etched into her face. She hated how weak her family made her. The panic attacks started when her uncle first brought the suit against her. They increased as litigation continued. Thankfully, she’d never had one in front of him. It was bad enough that both Tommy and now Alfie had seen her have one. She knew men like them shouldn't have this kind of power over her. As Alfie said, Tommy might grow to love her enough for it not to matter, but Alfie would always be a wild card. 

“Give me a reason for him to keep breathing, pet. This uncle of yours deserves a shallow grave, pet, not worth wasting the work of a proper burial.” 

“He’s not worth it.” 

“Bollocks.” 

Mac laughed. The noise startled her. Now, though she had a problem. Alfie had leverage. And now Hank was making moves that made little sense to her. This all might lead to her needing the protection Tommy and Alfie could offer to her firm. She doubted any respectable lender would front Hank the money, gentry or not. Even more so, she knew the owners of both companies. They had no reason to sell. She sighed. 

“Birmingham New Street.”

She’d not noticed the chime for any of the other stops. In her defense, she’d been highly distracted by a man she figured practiced distracting folks daily. 

“That’s me, pet. You’ve the rest of the ride to yourself. Bought the car out as far as Lancaster, so you’ll not be disturbed. I’ll ‘ave them bring you another drink, right, another one when I get me and Cyril off.” 

She nodded mechanically. 

“Think about my offer. Do your research, right, figure out what that worm of an uncle of yours is doing, yeah, and make a plan. Be clever.” 

“I can’t exactly say thank you and mean it, but I’m glad I know now.” 

Alfie nodded. “Fair enough, pet.” 

He pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. It didn’t so much feel like a goodbye, which is what she’d expected. Instead, it felt like a placeholder. As though he’d simply pressed pause on their…bread making. 

When the door closed behind him, she fell heavily into the chair. Zeus sat near her feet, his head resting in her lap, eyes staring up at her. She scratched behind his ears.

“I have no idea what we’re going to do, buddy.” 

The door opened again, and she just about expected to see Alfie again, maybe even Tommy. Thankfully, it was just the host carrying a tray with another G&T and a charcuterie board. Just as it was set down on the table near her, her stomach let out a loud growl. She chuckled to herself. Damn the gangsters in her life. Damn them all.

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[erissaacorn]

[Glamrock Baby AU]

Note: This AU is under development and some things may change in the future. I also apologize for any mistakes or awkward phrasing; English is not my first language.

As described by Fazbear’s Entertainment:

“She can sing, she can dance, she knows all the mathematical formulas, she can even make ice cream.”

“This young and awesome rock star has a bright future ahead of her. She’s cool, popular, and always dependable. Having difficulties with your homework? No fear, Big Sis Baby is here! Learn, play, and watch her ridiculously epic performances on stage! And don’t forget to purchase her new Baby’s specials! Delicious dairy delights are waiting for you.”

Animatronic descriptions:

Glamrock or Daycare Baby is a 4’4 feet or 1.32 meters tall animatronic with a middle schooler’s proportions. She has bright red hair modeled as curly pigtails and bangs reminiscent of melting ice cream. The upside down cones on top of her head supports the idea. The cones stay in place with the help of a cone-holder, which increases her height by a few centimeters. Her eyes are light blue and have a subtle glow which gets more noticeable the darker it gets. There are two markings on her face, one of a pink heart and another one of a yellow star. She has a small red nose and her mouth can open and close, although it is always curved upwards into a smile. There are noticeable sections on her face despite them not being able to be opened without tools. She wears a sleeveless light blue shirt which shows her stomach where there is a stomach hatch that can be opened. The shirt has a white collar and a pink heart on the left side. She also has a tie with a waffle cone pattern. Her stomach hatch is in the shape of an upside down heart. Her skirt is 80’s patterns inspired with three main colors of red, yellow and blue, and three accent colors of brow, white and purple. She wears white socks and red shoes which vaguely resemble clown shoes. There is a star at the back of each shoe. Her “backpack” is dark blue and has a holder for her microphone, which is also a recorder and speaker, that is shaped like a cone ice cream.

Functionality and role:

-Baby’s backpack is actually an ice cream machine which can be removed. It and the microphone amongst other things can be controlled by Baby if there is a pink heart symbol on them. This is a technology unique to Baby although it shares similarities with Bluetooth, so it is called Sweet-tooth. Once attached, liquid poured into Baby’s mouth is transported into the ice cream machine which is of course turned into ice cream. Then, it is dispensed through a tube into Baby’s stomach where there is a “scooper” meant to hold the ice cream. After that, she opens her hatch and places the ice cream into a cone. This mechanic is only a fun gimmick and is not used for any real monetary purposes. The cost of said gimmick is more than made up for by actual dessert sales and school supplies sales that she heavily promotes.

