#ch: matt davidson

[darcolomew]

Criminal intent ch 2

After we got back from blasting the vipers we partied hard as fuck, im talking whisky, vodka, Budweiser, cocaine, backwoods, bongs, shrooms and percs. I obviously don't remember that night but the next thing i do remember is getting a call that Jorjas house got shot up by the vipers, the Wendigo rydas, the Pirates and the black flags all sent guys to track down the shooters, it ended in a carfire on the side of the highway and 4 missing persons, all vipers, never found. The next day, my brother, the sgt of arms of the Pirates called me to come to the clubhouse on 16th ave. I hopped in my ride and drove there wondering what it could be about. When i pulled up to the old church that shut down years ago, there were 3 bikes and my brother was waiting outside the big white building at the black double door enterence, i got out of my car and greeted him, "what's up brother?". He replied "the prez wants to talk to you bro." "oh shit, did i do something?" "Nah nothing like that, come in."

When i went inside the president and the vive were sitting at the table and got up to shake my hand, "matt, my name is Axel, this is my vp, Doughnuts, and you obviously know speed demon (miles jones). We have heard good things about you. We understand that got shot up belonged to your girlfriend, she works for us, she doesn't know about this plan but i want you to take out the president of the blue viper crips and we'll give you $10,000. We will also supply you with a desert eagle with a full clip, complete the contract and its yours" I replied with "fuck yea im down to kill that crab."

They gave me the information i needed and the gun then i drove to his house, the bastard was outside smoking a cigarette, i started recording on my phone, propped it against my windshield then i aimed at his chest and shot 3 rounds then drove off, grabbing the phone and trying my best to get a shot of the body then headed to the parking lot they said to meet them at, when i got there, besides the 10k, they had a Black Harley Davidson with white sides, with chrome handle bars and a black leather cut with "Pirates" for the top rocker and "prospect" bottom rocker. I got out of the car and approached them, took my phone out and said "here's the video" Axel watched it and said "Very good, here is your money, we would also like to ask you to prospect for us, if you are willing to join the bike is yours" miles dapped me up "what do you think, brother?" I just said "im down"

[tcddycellario]

closed starter for matt davidson. ( @themarkedxdavidson​ )

Piracy was a concept Teddy understood historically more than he understood it through firsthand knowledge and for the most part-- even since his stay on the island began-- he hadn’t had a great deal of time to spend with the pirates who called the island home. Not, of course, that he asked the people he wasn’t familiar with whether they were pirates or whether they weren’t— it wasn’t something he cared to know at the end of the day-- they were either decent people to spend time with or they weren’t and that was more than enough of a judgement call for Teddy on any given day. 

Matt Davidson was perhaps the most unique man Teddy had ever had the opportunity to meet and pirate or not he’d found himself enjoying Matt’s company immensely during the few afternoons they’d spent together since his time on the island. He wasn’t all that surprised that he’d befriended a pirate so easily-- he’d always been a friendly person and it seemed almost impossible not to like Matt even with all of the shenanigans the other man seemed keen to get into. Teddy had made his way towards the cinema in the late afternoon in hopes of finding the older man there and the moment he set eyes on the pirate the prince couldn’t help but smile broadly, “Oi, Matt! Is your shift nearly over? I thought we could go and get a drink if you were so inclined.”

[uncrvwncd]

closed starter for matthew davidson. ( @themarkedxdavidson​ )

The night had only just begun and Kieran was already having a great time. The young O’Malley had never been the sort of person to turn down any reason to throw a party and the fact that he could be involved in putting on grand parties on the island was something that he took an immense amount of pleasure in. Halloween was an exceptionally entertaining holiday in and of itself and he’d gone quite the distance for his costume-- even shaving and cutting his hair to perfect the look he was going for. He stepped out of O’Malley’s after giving the bar a last minute check on its stock and other things, running a hand through his newly cut hair as he stepped down into the street and made his way towards the bonfire at a leisurely pace. He caught sight of Matt halfway there and raised his hand to his mouth to give a sharp whistle he hoped might catch the first mate’s attention, “Oi! Davidson!” His voice rang out clearly and Kieran made no move to hurry towards the other man’s side-- simply ambled over to him at the same relaxed pace he’d had prior. “You look good, mate— excited for the festivities?”

