#Alver is so done

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Alberu: Okay, yeah, I LOVE Cale! I have loving feelings for Cale. But does that mean I'm in love with him? No-

Alberu: ...

Alberu: Oh my God. I'm in love with Cale

Alberu, turning to Tasha: Why didn't you tell me?

Tasha: I thought you knew?

[i-sleepy-but-sleep-no]

Alberu: So what do you want? A gold medal? A higher title? Your own faction in the capital?

Cale: Money.

Alberu: For alcohol?

Cale: How did you know?

*later*

Alberu, buried in paperwork: *receives a check for 1200 gold coins*

Alberu: What kind of fucking booze-!?

[misakisakuya]

I lowkey want to make a story or a oneshot where

Alberu is dating Choi Han but soon he realizes that he would never be as important as Cale to him but he still endures the pain. Soon he starts to notice Choi Han and Cale's gazes as their gaze lingers at each other for too long for it to be platonic love. After a scene he witness at a party he makes a decision once and forever.

And so he finally decides to let go of both of them and in the process distance himself from everyone else. His family soon lets go of him as well while being completely unaware of it and they all drift apart from Alberu as a family that is. They are still allies.

People start to notice that their hero and Emperor are not as close as they used to be.

This heartbreak became poison for Alberu and he loses himself well if look closely that is. With cale having no intention go to events and ignoring Alberu's calls even though they became rare even he doesn't notice until its too late.

Soon all everyone knows Emperor and the heroes as is are allies, not family or friends or companions. Just allies and acquaintances. The others are too late when they realize what actually happened and lose Alberu forever.

Inspired by my fury on these fuckers when they all threaten Alberu and Choi Han in every fic they fall in love with Cale.

I am so fucking done. Like Ron and Deruth have a fucking say in ANYTHING related to Cale.

[artyartpile]

aegis alver's secret technique to defeating the great transgressor

[thehopelessslacker]

Hope you enjoy it.^^

[bamboozledcorvid]

I’ve been on an xmen kick recently so I need to talk about Magneto and more importantly the brotherhood.

There are lots of good bad guys in marvel; Loki, Venom, doc ock, etc but the difference is they are bad guys they are driven by greed, bloodlust, jealousy, general assholeness, whatever.

Magneto fights for equal rights.

One of my favourite forms of xmen was X-men: evolution, which showed Jean grey, Scott summers (cyclops), Kitty pryde (shadowcat), Kurt Wagner (nightcrawler), Evan Daniels (spyke) and Rogue all as teenagers in high school and whilst I loved those characters my favourite thing about the show was the brotherhood.

The main four members of the brotherhood being; Todd tolansky (Toad), Pietro maximoff (Quicksilver), Fred dukes (Blob) and Lance Alvers (Avalanche). They all do bad and questionable things but the only reason they are all villians is because they didn’t fit into Xavier’s idea of heroes so he never even tried to help them.

Toad arrived the same day as Kurt, Kurt was welcomed with open arms no questions asked. Toad fought Through the manors defence systems to “see if he had the gift” (despite Charles being a mind reader and Scott telling him he had it) then fought Kurt, and then when he ran off no one went after him because Charles told them not to.

Avalanche arrived in the next episode on the same day as Kitty. Charles detected them both but only went to get Kitty and when Avalanche tried to befriend her and expressed that he felt out of place and was happy to have someone else like him around Charles told Jean he was a bad influence and to end the friendship. At the beginning of the episode Jean asks what they will do about him and Charles says he’ll handle it and then doesn’t even bother looking for him.

Next blob appears and whilst Jean makes an effort to be nice to him (if only to stop him from killing Duncan) none of the other xmen even try. Charles doesn’t acknowledge him at all until he kidnaps Jean, something he done because he spent his life as a carnival freak being laughed at and was excited to have finally met someone who didn’t laugh at him. (Something that annoyed me was that Jean did laugh at him just not to his face instead she did it behind his back to kitty)

Finally Ouicksliver, he appears in the same episode as Evan as Evan’s rival. Despite Charles and other Xmen frequently talking about giving people a chance they chose to leave Pietro because he was a bit annoying and impatient.

So with Mystic and Magneto being the only stable (ish) adults in their lives they all joined the brotherhood. And whilst they did bad things just because they were told to whenever they didn’t have orders they weren’t as evil as they were mildly agitating.

Toad and Avalanche specifically weren’t even evil they were just poor and lonely. Everything the two done was mainly for money, food, (occasional revenge), and or to be liked. Avalanche frequently started earthquakes to impress Kitty and Toad would really hang out with anyone who gave him the time of day, (something the Xmen didn’t)

[ogalcaleweek]

(what we lose in the fire)

AKingsAffection took the idea of a reaction fic and slapped us upside the face with the best reaction fic we've ever read. A story that takes place in the TBOAH timeline and walks us through all of the heart-wrenching and hilarious reactions of the TBOAH cast while they learn that their treasured King Alver is in an intimate relationship with the fallen lout, a lousy foot soldier named Cale Henituse. Prepare yourself for an emotional rollercoaster that will grip your heart and steal your breath away!

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mishamoonberry has done it again and crafted a delightfully spicy AU fic that entices your interest and steals your attention. The tension between Alver and og!Cale in this omegaverse fic is just palpabily amazing and you can really see the strong grasp that misha has on writing characters through this incredible prose! This modern AU utilizes an arranged marriage to show us just how Alver and og!Cale can clash but be inexplicably drawn to one another. It's incredible.

don’t go where i can’t follow

shuangxuans crafts a heart-breaking story about love and loss in the TBOAH timeline. A story about two people found love with one another through the good and bad times, only for Alver to regress to a time where og!Cale no longer exists. This tragic masterpiece pulls at the heart-strings and is an incredible depiction of Alver and og!Cale's relationship in the TBOAH timeline. One where slowly fall in love with each other, yet still experience so much conflict that threatens to tear them apart. A romance that doesn't shy from the difficulties in their relatinship but also shows how good they can be together, only to have them separated at the end in the cruelest way. It's an exceptional piece that will tear your heart apart but is well worth the read. It has our strongest recommendation!

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Of Dresses and Disguises

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

A plan of dresses and disguises is bound to be a disaster.

CONTENT WARNING: self-harm scars, self-harm shaming, drug usage, aphrodisiacs

To be truthful, you have no idea why Alver had suggested to recommend you a designer when you already knew one, but when he mentioned the bill being on him, you immediately jumped on the offer.

"The dress isn't complicated to make at all — it's simple and short," you had explained to the designer as you sketched out what kind of dress you wanted.

The designer takes your sketch, eyes raking the drawings with a keen eye, and over time, they began to glimmer with interest. "How scandalous!"

You let out a chuckle, taking a seat on the couch in the parlor. "I need it in black. And please add a white shawl so I won't get cold."

"In black? I must say, Miss [Name], your taste is impeccable," the designer complimented. "To have this style of dress shortened and corset removed. Would you like it to be form-fitting still?"

"Yes," you answered. "Shall we get my measurements?"

The designer clapped their hand and their assistants began to move. They measured and took notes of your size, jotting them down quickly before having you choose the fabric for the dress. Afterward was picking on jewelry and a matching purse to go with the dress.

It didn't take long for the designer to finish making the dress — they have been warned that your order must be prioritized as it was for urgent use — so when they returned two days later with the finished dress, purse, and jewelry, the operation began.

Your dress was a short black dress that stopped mid-thigh with a straight-across neckline and a thin draped hanging sleeve. You chose an elegant, tiered, pearly choker and a black purse with a golden chain to be your complimentary attire. You also added a white, sheer shawl to drape around your shoulders and tangled with your arms.

You were in the middle of doing your makeup to make sure you'd look unrecognizable when a few knocks on your door interrupted you. Reaching for kohl from your little makeup pouch, you exclaimed, "Come in!"

You began to stain your waterline with the kohl, seeing Cale appear from your door, dressed in a sleek black button-up with black trousers. He wore a black-based vest with golden detailing that made him look so regal. In his arms was probably his black blazer, folded neatly. His red hair has turned brown, tied with a golden ribbon.

You quickly finished your makeup before dusting your dress and turning around to face the man. When you faced him, you see Cale looking at you with a soft gaze.