[A poster of Glamrock Baby advertising school supplies]

[A standee of Glamrock Baby advertising dairy]

-She was conceived by Fazbear’s Entertainment as a way to clear Circus Baby’s image as well as cover up the tragedy with Elizabeth Afton. Instead of being 7 feet tall, she is just 4’4 feet, no where near big enough to fit a child inside. There is also no face plates or scary claw hiding in her stomach.

-She is one of the re-newed Funtime animatronics which are used in the daycare. If there was a ranking system, they would be under Sun and Moon. Although, Baby also has some command over the new Funtimes.

Other lore bits:

[A poster or standee of Glamrock Baby advertising her show]

-Her Daycare stage is located right outside the slide entrance into the daycare. She has her own elevator that she can take to go down there.

[A wall painting of Glamrock Baby encouraging kids to stay in school]

-She is popular amongst young kids, mostly because she solves their homework but there are other reasons as well. For example, she is an older sister figure for toddlers, young enough to be relatable and just old enough to be cool and not intimidating.

-She is close with Sun, often helping him in the daycare. They enjoy playing hide and seek with the kids, which is when her microphone comes in handy. She uses it to distract them and stir them in another direction. However, she is not very fond of Moon and is a bit scared of him. Sometimes, he mistakes her for a human child.

-In the storyline, she plays an ally role towards Gregory, helping him distract other animatronics and find solutions. This part is still in development so I don’t have much here yet.

-She can be considered possessed by a spirit. However, the spirit is not aggressive. She knows of the existence of said spirit and can actually communicate with it. You probably all know who it is but let’s just play pretend.

[startrekprodigyfan]

Older Trekkies: “Why don’t the kids just use the transporter?”

Me: Oh well, see… when they’re scanning the planet they mention there’s a type of low level radiation and if you know your lore you will understand that this type of radiation often disrupts transporters!

Older Trekkies: “Why are there so many alpha quadrant aliens in the delta quadrant?”

Me: Well, this series takes place 5 or so years after Voyager, and if you remember Voyager got a lot of tech and specs for improving warp travel that they weren’t able to implement on their ship but that Starfleet engineers would go gaga for. And there’s the added bonus of having defeated the Borg there are now just unoccupied unrestricted access to transwarp conduits that traverse all over the universe.

Older Trekkies: “Speaking of the Borg, why aren’t they just assimilating the kids with nano tubes? Why do we have to make the Borg less scary for kids?”

Me: Actually, if you remember at the end of Voyager, Janeway defeats the Borg by destroying their nano bots and putting them essentially into hibernation mode forever. And if you recall before First Contact, the Borg didn’t use nano tubes, they actually assimilated through old fashioned medical surgery.

Older Trekkies: “ugh… Why are there Kazon everywhere?”

Me: This is actually a fascinating thing where the defeat of the Borg and the opening of those previously mentioned transwarp conduits has allowed them to fill a power vacuum and spread themselves even further than they were previously able to.

Older Trekkies: “Why is there still a neutral zone? Isn’t the Romulan supernova thing going on?”

Me: It is! The supernova won’t happen for a few more years, but the evacuation procedures and assistance Starfleet is giving the Romulans is happening right now! But just because they’re helping doesn’t mean Romulans are just gonna let Starfleet do whatever they want! They’re still a proud race with government and rules!

Older Trekkies: “Why on earth would Admiral Janeway be on a ship that was designed like the one used to trick Voyager?”

Me: There’s actually a really good reason for this. B'Elanna helped design it and it uses the same tech and as such is a sobering reminder that Starfleet needs to do better and to fix the mistakes they made in the Delta Quadrant and…

Older Trekkies: “I guess it’s just a kids show so they don’t respect canon.”

Me: I… wait what?????????

Older Trekkies: “None of this makes sense. There’s alpha quadrant aliens all over the place, the writers just seem to pick and choose which parts of canon to respect. And I get that, it’s a kids show, so kids aren’t steeped in the lore. But for us adults they should do a better job respecting canon.”

Me: Are you… are you serious????