[marissathorne]

Meet Cute || MarissaxMatt

Marissa: Not one to be typically nervous at least for a date she did almost everything to calm herself. If it all goes bad, at least you’ll get a free meal,” she told herself. Or at least she hoped. There had been plenty of dud dates that had ended in her footing the bill after having to endure horrible conversation. Still the girl was an optimist when it came to love and romance. She saw romance every day. People stopping in for their anniversaries, some guy coming in because he had messed up and wanted to show his wife that no matter what he still loved her. She had heard of people being together for decades upon decades. Her parents even being one of those couples. Her parents, or at least one half of the duo was part of the reason why she was so nervous to begin with. Ever since the facebook app had been uploaded to her mom’s phone it seemed like her mom used the app to hunt for a suitable suitor for her daughter. At least this one didn’t seem like a complete let down. Being led by the hostess to her table she smiled brightly walking to the table. “Hi,” she began. He seemed to be even more handsome in person, leaving her a bit flustered. “I’m Marissa.” If she hadn’t been a pro at meeting online dates, the introduction would have been far more awkward. She held her hand out for him to shake. “I hope you’re Matt otherwise I just introduced myself to a total stranger and should probably look for another table.” She chuckled a bit calming herself as only a flutter of butterflies remained. “Not that that would have been the first time.” Taking a seat she moved her hair a bit out of her eye. “Then again maybe I shouldn’t be talking about some of the embarrassing things I’ve done for our first conversation.”

[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Six

Bishop Losa xOC Series

Series Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Series Warnings: Swearing, mentions/allusions to sex, alcohol

Note: 2.7k - This makes up for the last upload I promise! I LOVED writing this chapter, THINGS ARE EVOLVING PEOPLE!! Oh Also!!! We get another season!! How good!? PPS - I couldn’t tag anyone in this for whatever reason so sorry if you’d asked!😩

It was late by the time Bishop found himself pulling into his driveway. 

‘Apparently not late enough for the Reyes sister to be asleep,’ he thought to himself, recalling a minute earlier when he’d rolled past her house on his routine check in and saw her through the window thanks to the inside lights illuminating the room for all to see, glass of wine in hand, content look on her face.

He was in a bad mood, his body ached and he could feel a headache coming on. After a day, even a week, of everything going wrong from the yard to the club, Bishop just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for the next two days.

Why did people not listen to him?

He was the fucking President for Christ’s sake.

With a heavy sigh he climbed off his bike, tugged off his helmet and made his way to his front door, stopping abruptly when he saw the gift bag filled with tissue paper waiting for him on his doormat.

He stared at it with furrowed eyebrows. His hesitancy wasn’t exactly misplaced. It wouldn’t be a huge stretch for him to find that the bag contained a severed finger.

Catching sight of a card poking out of the bag he made a slow move to retrieve it.

For your (appallingly) nicknackless home. Consider this your housewarming gift - years in the making!

~ Amalia x

Bishop couldn’t help the small, toothless smile that found its way to his lips while reading the note. He also couldn’t help the way he brushed his thumb over the surprisingly messy handwriting, paying special attention to the little ‘x’ right at the end.

With his curiosity beating out his prior desire to get inside, he knelt down and ruffled through the tissue paper until his hand came into contact with a cold metal.

Careful while pulling it free he let out a breathy chuckle when he saw what it was; a model Harley Davidson, matte black with handle bars that moved and tyres that spun. Complete with a working kickstand to support its weight.

Bishop couldn’t remember the last time he’d received a gift. Actually, that’s not completely true. He’d received a few at his wedding to Antonia, but that hardly counted.

After spending a moment in admiration he stood and placed the model back into the bag, stopping short when he heard the metal knocking against something else. Reaching his hand back into the bag he retrieved a bottle. A bottle of red wine, he realised upon further inspection. A yellow sticky note was stuck to the label.

You seem like a red wine kinda guy.

He wasn’t. Not really. He could enjoy a glass or two sure, but he was a beer guy. He’d never tell her that though. 

Bishop stared at the bottle in his hands, then turned to look down the street. Back to the bottle, back to the street.

He shouldn’t. 

Back to the bottle.

He should go inside and to bed. 

Back to the street.

But she was awake. At least, she was when he’d rode past. 

Back to the bottle.

Would it be weird? Probably.

He looked at his watch… 11:15ish.

Maybe he could just walk over, and if her lights were switched off he could just walk back.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he quickly unlocked his front door to place the bag holding his gift inside away from sticky fingers and then made his way off his porch and into the street, bottle of red in hand.

His boots felt decidedly heavier with every step he took. Why was he nervous? He was simply going around to his friend’s place for a drink and a chat. 

Were they friends? They’d spent a number of hours in each other’s presence of late, they’d even shared a meal. Surely they were friends. At least.

At least? 

Bishop could make an educated guess as to why he was a little nervous. Amalia had been occupying his thoughts for a little while now. He found himself looking for her ponytail at every club party. He gravitated towards her whenever she was around. He revelled in the slightest of touches.

Jesus Christ he was too old for this. What is this, high school?