"You look amazing," you complimented him with a smile, eying him up and down appreciatively. "Gold suits you."

"And you would, too," he says, handing you a black masquerade mask with golden detailing. You raised an eyebrow, noting that Cale was holding a plain black masquerade mask, silently asking why Cale was choosing to be humble tonight, to which he gave you a shrug as an answer.

You turned to the vanity, placing the mask on your face and before you could tie the ribbon behind your neck, Cale came over behind you, "Excuse me."

His fingers worked skillfully to tie the ribbon behind your head and when he was done, he caressed the point where your neck and shoulder meet gently. Shivers ran up your spine upon feeling his touch and you grasped it, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Cale leaned down, kissing the back of your neck affectionately. "You look breathtaking."

He glanced up at both of your reflections before his other hand came up to your thigh where your dress had hiked up, caressing the pale, straight bumpy lines that were peeking out. "Are you fine being dressed like this?"

You posed a little with a melancholic grin. "Just this once. No one will know who I am."

Cale stared at you through the mirror before he pulled away. He fixed the shawl properly around you so it won't look ruffled and crushed, his hand brushing against the scars on your biceps.

"You look amazing."

"Human!"

You both turned around when Raon burst the door open, flying into the room with a pout on his face. "Human, human, are you sure I don't have to follow you and [Name]?"

'Oh, so cute—!' You thought when you heard his confused, pleading voice. You saw Ohn and Hong walking into the room, their claws clacking on top of the hardwood floors. 

"Wow, you look so beautiful, [Name]!" Hong complimented you, coming up to you and nuzzling your legs. "Thank you, Hong."

"I'm sorry you couldn't work beside us this time," you told them. "It's too risky."

"Just be careful," Ohn murmured, sitting on your vanity table to look up at Cale while Raon is perched around his shoulders.

"We'll be fine," Cale says, his other hand ruffling Ohn's head. 

"Excuse me, Young Master-nim, Miss [Name]."

You all looked up to see Ron standing by the doorway. He gave you and Cale a polite smile. "Choi Han is ready."

"Oh, we have to get moving," you told them, moving to grab for your purse.

"Human, are you sure you can handle this?" Asked Raon anxiously, pouting.

You stood next to Ron, watching Cale talk to the kids to ease their anxiety about leaving Cale — most likely because he had been down in the dumps lately (you being the reason why) and they worry over him doing something dumb or borderline suicidal. 

"I assume everything went well?"

You smiled at Ron's question. Of course, he'd want to know. "Yes. We both agreed to talk about it after things have settled down."

Ron let out a derisive chuckle. "Knowing what type of world we live in, I doubt that day will come soon."

"Mhm."

"Then?" Ron continued, now finally glancing at you. "Will you stay despite knowing that?"

He was asking whether or not you were still intending to leave to seek whatever it is that you wanted. Would you still leave even though you knew Cale returned your feelings? 

You wished you could spit at the old man that he was purposefully making you feel selfish, but in a way, you are, aren't you? You were reminded of the voice that has been giving you headaches a few weeks ago, your head being so oddly quiet that you wanted to scream.

Despite the headaches, the voice was leading you to take your first step to get more clarity. They had given you a few days to choose whether you wanted to leave this all to pursue the answer of your existence here. 

You turned to look at Ron with a sad smile. "No."

Ron's expressionless face cracked and you were stunned to be able to witness the way his eyebrows twitched in disappointment and eyes glazed with a melancholy look. He turned to look at you and while you never once had a father to care enough about you to be disappointed, you think about how bitter it must be because Ron's look was enough to crush your heart.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. Ron didn't say anything in response, turning to look at Cale instead when he came over with the kids.

Cale nodded at you and Ron. "Let's go."

Walking towards the parlor, you repeated some of the things you had agreed with Cale. His name was Robert Miles, a rich merchant that's traveling between the continents. You kept your name, [Name], posing as his escort for the night.

"Count Theo has several proposals, some accepted, some rejected by yours truly," you reminded him even though it wasn't necessary when you were nearing the parlor. "Road repairs, destroying functional bridges to make a better one, rebuilding a couple of administrative buildings, and many more."

"Cale-nim! [Name]!" Choi Han greeted you when Ron opened the door for you.

You saw that he was facing a mana communication device and it was on top of the table. Ron shut the door behind you all while you neared Choi Han, seeing Alver's face on the device.

He looked surprised when you came into the screen, perhaps barely able to recognize you. He smiled when he finally processed your appearance. "You look great, Miss [Name]." 

"All thanks to you, Your Highness," you say, bowing your head a bit. "The designer you recommended me was amazing."

"I'm glad you went with the dress of my choice," Alver said.

Cale did a double-take. "Wait, what?"

"Now let me update you all—" Alver wastes no time to change the topic. "We spotted Baron Davis coming into the gambling house accompanied by escorts and Count Theo is already in there as well."

Baron Davis was the owner of the gambling house Count Theo frequents. He had connections with drug rings and a little bit on human trafficking, where some of the women he bought were allegedly used for his pleasures.

"Any chance they'll both be sitting at the same table tonight?" You asked. It'll be a bit of trouble if you're going to be distracting Baron Davis when Count Theo is near.

"Count Theo had been glancing towards Baron Davis ever since the man came in," Alver answered, massaging the bridge of his nose. 

"Damn," you murmured. You'll have to go all out and make sure Count Theo doesn't recognize you at all.

"I suggest teleporting there as quick as you can," Alver said, eyes glancing at Cale for a second before he looked back to you. "And, Miss [Name], again, you look wonderful."

You rolled your eyes seeing that the man was purposefully doing that to get some kind of reaction from Cale, though you doubted anything could get through the man. Alver gave you a gleeful smile before shutting off the call.

"Alright, let's go there before the night gets later," you turned to the rest, fixing your shawl.

Cale nodded towards the Black Dragon, wearing his plain black mask. "Raon, please." 

"Leave this to me!" Raon acknowledged enthusiastically.

When you all appear in an alleyway not far from the gambling house, Choi Han and the kittens merged into the shadows to watch from afar and collect any documents they could use to incriminate Baron Davis.

"Human, I want to go with you!" Raon pleaded, looking at Cale with his big eyes.

"I guess—" Cale had just begun to speak when you grabbed his arm. 

"Cale—!" You hissed under your breath. "You cannot be serious. That gambling house is full of cigarette smoke, drugs, and god knows what kind of pornographic scene we'd stumble upon inside. You want to let a child see all of that?"

Cale shut his mouth close and you let him go, opting to hug Raon instead. "I'm sorry, baby, but you can't go inside. You'd have to be older to get in."

"But I'm the mighty Raon Miru," Raon whined, surprising Cale because Raon rarely had to whine to get what he wanted.

"Well, in that case, the mighty Rain Miru could watch the area for me and Cale, right?" You cooed, holding Raon by his jaw and directing him to look into your eyes. You gave him a sweet smile with your dark red lips, "Hm? You can do it, right? Make us proud?"

It was endearing to see you bargaining with a child. Raon pouted before finally giving in, going limp into your arms as he mourned over not being able to work beside you all.

"Alright, go to your brother and sister and watch us from afar, okay? And listen to Choi Han well."

Cale watched Raon leave you both with arms crossed in front of his chest. You turned to him, slipping your arm into the crook of his elbow, and began walking together, "The night hasn't even started but I'm already tired."

"You're good with kids," Cale commented off-handedly, both of your eyes trained on the entrance to the gambling house. 

"I try my best with them," you replied, walking closer to the entrance and seeing a tall, bulky man guarding the door. "I don't recall any security measures when entering the place."

"Evening, Sir," the man greeted you and Cale. "Your name?"

"Robert," Cale answered, taking out a few gold coins and giving them to the man. "Robert Miles."

Receiving the coins with both hands, the man scrambled to let you both in and bowed his head low as you walk passed him. You noted how he doesn't even ask you for your name, which means you must've looked like an actual escort. 'Good for me, I guess.'

Upon entering the building, your senses were overwhelmed by the colorful dresses and masks, the stench of tobacco, and something herbal in the air. Your best guess for the last one would probably be drugs. There were more women compared to men in the building, some of them crowding a noble or two, some sitting together, and you can see someone pining for a woman and making out with them on the dark corners.