[kitabread]

pin:0002 - Osamu Miya [Chapter 1]

Genre: Fluff, Eventual Angst

Character: Miya Osamu of Haikyuu

Warnings: Story is set in the early 00s, OC is a black female, thievery

Word Count: 2.5k

*2.3.01 - 2:30 pm*

Imani swung the mall doors open, her Juicy Couture flip-flops making a soft shuffle sound against the tiled flooring as she made a beeline for the food court.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Asia laughed as Imani rushed over to their table.

“Damn, Mani, can you be on time for once?” Nellie asked as Imani slumped into her chair.

“Girl, it is not my fault this time. My brother was hogging the bathroom all morning. Then, Ma was trippin’ the minute I walked past her room fully dressed. Somethin’ about how I already went out last night, I don’t know. And don’t even get me started on the bus. Arguing with Ma made me miss the one I had to catch to get here on time!”

Asia laughed, shaking her head. “Here, I got your usual,” She pushed a Subway Veggie Delight toward the exasperated girl. “But seriously, Mani, you have got to get it together.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m trying.” Imani took a bite, humming in contentment. Asia even remembered the honey mustard. Imani could always count on her best friend.

“Well maybe we need to try harder than your little 20 hours a week at T-Mobile” Nellie shrugged, wincing when Asia elbowed her under the table. “Ow! Don’t hit me like you weren’t thinking it too. Mani, you need a car. You wouldn’t have to worry about your family getting in your way if your transportation was more stable.”

Imani sighed. “I know that, but T-Mobile was the only job willing to hire me while in college full-time. I know a car would make life way easier, but I just don’t got it like that right now.” She crumpled up the sandwich wrapper in front of her. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until Asia handed her that sandwich.

“Alright, well we came to have fun, buy cute clothes and look at cute guys. We can talk about life later. Right now, I’m more worried about that Baby Phat tee I saw in the window with my name on it. Let’s go.” Asia bounced out of her seat, her cat-shaped belly piercing peeking out from her tube top. Imani shook her head. She knew how much her girl loved her Baby Phat. She stood up, adjusting her headscarf and brushing any crumbs off her baby tee and jeans before catching up to her friends.

She was completely oblivious to the silver-haired guy watching her from across the food court.

The three girls walked out of what was probably the millionth store they entered. Imani slumped against the display window, ignoring the security guard attempting to discourage her from doing so. “We leaving now, right?”

She asked.

“Already? I think there’s another sale in a store downstairs…” Asia complained.

“Bitch, that’s enough. You are ADDICTED.” Nellie spat, starting an argument between the two.

Imani laughed, backing away from the pair. “While y'all hash that out, I’m gonna go get a drink from the food court.” She said, barely catching either girl's attention.

She made her way back down to the smoothie stand, setting her bags down as she inspected the menu. Strawberry Banana was her go-to, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted that one today.

“The Peach and Mango is really good.”

Imani turned around, coming face to face with a silver-haired man in a crisp, white button-up, dark-colored jeans, and white low-top sneakers.

“I don’t remember asking, but thank you. I’ll try that.” Imani smiled, turning away. She placed her order, stepping aside to wait for her drink.

“I’m Osamu, by the way.”

She laughed softly. “Imani. Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Imani. Tell me, where are you headed after your smoothie run?”

She shrugged. “Probably home.”

“Home? It’s barely 5 pm on a Saturday. Surely you have other plans?”

“Not when I have an hour-long bus ride to take.”

Osamu tsked. “You’re far too beautiful to be taking the bus.”

“Well, life doesn’t seem to agree with you.” Imani reached out for her drink, thanking the cashier.

“You know, my BMW is parked outside. I can give you a ride.”

Imani turned to the man, looking for any indication he was joking. When she couldn’t find any, she laughed.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah I do, you’re Imani??” He tilted his head, smiling when Imani laughed again. “All I’m asking is to do you a favor so you can avoid the long commute. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Well, my girls are still upstairs, and I’m not going to ditch them no matter how cute you are.”

“I’ll let the cute comment slide…for now,” He said. “So, we take them with us. Drop them off then you can roll with me for a bit.”

“Roll with you? What happened to just doing me a favor?”

Osamu smirked, pulling Imani in by the belt loops, closing any space between them. She reveled in the smell of his cologne. “I know what I said, but I want to see more of you by the minute. Can you blame me? Look at you.” He marveled at her golden brown skin, the curve of her breasts, and the way her stomach poked out of her jeans just slightly.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure I like you enough for all that.”

“You haven’t pulled away from me yet, have you?” He said, inching closer if that was even possible. “See, I knew you liked me.” He said when Imani didn’t budge.

