#is it any wonder that riz is so capable?

[thisisnotthenerd]

thinking about riz gukgak and how he feels so alone and yet how his words, his works, are the first thought for his friends when they don’t know what to do

thinking about how love is work, how love is the act of giving and giving and giving until you have nothing left and yet he cannot ever prioritize himself

thinking about how he takes every nickname, every gift, every moment of care with an eagerness that far outstrips the gift in its giving

thinking about how his every stress comes from a moment of devotion and care for his friends, from unraveling the mysteries that permeate their lives

thinking about how he could call them to action with a single warning because they trust in him so much

thinking about how he justifies what he gives to his friends even as his mother asks him to consider himself for once

thinking about riz ‘the ball’ gukgak

[let-me-sleep-or-die]

”yay Riz is so good at Stealth and IInvestigation!”

Riz can hide like no one else. He can basically become shadow the bitch can’t get lower than a 23 if he wants to disappear, he can. He doesn’t have to go away entirely, he can hide parts of himself away leaving the rest visible. He hides how stressed he is. He hides his fears, his sexuality, He hides how close he is to falling apart and almost (ALMOST) no one notices.

Riz is also naturally very good at finding g things. He can find people, find out secrets, he can figure out Mysteries a millennia old. He can knows how to find what people want hidden. Kristen’s not over Tracker, she’s not doing well, she’s worried about her god. He knows this and he’s trying to find a way to make it better, he’s running her campaign telling everyone he meets about ibis amazing friend Kristen who he knows is capable. Fig from taking no classes to three, she’s more stressed than she’s ever been, mostly because she’s actually trying for the first time so if she fails this time it might just mean she can’t do it. He knows that, he helps her with homework and lets her come with him to hunt down clues when they both need a distraction.

Gorgug is tearing himself apart, he’s trying to be two things and the world keeps telling him he’s not good enough for either. He’s doing four years of school in one term and the administration couldn’t care less. He is realizing his parents have parts of their lives he didn’t know about, His teacher doesn’t take him seriously and He’s still listening to his Girlfriends Exgirlfrinds playlist what, 6 months after they broke up? Riz knows this, he sees it. He helps Gorgug study, he makes sure he knows that Riz finds their friendship valuable, they have a joint birthday party, he takes his friend seriously.

Adaine is flat broke, she’s got a crappy job and an unfair schooling system. Her sister is only half taking care of herself, she can’t quite find the right answers. Riz sees it. He will always be there to help her research, always offer a second opinion. He knows how to make money stretch, he’s lived paycheck to paycheck. He can help her all she’s gotta do is ask.

Fabian is alone. He has his doors open all the time hoping someone will walk in and stay. He’s the captain of a team, Star of the school and subject to his fathers legacy. Riz has lived most of his life hoping to make a dad father proud, he knows the feeling. If the doors open, Riz will come, he will sit in a corner and work but he will be there. Any time Fabian feels like he may not be enough Riz is there to tell him he is the most amazing person he knows, and he means it.

Riz is watching is friends struggle, and streaching himself thin, taking on everything he can to maybe for just a second lessen their load. He can easily figure out when somethings wrong so when he does he puts his own life on the back burner. He’s mapped out every one of his friend’s academics. He’s managing a campaign, acting as a personal tutor, a member of every club in the school, a Star student and a damn good detective.

Hes burning himself alive and he’s so good at hiding, (almost) no one notices. If he takes on too much stress, it will literally kill him. I wonder if anyone would even know how much he was struggling.

“Oh Riz is really good at Deception and investigation, FUCK!”

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do concepts for Jack (beastars) with another canine reader?

Oh sure! I'll see what I can do :)

Yandere! Jack with Canine! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere-like behavior, Stalking, Stealing, Invasion of privacy, Deception, Slight possessive behavior.

- Jack would most likely get along with a Darling who's another canine.

- As a Yandere, Jack is hard to read.

- Mostly because his personality is so joyful, energetic, and fun-loving!

- You could never expect such an innocent dog to be capable of anything heinous.

- That's how you see it, anyways.

- To others, like Legoshi, Jack is just a dog that has a crush on a fellow canine.

- He hides any sort of dark thoughts from the surface.

- That doesn't mean he's innocent, however.

- Jack may not be as intense of a Yandere like Riz or Legoshi, but it's there.

- He follows you around everywhere.

- Although you don't entirely mind.

- He's just a lovable friend.

- It's when the fellow canine violates your privacy do you find yourself annoyed and a little frightened.

- You found him in your dorm one time when your roommates were busy.

- When you confronted him with a quick barking yell, he jumps and quickly turns.

- "O-Oh I was just looking for you! Um... I was wondering if you need homework help...?"

- He plays the innocent act well.

- For the most part, he really is innocent and loyal to friends and family.

- But there's times he steals from you...

- He's awfully obsessive, stealing small things from your dorm such as jewelry, trinkets...

- Fur at one point, too.

- However you never notice.

- You never bother going into his dorm to check, either.

- Legoshi or the others never seem to notice due to how well Jack hides his... souvenirs.

- Putting them in a box and hiding them somewhere only he can find them.

- "They remind me of you... smell like you, too."

- Jack's the type of Yandere to slip under the radar easily.

- More people would be scared of Legoshi, a big wolf.

- No one expects Jack, an adorable lab, to be stalking and stealing from a fellow student.

- He doesn't mean anything malicious.

- He just wants you as his!

- "Hey! Want to play at the park again? It'll be fun!"

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE SHOT ❜

Final chapter of ‘Someone you loved’ with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.5k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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You are already tucked in your bed, pajamas on, lights off and your body almost asleep in a concrete position, when your phone starts to ring. No way. You're not going to move, not even your eyelashes, so you try to ignore it until it stops to sound. The music disappears at the same time that your room is immersed again in the darkness, with the blinds completely rolled down. Burying your face in the pillow, you grumble with a hoarse sound that is born deep down in your throat, when the call happens again. Palming your nightstand to grab the phone, opening one eye, you read your father's name on the screen. Closing it again, you answer placing the phone over your ear. No hand holding it, just resting on it.

“Wha'?” You mutter with a sleepy tone.

“Need you to come to Vicki's house”.

“And I need to die, but life ain't fair, dad”.

“Riz has been shot”.

Suddenly sitting up, it takes you only one damn second to toss the blankets to the floor and jump out of your bed. With your heart about to have an attack, pumping faster than it can handle, you don't even change your clothes but put on a pair of sneakers. Running to the entrance, you only grab your keys and the black helmet from the coat rack. Wearing it, you continue the fast strides to your motorcycle. Your fingers are shaking, your throat is dry and your mind is totally blank. Turning on the engine, you speed up joining the road, knowing the way to Vicki's house better than the club's one.

You have never been a believer, but you're praying every single prayer you know. As if Bishop had confirmed to you that he is dead or about to, the day you met plays in front of your eyes like the scene of a movie. Exceeding the speed limit without caring about encountering a patrol, you cross the Calexico desert in the middle of the night. Darkness all around, with the moonlight barely illuminating your path, soon you can glimpse a row of houses, with a lot of motorbikes and a van parked there. Throwing yours to the floor after turning off the engine, you jump the stairs coming desperately into the house.

“RIZ? RIZ! DAD!”

You can't stop yelling, trying to find someone when you notice that the house is empty. All the lights are one, but there's no one inside it. Your gaze is blurred because of the bunch of tears you're uttering. Your throat now is filled up with a lot of saliva, feeling the anxiety hitting your body. Going upstairs, you open every door there. Nothing.

“RIZ! ARIZA!”

You're losing your temper, coming back to the living room to continue to the kitchen.

“DAD! DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?”

Almost choking with the tears flooding onto your lips, hiccuping with an incessant surf of pain breaking within your chest, you palm your torso and your thighs looking for your phone. But you don't have it. Remembering to have left it forgotten on your bed. Grabbing the landline and dialing the number, you wait for your father to answer. The tones pass you to the voicemail, after an endless waiting, tossing the device over the counter. You're about to falter, pressing a hand close to your collarbone. That grief feels like if something is breaking inside you into hundreds and hundreds of pieces. Turning around over your own steps, looking everywhere, you try to focus. To think about where else you can go. Your legs move this time to the rear door, straight to the back yard. The silent outside is literally killing you, touring the alley until flooding into the courtyard.

With parted lips and almost shocking, you look at the small light bulbs hanging from the walls and the trees. Frowning confused, you can't remember if that kind of lighting was there last time you came. But you don't even care. There's nothing much to roam to, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, you turn again with the intention of coming back to the house and call Bishop again. The angst is clotting the blood inside your veins, barely filling your lungs with the fresh air of the desert, trying to figure out where the hell are the crew. Their bikes are there, so they can't be too far.

“Don't hit me, please”.

At that exact moment, your heart stops pumping for two seconds. Riz is in front of you, some steps away. Both hands raised, in case he has to defend himself, and a worried gesture on his face. Your eyes travel all around his anatomy, looking for blood, a wound, anything. But he is okay. He looks like he's fine. Bowing down your head and covering your face with both hands, your loud becomes louder. You don't have to be a genius to know that your father has played a dirty and macabre game on you. The knot within your stomach disappears, but the sorrow is still installed on its mouth. Two arms embrace you slowly, feeling his fingertips sliding on your back until he can finally hold you against his chest.