"Vulgar," Cale said, eying the booths where a man was seated with a woman on his lap, swapping spit and grinding against each other. "Thank goodness Raon isn't here to see this."

'This place is like an orgy party,' commented the Fire of Destruction. 

'It's gross,' murmured the thief with disgust. 

'Smells horrible,' added the priestess.

"Look for our man," you reminded him. "Let's look around together."

A waiter with a tray of drinks passed you both and Cale easily snatched a glass, drinking the liquor with an appreciative hum. "Don't drink anything while you're here. They got some pretty strong stuff."

"Hmm, I know," you murmured, hugging his arm closer to your chest, and Cale's face reddens. "We'll look suspicious if we don't mingle with the others."

"Before that—" Cale began. "The dress. Was it... Hyung-nim's choice?"

You turned to look at him with wide eyes. "Please don't tell me his words managed to get under your skin."

"It didn't," he says. "But, again, why did you give him the privilege to choose your dress?"

'Are you upset she didn't ask you?' asked the Super Rock with a tone that Cale knew had he had a face, it would be smiling.

"Are you upset I didn't ask you?" You voiced out the Super Rock's question to the world. "I just think he'd know what kind of dress would be the most outrageous, considering he's more on the reserved side."

"Am I not reserved?" Cale asked with a frown, not because he was upset, but because he was confused. 

"You've seen me with nothing but a bathrobe on and you didn't flinch," you reminded him of the incident in Ubarr territory, causing his cheeks to redden upon the memory. "You've seen more of a woman's skin compared to him. Besides, your standards of modesty are perhaps a bit skewed compared to his."

"Hello, hello..."

You both turned to the new voice that had greeted you. You were stunned when you were met with a middle-aged man with navy blue hair with strands of white hair slicked back, showing off his ruggedly handsome face that was accompanied by light wrinkles and crow's feet on the corner of his eyes.

On his sides were two women, looking slightly older than you were as they hang onto his arms. 

"Good evening, Baron Davis," Cale greeted him first, bowing his head down, which you followed mutely.

"Oh? You know who I am?" Asked Baron Davis with a grin.

"It would be unbecoming of me to enter a party without knowing who's the host," Cale replied.

In an almost comedic timing, a waiter passed by and Cale placed his glass on top of the tray they were walking around holding. He held out his hand and Baron Davis took it, firmly shaking each other hand.

"Robert Miles," Cale introduced himself.

"Simon Davis," Baron Davis says slowly, eyes raking all over your body as if Cale wasn't standing in front of him. "What do you do for a living, Mr. Miles?"

"I'm a merchant," Cale answered, going through the background Alver have prepared for them because if he was going to pay attention to Baron David practically leering at you like a piece of meat, he might as well fuck up this whole plan and beat the shit out of the guy. "Born in the Roan Kingdom but my parents themselves are merchants so I could never stay in one place for far too long."

"Oh, the life of a nomad, eh? How wonderful," Baron Davis says. "And may I ask what about the lady beside you? What is her name?"

You bowed your head humbly, feeling Cale's arms tense the whole time you were holding him. You can feel the glare of the women beside him, most likely not wanting to have the man looking around for other women when they haven't sucked him dry yet. "My name is [Name], Sir Davis."

Baron Davis raised an eyebrow. "No last name?"

"I am a commoner, Sir Davis," you answered. 

"You were wearing such an... elegant dress, I thought you were a part of the nobility." Baron Davis's attempt to flirt did not go over your head.

You let out a giggle and placed a hand on Cale's chest, leaning into him with a pout, ignoring the frantic drum of his heartbeat underneath your palm. "It's all thanks to Mr. Miles right here, Sir. He bought me everything I'm wearing today. Isn't he so kind?"

Baron Davis hummed. "What kind of merchant are you, Mr. Miles? Anything specific that you sell?"

"I focus on textile tradings," Cale answered automatically. 

"I see..." Baron Davis kept his eyes on you, a sickening grin on his face as he enjoyed the view. "Well, I have a booth that I use to sit down and talk with anyone I find interesting. Mr. Miles, would you do the honor of being that person tonight, along with Miss [Name], of course?"

Cale had a feeling Baron Davis was only after you tonight but hey, at least the plan was working, right? 

"It would be such a privilege to share a conversation with you, Baron," Cale said smoothly.

'Human, is everything alright?' Raon's anxious voice appeared in his head just as they were heading to a booth together.

'Everything is fine,' Cale replied. 'How is everything on that side?'

'Choi Han and a couple of other people are looking over papers in an office but we haven't found anything yet,' Raon explained, voice sounding so disappointed that he couldn't tell Cale any good news.

'It's okay, try to look behind bookshelves or under the floorboards,' Cale reassured the dragon. 'Keep us updated.'

"They've got into his office but they haven't found anything incriminating yet," Cale whispered to you while Baron Davis and his women were sliding into the booth.

"Oh, it's so soft," you say gleefully when you sat down on the plush seats of the booth, keeping up an act of an innocent girl.

"You think so, Miss [Name]? My bed is softer than these seats," Baron Davis suggested with a grin that Cale wanted to rip off. "Maybe I should show you later tonight."

You tried your best not to gag. "Oh, I would love to but..."

You snuggled to Cale, hand on his chest as it slowly trailed down to hold his clenched fist. "I promised Mr. Miles I'd warm up his bed tonight."

"I envy you, Robert," Baron Davis muttered, leaning back into his seat. "Tell me, what part of Miss [Name] do you like the most?"

Cale didn't have the chance to even think of an answer when Baron Davis continued to speak of you in the most perverse way Cale has ever heard; "Is it her tits? Does she sucks you off good?"

You were thankful for the dim lighting near the booth area because your face is flared red and your eyes had grown glossy. Never in your life have you ever heard someone talk about you so degradingly. It made your stomach drop and makes you feel nauseous.

"Are you the type to stuff her cunt full?"

You wanted to fucking cry.

You didn't expect Baron Davis to be someone so fucking disgusting to the point he could talk about this so openly and without any shame. You expected a little bit of decorum! Were your expectations set too high?

You held onto Cale's clenched fist, noting that it was shaking out of pure anger. 

'What the fuck,' the thief cussed. 'Is this guy fucking sick in the head?'

'How dare he—!' the Super Rock was at a loss for words upon hearing such disgusting remarks.

'Burn him! Burn him alive! What a fucking sicko!' shouted the Fire of Destruction with rage. 

Before Cale was successfully persuaded by the crazy bastard's suggestion to burn this whole establishment down, a figure appeared beside their booth.

"Simon!"

You tensed, hearing the familiar grating voice enter your ears. You turned, seeing Count Theo — you would recognize the slimy bastard even if he's wearing a mask — standing while holding a gorgeous mahogany box with an iron latch.

"Theo!" Baron Davis greeted enthusiastically. "Come, sit down, friend! How have you been? How's the Palace treating you?"

Because Baron Davis was already sitting with two women, Count Theo opted to sit next to you, placing the box on the table. You tensed a bit, shuffling closer to Cale until one of your legs was hanging onto his thigh.

Count Theo sighed. "It's been hell with that bitch [Name] around." 

You saw Baron Davis glancing at you for a second and immediately reacted. "Oh my, I don't work at the Palace, though?"

"Huh?" Count Theo looked at you with a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, pardon me, Sir," you bowed your head a bit. "My name is [Name]. I had thought you were talking about me."

Count Theo's eyes drank the image of you and stopped only when Cale's arm appear to pull you by your waist. He glanced at Cale for a moment and when he saw brown-reddish eyes already glaring darkly at him, he stand down and looked back at you instead, "Where do you work, Miss [Name]?" 

You tried your best to mimic Marilyn Monroe's iconic tone. "Well, Mr. Miles said I just need to look pretty and warm his bed. I would never work in the Palace when Mr. Miles treats me so kindly."

Count Theo's eyes glanced at the arm around your hips. "Mr. Miles...?"

"Theo, this is Mr. Robert Miles and his company tonight, Miss [Name]," said Baron Davis, gesturing to Cale. "Mr. Robert Miles, this is Theo, a good friend of mine."