In a lot less time than he’d hoped, Bishop found himself walking along the fence outside her property. The lights were still on.

As he drew closer he could make out her figure in the living room through the lacey day curtains, definitely still awake.

He could turn back now. Go home, shower, maybe have a drink by himself. She’d be none the wiser. 

Staring at the door in front of him he weighed up his options.

Fuck it.

He knocked and waited.

Inside, Amalia startled at the knock.

Who the hell was knocking on doors at this time of night? She stilled for a moment to see if she could hear anything further.

When she was met with silence she slowly rose from the couch to creep to the curtain and peer outside, as discreetly as possible incase… incase of burglars? Burglars wouldn’t knock, right?

She was half expecting one of her brothers, drunk off their ass and needing a place to crash. So she was incredibly surprised to see a lone President on her doorstep. The smile that appeared on her face couldn’t be halted as she moved from the living room to the front door, swinging it open with too much enthusiasm for this time of night.

“Bish!” she beamed. The man in question was admittedly a little taken aback by her happy tone but grinned at her nonetheless, holding up the bottle in his hands as an offering.

“Fancy a glass of red?” he tried. He basked in the way she smiled at him and the bottle in recognition.

“You got my gift! Come in!” She had already had a glass or two herself so was perhaps more ecstatic than usual at her visitor. 

Stepping aside to open the door wider, she watched as Bishop followed her in, toeing his boots off clumsily before shrugging his kutte off.

“I saw you were up when I went past earlier, hope I’m not keeping you, sweetheart.” he was completely ready to be told to come back another day, at a more appropriate time, when he felt a gentle smack to the shoulder as Amalia scowled.

“I’m alone on a Wednesday with no work tomorrow,” she began as she walked toward the kitchen, Bishop following close behind, “you are most welcome to join me.”

Grabbing a wine glass from a high cupboard she poured him a generous helping, “You know, I wasn’t hinting at being the one to drink this when I left it on your doorstep.”

He smirked at her bubbliness, “No one else I’d rather share it with, querida.” 

She turned her head quickly, but not quick enough for Bishop to miss the shy smile that adorned her face.

Handing her visitor the glass she tried her best to fight the heat that threatened her cheeks when their fingers touched, distracting herself by filling her own and turned to cheers him, “To wine!”

“To wine.” He repeated, clinking her glass and taking a long sip. Amalia nodded toward the living room.

“Come on, I’m watching Dirty Dancing.”

An impromptu movie night was not what Bishop had expected when he’d knocked on his infatuation’s door, but he was by no means complaining.

“Patrick Swayze a dream of yours?” He teased as he sat near her on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between them.

Her head snapped towards him in excitement, “You know Dirty Dancing?”

Bishop gave her a dumb look, “Sweetheart, do you realise how old this movie is?”

Her eyes squinted in contemplation before she pouted and nodded in understanding, “Suppose you have a point.”

With the film playing in the background Amalia studied Bishop’s side profile, watching the movie, sipping red wine and nibbling on popcorn every now and then. 

As if feeling her gaze on him he turned to meet her eyes, smiling that smile he couldn’t help when he was around her, “What?”

Amalia pursed her lips when she realised she’d been caught and shook her head quickly, “Nothing! It’s just… I never imagined you being someone who could spend the evening doing something so… domesticated.”

His eyebrows raised at her admission and she quickly found herself backtracking, “Not that, you can’t! You’re not like an undomesticated person or anything. It’s just, you know. You’re this badass biker and you’re here. With me,” she paused to take a sip of wine, “it’s nice.”

It was Bishop’s turn to hide his shy smile. It was nice.

“I can be nice.”

She nodded at him, fondly, “I’ve noticed.”

They turned back to the movie for a moment before she decided to continue the conversation, “So… did you find anything else on your doorstep this evening?”

“A card with very messy handwriting.” He deadpanned.

Amalia threw her head back in laughter, “It’s not that bad!”

Bishop chuckled with her, “It’s not great, sweetheart.” He held up his hand as she went to defend herself between laughs, “But I do love my new nicknack. Very fitting. Thank you. You really didn’t have to.” He was as genuine as he had ever been and Amalia was thrilled.

“I know but I wanted to.” She shrugged, smiling at him still. 

After a prolonged, comfortable moment passed between them Amalia spoke up again, “So! How’s club life treating you this week, Mr President.”

He thought about his answer for a moment. It truly had been a week from hell, and it was only half over.

A load of “goods” had been caught at the border due to a bad decision on the club’s part - a bad decision on Angel’s part if he had to get into specifics, but as the leader, Bishop wore it. The cartel wasn’t happy. In fact, the cartel was pissed.

