#i need to organize these fuckers in a doc

[scrivenger-grimgar]

SVSSS Monster Hunter AU

Monsters I want Shen Yuan/Qingre to have as familiars!! For how this is going to work, Shen Yuan is going to have a set limit on how many familiars he can take out and about based on the strength of his cultivation and the size/power of the monsters themselves. The reason for this is bc at some point his kinship stone broke which shattered the empathetic bond between him and his familiars, but he can rebuild it with a maximum of 3 monsters at once. He doesn't need the empathy bond on Wu Nian peak bc he has more time to understand what his familiars are trying to communicate, but outside the peak its more necessary for quick communication during battle.

For my own sake there will be three sizes of monsters: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd class monsters. 3rd class monsters are monsters that cannot be ridden, 2nd class monsters are monsters that one to three people can ride, and 1st class monster can be ridden by 4+ people.

My understanding of "riding" implies that the monster is not impeded by being ridden. Thus the entirety of the Wingdrakes are 3rd class monsters, and Shen Yuan can have three empathetically tied to him at once, and Paolumu and Tobi-Kadachi are 2nd class monsters so Shen Yuan can have two empathetically tied simultaneously, whereas Najarala or Beotodus are 1st class monsters so Shen Yuan can only have one empathetically tied to him.

Lets get started! first off: Paolumu! Shen Yuan's paolumu is named Mimi [糸糸], the character meaning fine silk repeated twice. Mimi is a 2nd class Flying Wyvern from the Coral Highlands in the New World, and one person can ride her. Mimi is 14m long, is weak to fire and thunder, and resists water.

next, Tobi-Kadachi! Shen Yuan's Tobi-Kadachi is named Dalei [打雷], meaning the sound of thunder. Dalei is a 2nd class Fanged Wyvern from the Shrine Ruins in the Old World, and two people can ride him. Dalei is 15m long, can attack with thunder, can inflict thunder-blight, is weak to water, and resists thunder.

Shen Yuan's Malfestio is named Wuyao [乌药], meaning crow/raven/black and leaf of the iris (flower). Wuyao is a 3rd class Bird Wyvern from the Jurassic Frontier of the Old World, and cannot be ridden. Wuyao is 3m long, can inflict confusion and sleep, and is weak to fire and water.

Shen Yuan's Glavenus is named Jianfa [剑法], meaning sword play. Jianfa is a 1st class Brute Wyvern from the Ingle Isle of the Old World, and 5 people can can ride her. Jianfa is 31m long, can attack with fire, can inflict fire-blight and bleed, is weak to dragon, water, and ice, resists thunder, and is immune to fire.

Shen Yuan's Seregios is named Cici [刺刺], the character meaning thorn/spike/to stab repeated twice. Cici is a 2nd class Flying Wyvern from Pondry Hills in the Old World, and is the oldest of Shen Yuan's companions. Only one person can ride Cici. Cici can inflict bleed, and is weak to thunder and ice.

Shen Yuan's Lagaicrus is named Houya [厚牙], meaning to favour ivory. Houya is a 2nd class Leviathan from Paupau Beach of the Old World, only one person can ride her. Houya can attack with thunder and water, can inflict thunder-blight and water-blight, and is weak to fire and dragon.

Shen Yuan's Midogaron is named Yaoban [耀斑], meaning solar flare. Yaoban is a 2nd class Fanged Beast from the Old Swamp of the Old World, only one person can ride her. Yaoban can attack with fire, can inflict stun, and is weak to water and ice.

Shen Yuan's Odogaron is named Juli [咀璃], meaning eating glass. Juli is a 2nd class Fanged Wyvern from the Rotten Vale of the New World, and can be ridden by two people. Juli can attack with dragon, can inflict dragon-blight and bleed, is weak to water, and resists dragon.

Shen Yuan's Beotodus is named Taxue [踏雪], which means to go for a walk in the snow. Taxue is a 1st class monster from the Hoarfrost Reach of the New World. He can carry six people. Taxue is 22m long, can attack with ice, can inflict ice-blight, is weak to thunder and fire, resists water, and is immune to dragon and ice.

Shen Yuan's Banbaro is named Tianma [甜马], meaning sweet horse. Tianma is a 1st class monster from the Hoarfrost Reach of the New World. She can carry eight people. Tianma is 29m long, can attack using fire, water, and ice (dependent on terrain), can inflict fire-blight, water-blight, and ice-blight (dependent on terrain), is weak to dragon and fire, resists thunder, and is immune to water and ice.

Shen Yuan's Najarala is named Fense [魵色], which means shrimp colours. Fense is a 1st class Snake Wyvern from the Everwood of the Old World. Fense is 52m long, can attack with water, can inflict water-blight and paralysis, and is weak to fire and thunder.

Finally, Shen Yuan's Nerscylla is named Shaoling [蛸绫], meaning silk spider. Shaoling is a 2nd class Temnoceran from the Trese Desert of the Old World, only one person can ride her. Shaoling is 11m long, can inflict paralysis, poison, and noxious poison, can bind things in her web, and is weak to ice and fire.

[strawberijasper]

Paladin redesigns

So... my friend @adaphyl and I have been working on a Voltron rewrite because canon Voltron? Eughdghf god awful, we all know. But it's ok, it's not real it can't hurt us.

We've been working through the cast and redesigning characters. I'm posting the paladin redesigns first just because my Altean redesigns need a bit more explanation... there's a lot of lore and I just don't got it in me rn.

I say these are the paladin redesigns but I did also include Keith's dad for reasons, we called him Jim. Anyways here are my redesigns as well as some notes on our rewrites of the characters (I will go more into this at a later date, but for now just some important notes).

Keith:

He's trans ftm, wears a binder. He needs to be wrestled out of said binder because he will wear it for too long. He is on hrt but has been off of it for a while cause space.

Keith is itty bitty, we made him 5'5.

He has more non-human features, the stripes on his arms are Galran markings, as well as the "freckles" on his face. He does get more Galran features in the future (will be in a future post).

Shiro's son.

He's autistic because I say so (I'm projecting but also honestly none of them are neurotypical lets be real).

Lance:

Lance is amab and nonbinary, goes by he/they.

Fuckboy with a heart of gold but like... genuinely. He comes off as a fuckboy to many people but he truly is just a silly little guy. Canon Lance but far better.

He's average height, 5'10.

He wears friendship bracelets made by his nieces and nephews, and always has hair ties on him for anyone who needs one. The anklet is from his mother.

Shark tooth necklace is because it's his favorite animal (and because sharks are MY favorite and I'm projecting).

Pidge:

Transmasc genderfluid, uses they/them pronouns primarily but is fine with any.

Pidge is still the shortest, around 4'11 iirc.

Pidge is aroace because I say so, romance and sex repulsed they do not give a shit about any of it.

Their hoodie was originally Matt's, they stole it in order to sneak into the Garrison and decided to just keep it. Pidge misses their brother.

Pidge wears a binder and is very good about not wearing it for too long. They set a timer for how long they should wear it and will take it off as soon as they can, as well as set reminders for break days. They are on top of this shit.

Hunk:

Hunk has tattoos (not pictured, we're working on designing them). We wanted to really represent Hunk's culture and because he's Samoan we wanted to give him some traditional Samoan tattoos as a treat.

He's everyone's bestie/big brother actually and I love him can you tell I love him?

iirc he's around 6'0 tall.

Paints his nails the voltron colors, one finger for each member. His thumbs are painted yellow so he can point to himself.

Shiro:

Shiro is a trans man, he has had top surgery and is also on hrt.

Shiro is Keith's stepdad... kind of. Kind of stepdad kind of adopted dad. Simply dad.

Shiro is also around 6'0, shorter by Hunk by an inch.

Oh he also has a tongue piercing hehe haha.

Jim (Keith's bio dad):

Jim is Jim.

No but really, he was in fact a firefighter, we are keeping that. He dies in a fire and Keith now wears his dog tag.

He may have held hands with Shiro at some point :3c

There isn't much to say about him (I simply don't remember everything) but just know I love him.

[beemers-hell]

You’ve done Sanford head canons, what about Deimos?

yall know the drill!

Deimos HCs!

Around 40 ~ 45ish (same as Ford

Trans man, Bi King

Mexican-American/Japanese

Has ADHD Combined Type, and though it's not as severe as it used to be, he's still struggling with executive dysfunction. He's fine to do the work he's told to do but he needs some bribing occasionally, i.e. the Nexus Mission with the chance of visiting Burger Gils lol

The fire-lit-from-his-finger thing is the result of him undergoing minor experimentation by the agency in the past, in which his DNA and body was being modified in order to allow him to wield fire powers. The experiment wasn't very successful, so he can really only do as much as use his hands as lighters, but he can also breath fire, though it hurts his throat to do so. The plume he can produce isn't very impressive in the first place, so he doesn't pull that trick out as much as he does the finger flame thing!

Speaking of the agency, yeah he's a dissenter! He used to work as a technician/IT dude before signing up for minor experimentation, after which he got bored of the work and decided to leave after he was approached by Doc, who he'd known very briefly from when Doc was working amongst the agency as well. The rest is history!

He has shark teeth, but he wasn't born with them. He had his teeth worked on shortly after he dissented bc he thought it'd look sick, which it does, but it also comes in handy when he's in a tight spot and can't use much else but the power of biting to get out of a situation lol

Obviously he's the funny man out of the gang, and seems to have some sort of quip or remark ready to go for virtually every situation or thing they stumble across. There isn't really any deeper thing to this aspect of him, dude's just naturally funny like that. Of course, he can go from "first I lol'd then i serious'd" if the situation calls for it, but a majority of the time he'll be providing the comic relief these guys so desperately need in a state like Nevada!

Deimos has pockets on his tactical gear getup specifically just to carry his smokes in, like of course he's got shit like bandages and ammo packs in others but the ones on his shoulders are his designated cigarette pockets. Dude really needs his fix!

Post Dedmos Adventures, Deimos will eventually have the rocks and all that shit attached to him removed, but it'll take a LOOOOOOOOONG time to remove them, as Doc and Sanford would need to harvest a LOT of skin and tissue and organs and all that shit to transplant onto him. Hell, he'll never really return to how his body was pre-other place escapades. He's gonna need a lot of recovery time after all is completed (he's not like Hank lol), and he'll end up mute from not being able to have his throat and mouth properly repaired despite their best efforts (Which is fine by him, he already knows ASL on account of his line of work lol)

Like Doc, dude is a nu-metal freak, fucker loves Korn and Limp Bizkit

Unlike Sanford, Deimos is a FANTASTIC cook (and baker!) anytime it's his turn to prepare meals everyone gets excited. If the world was still normal (or as normal as Nevada was pre-fall of Nexus) he honestly could've been pretty successful as a Chef!

[astramachina]

Medical update: went in for my first post-op appointment today and was delivered the news that the reason why my current condition is not life-threatening is because i am on testosterone. Being on T has literally stalled the progression of my endometrium (which, fun fact, is no longer in my pelvic area and is now chilling midway to my abdomen!!! the incredible pain i went in for? in my rib area? was my fucking uterus (well, one of my ovaries) literally fucking exploding) to the point that I'm good to chill until whenever I feel like getting everything removed.

like, straight up, that fucker exploded. "I say we could just remove the ovaries.... but there's hardly anything left?" said my doctor, bewildered out of her mind.

the insanely expensive and months-long procedure doesn't need to happen because be being on HRT has already been doing the job. meaning, had i not been on HRT, not only would it have progressed, it would have perforated vital organs long ago and my numbskull of a stubborn ass would've just tried to tough it out to very very very bad consequences.

so like. in short, T has managed to save my life twice now. physically this time. now it's just a game of hopping nothing else explodes, but if anything does, my doc's got a game plan for damage control this time around.

turns out that leaving endometriosis to run rampant in your body for almost twenty years is no bueno.

[jupiterjunebug]

44

44.  How much research do you do?

I don't research much for like. Facts? Like a lot of my original writing is in locations that are either secondary to the character interaction or are based off the places I've lived so I don't usually need to research setting detail. And I have a strong memory for random trivia I've looked at so I often know the answer to questions about how something would work.

Characters on the other hand uh. If I'm writing a fic I will fully watch through like. All available content I can get my hands on for my primary characters and take notes on voice. Back when I was writing for adventure zone I had a doc where I'd organized every line of dialogue in amnesty into sections for every character i wrote for (using a transcript I didn't transcribe it myself I'm not that dedicated lol). I've toned it down for wrestling fic because there's so. Fucking many people in Tool Academy AU and every wrestler has produced ungodly hours of promos but. You'd best believe I spent like 4 hours one morning watching obscure 2point0 promos so I could understand how the fuckers talk.

[oscars-dumbass-central]

Chapter Four: give me a fight I can't resist

"Give me half an hour, I have shit I need to do."

"Fifteen minutes. No more, no less."

Words: 1024

Martyn grumbled as someone pushed against his shoulder, rolling over he pulled the heavy blanket further around him. It was too early, too bright, he was fucking tired. He managed to say something that might’ve sounded like ‘go away’ or ‘too early’ but might’ve also just ended up sounding like a series of nonsense sounds. 

He was significantly awake as someone kicked into his ribs, shoving all of the air out of his chest. Gasping, his eyes shot open as he scrambled away from his attacker and tried to find anything that was light enough to be thrown. 

“Did you just throw a screwdriver at me?” Doc scowled as he pried it out of the wall behind him. 

“You fucking kicked me in the fucking ribs!” Martyn pointed out, rubbing at what was already starting to bruise, “What the hels was I supposed to do?” He pulled a loose sweatshirt on — probably the one he had been wearing yesterday but it smelled a little bit bad. 

“Maybe wake up the fuck up first time I ask,” He hauled a large heavy-duty bag onto the work table and started packing things away. “Cause someone caught onto what we’re doing and we have to be out of here now.” 

“Now? But I—“ 

“Would you rather get shoved back in a prison?” Doc spun around and growled a deep and throaty sound which reverberated around the cramped room. His cyonic eye shining in the ship’s lighting. 

Martyn glared back up at him for a second. “Give me half an hour, I have shit I need to do.” 

“Fifteen minutes. No more, no less.” 

.

Fourteen and a half minutes later Martyn was running through cramped corridors, hitching a heavy bag up onto his shoulders more. His chest heaved with each breath, all of his muscles screaming at him to stop. But he couldn’t and so he continued to run, the heavy thump of the axe shoved between him and his bag matching his racing heart. 

Voices shouted in loud discordant cacophonies behind him, yelling to ‘get the bitch!’ and ‘not let it get away!’ but he couldn’t focus on them, couldn’t even hear them over his own breathing. 

His feet hitting the metal ground became the rhythm he focused on as he continued to run, swerving around corners and dodging random bystanders. No-one tried to stop him, to help the fuckers behind him, they all understood. Places like this? You stick to your own fucking business or else. 

He skidded to a stop, slamming against the heavy concrete wall next to the door and hit the intercom button before he could even catch his breath. 

“Password,” came the annoying fucking voice of Doc, distorted by the microphone. 

“Just let me in your fucking asshole!” He yelled back, punching the door and glancing back to make sure that he had managed to lose the people following him. Luckily enough that seemed to do the trick and the door slowly began to creak open. 

“Stop it!” Someone yelled as heavy-booted footsteps rounded the corner. The door was barely open fuck. He was fucking screwed. 

Pressing himself against the ground he pushed himself under the still too-small gap and into the shop which seemed abandoned except for the ship roaring to life. The cargo door was still open and Jimmy stood at the platform, his arm outstretched towards Martyn. He jumped up and latched onto Jimmy’s arm as he pressed a button to shut the cargo door. 

The last thing that his pursuers saw was Martyn flipping them off as the ship somehow managed to take off. 

A rough and exhausted laugh erupted from Martyn as he let his bags slip from his shoulders and he fell to the ground. “Fuck I’ve never felt more alive! Haven't done anything like that in years! Can’t believe what I missed!” 

“You missed nearly being killed?” Jimmy laughed as he pulled Martyn up, his hand lingering on his for maybe a couple seconds too long. 

“Yeah! Haven’t run that much since…” he trailed off quietly, “Fuck… yeah, haven’t done that since Evo.” 

If one was looking close enough they might’ve seen Jimmy flinch at the mention of Evo, or seen how Martyn refused to meet his eyes as he said the name. “Damn, yeah, that was a while back.” 

Neither of them really felt like continuing the conversation. Luckily, Doc was there. He was also pissed. 

“You nearly got all of us killed,” he growled, placing a heavy hand on Martyn’s shoulder. “I told you fifteen minutes.” 

“I made it back in fifteen.” 

“You also brought a trail of governmental investigators to our ship.” 

Shrugging, Martyn pretty much collapsed into one of the nearby benches. “They’re Lower Band ones, nothing they say gets listened to by the higher ups. Nothing that goes on here gets reported on,”— his eyes flicked towards Doc —“and I’m surprised you don’t know that,” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Doc stood over Martyn as he reclined onto the very surprisingly comfortable bench. Well more comfortable compared to the cardboard sheet he has been sleeping on for the past couple weeks. 

“Whatever you want it to mean.” 

Doc took another half second to glare at him before stalking off, Jimmy had already disappeared into the cockpit to take over from Zedaph who had done the lift-off. Said ram hybrid was also very awkwardly sitting across from Martyn. 

“You’re a sprite, aren’t you?” He kept glancing between him and his hands picking at a loose part of his sweater. 

“I guess I am,” he gestured at his  distinctive pointed ears which were previously hidden by the matted mess that was his hair. “Does it affect anything?” 

“Probably about as much as me having hooves affects things,” Zedaph smiled quietly and gently as he tapped one of his hooves against the ground a few times. “I’m kinda glad you aren’t human.” 

“What?” Martyn snorted, glancing over at Zed who had gone back to picking at his sweater sleeve. “I guess I’m glad I’m not human too.” 

Zedaph smiled more at that and fuck he was pretty. 

God, Martyn was absolutely screwed. 

[fatedvisions]

The Scarlet Blaze

Operator Description

Lost, now found. Rose seeks to burn away the hatred she sees before her.

Operator Quote

“I’m not really sure what the issues you have here are, but I’ll help deal with them, Commander… Eh? You’re a Doctor? Could have fooled me.”

General Info

Codename: Rose

Place of Birth;

Race; Draco

Gender: Female

Birthday: Unknown

Eye Color; Blue

Complexion; Pale

Hair color; Red-Pink

Age: 20

Height: 160 cm

 Combat Evaluation

Physical Strength: Excellent

Mobility: Outstanding

Physiological Endurance: Excellent

Tactical Planning: Above Average

Combat Skill: Excellent

Originium Adaptability: Outstanding

Combat Experience: 10 years

 Profile

A warrior picked up by Rhodes Island outside of Sarkaz, Rose’s abilities in combat are mixed with a focus on extreme flames.

 Clinical Analysis

Increase Trust to 25.

 Imaging tests reveal blurry outlines of this operator's internal organs, clouded with abnormal dark spots. The circulatory system also shows signs of crystallization in some areas, denoting this operator as Infected

 [Cell-Originium Assimilation] 13%

 Rose has visible crystal formation on her body under her armor in multiple areas.

 [Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.28u/L

 Infection has spread harshly and is only minorly being pushed back by treatment. However, subject has no sign of failing health yet.

 Archive File 1

Increase Trust to 50.

 Rose is rather open instead of keeping to herself, being a bit more cheerful when outside of combat. Her focus is on seeing if others need assistance first, or finding good places around the landship to sleep in. She has refused to remove her armor as of late, resoning it as uncomfortable and rather painful for herself.

 Archive File 2

Increase Trust to 100.

Rose’s offensive capabilities are rather unusual. Even when using her flames, she tends to ignore how hot they can get, even when they start to burn at her arms and hands and need Medics to heal her. Oriopathy seems to have caused Rose to be hypoalgeniac, as she claims to "barely feel a thing" despite the damage done unto herself. And with flame temperatures reaching almost 1400 degrees C, I wonder if she even realizes how dangerous her flames can get.

-Sussuro, Medic Operator

 Archive File 3

Increase Trust to 150.

History? Why you asking me about that, Doc Kal? Ok, ok, I won’t call you Kal! Kal’tsit, better? Anyway… So Victoria was ruled by Draco once? And there may not be many… Eh, not my problem.

What? I’m being honest here. I don’t care about that. I care about helping people, keeping us safe. I hate seeing people, innocent people die. I’ve seen it happen too many times out there, out with them. Reunion… A lot of people start out good, but then they go bad. And those bad people hurt innocents. History doesn’t matter to me, simple as that Kal’tsit.

Even then… Oh, ‘Ghost’ is telling me it’s time for the meds. I’ll see you later, Doc!

-Conversation between Kal’tsit and Operator Rose

 Archive File 4

Increase Trust to 200.