“Sorry”. He whispers with a broken tone of voice. “It wasn't my idea, but… you have been a week without answering my calls or my texts… Bishop thought it was the only option to make you come”.

You don't utter a single word. You can. You're still immersed into the shock of their lies and the pain they have provoked you. And you are not sure at all about how many time you have been just like that, letting Riz hug you in silence; caressing your back, your hair, your head. Soft and gentle moves that comforts and calms you. Slowly pulling himself away, he holds your hands by intertwining his fingers with yours, guiding you to a hammock. Sitting by your side, he cleans your tears left stuck on your cheeks, and you can't help but cling your arms around his neck again. You have missed him more than anything in your life. These days without knowing anything about him, without seeing him, without hearing his voice, has been the worst time you have been through. His scent is intense, swelling up your lungs by having a deep breath of it with your nose sink on his neck. Feeling like this gesture is bringing you back to life.

Riz kisses your cheeks, your temples, your forehead, all your face. And cupping it onto his hands, with the cold rings pressed against your skin, he places his lips on yours to your surprise. But he doesn't move. He just stays like that for some seconds, after starting to peck them. You're sitting on the hammock like an effigy, trying to find a way to wake up from this dream.

“I always… carry our first... photo together… in a pocket... of the kutte… every time I go... on a run”. He confesses between short kisses, marking every inch of your lips until erasing the sad gesture installed on them. Touching your nose with his, he can finally breathe. “I don't want to live without you. You complete me, your life completes mine. There's nobody else I want to be with for the rest of my life that it isn't you. I want to hear you calling me Rizzy anytime I'm not paying attention to you. I want to wake up with you, clinged to me like a fucking koala. I want to look at you all the damn time and say shit, she chose me over everybody. And kiss you, and hug you, and love you even afterlife. You're my other half, mi vida, mi amor, el único sentido que le encuentro a la existencia”.

You are sobbing against his neck, not capable of replying any word he's saying to you. Not even when you feel who he loosens his grip, looking for something inside a pocket. Pulling himself away some inches, he takes your right hand to put a small golden ring in your finger. Pouting at him, you can see Riz softly smiling.

“I don't want to live without you”. He repeats again, leaning forward to catch your lips with his.

This time, you kiss him back, urging you to sit on his lap to surround your waist with both arms; embracing you with all his strength, believing for a moment that you two could melt into just one body.

“I'm so so—sorry”. You cry against his mouth.

“Fuck, no. It was my fault”. Riz shakes his head, cupping your cheek into his hands. “And it's not like I was let you leave my side. I would follow you till the end of times, mi amor”.

“I love you… I really do”. You mumble resting your forehead against his.

“I love you too… Even if you have fucked me up badly this last week. Maybe I deserved it for being a pendejo”.

Giggling and sniffing, you wrap his back with both arms, resting your head on his chest. Closing your eyes, feeling calmed.

“Don't kill your father, ah?” He says then, licking his bottom lip. You chuckle again.

“I will try, but I can't promise it”.

[legoshi-plz]

Late Night Visitor (Riz x Reader)

Summary: It’s late at night and Riz catches you by yourself. Looks like Herbivores aren’t his only prey. Dark!Riz x Domesticated Dog! Reader

Part Two

Warnings: Smut (NSFW +18), Dark! Non-Con. TW: For Rape, Abuse, Mention Of Past Victims, etc.

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“H-Hello?” Silence. It must have just been the wind.

You knew you shouldn’t be alone in the auditorium by yourself this late at night and that a teacher could come give you detention at any moment but you really needed to practice. Louis said the dance solo slot in the next Drama Club Showcase was as good as yours if you could prove to him you were the best dancer there. You knew you weren’t but you were the most creative by far and as long as you could perfect the routine you had fine-tuned especially for your body and capabilities, there was no way he couldn’t give it to you.

You knew there was always the possibility he wouldn’t give it to you anyway just because you were a Carnivore. Not just any Carnivore, a domesticated dog, the clumsiest your Canine clan had to offer. Certain moves that were cakewalks for the more graceful and agile Carnivores, like Juno, had you stumbling in seconds. But what you lacked in equilibrium, you made up for in determination.

The auditorium doors opened and shut. Your ears weren’t deceiving you, you definitely weren’t alone.

“Hello?” More silence.

“I know you’re there.” More silence. You walked to the front of the stage and saw a large figure standing by the door.

“I was just about to leave,” you called out in case it was a teacher. Something in the back of your mind told you if it was a teacher, they would have spoken up by now.

The figure stepped closer, approaching you slowly. Your eyes finally adjusted enough to the lack of light and you could make out who it was. It was a grizzly bear, he was in the same year as you in the Art Department of the Drama club. You were a little embarrassed to admit you didn’t really know anything about him, you had never really noticed him. What was his name again? Ralph? Razz? Rick? Ri-Riz!

“Riz, is that you?” You said lightly. He was now directly in front of you standing below the stage.

“What are you doing here all by yourself?” He asked. His voice was so friendly. You could recall speaking to him a few times before in passing, he was always so friendly. It was such a contrast to his aura, which your dog instincts found downright menacing. You scolded yourself for your own ingrained prejudice. You had to give him the benefit of the doubt, you were both Carnivores after all. If Carnivores didn’t stick up for each other, who would?

“I was just practicing. The Winter Showcase is right around the corner.” You laughed dryly. His beady eyes never left you for a second. It was unnerving.

“You shouldn’t be here all alone. There’s monsters out there.” He stepped onto the stage as if it was any other measly step and not nearly a four feet drop.

“Monsters....? Like who?” you noticed his frame, where intimidating before, was downright massive now. He hadn’t always been this big, you were sure of it. You would have noticed right?

“Like me.” Silence. More silence.

Once your mind finally wrapped around what he had said, your legs immediately took off only to have him slam you into the ground before you could even make it off the stage. When you tried to crawl away he grabbed you by your ankle and drug you back to him.

“Now you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He growled, his sharp fangs barred.

You knew occasionally when an animal was extremely desperate, they would eat other Carnivores but it was such a rare occurrence, nearly unheard of in today’s society. It was especially rare for female dogs, their meat was highly unfavorable to the palette so they were rarely devoured however they did come in as the number one demographic of victims for a.... different type of assault.

Riz ripped away your uniform, tearing it nearly to shreds. Your blood turned cold as you realized exactly what he planned to do.

“No... no Riz, please!” You begged trying to cover yourself. He chuckled then proceeded to rip your underwear off, not worried about your bra.

Domesticated Female Dogs were the number one victims of rape from male carnivores of all species. They were seen as docile, weak, and in some instances, traitors to the animal race. They were also easy targets. No one ever believed a Carnivore when they were attacked. They were supposed to be able to defend themselves right? Right?

Riz seemed intent to show you just how wrong you were.

“Please, Riz, you don’t have to do this!” You screamed thrashing beneath him. He grabbed you by your neck, lifting you slightly then slamming you back down to the ground. Your ears started ringing.

“You sure have a lot to say to me now? I can remember you not even knowing I was alive.” He grumbled, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down. Of course he went commando.

“I’m sorry! Please, let me go, I’ll do better!” You were near hysterical now, the panic having fully set in.

“Too late,” He sighed in content, ripping your legs apart and settling between then. His menacing girth already standing at attention.

He spit into his hand, pumping his swollen length then lining himself up with your entrance. He thrust once, stretching you way beyond your limit.

“Wait, please, just give me a second. You’re gonna tear me in two with that thing!” You cried, placing a hand on his stomach to try and keep him at bay.

“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, pushing more, “ but I’m not a total bastard. I’ll make you a deal, kiss me and I’ll think about going slow.”

“Y-you can’t be serious-“

“One time offer, take it or leave it,” he pushed further and you could have wept at the pain.

“Fine, fine, fine! I’ll do it, I’ll kiss you just please give me a second!” You sat up on your elbows, wondering how the hell you were going to reach up to kiss his massive form.

He leaned down to meet you halfway before murmuring, “Try anything funny and I’ll break your jaw.”

You gulped and allowed him to kiss you. Without warning, he pushed his entire length into you, making you cry out in pain. This was all the opportunity he needed to shove his tongue down your throat to silence you. Just when you thought you were about pass out from lack of oxygen, he finally let your lips go with a cocky grin.

He wasted no time pumping into you, each thrust feeling like a punch to the gut. He was way too big for the shamefully inadequate amount of prep you endured. If things were different, if the two of you were actual lovers, if he actually gave a damn about this feeling good, you knew it would. There were small wisps of pleasure mixed in with the overall guilt and pain of him fucking you and you couldn’t help but imagine how amazing this would have felt if any other circumstances had brought the two of you together. But not this. This was demeaning. This was force. This was ra-

“The least you could do is look at me when I fuck you!” Riz’s voice thundered. Your eyes shot to his hulking form sweating on top of you. Something was wrong with him, besides the fact he was forcing his dick inside you. He didn’t look like he usually did, something in him had snapped. Even his eyes, which were almost friendly twenty minutes ago, looked absolutely feral now. He almost looked... wild.

“Tell me how good this feels! Tell me how much you love this,” Riz was going at a near bone breaking speed now and you were struggling to stay in rhythm just so you could avoid the worst of his strength. He was too caught up in his own delusional fantasy to realize you were gyrating away from him.