He didn’t want to offload on her though and tell her that he was beyond stressed so he settled with, “It’s been a long week.” and a gentle smile.

Amalia frowned at his answer. She knew she wasn’t privy to all the goings on of the cub, and quite frankly she’d very much like it to stay that way, but she wanted to be a listening ear for Bishop who was obviously going through it.

“You wanna talk about it?” she offered with kind eyes, discarding the now empty bowl of popcorn to the carpet and pulling her legs up on the sofa, hugging them to her chest.

The small, barely there smile he shot her way had her stomach rolling, “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’m a big boy.”

Yes, you are.

The laugh that Bishop barked out had Amalia’s eyes widen like saucers as she realised she’d spoken out loud. Very out loud. Cheeks burning in embarrassment she closed her eyes to regain her composure.

“Glad you think so, sweetheart.” he teased as he reached out to pat her shin lightly, the touch sending more butterflies to her stomach. 

Deciding to play off her slip of words she cleared her throat, “But you’re okay though? I know it can’t be easy. Being in charge and all. You’re sleeping and eating well?” She couldn’t help her caretaker nature.

After her mom passed Amalia was the only one capable of ensuring the wellbeing of her family. It was ridiculous, and a little sexist if she thought too hard about it, but it came naturally to her.

Bishop admired her for a beat. Always so willing to jump in and help wherever she could. Making sure everyone around her was taken care of and comfortable. He hoped she was doing the same for herself.

“I promise I’m okay, querida.” he said with a nod, lying through his teeth. Any sleep he got was minimal and not enough to recharge. As for eating, well… he ate. Probably nothing of decent substance or nutrition but food was food.

She didn’t seem entirely convinced but didn’t want to push the older man so instead she nodded, “Okay. But just so we’re clear you’re welcome here anytime. I’ve always got leftovers. And plenty of food. And I’m a good listener if you ever want to just talk. It helps sometimes.”

God did he want to talk to her. Everyday if he could. The more time he spent around her the more he wondered how he’d made it this far with such little to do with her.

“Thank you, querida,” he nodded, “and I mean that.”

She simply gave him a friendly smile and turned back to the movie, giggling lightly at Baby dancing on the bridge.

The movie passed with little bits of commentary from the pair over another glass of red. Bishop relaxed more into the sofa, insanely comfortable with the warmth of Amalia’s shoulder pressed against his.

When the credits finally rolled on the screen Bishop turned his head to see the Reyes sister yawning into her palm.

“You need to go to bed, sweetheart. You’ll hurt your neck if you fall asleep here.” The concern in his voice had her smiling tiredly in defeat.

“Do you wanna stay here? I have a spare bed.” she offered, almost sad for their time to come to an end. While he considered it, and desperately wanted to say yes, he knew there was no logical reason to do so when he lived two minutes down the road.

Shaking his head he replied, “Thanks sweetheart, but I’ve got an early morning, can’t be waking you up at that hour.”

“I don’t mind.” she rubbed at her tired eyes and Bishop found himself stuck for words, did she want him to stay the night? No. She was just being her usual polite self.

He stood slowly and took her arm to pull her up gently as well, “Not tonight, but thank you.” he repeated.

The multiple glasses of wine plus her tiredness aided her as she went willingly as he tugged her gently out of the living room, flicking the lights off as he went.

“You capable of putting yourself to bed or do I have to tuck you in?” he said good-humouredly.

Amalia’s cheeks burned at the question, “I’m good. Maybe next time.”

Next time.

Bishop stopped at the front door, picking up his previously discarded kutte and turned to face his host, “Go to bed. And thank you for tonight, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.”

Bishop’s resolve almost completely went out the window when he saw the way she was peering up at him through her eyelashes, “Promise?”

Finding himself lost for words for a second time that evening Bishop simply nodded.

Amalia grinned. And then stepped forward to wrap her arms around Bishop’s middle. 

Frozen in his spot, he felt her sigh against his chest before he slowly wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, holding her to him tightly.

“Goodnight, Bishop.” she mumbled into his shirt.

Tilting his head to press a kiss to her head he replied, “Goodnight, Amalia.”

The use of her real name felt almost foreign in his mouth, but not unwelcome.

She pulled out of his hold slowly, as if she wasn’t ready to give up his warmth and smiled lazily up at him, eyes flicking over his facial features - stopping briefly on his lips - before meeting his eyes again, “Goodnight.”

If he didn’t leave soon he would definitely end up staying, pushing gently at her shoulders to give him space he ran a hand down her arm to grasp her own hand, giving it a warm squeeze in parting, “Night.” he all but whispered.

And then he used all his willpower to actually turn and leave the house, looking back over his shoulder as he went down the path. He grinned when he caught her gaze following his movements and shot her a wink before completely turning to face the street.