"Mhmm, nice to meet you, Mr. Miles," Count Theo said before looking back at you and grinning. "Mhm, yes, you're not the [Name] I was talking about. She doesn't have tits and legs as great as yours, and she certainly wouldn't be dressed like you. The bitch's a fucking prude."

He raised his hand, the back of his hand caressing your arm and pausing when he came across your scars. "Oh, what's this? What a shame to see scars on such a beautiful body. They ruin you."

"Scars?" Questioned Baron Davis.

"Hmm, I've heard from my colleagues that that bitch [Name] always wore long sleeves probably because she has a lot of scars like this, something about being sad—" Count Theo snorted. "What a waste of fucking time. If she wanted to die, she should have just ended her life instead of seeking attention like that."

You felt your throat throb uncomfortably as you forced yourself not to cry, chest going tight as you mull over the decision of wearing such a dress. God fucking dammit, you get that it looks a bit horrid, but must such hurtful words be said?

"May I ask what's in the box?" Cale asked, pulling you closer to him and rubbing your waist with his thumb to calm you down.

You leaned to his neck, burying your face there to calm yourself down — feeling his warmth, breathing in and out with him, his scent calming the hurricane in your head, and using him as a place to lean on. You placed a hand on his neck and placed an appreciative kiss there. 

"Thank you," you murmured against his skin, as quietly as you can. You can feel his heart pounding and smile at the effect you had on him.

"I am glad you asked, Mr. Miles," said Count Theo, opening the iron latch of the box and showing a few herbs rolled into a sheer, thin white paper.

'Shit,' Cale thought. 

"Oh, my friend, you're a godsend!" Baron Davis reached and grabbed for one and Count Theo grabbed for his own.

"Mr. Miles, you must have one for yourself," Baron Davis said, having one of the women light up the end of the blunt for him. He inhaled with the blunt still in-between his lips, the end of it lighting up slightly before dimming and then he inhaled the smoke, some of it coming out of his nostrils.

You peeked at the box and many thoughts ran through your mind. Was Cale familiar with drugs? Had he ever done it back in the day? Does he get high easily? Can he even get high?

'Fuck, I didn't expect this,' you thought. You tried weed once or twice in college and thankfully you didn't get addicted to it — actually, you smoked more cigarettes back in college than weed.

Cale was the most rational between the two of you so he must not be in any situation where his consciousness and rationality be compromised.

Mustering the most innocent and cute voice you have, you asked; "Can I have one?"

Cale glanced at you, most likely confused. You whisper to him, "Just follow my lead."

"Of course, you can, sweetheart," Count Theo said, pushing the box towards you. "Mr. Miles, look at how Miss [Name] is willing to try one. Won't you grab one for yourself as well?"

"It's okay," you say, reaching for one. "We'll share it like how we always do!"

Cale was flabbergasted. What? Too many variables have shown up tonight that he was slowly growing frustrated with each time he has to improvise.

He watched Count Theo light up your blunt and you held it in between your fingers. With a grin, you settled yourself to straddle his lap, your center pressed against his crotch. His arms are around your waist, pulling you close so your breasts flushed against his chest.

"Whatever you do, don't inhale the smoke," you murmur to him before taking a drag of the blunt while pulling down Cale's chin so he'd open his mouth.

You leaned close to him, open your mouth to exhale the smoke into his mouth, and then crashed your lips together. You inhaled all the smoke back right into your lungs to prevent him from inhaling too much and let him kiss you, your hand still holding the blunt. You wanted to cough but swallowed it down, causing your throat to ache and you squirmed on top of him.

Cale licked your lips before pushing his tongue in, exploring your mouth, and twirling your tongue together just like how you did it to him a few days ago. His hand came up to the small of your back, wanting you to be so impossibly close to him that you'd merge as one.

"Mhmm," you whimpered when Cale unconsciously pushed his hips up to yours, the growing bulge brushing against your damp panties. "A-ahh..."

You pulled away from the kiss, licking your lips before taking another drag of the blunt while Cale spoke to them with his cheeks and the tip of his ear flushed red, "Hm, it's nice, I suppose."

'... That's genuinely the hottest thing I've ever seen a woman do,' the thief commented.

'I know, right? She was good with it, too,' murmured the Fire of Destruction.

"What an interesting way to share," Baron Davis pointed out, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, no doubt having a hard-on.

"Say, Miss [Name], do you think we could share as well?" Teased Count Theo, exhaling a puff of smoke from his mouth.

"Oh, no, I can't," you say, removing yourself from Cale's lap, showing off the hard-on the man was having to the world. "I can only do it with Mr. Miles."

Count Theo flicked his tongue. "You're a greedy one, aren't you, Mr. Miles?"

Cale thought about how close the two of you are and how embarrassed he was to grind up to you like earlier. "I suppose I am."

"Sir, what is it like to work in the Palace?" You asked, looking at Count Theo with big, puppy dog eyes. "Is it as fun as they say? Do you get to meet His Highness every day?"

Seeing such a beautiful woman questioning him about his line of work with so much awe, Count Theo puffed up his chest and spoke with pride; "Of course! I used to be able to converse with His Highness Alver every day, however ever since that bitch came, my plans been going down the drain."

"Hmm, is it because of that [Name] woman?" you asked, prodding further, hoping Count Theo would admit something. You mustered up the courage to touch his arm and asked, "What did she do?"

Count Theo's face flushed red. "O-oh, she's a friend of His Highness and got a job through him. The bastard put her as a supervisor for project proposals in the  office and she's been rejecting mine every time I applied one."

"Oh, proposals? What do you do with a proposal?" You asked, putting up a clueless facade hoping the bastard is into that sort of thing. Your body tensed when you feel Cale's hand on top of your thigh, his thumb brushing your skin. You took up the blunt again, taking a long drag of it before inhaling the smoke.

To be truthful, even though he wasn't used to being so intimate with someone, much less to make out with them but the mission so far had been in his favor with you being someone by his side because you have been putting your attention on him all night, but now that Count Theo has been the one to take your attention, he's slightly irked seeing you only talking to the man.

"Oh, you know, I try to make the people's lives better -- give them proper housing, this and that," bragged the Count. 

Cale raised an eyebrow. What the hell is he talking about? According to you, all of Count Theo's projects mostly caused a disturbance to the commoner's day-to-day activities so you would only accept the ones you deemed urgent enough, but Count Theo was always trying to drag through the whole thing to make it last longer than necessary. "Probably so he can yap about how busy he is to his colleagues," you have told him earlier.

Cale heard you coo, no doubt thinking about how you'd rather stick your socked foot into a washbasin full of water than do this. "How kind of you."

"Don't tell me you're the one responsible for the rebuilding of the bridge near the administrative building?" Cale piped into the conversation, an amused eyebrow raised. He wants to see what type of outrageous shit Count Theo would spew. He had no idea which bridge he himself is talking about but he did manage to remember that small detail when you were complaining about it. "It looks much better than when I last visited."

"Oh, you've seen the contractors working, huh?" Count Theo seemed proud. "See, Mr. Miles, you can see what type of changes I'm doing to the kingdom."

"Though, I must admit that you put a lot of attention on that part of town," Cale pointed out. "Any reason why? A family member living there?"

You covered your mouth and put up an expression of scandalized when Cale continued, "Or perhaps a mistress?"

Count Theo frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Cale. "You're quite the curious one, aren't you, Mr. Miles?"

"No need to feel ashamed if you do," Cale pressed on, placing his arm around your shoulder. And for an added flair, his other hand reached for your chin so you would face him instead, "After all, I'm not exactly a refined man myself."

Count Theo looked at the way Cale was now looking down at you and squishing your cheek while you were whining for him to let go or he'll ruin the makeup you've done so hard on. He let out a low chuckle, "No, not a mistress. But something much more valuable."

"More valuable than a woman?" Cale questioned, making sure to have his tone as bewildered as possible. Count Theo snorted, "Mr. Miles, there are many things that are more valuable than a woman."

"I have several friends in that area, you see," Count Theo said with a grin. "They can't exactly... work being so near to the building but with my people in the area, they're having a much easier time."

"What a smart man, eh?" Baron Davis suddenly added, snickering. "He decided to risk it near the place they wouldn't be looking around in."