Rose’s current weapon is a broadsword that has a shift setting inside of it. Made using materials that no longer need to be replaced after every fight, the weapon has a smaller blade that helps channel her flame arts better. However, at higher heats, the material can warp and change, so she tends to focus on firing flames like how Lappland attacks at range to keep the weapon from taking too much heat. The broadsword section itself is melted in some areas, and Rose has designed it to seem more like a mix of a cleaver and a sword. Her reasoning for the shape was only,

“It reminds me of a friend I worked with once. In their memory.”

 Promotion Record

Upgrade to Elite LV2.

Ghost… Do you think they’re proud of me? I know you can’t talk back to me, just chime when my body is shit, but… I wonder if they’re proud.

Dad and the gang. They picked me up, and trained me up, and then we lost them all. Innocent lives because that fucker decided to… To do that shit! Turn on everyone because he could, because he wanted. I won’t end up like Lunarre. I can’t just go looking for him either.

I’ll meet him out there. Maybe he’s joined Reunion, or maybe Dunwall or whatever it’s called. But I’ll avenge them. The gang, Dad, all of the people from that village.

Hmm? Time already? Geez, thinking really does focus time doesn’t it?

 Rarity: ★★★★★★

Archetype: Lord

Tags: DPS, Crowd Control

Traits: Can launch Ranged Attacks that deal 80% of normal ATK

Talent 1: Single Flame

-When no allies are in the 8 surrounding tiles, gains +10 ASPD

Talent 2: Solar Dragon

-When skill is in use, increases damage by 50% and deals Burn DoT, but lowers HP by 50 per second

 All at M3.

Skill 1: ATK Up Σ

-Increases attack by 100%

SP Cost: 30 (Automatic Recovery) (Manual) Duration: 30s

 Skill 2: Blazing Sword

-Increases Range, and removes damage reduction for ranged attack during skill. Reduces Defense by 20% but increases attack by 30%

SP Cost: 15 (Offensive Recovery) (Manual) Duration: 15 Seconds

Skill 3: Hunter of Dawn

-Decreases Range, but increases attack by 150%, deals Arts Damage. Defense -20% Max HP     -30%

SP Cost: 90 (Automatic Recovery) (Manual) Duration: 30s

[decayandfanfics]

The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.

As always, let me know what you think!

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Chapter 12 / Chapter 13

Any port in a storm

Tomura knows a bastard when he sees one, and Chisaki Kai looks like someone who could stab his own mother just to prove a point.

And he’s not only a bastard, but he’s also very full of it. The way Chisaki talks like he knows better than anyone else, questioning Tomura and calling him out on his previous failures, as if he knew anything about dealing with pro heroes and a bunch of overpowered children ruining your plans.

Tomura knows where he’d failed and he learned from it, but that doesn’t mean he’ll have to waste his time hearing this asshole lecture him about leadership and planning. After all, Chisaki Kai is nothing but a low thug that works for money or whatever the fuck someone like him cares for. The league, on the other hand, has bigger matters to attend.

He sure like the sound of his own voice. Tomura thinks, narrowing his eyes when Overhaul begins to babble about leadership and pawns like they are nothing else than mere meat at his disposition, and not people with interests and wants.

It doesn’t take long before shit goes down. Magne’s remains puring over them like rain because the bastard makes her explode like a piñata with just a single touch.

Yes, Tomura also knows a deadly touch when he sees one, and Overhaul’s looks ridiculously overpowered.

“Compress, wait-!” Tomura shouts, but Chisaki is faster and before they understand what’s happening, Compress quirk goes off and Overhaul blows Atsuhiro’s arm with a simple touch and the fucker is so damn coward that the moment Tomura lounges towards him, he just orders one of his pitiful pawns to act as a fucking shield and die in his place.

The yakuza has the nerve to call himself the next leader and Tomura is almost impressed by the audacity.

“Now I get it. You should have just started with this, saved us all some time.” Tomura spits making a monumental effort to keep his cool for his sake and the sake of the league.

“Where are they come from?! We weren’t followed, I swear!”

“One of them probably has a tracking quirk.” He’s also trying his utter best to not smack Twice’s masked head for being so damn naïve.

“We’ll cool our heads and try again later. I ow your side an arm.”

“Bastard! I’ll eviscerate you!” Twice barks at his side, holding Compress against his chest.

“Tomura-kun. Let me cut him. Real quick.” Toga ask, pulling out her knife.

“No.”

“it’s my responsibility!” screams Twice.

“No.”

“I don’t wanna rush you, but the sooner we talk the better.” Think things over carefully. Consider how your organization should be run, then when you’ve calm down, call me.” Overhaul speaks like he didn’t just killed Magne, comparing her with one of his ridiculous pawns and Tomura hates him, truly. It’s not like when he says he hates society and heroes, no. This is more personal. He hates Chisaki Kai the same way you hate your childhood bully, the same way you hate someone because you had the misfortune of knowing them.

“They’re gonna pay for this. Why can’t I go after them?!”

“Now thinking, we need to get Atsuhiro-san to a doc. “

“Right.”

“That wouldn’t work…damn that hurts” Atsuhiro whispers almost unconscious.

“Maybe we do have time to make them bleed.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Tomura-kun!”

“Another time.” He orders, watching as overhaul and his band of assholes disappear into the night “You’ll pay for what you’ve done today.” He swears already thinking in a million ways he could make him regret this.

“Shigaraki! We need to see the doctor! Atsuhiro is bleeding out!”

Ah, doctor Ujiko really found and excellent time to go missing, didn’t he? Now without his sensei and the hideout completely wrecked by the heroes, he’s between kidnapping some doctor or finding some abandoned hospital and pray there is some supplies that could work. But kidnapping someone would take time and efforts and the nearest abandoned hospital is forty minutes away and Compress doesn’t have so much time.

Ah, the perks of being a villain.

“Tomura-kun! What do we do!?”

He clenches his fists until his knuckles go numb, his mind rushing, thinking what to do besides the obvious, trying his best to ignore that option.  

“We need to take him now!”

Tomura rolls his eyes and suck his teeth hating his life because this is the last thing he thought he would be doing when he woke up that morning, something withing him twisting painfully between excited and done with this awful feeling he can’t rid off.

“Tomura-Kun! What do we do?!” Toga presses again, panicking because Compress is getting paler and paler.

He groans kicking some rock completely fed up. Why couldn’t Atsuhiro just stay sit there when he told him to wait? Now the itch gets insufferable out of nowhere and Tomura scratch his neck raw, snarling under the hand that covers his face. He doesn’t want to go there, but Twice needs help to carry Atsuhiro now that the man just fainted, and he can’t do copies of himself, so he’ll need someone else. It could be Toga, but Tomura hardly thinks she’s going to be helpful with that tiny body of hers. Besides, they’ll need someone who can clear out the streets before rushing out, so, he’ll have to go anyways.

Tomura sighs defeated, this isn’t about him, so he decides to ignore the knot in his stomach and the quick drumming of his heart against his ribs, preparing for the imminent headache before barking the orders.

“Follow me.”

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 A loud bang on your door wakes you suddenly.

You observe your room, remembering that you were studying before falling asleep over your desk after a whole day of paper reading and a pack of oreo’s for dinner. Your laptop screen flashes 00:23 am, so you’ve been sleeping for hardly an hour.

Another bang and this time the sound of someone trying to enter your apartment at midnight shoots your adrenaline levels to the top.

“Big sister! Please!” Toga’s voice sounds desperate from the other side of the door turning your fear in worry, so without thinking, your feet tap quickly through the flat to just opening it before some neighbor sees her, but your mouth falls open the moment Toga rushes into your apartment with Twice and Shigaraki behind her, carrying a half-conscious Compress.

In a second that feels like hours, your eyes travel quickly between all three men, to stop on the red ones that bore into you, sending shivers through your spine as you heart do a flip inside your cage because your infatuation with the villain is right there, in the same place he left it last time he touched you.

“What the…” Your voice gets stuck in your throat when you notice that Compress bloodied wound is in fact him missing an arm.

“Shit. Lay him down on the table” You order already running across your flat looking for a hairband. “Take his shirt off, Toga, bring me some towels.” You rush to your bathroom to wash your hands quickly, and Shigaraki follows you without a word, clutching at your side looking for the first aid kit your keep under the sink.

“Tell me what happened.”

“A Yakuza bastard blew his arm of with his quirk.” He spits carrying the kit to the kitchen. “He shoot him something and his quirk went off.”

“You think it’s some kind of drug?”

“Probably.”

“Crap. It could be dangerous if I don’t know the effects.”  

You run behind him, taking some latex gloves from the kit before approaching your patient. Atsuhiro breathes heavily over your kitchen table, his legs dangling from the edge as he bleeds all over the floor.

Your quirk activates in full force the moment you get close to him.

“Hello, Mr. Compress.” You talk to him trying to calm him the same way you would talk to a child patient as you remove the poor bandage that wraps the remains of his left arm. “Long time no see.”

“Lovely to see you, dear.” He whines with his hand holding the gory pieces of meat that still dangles from his shoulder, a chonk of his broken bone horribly exposed. “It hurts a lot, you know?”

You wince at the sight but straighten yourself to do your job and let your hands hover over his wound, numbing his nerves, keeping his blood from spilling out because he’s already at the brim of drying out.

“I know, but it’s okay now, Compress. I’ll take care from here. Now…sleep…” you lull him with a smile, relaxing him quietly, slowing his heart rate to make him pass out.

“Is he..?” Twice ask watching with trembling voice.

“he’s unconscious now. I can stop the bleeding with my quirk for now, but I’ll need to…sew this…. somehow.”

“Oh! Big sister! Your quirk is amazing to cure people!” Toga says joyfully, leaving the towels close to you.

“Himiko-chan. I need you to wash your hands very carefully. I’ll need some assistance.”

“Okay! I’ll be back.”

You begin to clean the wound, retiring the little fragmenst of bone from between the exposed muscle with some tweezers.

“How bad.” Shigaraki is behind you, towering over your shoulder and you can feel his warmth on your cheek, as he winces watching the mess over the table.

“His arm is destroyed. I need to cut a little of bone, it’s too jagged to just close this, it could lead to an infection. Only after that I’ll be able to rearrange this mess.”  

“What do you need.”

You look at him worried. He’s covered in blood and for a moment you panic thinking that maybe he’s injured too.

“A-Are you al right?”

The question comes out as desperate product of your impossible nerves from having him so nearby. It caught him by surprise from the way his jaw clenches before answering.

“…I’m fine. What else do you need.”

Relief washes over you, so you return your eyes to the man over your kitchen table.

“I…my dad had a garden saw in the closet. Disinfect it the best you can. This is going to be nasty.”

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 When she’s finally done, it’s already 3 am.

Compress lays over the couch, finally sleeping after some gruesome scalpel work that lefts her panting from her quirk overuse, siting in the floor with her back against the front door.  

A thick trace of blood drifts down her nose, but she’s too tired to even care, so she just let her head rest on the cold wood.

Silence and shadows fill the apartment. The lights are off so Atsuhiro can sleep, but the lights of the street are enough to see inside the flat. In her room, twice and toga share the bed, already sleeping after helping with the cleaning. Her kitchen looks spotless under the moonlight, none could guess she just operated someone over the table with a gardening saw.

“Are you sure you are okay?” She asks with hooded eyes, her own conscience drifting slowly.

“…I told you I’m fine.”

Tomura watches her, leaning against the wall in front of her. She’s grown thinner and paler than the last time he stood in her home. Her bloodied clothing only accentuating her lack of color and the dark bags that rest under her sleepy eyes.

She stares back, neither of them wanting to look away, not when the three steps gap between them extends so wide and deep that it hurts. The notion of being face to face again stirs quietly inside of him and all his anger and dread goes silent now she’s there at the reach of his hand, and Tomura understand that he doesn’t know how to feel now.

Her stomach growls of hunger and her eyes open in embarrassment and surprise.

“Stop staring at me.” She mumbles cleaning her face with the back of her sleeve, getting up to walk over her kitchen.

“You were staring first.” He mumbles annoyed “whatever…” Before he can even walk to the door, she stops him dead on his tracks.

“You can stay…if you want.”

Tomura looks at her while she prepares a sandwich, trying to avoid his gaze at all costs to no avail. Her hand trembles as she tries to put some butter on her bread, giving away her internal turmoil, because as him, she doesn’t know how to feel about this sudden intrusion in her life. Again.

Well, at least he’s not he only one who feels awkward.

She laughs halfheartedly out of the blue.

“What’s so funny?” he asks looking at the wall, his voice mellow because he doesn’t have the energy to quarrel with her now. Not after everything that happen.

“It’s just…I swore I was going to choke you with my own hands next time I saw you.” She cannot stop the laughing.

He doesn’t know what to do with that statement, finding difficult to keep his distant mask now she’s trying to sound playful. He can feel his anger and awkwardness dissolving into something more bearable so he just smirks amused.

“Bare hands, huh? no quirk involved?”

“Yep. Acapella”

“And how is that working for you?” he asks, gravitating closer to her, standing at her side, very aware of the height difference between them as he leans to see her face better.

“Oh, fuck off.” She smiles.

“Ladies first.” He cannot contain the little smile that blossom in his face.  

Tomura feels his shoulders relaxing softly now. He falls in the ease of her company, the roaring turmoil he’s been feeding all these past weeks, going silent now that she’s finally close, smiling tired and lightheartedly.

It was this, and he almost forgot about it. It was the soft wittiness, the clever jokes and back and forth. He liked to talk to her because it was like playing a game, but somehow, he forgot between his bitterness and rage.

“Sandwich?” She asks, handling him half oh her own.

“…Thanks.”

They eat in silence. Atsuhiro’s breathing is the only sound in the house.

Tomura is tired, his eyelids weight heavy over his eyes, but this moment is enough to keep him awake, so in exchange he memorizes the smell of her home, her presence filling him softly and gently, calming the rage and the fury he’s been feeling over a month in a rare peaceful moment that feels dangerously too much like finally coming home.

What a stupid thought to think he could get rid of this sweet softness, the only one he’s ever felt. A foolish desire made of spite and bitterness in a place that can only be filled with their silent bond.

He feels the gap closing slowly, luring him to stay for the night. He should…he could...maybe this…

“I’ve missed you.” She whispers suddenly without looking at him, her eyes fixed in the wall in front of them.

Time stops and he whips his head so fast he could hear something crackling in his neck.

He definitely didn’t though about this when he woke up that morning.

“Like wise.” He raps swallowing hard, thinking about all the things his done in a month, realizing there was not a single minute of the day in which he did not think of her.

He’s truly smitten, isn’t he?  

“I’m sorry about what I said…i…I got nervous. I thought you would get mad, I just made it worse.”

“Why would you think that, huh? I thought I was pretty obvious.” He says, hiding his hands in his coat before changing his weight to the other leg.  

“Because you are a big bad villain, aren’t you? and I’m just…me.”

“Just you” he snorts “you managed to terrorize one of the most dangerous villains without even touching him. Just you is fine enough to deal with anyone. Even big bad villains.”

She smiles shyly.

“Shigar-“

“Tomura.” He interrupts, finally looking at her.

She looks beautiful under the pale light; the shadows of the night drawing angles and shapes on her face.

“Tomura.” She states, meeting his gaze and he delights in the way his name falls from her lips like a spell and less like a curse. She looks at him decided, certainty written all over her face and he knows she’s about to do something reckless. “I really like you.”

Tomura has learned his lesson. As he always does, so he absorbs her words and weighs them carefully inside his chest.

“A horrible decision, really.” He mocks back with a grin, closing the gap between them until he has her trapped between him and the kitchen counter. “Your parents never told you about big bad villains?” this time he asks close enough for her smell to fill his personal space as he gives her a hungry look, licking his lips.

“Oh, Fuck you.” She sighs laughing quietly.

“I hope you do.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you going to keep talking back or are you going to kiss me already?” She whispers feeling his warm breath against her lips.

He stops entranced with the way her eyes reflect the streetlights from the outside. He’ll think of her like this frozen in time and undercover darkness, just a silver string of light between the shadows of her home and his life.

Tomura kisses her hungry and desperate. His jagged lips bruising against her mouth, invading her, eager to feel her closer, but is not enough. Him yanking her against his chest, four fingers gripping tight over her wrist as his right arm encircle her waist is not enough. Feeling her hands clutching at his shirt pulling him is not enough. Sensing the motion of her rising cage as she began to suffocate is not enough.  

No, nothing is enough when he wants to split her chest open to hide inside her ribs, filling her with this feeling that’s been smothering him for too long.

He’s overwhelmed by this unforgiving desire that goes beyond anything physical. Is about the terrifying nature of the world that surrounds him, where she’s the only hideout that could contain his horror and everything that scares him about himself.

Like sensing his despair, she moves her hands to his face, caressing his jaw enamored with the shape of his face, the texture of his skin and the soft locks of white hair that brush over her fingers every time he tilts his head to kiss her deeper and deeper.

A low rumble fills his chest as she opens her mouth fully to him, giving him access to her warmth for him to gorge on her taste, terrifyingly close and needy.

She breaks contact searching for air, but he moves ever so little.

“The things I’ll do with that bickering mouth of yours” He whispers before biting her low lip, giving her a ravenous look.

“Like wise.”

He considers to just shove her against the wall and take her right there over the dishwasher, finally sinking his teeth on her skin, buried deeply in her; but since she was bleeding not long ago, tired and in desperate need of sleep, he keeps it gentle. They are both tired. Tired from the fight, tired from the operation, tired of this game of cat and mouse they’ve been playing for two months, so he shoves his animal instincts under the rug and treats the situation the same way he holds things carefully with his fingers.

Just this one time he promises, knowing he will go absolutely feral on her as soon as he has the chance. So, he just leans over and kisses her gently…surprised by his own tenderness and the warmth that fills him, something akin to happiness and peace.

Tomura nuzzles against her cheek before resting his face on her shoulder, the awful longing that’s been eating him alive finally shut down.

“Come.” She calls him softly, a ghost of a kiss burning over his lips before she tugs him by the hem of his coat, leading him to the spare room.

He follows her quietly, taking off his sneakers and coat before getting inside the little bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her, fists safely closed at her back.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” She asks merely a whisper, her lips delicately brushing his own.

His forehead rest against hers, her warmth inviting him to close his eyes and rest, lulling him silently into sleep.

“…yes.” He whispers as he drifts away, feeling the light touch of her lips kissing the scar over his mouth.

“Good.”

Chapter 14

[shesawriter39049]

|GOD SAVE THE QUEEN|M|JH|

(Does he not look like he should be scaleing a damn window?!)

SMUT/ ANGST

Pairing: Hitman Hoseok & Mob Boss OC

Genre: Mob/Mafia/Organized Crime/Drug cartels/Established/unofficial but lowkey official couple...

WC-10K (A good 3-4 of it is smut btw) 

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 “I’m going to fall a fucking part, and so will my families empire and then what!? WHO the fuck are they going to blame then!? Huh? Definitely not my damn brother, he’s too coked out to even tie his fuckign shoe laces neverthless run the family business!”

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Note- This is old...I have a TON of mob/mafia-related “Pilot” chapters as I call them..stashed in my google Docs! This is a heaverier/ agngisterst read by the way, not a downer but just heavy ya know? It works just fine as a stand alone, but by the end of it you can tell that when I initially wrote it I was setting it up to be a series! One that would eventually involve the other boys as well, so there is some backstory!

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Hoseok;s tatted, and just radiates soft dom energy…and tbh that’s all we need in this world

The OC is stressed, and needs a damn hug...the end!

Warnings: (Nonsexual- Strong language, mentions of guns, drugs/drug use and addictions, violence and mentions of chronic illness..not pertaining to Hoseok though)  

Warnings- Soft Dom Hoseok, breathe play, slight pain kink(very minimal prep before sex...by choice) overstimulation, handjobs, light come play, spit play, chill dirty talk....unprotected sex.Semi public sex-ish(in her office while the guards are outside the door...)

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Hibiscus island, Miami Florida 8PM 

‘Alright, so I’m looking at about, a half kilo of snow, hmmm, maybe a little over a quart of skag and a couple hundred Tabs of Molly…”

The line went dead on the receiving end causing the man in question to attempt the phrase again…maybe his connection was bad?

“Helll-lo? Boss I said I-”

“I heard you. Was there a an actual question in there somewhere or where you just letting me know your eyes still work?” The level of just…. dry...that fell from his tongue just now….

“Well I-umm no.No...I just wasn't told exactly what was being retrieved from the plane so I just wanted to make sure this was accurate and noth-”  The scoff that rung through the other end was borderline humiliating, as if to imply there's no way in hell he could even think this was “accurate”.

“No Mark, it’s far from accurate, but what you see in front of you is what’s there…”

Ahhh, so that explains his happy go lucky sunshine personality at the moment.

“Okay, well I’ll have this sorted and get the plane sterilized, am I sending this down to the west wing for a quality check first or is this just being disbursed to the runners?”