Imani smiled, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. I will see what my girls think, and if I make up my mind, I will let you know.”

Osamu handed her his Nokia, never once taking his eyes off of her when doing so. Imani saved her number before heading back upstairs.

“Damn girl, did they make you harvest the fruit yourself?” Nellie said when Imani was finally in earshot.

“Seriously Mani, was there a line or something? We been gave up on our argument.” Asia said.

“My bad y’all, I got caught up talking to this dude.” Imani shook her head.

“A dude?” Asia and Nellie said in unison.

“Don’t keep all this info to yourself now,” Nellie said, snapping her fingers.

Imani shrugged. “He just some guy, who recommended my drink and offered to drive us home.”

“A fine man with a car? Girl, you better have him come get us!” Nellie said.

“And maybe you can hang with him after.” Asia wiggled her eyebrows.

“Y’all are annoying.” Imani rolled her eyes. Just then, her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Have you decided?”

Imani smiled. “Yeah, okay. We’ll ride with you.”

“I’ll bring the car around to the front. See you soon.” He said, the smile on his face evident in his voice.

“Bye Asia!” Imani called out from the passenger seat.

“Later, girl. It was nice meeting you, Osamu.” Asia said, shuffling from the back seat onto the pavement in front of her building.

“Nice meeting you, Asia. Take care.” Osamu said, ducking his head to look for something in the center console. Over his shoulder, Imani watched as Asia mouthed ‘Bag him, sis! He cute!’ while poking her cheek with her tongue. Imani narrowed her eyes before mouthing back ‘Girl, shut up.’ Asia laughed before finally stepping into her building.

“Well, we’re finally alone. What do you want to do?” Osamu asked.

“So you really not taking me home? For real?” Imani asked, smirking.

Osamu laughed. “I know a real good dinner spot around here. My treat.” Osamu stole a glance at Imani as he pulled off the curb, smiling as she cozied up in the seat once again.

*2 years later*

If someone had told Imani that one fateful mall trip would change her life to this extreme, she’d never have believed them.

From struggling to make ends meet to having every little thing she could ask for at her fingertips without moving a single muscle. She had everything from graduating college debt-free to obtaining the trendiest outfits of the year.

And it was thanks to Osamu Miya. 

She wasn’t sure when Osamu went from stranger to boyfriend, but the pair had grown inseparable. He was there for her when she needed to get away from her family, and when she walked across the stage for her degree in Interpersonal Communications, he was filming the entire thing. 

Most of Imani’s family questioned how Osamu had enough money to fund Imani’s schooling at such a young age. The couple was only 2 years apart, after all, which is nowhere near enough time to garner that much wealth. Imani brushed off their concerns. “He just comes from money.” She’d tell them.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

See, Osamu was a man of simplicity. He saw what he wanted, and he took it. His methods just weren’t always..legal, per se. Maybe it was the classic pickpocket situation, where he swiped a shiny little credit card off an old woman on the street. Perhaps it was something larger, like stolen data from a seemingly innocent free wifi hotspot. No matter the method, if it exists, ‘Samu’s tried it.

His method of choice this time was scamming at the local Pizza Hut. The classic ‘I’m sorry ma’am, the payment didn’t go through, may I swipe again?’ while shining his pearly whites to all the middle-aged women that saw him as a breath of fresh air from their loud children. Poor things, they didn’t suspect a thing.

“Good work today, Miya. Hiring you was the right thing to do; anytime you’re in here, the families just flood in.” The manager called out as Osamu pushed the doors open, not responding as he made a beeline to his car.

“Did you get it?”

Osamu smiled, sliding his hand into his pocket and fishing out a tiny device. “Right here, baby.” He placed the mechanism in her waiting palm, planting a kiss on her cheek as he did so.

Imani plugged the device in, the computer screen illuminating as information ran across the screen. Names, numbers, addresses, card info. It was all visible and available in the blink of an eye. “And just like that, it’s all here.” She smirked, closing the laptop and sliding it under the backseat. “Where did you even find this thing anyway?”

“Does it matter? It’s gonna make us a whole lot of money.” Osamu sped down the highway. “Too bad we’re on the move again.”

“Again?”

Osamu nodded. “Got the text from Kiyoomi this morning. He’s onto us.”

Imani chuckled. “He really thinks he’s going to catch us, huh? Doesn’t he know we’ll always be one step ahead?”

He intertwined his fingers with hers. “Always.”