Bishop wasn’t in a bad mood anymore.

And maybe he wasn't alone in his infatuation.

[schrijfpen-blog]

Beckoning Dreams Ch. 4

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When I wake up, the first thing I realise is that my head hurts, and my  eyes burn a bit, even though I haven’t even opened them yet. I let out a groan on discomfort. The sound of clothing rustling beside me draws my attention, and I try to open my sore eyes, giving up on   that as a familiar voice rings out,

“Kiara, are you  okay?”

Though I can’t see him, I can hear that Luca’s voice is filled with concern.

“Yeah...” I say before forcing my eyes open. For a moment my vision is blurry, but it settles soon enough, revealing Luca’s worried face to me.

I blink a few times. “What... happened?” I’m in my room, with  Luca seated next to me on the bed. Wasn’t I at school? Weren’t we at school? And Dante, and that light...

“You fell asleep in class,” Luca answers. “You wouldn’t wake up so I asked the   teacher if I could bring you home.”

“Ah... Thank you,” That definitely sounds more logical than Dante suddenly appearing at   my school and Luca shining light. What an odd dream that was...

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Luca asks, grabbing my hand lightly, as if my hand will shatter if he grabs it too tightly. I don’t recall him ever treating me quite this gently. It’s a little odd, but not unpleasant.

“I’m fine... thanks,” I murmur.

A soft, tender smile appears on his face. “I’m glad,”

For a moment I find myself lost in the baby blue colour of his honest eyes, then I shake my head, only to wince at the pain that shoots through it. Okay, the sudden movement wasn’t a good idea.

“Kiara,” And the worried tone is back, his   eyes wide. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? Did something hurt?”

“Ah... No. No, I’m fine, thanks.” I slowly sit up.

“Well, if you’re sure...” He forces a smile, then stands up, “I’ll just leave you to rest now,”

“Alright,” I  watch as he takes a few steps towards the door.

Luca reaches out to grab the door handle before he pauses, glancing back at me with an unreadable look, he shakes his head gently, his golden hair     swaying in front of his eyes. “Later,” He murmurs. For some   reason he sounds a little sad... He dips his head slightly, before leaving the room.

I remain in my bed. What just happened...?

When I wake up later, both the headache and the burning in my eyes are gone, as if they were never there. I’m not sure exactly how long I’ve been asleep, but I’m starving. A glance outside at the pitch black sky is enough to tell me it’s well past dinner time, even without looking at the clock.

Slowly, I get up, before starting to make my way down stairs.

The grandfather clock, in the hall leading to the kitchen, confirms that it’s a little after eight. I pass the kitchen table, finding my wallet on the floor under it. Odd. It must’ve fallen out of my bag this morning. I couldn’t find it at school after all- oh wait. That had been a dream, right? Luca glowing... Hah.

I crouch down and grab my wallet, then I pause. It feels kind of...? With a slight frown on my face, I straighten up and open my wallet. The cards are there, the coins are there... But the bills? Gone. It’s empty.

For a moment I just stand there, staring at my near empty wallet.

What happened? Where did the money go? Matt’s face comes to mind, but... He wouldn’t, right? Even with everything that he’s been doing... surely he wouldn’t steal from me?

The frown on my face deepens, as I leave the room, heading up the stairs at a brisk pace. I could be wrong. I hope I’m wrong. Please, let me be wrong. “Matt,” I knock on the door, before I enter without waiting for a reply.

As usual he is at his computer, though he quickly presses away what he had open. No matter, this is more important.

“I didn’t say you could come in,” Judging from the tone in his voice he is scowling, but he doesn’t turn to face me, so I can’t know for sure.

“Matt, did you take the money from my wallet?” My voice comes out harsher than I had meant it to.

His shoulders tense and he doesn’t reply.

Come on, Matt... Deny it. Deny it and I will believe you. Just-

“So what if I did?” He asks haughtily, turning his head away even more. “You get enough money selling those movie artefacts at those auctions of yours, stop nitpicking.”

My heart sinks and for a moment I’m sure it stops beating completely. My brother... My own brother stole from me...?

“You can go now,”

It hurts. My chest honestly hurts. What did I ever do to be treated this way? With our parents gone, I do everything I can to make sure he’s happy, and yet...

“Matthew Davidson Cross,” I raise my voice a little, forcing myself to straighten up, moving over to his chair in long strides. He doesn’t turn to me. I grab the back of his computer chair harshly, and turn it around, forcing him to face me. The fact that he’s scowling at me only serves to upset me more.

“You stole from me!? What were you even thinking - and do you smell of cigarettes!?”

“So what if I do?” He says snidely, glaring up at me.