A deep agitated goan rattled in his throat, god whyyyy does everybody have so many questions today!?

“Just-just put it in one of the storage units for now, I’ll deal with it later” Hanging up the call before any more questions could be rendered because he honestly didn't have the patience to even pretend like he cared right now! The minute the call dropped his phone buzzed indicating he’d receive about his 8th text in a row from a person he’s a second away from releasing a full barrel face on! 

It took every ounce of self control not to just let the phone slip out of his hand and shatter against the patternized stone walkway swirling beneath his feet!

Clearly,Hoseok’s not in a good mood, like, at all...there’s just so much floating through his mind right now he’s practically running out of space to even breathe! 

He’s tired, Irritable, that earth-shattering smile of his is nowhere to be found, instead it appears to have been replaced by a semi-permanent snarl. Oh, and the best part, Germany, yeah that was a complete and utter shit show. It was supposed to just be a simple negotiation in regards to you guys expanding to a new territory. Yet he feels like the last thing he did was actually talk, I mean fuck palms still feel as though they’ve been damn near rubbed raw at this point.  Hours, that’s how long it took to rid his otherwise delicately stealth hands of their custom crimson overlay! And to make life even better, he’s the one who has the pleasure of sitting down and debriefing the whole failed mission to you! 

So yay, he loves that for himself...truly…

 Everything just feels heavy, his head, heart hell, even his spirit at his point! Feet dragging through the opulent Medetriann style courtyard as if they weigh more than he did. The only thing that somewhat has Hoseok in a decent mood was you, the fact that he’d be able to see you in person after what felt like 6 years, which in all actuality was a little shy of 5 days! 

Easing his way through oversized dual french doors, into an area that essentially acted as the east wing's  “Lobby” if you will, panes of white walls, and thick black arched windows framed the entryway. The dim lighting hanging from the cast iron chandelier gave the effect that the stark white walls were almost glowing against the moonlight peeking in. My point? The atmosphere appears calm at first glance, warm..inviting...everything Hoseok needs it to be right now because again he’s NOT in the mood for bullshit. All he’s dealt with over the past 120 some odd hours was bullshit! Hint’s why your European connect is a good, meh, four soldiers down at the moment!

I can’t say Hoseok had a specific…”Greeting” in mind upon strolling back into the compound tonight…..

However, what I can guarantee is the soundtrack that is you going full hulk mode in your office, while your guards stood outside looking like bats outta hell, definitely wasn’t high on his list! The men stationed at the security desk were already whipping their heads around before he even pulled the door open. Ah the beauty of cameras, at this point they weren’t sure what was worse. You, playing whack a mole behind the wall or Hoseok’s reaction once he put two and two together! 

It takes all of 3 steps before another piece of something glass and undeniably expensive shatters against the wall. Accompanied by a loud grunt on your behalf, voice breathy and fragile, which lets him know you’ve been at this for a while. 

The level of just, exhaustion he could hear heaving from your throat is what had him more alarmed than anything else. The fact that you clearly didn’t have the self-control to tell your body to stop…which isn't like you at all! I mean fuck, how long have you been in there?! Hoseok’s heart was beating so loud he could hear it pulsing through his ears! 

“What the fuck did you guys do?!” The first and only thing to leave his lips as he huffs towards the control desk. The guard initially stationed in front of the camera’s, rolled his seat to the far left within seconds. Allowing his superior the space to do whatever he needs, they heard Hoseok’s mouse make about 1 good click before…

“Fuckkkkk” Cursed from his lips with enough depth to bounce off every surface in the room. There was an additional gruffness laced within his tone due to lack of sleep.. which almost made the sound more initiating, borderline animalistic. Hoseok’s voice actually broke towards the end, the growl dying on his tongue before it even started. Head bowing towards the monitor as he rocked forward, attempting to re-center himself. Keyword there….”Attempting”

Precipitously, there’s another sound rattling the air and no, it’s not another object flying against the wall ,it’s Hoseok’s fist...right into the marble desktop! Yup, there are no cameras in your office...why? Because you and the man in question have no fucking self-control...which suddenly he’s really, really regretting! Well, actually, there are cameras, however they can only be turned on from inside the office,and he already knew you turned the feed off! That’s why he’s on 10 because he can’t see you..at all! You could be hurting yourself in the process and he’d have no idea! The entrance to your office is camouflage for obvious reasons, to naked eye one wouldn't even know there was an office!

Even as your consigliere Hoseok didn’t ask for much, never has, not a big fan of relying on others to handle his needs...hmm wonder why he got to that point. Still, an unspoken rule of thumb when he leaves..is it’s every mother fucker's job within the compound, hell even the damn birds that frequent the garden! Everyone, needs to do their part to make sure he dosen’t come back to this..especially with the way things have shifted internally as of late! 

And by “This” I mean you having a mental breakdown in your office, because you aren’t one to just break shit for shits and giggles! This isn’t how you deal with a transaction going south, or a distributor sending over a bad strand of coke.. something’s wrong..really fucking wrong! 

Silent, dead silent, that's what Hoseok was, and that was utterly terrifying, your men knew to give him his space, that he’d address them when he’s ready. All the while carefully observing the way his fingers twitched anxiously next to one of the soldier’s guns, before wrapping his hand around the trigger. Teeth grinding together hard enough to crack a molar, repeating his initial question…

 “What. The. Fuck. Did you guys do?” Gritted through clenched teeth as he paced the gun between the three men standing in the lobby. Not even remotely concerned that he was outnumbered because they all looked petrified...as they should….clearly patience was the very last thing he had tonight. 

“Ugh, nothing we-” Click….there goes the sound of the safety, all of three words and a staggered pause in….

Hoseok’s stance never faltered, eyes blazing into the youngers with such intensity it took everything in him not to divert his gaze away from his superior. Head cocked to the side, jaw clenched painfully tight, you can actually visibly see it twitch. The slight arch in his brow let the guard know that was the wrong damn answer and this wasn’t multiple choice, it’s fill in the blank! So he’s got about one more try before this gun goes off, and suddenly you lot will have yourselves a red accent wall! 

“Hoseok, I swear we really-” Coyly swaying from behind the desk, edging his way closer and closer, to the dumbass that still hasn’t figured out how to properly answer the question. Connecting the gun to the side of his head, shoving the lackey against the wall in the process, there was an oddly calming aura radiating off his body right now. Which was clearly in strong contrast to what was currently taking place...and that’s because this..isn’t new to him anymore. The act of taking one’s life doesn’t weigh on his heart the way it used to and maybe that makes him a monster or..maybe it makes him damn good at his job. 

This was simple honestly, if they're not the reason for said breakdown then tell him what is. Not excuses as to why it wasn’t them because clearly that won’t get him any damn where now will it?

“Fuck-...she-she went and saw her dad!” Bingo! He all about choked on that…

 “ ...and she’s been like that ever since...I swear! I swear!” Hands above either side of his head,  shaking like a leaf in the wind, Hosoek could practically see his Adam’s apple bobbing against this throat, as he backed away. 

The shift within the air was palpable, they could’ve gotten whiplash from how quickly his eyes inverted, from pure rage to pain and concern. Shoulders slouched in on themselves as he released a shaky breath from his lungs, staggering backward as he ruffled his fingers through his jet black locks. Almost appearing somewhat winded by the update that he already kinda braced himself for honestly. 

“Fuck”  The word hushed from his lips so faint he doubts any of the men even heard him. Eyes fluttering shut briefly, his opposite hand rested on the bridge of his nose. Squeezing unnecessarily, tight, intentionally re-inflicting the pain he felt maneuvering through his chest!  It wasn’t even a full 30 seconds before he heard something else shatter into pieces, instantly snapping him back to reality, forcing him to reroute his thoughts. 

“How long…” There was a sudden dryness laced within his delivery as if he really didn’t want to know the answer.

“About a hour...or so….” 

“And I’m assuming she insisted on going alone?” No even bothering to make eye contact as a hushed “Yes..” fell from the guards lips. A low hum rang in the back of his throat while his eyes outlined the patterns within the marble, silently trying to pull his shit together before he made his next request….

“Override the security, and buzz me in….” The guards couldn’t help but feel a little shell shocked at how, monotoned, and emotionless his delivery was. One minute they could feel every once of his frustration without Hoseok even opening his mouth! Suddenly, it was like he’d completely removed himself from the entire conversation. Initially, his lack of patience steamed from other bullshit but now, none of that mattered, Germany, the drug deal, none of that even scratched the surface, all that matters right now is you. 

“Boss I don’t thin-”

Gaze slowly rising from the desk, cold, and somewhat feral, not quite sure why he’s being questioned, but right now, but it's definitely not the time! Bringing his nine back level with the guard in question, Hoseok didn’t have to say anything, his middle finger caressing the trigger said it all, expression blank. Gaze daring him to do anything but, buzz his superior in as he asked..nothing more, nothing less. 

Within seconds the center wall which at first glance just looked like a block of white Statuario marble started to shift, exposing all the shattered pieces of decor on the ground. Not even attempting to warn you first because he knew you’d tell him to leave. So instead, he took a deep breath, dropped the gun back onto the desk, cracked his neck a couple times, braced himself, and stepped inside. 

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Ya know, if circumstances were different the site in front of him could actually be somewhat comical. You, standing in the middle of this obnoxiously large gilded office, all dolled up in your heels, tight little LBD, dawning every curve on your body. A wrist full of Cartier and Bvlgari,hair curled...looking like you’re ready for a night on the town. Yet, instead of sitting in the middle of some 5-star restaurant drinking aged Scotch your in here. Angry, winded and breaking shit...really expensive shit at that! 

However, there was nothing even remotely humorous in regards to the reason behind your sudden rage. Honestly, it broke his heart to see you like this! Yes, the heart that most barely believed he truly had, but that’s neither here nor there, the people that matter know it threw and threw. Hoseok could feel the anger radiating off your skin even from where he stood. You were ablaze, nothing but utter rage, doused from your pores, but what made it even worse was the blatant desperation underneath it all. 

Every scream just seemed more and more broken...sure maybe he’s a hypocrite, he breaks shit all the time when he’s angry, hell people and objects included.  But you....this wasn’t you..and this wasn’t a healthy way for you to cope! To be real the only reason he stood there so long was because he needed a second to pull his shit together! The longer he stared at you the more his chest tightened, eyes burned like hell. His fingers twitched at his side trying to resist the urge to just come grab you, but he knew better. 

Sure, in most people's eyes, and by most I mean 99.9% of the population, you’d be the farthest thing from an angel! You lost any ounce of purity yearsss ago, still, in his eyes..there’s no one more untainted then you where it counts! And that’s, all that mattered because he knows better than anyone that you have a heart made of 24kt gold. A heart that needed to be protected at all cost, and clearly at the moment that’s not happening, because he can see it! Shattering all over the place along with very pricy china! 

Chest rising and falling painfully hard against itself, you were damn near blacked out in rage. So much so you didn’t even notice your office doors opening or closing. You, the woman that trained her ear to hear the faint hum of an elevator in an upscale hotel. 

Leaning down until your face was flush with the desk, gripping the edges so hard Hoseok could hear the floor creak. He couldn’t help but notice how flushed your knuckles looked, bouquets of bruises already blooming along the smooth surface. The moment of silence only lingered about….half a second, just long enough for you to recharge and grab something else to hurl at the wall. Voice-breaking before the hiss even fully rolled off your tongue, and that  “Something” was a set of Tiffany’s champagne glasses that you utterly adored! Well aware that wouldn’t go over well once this was all said and done so he figured that was his cue. 

“Y/n…” His voice wasn’t loud enough, abrasive enough, and frankly, you were far too absorbed to even hear him on such a neutering level! Sooo, he tried again. Slipping seamlessly into his…”Boss man”  tenor if you will, adding a dash of base to his voice that you could not only hear..but feel! 

”Baby!”

You startled upon hearing the endearment, head snapping around, body staggering until you fell back onto the corner of the desk. Bracing yourself with one arm, so you didn’t actually fall, chest heaving in short staggered breaths, as you gazed back at him, though it was clear initially you really weren’t looking at him.  

“Don’t!” He could see your body starting to curl in on itself as you shifted under his gaze which currently felt like an uncapped bulb in the middle of an integration room. The warning was too half hearted for him to even acknowledge!!

“Fuckkk''  Cursed from your lips only loud enough for you to hear once you gazed up at the clock through swollen eyes, not even realizing how late it was. Far too consumed in anger to remember that Hosoek was even coming home tonight, infuriating yourself even more because this was the last thing you wanted him to walk in on.  You didn’t want to burden him with the task of having to put you back together again, you’d been doing it just fine yourself for the past 5 or so days since this has secretly become routine as of late! You cry, you break shit, you touch up your makeup, and then you walk out of your office like nothing happened and continue running this 9 figure empire.

 “Just-go-go, back outside….” You were trying to sound strong, determined like you weren’t falling apart, and you were failing...miserably failing, you weren’t in control you were practically begging. The concern in Hoseok’s eyes was more than evident and that made shit even worse. Yet no matter how bad his palms were aching to touch you, he didn’t dare to reach for you yet, he knew your limits, and right now still wasn’t it…He could physically see you shudder as if it  wasn’t a solid 75 degrees outside right now.

The silence was too much, way too much, it felt as though it was ripping you apart, or maybe you were ripping yourself apart? Maybe it’s just harder to hide from yourself when you no longer can drown out your thoughts with the sound of you screaming and breaking shit…

“Fuck, this is about Germany right? Or Amsterdam? Whatever it is, whatever you need from me. You can have it...we can talk I promise, but right now,  I need you to leave…” Trying your damnedest to hold is gaze but it felt impossible because you knew he saw straight through you!

The pause was long enough for him to say something and still...nothing...it was like he was trying to push you enough to finally admit what you really needed from him.

“I just need a minute...t-to pull my shit together and then I’ll be fine, then we can talk.” You were practically whispering, your voice was so trashed and distressed. Forcing yourself to drop an octave, removing any texture from your tone  in order to properly “convey” your message yet he still didn't budge! 

“Hoseok, don’t make me ask again...just-” Shoeing your hand towards the door to replace the word you couldn’t quite get to roll off your tongue. 

Everything about you was contradictory because now you wanted him, your eyes were pleading in agony for him to hold you and make everything disappear. Yet, your tone was dry, removed, as if he was some low-level soldier on the totem pole, not to mention you legit just told him to leave. But oh how your emotions betray you when it comes to Mr. Jung! No matter how much bullshit you just spit out, you really only said one thing...and he heard it clear as day. 

Hoseok already knows, he knows you like the inside of a VP9 Veterinary pistol, no matter how cold your delivery was it didn’t stop him from easing off the wall and invading your space. You could feel him before he even got in within 10 ft of you, his aura already starting to infiltrate your little bubble! His stride was slow, confident, making up for all the things you currently lacked because that’s what a good partner does! 

He could see how hard you were clinging to the table as if you were using that to ground you, afraid of how lost you’d get once he got in arm’s length. This man had a soul that outweighed yours by miles and that was one of your favorite things about him, how deep he could go in more ways than one.  Hoseok didn’t stop until he was standing directly in front of you, close enough for you to taste the speirment on his tongue. Still, he hasn’t touched you and now you really needed him to touch you! The sweet musky scent of his cologne filling your lungs, you could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, god why weren’t the two of you in bed right now? Not even having sex nesicarilly,  just naked, skin on skin...you just wanted to feel him. It’s actually disgusting, the amount of control he has over your entire sense of being at this point. The way even just the slightest touch can completely throw all of your senses out of whack or back in whack I guess I should say.  

“Hmmm, a minute is all you need yeah….” Not even attempting to phrase it as a question because he knew it was all bullshit anyway!  So you didn’t dare respond, not trusting your voice anyway, just keeping your eyes trained on his...getting lost in how bright they looked in contrast to yours. Spreading your legs on instinct so he could get even closer, shifting slightly on top of the desk. 

Hands braced on either side of your frame to give him leverage as he tilted forward. “Well, it seems as though you’ve had….many minutes, hours even..” Eyes wandering around the room observing the mess you’d made, yeah the maids gonna need a bonus after this!  

“It doesn’t appear you having time alone has done you much good so try again baby…”Hoseok had a tenor that was meant for your ears, and your ears only. The typical bright almost giddy little accent to his tone was always replaced by a calmer, warmer one. An underlying element of sensuality that exuded just the right amount of calculated…. control….an effortless sense of dominance if you will.

Staring down at you through hooded lids thoroughly, reading for any ounce of discomfort! Once he didn’t find any... finally, you felt his hands take a firm grip on your waist. Your body tensed initially, hoping to counteract how hard you were still shaking! Hint, you failed, you were practically vibrating against him at initial contact!

“Breathe y/n...” 

“I am, trust me that’s the only thing I can do right now…” There was still a slight bite rolling off your tongue, no matter how winded you sound. However, in Hoseok’s eyes sass is better than silence so carry on! 

Nosing along the side of your neck, right beneath your ear, next to your windpipe, letting him feel how you truly felt, which was unbalanced and a little lost. Your heart rate per 15 seconds was probably double what it was on an average day and yes, Hoseok knows how many times your heart beats per minute on an average day! 

“Baby...” Cooed from his lips almost sympathetically as he slowly started painting a trail down the side of your neck with his lips. 

“Hoseok, I-god-I can’t-” You “can’t “what exactly?  Relax? Give in? Shut your brain off? What “Can't” you do? 

“Yeah, yeah, you can, let me turn shut your brain off for a minute , let me take care of you.” Hands gently ravishing your body, effortlessly sending goosebumps down your spine with every feather-like touch. 

“I’ll give you any, and everything you want, but I won’t leave you alone right now…” The words fanned against your skin making your shiver against him, no matter how calm his tenor was the dominance was clear as day! You didn’t have a say in the matter….

Reclining your neck on instinct giving him more room to work as you tried to clear your mind of any and everything that wasn’t Hoseok as you let your eyes fan shut. 

“Hoseok…” Staggered out heavily feeling like you were choking and he only offering a hum in response, not letting up from his current mestractions….”Fuck, yeah, okay just- just keep touching me...please” You weren’t typically a beggar even in bed but right now you needed him, not int he mood to be sassy or play hard to get, to be honest, you just didn’t have the energy. 

“I’m not going anywhere baby..I’m right here..all here for you..always…in any way you need me…” Palms soothing down your thighs, reaching under to smoothly wrap them around his waist, bringing his hips flush to yours. Once he felt you secure your ankles he reached for your hands, kissing along your knuckles before sliding them under the back of his shirt. Knowing how skinship puts your mind at ease, and the second the pads of your fingers graze his skin...you’re already finding  yourself digging your nails into his shoulders. Ripping a low growl from his throat, as he rocked his hips forward, re-positioning his arms on either side of your body so his forehead was flush to yours. 

“All here for you, in any way you need me..” That seems to hold a lot more weight as of late and no matter how much you’re trying to rid your mind of those thoughts..you can’t, you fucking can’t. Suddenly you’re clawing at his shoulders for a different reason, and it hurts, and not the fun kinda pain either…he hears a faint whimper leave your lips, as you clung to him even tighter.

“Y/n….” He exhales, voice shaking eyes glazed over, welting full of tears he’s praying don’t fall because he needs to be strong for you right now. “Baby” There was a blatant plea laced within that and you...

“I know, I know…” it’s unsaid...though it’s clearly not unsaid because you know...youuuu know, the two of you avoided that word. Maybe because if you said it that makes the idea of losing each other even worse. So for now, you’d just prefer to endlessly show it…....

Talking would just suck ass right now, so you opted for the later and leaned in, it wasn’t soft or delicate..you kissed him hard. Until he was gasping through his nose to breathe while, almost stifling forward,letting your hands wander up his shirt to thread into his hair.  Tugging at his scalp until you heard him moan against your tongue, taking that as your invitation to lick your way into his mouth which he accepts willingly. Reclining his jaw letting you have control because he figured you could probably use that right now.  Your lips moved with such emotion, and just pure passion that you don’t know if you’d ever felt so weak under him..yet powerful all at the same damn time! You almost feel lightheaded, the more you kiss, tongues meeting with such desperation your chest feels like it’s burning. Teeth clashing, nails clawing so hard into Hosoek’s skin it hurts but he doesn’t give a damn.

You tilt your head back giving him free access to do as he pleases and he bites. Hard. Until he rips a moan right off your tongue and it sounds so damn good….Nipping licking and sucking over every inch of skin he can reach. Feenin to hear you moan over and over again...until your lips find his and your clawing at his v-neck for dear life. Yanking at the neckline until you hear it rip, lifting and tugging it until he finally takes the hint….

“Offff” 

“Come take what you want.” Pulling back to allow you to yank it over his head, exposing mounds of warm and toned honey-coated skin, covered in trails of articulately placed ink. A combination of new-aged back and white with hints of watercolor paint his skin, telling an array of stories that you know like the back of your hand at this point!