'Human! We found it!' Raon's voice smacked him back to reality. 'There was a space under the floor and Choi Han destroyed it! He said he found the proof we need!'

Thank Gods! Now they can run from this establishment. 

"Please have something to nibble on while you all enjoy your time here," said Baron Davis, snapping his fingers and a waiter coming over with a tray of cut-up chocolate bars. "Especially Miss [Name]."

You gulped a bit, watching Baron David and his women eating a piece each. You reached for the chocolate and ate it, trying to erase the slightly spicy, bitter aftertaste in your mouth from the blunt. Goddamit, why couldn't they just make edibles instead of rolling a horrible blunt?

You sucked on the chocolate, finding it taste a bit different than your average chocolate. It was sweet with a bit of a bitter tang to it and a spicy aftertaste. 

"[Name], they've done it," Cale whispered to your ear, his breath caressing your earlobe causing you to jolt.

"G-good," you stuttered, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. 

You leaned to Cale and when he touched your cheek to see what was wrong, you whimpered. Cale's face reddens when he heard the lewd sound and when he tried to help you sit up straighter, you mewled and nuzzled to him.

You feel uncomfortable to the point it was excruciating and the slightest touch by Cale set your whole body on fire. You feel your panties going damper than earlier and tried to look at Baron Davis through bleary vision, seeing him sitting there while making out with his woman, one of his hands squeezing her chest.

"C-Ca—!" Cale's hand came up to cover your mouth to stop you from saying his real name. His eyes widened when he realized how hot your skin was.

You grasped at his wrist weakly and gave him a pleading look. He slowly lowered his hand and leaned to you, hearing you whimper, "We... have to... out..."

Cale immediately stood up, knowing something had gone wrong. 

'Cale, it's either the drug or the chocolate, or both,' suggested the Super Rock. 'She has been drugged.'

"Theo, it was nice meeting you, but I'm afraid [Name] and I will need to go first," Cale said, excusing you both.

You leaned to him, body feeling heavier than usual. Your shawl dragged through the ground, some of it still tangled around your arm. Cale cursed inside his head and approached a waiter, "Excuse me, but is there a private room?"

He would love to go out and look for the others immediately, but your temperature was spiking up at a concerning pace and it made his heart race. The waiter had pointed out the way to Cale, looking nonchalant despite you whimpering in his arm and looking unwell. Cale concluded that many have probably drugged women and taken advantage of them here.

Cale rushed into the room the waiter had pointed out and locked it behind him. He leads you to a couch in the room and before he could lay you down, you gave up trying to stand up on your own two feet, letting yourself fall on top of him.

He let out a groan of pain, his head banging quite loudly against the couch. "[Name]?"

"C-Cale," you whispered his name, borderline moaning it. You pushed yourself to crawl up so you can be chest-to-chest, looking at the man with eyes clouded with lust.

You stared at him for a second before kissing the man senselessly, grinding yourself against his bulge and whimpering in his mouth. Cale froze on the couch, feeling you grab his hand.

"Oh, Cale—" Your voice sounds strangled. You lead his hand to your breast, forcing his hand to squeeze it. "Touch me, please."

'Aphrodisiacs! The chocolate was laced with aphrodisiacs!' screamed the gluttonous priestess in panic. 

'Cale, stop her!' Yelled the Super Rock when you began to pull down your dress by the neckline. Cale grabbed your hand and the other hand was used to fix your neckline.

"[Name], calm down—!" Cale jolted when you pressed down your center to his bulge, moving your hips. You moaned loudly as you did so, the sound so fucking erotic and sexy that Cale could feel his pants becoming too tight.

'This woman is a fucking menace when horny, holy shit,' commented the Fire of Destruction in awe.

"Can you please focus?!" Cale yelled at the ancient power, switching to hold you by your hips so you won't move. You whined and Cale switched the position so you would be the one lying down while Cale sat on your abdomen, pining your wrists above your head to lock you in place. 

You looked up at him, face flushed red, hair messy, and pupils blown with lust. You closed your eyes, letting out a whine, "C-Cale..."

'Knock her out!' The thief commanded.

'With what?!' Cale questioned. 

"Cale, please, please, please," you pleaded in hushed whispers, squirming underneath him. "Please, touch me."

Cale closed his eyes so he doesn't have to see you beneath him, pleading to be touched. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

"Cale, pleaseee," you moaned, feeling like if you don't get to be touched, you can die from the heat of your body. "Cale, I feel horrible. Please, please, touch me."

Cale kept his eyes shut but his ears were still able to hear the noises you make.

'There's no way you can last like this until the aphrodisiac's effect disappears,' says the Super Rock.

'I say let the woman cum,' said the thief. 'Give her the relief she needs and let's get it over with.'

"I'm not going to take advantage of her," Cale stated firmly, holding you down when you squirm, thrusting your hips up to get some kind of friction. He'd leave you alone if he could so you could probably deal with this yourself but he can't do that when they're in enemy's territory, one where it's crawling with men waiting for a vulnerable woman to corner.

"Cale," you whispered. "Please?"

'You know, your self-control is something else,' said the Fire of Destruction, genuinely in awe. 

'Instead of being like this, I suggest at least trying to reach the exit with her,' Super Rock said. 

Cale knew that waiting for help like this is useless and might get you both in more trouble if you were caught. He sucked in a deep breath and slowly released your wrists, prompting you to curl yourself up just as he got off of you. 

"[Name], we have to get out of here," he whispered to your ear, taking your arm and putting it across his shoulder. "We can't stay here."

He pulled you up, trying his best to ignore the way your lips brushed against his jaw so lovingly, going down to his neck and leaving a bunch of lipstick marks all over his skin. He stood up with you hanging by his shoulder, holding you by the waist and nearly limping to towards the door. Cale finds relief and disgust at the fact that everyone in this place is so fucked in the head that they don't see anything wrong with a man dragging an intoxicated woman across the establishment. Plus, it seemed everyone is either stoned or drunk to even realize he was summoning a little bit of wind to his feet to help him get across quicker.

'You're gonna leave without causing at least some degree of havoc?' taunted the thief and if Cale could see them, he's sure he would find them with a smirk and an eyebrow raised. 'That's not very Cale Henituse of you.'

'Come on, kid,' added the Fire of Destruction, 'That David guy talked about [Name] like that and you're just going to let him slide?'

'I don't agree with causing havoc but... perhaps make sure they could never do that sort of thing again,' suggested the Super Rock.

'Make them regret it,' said the priestess.

Cale exited the place with you nearly passing out, not even going to stop and question where that bulky security man had been standing by when they entered the place. Once you were both out of sight, Cale flew to the top of the smaller houses where he had seen Choi Han's silhouette.

"Cale-nim! [Name]!" Choi Han called, eyes wide when Cale landed gently beside them with your face flushed red, sweating, and panting. Choi Han takes you from Cale's hold, carrying you bridal-style, and was immediately stunned to feel your how hot your skin was. "What happened to her?"

Ohn and Hong who are perched on Choi Han's shoulders looked at you with concerned gazes while Raon floated right on top of you, "Human, she looks so red! Like a tomato! Is she going to be okay? She's not going to die, is she?"

"She's going to be fine if we go back to Ron to have her looked at," said Cale, taking off his mask and throwing it away before he took off his blazer as well and draping it on top of you. "She had been drugged, most likely aphrodisiacs. She had previously been smoking a drug, too, so I'm hoping at least maybe Ron would know the after effects."

"Raon-nim, please transport us quickly to Ron," Choi Han said to the Black Dragon.

Cale sees your head lolled to the side before they are teleported into the duchy, specifically into your room. Choi Han quickly placed you on your bed, turning to look at Cale when the man got to the side of your bed, sitting by your bedside. Cale looked anxious as he turned to give Choi Han a command, "Choi Han, go look for Ron."

"Yes, Cale-nim." Choi Han turned around and left while Raon showed himself to Cale. 

"What about me, human? What should I do?" asked the child anxiously, restless as he threw glances at you.

Cale held the dragon close so he keeps his eyes on Cale and not you. "[Name] would want you to not stress about this. She's okay, she's just a bit out of it, okay?"

Raon looked down, nuzzling to your side with the kittens. You huffed, feeling your whole body being set on fire but having some sense in you to not push the kids away. You fluttered your eyes open, glancing at Cale's anxious gaze. "W-what's happening?"