I open and close my mouth a few times. I don’t even know what to say anymore, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. He used to be so sweet. He used to listen so well... My chest hurts even more and for a moment I wonder if I’m about to have a heart attack, because I am sure that nothing else can hurt this much.

My own brother...

“Tsk,” He clicks his tongue and spins his chair around again, his back to me.

I don’t even know what to do anymore. I can’t take this anymore... I have absolutely no control over him. All I can do is stare at the back of his head, while the tears slowly start to run down my cheeks. Finally I whisper, “I’m going to call mom and dad.”

“Go ahead,” He snorts a little, “Like they care enough to come home.”

I purse my lips together to stifle a sob, before I turn and practically flee from the room, slamming the door shut. The typing picks up again almost the minute I leave the room. The truth hits hard – he doesn’t even care...

I don’t even make it to my room. I lean back against one of the walls in the hallway, and slide down it slowly as I cry, my shoulders trembling as I cover my face with my hands. Why is this happening? Why is any of this happening? I’ve always tried the best I could; I always tried to make Matt as happy as possible... Why did he start treating me this way...?

The doorbell rings and for a moment I consider simply leaving the person be. It might be Luca though, and I could really use a friend right now... Though, since Luca has a key, it’s more likely to be Paris.

I wipe at my eyes with my sleeve as I sniff, making my way down the stairs to the front door, just as the door bell is rung again. Without checking who is there, I open the door and I immediately wish that I didn’t. The person that gets to look down upon my wet face and red swollen eyes, isn’t Luca or Paris at all.

Dante’s eyes furrow in obvious concern, as he looks down at me, his gaze shifting over my face. “What happened?” He asks.

“I-“ I close my mouth again, feeling a sob come up. I shake my head, uttering a, “Nothing...”

He frowns more before stepping closer to me. I step back, wiping at my eyes again, and before I know it, we stepped back enough for him to be inside the house.

He doesn’t say anything. He merely closes the door behind him before pulling me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.

The scent clinging to him is as alluring as it is comforting. While I would love to do nothing more than run to my room, and lock myself in, so that he won’t see this pitiful side of me; all I can do is hide my face in his chest and cry.

He murmurs comforting words that I can’t quite make out, because of the sound of my crying, his hand rubbing circles on my lower back.

For once the haze that falls over my mind is a welcome thing, dulling my senses, making me focus only on the person who has me wrapped in his arms at this very moment. Regardless of the situation, my heart starts to race just from being near this person.

“Are you alright?” He murmurs into my ear.

We’re so close; he can probably hear my heart beating noisily. I hate it, the fact that I feel like this, even though my life is slowly crumbling.

I nod slowly, even though I don’t feel alright at all.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Do I want to talk about it? Yes, I do, but... not to Dante. I quietly shake my head, biting my lip.

“Come,” Effortlessly, he gently guides me to the living room, despite this being his first time inside, helping me sit on the couch.

“Tell me about what happened,” He murmurs, his voice low and sensual as always.

I open my mouth wordlessly, then close it again, letting out a small, strangled sound.

“Maybe I can help?”

Tears grow in my eyes all over again, “You can’t help...” And just like that, I tell him everything that went on prior to his arrival. The words come out like a waterfall, crashing down; virtually unstoppable.

Through it all Dante sits by my side, rubbing my back and occasionally wiping my cheeks dry with his, now, damp sleeve.

“You’re such a strong person, aren’t you?” He murmurs gently, the corners of his lips lifting into a small smile.

I respond with a small sniff, and try to stop crying again, looking up with red puffy eyes. I don’t feel strong at all, especially not now. I just spend the past who knows how long sobbing into his shirt, how can he still say that I’m strong…?

I must have looked surprised; because his smile widened a bit as he touched his hair gently, “Raising your brother the best you can, loving him, and trying to protect him… Such a strong person you are,” he murmurs, leaning close and placing a soft kiss on my hair.

My cheeks, already flushed from crying, flush even more. His comforting scent helps me regain my bearings a little, “Thank you…” I whisper.

He takes my hand with his own, gently lacing our fingers as he brings my hand to his lips. His hand is so cold it startles me a little. His passionate mauve eyes don’t leave mine for even a second, as he lightly kisses my knuckles. “Any time,” he murmurs without pulling away.

I can’t look away from his eyes. They’re too beautiful; they make me want to forget about everything else around us. They almost make me forget about how horrible my face must look like now. Almost.

Flustered, I gently pull my hand back, placing my hands in my lap and duck my head slightly, hiding my face behind my hair as much as I can. “You, ah… You must’ve come here for a reason, right?” I fluster, before wincing a bit. I don’t want him to think I didn’t want him here.