Imani learned early on that being with Osamu would be no easy feat. Not only did he never want to settle down anywhere, he couldn’t. His little schemes had put him on the Bureau’s radar long ago (a case of stolen identity gone wrong at the age of 18), which meant that Osamu had to watch his back. It also meant he needed to bring in backup. Luckily, his old friend Kiyoomi had become really tech-savvy over the years and agreed to let him know when the feds were onto him. No phone calls or in person meets. That would be too obvious. A single letter was all that was needed for both of them to understand: A.

These texts were few and far between: Osamu was learning the Bureau’s habits which meant he didn’t need Kiyoomi’s help as often. Especially now with Imani by his side, they dealt with most issues together. They still sent Kiyoomi his full share, though. It’s only fair.

“Where are we going next? “ Imani yawned and stretched in the passenger seat.

“Vegas. Lay low for a while in a place where it’ll be hard to find us. You still have the storage unit, right?”

She nodded. “I took a good portion of our stuff there, and the essentials are in the trunk. The unit is still in my mother’s name too.”

He nodded. “Well, Vegas here we come. Maybe we’ll get hitched?”

“In your dreams.” Imani said, closing her eyes and dozing off.

-Omniscient POV-

*Back at the Pizza Hut, the next day*

“Sir, I just want my refund, that’s all!”

“Ma’am, I’m very sorry. Our systems show you were only paid once. It’s right here on the computer.”

“That’s so strange! There are two transactions from yesterday, and this is the only place I stopped at before heading home. Are you sure?” The older woman sighed.

The conversation was cut short by the chime on the door. Three men with formidable builds in plain t-shirts and jeans were now standing in the waiting area.

“I’m very sorry gentlemen, we’re actually closed for another hour.” The manager called out.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, we are here on business.” The tallest of the men stepped forward, a manila folder in hand. “We want to know if you’ve seen this man.”

The manager furrowed his eyebrows. “Well, his hair is different, but yes. That’s Osamu, our cashier. Why are you looking for him?”

The unknown man shared a glance with his companions, who both nodded. 

“Have you heard from him today?” He turned his attention back to the employee.

“No, but he is on the schedule for later today. He’s never missed a day of work, and he’s an amazing worker. I’m sure he’ll show up and clear any problems you may have.”

The man chuckled. This wasn’t different from anything else he’s heard before. “Could you maybe call him and have him come in?”

“I just told you he’s already on the schedule-” The manager trailed off when the man fetched a 3x2 inch card from his wallet. ‘FBI’ was written in big black letters. “Please?”

The manager nodded, dialing the number as quickly as he could.

“The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” was heard through the receiver.

The FBI agent sighed. “Just as I suspected. We’re too late. I’d suggest you go back into your records to make sure no other money is unaccounted for. I’ll bet he is responsible for this lady’s missing money as well, with which we can provide assistance for the charges.”

“Charges? No, I won’t be pressing charges.” The lady shook her head. 

“What? Ma’am, he stole from you. You are entitled to that money back.” 

“I’m not pressing charges. Osamu has helped me many times, carrying the pizza out to the car, playing with the kids here on his breaks, and even running back into the kitchen to make me a pizza after closing because I was in a pinch. If he stole from me, he has a good reason. He can keep it.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, The agent exhaled and said, “Well, I can’t force you. I would encourage you both to give me a call if you need or hear anything.” He handed them both a business card each.

“What do we do now, boss?” 

“Let’s head back to the office. He was just here last night, so he can’t be far. As long as he’s out there, I can find him.”

The manager and customer watched the leader of the group storm out, his minions following close behind. It was then that they took a look at the cards in their hands.

Special Agent Atsumu Miya.

It's about time I get back into updating this blog :3.

I'm looking forward to showing you all Osamu and Imani's story !

(Imani's bffs will also make a comeback !!)

-pluto

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

The Underground Serial Killer: Kieran Patrick Kelly

Kelly was born in 1930 in the small town of Rathdowney, County Laois. He and his family moved to Dublin in the early 1940s, where Kelly became involved in petty crime. At 18, Kelly enlisted in the British army but was dishonourably discharged in 1951 for going AWOL. He moved back and forth between Dublin and London for a number of years before settling in London permanently in about 1960. There he married, had a number of children, and worked in the construction industry, before the break-up of his marriage and his growing alcoholism led to him becoming homeless.

Kieran Kelly spent three decades behind bars after being found guilty of the murder of two people but it is likely that he was also responsible for 29 more deaths around London in the 1970s and possibly a lot more.