"You were drugged with aphrodisiacs in the chocolate," Cale answered. "After smoking that drug, I just need to be sure there's no after-effect for you."

You remembered smoking that blunt and let out an anxious laugh. "S-sorry..."

"It's alright," Cale reassured you. "You saved our disguise."

Your bedroom door swung open by an anxious Choi Han, Ron following closely behind. He approached you on the bed, looking over your complexion quickly before checking your temperature and pulse. He took off your mask to get a proper look at your full-blown pupil and let out a sigh, "The aphrodisiac she consumed are quite strong for her stature and body weight. Choi Han mentioned about drug usage before the aphrodisiac entered her system?"

"We were forced to smoke some kind of drug but [Name] managed to get me out of that situation," Cale explained. He refused to explain how you managed to do that since it'll be too much for both him and you for everyone to know.

"It probably intensified the effects of the aphrodisiac and make it last longer," Ron explained. "Since we don't really have an antidote for such things, the only way is to have her sleep this one out until the effects disappear. I'll have to knock her out."

Cale paled. "O-okay."

"She will be safe in my care, Young Master-nim," Ron reassured him with a benign smile. "Now please leave us alone."

The kittens jumped to Cale's arms and everyone had to anxiously leave you to Ron, but before Cale could leave, Ron stopped him. The butler gave Cale a slightly playful gaze. "Perhaps clean up a bit before you meet anyone else, hm, Young Master-nim?"

Cale stared at Ron for a minute before nodding slowly, leaving your room and heading towards his.

Ron turned to look back at you and let out a tired sigh. 'Oh, what should I do with you, Miss [Name]?'

Meanwhile, Cale was busy ignoring the surprised and flustered gazes of the servants when he walked by them. However, when he managed to meet his stepmother in the hallway, he knew something was wrong when he saw his mother's slightly scandalized look.

"Oh, uh, Cale," she greeted him, looking him up and down. "Where have you been? You're... dressed up nicely."

Cale didn't even try to think much of a lie. "[Name] and I went to dinner."

Violan covered her face with her fan, eyes scanning over Cale's face. "I-I see that [Name] have forgiven you for what you've done."

"Fortunately, yes."

Violan looked away from Cale and hurried to leave. "Well then, have a good night, Cale."

Cale nodded. "You as well, Mother."

He finally arrived to his room, letting the kids invade his bed first as he took off his vest. He approached the vanity and eyes widened in shock when he saw lipstick marks all over his lips, jaw, and neck. Is this how he had been walking around this whole time?

"I'm an idiot," he murmured to himself, rubbing his temple in exasperation. 

[ohmycale]

There is a tiktok that they hate Deruth and they literally hate him? Then somebody on Twitter countered that Zed was a worse father to Alver and he didnt get hate as much as Deruth. What's your take on it? Is there a double standard for you?

Okay, let's break it down, shall we?

First off, I don’t know about this particular TikTok video and I don’t use the platform so I am taking the things you said at face value.

Second, everyone who has heard of TCF/TBOAH and their characters will have an opinion about them. They are entitled to their opinions about anyone and everything and enjoy the same space and perks as people like me who usually have counter opinions about their opinions. It’s the internet at its finest. 

Third, Hate is a strong word for me and I don’t use it lightly. I try to avoid it. My feelings about Deruth are the same feelings I had for my father with acknowledged bias and projection. Yes, I felt disappointed and angry at him for a long time but I learned to manage my feelings and learned to not be bothered by people who didn’t treat me well. And as I project my feelings into Deruth and other characters, it’s the same thing I do for og!cale. Other fans do the same thing. 

Fourth on Zed and benign compared to Deruth. I don’t comment much on Zed because I believe that he is a trash father from day one and embodies the existence of sperm donors at their finest. What is there to be said, really when everyone agrees on one opinion about him?  Deruth, on the other hand, claims to be living his family motto and then sought out his personal happiness over his son. He is constantly characterized as a ‘good’ but flawed father. That opinion is dependent on whom you are asking, of course. My further opinion about this man is evident in my other posts. Overall, there is no incentive to talk about Zed when you already know from the get-go what kind of ‘father’ he is. Deruth is pretty much a controversial character in this context given his background and ‘progress’ in canon. 

In terms of double standards, I see them equally as men who shouldn't be fathers. That's putting it very lightly. I'm sure others I know personally would have more…colorful words to describe them.  And I’m somewhat irritated that mental neglect/trauma is seen as ‘lower’ than physical neglect/death. It's the invisible scars that grow over time that goes unnoticed and for some people, eventually, wish that they haven't lived or incapacitate them to live better lives. Worst-case scenario, you get judged for not being able to ‘move on’ and ‘be normal’ or shit things people say. Reminds of parents who do do-overs with new families and expect old kids and be a ‘family’ just because.  That's basically Deruth for you. 

Fifth, Alver still has his family with Tasha. Someone who knows understands and care for him just like his mother had done. I can’t say the same for Og!cale. Og!cale’s family is….just not there for him and didnt understand him when he needed it most. His father found a new family and tried to blend him in without actually considering his feelings. Or just thinking that og!cale having new family members = happiness. It doesn't matter if he accepted them eventually. The assumption that og!cale would just go with the flow is so insidious to assume.  His supposed family might care for him, but I don't really see the them understanding what he has gone through and still going through. Ron and Vicross, as we all know, left for their dreams of revenge. Hans, God bless his soul, is a servant to him and under Deruth’s command and authority. So, who is really there for him? 

Sixth, I like that Deruth’s actions are sparkling a debate. It means that people don’t see him as a one dimensioned character even though my feelings would want otherwise. People will have their judgment of him and agree to disagree is still a thing (I guess). The only thing that I care about is og!cale is happy wherever he is right now…with or without Deruth.  

Thanks for the Ask. Sorry for the wall of text.

[queen-scribbles]

Fill #1 for @storyknitter​ bc this one spoke to me for two different OCs and I can’t say no to either 😂

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Mallory grumbled under her breath as the stack of files she was poking through shifted and started to slide off the table. A mess of loose paper was all she needed right now--

Her wild grab for the stack missed, but another hand interposed itself and caught them. Sure, the steadying shove sprawled them across the table instead, but that was better than jumbled all over the floor.

Mallory turned to her new company and arched a brow. “If you’re actually the first one here for a briefing, I may have to mark it on the calendar.”

Mason snorted and raked one hand through his hair. “Not my fault he’s a slowpoke sometimes.”

She frowned. “He?” This was supposed to be with all of Bravo.

“Oh. Yeah. Your mother co-opted Nate and Felix for some people-persony shit, so you just get me and Adam.”

“My two favorite people,” Mallory deadpanned as she restacked the folders, her snark doing little to hide that it was probably actually true.

“Lucky you, then,” Mason shot back. He surveyed the stacks dotted on the table and her desk. “Awful lot going on, I thought this one was straightforward.”

“I do have other cases, Mason,” she said, gathering her hair up in a messy bun when it slid in her eyes one time too many. “Y’know, for my other bloody job. The one for you is-”

“Alveres? Here.” Adam stepped into the office, plucked the required folder from the top of a stack on her desk--rather than the table she’d been checking--and held it out.

Of course it was there. “Thanks.” Their fingers brushed as she took it, and Mallory grit her teeth against the way the touch made her chest clench.

Adam swiftly let his hand fall and cleared his throat. “If you devised an organizational system for... all this, Detective, you wouldn’t lose important files.”

She huffed. “It wasn’t lost-” I knew it was in here, just not precisely where. She shook her head, teeth gritted for irritation reasons now. “Let’s just... get this done. It shouldn’t take long.”

“Let’s,” Mason drawled, slouching against the wall and toying with an unlit cigarette.

“You light that in here, I kick you out,” Mallory warned. Normally she wouldn’t care, but, “There’s too much damn paper right now.”

Mason looked between her and Adam, smirked, and started reaching for his pocket.

“Mason. Don’t.”

It was an order and a request all in one, and he was acquiescing even before Adam turned to give him a stern look. “Fine, fine. Your show.”

“Thank you.” Mallory flipped open the folder and started going over what they knew, what they needed from Unit Bravo for this one, trying to ignore the festering irritation over Adam’s remark.