“That’s right,” Dante says smoothly, leaning back against the couch slightly.

Good. I don’t think he has taken offence. “Yes…?”

“I wanted to see how you were doing,” He says, concern in his voice. “After what happened in the parking lot… But it’s a good thing I came by, isn’t it?” I can hear the smile in his voice without even looking.

“Parking lot…?” I ask slowly.

“Yes, at your school,” he says, and from the corner of my eyes I notice him tilting his head to the side slightly. “When you fainted… Don’t you remember?” He murmurs, and I finally look up at him, my eyes wide.

“That… wasn’t a dream?” Dante, Luca, that bright light…

Dante merely smiles, “If you’d like it to be, then we can pretend that it was.”

I am unable to muster up a reply, my wide eyed gaze not leaving him. That means that Dante was there, at my school. And that Luca was there too, and so was that bright light…

But most of all…

That means that Luca lied.

My fist hits the door so hard that the skin on my knuckles turns red. “Luca!” I call through the door, not caring about how it makes me look to possible onlookers, before realising that the doorbell might be the fastest way to get through to him. I ring the bell once, twice. I’m about to ring it again when the door opens, revealing a wide eyed Luca.

“Christ, Kiara! What happened!?”

“You lied!” I blurt out, taking him by surprise. “You lied about what happened at school. I didn’t fall asleep in class, something else happened, and I want you to tell me. Now!”

“What are you-“

“Now, Luca.” I interrupt, narrowing my eyes a bit. “No more excuses. Tell me what happened.” The lies, the pain when I woke up, and the fact whatever happened has to do with Luca and with Dante… I have to know. I need to know.

He opens his mouth, before his shoulders slump and he lets out a resigned sigh. “Fine, come on in…” he says, opening the door wider. My reluctance is pretty clear on my face and he rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to discuss this in the doorway,” He says. “If you want answers, then come in. Let’s go to my room so we don’t disturb anyone, okay?”

I purse my lips before I nod, stepping inside. “Okay,”

Luca closes the door behind me, looking back at my face as he heads up the stairs, “You look horrible.” Thanks for stating the obvious. “Did you cry?” He asks, both his expression and his tone worried. It’s enough to make me let go of some anger, despite my attempts to cling desperately to it.

“That’s not what I want to talk about right now.”

Luca sends me a pitiful expression, before walking to his room, looking ahead. Even though I’m angry at him, I feel a pang of guilt. He might have lied, but I don’t know why, yet. I shouldn’t be so harsh. Just…

My hands ball into fists.

Everything is going wrong today. Matt, Luca – why won’t anyone tell me what’s going on?

Once in his room, I sit at Luca’s desk, rather than on his bed as I usually would. I won’t let him distract me, like he often does when we’re together. I want my answers!

Luca sits down on his bed, facing me. He looks at a loss for words, unable to figure out how to start. I want to rush him, but I decide not to, giving him a chance to figure out his story. Finally he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I lied, about what happened today,” He admits. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” He looks lost for words. “You were with him, and I saw you and then… Well, then you passed out,”

I purse my lips together, “You’re leaving something out,”

“Well... that’s pretty much what happened-“

“What was that light?” I furrow my brow.

Luca flinches at my question, “Th-that…” he stumbles over his words.

“Tell me. You obviously know what I’m talking about!”

“You wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

“Try me!”

Luca smiles wryly, “What if I told you I’m a guardian angel, who was assigned to you from the moment you were born?”

I’m not even sure what kind of look I send him, but I doubt it’s pretty. “You said no more lies,” I accuse, crossing my arms under my chest.

“I also said you wouldn’t believe me,” he counters.

I frown at him, “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Lying!”

“I’m not lying!”

I grit my teeth, “Fine! If you’re not lying, then prove it to me,” I say flatly.

He opens his mouth to reply, then seems to think better of it, closing his mouth again. Nevertheless, I don’t look away from him.

“If I prove it… You’ll hate me, won’t you?” He smiles wryly again.

I shake my head in reply. “No I won’t.” An angel? Impossible. It’s like he’s putting on one of the outlandish plays we used to have in the past. Why can’t he see it’s not the time for that? I just want answers.

“You have to promise me not to freak out, okay?”

“Fine,” Just how far is he planning to take this lie? He should just admit he’s joking now and tell me the truth so we can-

… Oh.

I watch with wide eyes, as Luca takes a deep breath before a small light gathers in between his hands; the same kind of light that he had been glowing with back at the parking lot. My eyes start to ache just looking at the small ball of energy, floating in mid air – before it disappears as Luca drops his hands again.

An awkward silence is cast over the room, and for a moment I feel really faint, the burning in my eyes slowly fading.