Tugging him back by the nape of his neck so his chest is flush to yours, the warmth radiating through the fabric of your dress, which didn’t cover much, to begin with. Rolling your hips up into his for slight friction until your moaning back against his tongue again, hands moving down to help you grind at a steady rhythm. The contrast of the rough material of his jeans, against your clit was really fucking you up right now.  

“Hoseok…”

“Baby” He countered in a way that had your curls trying to curl under the pad of your heels! 

“Fuck, Fuck me,” You whispered against his lips intentionally whiney, and he froze instantly, not that he didn’t want to because fuck he wanted to he just...Hoseok’s big on talking shit out. Not one for hiding or aiding emotions, and clearly there’s something wrong here!

“I really,need you right now”  You whisper again, nipping at his bottom lip and now it’s hopeless because this man knows he can’t deny you a damn thing. He hasn’t been able too since the two of you met in Paris, initially as strangers stood on a roof with your Colt Pistols aiming dead in each other’s faces.

You could feel the frustration growling from his throat but still, he kissed you deeper, harder, rocking you against the desk so your laying on your back. Rolling his hips against you slowly just to hear you moan against his tongue. ‘Hoseok!” Yeah, your whiny, and yeah your inpatient…

‘God, the shit you do to me…” Leaning in to steal your breath away with another deep brusing kiss.There was a hint of frustration and disbelief, lingering within that, and you can’t help but smile up at him, soothing your palms down the smooth planes of his chest. Nails idly outlining the array of cherry blossoms painting his skin, framing his collarbone perfectly. Not even trying to hide how much you loved knowing you had the same effect on him, which in laymen’s terms just means your both helplessly and endlessly whipped! 

Being in this deep, with someone within your world is dangerous, even more so when they’re actually in the field,  not hauled up in a castle, like some modern-day Repunzel. It can make you vulnerable, irrational, hypersensitive, but on the flip side, it can also turn you into the most lethal version of yourself where enemies are concerned. Your need to ensure no one stands in the way of whatever you deem your “Happy Ending” to be, becomes insatiable...you’d set cities ablaze for that man and he’d do the same..in a heartbeat! 

Considering that’s the first, and only smile he’s seen from you in days he can’t help but lean down again. Leaving one more lingering kiss against your lips sighing out in content at how laxed and pliant you feel under him, you already know he’s smiling, you can feel Hoseok's teeth against your lips. Tentatively he untangles himself, not before leaning down a good three or four more times to kiss you again. As if he's going far, hell as if your ass was going any damn where to begin with even if he was. 

Smoothing his hands up your thighs, hiking your dress around your waist in the process, hissing at the fact you opted against panties today. The minute he eased your legs apart not only could he smell how much you need him but he could see...the need dripping from your lips. Wiggling your hips a little, as your arched even further onto the oversized glass desk, shoving the mounds of files to the side, your heels gave you the perfect angle to completely spread out. Putting yourself on full display, the slight elevation on your lower half had your hips tipping slightly forward, giving him  access to everything he needed! Your gaze was far  too innocent for his liking as you batted your lashes in his direction. Easing your hands up your body.. taking a little detour to caress your breast in your hands before letting them get lost in your hair. 

An all-knowing smirk playing on your lips as you watch his eyes slowly unravel every inch of your body. If you didn’t know any better you’d think his mouth was watering, stealth fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. Dropping to his knees..

“I don’t-”

“I know, I know”  Leaning forward until his lips were flush with your inner thigh, eyes trained on yours daring you to look away, jerking slightly when he bit you, then a low moan fell off your lips as he sucked on the spot. 

“You sound so fuckin good” Slurred against your skin, teeth sinking into your thigh even harder this time leaving a larger bite mark. Not pulling back until you squirmed from under him, his name husking off your tongue. 

What you meant earlier was you didn't want him to fully prep you tonight, you wanted the pain, the feeling of him stretching you open around his cock instead of his fingers. The delicious burn that almost makes you feel like your on the brink being split open! But I mean, fuck, look at you, he can’t just..not taste you, right? I mean no he HAS to taste you…

Resting his head against your inner thigh, thumbs kneading your skin while he started to kiss  his way around your bikini line. There seems to be no rush and at the moment you were just enjoying the warmth ghosting off his lips so you laid there content. Then, he leaned forward, placing his lips flush against your clit, leaving an array of solid lingering kisses all the way up your lips. And yeah they were somewhat chaste at this point,but you were feeling real needy  right now so even that had you squirming beneath him. 

“Hoseok” Sighed from your lips as you felt goosebumps spread through your body, gently massaging your nipples through your dress, somewhat teasing yourself instead of giving direct contact. Just allowing your touch to ghost over, until you’re arching into your own hand, pinching even tighter but still not giving your body the full sensation . 

“Y/n” Hoseok replied, calm as ever, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you “God, your so damn sexy…” Slowly his tongue fell from his lips and landed right around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with a moan that shot through every cell in your body. He sucked, and slurped you between his lips so hard, and you damn near smothered him with your thighs on accident. Your body's first instinct was to pull away, there was so much pressure and stimulation being applied to literally the most sensitive region of your body. And it was steady, once he had you wrapped around your tongue that's where you stayed.

“Holy shit-babyyy” Eyes squeezing shut, trying to remember how to breathe!

 Your mind and body weren’t on the same page, thighs practically vibrating on either side of his head and the minute he felt your legs close in, he nipped the skin between his teeth.Forcing you to arch up and away instead of clamping down, a broken cry of his name falling off your tongue as you tried to desperly keep your legs apart. 

He knew you needed a distraction, leaning forward, grabbing your hand and burying it into your hair, making sure you had an almost painfully tight grip on his scalp! You were damn thankful because holding him like this gave you some sense of ground, instead of you feeling like your about to plummet through the glass.

Hoseok always touched you like he wanted too, like he was the one getting off which prompted your next question once the air resurfaced to your lungs. 

“Mmm, fuck your hard for me already aren’t you? Just tasting me get’s my baby hard doesn't it?” You knew the answer but damn if it didn’t feel good to hear him moan it out anyway.

Nipping at your thigh again, this time a little harder “You fuckin, known, what you do to me, I could come right now if I didnt need to feel you come all over my cock” You moaned so loud at that, gripping his scalp even tighter. “That’s it baby, keep me where you want me.” So you did just that. Pushing his head down so he had nowhere to go but your clit, however the smirk you could feel resting against your thigh should've warned you that he was about to rip you apart.

Hoseok circled his tongue around the very tip, meriscally, his strokes were deep and languid, and they ripped you apart. There's no other way to describe the way he’s volleying your pussy around his tongue, right now! The only comparison I can give you is he’s kissing your clit, and every crevice between your lips, as if he was thoroughly exploring every inch of your mouth . He was loud, and messy, in his pleasure where your concerned, the almost primal sound of his lips, and spit smacking against your folds. Low, needy moans vibrating against your skin as if you were the best damn thing he’d tasted all day. Pulling back to spit directly on your entrance, pursing his lips, and blowing , directing it to fall straight in and your body clenched hard. Fuck you needed, him to inside you…. nuzzling his face between your thighs until his nose was flush with your clit. He knew better than to work you open with his fingers so he opted for his tongue. Picking his own lubricate back up with the tip of his tongue and swirling it around the entrance. Moaning at the wall your body naturally started clenching around the muscle. You were a moaning mess beanthe him, hips rocking against his face.

You’re getting antsy now, wiggling your hips harder, you felt like you were close from this alone and that;s not what you wanted “Fuck Hoseok, baby just fuck me…”  Yanking his head until he pulled away, dragging his lips down to meet yours, chin glistening with all traces of you. The kiss was hard, messy,your essence was all you could taste against his tongue, moaning out as he rocked his hips into you. Leaning forward so he could reach into the Hermes gift box which was kinda decoration kinda used to store lube and other shit you really should have in an office! 

The minute he grabbed the bottle you ripped it from his hands, this was the least you could do,plus you just loved how heavy he felt in your palm. Hoseok almost growled as he deepened the kiss, more teeth and tongue than finesse,the kiss is hard, it feels like your both gasping for air the entire time but neither of you want to pull apart. Pulling at his belt with nothing but a whine until he gets the hint and smacks your hand out of the way, within seconds you feel him hit your stomach. Hot, hard, and heavy, and god if you didn't clench so damn hard, he’s literally twitching  on top of you right now.

“Do you even have the slightest idea how fucked up I am for you?  How hard I am and you havent even touched me yet?” 

“Mmm, I don’t know baby it’s been a minute since I’ve seen you...” Your whispers seductive yet taunting,kissing at his jaw and his neck, smiling against his skin at the low moans that spill from his lips. “Tell me..

Digging your heels into his back as you uncapped the bottle, taking an obscene amount in your hand before reaching between your bodies. Ripping a shaky moan from Hoseok's throat once you laced your fingers around his cock. Squeezing just enough to let all the acces lube drizzle down his shaft and land on his balls, he’s just throbbing in your palm right now and your not even moving yet. “Does it make you feel good to know you got me wrapped around your finger? Knowing- I’d- fuck-” Now, your moving,  hand working his shaft, flucuating the way you distribute pressure, loosser at the bottom and tighter twoards the head  becuse thats his sweet spot. Lube just running down your fingers, it’s so damn messy and you love it,he's straight up whining into your mouth right now. Breath fanning against your face as he nuzzles into your skin...lips parted.

“Knowing that you’d what baby?”  Tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, feeling the way his hips twitched above you , so you slow down your pace, and tighten your grip. Hoseok's brows are furrowed chest flushed…..he looks fucking beautiful.

“That I’d kill anyone in a heartbeat for you, that i’d never let a damn thing happen to you” He can't help but rock into your fist even harder, eyes struggling to stay focused but he refuses not to look at you.. “Does that get to you the same way it does me? Because I still get hard thinking about the way you went toe to toe with Jin’s father about me that night in Italy.” Trailing his tongue down the side of your jaw nibbling ever so slightly “That,was-fuck-the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”

“God, I-...” Licking your way back into his mouth as you continued working him in your hand, moving your thumb over his tip, smearing the mounds of precum into the excessive lube .“Yeah, fuck yeah, it turns me on wayy more than it should. I shouldn't want you to be reckless when it comes to me but god if it's not sexy as all hell knowing you would be…” 

“And I would” he responds with zero Hesitation….

The sudden passion somewhat catches you off guard honestly, and the fire burning through his eyes as he said that is….stifling to say the least. 

“You’d go to war with me baby?” You didn't intend to shift the mood this heavy, yet you couldn't help the way it just vomited off your tongue. Maybe it’s your subconscious talking right now, still trying to fight it’s way through regardless of your current surroundings! 

Reaching up to cup your jaw, tilting your chin upwards, placing the most fragile kiss along your lips . “With you, for you, anyway you spin it the answer is yes...a hundred times over baby it’s yes…” The ache you currently felt coursing through your veins for this man right now...

“I need you in me. Now. I promise will go slow...please let me do this” 

Hoseok held your gaze for a moment before responding, searching your eyes for any hesitation “‘And you’ll tell me if it’s too much..” Grip firm around your waist, not even bothering to phrase it as a question because it wasn’t one...

‘Promise…” Placing the tip right at your entrance,and Hoseok can feel your heat trying to pull him in but he retreats. Giving you full control, keeping your eyes trained on his, well aware that’s what he needed to make sure, he could gauge our pain whether you wanted to admit it or not. Initially, nothing happened neither of you moved, just the faint suction of your very neglected pussy trying to suck him in.

 “I said I wanted you to fuck me...you know my body better than I do..make me take you…” 

‘I-” Yeah. Hoseok.Exe stopped working because he definitely wasn't expecting that, thinking you’d just rock yourself down, not that you wanted him to gauge your restience! Nails raking down his back as you roll your hips against him, making sure he can feel how warm and wet you are, how ready you are..positioning your lips to moan right against his ear.

“Fucking come’re” Hosoek leans forward smashing his lips against yours so hard it hurts, grabbing your legs, bracing them on either side of his shoulders. Sliding your hips forward until the backs of your thighs are flush with his chest, and your red bottoms are facing the ceiling. Gripping his length, teasing the head up and down your folds, as he left a trail of open wet mouthed kisses down your jaw,behind your ear, over to your neck. Ending with his lips nuzzled against your ear…returning the gesture “Missed you, touching you,” Exensuating each word with a kiss “The sound of your voice, waking up to you, being inside you...” Rocking his hips against yours deep, and hard.

You can’t even help but moan at just the mention of him being inside again after what feels like months “Want you, need you....” You’re in rare form tonight, yeah, your always a little submissive with him but not to this extent. 

“Your really tryin to break me today huh?” Tugging your lobe between his teeth before suctioning his lips around your jaw, at this angle Hoseok had the fronts of your thighs colliding with your chest. If he even considers  bringing you back this deep once he’s in you...it’s game over…”You ready?” 

“God yes” Soothing your hands up his stomach once he pulled back, skin hot to the touch and initially nothing happens, just the pressure of Hoseok's tip. Wiggling your hips playfully gives him a little incentive, so he starts to rock forward, and suddenly play times over! Your body freezes dead in its tracks...Hoseok's eyes stay trained on yours the entire time and your jaw clenches at the exact moment your pussy clamps down around his tip. As if you're trying to reroute the pressure elsewhere…A slight whine spills form your lips which lets him know there is still some pleasure laced within all of this.

‘Touch me, keep touching me baby….” Somehow Hoseok appears to be offensively calm regardless of the vice like grip you currently have around him! The request was more for you than him, knowing how much you needed his warmth right now! Clearly your not even close to being settled enough for him to come down flush level yet. So, this will have to do,taking your hands in his, guiding them down his body leisurely. Leading your fingers on a little field trip, sighing contently once you feel how warm and toned he is, how strongly his body reacts to your touch. The way every muscle twitches as you ghost over it, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Subconsciously you found yourself leaning towards his touch, hissing out once you shifted a little too much for the moment.

“You still with me baby?” 

Nodding slowly as you try to focus, steading your breathing as much as possible, you wanted, no, needed to feel him like this! He can see the pain coursing through your body as the two of you still hold each other's gaze, which is the only thing keeping you grounded right now. Resting his head against your inner thigh, kissing along your skin once he feels his tip breach your quivering entrance. And it’s tight , fuck it’s tight, your body feels like it’s buring from the inside out once you swollow the swell of his head between your lips. Your jaw slacks open and nothing comes out, he’s not even sure if your breathing right now but what he does know is your eyes are still open and focused on Hoseok. 

“Goddamn” Hoseok groans deep and low head lulling back and finally he sounds just as fucked up as you,hand taking a bruisingly hard grip on your hips. He’s actually trying to shift back a little, so he can rock back in, but he can’t. You won’t let him go,“You gotta-shit, you gotta  let me breathe a little baby….fuck” He’s winded and using every once of self control he has to stay stationary, even though your applying a dangerous amout of pressure to the most sesentive regin of this mans shaft. The tip, that's all that's suctioned between your heat and your squeezing him like your trying to break him, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.  

 So you try, fuck you try, exhaling then inhaling then exhaling again, attempting to get all your msucles to relax. Only problem is your not even clenching around Hoseok’s cock, you just have him trapped. Your just clamped tight, so tight it hurts, on both ends! He can feel your thighs shaking around him, pulling inwards as if your bodies trying to curl in on itself , and he knows this isn't going to work! He’s hissing hard too, nails digging into the swell of your ass, and thankfully once the two of you make eye contact yours are daggering into him with a silent plea. And he already knows what you want! The real issue is there’s way too much swirling around your head mentally for you to have full control over your senses right now. So, that's when you render him full control of any and every inch of your being to do as he pleases in order to give you what you need.

“Ho-Seok...fuck just-” 

 Reaching out for one of your hands so you can squeeze his as hard as you need, kissing along your knuckles.”Yeah?” 

“Yeah!” Tilting your head back with a beathy whine, squeezing his fingers even tighter….

 “You trust me?” Nodding without hesitation “I need you, to keep your eyes open, and focus, can you do that for me baby? ”  It’s a lot but Hoseok knows your limits and if it was truly too much he’d pull out, you can take it, all of it. Shifting your thighs so there now wrapped around his waist as opposed to above his head.  Pouring an obscene amount of lube on the remainder of his shaft, not even bothering to rub it in, just letting the excess drip onto the table. 

“And if you can’t get your colors out?” 

“Pinch you...I’m good, I know you got me...”A lazy smile tugging on your lips as you just try to stay calm.

“On the count of three, take a deep slow breath through your nose...and don't exhale until I tell you too” Hoseok cups your cheek and you nuzzle into it, kissing the tips of his fingers, you can feel them trembling though he’s trying to appear at ease.. 

“K” Yes wide, but focused, determined...a  little stubborn but hell you've already started right? 

Hoseok's eyes flutter shut briefly, taking in a deep slow breath of his own, making sure he’s in the right headspace to guide you through this. Once those big brown eyes of his creek open and your gazes meet again it’s heavy. Hosoek’s eyes are blown out, half lided, already glazed over, he just looks like sex...and he looks like hes about to break you in all the right ways! 

Adjusting his grip on your hip, steadying himself, thumbing at your side, “Count with me….1” God, the textures in this man's voice where unreal, he just sounds so damn smooth, the hushed command had so much control, and warmth wrapped up in all of 4 words.

He rocks forward, barely...just to see if you’ve loosened up and you still haven’t budged... Flicking his chin in your direction indicating he wanted you to continue…

“Two…” You’d be lying if you aid your heart wasn;t hammering in your ears as you let a deep breath start to fill your lungs.

“Three” Whispped through clenched teeth and he didn’t hesitate, rocking back just a little so he has better leverage tilting his hips upwards and he watches your eyes widen..thighs tense but he doesn't stop. Redirecting all of his weight into his abdomen, grinding down with a deep, heavy roll of the hips, you can feel every muscle in his back within this first thrust. Your fingers twitch in his hold, eyes glazing over relatively quickly, but your still looking at him, barely but you are. Even Hoseok’s breathing a little shaky, brows furrowed, but he's in, his tips fully past your entrance “Let it out baby….” 

And you do, whimpering hard, as a choked out breath hippicus through your chest, initially you were expecting him to pause. Give you a minute to adjust to the initial stretch…..Nope…

He doesn't stop, he's still rolling forward and now your gasping and whimpering all over again, even louder this time! Hoseok’s thumbs bruising the hell out of your hips but you don’t have him stop, you can’t! Your mind and body needs this right now, the tension the burn,all of it! 

“That’s it…” Even though his restricted breathing you can hear the fondness dripping off his tongue. “ Focus on me, I got you” The more he breaches his way through your heat the more the wind gets knocked out of your lungs but it’s good, it’s soo damn good! You manage to somewhat choke out his name and he just hums in response, biting down on his bottom lip in concentration. Untangling his hand from yours to brace both on either side of his head. Hoseoks pushing through steadily now,morphing his way through your heat that’s still trying to fight against him but he doesn't stop.No matter how hard you pulsing around him, Hoseok's shaft drags forward until his balls meet the swell of your asss. And finally he’s right on top of you, your bodies trembling beneath him so he gently lowers himself. Bringing his chest flush to yours letting your wrap your arms around his neck. Clawing your way down his back, intentionally releasing some of the tensions coursing through your veins. Licking his way back into your mouth, kissing deep, and messy until your light headed and desperate. Endless Moans richoching against one other, his palms soothing down your thighs. 

Everything pauses for a while, neither of you move, your both panting hard into each other's mouths while you adjust and Hoseok's not rushing you either. Wanting you to relax a little so he doesn't come after all of 2 strokes, idily  tracing patterns against your skin. Finally able to feel your breathing even out, muscles becoming more laxed beneath him!

“You ready for me baby?,”

All you can do is moan in response, still so overwhelmed, squeezing your legs around his waist as hard as you could so he at least knows your still with him. 

So he does, pulling out and pushing back in, and your eyes automatically roll back at the feeling. It’s still tight as fuck but he’s somehow managing to weave his way through. .

“Hurts?”  He can’t help but ask since your thighs are still shaking a little, and you nod honestly.

“Good pain? Good enough to make my pretty baby come?” More of a statement than a question, you can hear the smirk in his voice, as he kissed down your jaw. Trying to distract you a little,sucking a couple bruises along the front of your neck . Edging his way back and forth building up a steady tempo, and finally Hoseok can feel the shift. He’s able to breathe within you a little better, your letting him wade in a little deeper! 

You exhale shakily and nod again, feeling him shift off of you, repositioning your legs on either side of his shoulders.Leaning forward pressing all his weight into his arms until your thighs are flush to your chest. 

Your mouth opens and closes, kinda like a fish outta water, you do it a few times but not shit comes out.

“Baby…” Kissing up your inner thigh as he gently rocks forward , slowing down a little so you can feel the slow drag of his cock pull you apart. Back arching ever so lightly, moaning out low and wanton “Your so, sexy, doin so good for me” Nuzzling against your skin, nipping lightly at your inner thigh. 