His claws suddenly wrapped around your throat. His fangs were glistening in saliva, his entire disposition showcasing his carnal hunger.

“Do it or I’ll fucking rip your throat out?” He growled, one claw hovering over your kill point. Your body clenched in fear.

“It-It f-f-fee-“

“Louder!”

“It feels so good! Nobody’s ever fucked me like this! Your cock’s so huge! I love it!” You yelled but you were only rewarded with his muderous laughs.

“Fuck! You just got so fucking tight! That does it for you, huh? You get turned on when I threaten to kill ya?” His grip tightened on your throat, this time completely constricting your airways. You thought this was going to be the time you actually passed out but right as your vision turned tunnel, he let you go, cumming deep inside you.

“Fuuuuuuck, if I had known it was going to be that good, I would’ve done this a long time ago.” He panted on top of you. You were still gasping for air, having finally been released from his hold.

He pulled himself out of your wrecked womb and watched completely mesmerized as his cum leaked out of you. He tucked himself back into his pants and stood, adjusting his uniform.

“Tell anybody about this and I’ll have to kill you, just like I killed the last one,” Riz said casually, hopping off the stage and out the auditorium doors.

Your entire body felt grotesque. It was like your fur wasn’t your fur anymore, like your limbs weren’t even your limbs anymore. You couldn’t even bare to pick yourself up you were so ashamed. It was as if he took your body with him, as if... as if...

As if you belonged to him now.

[starrynite7114]

things you never knew: six

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“Ever needs surgery.” Bishop informed Jin as they sat at Templo. His daughter. The one he had no knowledge of till her mother came to him, begging for help. Ever had a heart condition that required multiple surgeries. Her first one was when she was only a few months old. Karina, her mother, never told Bishop about Ever, knowing that she would never fit that lifestyle. 

But things changed all the time.

“I’m willing to help you, hermano, especially after taking care of my niece. But I need a favor in return.” Jin took out his checkbook, writing a hundred thousand dollars with such ease, it made Bishop uncomfortable. “I need you to frame Ailee, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Frame Ailee?”

“Your weapons and drugs, store it in her coffee shop, I’ll call the police and take care of everything from there.”

Bishop’s stomach dropped. Ailee was the kid he watched grow up with Angel. They were two peas in a pod, hard to separate. She turned her back on the family business to stay with Angel in Santo Padre. How can he punish her for such loyalty? Then Ever flashed before his eyes, frowning at this harsh decision he was faced.

Angel and Ailee would never forgive him.

But what they don’t know won’t hurt them.

He had to do this for Ever.

“When shall I set it up?”

It broke Bishop’s heart, but he rather not cross Jin Rivera, he may be a part of a secret organization, but he knew that if he truly wanted to, he could wipe off the Mayans as if they never existed.

“You’ve made a good choice Bishop, it’s the reason you’re club president.” 

“Ailee would never forgive you if she found out.”

“Well, me and you are the only person who knows. I would never disclose this with her, so I guess it depends on you if you would.” Jin slid the check over. “Whenever you need money, I will wire it to an account. I’m here for you hermano. I know doing this to Ailee isn’t ideal, but this is the best for her. She doesn’t belong in Santo Padre. You’ve seen her abilities.”

“Just like Angel’s brother.” Bishop knew that was the main reason Jin wanted Ailee. She had photographic memory, much like EZ but it was ridiculous how well it was. He’s seen it in action before. She could memorize pages of notes and recite it back to you verbatim. Her memory was impeccable and he may have used her skills in Vegas a few times. 

“Have you told her?”

Jin sighed. “I think it’s best she never finds out.”

Bishop nodded his head. 

“If Angel wishes to send her any letters, please let me know so I can give you an address.”

“So you can intercept?”

“Ailee is better off with us. There’s nothing in Santo Padre for her.”

“Don’t you think that’s her decision to make?”

“Yes, well, that’s why I have to twist her hand. Staying in Santo Padre would put you in danger as well. Theo hasn’t made a move, but he eventually will.”

“Her half brother?”

“Theo always has an obsession with Ailee. He was the first one to figure out she had photographic memory. It’s what made him interested in her.” Jin couldn’t put his finger on it but Theo at least had some underlying mental illness that was undiagnosed. He was always a kid who kept to himself, very hard to make him smile, but when he met Ailee, he changed. He always wanted to be around her, he dotted after her. It was endearing, until he heard him scold her when she didn’t want to memorize a transcript for him. He reeled himself in, but that’s when Jin knew something was off. Jin brushed it off until one of Ailee’s teachers told her parents of her extraordinary skill. They tried to keep it from Jin, but he found out and Theo’s scolding made sense then. 

“Theo isn’t her real brother, from what you told me, it would seem to me that Ailee was beneath him.”

“That’s the thing, Theo is her actual blood brother.”

“What?” Bishop was surprised by this revelation. 

“Ailee’s biological mother is Theo’s mother. She knew her husband would kill Ailee, so she gave her to her lover. It was the time Theo’s father had a stint in jail, ten months. He never even knew she was pregnant, which was why Ailee was able to come there when she was younger.”

“And you saved the day and gave her to your brother?” Bishop snickered. “It’s not like she was any better there.”

“I don’t expect for you to understand our methods, but my brother and sister in law loved Ailee in their own way.”

“Do you love Ailee?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

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Angel chuckled as Officer Rogan made his way out of Vicky’s place after another shot rang out. After his sit down with Ailee earlier, he definitely needed some R&R and Vicky’s place was the place to get it.

“How was your talk with Lee?” EZ questioned as he took Gilly’s seat on the table.

“It was fine,” Angel shook his head, letting go of the girl that was standing beside him. It felt odd talking about Ailee while he was holding another woman. 

EZ wanted to discuss Melody, to learn about his niece, but he knew this was hardly the time and place. 

“So is she as psychotic as Vince made her out to be?”

“No,” Angel sighed. “I don’t know.” How could he even determine that? When he spoke to her, she was different, but it’s been five years. He was certain whatever Maquina had her doing, it changed her. He saw the scars all over her hands, but they weren’t much. 

Maybe he was still in denial?

“Did you ever watch the tapes Vince sent you?”

Vince sent Creeper tapes when this whole ordeal started. He wanted to show him just how heartless his sister had become, that maybe if Angel saw it, he would understand just how far the deep end she had gone. But who was he to judge someone? He wasn’t an angel himself.

“No, did you?”

“I did,” EZ nodded his head. “Shit in there is fucking brutal man, I don’t know how she can fucking sleep at night.”

“Worse than what we saw with the samoan?”

“She’s up to par with Galindo,” EZ wasn’t exaggerating, he watched one of Ailee’s men skin a guy alive as Ailee watched. She didn’t blink, flinch or anything, she just watched as the man cried in agony. She burned the body afterwards with a fucking lighter. 

“You two talking about Baby Lee?” Coco questioned. “I can’t believe her kill count,” Coco shook his head. It’s not like he didn’t think women were capable of killing, but this was Ailee, it hit too close to home. 

“None of us can.” Creeper chimed in. He had a talk with his cousins afterwards, who wanted to talk to him about Ailee’s daughter, Melody. They requested for him to keep things between them as Ailee didn’t want anyone to know about her daughter till she was ready. But he was family, so they had to tell him. This, they couldn’t keep from him, but Ailee becoming one of them, they totally could keep for years. He wasn’t happy with them, but right now, he had to play their game in order to get through Ailee. 

They focused on the poker game then, messing with Creeper who was obviously taking his sweet ass time to recover. Angel couldn’t blame him, he wouldn’t mind being in here and not dealing with all the webs they had entangled. He knew no secret could remain a secret for long, but man was he hoping that many things remained a secret. 

There was a knock on the door that broke everyone from their reverie. They didn’t expect anyone else to come unless Frankie was standing by his threat earlier. Riz went to the door, opening it and found Jin Rivera with Ailee trailing behind him. Angel immediately moved away from the woman that was standing beside him causing EZ, Gilly, and Coco to laugh at his failed attempt to look innocent in front of a woman who more than likely didn’t even notice the other woman. 

“Jin, what are you doing here?” Bishop questioned, making his way over to the door. 

“We heard gunshots, thought it came from here.” They all knew it was a lie, but it was good enough for Vicky and the girls to clear the room. 

“Just roaming around the neighborhood?” Bishop quirked an eyebrow. He looked over at Ailee who was watching Jin’s back, a gun in her hand, an assault rifle to be more exact. 

“Scouting,” Jin shrugged. “Do you know how far it is from here?”

“Maybe a few miles,” Riz estimated. “You guys going hunting?”

“Something like that,” Jin turned to Ailee who remained by the open doorway, he whispered a few words to her before turning back to the MC. “Vicky’s neighbors, do they carry guns?” The MC could see Ailee take out her cell phone and step away from her uncle. Angel wanted to go after her, but he didn’t want to bypass Jin. 

“They’re all about guns,” Tranq chuckled. He eyed Ailee’s gun, brows furrowing. Were they going to waste the Reid family? “You two going to need some help?”

“No, I have Lee,” Jin turned back to Ailee who was still on the phone. “Figured you guys would be here, we were headed to Vicky’s neighbors when we heard the shots.”

“What business do you have with them?” Taza questioned. 

Ailee stepped into view once again behind her uncle. They noticed that she was wearing an all black get up. “We heard about their patriotism, wanted to check it out.” She smirked. “I’ll leave you here, I’ll go survey the area. Any tunnels nearby?”