What just happened…?

Oddly enough, I feel surprisingly calm. Is this what people call shock? I just stare at Luca’s large hands, watching as he clenches and unclenches one of them nervously.

Finally I break the silence, “Was… that a trick?”

Hesitantly he shakes his head, “No… No trick,”

“Oh,”

The awkward silence stretches on again.

“So you’re really a…?”

“Yeah…”

I lick my lips – suddenly they feel too dry. Assigned to me from birth? So the reason we were always together was…? “So all this time, you’ve only been my friend because-“

“NO!”

My gaze flies up to Luca’s face as he looks at me with a determined expression, his brow furrowed. “That isn’t it at all,” He says, sounding a little desperate. “Don’t ever think that!”

“Oh...”

Another silence falls over us, as I go back to staring at his hands. He had really created a light just like that… A headache presses against the back of my head, what with everything that’s been going on today. First Matt, then Dante, now… now whatever THIS is with Luca…

Hesitantly he reaches out, placing his hand on my shoulder, “Kiara…?,” he asks carefully.

I glance up at him, my teeth making slight indents on my bottom lip. “I… I’m not sure what to think,” I admit, and he nods, still looking a bit worried.

“That’s okay, take your time,” he says.

“Then… the parking lot…?”

“When I saw you with that demon…” He clenches his jaw. “I couldn’t help it, I… I lost control for a moment,” He closes his eyes. “I’m sorry… that amount of light – no human can handle that… it’s my fault that it happened…”

I nod slowly, “Oh… okay.”

“Look, just… why don’t you go home, and rest a bit, alright?” Luca suggests worriedly. “If you have any questions, I can answer them, but… right now, why don’t you just go and rest?”

“Yeah…” It feels a bit mechanical as I get up, going to the door before leaving without a single goodbye, heading back to my own house. My head is spinning. Angel? He’s an angel? Angels exist? How is this even possible? And saying he was assigned to me… does everyone have someone assigned to them? Does everyone have a guardian angel? Or did I do something to get one…?

No, that’s impossible. He said it was decided since my birth, I couldn’t have done anything at that point.

So then… What?

Now that the shock is fading a bit, all sorts of questions start to run through my head. What about his mother? His father? Does he even have a father? How are angels born? Why does he keep calling Dante a demon?

My head throbs painfully, as I walk to my room, ignoring Matt’s room for now.

                                             Today was not my day…

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Matt laughed at his answer because duh, but he was cute about it and tossed a light tease at the pirate. Something he responded easily to. And with his spot on the couch secure the pirate took off his shoes and brought them to rest on the coffee table. Something his mom would have slapped the back of his head for because it was disgusting but hey. She’s not here and been out of his life for over twelve years now. As comfortable as a man can get in a space he’s clearly not intended to be there, Matt sunk back against the couch cushions and rested his arms across the back of it. Yeah, this is nice.

When he saw what was on the screen Matt’s hand went over his own chest and said, “A prince after my heart.” He laughed and said, “Fire ‘er up. It’s been a month since I’ve seen Raiders and I’m jonsing for some Indie.” It’s true, Matt’s got quite a crush on young Harrison Ford. Hard not to when the man’s fucking gorgeous. “You got snacks around here? If I’d known a movie-thon was gonna happen I would have brought something with me.” A beer sounded good too but he knew there wouldn’t be any booze.

“I haven’t been here enough to check for myself, actually,” Teddy explained at the mention of snacks-- he was certain they could find them if Matt wanted them enough to helm such an expedition but the only thing Teddy had caught sight of when he walked in was a small refrigerator and he had yet to inspect that for anything resembling a snack. He pushed himself to his feet as smoothly as he could manage while he was distracted entirely by the ease with which Matt seemed to occupy the space around him-- for Teddy, who was nearly always anxious about some thing or another and very rarely felt at home in a place until he could recognize every nook and cranny, found that to be a rather enviable skill. Teddy had become a far more outgoing person in his teenage years and well into his twenties, but he was as prone to bouts of anxiety as anyone. “Give me just a moment and I’ll see if I can’t sort something out,” He said, smiling at Matt briefly before he turned on his heel to inspect the room. 

After several moments the best he could do was a small handful of sodas they could drink over the course of the film-- provided Matt even drank soda; he himself drank it rather sparingly but it was better than nothing at all. “Maybe we could go to the canteen and find popcorn or something. It’d take us away from the movie for a bit but I’m alright with it if you are. It’ll be... an exceedingly small adventure,” The blonde drawled. There was a lilt of playfulness in the tone of his voice and the smile on his face only seemed to cement his good mood. “I’ll leave it up to you, stranger-- in the name of diplomacy.”