“Your deep” The word barley leaves your tongue “Fuck, faster..”

“Yeah?”

Before you can even respond he snaps his hips forward and you almost scream, nails digging into his disciples as he stares down at you with a smirk that’s..real concerning considering the position he has you in. So he does it again, pulling his cock halfway out and rocking forward, 

“That’s it, that’s what my baby needed,” Hoseok whispers and thrust forward even harder this time, rocking up on the heels balls of his feet as if he’s aiming for your damn ribcage. 

Your mouth falls back open, looking like you wanna moan but you can;t every exhale gets cut off by another deep roll of the hips,repositioning himself so he braced with one arm. Running the other up your face, into your hair, before cradilling your jaw, thumbing at your bottom lip which you nip and suck into your mouth. Humming out contently, as you lick a stipe up his index and middle finger, not missing the way Hoseok’s cock twitches at the added stimulation. 

“Look at you…..” Eyes trailing down your body agnoniziling slow, taking in each and every detail as if it’s the very first times he's ever seen you like this. And still, you can’t help but shutter at the genuine astonishment burning through those lust filled eyes of his. Which eventually land on the site that his is cock dissappring between your wet and swollen pussy, lips just sprawled over his balls just the way he likes “ My baby's so good for me hmm?

“Always…” you whisper eyes rolling back,,completely glazed over, as his fingers fallback from your lips, every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire right now.

Hoseok gets lost for a minute, watching the way your so pliant and trusting with him, eyes squeezed shut just letting yourself get consumed by all things Hoseok! Pulling back just enough to spit directly on your clit. The texture has your eyes flying open the instantly rolling shut once he brings his thumb down to work the bud at a swift steady pace. 

“Fuckkkk” Whimpering loudly in repsonse “Don’t stop, fuck harder..” And that he does, harder faster every thrust has his balls smacking against your ass. “Fuck, yes! Fuck, you feel so good…” 

“Yeah, yeah...your right there...come on baby…” He can feel you pulsing even harder against him. Not that you ever fully stopped but the tensions different now, more constricted…..he starts thrusting home hard! Spitting an even bigger wad on your clit, mixing it with the extra lube dripping down his balls as he continues ripping your nerves wide open. 

“Fuck, kiss me!” Whiney and bossy as per usual!

Smacking his hand away, exchanging it for your own so you can drag him down and take what you need, placing  your index and middle finger straight to the clit, which was rock hard. Applying as much pressure as possible, until the friction almost burns. Feeling your release dangling right in front of your face.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come...” You whisper out  all of a sudden slowly rocking your hips forward trying to meet his thrust though it’s  kinda hard in this position. 

“Yeah? You gonna come all over my cock? Then let me fill you up until I’m dripping down your thighs...” The kiss is messy more tonuge and teetht han skill, he can feel you, your right fucking there, thrusting into so hard it almost hurts.

Your eyes widen, brows furrowing to the center of your face, breath shuttering in your throat, mouth just parted against his, then your eyes squeezed shut. Fingers still working your clit, and your coming, silent at first until your crying out, voice shattinger , nails dragging from the nape of hoseok's neck down his back! He dosen’t stop fucking you, not even for a second, going just as, and fast as he was before, while you whitherbenathe him. The second he feels you try and pull your hand away he drops his hips even lower, restricting any movements. 

“Don’t fucking stop! Keep coming until I do, I'm right there,ride this out with me baby” He all about growls at you, and you don’t even dare to disobey, to be honest you don’t wanna stop. Body almost working on autopilot to chase the buzz running through your body, running towards it as much as your trying to run away…it’s too much but it’s soo good!

He’s thrusting into you as hard as he can but fuck if his biceps aren’t on fire and he just can’t finish the way he wants...the way he needs. So he pulls out, fast, barley giving you time to whine nevertheless realize what's going on and he slides over next to you. Lying back on the desk and grabbing you within seconds, sinking you back down onto his cock in one swift notion. Nails digging into your hips as he fucks you down onto him, hard, short thrust rip through your body, not making you do a damn thing but try and hang on for the ride! Your gasping hard, tossing your head back once you reconnect your hand with your clit. Attempting to roll your hips down and meet the pace he’s set but it's merciless… and he’s picking up speed quickly. 

“jesus-fuck-Ho-oseok!” Your nails are raking into this man's chest so hard you wouldn't be surprised if you broke skin but he’s groaning deep and that’s only egging you on! 

His honey coated complexion’s just dripin, brows furrowed, eyes barley ajar, Hoseok seems to be returning the favor. His thumb is about a second away from leaving a permanent indentation and it hurts but you need it. Not even a question as to if you guards can hear you or not your loud! Voice trashed, and very swipe of the hand has you jerking and twitching above him because your clits sentive as all fuck, but goodamn if he dosen’t look good, forhead sweaty  jaw slacked. 

“Y/n, Y/n, fuckk” He’s whining high and needy, heats rashing over his body, and you feel his balls tighen against your ass, and now he turly is right there. You can feel him twitching hard inside you.

“Come onnn baby, you know I fuckin want it, you know I wanna be fu-” There’s a choked out tear rolling down your cheek your bodies spazing so damn hard, it’s painful. Before you can even make sense of what’s happening your crying, and your clenching and coming all over again, your bodies completely spent. Toppling on top of him, instantly because...what the hell just happened?? 

 You clamp down tight around his cock unintentionally, body just luid, and spasming above him and you both moan and that’s when he comes, hard. Eyes open, and locked with yours, a low goan of your name falling from his lips as he spills into you. Hoseok’s shaking beneath you but he doesn't even try to pull out, reaching up to gently brush the tears off your cheek. Taking your hand in his, and sucking those same two fingers into his mouth, eyes locked with your as he does so, and your too damn spent to even react properly. Slowly he still continues thrusting into you, leaning up to press a couple soft kisses against your lisp, humming contently as you taste yourself.  Adjusting his grip so he has one hand, caressing the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. Rubbing slow soothing circles down your spine, as he cards his fingers through your hair, your chest heaving together in unison as your bodies slowly come down. 

“Hi” The words hush off your tongue with a lazy, and utterly exhausted smile, eyes too heavy to open until you feel his teeth pressing against your lips. Letting you know he's smiling too and I mean, fuck, who are yuo to declien a front row seat to to watch the sunrise!

“Hi baby…”  Leaning up to press another linger kiss against your lips as his hips to a halt, just letting you simmer around him. Even the slight stimulation was enough to have both of you moaning out in overstimulation...

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The comedown was always slow between the two of you so it’s not a surprise that your bodies and tongues stayed tangled together long after Hoseok came. Eventually, the desk got a little uncomfortable, Hoseok's damn near stuck to it ,there's so much heat radiating off his skin.  So he wraps you in his arms and plops the two of you down on the couch. All the while , his cocks still bured between your lips, your dress is still flipped over your ass and his jeans and hanging low against his thighs! 

“How you feelin?”Pressing delicate kisses all over your face, hands rubbing your inner thighs because he knew they were burning by now.

“Tired” You pouted, mumbling slightly...

“Well, I guess I did my job then huh?” A faint smirk tugging on his lips, as he kissed down your jaw….

Once the two of you settled on the couch Hoseok waits a moment, opting to see if you’d want him to pull out though he should’ve known better, the two of you fall asleep like this more times than not! Gently stroking his fingers down your back in hopes it would coax you into talking without him having to pry it out of you!  The longer you lot sat in silence the faster your heart rate got, Hoseok could actually hear it echoing throughout the room. Leaning down to press a flurry of kisses into your scalp trying to ease you in anyway he could. Eventually, the T-rex in the room was starting to feel a little suffocating sooo...

“He’s just not...doing well, like…. at all…” Tone flat, as if you were trying to remove yourself from the situation at hand. Purposely nuzzling into the side of his neck, bussing yourself with the chains dawning his collarbones. The lack of eye contact wasn’t because you were embarrassed it’s because you just really didn’t wanna cry. You came wayyyy too hard your body can’t handle shit else! 

“I know-I know we’ve known this for a while…” There was this really thick lump hammering in your throat that really didn’t want to leave, the stability within your tone was swiftly heading south. Hoseok could hear it too, no matter how muffled you sound, suddenly more kisses were being pressed into your scalp.

“I guess, I was just fucking naive because he was doing soooo damn good earlier in the year ya know? ” Eyes fluttering up to meet his tentatively, your lashes fanning his skin gave that away, and he gazed down instantly. A dry chuckle leaving your throat, shaking your head as if your the butt of your own joke, but didn’t find it funny nor did he find it naive. 

Holding you even tighter, if that was possible…Those big brown eyes of his were soft and so damn fond of you it was actually ridiculous. If only your enemies could see you now, two of the most notoriously cutthroat people in the industry, throwing googly eyes back and forth! Looking like a couple in some cheesy Netflix romcom! Leaning down to press a lingering kiss on your lips, not pulling back until you released the breath that apparently only he knew you were holding. 

 ”Listen to me baby, there’s nothing naive about being hopeful, there’s also no handbook on how to handle your father dying. Even if you know it’s coming sooner than later..doesn't make any of this shit easier...”

“I know but...fuck…” Shifting slightly so your sitting more upright arm propped on the cushion behind his shoulder. “It’s just a lot, because I feel like I can’t fully do my job because if I do, I’ll miss something. Maybe I’ll miss...it, I mean Germany for fuck’s sake! That’s totally something I’d typically go on..instead, I forced y-”

Leaning down to press his lips against yours again, hoping you’d get the hint “In case you forgot..I volunteered, you never asked...you didn’t have too. And my job, for the record, is whatever you need it to be!” There was nothing but fire blazing into your eyes right now, he needed you to feel that, that he’s here for whatever you need..whenever you need it...however you need it! 

“I know, Seok-baby I know, and I appreciate that more than you’ll ever know” Reaching out to cup his jaw, melting at the way he instantly nuzzled into your palm before giving it a kiss. 

“However, I’m suppose to be in charge, I’m suposed to be in control, and I’m not.. I’m already falling apart and he’s not even gone yet…” That sentence alone had you feeling like you wanted to throw up! “I mean can you fuckin imagine how much of a wreck I’m gonna be?” Hoseok could hear how agitated you were getting so he opted to just stay quiet until he was sure you were done talking…

“Seok, I’m going to fall a fucking part-” You tried to turn your head before the tear rolled down your cheek but you failed, voice breaking off before you could even continue your thought. Hastily whipping your face as if you were mad at yourself for being so emotional right now. Nails daggering into his but he didn’t pull away, he let you be, he’s felt way worse. 

“This empire, his, empire is going to fall, apart, and any legacy my family ever had will  go up in flames! And who’s fucking fault will that be!? Huh? Not my brothers, Nothing’s ever his fault, how the hell does that work out!?” Your voice was hammering so hard in your chest it almost sounds as though your speaking straight into an industrial fan!

“ The one who fucked up everything gets to just ease by like nothing ever happened! Cause lord knows he’s too too damn much of a junkie to even tie his fuckin shoes nevertheless run the family business! It’s not that I didn't want this, I just don’t think I’m ready...nobody asked me if I was ready, my own fuckin brother never even offered to help like-I-fuck!” 

And now your crying again, great, great…..your first instinct was to get up, get away, move, break more shit I don’t know! Just anything, but sitting in this man’s lap, those assassin reflexes though, Hoseok caught your thigh before you could completely ease off the couch. Shifting your weight again, helping you pull out, you were far too gone to even react to the slight sting you should’ve felt. Slamming you back down so your hips were flush against his pelvic bone, holding you so your body hovered over him. You knew the position was so he could look straight through your damn soul but you couldn’t handle that right now….eyes fluttering down to your lap instead. 

“Y/n” No, he needed you to look at him, gently reaching down to cup your tear-stained face, eyes, and nose rivaling a blowfish!  

“And I say again…you don't have to do this alone anymore. I’m here for you, for you my baby, in any, and every way you need. You wanna regroup and brainstorm as to how I can help more let’s do it, if you need me on the field more let’s fuckin do it! Whatever you need to make this easier just tell me .” His pause was intentional holding your gaze, making sure you felt that. Allowing you to search his eyes for any hints of uncertainty that he already knew you’d never find. 

“And if you fall apart guess what!? I’ll be there to help put you back together time, and time again...and this empire will be fine. Stop, stop thinking everyone’s gonna leave you, you’ve been acting as your father’s second in command since you were 19! More importantly, you’ve been running shit with very little delegation for well over a year and if anything this operation flourished. Give yourself more credit, everyone here thinks highly of you, and not because they have too...it’s because your someone worth being admired. Regardless of how dirty our work may be, you and I both know there’s still a way to run this with some heir of dignity! “ 

Reaching up to grab you by the nape of your neck, bringing your forehead down to rest against his own...hoping it would ground you a little “You got this baby..and you got me...I’d burn down the world for you in a second if need be and you know it! Imma get you through this...I promise!”

You let your eyes flutter shut briefly, trying to calm down, you could feel him pressing light kisses against your tear stained cheeks and you couldn't help but smile. Yeah, it was small, definitely did not reach your eyes but it was something...

“I know we aren’t the most honorable people, and he won’t get some fuckin gold plaque like the Mayor when he dies but my dad was a very honorable man for the work he did. And I’ve always tried to do the same, I just..fuck I just want him to be proud of me….I mean at least that.”  Your face hurts you were trying so hard not to cry anymore, a shaky breath ghosting off your lips. 

“He’s already never gonna see me, grow old or walk down the aisle or-.fuck..”  Shit…Hoseok look’s utterlly terried as to where this is going....

“Fuck, he’s never gonna see me walk down the aisle one day” Eyes wide, panicked I guess this was the first time you’d had that thought...the first time you’re really thinking about all the things you’d have to do without him. You've always promised yourself that regardless of how crazy your world is...eventually once you're settled you’d stop denying your heart of its desires! 

Having someone to endlessly love and share this empire with is something you’ve always wanted...and something your father always told you, you deserved and would have one day! 

“Hes nev- holy shit what if I have ki-oh my god.” Every word felt as though it was strangling you, as it hiccups from your chest “ Oh. My. God ” Now this was a lot, this was pain strong enough to split you in half, all the thoughts you’d been avioding suddenly rushed to the surface! 

Your full blown sobbing into the side of his neck … and Hosoek’s heart hurts , fuck it hurts. slouching down into the couch, engulfing your body into his arms which only made you cry even harder. Ya know what makes it even worse? Is that there isn’t a damn thing he can do about this kinda pain. There’s no one he can shoot or stab to make it go away and it’s fucking gut-wrenching, as your body breaks apart above him . 

“Shhh,your okay baby, it’ll be okay….” Even Hoseok didn’t believe that, he didn’t have the slightest idea as to how he was going to get you through losing the first man you ever loved! But fuck if he wasn’t going to try! 

“Listen to me, stop, don’t do that to yourself” Gripping the sides of your face tight enough in his palms to force you ro focus on him and only him. “Let’s get you home alright? Will talk about work and all the other bullshit later you just need-”

“Y/n! Y/n!” 

Who the actual hell...

The sound of someone squawking your name like they’d lost their damn minds had both of you rerouting your attention. Completely shattering the moment causing your body to tense on command. Your brains been wired for so many years to just cut off emotions at the blink of an eye it almost happens on autopilot now! Zoning in on the chaos that appears to be unfolding outside your door and within seconds your pain becomes old news! Which is….just great for your mental health but carry on! 

You could hear your guards all standing outside the door trying to calm whoever this person is with a very clear death wish down. However, they didn’t seem to falter.

“Y/n, open the damn door now! This is serious you can’t just shut me out like this!!” 

But wait, wait, wait, random’s don’t just get acess into the compound so there’s only so many options…

Then, you start to recognize the tenor...and so does Hoseok, and he’s fucking livid. You could literally feel every muscle in his body tense from beneath you. Reaching down to snatch you off his lap, and tucking  himself back into his pants so damn fast you almost got whiplash. If he wasn’t soft before he definitely was now! 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me!” Striding over to your desk to grab your Glock34 from the drawer. 

“I fuckin told him not to come here today...” Growled through gritted teeth, as he reloaded your gun, spinning the barrel. 

Shit.

”Yn! YN! We need to talk about what’s going on with dad!” The slow-motion drawl said it all, he’s high as hell and it’s your fucking brother…

“Ohhh, he wants to talk about your father?!” Tone loud and Exaggeratedly cheerful as they leave his lips sing song esque “Of fucking course he does!” 

“Hoseok-” Yeah, this wasn’t ending well, swiftly readjusting your dress back around your thighs. Though your thighs felt like a damn slinky you still ran over to barricade yourself in front of the door! The door that your brother was still banging on like a fucking idiot!

“Jason. Leave!!!” Praying the distress resonated through the pans of marble, your just now realizing how gone your voice truly is, honestly you don’t even know if he heard you. But for his sake, you hope it did, because it Hoseok gets through this door...

“Nooo,Jason stay!” 

“Hoseok…” Bracing your hand firm against his chest, pushing him away from the door. The warning laced within your tone was clear as all hell, no matter how brittel it was .

“Nah, he wants to talk, let’s fuckin talk! He’s the last thing you need to be worrying about right now, considering he only gives a fuck about you when he’s tapped out of his monthly allowance! What? All of a sudden he cares so deeply about your father?” Brow arched knowingly “ Let him even fix his mouth to say the word “Will” and I will buss a cap so far up his asshole, he’ll cough out all the coke he’s been sniffin’!”

“Y/n, I can have him escorted-”

“One second Spade!” That mans been around since you were in middle school. You know the sound of his voice anywhere, yeah even muffled through a marble wall.

“Comere” Tone dropping to a purr, that you knew wans’t fair but fuck it, no matter how angry he’s on you in seconds, like I said...he can’t deny you anything. 

Leaning forward to wrap your arms around his waist and you can feel how tense his body is initially...yet he still instinctively lets his hands find their home right on the swell of your ass. The edge of the glock resting against your waist…..

 “Baby, I know your angry, and I know that’s mostly because of me, hell I was just chewing him out a second ago. But at the end of the day he is my brother and that is our dad...that’s damn near on a fuckin resperator. I know how to keep him at arms length... I don’t have the mental capacity for this right now. But, I’m gonna open that door, and see what the hell he wants, and I need you, for me...to just chill. If he gets outta line I’ll have him escorted out.”  He physically growled at that, Hoseok would much rather handle this on his own.

Leaning up to card your fingers through his hair, acting as if you didn't even notice his little tantrum “I really need you by my side tonight, and I need you to stay calm,because I’m far from it. Let’s hear him out and if he steps out of lines he’s out.” 

Wrapping his hand around the one you have laced within his hair “You already know I can’t say no to you!” He’s pissed about it too, long gone are the days when he could just do what he pleased regardless of who it affected. 

“But I swear to go Y/n, if and when he steps outta line-fuck-you just better make sure,  your boys are ready to throw his ass out ...because if I do it...he’s gonna end up in the ER for more than just wirthdrawls!”

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THAT’S ALLL SHE WROTE FOR NOW…KINDA I ALSO WROTE HALF OF PART TWO, SO IF YOU ENJOYED SHOW THIS SOME LOVE AND COME TALK TO ME! My GENERAL RULE OF THUMB IS AS LONG AS SOMETHING GETS AT LEATS 100 LIKES I’LL CONSIDERING ADDING TO IT DOWN THE LINE!

ALSO,  A LITTLE BONUS BECAUSE I DID MAP OUT THE FIRST 4 CHAPTERS BACK WHEN I WROTE THIS...

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It’s clear the OC’s brother will probably/definitely be an issue, in more ways then one! As well as her father is obviously going to die, like, within the first couple of chapters.

Her family’s association is called “Grim” and she’s commonly known as “The princess of the Grim clan”. 

There is a 2nd member set to be introduced in part 2 that will eventually work for the OC...hint it’s a makane! He tries to robe one of their local establishments and well...clearly that probably won’t end too well…

Jin is a mob associate...his family's Forbes ranked multi-million dollar empire was founded with blood money! Sooo, he’s a mutual between “Grim” and “The King Tapian’s”.

3 of the other members are in another association overseas called “The King Tapian’s”. A name she’s heard of, as they have one hell of a rep but they’ve never “officially” crossed paths. That is, until another death within the mob world which brings a new territory on the market! One that her fathers been eying for years over in Europe! (Another hint, they kinda join forces and eventually agree to co-inhabit the area in efforts to shove another “shysterier” gang out, which in turn starts a little war if you will!) The other members would be a sub-focus however It was undecided as to how big of a part they’d all play!

 Lastly, the final member is a freelance hacker/hitman that knows Hoseok very well, so much so the pair used to fool around back in the day so yes that would make him BI! 