“No,” Bishop answered, giving Jin a questioning look. “You’re sniffing in our backyard, I feel that we have the right to know what the hell is going on?”

“We have a colleague here, just want to make sure he’s safe.” Ailee answered for Jin. “You boys have a great night, remember to wrap it up.” She winked at them before making her way out of the door again.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Angel followed after her then, not letting her uncle or any of his brothers eyes bother him. 

“To do my job, Ignacio,” he cringed at her choice of name, indicating she was not exactly happy with his outburst.

“The fuck you are,” he caught up to her, grabbing her arm. He turned her towards him and placed his other hand on her other arm. “You can’t go out there alone, it’s dark, you hate the dark.” It was idiotic reasoning he knew that, but it was what he came up with.

“Can’t hate the dark when you’ve let it consume you.” She shrugged off his grip then. She took out some glasses from her jacket and put it on. 

“At this time at night? Baby, you don’t know what’s out there.”

“I’ve dealt with worst, I’m just scouting the area Angel, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No.”

“That wasn’t a fucking choice.” 

“Angel,” they both turned towards the house and found Bishop and Jin standing by the stairs. “Let her go, she needs to work.”

“Prez, we can’t let her go out there alone, I don’t give a fuck what we read on that report, but she isn’t going out there by herself.”

“She’s one of my best Angel, it would be insulting if I didn’t let her go by herself.” Jin reasoned.

Angel wasn’t budging and Ailee knew there was no way she was leaving unless he was going with her. 

“Can you just show him the feed so he can see I’m alive?” Ailee offered. She knew Angel’s protectiveness came from their years together and Melody. She always thought of Melody, which was why she wasted everyone to assure her survival. 

“What feed?” Angel turned to her. 

Ailee pointed at her eye. “I’m wearing a camera, it’s connected to my uncle’s phone. You can watch me while I survey the area. I’m sure the cops are already at the area where the shooting happened, I just need to see if an acquaintance of ours is around as well.” 

“And who is that acquaintance?” 

“None of your fucking business.” Ailee turned around then, making her way in the desert. “Liv, drone nearby?” 

“Way ahead of you.” Olivia replied, the buzzing of the drone was heard by Ailee as it went in front of her, the line at the belly of the drone providing some light for Ailee in the distance. “We need to clean the area before the cops see that body, Cole’s acquaintances are becoming a liability.” 

Ailee took out her guns. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “We waste these guys soon. Place a call to Cole.” 

“Hold.” Olivia’s drown went further, leaving Ailee in the dark. The flashback hitting her before she could even control it. 

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“Theo please, open the door.” Ailee tried her best to control her tears, but she couldn’t. 

“We cannot let fear overcome us.” Theo’s voice resounded through the empty chamber he created for Ailee. 

No windows. 

No source of light whatsoever.

Every six nights, Theo locked her in, to get her used to the dark. To acclimate to the dark. To face her fears.

“And why do we face our fears?”

“Because a killer fears nothing.”

“There is nothing frightening about the dark, Ailee. The dark enables you to become invisible, to kill people without being seen. Once our plan is in motion, you can kill our competitors without being detected and you can take your rightful place beside me.” 

The dark was consuming, suffocating Ailee as if she had no escape. She sat down, closing her eyes, sitting crossed legged. She tried to calm her breathing, zoning out the voices in her head telling her that there was something lurking around her. 

Theo was conditioning her to become something she never wanted to become.

If she wanted to survive, she had to do it.

So she could see Angel again.

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“Ailee!” Olivia’s screaming broke her out of her reverie.

“Sorry.” Ailee sighed, scolding herself for letting such a memory befall on her when she was all alone in the middle of the desert. 

“It’s the memory again?”

“What memory?” Angel’s voice ran through the comms pissing of Ailee.

“What is this? He’s not a part of Maquina.” Ailee hissed.

“I gave him permission.” Jin informed her. “Have you seen the body?”

“No point on going, the cop is there.” Olivia informed them.

“Ailee, retreat, we’ll handle this tomorrow.” Jin was not pleased, that much Ailee could tell.

Fucking Cole.

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Ailee looked at the car that parked beside her in the outskirts of Santo Padre. 

Pure desert. 

She slipped out of her car along with Andrew and Janine behind her, their guest slipped out of theirs. 

“Cole, I told you those racist motherfuckers were going to make too much noise.” Janine immediately went in, making Cole chuckle.

“In my defense, Andrew led them my way.”

“Hey fuck you, you trying to say I’m racist?” Andrew glared at the man before him.

Cole rolled his eyes. “Ease up Ukraine, I was joking.” He looked over at Ailee. “Can I at least get a hello or some shit? I’ve had to deal with these imbeciles for seven fucking months, I deserve some appreciation.”

Ailee rolled her eyes and gave her old mentor a hug. Cole was a part of Maquina and ran the military division. He recruited in the military, training them as mercenaries for Maquina and other personal contractors who wanted their services. 

“I had to neck check your baby daddy, but I figured that’s not an issue since I heard about you twos fight the other day.” Janine and Andrew chuckled at Cole’s words. Ailee looked over at them and they immediately went mum, looking anywhere but her. “He needs to mind his business Lee.” 

“Technically, drug trafficking is their business.” Ailee sighed. “You have to waste them, they’ve out served their purpose. Uncle Jin is sniffing around now.”

“Can’t you do the clean up? I have business in Los Angeles the next few days.”

“We’re not doing your bitch work for you.” Janine scoffed. 

“It’s not bitch work, thought you would be itching to put a bullet in someone. How long has it been? Four months?” Cole questioned. “I’m gift wrapping them for you, waste them and I’ll consider us even for Morocco.”

“This hardly makes us even, Morocco was a fucking shit show.” Janine snapped. 

“Olivia is alive isn’t she?” 

“Yeah, well she almost fucking died, so you should waste them for us and we call it even.” Ailee interjected before Janine could reply. “It’s an order Cole, as your commanding officer, you should waste the Reid family.” 

“Well, as my commanding officer, you should help clean up my mess that I pursued at your behest, so I guess that puts it out of my hands.” Cole smirked. “Come on Lee, I got family business in Los Angeles, I would do it otherwise, especially with how much they’ve irritated me these last few days.’

“This doesn’t happen again, next time you pick some racist bastards, at least be smart about it. Oh that’s right, white supremacy is hardly intelligent.” 

“You’re fucking telling me.” Cole shook his head. “So, how was the talk?”

Ailee rolled her eyes groaning. “Not fucking you too.” Andrew and Janine laughed. 

“Hey, I’m glad Mel got to finally meet her father.” Cole knew of the situation with Ailee and Angel. He was sent here a few times to try and sway Ailee to Maquina. He saw the potential in her, that killer instinct was second to none. But at the same time, he knew why it was so hard to sway her. Losing your soul was a big part of becoming a killer. The less empathic and merciful you were, the better. Ailee was incredibly empathic and she hated the thought of becoming a killer. 

Then he ran into her after Melody was born and it was a different fucking person. He watched all two hundred something kills. It wasn’t that it shook him, killing was a part of his job. But to see how she turned from this young woman who was against everything Maquina stood for to becoming the top dog? It was an eerie sight.

“So am I.” Ailee kept it short, she didn’t owe anyone any explanation when it came to Angel. “So, any intel?” Even though she fabricated the whole thing regarding Theo, it seemed that Theo has been sniffing around in Mexico, just not as worrying as she reported to her uncle. 

“He provided the weapons for the Reid family. They apparently bought it from a third party who has been distributing Theo’s weapons in America.” Cole opened his trunk and inside were ten cases of guns, all high power rifles that should not be used by civilians. There was no reason for civilians to have such high-power automated weapons.

“Do we know the third party?” 

“Yeah, Miguel Galindo.”

“Galindo? I thought he was all about the heroin?” Andrew looked over at Ailee who shrugged.

“I don’t have any care for the Galindo’s, but now, they’ve just appeared on my radar.” Ailee shook her head. “It can’t be Galindo. He might sell him weapons, but Galindo is far too preoccupied with heroin.”

“It’s the Sons of Anarchy.” Cole ran his hand over his head. “The IRA gets their weapons from Defande. It’s the sons.”

“What is up with motorcycle clubs? Are we missing something?” Janine questioned.

“Inconspicuous. They know how to hide things. No one actually believes they’re motorcycle enthusiasts, which is why they’re so good at hiding things.” Ailee explained. “But they’re sloppy and drink far too much alcohol, we can train people better to work under our command than use them.” Ailee knew this wasn’t true, but she much rather not involve them.

“We’ll waste them tonight.”

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The Mayans moved closer to the house, the eerie silence was slightly unnerving. All the lights were on, their vehicles were all here, yet, there was no sound coming from anywhere. 

They heard the shots, Dennis screaming as the shots rang out. 

“Get the fuck away from me!” They heard him shout as the front door opened.

They all watched as Dennis ran out, the person following him lifted their Mk 18, a gun Coco immediately recognized. It was deadly, efficient and light, making it quite easy to use. The gun was resting against their shoulder, stabilizing the gun. Before they could even blink, a few rounds rang out, Dennis almost immediately falling to the ground. The Mayans all pointed their gun at the shooter, their face covered by a black ski mask, blacked out glasses covering their eyes.  The shooter looked at them, as they took off their glasses, slipping it in their pocket.