He’d been much more critical of many more things the first few times he was in her office. She didn’t know why this one was lingering. (Yes, she did.)

Adam headed for the door as soon as she finished. “We know what must be done. We shall inform the others and attend to it, leaving you to your...” his gaze swept over the stacks of folders around her offices once more. “...work.”

Mallory growled softly watching him leave, briefly distracted from her pique by his shoulders as he passed her. She was only human. As he kept reminding her. She bit the inside of her cheek as another scowl twisted her features.

“Don’t worry, Mallory, he likes you, too.” Despite the heavy sarcasm on Mason’s words, there was something in his clear grey eyes that made her feel incredibly seen. It was a supportive type of seen, cloaked as it was in a verbal jab. Even so, Mallory hated that feeling and folded her arms tight across her chest.

“Right, and next he’ll advance to pulling my hair to show it,” she snarked.

Mason shrugged. “Only if you’re in to that.”

Now her scowl was aimed at him. “Oh, for- We are not....” She huffed. “What makes you think I even care?!” 

He caught her gaze and held it, piercing and steady, as he leaned closer.  “Because your heart has been beating too damn fast to be standing close to someone you don’t care about, Detective.” 

Damn vampire hypersenses.

He straightened, twirling his lighter between two fingers, and smirked. “And so was his.”

There was a sparking click, the sharp scent of nicotine, and Mason was gone with a thin trail of smoke.

Mallory stared after him, arms still crossed, heart in her toes, and his words running circles in her head.

“And so was his.”

It was a long moment before she shook it off and got back to work.

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Alberu: God, give me patience

Cale: I think you mean 'God give me strength'

Alberu: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 19: Weal

Content Warning: Child Abuse

Each time a client came in and opened up to Esredes, inside or outside of his practice, about the sort of things their parent did, he couldn't help but wince as a visceral rage came through him. Why, in any realm of logic, would a parent ever continuously beat a child and blame them for their own problems? Sure, every once in a while as a child, Esredes' parents slapped him. That was normal. He aggravated them, tempers were lost, it was let go. It wasn't a big deal.

Sure, he'd also been slapped a few times as a recruit and squire. Those were also deserved, until Esredes learned how to conduct himself properly. It was a given he was slapped when he was a Temple Knight or especially a harrier, so went combat sometimes. But even now sometimes as an adult out of combat people found it fit to slap Esredes. Sometimes he couldn't retaliate in any way, and he hated it. Sometimes it made him quite angry. And sometimes, very rarely, he found himself mad enough to slap someone else as well. He'd not been able to hold in the urge when Alastor endangered his people. He barely held it in for Alvere some days in the past. And he held it in even worse with the horrid folk, those loyalist deniers who could use their entire face turning red for how little mercy Esredes wanted to show them.

Still, Esredes knew he was simply a soldier, of course. Soldiers generated aggression, and that meant taking it out on them physically. That was the way of combat, and it would not be turned off outside of combat. But a mere helpless child who did nothing wrong? Well, Esredes wanted to and in some select cases had done worse than slapping them and leaving a mark.

People were strange and did not make sense, and he hated it. If slapping sense into people worked, maybe he'd do it a lot more. But as is, it was just a given inconvenience for himself. He could handle much worse, even if it left a mark.

[riverofacheron]

this is still hurt me so badly fr, 11 years, he is almost destroyed himself, why is nobody did not done nothing about this? why is nobody did not step in, not choose to help him? f-ck all of people, who are left him alone like this.

[artyartpile]

Vicious/Aegis Alver | Childhood Friends AU

Summary:  Ten years before seizing his blood sin, eight year old Aegis finds a boy in the woods near his home.

Vicious doesn’t remember much, but knows he’s searching for a new life; a new name. Something beyond the flames and the darkness that lingers at the back of his mind.

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch15

So excited ! Ez and Gabby were my favorite couple , and then well bang:< , but Him and Sophia are amazing , they look like they're still going strong in the trailers I've seen , Also there's a scene of him blowing out candles , Birthday scene or episode ;) ,

Look at uncle Ez with baby maverick , Im Scared and Excited.

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Today was the meeting , Illiana and her sat in the clubhouse , the guys talking , Alverez and Miguel speaking to Nestor , the prospect who used to work for him.

They were tense , these so called Sons making the tension skyrocket.

Suddenly Bishop opened the door , Five patched members from the mother charter walked in along with two prospects , who were ordered to go to the bar , Ez kept a close eye on his girls , who were sat on the couch.

"Little cj is that you!" Tig exclaimed loudly freaking them all out.

"Alex!" Jackie laughed , as Ez raised a brow , the others all looked at eachother confused.

"Ya know this lass 'ere tiggy." a Man said in a scottish accent , you might know him betters as Chibs.

"Met her when she was Sixteen , hell of a punch , spent two days knocked out." Tig explained.

"In my defense when a sixteen year old wakes up and sees a man pissing on her car , she gets to beat the crap out of some one , turns out he was drunk." Jackie explained.

"What are you doing here , thought you wanted to get away from gangs and clubs." Tig questioned.

"I brought her here to meet that ass , and then her and Ez

adopted me." Illiana said.

"One of tha' charters said you and a las took in a little lass." Chibs stated shaking Jackies hand.

"Trust me it took alot for

M- Jackie to admit her feelings for Ez , Now there's gonna be a new Reyes in town." Illiana said.

"Pregnant ! , your Preg- Theres a mini Mayan in there." Tig exclaimed as She went over to Ez , who rested an Arm around her waist , as she laid her head on his chest.

"Yep , so you boys gonna have this meeting or what?"

Jackie questioned.

"Tig seems to like her , I say their kid could be used as a Mediator." Happy Suggested, Ez and Angel had a look of familiarity with the man.

"You saying their kid will become a Son if its a boy, when he comes of age?" Bishop questioned.

The men argued and suggested , Angel said no Nephew of his would be a sons.

Illana stared at the scene before making her escape to Natalia's.

"ENOUGH! I don't want my kid to have anything to do with Clubs or gangs , until this child , who by the way could be a she , chooses to do so , until this baby is out of my stomach and under age , nothing to do with any of this." Jackie exclaimed catching the attention of the men.

"I like her." One man , who was called rat boy said , as another quinn , nodded.

The two unnamed prospects , and Nestor stared at the scene infront of them , Even Alvares and Miguel were intrigued.

"Bu-." Tig was cut off by Jackie raising her hand.

"Me and my children will never be used by the club , or clubs for anything , now Im sure you can find another way to do this , and this is coming from a woman who's fucking tired of men telling her what to do." She glared.

"Yer lass is a very strong and respectful woman." Chibs said to Ez who nodded.

"I think this meetin' is done ere' , Our Charter votes for an Alliance between the Sons and Mayans , With yer lass as a Mediator when we have meetings." Chibs said.

"We could do that ." Ez said looking around as The mayans nodded , along with alveres and miguel.

The sons nodded saying their goodbyes , Tigs gave her a huge hug.

"Did anyone not here the part where I said I would not be used!" Jackie exclaimed wacking Ez.

"It's only for Meetings , which don't happen often." Ez stated a bit ticked off that his girl will be used as a mediator between clubs.

"You people owe me big time , And that goes for everyone in this clubhouse , accept for bishop , I want nothing from you." Jackie stated huffing , Ez led her to the couch.

"Im hungry , your child is hungry , do what you have to do and lets go." Jackie stated as Ez kissed her forhead.

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"That could have went wrong you know." Ez stated as They pulled up to the house , Illiana said she would stay with Natalia , Once again.

"Why because a woman should keep her mouth shut , and the men order her around like a-" She was cut off by a kiss.

"Don't put words in my mouth Amor , Just saying somthing could of went wrong , How'd you become  friends with tig?" Ez asked as Jackie wacked him, sitting on the sofa , the two grabbed their food.

"How'd you know the one named happy?" She questioned as Ez placed down his half eaten burger , Wrapping an arm around her.

"Happy was sent by Miguel's mom , Dita ,to kill our Parents , but he only killed our mom , I found her , laying There , pool of her own blood , One day I chased after him , ended up shooting a cop , Spent eight years inside , started prospecting after I got out." Ez said as She finished her burger , resting a hand on his chest.