I was also undecided if I wanted to incorporate another member sexually or not...as I’d dabbled with the idea of them being in an open relationship! There was also the possibility of making the “King Tapian” Boys lowkey poly! Either solely male on male or maybe throw in the idea of a minor female character who i’d name so there’s no confusion! 

The overall gist of the story was essentially the OC finding her footing after her father dies. Making her own path as one of the only women in charge on the black market! While also creating some allies and gaining of course some enemies along the way! Regardless this would also be a Hoseok centered series with the possibility of semi regular OT7 guest appearances!

  Love you as always,

Rocki,

[astudyingreer]

Henrik had felt despair before. He had felt exhaustion, and sadness, and panic. He could process them better than most people could. What he was feeling now, however, was an entirely different story. His limbs were cold and paralyzed, heart pounding like a war drum out of his chest. His mind, usually so clear and organized, was completely tangled in a haze of terror that crippled every thought and turned everything familiar to frightening alien shapes. He felt as if he was back in the operating room with Jack, only worse. Because then, he had thought it was over for good.

He looked down at his abdomen where his hand was clutched, still feeling the warm jets of blood pour over his fingers in bursts that synchronized with his staggered breaths. The pain was so intense it almost seemed to disappear, mixing with the confusion that stunned everything else inside of him. Throbbing, agonizing waves of pain poured over him and all he could think about was desperately discerning what was real and what wasn’t.

“What did you do?” a cool, even voice asked, breaking the ringing in his ears.

Henrik opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a strangled whine of agony and he slumped further in his chair, blinking hard against the sweat and tears that pooled in his vision. The scalpel was probably still in his abdomen. He shouldn’t pull it out.

“Did you think that would do anything?” the voice continued, slinking around his ears like a parasite. “Did you really hear voices again? You’re going crazy. You’re crazy, Henrik.”

“A-Ah…”

“Don’t talk.”

Oh god, there he was. The shadows in Henrik’s study had pooled in front of him, forming a very familiar tall humanoid form. Every movement was twitchy and spastic, yet somehow controlled, like his very being existed on multiple layers. 

Anti bent down over Henrik’s chair, putting a hand on the armrest and using the other to lift up Henrik’s head by his chin. The movement caused the doctor to groan through his teeth in pain, his dark eyes shining with gathering tears as they looked up at Anti. His gaze was sleepy and wandering, but he could barely tear away from Anti’s glare.

“Look at yourself,” Anti murmured. “You’re a mess.”

“Y-yuh...you did this,” Henrik whispered, but Anti only clicked his tongue in admonishment.

“Don’t you remember? You got rid of me. You fixed yourself for good, right? So how could any of this be my fault?”

Anti’s presence was crushingly horrifying and Henrik lost any ability to speak. He looked up at the monster hovering over him and burning hot tears traced down his cheeks--whether from the pain, or the utter terror he was feeling, he wasn’t sure.

Slowly Anti lowered himself to his knees in front of Henrik, reaching out and putting his hand on the scalpel slow enough for the doctor to realize what he was doing and whimper weakly in response.

“Come on, doc,” Anti purred. “It’s okay. I mean, how can you even be sure this is real?”

Henrik stared at him, focusing as much as he could. His mouth was too dry to talk.

Anti raised an eyebrow, and without warning turned the scalpel thirty degrees to the left. “Does it feel real when I do this?”

Henrik’s response was instant; a strangled groan tore from deep in his throat that ended in a tight sob as he clenched his eyes tight. He wanted to put up a fight, try to defend himself at least, but every nerve ending was working against him.

Blood poured over Anti’s hand and he paused, before turning it the other way. “What about this?” 

Henrik yelled this time, through his teeth at first but it soon rose to a roar as he slammed his fist on the arm rest of his chair. He would not be defeated. He would not be defeated.

Anti chuckled, his smile genuine and real and full of hatred. “Maybe it is real, after all,” he mused. “Crazy fucker. Is there even a difference anymore?”

“F-Fuck you,” Henrik spat. All his fear was turning to rage in his stomach and he wanted to scream. He would hang on to any scrap of control that was left, until this was over. He had done it before.

“Ah fuck you, ah la-la la-la,” Anti mocked quietly, scrunching up his face in a scowl. Without warning he yanked the scalpel out of Henrik’s abdomen and the doctor screamed through his teeth, but he barely gave Henrik any time to recover before standing and throwing the scalpel to the side.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t such an arrogant prick,” Anti seethed. “You beat me once, great fucking job. I don’t even need to fuck with your mind to beat you again, you’re just a piece of shit, squishy, pathetic meat sack!”

Then he hit Henrik, hard, right across the jaw with a clean punch that nearly sent the doctor reeling out of the chair. Despite the aggression it only seemed to make Anti more agitated, a drastic shift from his earlier behavior. It was as if Henrik’s defiance had triggered something in him. Henrik should have known better. Compliance was the easiest way out.

Henrik looked up, every breath labored and audible, just in time for Anti to hit him again. The doctor’s whole body was trembling, and as he turned his head away he spit out a glob of bloody saliva onto the floor.

Anti hit him one more time for good measure, nearly on top of him as his flaming eyes followed every trembling movement. His form had shifted into something terrible, a seething collection of shadow and sin, entirely encompassing the room yet controlled, and it felt as if his presence would cause Henrik’s mind to explode from insanity far before he bled out.

Then the door of Henrik’s office opened, and everything was gone in an instant.

Chase peeked his head in the room, concern plain on his face. “Hey, I heard yelling, is everything oka…” 

His sentence trailed off as he saw Henrik on the ground, drenched in sweat, eyes fixed on the ceiling in pure shellshock. Chase ran up to him, hesitating as he fell to his knees next to him and tried to reach out to put a hand on his shoulders.

“Schneep?” he murmured, and Henrik shoved his hands away.

“He was here,” Henrik breathed hoarsely. “Oh my god…”

“No one’s here, Schneep,” Chase urged. He had gone white as a sheet.

Henrik finally looked at Chase, and the urgency in his eyes was chilling. “You don’t understand, Chase, he was here… I’m not crazy…”

Chase’s eyebrows knit and he swallowed hard, trying again to help Henrik get upright. This time the doctor complied.

“Of course you’re not crazy,” Chase assured quietly, gripping his friend’s arm for support as he pushed himself up shakily to sit. He had never seen Henrik more shaken. It scared him.

“He was here, I promise,” Henrik whispered, putting his face in his hands and taking deep breaths. He began to murmur quietly to himself, shoulders trembling just a little.

Chase pulled his hands away, heart beating fast. “I believe you,” he told Henrik softly. “I believe you, Schneep. You’re not crazy.”

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Little things I loved about Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn)

(Haven't done one of these since Venom but I just really love BOP)

Harley breaking the fourth wall (she's the perfect DC character for it)

the animated opening sequence with a nod to her original black and red scheme

THE OPENING SEQUENCE CONFIRMING THAT SHE'S BI

her outfits are fantastic and hot af

Harley doing roller derby

Harley not taking shit from men and breaking that fucker's leg

the blowing up Ace Chemicals scene was beautiful

BRUCE THE HYENA

BRUCE THE RAPIST EATING HYENA

Dinah Lance is fantastic and I'd die for her

Helena Bertinelli is hot af

Cassandra Cain is fantastic and I appreciate that she's as foul mouthed and sassy as a kid her age would realistically be

Renee talking like she's from a 80s cop movie

pointing out that Renee's partner stole her credit, highlighting sexism and reinforcing the fact all cops are bastards

Renee Montoya's ex being played by Ali Wong

THE EGG SANDWICH

Harley stopping in the middle of getting chased to grab a sparkly fanny pack is peak chaotic bi representation

I love the very organic ways all their lives overlap (Cass living in Dinah's building, Renee knowing Cass from getting pinched, Renee knowing Dinah's mom)

also, I know ppl were talking about Roman Sionis and Victor Zsasz being gay but wow, they're really GAY

ngl Black Mask showing Dinah around was kinda cute

esp when Zsasz clearly got jealous

Harley in the police station was fantastic and beautiful

Harley being genre savy enough and having experience as a psychiatrist to read Sionis was delightful

"You're not the only one who steals from dumb white people!"

I'm a little disappointed they didn't include the "never call a woman broad" line from the trailer bc it's so good

the grocery shopping scene was adorable

Doc!!!

again, B R U C E

"That's a beaver"

Bruce laughing with Harley and Cass while they watch cartoons

Helena practicing in the mirror to say "They call me Huntress"

Harley dealing with losing her apartment and Bruce then immediately finding out Doc sold her out and her trying to do the whole "it's just business" thing

A+ setting for Harley to kick ass

"Right in the tit!"

"You killed my sandwich!"

Zsasz's death was so satisfying!!!

especially Harley continuously stabbing him

and getting one last stab in after Renee told everyone to freeze

"I killed him so I'm just gonna go"

Helena proudly smiling when Harley pointed out she killed Black Mask's bestie

"We need firepower" "Will this be enough?" "No."

the whole exchange between Dinah and Helena (and then Harley)

the appearance of Harley's horrible shirt from Suicide Squad

"Gotta protect your girls"

Helena killing the guy in the tunnel!!!

Harley saying "You are so cool" and everyone else immediately agreeing

"When did she have time to do a shoe change?"

THE WHOLE FIGHT SEQUENCE

I LOVE HOW COORDINATED THEY ALL WERE

AND THE CASUAL THANKING OF EACH OTHER AND OFFERING HAIR TIES MID-FIGHT

Helena giving Cass the same car she held during the Bertinelli Massacre and telling her to close her eyes

just Helena being so hostile towards everyone but immediately being gentle with Cass

the cute vest Harley let Renee borrow saving her

Dinah using her powers!!!!!

Helena showing up like a knight in shining armor on her motorcycle

the way Harley looked at her when she did

"Because I'm Harley fucking Quinn!"

Harley wasting her only shot

Harley apologizing to Cass

"You made me wanna be less of a shitty person"

Black Mask's death was PERFECT!!!!

the post fight brunch with margaritas and tacos!!!!

THE SAME MARGARITAS FROM THE BEGINNING WHEN HARLEY'S "FRIENDS" WERE TALKING BEHIND HER BACK

Dinah and Harley supporting Helena going by Huntress

them pointing out that Renee talks in cop cliches

Harley stealing Dinah's car and running off with Cass and the diamond

BRUCE LIVES!!!!!

sometimes a family can be a chaotic bi anti-villain, her adoptive pick pocket kid, a hyena named after Bruce Wayne, a stuffed beaver in a pink tutu, and egg sandwiches

In conclusion, please go see Birds of Prey!!!

[patricianandclerk]

just spent an hour picking at this fucking template

so tomorrow... i will actually make characters with the template

the basic intro table

and this is just the contents, but there’s more detail under every heading and subheading, with the contents neatly linked so you can CTRL + click to each section

(link on google docs if people want it)

and the actual list is also below the cut

Brief

Basic intro to the character – their premise, their vibe, their function. The big details can go in here, albeit paraphrased and heavily abridged. 

Physical Description

Separate into individual forms

External Body

Skin (/flesh/exoskeleton) (colour, pigmentation, clarity, etc.)

Hair (colour, thickness, texture)

Eyes (colour, pupil size, eyelids)

Nose, mouth, ears

Other facial features

General size and physicality

Hands, feet, wings, other limbs

Any scars, visible injuries

Tattoos, piercings

How old do they look?

Internal Body

Any invisible injuries, illnesses, little quirks

Note of surgeries and/or magical Macguyvering thereof

Any biological quirks of note

Any organs missing? Any extra?

Aesthetic & Style

Grooming choices – manicures, haircuts, glasses, etc

Scent(s) worn

Make-up/body paint

Jewellery – anything worn daily? Any special occasion stuff?

General wardrobe description, inc. in-depth description of any favourite articles

Links to pinterest boards etc. go here

If there’s any styles/aesthetics/models they look up to, note those here

What’s their vibe at a glance?

General Personality

What the fuck is this cunt like?

Likes, dislikes? Any quirks? Debilitating traumas? Difficulties in conversation? Do they tend to play roles a lot, or are they generally consistent? What do other people think of them? Has their personality changed massively over the years?

Voice & Presentation

Dialogue sample here. Describe accent, upbringing notes in voice – how real is their voice, how authentic?

How real and genuine is their presentation, how artificial? Where’s it come from? Is it subject to change? How do people perceive them?

Values & Moral Compass

What makes them tick? What do they consider most/least important?

Dreams & Nightmares

What are their greatest goals, most unrealistic pipe dreams? What are their greatest fears, most debilitating nightmares?

Strengths

Any big areas of expertise or skill? Any funny points of practice? Any powers, stuff like that?

Weaknesses

Any phobias, bugbears, allergies? Anything they’re just shit at?

Heroes & Targets of Hate

Anyone they really look up to, idolize, want to be like? Anyone who… the opposite of that?

Therapist File

Note any disorders, personality issues, traumas etc of note. The big notes a professional would make on their file, basically. 

Relationships

Familial Relations

Entry.

Intimate Connections

Entry.

Friends

Entry.

Pets

Entry.

Allies

Entry.

Enemies

Entry.

Other Relationships Of Note

Entry.

The Day-to-Day

Job(s)

They got a job? A method of income? They good at it? Bad at it? 

If they don’t work, where does the money come from? What connections do they lean on? Where are their savings from? 

Abode(s)

Where does this fucker live? How long have they lived there? Do they move often? Do they own it or rent it? Do they share with others? What kind of space is it? Well-kept, do they care much about it, are they neat and tidy?

Religion & Worship

Anyone they lay loyalty to? Who do they pray to? Any thoughts about religion in general, childhood raising to religion, etc. 

Hobbies

Hobbies, favourite things, likes, dislikes, etc. 

Habits and Routine

Anything that needs regular taking care of? Laundry needs doing? Any particular self-care or self-harm habits? Any medical or grooming appointments of note?

Any little stims they keep to themselves, books they regularly reread, pilgrimages they make?

Is the way they’re living now what they’re accustomed to? Is this a big change from before?

Diet & Consumption

What do they eat? Do they smoke, drink, anything like that?

Any dietary quirks, anything they can, can’t eat, or avoid eating? Etc. 

Regular Haunts

Places they can be found other than home or work.

Any particular businesses, museums, public areas, other people’s homes, cafés, restaurants, etc, that they regularly go to? Anywhere they’re a regular face, stick it here. ALSO anywhere they’ve been banned from (or just don’t go to anymore) where they once were a regular. 

Treasured Objects

Put ‘em in here. 

Assorted Preferences

Any favourite books, animals, music, etc? Favourite books? Least favourite anything? 

Biography

Circumstances of Birth

Entry.

Childhood

Entry.

Young Adulthood

Entry.

Middle Age

Entry.

Old Age

Entry.

Death

Entry.

Rebirth and/or Reanimation

Entry.

Ancestry

Parents & Grandparents

Here.

Ancient Ancestry

Here.

[headoverjojo]

can I ask for a request, (headcanon or scenario, whichever you like!) of la squadra meeting each other in the after life, and just happiness and fluff ensues? like one by one they each get another member and they are all together as a happy family uwu I found some fanart of la squadra meeting each other in the afterlife, (courtesy of yamsgarden on Tumblr, they are absolutely amazing) and it made me cry oof

Hello! A H, my heart ç.ç And yeah, that fanart is so good… it added ten years to my lifespan and at the same time it completely crushed my heart. A H ç.ç Anyway, here we go! I uhmmmm well, I may have gone a bit crazy and like wrote something like 8 google doc pages buuut I hope it’s not boring and you could like it!! :3

(Also please forgive me if there are some mistakes, it’s 2.30 am and I’m smelling sounds, I’ll review in the morning)

La Squadra di Esecuzione meeting each other in the afterlife

(Under the cut for length!)

When Sorbetto and Gelato opened their eyes, they weren’t anymore in their home, in the place where their life met its end. Sorbetto was the first of the two to come to that strange and bright place. Looking down at himself, he saw, with immense stupor, no wounds. Not even a small scratch, not even a drop of blood. It was like nothing of what the mad doctor did to him was ever happened. Looking around, then, he noticed he was alone. So… Gelato was still alive, then? That place was the afterlife, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Cioccolata literally cut him in pieces, there was no chance to survive. But Gelato… Sorbetto shivered, thinking about his lover. What was happening to him? Was Cioccolata torturing him too? He couldn’t even stand the thought of his Gelato tortured by that crazy man. He wanted to do something… but what? He didn’t even know how much time was passed since he first opened his eyes. It could be just seconds as even days. Time had no meaning, in that dimension.

“Amore?” Sorbetto’s eyes filled with tears when he heard Gelato’s voice. So, he wasn’t spared, in the end…

Sorbetto turned around, smiling between the tears, immediately welcoming his lover in his arms, hugging him tightly, kissing repeatedly his sand blond hair, his forehead and lips. Now they were far from mortal lands and time: in fact, they had all the time of the world.

Gelato sighed, after checking Sorbetto and seeing he had, indeed, no wounds. His lover was perfect, as always. Seeing him being cut in pieces was… too much. He was angry at Sorbetto, who made a deal with Cioccolata, offering his own life to save Gelato, leaving to the mad doctor the freedom to do everything he wanted with him; Gelato couldn’t bear the thought of an existence without the love of his life and he knew very well that Cioccolata wouldn’t have respected their deal. So he choked himself with the gag, to steal from him the satisfaction of killing him. He died at his own conditions.

“Do you think they’ll make it?” the blond asked, resting his cheek on Sorbetto’s shoulder. The man hummed, gently rubbing Gelato’s back and nodding.

“I think yes. And if not, at least we’ll all be together here.” he replied, quiet. He was right: they had just to wait and nothing more, since they couldn’t peak beyond the brightness that was surrounding them and that was slowly taking the knowing shape of their HQ. A cleaner, better organized and, for now, emptier HQ, but without doubt it was their base. The place the whole squad called home.

After who knows how much time and after they explored a couple of time the new HQ, the entrance door opened.

The two turned their head, surprised and with heavy heart. This could mean just one thing… and, as they thought, one of their teammates made his entrance.

“What the hell happened? Where am I? Eyo? Is there anyone here?” Formaggio called, his Roman accent more evident than ever. It made the couple smile. They missed it…

“Guess the afterlife doesn’t suck as you always said, eh, Formaggio?” Gelato said, turning the corner and grinning at his teammate. Formaggio blinked, incredulous. What… what?! A second after, Sorbetto joined Gelato, enveloping his shoulders in a half hug and smiling at Formaggio, huffing a laugh at his expression.

“Don’t you want to come to say hello?” at those words, Formaggio finally lost his composure and ran to his friends, crashing on them. They laughed, wheezing in his crushing grip, as Formaggio cried, cried as he never did before. Seeing them all fine and well in front of him, hearing their voices again… it was too much. He knew that seeing them meant that he was dead as well, but he didn’t care. He had nothing left in the mortal world and he had done what he could to leave to his comrades a traced path to follow to reach for the Boss. And if not even his team could take down that bastard, well… at least they all would have died trying.

“We all missed you, you fuckers, two years…” Formaggio sobbed, hugging the couple. The two exchanged a surprised look. Two years… and what was happening now? They asked Formaggio and the man told them everything. About the “deliver”, the Boss’ warning, the punishment, then the long, long waiting… and finally the moment to strike, when the, apparently, daughter of the Boss himself popped into existence. The chase and then the fight with that boy, Narancia… his death. Formaggio didn’t remember exactly the moment when his body stopped its functions and his life ended. He just remembered he closed his eyes and, when he opened them again, he was outside what seemed their HQ.

But now it was all over. It was to their teammates to continue on the path. Formaggio was just starting to recover from the sobs, now laughing with his friends that were friendly mocking him for his puffy red eyes, when the HQ door opened again. Illuso made his entrance, stumbling and tasting all his body, incredulous and almost panicked. Formaggio frowned, as a deep sadness descended in his heart. So Illuso too didn’t make it…

“Eyo, Illuso?” he called, finally catching his teammate’s attention. Illuso teared his eyes away from his now perfectly recomposed body -just a second ago it was an organic pulp, he felt it melting, oh god, the memory of it would have never left him- and his head snapped on the trio that was now standing in front of the couch. Illuso’s violet eyes widened, as his breath stopped for some seconds. How… how…

“Am I… am I dreaming? Is this real?” Sorbetto smiled sadly, nodding and taking a step forward. Illuso wavered, as his eyes filled with tears. It couldn’t be true… or could it? He died, oh, he was absolutely sure he died. And… and so was there an afterlife? People like him and his teammates could really have peace in the afterlife?

“It is. C’mon, come here.” Sorbetto encouraged him, as the other two smiled at him from behind him. Illuso watched closely his long deceased teammate, seeing not even a scratch or a scar that could signal the horrible wounds he had to suffer. And Gelato too… they all were healthy and fine as nothing happened. He too was completely healed.