Angel knew those eyes anywhere.

“River, the house is cleared. Cleaners are on their way.” They heard a voice come from inside the house.

“Who the fuck are you?” Bishop demanded, his AK 47 pointed towards the shooter’s head.

“Ailee.” All the Mayans turned towards Angel when he uttered her name.

Ailee took off her ski mask and the collective gasp that the Mayan men took was nothing short of impressive. 

Angel was right.

Ailee smirked, tucking her ski mask in her back pocket. “Good evening boys, hunting?”

They watched as three people came out behind her two women and a man. EZ locked eyes with Olivia, shocked to find her in black gear like the rest of the people with her.

“Did you find it?” Ailee’s eyes remained on the Mayans as she asked her team behind her.

Andrew’s eyes remained on the Mayans, unsure of what to make of the situation. It wouldn’t be difficult to eliminate them, but he knew they were familiar with Ailee. 

“Nothing of significance. Is there a problem here?”

“Yes, there is, you’re in our backyard without our knowledge.” Bishop was surprised to see Ailee coming out of the house, even more so when she killed Dennis in cold blood.

“I wasn’t aware we needed permission to be in Santo Padre.” Janine scoffed, the gun pointed on the men on the left side of Ailee while Andrew’s gun was pointed at the right side of Ailee.

“Olivia, what the fuck is going on here?” EZ demanded.

Ailee felt for Olivia, knowing this wasn’t exactly how she wanted EZ to find out. Angel couldn’t believe Ailee was holding a fucking gun. Whenever they would go to a carnival, she would struggle tremendously with shooting games. 

Now, she not only exhibited perfect aim, she was so comfortable with the gun.

“EZ, I can explain, right now just isn’t the right time.” Olivia grimaced, not knowing how she could even begin to explain their current situation. 

“Take Olivia to the car.” Ailee ordered, making an out for Olivia. 

Janine looked at the Mayans at her side then at Ailee. “Are these the men you were involved with?”

“Yes, now go.” 

Janine led Olivia to the car, EZ making a move to  follow after her, but the red dot on his forehead made Bishop halt his steps.

“Ailee, what the fuck is going on here?” It was now Angel who demanded some answers. Bishop, Hank and Taza all knew what was going on. Their hunch was all but confirmed. The information that they were fed by Ailee’s brother’s didn’t sink in, almost impossible for them to think that Ailee was crafted onto the perfect killing machine, but it made sense. Everyone knew of Ailee’s difficult childhood. 

Things just fell into place.

“My brother fed you the information, you’re not an idiot, you know what’s going on.” Ailee turned to Andrew, gesturing for him to stand down. “Go to the car, we have to go to San Diego to be debriefed. Cole will meet us there.” The Mayans eyebrows furrowed, it was odd to hear Ailee speak a foreign language. It wasn’t Spanish or English that was for sure.

Angel and EZ weren’t surprised. They knew Ailee was fluent in many languages and it made that much more sense now.

“I suggest that you make scarce of yourselves before our cleaners get here. They’ll be here in thirty minutes.” Ailee advises them. “You are quite welcome for handling your,” she paused, looking back at the house, “patriotism problem.”

“Ailee, this is fucking insane, you wasted at least ten people in there.” Riz couldn’t believe the young woman who refused to kill a fucking cockroach just killed a grown man with no qualms. And this was saying if they killed the others, Dennis may have been the only one they killed. 

“Seven, Cole took care of Alice and well, you saw what happened to Dennis.” The way she said it so nonchalantly, it caused chills to run up and down their spines. This wasn’t the Ailee they knew, it was fucking surreal.

“You're tying up loose ends. Who do you work for?” Gilly questioned.

“I could tell you, but I would have to kill you all.” The sinister smile on Ailee’s face made her even more unrecognizable. “Have a good rest of the night gentlemen. Enjoy Vicky’s.” She winked at Angel, following her colleagues to the vehicle. 

EZ attempted to follow after Olivia, but Angel stopped him.

“Don’t, this is uncharted territory, we’ll talk to them both later.” Angel advised his younger brother. He was brimming with anger right now. Things were making sense. He used to laugh when Ailee would talk about a secret government agency that her tio ran whenever she had a little too much to drink. Angel didn’t believe her before, but now, things were clicking. The bruises, the injuries, the secrecy.

Ailee truly did sell her soul.

And now, Angel had to do everything in his power to get it back. 

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Olivia walked up the stairs begrudgingly, not knowing how to fix things with EZ. He rarely became upset at her, but this time was different. She kept this secret from him and it was just something she had to do. EZ couldn't be told about Maquina, it was for his own safety. The less people who knew about it, the better they fair. 

Opening the door, she sighed and took off her shoes by the door, closing it behind her. She locked it and made her way towards the kitchen to make herself a beverage. She walked past the living room and was startled when the lights went on. Her gun was immediately drawn out, but her gun went down when she saw who she was pointing it at. 

"EZ, Jesus Christ, I could have killed you." Olivia put her gun away. "Are you taking a play from Angel's playbook now?"

EZ couldn't believe that his sweet, innocent Olivia knew how to hold a fucking gun. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" EZ didn't want to beat around the bush. He didn't feel betrayed, well, maybe he did, but in some ways he understood why she kept it from him. 

"Does that matter now?" Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not going to apologize for not telling you,I had to do it."

"Can you apologize at least for never telling me that you could just disappear from the face of the earth without any fucking explanation at any given moment?" EZ frowned. "With Ailee, it made sense, her fucking parents trained her to be a killer, but you, it makes no fucking sense."

Olivia knew he wouldn't be happy if he found out the reason she worked for Maquina. But she figured she might as well rip the bandaid off. "I worked for Maquina to give you protection. They would have killed you. So I offered my services to Jin in exchange for your protection in jail."

Silence. 

EZ just looked at her, unsure of what to say.

“What?” 

Olivia walked over to EZ, unsure how close she should be. She wasn’t afraid of EZ hurting her, she just wanted to give him space.

“Liv, how could,” EZ stood up, shaking her head as Olivia tried to step closer to him. “How could you do that? Why would you sacrifice that for me?”

“Because you would have never survived inside EZ. They would have killed you.” Olivia remembered that dread she felt at the pit of her stomach as soon as the guilty verdict was given. She wrapped her arms around herself, the whole thing coming back to her.

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“Mr. Rivera, Ailee isn’t here.” Olivia informed Jin as she opened the door for him.

He walked in their shared apartment, impressed with the decorations the two had done.

“I didn’t come for her.” He turned around to face Olivia and smiled, it should have been sinister but it was friendly, welcoming. “I came for you.”

“Me? What can you possibly want from me?”

“I’m all about partnerships. I scratch your back, you protect mine.” Jin began. “I’m well aware that EZ has been incarcerated for killing a police officer. You know he would never survive in jail.”

EZ had been in jail for two years now.

“He’s in solitary confinement, they can’t harm him there.”

“The guards can.”

Olivia felt nauseous, her stomach grumbling at the possibility of EZ being killed. Her heart rate quickened, all these scenarios playing in her mind. Jin knew what he was doing, a true mastermind at manipulation. 

“I can offer him protection, he would go crazy in solitary confinement. But I can get him protection to assure that he would never be harmed.”

Olivia knew his game.

For some time, he has been trying to recruit her brilliant mind to Maquina. She had always been reluctant and now, he had the perfect bargaining chip.

“I will provide protection for EZ if you come and work for Maquina. Five years in exchange of a lifetime of protection for EZ.” 

Olivia couldn’t believe she was cornered, but she couldn’t bear the thought of EZ being harmed in jail, or worse dying.

“I’ll do it. I’ll work for Maquina.”

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“He manipulated you, just like he did Lee.” EZ breathed out, his chest tightening.

“He did, but I wanted to make sure you were protected.” Olivia looked up at him, tears in her eyes. 

EZ sighed. He didn’t need her to do this, he did need her to make another sacrifice for him.

“Liv, how many years did you exchange for my protection?” EZ sat on her couch. 

“5 years.”

“Your 5 years has been up.”

“It has, but it’s not so bad to work for Maquina, it’s steady income and I work mostly with Ailee.” Olivia stayed for Ailee, once she walked away, she was done too.

“I want you to leave,  put in your resignation letter and walk away.” EZ didn’t need her to work for Maquina anymore. He didn’t care if Olivia was staying for Ailee, she’s put herself at risk enough. She was done with this. 

“I can’t do that EZ, I told you, I work for Ailee, I’m not going to walk away from her.” Olivia sighed. “I get it EZ, you’re worried, but I can assure you I’m safe. I mostly stay back and hardly do field work.”

“Why were you there tonight?” He looked up at her. 

“Um, they had to use me as bait so Dennis would open the door.” Olivia sighed. “Look, I was never in danger and I know how to defend myself.”

“I don’t five a fuck if you can, point is, you shouldn’t be in that position in the first place. I’ll talk to Ailee if that’s what you’re afraid of.” 

“I’m not afraid of Ailee, she’s my best friend, my sister, I stay for her. You don’t have the right to dictate my life Ezekiel. I get it, you’re worried, but this doesn’t concern you. This is my job and unless you can pay my bills, then you need to stay out of it.” Olivia stood in front of him, arms crossed on her chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I’m not sorry I took the job. It kept you safe and it continues to keep you safe.”