"Jesus Ezekiel." She said as He finished his food resting his head in her lap.

"There was a girl before you , Gabby , We were going good , she left for medical school , one day , me , angel , and Manny went to the hospital to take out some sons , Angel ended up Shooting a doctor , and she was there , saw our faces , She was gonna rat him out , I shot her." Ez stated as Jackie ran her hands through his hair.

"Im guessing that's when you started losing yourself." She stated.

"Then I met you and Illiana." Ez said as Jackie kissed him.

"Lets get to bed , Im still pissed I have to be a mediator for the club." She huffed.

"It's only for meetings Amor." He said kissing her hand as they in got into bed .

"It better be , or I'll kick all of yall's asses." Jackie stated.

"I love you." Ez said as Jackie kissed him.

"I love you too Ezekiel." She said kissing him.

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"That woman could be an Issue." Miguel stated to Soledad.

"A woman in power seems to be an issue for you ." Soledad said , her tone steady.

"Jackie is the old lady of your brother , with child , raising the daughter of the former president ." Soledad explained.

"Half-Brother , the two show no signs that they know , Jackie can be a valuable asset , or a powerful enemy , to the club charters , and to the cartel." Miguel stated.

"Are you saying you want her as an Ally , or take her as a wife , raise a hand to her , and she won't speak out of turn." Soledad questioned.

"I think you've said what I know is needed." Miguel said.

"Your willing to take out your brother , for a woman , you two already share another in common , why this one?" Soledad questioned.

"Because she intrigues me , Ez is already on the road to his downfall , I just have to wait , Emily will be taken care of when the time comes." Miguel stated.

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Everone wants jackie but can't have her , She's head over heels for Ez .

Be prepared for her to kick ass.

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Building at Longbourne

Summary: Rose moves into Longbourne Inn, and Lu immediately has a long laundry list of things she wants her to do.

Rose Solano x Luisa Alver Rating: G.

“Okay, you want what now?”

Rose stands, places her hands on the small of her back, and stretches while her thumbs press into the kink just there.  Then she brushes a hand across her sweaty brow and looks up at her handiwork. Which, admittedly, should probably not be called handiwork since the most she’s done so far is demo.

At her words, Luisa immediately prances into the room, wraps her arms around Rose’s waist, and leans up on her tiptoes so that she can rest her chin on her shoulder.  She kisses her cheek and then makes a disgusted smacking noise.  “Ugh, you’re all covered in sweat, and it’s not the good kind of sweat, and there’s dust, and the dust tastes nasty, and—”

Rose turns and kisses her proper, then she pulls away, raising her eyebrows. “Better?”

“A little.”  Luisa frowns. “You’re still all gritty.”

“Tearing down the inside of our new house,” Rose says, gesturing around her with one hand.  She turns back to the room.  “What all did you want me to do with this again?”

~

Longbourne is, admittedly, much better than Rose expected.  It’s still hot and sweaty in the summer because they’re still in Florida, but the lake makes for a nice breeze every now and again. She’s taken to standing on the porch of the little inn Luisa runs, leaning on her elbows on the railing, and staring out at everything.  Her hair’s all frizzy and full of corkscrews the way it had been in the Caymans, and she’s got it half-pulled back behind a Crayola blue bandana with its normal pattern in what is quickly becoming a stained white.

Lu’s been having her do renovations on the inn all summer; she has huge plans for how she wants it to look and feel, and most of those huge plans have to do with their own personal suite.  Ever since she moved up to Longbourne, Lu has a room of the inn to herself – the suite meant for whoever runs the whole thing – but now that Rose is staying with her, she wants it to be bigger.  Better. As though Rose wouldn’t have been fine with it being the way it was.

(Not that Rose minds bigger. She just doesn’t want to be the main workhorse.)

Today, Rose leans forward the same way she always does, elbows propped onto the railing, arms bare in the Florida sun, covered with freckles, lean muscles apparent in the light filtering through the surrounding trees, a glass bottle of lemonade in one hand, regretting that this is just normal lemonade but never wanting to tempt Luisa by getting something harder.  She sighs, takes a deep gulp of her lemonade, and then wipes her lips with the back of one hand.

She could have done exactly none of this in her previous role as Sin Rostro.

Well.

She could have done some of it, but not while she was masquerading as Emilio Solano’s trophy wife. Rose Solano could have done none of this, could only have decided the designs of things and then never been directly involved in the implementing thereof.

But it’s nice – it’s welcome, actually – to let Luisa take on most of the design choices (with the exception of Rose pointing out when things would look absolutely horrible and then having to put her foot down, even when Luisa looks up at her with the biggest, roundest puppy dog eyes that are normally impossible to fight except no, Luisa, she is not painting that hot pink design over wine-purple walls; it would be ugly) and then to just be the grunt doing the job.

She’s….

She’s missed this, actually.

Not that you’ll ever hear her say it to anyone else.

~

Luisa shoves Rose into the shower nightly because Rose works in their suite until long after dark.  By the time Rose makes it back to their bed, she’s too exhausted to do much more than lie there, which Luisa does not appreciate.  But on weekends, Lu forces Rose to take a break and drags her around to her different favorite locales.  Lu’s been in Longbourne far longer than Rose has, and she’s had time to become a regular at certain restaurants (the one diner and then the local pub, where she assures Rose she has never gotten anything even remotely alcoholic, and the bartender unsurprisingly backs her up, while giving Rose an unhappy look) as well as the one grocery store, where she’s become friends with the owner, and the one clothing store, which is as open to modification as Rose’s face changing plastic surgery ring had been.

Soon, Rose becomes a regular about as much as Luisa does, and she finds it’s oddly…comforting.

Again, not that she’ll ever say it to anyone at all.

But Luisa can see it, can see when Rose suggests they go to the pub for her favorite barbecue ribs instead of the diner for hot chocolate, can see the way her nose turns up at the idea of going to the clothing store because she would rather order stuff online than get something from that penny-pinching miser woman who runs the store (and then goes back anyway because she never means it), and she feels her heart – which was already three sizes too big – grow even bigger.

~

“Okay, you’ve got to keep your eyes closed.”

“Why does it matter when you’re covering them?”

“I know you can see through my fingers, Lu.”

Rose walks Luisa to their brand new, finished suite.  She keeps Luisa’s eyes covered with her hands, although she probably should pull that old bandana out of her back jeans pocket and tie that around her eyes instead.  The problem is that, after having been kidnapped…more than once, Luisa doesn’t take as kindly to having a bandana tied around her eyes as she used to.  It’s made some of their play a little tamer on occasion, but Rose will never hold that against her.  Better safe than sorry, after all.  She’s just glad Lu told her instead of trying to push through it and hurting herself.

As they walk forward, Luisa giggles with nerves like a schoolgirl on her first day to a new class (or to high school, although Rose has only ever been to boarding schools and private schools since Elena took over her tutelage). “Is everything the way I wanted it?”

“Wait and see.”

Rose shoves the door open with the tip of one steel-toed boot, leads Luisa in a little further, and then murmurs, “Three, two, one,” into Luisa’s ear before dropping her hands.

For a moment, Luisa doesn’t say anything.  This doesn’t scare Rose, because she’s never scared of anything, but it’s certainly odd.  Lu’s never quiet like this.

Then Lu lets out a squee of excitement.  “It’s perfect!”  She turns and grabs Rose towards her in a big hug, dancing in a circle with her back into their room.  Then, after a final squeeze, she drops her arms and races into their bathroom, where she lets out another little squee of excitement – louder this time, given that it echoes in the bathroom.

Rose chuckles lightly to herself as she follows her into the room, and when Lu finally comes back out with a big smile on her face, she says, “I take it you like it.”

“It’s wonderful!” Lu exclaims. “But, now that you’re done,” she starts, walking towards her, “I’ve got some ideas for fixing up some of the other rooms—”

“No.”  Rose gives Luisa the most firmest look she can, staring down at her, and Luisa’s face falls.  Then a corner of Rose’s lips curves upward as she says, “At least not until I have a good week off.”  She bops the tip of Luisa’s nose.  “I want to break our room in first.”

Luisa’s eyes sparkle with good humor.  “Let’s start now.”