Finally, he walked forward, hugging first Sorbetto, then Gelato and Formaggio. Formaggio patted his shoulders, as Illuso lightly trembled, his face hidden between the men’s shoulders, as tears rolled down his cheeks. All the pain, the fear, the loss… it all was washed by the sea of tears he cried down. Now he could finally let go. Now he could cry for his friends, for the moment he had lost them and now, for the moment he had found them again, as he could never do before.

When he finished, sniffling and drying his cheeks and eyes with his sleeve, Gelato gently patted his back, to give him time to recover a bit. Illuso watched them all with glossy eyes, a resigned, sad, faint smile on his lips.

“What will we do, now?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Formaggio sighed, sitting back on the couch, stretching his legs in front of him.

“Now we wait. And hope that the squad don’t come here too soon.” he replied, closing his eyes. Illuso couldn’t do anything but to nod at his friend’s words: from that place, they couldn’t do anything else. It was a place out of time and space, just for them. A place that would have been their last home, forever.

The peace and silence, broken just from few occasional sniffles from Illuso and some friendly joke from Formaggio that managed to make Illuso chuckle a little and recover faster, didn’t last long. After who knew how much time, the door opened again, revealing the astonished faces of Prosciutto and Pesci.

The two group stared at each other for a time that seemed long, but that, maybe, it was just a second. In the end, Prosciutto sighed, almost resigned.

“So here is where it all ends.” he murmured, barely audible. Then, to everyone’s utter surprise, warm tears rolled down his cheeks. No one had ever seen Prosciutto crying, not even once.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, not even trying to stop the tears. For what? They were dead. There was no reason to hide everything behind a tough face as he always did, mostly to show Pesci how to act like a real gangster. All useless, all vain. Pesci was dead. He had failed.

“I should have protect you, I’m sorry…” Pesci’s eyes widened. His big brother was apologizing to him? Why? He had no reasons to do so. Prosciutto always did his best to teach and protect him. In the end, it was right thanks to Prosciutto’s example and last words if he could too show a real gangster side that was really worth of his place in the Squadra Esecuzioni.

“Big brother… but you did it. You always protected me. And now there will be no more the need to do so. Don’t you see it, big brother? We’re all together, like old times.” Pesci replied, with more tranquillity than what he himself expected. Prosciutto watched him, incredulous, then watched again the quartet. He hadn’t seen the others’ corpses, aside Sorbetto: he didn’t know how they died. But… they were all fine, as nothing happened. As they were just waiting for the team to come back, like old times. Like old, golden times.

Prosciutto took few steps forward, silent and with serious eyes, despite the tears still pooled in them, and roughly hugged every single one of them. A tight and almost crushing grip, as to never let them  go, as to finally unite the family in the afterlife, where they could finally be so without fear. His eyes were now dry, even if still glossy, and Formaggio huffed a little, amused, poking him on his “hidden crybaby attitude”, just to be poked back when Prosciutto made him notice that also his eyes were glossy again.

Pesci was embraced by everyone, all together. The young man laughed, happy, letting Sorbetto and Illuso ruffle his green hair, basking in his friends’ affection. How much he missed it… when he arrived in the team, the atmosphere was really different from how it had been in the last two years. They were all proud, their heads were high and, generally speaking, they all were happier. Yes, a bit unsatisfied due to the Boss’ treatment, but, all in all, content with what they had. Then came Sorbetto and Gelato’s death and with it the fear and the suspicion. Their head lowered, in front of the Boss’ total control; it was the end of the times as Pesci had known ‘till that moment. No one laughed as before, no one was carefree and confident as before. They were hiding, like scum, like roaches. But now… now it was ended. They were dead, yes, but maybe just in death they could have purchased that freedom that, even with the Boss’ death, was, by now, lost forever. No one could hurt them, here, no more.

“Did it hurt?” Prosciutto quietly asked, watching his comrades and friends. The same bittersweet smile bent all their lips, as Gelato spoke for them all.

“It did. But now nothing will ever hurt again.” he simply said, taking Prosciutto’s sleeve and leading him on the couch, where the others were waiting. Then, he went to nestle on Sorbetto’s lap and, for a moment, it really seemed that they were on a meeting, one of the many they had, and that they were just waiting for the others to finally start. Just that, this time, no one was eager to see them enter the room.

Their hopes were vain: as soon as everyone had finally settled down, the door cracked open again. A lavender head peeked from it, two mismatched eyes looked around, suspicious, widening when they met the group sitting in the living room. Slowly, hesitantly, Melone entered, closing the door behind him. No one was talking.

“I… I’ve seen your bodies. I’ve collected your corpse, how… how…?” he was at a loss of words as tears dazed his vision. Like before dying, he did nothing to stop his cry, almost expecting Prosciutto to scold him. But, instead of it, he felt his friend’s arms around his thin body, in a strong embrace that, finally, made him loudly sob and weep. Melone tightly hugged him and then Pesci, and then also Formaggio, Illuso, Gelato and Sorbetto, washing everyone’s shirts with his tears. He murmured how much he was sorry, how much he tried, oh god he tried so much, he didn’t want to die, he wanted to stay back to help Ghiaccio and Risotto, who now were alone, he wanted to… to be useful…

“Ohi ohi, Melone, drop the shit.” Prosciutto harshly interrupted the man, making him almost shrink in guilt and shame. Then, the blonde sighed, rubbing his hair as he always did with Pesci.

“You’ve never been useless, Melone. We all had just been unfortunate, but our death will not be vain. In a way or another, we will have our revenge on the Boss. Ghiaccio and Risotto are already out and you can bet that they’ll fight with all their might, now. Our mission is ended, Melone. Now we can rest.” he said, in a gentler tone, watching Melone in the eyes. His mismatched eyes widened a bit, as new tears seemed ready to fall again, but this time he managed to keep them back. He just gave a wobbly smile and, following Prosciutto, sat down with the others, finally starting to relax when Formaggio cracked some joke, followed by Illuso. He even laughed a bit, feeling, well… at home. Prosciutto was relaxing, his eyes closed and his back reclined on the couch; Pesci was listening to Formaggio and Illuso’s jokes and Gelato and Sorbetto were watching from their usual armchair, their limbs all tangled together. It was like nothing changed at all…

Soon, too soon, that familiar peace, however, was broken again, when the door was slammed open and a furious Ghiaccio made his appearance. Everyone fell silent, as seven pairs of eyes snapped on the azure curled man.

“I don’t fucking accept this! That’s now how it should have done! I can’t really be dead! Not by two fucking kids’ hands! My White Album cannot be defeated!” he screamed, in a very Ghiaccio-ish way. Sorbetto, the only one, with Risotto, who Ghiaccio always respected, watched him, calm. His gaze was enough to calm him down a little.

“Still, you’re here, Ghiaccio. It’s all ok, for real. No one’s angry at you.” he spoke slowly and calmly, hitting the right sore spots. He knew Ghiaccio, he knew that was bothering him was the fear to have disappointed his teammates, that they were angry at him, who always bragged about how powerful his White Album was… and now here he was. Defeated, dead.

He lowered his head, for once at a loss of words. They… weren’t angry at him? Not even a bit? They weren’t disappointed, disgusted, they didn’t want to yell at him for his failure, like his father always did? He never failed, before. Every murder had been a success. He had the highest score behind Risotto and, before his death, Gelato. He just wanted to keep high standards, not to disappoint anyone. Not anymore.

“I’ve failed.” he murmured, ashamed. The others watched him, with a collective sigh. Melone was the one who got up first. All in all, he was the last one who heard Ghiaccio, before dying.

“As we all did. It’s all over, Ghiaccio. Don’t let it all be a burden on your heart. We died doing what we thought it was right, trying to avenge our family. No one here has any regret. So… come here? It’s all ok.” he said, looking at his friend. Ghiaccio stared at him, incredulous, as he was noticing just now he was surrounded by all his dead teammates. His eyes snapped back to Melone, as his breath grew broken and sharp.

“I… I heard you dying on the phone.” he managed to say, swallowing down a lump. Melone weakly smiled, as his tongue pulsed for a moment, before taking a step forward and hugging his friend, thing that he never managed to do, when they were alive.

“I’m sorry for this. But I’m glad that the last thing I’ve heard was a friend’s voice.” those words completely undone Ghiaccio. No one ever saw him hugging someone, but here he was, tightly hugging Melone, murmuring that he was sorry, for everything bad he did to him when they were alive. Melone just laughed it all off, saying him that it was all fine, for real, it was all ok. Everything had been forgiven and filed, it didn’t matter, now. And how could it? They were dead, with an eternity displayed in front of them. Holding grudges would have been silly and stupid. And, also, they were a family. In a family quarrels happen, of course… but, in the end, forgiveness won over everything. And they were all stuck together despite everything.

“Just Capo is left.” Ghiaccio said, while sitting between Melone and Illuso. Everyone’s eyes snapped on the still empty armchair, perfectly opposite to Gelato and Sorbetto’s one, the only sitting place still empty. It was waiting its owner.

“Yeah… but he’ll make it. He’s stronger than all of us together. And if it doesn’t have to go like this… at least the Squadra Esecuzioni will be together in the afterlife. And when the Boss will die -because he will die, soon or later- we’ll be here waiting for him. We just have to be patient.” Prosciutto said, a ferocious and confident sparkle in his eyes. Ghiaccio could only nod, recognizing the truth in the blond’s words. Dead people had all the time of the world, all in all.

An eternity passed, or maybe it was just few minutes, before the door opened again. Everyone’s eyes ran to the door, perfectly silent. They all knew that the door could be opened just by one person. His time too had come, in the end.

Risotto Nero entered the room, cautious, but, in his heart, he knew that he was in the afterlife. How could it be different? He literally felt the life leaving him with every drop of blood that spurted out the many, too many, holes in his body. But… was that for real the afterlife? The old HQ? Nothing… more? It was like home.

“Capo?” his red eyes followed the known voice, falling on the group all gathered around the small coffee table, as he had seen them, oh, so many times before every meeting. Prosciutto always sat near his little brother and Formaggio at Pesci’s other side; Illuso all sprawled on the couch, Ghiaccio in his corner and Melone happily nestled between them and… his eyes widened, when he saw his mentors nestled on their usual armchair. No one ever used that armchair again, after their death. It was like they were still here, in a certain sense, and sitting on it would have been a profanation. But now… they were here, they were so real that Risotto had the impression he could touch them. And, with a blaze of joy and surprise that almost made him tremble with its intensity, also regret and shame came to him. His mentors… the people he wanted to avenge. The first of his team to have fallen.

His eyes stared for a second at every face in the room, as guilt built in his heart. Every single one of them died for him. It was his fault. If only… if only he had been more resolute, if only he hadn’t wanted more respect, his revenge, if only… if only he had left his pride aside and just lowered his head, all his team would still be alive. Almost as they were intercepting his thoughts, all his teammates got up, nearing him.

“Risotto, don’t you dare to blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” Gelato said, looking at him from below. Among his mentors, he always was the mom-like one and this memory made Risotto smile a little, even if it was a sad smile.

“Yeah, indeed, Capo! It’s not like you pointed a gun at our heads. We chose to follow you and to avenge the oldies here. We were born as a team and we would have died as a team, it was our motto, remember?” Formaggio said, closely followed by Illuso.

“You really think we would have let you do everything alone?” then Pesci closely spoke.

“You always said that the mission was important, but that our team was more. And, well… we all chose the team and to act like a squad, following a common goal.”

“Plus, even if you ordered us to stay back, do you really think we would have listened to you and let you go alone, Capo?” Prosciutto asked, with a sly smile. Risotto was starting to feel his eyes stinging.

“You never treated us like Boss treated his subordinates, with fear and terror. You always gave us the chance to choose. Is it so bad that we’ve chosen to follow our Capo on this mission?” Ghiaccio added and now Risotto was sighing, feeling a heavy weight on his heart.

“My choices led you all to death. We could have survived, if I… I just followed the orders and nothing more. You all paid the price for my choices and actions, you traced a path to the Boss and when I could finally avenge you all… I failed. I failed you all. I’m sorry for this. I’ve disappointed you all.” his always stern and neutral voice was starting to break, as his fists were so tightly close that his knuckles were becoming white. Then, Sorbetto came forward. The only one not to have spoken yet, the one whom Risotto respected the most. The man who more than anyone else was like a father figure to him.

“You did your best, Risotto. No one is blaming you. We all know that you have fought with all your might… it’s not a shame to have lost to the Boss. Now he is someone else’s burden. Someone else will pick the strands we’ve left down and will keep following them, ‘till reaching the Boss and finally killing him. But, Risotto, is not our mission anymore. We did our part: now it’s time for who will come. For us, now, it’s time to rest.” he said, with the low and calm tone that, when Metallica was first developing, always managed to calm the young man down, to the point that he could effectively control his still unruly stand. His words and voice soothed the pain in his heart, making him feel better, lighter. He was right… it was all over. But it wasn’t a bad ending, all in all. They were all together.

And, when he slightly opened his arms, all his team took it as the so waited signal and jumped on him, hugging their Capo for the first time, shamelessly. Why being ashamed of an affectionate gesture? Being dead freed them from many boundaries.

For the first time in a long, long time, Risotto laughed. A sincere, joyful and carefree laugh, as his strong arms enveloped as many of his men as he could, stumbling back from their onrush. It was like a piece of his heart was finally back where it belong, after too much time it was missed.

Finally, in that corner of the afterlife, surrounded by his teammates, his friends, his family, Risotto felt in peace.

They were at home.

[diningpageantry]

18) You’re Bleeding Magic

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20833622

Chapter 18 of The Carry On Round Robin (@carry-on-round-robin)

Word Count: 2745

Summary: Ham and cheese sandwiches, a new relationship, and a test, of sorts. Sixth Year is not off to a good start. (Trope: Power sharing)

(See AO3 for more notes, but thank you to @sharkmartini for betaing, and thank you to @basic-banshee for organizing!)

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BAZ

Fiona agreed to drive us back.

Still, yes, us. Us plural. Us--“He loves me”--us. Us--”I’m afraid he’ll die snogging me”--us.

Snow and I, us.

This us part is a bit complicated. And head-spinningly new. So new that I haven’t gotten a proper answer for what we do once we make it to Watford. I want the answer to be for us to have gross, full hair-pulling, disgusting mouth-noises make out sessions on the green, in front of everyone for them and their grandmothers to gawk at in horror. I want him excessively and undoubtedly attached to me for the flaunting.

I want the security of knowing he’s properly mine.

But what I want and what we need are two very separate things.

There’s a few things we need before the things that I want come into play. We need The Mage not to figure out a way to rip us apart (which he might very well do, shred-by-shred). Snow needs to tell Bunce. I need to keep a certain level of discretion with those involved with The Families.

We need to keep it hidden. We need to keep it quiet (well, as quiet as we can after my lapse in judgement during last year’s dance).

We need a plan, which is a bit difficult to figure out when your boyfriend would much rather ignore the concept of a plan altogether and ram himself headfirst into any possible situation, repercussions be damned.

Still, I try. I’m trying.

I’m trying right now as I stare at him across the dining table, arms folded onto the back of a chair as he picks at what I think is his third sandwich. (Despite having an entire summer to learn that Snow is a bottomless pit, it seems as though my family’s cook caves and continues feeding him well past when he should be fine). I drum my fingers, letting the sound echo through the emptied room over his obnoxious chewing.

He’s looking at me like I’m a bore (or like I won’t let him finish another sandwich, and he might be right). “I don’t see why we need a gameplan,” he mumbles, cheek full and voice muffled by what sounds like bread stuck to the roof of his mouth.

“Don’t see why, or don’t want to see why?” I chide, lip pulling up as he continues to chew with his mouth open. Disgusting.

He gives me back a less-than-pleased look, seeming to open-mouth-chew more menacingly than before.

That’s another bit to this navigation--we don’t quite know where to steer our aggression once it hits.

It’s still there, just simmering below the new relationship label. It’s not like it disappears and everything’s all candy and unicorns. It’s dark. It’s strange. It’s difficult to not snap at him whenever he’s more than a tad idiotic, and it’s even more difficult to not snap back when he gets frustrated.

I think Snow’s figured that the only thing he can really do is kiss me hard, and hope I shut up. (I usually do, in all fairness.) (Usually.) (It won’t work for this, though. This is serious.)

“Don’t like feeling like I’m going into something,” he says it into the ham and cheese in his hands, going for another bite before continuing, “feels like a battle. Don’t like it.”

“You think I do?”

Outside, the soft slam of the ‘67’s boot is followed by the crunching steps of Fi’s docs against the gravel, heading towards the front door. And, while we’re in no real rush to get to Watford time-wise, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s Fi driving us, and if we take all day having a pointless domestic while Snow takes back sandwich after sandwich, she’ll have my head.

He hears it too. The front door opening, the disgruntled grumbling and heavy wood creaking below her as she goes to retrieve something from her room. She’ll want to be out within the next 15, then.

I raise a brow to him, as if to beg him whether or not it’s a reasonable argument to have, and he gives in, shoulders hunching down while he stuffs another bite into his mouth.

“Fine.” I think I see crumbs spit out while he speaks. I must seem like I’d seen it, because he’s glaring at me like I’m giving him an equal look back. “We can talk shit out back at Watford. Can I just eat, please?”

I wave my hands, lifting them from the seat I’m leaned up against. “Let that be your last sandwich, then. Fiona will murder you if you puke in her car.”

I hear him swallow as I turn to leave, which is followed by a distant “I think she might kill me anyway” after it.

I smirk at that, grinning to myself all the way outside.

For once, Snow’s got more than a half-filled duffel bag to bring back to the room.

Now, his is not quite the proper trunk. Not with engraved initials on the side, and it looks quite plain next to mine, but it’s his. Filled with his clothes. His belongings. His own stuff.

We had to spell the boot elastic to fit it in, too. To give him space.

As if Snow needs more space in this world.

As if he doesn’t consume enough of mine. Enough to make me dizzy.

Enough that when I slide my hand against the humming metal body of the car, all I can think of is him complaining about sitting in the barely-there-backseat. And him frowning at Simon (the cat). And threatening to snog me against the side whenever Fiona steps off for a minute…

“Oi, where’s Boy Wonder?”

I whip around, startling as Fi starts walking forward with her nose in her mobile. At first, I blank. She gives him the occasional different nickname (“H-Bomb”, “The Mage’s Personal Footrest”, “Killboy Powerhead”), which, I suppose, is a tad better than simply “The Chosen One”. Mildly less condescending.

“Inside. Eating.”

She snorts. “When isn’t he?” She stops, gives me a once over, then pulls the side of her mouth in. She wants to say something, but I can tell that something about me is stopping her.

“Do you have a question, or am I that interesting?”

“Got nothing new to ask you.” I can hear the list of what she’s said before scroll through my head. You’ve got to have a better plan than allyship, Baz. Crowley, you can’t just expect him to wave a hand and let you run the bloody school. Do you think he’ll actually cave? Will having all the shitbag’s little puppets in one place be a benefit, or will they turn you in? Does he know about… that? He doesn’t, right? Merlin, Baz, tell me he doesn’t--

“And I’ve got no new answers.”

Can’t you just stun him still and bust into The Mage’s office? You’re welcomed in there. Your whole bloodline will be, too.

She nods, lowering the aviators over her face--she thinks she looks Top Gun-cool--before pulling back her hair. “Go get him, then. Rather not sit out all day.”

Right. Like I would either.

I walk past her, peering into the dining room (empty plate, but no Snow), then into the kitchen (no Snow in there, either), then check most places where he’d possibly be until I hit my bedroom, slowly pushing the door open with a curious frown on my face. Why is he off up here…

SIMON

I hate this bloody cat.

I hate this bloody, fucking, stupid, bloody, idiotic fucking cat.

“I just wanna--” I whisper (to myself, it seems), going to reach for it while it darts away from me, tail flicking high into the air. I glare, spinning around, and following it slower than before.

Now, I’d figured that Baz would want this cat (this fucking obnoxious little furball cat), and hey, maybe he’d loosen up a bit if I could catch it and bring it down for him, but no. This little bastard on four legs refuses to stay still just long enough for me to grab it (well, except for the one time, but then it took a swipe), and now I’m the idiot chasing this fucker around the room.

Which, of course, is where Baz finds me. Half crouched, arms out, and glaring at this fucking cat as I angrily whisper “Here kitty kitty…”

“Snow?”

I jolt, shooting upright as Baz slowly steps inside with an overly amused look on his face as other Simon (bastard) happily pads up to him and rubs up against his leg.

I’m glaring at him (the cat) as I speak. “Just trying to do something helpful,” I grit, which makes Baz chuckle, a hand coming up to cover his face. I ignore it, getting into a staring contest with the fucker running around between my boyfriend’s legs (I might be jealous of a cat).

Baz leans down and scoops him up, letting him curl up on his arms as he keeps that pleased look. “Come on.” Suddenly, his voice is soft. It makes me feel all tingly. “I’m afraid if we keep Fiona waiting, she might make us walk.”