EZ closed his eyes, not liking that Olivia couldn’t be swayed.

“Once you take down Miguel for the DEA, I’ll quit Maquina and we can start anew somewhere, anywhere. I’ll wipe your records clean, you can start fresh.” Olivia never told him this part of her plan. She wanted to get him away from Santo Padre, to give him another chance at the life he lost. 

“You’ve given up so much for me Olivia.”

“You’re my best friend Ezekiel, you would do the same for me.” Olivia sighed. “You were here for me when my mom left me at sixteen years old, you’re my only family now.” 

EZ stood up, walked over to Olivia and wrapped his arms around her. The faster he could get the information for the DEA, the better it would be. As much as he didn’t want to leave Santo Padre behind, he always found that he had a place in Olivia’s life, she helped him center himself when he felt that he lost everything while in incarceration. 

She’s made enough sacrifices for him and he would handle everything now. 

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Angel parked his bike, taking off his helmet. He took it with him as he walked towards the front door, Ailee’s empty eyes still haunting him. The door opened before he could knock, Vince opened the door for him. 

“You owe me for this.”

“I owe you?”

“Right.” Vince sighed as he closed the door. “No amount of apologies will ever suffice, I get it, but just thread carefully, things are different now.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Angel placed his helmet on the table by the front door. “Where is she?”

“Upstairs, last door at the end of the hallway. Melody is sleeping in her room. I’m not sure if Ailee is still awake or not, but just in case, I didn’t let you in.” 

Angel nodded his head before going up the stairs. After seeing that whole scene at the ranch, Angel immediately called Vince, he wanted to speak to Ailee, to be with her. Even though he watched her kill a man, it didn’t phase him. He knew what they did to her and he was gonna try his best to get her back.

He turned the doorknob and was happy it was unlocked. The room was slightly illuminated by a night light, which didn’t surprise Angel. Closing the door behind him, he locked the door. Toeing off his shoes beside the couch in her room, he took off his clothing as quietly as possible. He was left with his muscle shirt and boxers. Going to the left side where he usually slept, he tried to go in as carefully as possible, but he knew Ailee was a light sleeper. He wrapped his arms around her, knowing it could be a risk, but he didn’t give a fuck.

Ailee knew Angel was here. She wasn’t an idiot, she heard the bike and no one else would come here so late at night. She was drained and with every kill she took, the more her soul was chipped. She could give in for one night.

She missed Angel.

She wouldn’t get this opportunity again.

Turning around to her side, she wrapped her arms around Angel. 

“I love you Lee, I know you can hear me. You may not want to fight for us, but I will. You’re still you Lee, you’re still the girl I fell in love with and wanted to marry.” Angel said to her. “It’s you, me and Melody, that’s all we need. Come home, come home to me.”

Ailee remained quiet, just burying herself in Angel’s arms, the familiar warmth making her cry. For years she yearned for Angel’s warm embrace, especially during the times she wanted to give up after all the blood she shed. She wanted Angel’s warmth when she would become frustrated of being alone while caring for Melody. She wanted his warmth when she would go to Melody’s appointments, hoping her little girl would be able to hear her voice one day. She wanted his warmth when she recovered from an attack Theo orchestrated in an attempt to kidnap Melody.

Every day, Ailee was reminded of the choices she made. Reminded of the abnormal situation she had with her family.

And every day, she was reminded that while she may dislike greatly what Maquina required of someone, she saw how beneficial it was to be a part of such an organization.

She couldn’t let Angel get sucked into this.

She couldn’t let Melody live a life like she lived.

She made the decision then that she would leave Melody with Angel and she would do what she did best.

Kill people to protect the ones she loves.

To love and watch them from afar since it was the best thing she could do for them. They shouldn’t have to pay for her sins and choices. 

It would destroy her, but losing them due to her sins would kill her.

[jamiebluewind]

Character Descriptions for Fantasy High 2.9!

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As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out!

Warning: trauma, abuse, mental abuse, neglect, starvation, manipulation, memory loss mention, dark themes, isolation, imprisonment, fantasy racism, vomit mention (please let me know if I missed any)

All pronounciations typed out have a rolled R.

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Facts

The party is currently at 44,100 exp. each. Next level is at 48,000 (which will probably take 3 more big battles, 2 if Brennan is super generous with RP awards).

Abernant family had all their land and wealth reclaimed by The Court of Stars for their treachery and failure to prevent a war with Solace. Elianwyn committed treason and betrayal as well.

To save Adaine, the group decided to break up into 3 teams: Pylon 1 (Ragh, Tracker, Cathilda, and Sandra Lynn), Pylon 2 (Gorgug, Fabian, and Riz), and Recovery (Ayda, Fig, and Kristen). Team 1 and 2 would simultaneously take out the pylons. Then, the recovery team would go in (invisible and/or disguised) and gets Adaine and Aelwyn. They would all meet back at Van where they would most likely use Ayda's teleport to leave Fallinel (or regroup to plan their next move).

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New Characters

Tell-ah-mine Low-men-el-da

Fabian's grandpapa

Tall elf with regal green robes, a silver circlet, long platinum white blond hair with a widows peak, and shimmering blue eyes

Crinkle in the corners of his eyes shows his age in sort of an Elrond way. He look of a dude in his late 40s/early 50s who took excellent care of his body and kept it tight

Moves with supernatural grace

Can turn into silver sand and float away

Has no concept of what time means

Obsessed with the fact that his grandson will die before him (Your human blood has brought mortality to this family. You will one day die.)

Offers to send word to an elf who is a fabled eye smith who lives on the high mountains at the heart of Fallinel that can craft a working eye (from songs, whispers, beams of moonlight, jeweled edges of the blue of the sea, and shimmering poems pulled from the ether itself) for Fabian, but has no clue how long it will take (a moment, a year, or a hundred years).

Can't pronounce words in common very well, especially words he's never heard before (which delights Fabian and pisses off Gorgug)

Calls Fabian Aramais Seacaster fa-bee-ahn ah-rye-ah-my-ess Seacaster (which might actually be the proper pronouncations of his name in that region as "Seacaster" was said correctly and that's how all the other elves say his name as well) and calls Hallariel ha-lair-ee-el

Weeps without moving his face, but also sometimes makes a soft eeehhhh sound when he cries (at one point he cried over a drop of water)

Gifted stewardship of Khy-low Meh-new-rah 3000 years ago after he crafted The Sword of the North Star (he was the smith of fung-dran-ghoor) for the ancient king of Fallinel Th-wrist-win Eversong.

"Without the Elven Oracle, we are lost."

Saw the Abernants as power hungry and cruel and can't understand why they would leave Fallinel. He found Anguin in particular to be a crass and small man with no nobility, only a thirst for power.

Thinks Riz has a harsh energy, is "a little dick", and calls him "a strange green mouse thing"

Got physically ill when a gun was explained to him, calling it gross and some dwarven kind of thing before vomiting which he turns into a flock of white crows

Vhan-lair-ee-el

Fabian's aunt

Tried to heal Fabian's pneumonia with elvan singing

Said "I have failed" when her singing doesn't work before she fades into starlight and vanishes

Hal-door-in and [unnamed youth]

Elven teens in white linen shorts arguing because [unnamed] believes Hal-door-in took his lute.

Calmed by a distant song which stopped their fight.

Faf-threth-riel

Lithe elven youth (around 17 or 18 years old) with a blond mop of hair covering one eye

Bakes elven whey bread

Lived a sheltered life

Ragh was the first half-orc he met

Mostly into Ragh due to Ragh being half orc, excessively talking about his green skin (like the boughs of a tree leafy, my leafy man), being big and beefy (your legs are like the mighty trunks of trees), was really into rage (like when Ragh punched a seat cushion) to the point of it making Ragh uncomfortable

Sang in bed

Treth-thren-ren

Elven youth who does morning dance yoga

Tried to get Fabian to eat a grape

Oak Warriors

Elemental plant based automaton soldiers made of pure magic

Look like 8 foot tall green men with leaves coming from their faces

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Changes to Established Characters

Aelwyn

Matted long blond hair

Dry skin, chapped colorless lips, and thick bags under her eyes

Severely dehydrated and trance deprived (probably hasn't been allowed to trance for nearly a year)

5 points of exhaustion. Only magic is keeping her from going to the 6th level and dying.

Her "room" is a large large beautiful elven chamber with silver and marble. Ambiant light glows from the white stone.

Trapped inside a 15 foot diameter orb that's constantly turning so she can't trance

Crawling on hands and knees while trapped, shaking with the effort

Doesn't give Adaine up to Kear

Can still remember how to cast the message cantrip

Feels strange and addled (unable to think clearly; confused), can't remember what's real or imagined anymore, doesn't clearly remember what happened in her past (including what she did to get imprisoned), and forgets what she and Adaine have already talked about (causing a lot of reputation).

Thinks her parents "tried their best they could" and that "they expected quite a lot of us, but isn't that what- doesn't that... didn't that make us great?" (possibly due to something her father said or did since her imprisonment as it echoes a few things he's said)

Gilear

Looks scruffy (from not shaving), dirty, and has pit stains

Somehow didn't mess up being diplomatic with Fabian's grandpapa

Unbuttons the top button on his shirt when he "lets loose"

To Fig about Sandra Lynn and Garthy: Are you aware of such... hanky panky?