In 1953 Kelly travelled to London with his best friend, Christy Smith, to watch the Queen's Coronation. One night Mr Smith made a passing comment about Kelly being unmarried at 30. Kelly took this to mean Mr Smith suspected he was gay. Later, after a night out with two women, the men were standing on a Tube platform when Kelly had what he would later describe this as an 'epiphany' and pushed Mr Smith on to the tracks. It was, he would say, a 'solution' to his problem.

Over the next three decades, Kelly was charged with eight counts of murder by eight different police forces. Each appeared to be an open-and-shut case - including one in which three different witnesses testified to seeing Kelly pushing a man under an Underground train - but Kelly was acquitted of all eight charges.

It was not until 1983 that Kelly finally admitted to killing a man - a vagrant named William Boyd whom he strangled to death in a police cell for snoring too loudly.

During the police interview Kelly confessed he had killed not only Mr Boyd, but 15 others over the last 30 years. As a result of the information provided in the police interviews, Mr Platt built 16 different cases to submit to the director of public prosecutions. It was decided the Crown would proceed with just five. The following year Kelly was convicted of the manslaughter of Mr Boyd and the murder of a second victim, Hector Fisher, who was found stabbed to death in a churchyard in Clapham, south London, on Christmas Day. 

Police records show Kelly was witness to an 'astonishing' number of apparent suicides on the Tube. In each case Kelly nudged his victim on to the track before waiting to speak to police officers. He would recount how the apparently troubled man had confided in him about marital or money problems before stepping in front of the train.

Family members of seven further potential victims have come forward to the British Transport Police, believing cases of suspected suicide might have been the work of Kelly. Kelly seemed to target three different groups of people - gay men, police informants and men who reminded him of Mr Smith, his first victim - and used different methods to kill each.

Remains have also been recently unearthed at a property owned by Kelly in Dublin.

If he was responsible for the 31 deaths to which he has been linked, Kelly would have been one of Britain's most prolific serial killers.

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Underground Serial Killer: Kieran Patrick Kelly

Kelly was born in 1930 in the small town of Rathdowney, County Laois. He and his family moved to Dublin in the early 1940s, where Kelly became involved in petty crime. At 18, Kelly enlisted in the British army but was dishonourably discharged in 1951 for going AWOL. He moved back and forth between Dublin and London for a number of years before settling in London permanently in about 1960. There he married, had a number of children, and worked in the construction industry, before the break-up of his marriage and his growing alcoholism led to him becoming homeless.

Kieran Kelly spent three decades behind bars after being found guilty of the murder of two people but it is likely that he was also responsible for 29 more deaths around London in the 1970s and possibly a lot more.

In 1953 Kelly travelled to London with his best friend, Christy Smith, to watch the Queen's Coronation. One night Mr Smith made a passing comment about Kelly being unmarried at 30. Kelly took this to mean Mr Smith suspected he was gay. Later, after a night out with two women, the men were standing on a Tube platform when Kelly had what he would later describe this as an 'epiphany' and pushed Mr Smith on to the tracks. It was, he would say, a 'solution' to his problem.

Over the next three decades, Kelly was charged with eight counts of murder by eight different police forces. Each appeared to be an open-and-shut case - including one in which three different witnesses testified to seeing Kelly pushing a man under an Underground train - but Kelly was acquitted of all eight charges.

It was not until 1983 that Kelly finally admitted to killing a man - a vagrant named William Boyd whom he strangled to death in a police cell for snoring too loudly.

During the police interview Kelly confessed he had killed not only Mr Boyd, but 15 others over the last 30 years. As a result of the information provided in the police interviews, Mr Platt built 16 different cases to submit to the director of public prosecutions. It was decided the Crown would proceed with just five. The following year Kelly was convicted of the manslaughter of Mr Boyd and the murder of a second victim, Hector Fisher, who was found stabbed to death in a churchyard in Clapham, south London, on Christmas Day. 

Police records show Kelly was witness to an 'astonishing' number of apparent suicides on the Tube. In each case Kelly nudged his victim on to the track before waiting to speak to police officers. He would recount how the apparently troubled man had confided in him about marital or money problems before stepping in front of the train.

Family members of seven further potential victims have come forward to the British Transport Police, believing cases of suspected suicide might have been the work of Kelly. Kelly seemed to target three different groups of people - gay men, police informants and men who reminded him of Mr Smith, his first victim - and used different methods to kill each.

Remains have also been recently unearthed at a property owned by Kelly in Dublin.

If he was responsible for the 31 deaths to which he has been linked, Kelly would have been one of Britain's most prolific serial killers.