I know he’s probably joking, but it’s not something I’d put entirely past her.

And, after all, she does make me sit in the backseat after a half-hearted judgemental once-over when we do get down there. Not that I expect much else from her, though, given I’m probably near the bottom of her list of people she’d like to drag around with her. At least we have mutual hatred for the fucking cat…

I nod to her as I climb in, getting myself as comfortable as physically possible as she shifts into drive.

BAZ

It’s a guilty pleasure of mine watching Snow bob in the backseat, growing increasingly pale and teetering on quite literally green.

I don’t enjoy the concept of getting puked on, though, so I do utter a “Get well soon” on him when he’s not paying attention. He eases up then, closing his eyes and relaxing a bit into the upholstery. Feels like it’ll be smooth sailing from there.

Well, as smooth as the M3 in an old sports car can be. Motorway riding feels a bit distancing when you’re trying to focus on six things at once (boyfriend dying in the backseat, cat on your lap, aunt driving, her music, the impending doom of the school year, and the fact that the boy in the backseat is your boyfriend). Given the circumstances, I allow myself to space out briefly and absentmindedly look out over the familiar backdrop of the land around us as my thoughts focus more on the issues at hand.

Like boundaries. Like survival.

The issue of us. Us. Us us us us us…

I’m spaced out for a while, and then I’m not.

I’m snapping back to a reality that seems more jarring than what I was busying myself with mentally.

“What the--”

I rub my eyes and look around. Simon (feline) is tensed, the hair on his back sticking up as Snow (human) is shifting in the backseat, the thick trickling of his magic hitting me in pulsing waves.

I look around, and see… nothing.

Well, not nothing.

I see trees. I see a clearing, vast and stretching.

I see the road around us, and the trees on the other side.

I know these trees. I know this area.

I know that it shouldn’t be empty. I know I shouldn’t see nothing, and I think we’re all a bit too shocked to properly react.

Fiona pulls to a stop, throwing on the blinker as we collectively gape at an unsettling, bare nothingness. Too much of it. A damned school’s worth of nothingness.

I don’t quite know what comes over me in the moment. Panic, maybe? Fight or flight? Or maybe Snow’s stupidity leaked into my system, oversaturated on his end and diffusing into me through all the snogging? Impulsivity has rotted away all my better reactions, I suppose, because I’m throwing myself out of the car and sprinting towards the field with a drawn wand.

There’s plenty of things that this could be. A trap (most likely). The Humdrum (least likely--no feeling). A nightmare (maybe a bit before The Humdrum on the list)

But this definitely, definitely, isn’t real.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” I scream, pointing my wand outward. I feel Snow running after me, saying nothing but bringing everything about him (and, if I’m not mistaken, Fiona’s taken to jogging after him).

The spell doesn’t do anything. Not that I’d expect to reveal an entire school, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try every uncovering spell in the book.

Snow draws closer as I keep running. “Ready or not, here I come! True colors!”

I feel it hit me before anything else makes sense.

I slam into it, then bounce back a bit, stumbling and blinking, then stepping again.

It’s like hitting a fucking wall.

It is hitting a fucking wall.

I pat my hand forward, and feel brick, but when I look, I just see fields upon fields of nothingness.

I inhale and smell it. The moat, the slow deterioration of buildings from time coupled with the heavy reapplied spell after spell of protection onto the drooping foundations. The welcoming, all-encompassing scent of home.

It’s there, alright. It’s just not there.

Snow’s closing in, touching the same space where my hands are still as he follows along, tracing his fingertips over invisible brick. He reeks. He smells like he’ll set the grass on fire, which will help none of us (especially me) in this situation.

When I look over, I see that his sword’s already out and ready, hanging from his hand as his other one closes around my back. His eyes are wild, darting about while desperately trying to find a proper baddie to fight--something winged or clawed. Something with talons and hypnotic eyes, or a mist that alters perception.

But there’s nothing. There’s a wall to Watford, and no way to see inside. And it’s infuriating.

“Show yourself!” I snap, pointing my wand forward before trying “Come out, come out wherever you are” again, to no avail.

I feel the weight of Snow’s hand pressing into my back, warm and steady and thumping like his magic does. Like his magic is. Like how it fills the air around us, making me nearly choke every time I breathe.

His palm rests against my shirt, then slides up, pressed strongly to my shoulder blade. I turn to him, eyes wide and unsure as he stares back and--

Something clicks. Like a switch. Like a fucking surge protector broke, and now I’ve got a nuclear power plant at my disposal. I shutter. I feel like I’m burning alive, but when I look down at myself, I’m fully intact.

I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know how to describe it, but bloody hell, I think I could do a proper nursery rhyme.

I still myself, pressing back into his hand as my wand raises, unwavering. “Oh where, oh where, has my little dog gone? Oh where, oh where can he be?”

“Crowley, Baz!” I hear Fiona behind me. She sounds so close yet so distant. If I had half the mind I usually do, I’d be telling her to stand back. Instead, I’m too intoxicated on whatever Snow’s doing to me (a spell?) (Shit, maybe I am dead, and this is the surreal afterlife).

Snow’s hand slowly runs down my back, settling onto the dipping curve of my spine and shocking me into a shiver as I gasp and continue, voice raising. “With his ears cut short and his tail cut long,” I call, watching the wall in front of me shimmer and start to filter back into existence as I start the final line. “Oh where, oh where could he be?”

It all comes at once. A pop into existence, and the swift, overwhelming detachment from whatever Snow just threw me into with the removal of his hand. It’s enough to make me nauseous, stumbling back onto the ground behind me as Watford reappears in full.

And so does The Mage, about 50 feet away from us with a careful, studying gaze.

[r6-storytime]

Whumptober #15 Alternative: Field Medicine

(Doc POV)

Ah... So... you want to hear a story, huh? Well I’ve got one for you. It begins like this:

So... I was on a joint op with Olivier and Zofia. Our mission was to raid a suspected warehouse that was being used by a terrorist organization to store a numerous amount of chemical weapons. My role was simple. Don’t let anyone die. I remember that when we entered the building through the window, Olivier nearly tripped and face planted against the metal walkway. Could’ve given our position away too, but he always was a dumbass, so, I can’t blame him. As we sneaked past a patrol and found a control room with a laptop in it. The fucker, Olivier, opened the computer and tried enter the password, but set off the alarm and all he had to show for it was his dumbass puzzled face.

“Olivier. Call Twitch and get her to help you with hacking that damned computer,” I said, “And while you’re at it, use that drone of yours and tell us where the fuck those white masks are coming from. Zofia and I will cover you.”

“Don’t worry your precious little head Lion, I’m always ready for a fight.” Stated Zofia.

As Olivier rang Emmanuelle’s number, about five white masks burst into the room. One with a ballistic shield, two with assault rifles, and the final two carrying shotguns. These fuckers were prepared. I don’t remember what happened next aside from hearing a grunt from Zofia and watching her fall to the ground, and seeing her fingers twitching as she sprawled against the ground.

“Olivier!” I yelled, “Get the out of the fucking room and help me! Zofia’s down! I need you to cover me as I drag her back into the control room!”

Olivier picked up his rifle and exited the room, sitting himself to my left.

“How many?” He asked

“Where you asking me? You’re the one with a drone that can scan rooms. You tell me.”

“All right, so, right now we have roughly twelve more on the way to this party of ours.”

“Ok, I need you to cover me as I drag Zofia back into the control room and treat her wound.”

“Don’t worry Doc, I’ll keep them busy.”

“On three. One. Two. Three!”

Olivier popped out and started gunning down the opposition as I picked up Zofia and dragged her into the control room. As I layed Zofia down on the ground I could hear the bullets raging outside the door. Hoping that a stray bullet didn’t find its way through the door, I began treating Zofia. I pulled out my bag with medical supplies. Bandages, painkillers, stim shots, and scissors. First thing I did was to take off the kevlar vest and her jacket so I could cover up the bullet wound in her shoulder properly. I rubbed some disinfectant onto the bandages and wrapped them around her shoulder. Next I applied pressure to stop the bleeding and waited for her to regain consciousness. I turned my head away for a second to put away the equipment used and...

“FUCK!! THAT HURTS!!” Screamed Zofia

“Hey. It’s alright, it’s gonna be ok. Here take these.” I said as I handed her the painkillers.

I walk up to the door and turn around, making sure Zofia is fine and say:

“I’ll be back.”

I picked up my rifle and open the door. As I step out of the room, I found myself in a room that was filled with the bodies of dead terrorists.

“How is she?” Asked Olivier.

“She’s fine.” I answered.

The control room door suddenly burst open.

“Where’d everyone else go?” Zofia asked.

“A better place. Come on drinks are on me,” I said “ but you need to take it easy Zofia. Only non alcoholic drinks for you.”

“C’mon Doc, you know I’m good enough for drinks.” Zofia casually said with a smile on her face.

And that is how I, Gustave Kateb, saved your sister last week. Remind her to take it easy for me, ok?

[crue-sixx]

Falcon Kick!

Title: Falcon Kick! (Sequel to Falcon Punch!)

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: Falcon has fallen, a new Falcon has taken the reader's place as temporary head of Falcon Securities while the reader is on "vacation".

Warnings: Violence, death, swearing and injury.

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The Accident:

This freak of nature had taken out your best assets, including the protege you had hand picked to eventually take your place as head of the organization when you decided to retire.  But your late protege had managed to turn her defeat into a victory for you.  Before her death, she had taken a picture of the asshole who went on a killing spree on your home turf while you were away.  The prick thought he could get off scott free.  He was hard to miss in a crowd- he was abnormally tall, muscular and looked like he could have been built out of stone.

As you read the report on the rush plane ride home when you first got word that headquarters was under attack, your best people had emptied their side weapons into or in his general direction-the use of deadly force was something that you had taught all your assets do as a last resort.  The trainees had been locked in the bunker, as per protocol in such situations with their trainers with them. 

You had also seen video footage of the scene from the security cameras, the bullets and other wounds didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.  You closed the window with video and applied the facial recognition software that was introduced not too long ago to see if you got a hit on the asshole's identity.  It came back as Horace Trancy-35 years of age with a birth defect called Congenital Analgesia, or in layman's terms he didn't feel physical pain.  His file also stated that he had a history of violence against others, coupled with some mental issues due to constant teasing about his size.

For the first time in years, you lit a cigarette and continued watching the footage.  You saw him pick up one of your greatest assets and best friends, crushing her head like a melon with his bare hands.  The other assets looked on horrified before pulling their pieces and unloading before he cut through them like a hot knife through butter.  You let the cigarette burn to the filter without even taking a drag.  When the video cut out, you took it out of your mouth and snuffed it in the palm of your hand.  "You will pay for this, mother fucker...."

When you came into your office, your giant German Shepard-Rottweiler mix Bruce walked up to you with his ears flat and his tail between his legs.  You patted his head and assured him "There's nothing you could have done, boy" he let out a whine, his greying snout betraying his age.  He was arthritic and limped from time to time.

You knew Trancy's exact location-only about an hour away from headquarters.  You gathered your gear and ordered a total lock down of the building.  Some of your subordinates who had hid during the initial attack offered to help you in your task but you told them under no circumstances were they to intervene, unless you hadn't returned in an hour or you had pressed your panic button.  "It's personal" you explained,  You didn't blame them for hiding- they were completely inexperienced in dealing with an intruder of that caliber.

Your desert eagle was hungry for blood, and you were more than happy to oblige.  You found Trancy in his house, which looked like it was better off bulldozed.  You broke down the door with one well placed kick, crossing the threshold with "Horace. Fucking. Trancy" you heard the upstairs creak then the actual stairs as the hulking juggernaut made his presence known.

"You called?" he teased in a low, nasally tone.

"You broke into my headquarters and killed my people" you stated, pulling out the desert eagle and firing a shot that would have blown his head off if he hadn't moved.

"Don't you wanna know why?" he asked, a little surprised at you coming in guns blazing rather than the tactical genius he had heard you were.

"Not particularly" you shot off another round into the floor "I'm pissed off" your voice was even and stoic.  You were so mad you didn't even have the capacity to yell and scream.  You were not one to get mad-you were one to get even.  He lunged at you, knocking the gun from your hand.

His size made his movements slower than you were, so when he went for a punch, you grabbed onto him with your whole body and tried to throw him, but he was too big for that.  You were just trying to distract him until the real surprise took him over.  The gun was just for back-up.  You just needed to get his blood pumping faster so nature could take it's course.

What you didn't expect was him slamming you down in between his elbow and knee.  You heard and felt your back break, losing feeling in your legs instantly.  You didn't have time to worry about that now, you knew that in a few minutes one of you would be dead.  He picked you up and was about to rip your head from your neck when he stopped, eyes widening as he began to shudder.  "What's happening to me?!" he was coughing up blood.

You propped yourself up as best you could to look at him from where he had dropped you "The bad thing about not being able to feel pain-" he dropped to his knees, shaking violently "is you don't know when your body's at it's limit.  Plus with all that lead from the bullets my assets put into you, into your bloodstream it was only a matter of time before your tainted blood turned against you" he roared and tried to lunge at you, but it was his final act before the floor caved in, impaling him through the heart and him bleeding out in minutes.

While that was happening, you flopped down on the floor and began to sob.  For your fallen assets, your protege and the fact that you couldn't feel your lower half.  Through your tears, you pressed your panic button.  Within minutes, a helicopter was at the scene to take you to the hospital.

With your protege dead, the person next in line was put in your office and assumed the role "Falcon 3" for the time being.  Her real name was Marina Frost, who lost out on the position of your protege only by a small margin.  She had shown compassion in a training exercise that in an actual situation would have cost her not only her life, but the lives of those under her command.  She had contacted Doc McGee after the incidents went down.

He rushed in on a red eye and went to your-her temporary office and demanded "What the fuck happened?!"  She explained the situation and had showed him the footage.  When all was said and done he said "How the fuck did that goddamn giant get in?!"

"Through the back door" Marina answered "he waited until our security alarms were down for maintenance and let in the security team to fix some bugs" she sighed heavily, closing her eyes to get a grip on her new position.

"He knew when and where to strike" Doc said "He MUST have had inside help..."

"So who's the Judas?" she asked.

"That's what I've come to find out..." Doc left, a steely resolve that he hadn't had in a long time.

The Assignment:

Nikki wanted to get off drugs for a long time now, he admitted he couldn't do it on his own.  Rehab helped tremendously but he'd fall off the wagon more than a few times.  He then remembered what his old friend had said "If you ever grow up from the scared little boy you always were, Call Falcon Security and ask for the Boss".  He had gotten your card from Doc a few years before, but only now he had the balls to call.

The office phone rang and Marina answered it "Falcon Securities.  How may I direct your call?"

"I wanna speak to the Boss..." the voice on the other end sounded unsure.

"Speaking" she answered "How may I help you?"

"Is this Y/N L/N?" the voice was confused.

"She's incapacitated at the moment" she answered "I am the acting Boss at the moment.  What do you want?"

"Oh...I really want to talk to Y/N" he sounded desperate, so she went and wheeled you in to talk to him.

"This is Y/N" you said into the phone with melancholy.

The voice sounded relieved to hear from you " Y/N!"

You snapped out of your down mood into one of surprise "Frank?"

"Yeah!  I need your help..."

With a sigh, you asked Marina to leave the room and she did as you asked.  "I'm sorry Nikki...I can't..."

"Why?" he sounded like he had lost all hope.

"I'm paralyzed from the waist down" you said flatly.  You heard him with a sharp intake of breath when he heard that.

"How?!  What the fuck happened?!" he asked.

"Not on the phone...we need to meet in person..." you shuffled through your papers and gave him an address where you could meet in private.

When he first saw you after your last encounter, his heart had broken.  He was a total ass when you were kids, but now with a wife and kids of his own, he had to clean up his act and part of that cleaning up was to apologize for his past behavior.  He took your hand and said "For leading you on when we were kids...I'm sorry.  I was an idiot" you were presently surprised at this, meaning he was finally growing up.

"I forgive you" you told him, kissing his hand.

"So what happened that made you..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it.

"Crippled?" you offered sarcastically.

"Yeah. That" he nervously looked away.  You relayed the story about what happened at Falcon Securities and he sat back, staring at you in stunned silence.  When you were done all he could say was "Fuck...."

"So enough about me, what's bugging you?" you asked him innocently "What prompted you to call me out of the blue almost a whole decade after we last parted ways?"

"I'm trying to get sober" he admitted "Rehab has helped a lot for me, but sometimes I fall off the bandwagon and fuck up royally.  My wife won't let me around our kids if I'm fucked up" he buried his head in his hands "She's gonna leave me and take them with her!"

You reached over the table and slapped him as hard as you could, to which he was shocked.and started to question but you cut him off "Stop blubbering like a fucking pansy and grow a set of balls!  You're a man aren't you?!"

"How did you...?" he began.

"I may be paralyzed from the waist down, Sixx but believe me I can still kick your ass from this fuckin' wheelchair!"  When he had gotten his bearings back, you discussed the plan of action.  He was to live in one of Falcon Security's locations for a whole year with no contact with his family or friends and learn how to prioritize what's more important to him- drugs and alcohol or his children.  You had told the organization that you were taking a year long "vacation" to get treatment for your condition.

He agreed to your terms and followed your instruction to the letter.  You were so proud of him the first time he turned down a drink that was offered to him without that hungry look in his eye.  You were even colored impressed when you were able to drink some wine and he didn't bat an eyelash as he sipped his Coca Cola.  What he did beg for was a call to his kids, his friends- anyone who could give him an update on the well being of his family.

Of course you let him call his kids, wife and friends on their birthdays, but only a minute at a time.  That's why you thought it was strange when you got a phone call coming in.  Only one person knew this number and his message was brief but you understood it all the same "Foxtrot. Ranger. Overlook. Strata. Tango" he then hung up.

Nikki's year was up and you released him into the loving arms of his wife and kids.  All of them sobbed and Nikki did his best through hiccups and tears to say "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."  you couldn't help but smile.  Frank Feranna had finally become Nikki Sixx.

His wife then bent down and hugged you tight-something you didn't expect from another female-especially one who just spent a whole year with you "Thank you, for giving us back our man" you returned the gesture. 

"You want to stay for dinner?" he offered you "As a thank you for what you did for us?"

"Maybe some other time, Nikki" he smiled when you called him by his legal name rather than his birth name.  You thought he'd earned your respect after all his hard work "I've got some unfinished business to take care of..." you wheeled back into the handicapped car and Doc drove you back to Falcon Securities.

The Judas is Silenced:

You were sitting in your wheelchair in front of the office door, you had ordered a silent evacuation of the building in case the shit had hit the fan.  You knew she was in there, but you knocked to make sure she was alone.  "Coming!" you heard only one set of footsteps before you pulled the trigger on the shotgun in your lap.

The blast had splintered a hole in the door and hit Marina Frost in the belly.  She was gagging, choking on her own blood as she stared at you while you wheeled yourself in.  She was on the floor crying, the only word that came out of her mouth was "....Why....?"

She was shocked when you got up and walked over to her, lifted her face up by her hair and looked at her coldly.  "Why did you get your cousin to attack us and kill your fellow assets?"

Her eyes widened as she realized you knew about her deception.  On the way over here, you took a deeper look at the file of Horace Trancy.  You had only did a surface glance before, but you saw that his police records cross referenced one Marina Frost as the cosigner for his bail many times.  She had tried to talk but the blood was making things difficult.  "Were you angry I picked Jessica over you?"

Her eyes were beginning to dull-she was dying.  The blood soaking the carpet squished beneath your feet, some excess staining the soles of your shoes.  "You were a coward then, and you're a coward now..." you then watched as the last light of life left her eyes.  For a solid few minutes you just stared at the corpse on your office floor.

For the first time in decades, you let anger cloud your judgement as you pulled out your desert eagle and unloaded an entire clip into the dead body.  You screamed in a fit of rage as the body jumped from the recoil of your gun, eventually emptying an entire clip into it.  When you were finished, you took a deep breath in, having fulfilled your need to avenge your fallen assets.  Then you went to your bedroom that was connected and picked out a nice outfit to wear to Nikki's that night.  He was expecting you for dinner.

He was ecstatic when he saw you walking up to his house.  "Holy shit!  I thought you were paralyzed!"

"I was" you smiled at him "I never said it was permanent" during that year he spent with you, while he slept you were working on yourself too.  You had worked with physical therapists to regain your mobility, granted you'd never be as fast as you used to be.

He then recounted the time you helped Doc reign in Motley Crue to behave to his wife, who didn't believe that they could be tamed.  He then added "You're so different now!  You're nice!"

You laughed and responded "Don't you know women come in two flavors?  We can be Hellfire or Holy Water, depending on how you treat us" his wife lifted a glass to that and you had a good laugh.  Come Monday morning, your office would be cleaned of any evidence that a murder took place and business would resume as normal.  Falcon One was coming home.