Learning of Sandra Lynn's infidelity with Garthy "Honestly? Perhaps this is... fucked up. It makes me feel... like there wasn't something uniquely wrong with me. Maybe a tiny little w for Gilear."

Spent the night walking through the forest with Hallariel's father, reciting poetry (badly)

To Fabian after Hallariel's father threw up "You're low and he's low. It's Gilear's day baby! It's Gilear's day."

Tried to ask Hallariel's father for her hand, but even though Fig gave him bardic inspiration and Riz helped by covering Fabian's mouth, he failed... so much. ("Lord Tell-ah-mine of Khy-low Meh-new-rah I like you am-" *makes himself throw up* "We get it. We both get it. We... We're the throw up boys." *passes out*)

Ayda

Hid in the van the entire visit

Might have rejection sensitive dysphoria (which is common in those with autism or ADHD)

Did a sending spell to Zelda for Gorgug for 150 gold (after reminding him that she very much does not like anyone in her debt or visa versa)

Offered to exact vengeance on Zelda for Gorgug

Is powerful enough to know teleport and learn plane shift (so level 13 or higher)

Stated that Adaine is her best friend and decides that since Fig is also Adaine's best friend, by the transitive property she is best friends with Fig as well (and Fig agreed). Learning this, she says "Fantastic. I grow richer by the day. I'm emotional." before starting to cry fire "I'm emotional. I'm gonna fly away." She then flew away, returning after she had calmed down.

Ragh

Ate grapes and started burping musical notes after he left Khy-low Meh-new-rah.

Lost his virginity to Faf-threth-riel who then got creepy and kinda racist, making Ragh very uncomfortable (and want to get out of there asap)

Fabian

Lost both points of exhaustion thanks to the 8000 thread count elven sheets (did they get to keep the sheets or at least one sheet for help with exhaustion?)

Felt really good when he tried out dance yoga, even wondering if he should be some kind of yoga dancer instead of a fighter (how about a whirling dervish dancer like Cathilda?)

The grapes he put in his pocket (after refusing to eat them) turned into song

Indifferent towards saving Aelwyn and doesn't want to be on the retrieval team

When he started feeling anxious about the Aelwyn stuff, Riz told him to lose himself in dancing again to feel free (Riz: You are the only one that I wanna see dancing right now.) It made him feel much better.

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Other Characters

Adaine

Taken by Court of Stars

Her jacket and spellbook were taken

Trapped in an orb which is soft and doesn't hurt her, but the constant movement of its slow turning doesn't allow her to be still or trance

The walls of her room glow with runes and there are many perminant magical effects, making her captors capable of some crazy things (like prepared directional counter spells), but the setup wouldn't counter cantrips

Escaped the orb with dispel magic (dc 15) which makes a couple counter spells go off and an alarm sound

Hid in Aelwyn's room. The sister's spoke before she was recaptured and placed back in her orb. Adaine told Aelwyn that she was going to get her out

Discovered that her room was close enough to Aelwyn to talk to her via the message cantrip

Repeatedly cast Ray of Frost to turn her orb into a slip and slide to stay entertained

Instead of speaking to her father in elvish, she responded in common. Also cast Tasha's Hideous Laughter on him.

Anguin and Kear said she would be executed for treason for staying in Solace and refusing to cooperate. She demanded a lawyer and then the Ambassador to Solace, citing her age and being a student at Augefort Adventuring Academy which summoned a recorded hologram of Arthur Augefort.

Arthur Augefort

Has a recorded hologram that is activated when a student claims the need of his diplomatic help in foreign affairs.

It threatens the listeners with graphic and terrifying violence and doom, giving them the options of either rectify the actions that summoned him (Yes) or refuse and welcome the aforementioned punishment for their actions (No).

Gorgug

Fabian's grandfather called him Jhor-judge

Finally got a message to Zelda via Ayda using her sending spell (Zelda. Safe in Fallinel. Gonna finish cell tower soon. Sorry about everything, but hope your break is going well in spite of this. Miss you.) and got a reply the next morning a little while after waking up (Sorry. Was at a party. You don't have to build a cell tower. That's crazy. It's all whatever Gorgug. I don't blame you.)

Didn't sleep well, but still got the benefit of a full night's sleep due to elven sheets.

Kristen

Got in a fight with Tracker and then got 3 nat 1s on persuasion checks when she tried to make up with her.

Slept in Adaine's room

Doesn't know how to make a cell tower

Took one of the 40 to 50 foot long diaphanous silk scarves with her

Gave (inspiring?) speech ending with "Friendship is thinker than water and we need water to live." which gave everyone 11 temp hit points

Accidentally called Pok a "smiling elf" and then blew it off as being due to her being human

Can now see Shadow Cat in the picture (along with Tracker, Sandra Lynn, Garthy, Riz, and Sklonda and possibly the dead cambian, Pok, Jace, and Adaine's mom) and reacted by saying "Was I spooning the cat all night in the milk!?"

Sandra Lynn

Dropped out senior year and got her diploma after the fact to join an adventuring party

Joined as a replacement member for an existing adventuring party that was already active in the world and included an older much more powerful married couple.

Fresh out of high school, fell in love with one person from the couple (nonbinary or gender intentionally hidden) who "did not treat her very kindly"

When it all came out, she was ejected from the adventuring party, her romantic partner took great pains to smear her name (so no one would accept her), no other party would take her as a replacement, and she was forced to become a Celesian Ranger

Gilear knows who the couple were, but doesn't want to tell Fig (could she know the people involved?)

Key-heir/Khear

Child-like elven maiden with long brown braided hair, a white gown, and a large staff.

When confronted by Arthur Augefort's hologram, she chose to not heed his warnings.

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Weekend Top Ten #347

Top Ten Actors Who Could Play Dracula

News that erstwhile Sherlock scribes Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss are going to be writing a new adaptation of Dracula for the BBC is rather exciting. Gatiss has prior with horror, obviously, and clearly they’re both fond of Victorian fiction, with Moffat’s Doctor going there quite often and knocking about with reptilian lesbians and their alien butlers (adherence to historical accuracy not necessarily high on the agenda over at Chez Who).

Obviously me being me, my first thought upon hearing this was to wonder who could fill the lush velvet cape of the Prince of Darkness himself. There is a long, fine tradition of excellent actors sinking their fangs into the role of Count Dracula: Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee, Gary Oldman, Leslie Nielson. But really, when was the last time there was a good Dracula film? Even Francis Ford Coppola’s Bram Stoker’s Dracula is, to my recollection, more campy fun than serious horror, revelling in fountains of blood and slightly wonky ideas of predestined romance and reincarnation (I’ve never been fond of the idea of Mina and Drac actually having any kind of relationship). Still, these films cast a long shadow (well, maybe not Dead and Loving It).

So who could it be? Who best embodies a force of romantic, seductive evil? Assuming that’s the direction they want to go, I’ve thought of actors who can project not only a sensuality or magnetism, but also an undercurrent of danger. Chief among these is Mortensen, who set many hearts a-flutter in Lord of the Rings but is also more than capable of coming across as a man of violence and  threat, especially in A History of Violence and Eastern Promises. And it’s that dichotomy I've looked for, and is present in varying degrees in all of these actors.

Given the fantastical nature of the story and the character, age isn’t too much of a consideration; obviously Dracula is exceptionally good-looking for his age regardless of who plays him. With this in mind, I think you could definitely cast a more mature actor to help sell the gravitas and weight of years that he carries. I suppose in this regard he’s a bit like Doctor Who, in that he’s a lot older than he seems at any time, but on the flip-side you could get away with a younger actor too. However I’ve deliberately shied away from actors that Moffat and Gatiss have prior with; one of the reasons there’s no Smith, Tennant or Capaldi on this list (although apart from maybe Tennant I’m not sure if any of them would quite have snuck in anyway).

Another thing I’ve tried to be here is realistic. This isn’t necessarily “the best people in the world ever who could play Dracula”, although it’s very close to that; one of the reasons I’ve not suggested Benedict Cumberbatch, apart from the prior Sherlock connection, is that I think he’s probably too famous to take this on now. They’ve already spoken about how hard it is for them to schedule Sherlock series when taking into account Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman’s other commitments. So I ruled out people like Leonardo Di Caprio, Javier Bardem, Christian Bale, or Tom Hardy, all of whom I think would do TV, but probably aren’t realistic given their levels of fame, salary, and upcoming movie schedules (although in this day and age, anything’s possible, I guess). I mean, I’m probably splitting hairs here anyway with actors like Ejiofor, Urban, and even Mortensen.

Anyway! With no further ado: here are ten blokes what I think would make could with the fangy-fangy.  

Viggo Mortensen

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

Riz Ahmed

Cillian Murphy

Mads Mikkelsen

Chewitel Ejiofor

Karl Urban

Eric Bana

Hugo Weaving

Daniel Bruhl

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Michael Jackson paraded his friendships with boys and fans ignored it

Leaving Neverland, shown on Channel 4 over two nights, has delivered many shocking revelations about Michael Jackson’s grooming and alleged sexual abuse of two young fans who idolised him, and were terribly betrayed.

But one of the most shocking elements of the documentary has been the fact that the singer was going about his business in plain sight.

Time and again we saw Jackson surrounded by grown-ups in the company of both of his accusers, Wade Robson and James Safechuck. He was seen hopping out of limos, or going into hotels or onto private planes closely followed by a pre-pubescent boy — generally dressed identically to him.

Michael Jackson and James Safechuck were undeniably close

Sometimes, he was holding hands with the child, at other times putting his arm around the boys’ shoulders. Both Robson and Safechuck were also brought out on stage by Jackson during his tours.

He could hardly have made his infatuation with them more public.

Safechuck met Jackson in 1987 when he was ten and was picked to appear with the singer in a Pepsi commercial. Jackson invited him along on the Bad tour with him the following year and they shared a hotel room while his parents slept down the hall. Safechuck says that he was being abused by the singer, and that it happened more than 100 times, often at Neverland.

Meanwhile, Australian dancer Wade Robson met Jackson in 1987 when he was five years old after he won a dance competition when the singer was touring Australia.

Jackson invited the youngster to join him on stage. Two years later, when the family were on holiday in America, they got in touch with Jackson and he invited them to spend time at Neverland.

Robson’s mother, father and sister went on a road trip to the Grand Canyon and at Jackson’s request Robson stayed in Neverland with Jackson, when, he says, the sexual abuse began. He was seven years old.

Wade Robson has accused Michael Jackson of sexual abuse when he stayed at Neverland at the age of seven

Yet the parents of these boys — who were rewarded with gifts of gold watches, cars, loans of money and even a home — did not see the alleged abuse.

As Safechuck’s mother Stephanie said: ‘For him to want to be our friend, we’re like, oh my God, how lucky are we? He flies you first class, he has a limo waiting at the airport, amazing! It’s a life of the rich and famous.’

Globally famous, Michael Jackson had no chance of coming or going unnoticed, of course.

But he made no effort to travel separately to ‘his boys’ — and Robson and Safechuck were not the only two.

As these pictures show, boys were taken around the world by Jackson, who was seen treating them to ‘anything you want’ shopping sprees in toy shops and theme parks.

Of course, some of those boys defend him still, and say nothing untoward ever happened.

Michael Jackson and Brett Barnes hung out together at Euro Disney in 1993. It was reported that he was Jackson’s cousin but they are not related

But still the association was so brazen that it played into the ‘Wacko Jacko’ narrative.

Parents were told, not least by the singer himself, that he was at heart just a 12-year-old boy who loved cartoons and other children.

If they were capable of believing this then they could accept their boys being asked to ‘sleep over’ with the star in presidential suites in the best hotels around the world, while they were placed in a room at the other end of the residence, and still maintain a belief that whatever was going on was entirely innocent. At least five pre-pubescent boys were chosen to join Jackson on tour over a nine-year period.

But what, you may ask, of all of the adults — including those at his record label — who didn’t trouble to ask what exactly was going on? So far, there is only silence from Sony, his record label.

You also wonder if we will ever hear from the lawyers, who Wade Robson and James Safechuck said last night ran them through pretend questioning on the subject of what went on in the sleepovers, in order to protect Jackson. Jackson himself, we should remember, reacted with hysteria to the suggestion of paedophilia, as did his fans. He insisted on his ‘complete innocence’ and called the allegations ‘incredible, terrible’.

Jordy Chandler was another young fan who looked and dressed like his hero Michael Jackson. His parents sued the singer for ‘repeatedly committing sexual battery’

Jackson was, though, surely inviting disaster by associating closely and repeatedly with young male fans. One of these was Brett Barnes, who was seen coming through Heathrow with the singer in 1992 and hanging out with him in Euro Disney in 1993.

It was reported that he was Jackson’s ‘cousin’ although they are not related.

A Jackson fan, he had contacted him by letter and started spending time at Neverland when he was nine.

Barnes admitted that they shared a bed but said that they took separate sides. ‘It’s this big bed . . . and I was on one side and he was on the other,’ he said. He added: ‘He kissed you like you kiss your mother. It’s not unusual for him to hug, kiss and nuzzle up to you and stuff.’

At around this time Jackson also met Jordy Chandler — another young fan who looked and dressed like him, but this time the association ended in disaster.

Chandler’s step-father ran a car rental agency and met Jacko after he broke down on a highway in LA in 1992. He got his wife to bring Jordy — a huge fan — to meet the star and they exchanged phone numbers. The family, including Jordan’s sister, were eventually invited to come and stay at Neverland.

Jackson struck up a friendship with actor Macaulay Culkin who has always maintained the singer’s innocence

In May 1993, Jackson took Jordy and his mother to Monaco for the World Music Awards and the two of them shared a room. June Chandler was given a diamond bracelet by the singer.

In September 1993 Chandler’s parents sued Jackson for ‘repeatedly committing sexual battery on their son’.

Jackson was traumatised. When the first complaints about him were made public, he proposed marriage to friend Lisa Marie Presley after a series of phone calls in which, she later said, he seemed ‘high, incoherent and delusional’.

After legal wrangling, he settled the case with Jordy out of court in 1994. A reported £11.4 million went into trust for Jordy, £1.1 million to each of his parents and £3.8 million to the lawyers. His legal team said that it was ‘in no way an admission of guilt’.

Jordy refused to cooperate with a police investigation, and it was dropped. The director of Leaving Neverland, Dan Reed, said: ‘Jordan’s not easily accessible. We did a bit of sleuthing to try and find him but decided to not push that any further as he appears to want to stay hidden, for now.’ You might assume that after the scandal Jackson would have dropped his habit of taking young male fans on tour with him, but you would be wrong.

One young fan Michael Jacobshagen says that he spent three weeks with Jackson on tour in 1997 and more time in 1998, mostly in his hotel room.

Jacobshagen, now 35, says that Jackson called him his ‘Rubba Rubba boy’ and would grind his body against him.

He says that the singer gave him a book containing pictures of naked young men and inscribed it to his ‘special friend’ and ‘rubba rubba friend’.

He believes that the singer was testing him and seeing how far he could go. Jacobshagen adds that Jackson bought his mother a Cartier watch.

Young fan Michael Jacobshagen says he spent three weeks in a hotel room with the pop star

Another association was struck up with Omer Bhatti, a Norweigian dance fan, who met Jackson at a hotel in Tunis while the singer was on the HIStory tour in 1996.

Jackson was so taken with the boy — who was 11 years old at the time — that Bhatti joined him for the rest of the tour, coming on stage with Jackson and travelling with him. The friendship grew so deep that Omer joined Jackson in Neverland full-time. In 1997, Omer’s mother Pia and father Riz were given jobs by Jackson, as nanny and driver respectively.

Omer started going by the name Michael Joseph Winter and was raised as ‘one of his family’ alongside son Prince, born in 1997, daughter Paris born in 1998, both to nurse Debbie Rowe, and son Blanket born in 2002 to a surrogate.

Rowe never lived at Neverland, but Omer did. Indeed, he was one of the Jackson associates who were at home in Neverland in 2003 when it was raided by police.

The raid was sparked after Jackson boasted in a Martin Bashir documentary that he regularly had sleepovers with children, including cancer sufferer Gavin Arvizo, a fan.

Jackson said: ‘It’s not sexual. We’re going to sleep. I tuck them in. It’s very charming.’

Police found a collection of pornographic material at the property which included books and videos. Jackson was arrested and charged with committing lewd and lascivious acts with a child under the age of 14.

Gavin Arzino regularly had sleepovers with Michael Jackson, as was revealed in Martin Bashir’s documentary

During Jackson’s trial, Arvizo and his younger brother testified that the singer showed them pornography and made them drink ‘Jesus juice’ — wine. Both said Jackson masturbated in front of them and molested Arvizo on multiple occasions.

In footage screened as part of Leaving Neverland, he said: ‘He showed me, he wanted to show me how to masturbate. 

Then I said no and he said he would do it for me.’ (At the trial Brett Barnes, who toured with Jackson as a child, testified that the singer had ‘absolutely not’ molested him. Asked if Jackson had ever touched him in a sexual way, he said: ‘Never. I wouldn’t stand for it.’)

Jackson was found not guilty of all charges on June 13, 2005.

Omer Bhatti, a Norwegian dancer, lived at Neverland with Jackson

He then went into an extended period of travelling with his children, their nanny — and Omer Bhatti, now a teenager. Although Bhatti’s parents returned to Norway he went with Jackson to Bahrain and Ireland.

In a recent interview with a Norwegian magazine, Bhatti said: ‘Michael was in many ways very innocent. One cannot, of course, expect everyone else to have the same views on things, and he was too naive and was hurt by being too kind. For him, certain things were natural and completely innocent, something not necessarily everyone else would see in the same way.’

He was in the front row of the funeral with Jackson’s family and remains close to the children.

Home Alone star Macaulay Culkin, who struck up a friendship with Michael Jackson when he cast him in the video for Black Or White in 1991, also defended him.

He said during Jackson’s 2005 trial that allegations against the singer were ‘absolutely ridiculous’. He said that between the ages of nine and 14 he slept in Jackson’s bed a dozen or more times but said that nothing inappropriate happened.

In an interview this year he said: ‘At the end of the day, it’s almost easy to try and say it was like weird or whatever, but it wasn’t, because it made sense, we were friends.’

His daughter Paris this week has called the allegations ‘lies’, while his brother Marlon said there was ‘not one piece of evidence’.

But there’s no doubt that the sleepovers, the touring, the jewellery and the dozens of pictures of Jackson with the boys depict a deeply troubling obsession.

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