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[buuberry00]

dk if u do these kinda stuff but can you do fluff alphabet hcs with luka from alnst pleasee

you got it, anon !! <3

Luka x gn! reader

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Fluff Alphabet hcs ɞ˚‧｡⋆

TWs: none!

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically: your eyes. Luka once read somewhere that the eyes are the windows to the soul. he's convinced you have a pure, good soul

Mentally: he loves the way you express yourself, on good days and bad

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I think Luka would definitely want a baby/family with you. He likes the idea of creating something with you, if that makes sense

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Luka, for sure, loves spooning. Big spoon, little spoon, he loves it all. Even bear hugs, where he squeezes you into his chest and holds you close.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Luka just wants to live with you. In the big city, or by the oceanside.. as long as your hands in his, he's happy :)

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

you are his whole world, and every little star in the night sky can't compare to his love for you. (he's definitely super poetic and romantic when it comes to expressing his undying love for you)

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

I think Luka first started feeling love for you when you were kids in the Anakt gardens. but in a non-canon au!, i think it would be a cute trope like childhood friends -> lovers or meeting in a cafe

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

Luka appreciates everything you do, for yourself or for him. He loves the fact that you remembered exactly how he likes his coffee, what time he wakes up and which side of the bed he prefers to sleep in. from the little things to the big things, he adores and appreciates you

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

I think whether its a canon/non-canon au!, he'd try to hide his medical issues from you

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Luka would whisper reassurances and kiss away your worries. would clean your wounds and help you feel better. but, tbh, if you were incredibly injured - like hospitalized - he'd worry his ass off. stress-pacing, chewing on his fingernails, checking in on you every few seconds..

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

I think if you two were in public, he'd make it obvious you were his (putting an arm around your shoulders/waist, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder or your jaw, or putting 'my' in front of your usual petnames, like 'love' -> 'my love', etc)

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Luka ADORES slow kisses. taking his time, kissing you slowly and passionately so you know he loves you, and you alone. as long as your lips are on his skin, he's happy.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Luka would definitely say 'I love you' first

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

I can picture a perfect oceanside vacation: spending the week/weekend at a beach resort, waking up beside you or relaxing on the beach with you. wading through the shore, your hand in his, the sunset highlighting your gorgeous features.

or, in a more 'domestic' setting if you'd prefer, he likes the memory of your first date. the way your eyes crinkled when you grinned, your flushed cheeks and the way you genuinely laughed at his stupid jokes..

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

I think Luka would really enjoy spoiling you with simple things; handmade gifts, little flowers, or even big things like bouquets or jewelry or fancy stuff like that

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

oh boy. Luka is IN LOVE with you. you're in his brain 24/7, like a brain-consuming parasite eating away inch by inch. he likes to make it obvious he loves you, so others know to back-the-fuck-off-because-you-are-mine.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

my love/love, pretty girl/boy/baby, sweetheart, honey, baby

Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

i lowk think luka would question his worth, like "you could do so much better than me.. you're sure you want me?"

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Luka both enjoys relaxing indoors, cuddling and listening to the rain and splashing around in the puddles or dancing in the rain with you

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

comforting kisses, cuddles, + your/his fav movies !! he'd bake with you or make hot cocoa/tea and def rub your back for you !! or, he'd offer to bathe together, taking care of you by washing your hair or letting you lay against his bare chest

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

the simple things: how your day was, what you'd like for dinner.. Luka enjoys mundane/domestic conversations

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

i think Luka would keep a little journal filled with everything he needs to know/remember about you: fav things, least fav things, birthday, etc

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Luka would die for you. He'd cross heaven and hell for you. He'd do anything for you in a heart beat. he just loves you so !!!

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

I think Luka would wait a few years in (3-5) before proposing. he likes simple weddings, but i can DEF see him and his s/o having a fairytale- like wedding 🥺

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

if you arent too big on PDA, Luka loves being physically affectionate with you in private; holding your hand while doing the thumb thing, putting his hand on your thigh/knee, or just putting his chin on your shoulder

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

Luka would definitely yearn for you. he'd miss you every waking moment, but would feel bad thinking he's being too clingy

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

again, he loves you !!!

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ahh i hope you enjoyed !! love love smooch smooch

-venus

[poodlejoonas]

Dad!BC AU - before and after

Because I’m feeling so soft tonight, I wanna share my thoughts on the guys before and after they become dads. Everyone knows that kids change people, but sometimes the change is nice and wholesome. 

I blame Joel and his sentimental edgy ass for that post on Instagram earlier.

(Under the read-more for length)

As the first dad of the group, Joonas was terrified of what the change would bring for him and Kirsten. He knew he would make his mistakes and he dreaded the day they would come. He was afraid that he was too immature to be a father - he read the comments online about him as a punk, about his Danish girlfriend who could barely read the hate comments written about her, and about their baby and how so many people “wished the poor girl luck” in dealing with a childish father like him. On top of that, Kirsten’s parents were begging her to leave Finland and him so they could help raise Sohvi because they thought they could do a better job than him. He was motivated to become the best dad he could be to prove them all wrong, but also to give his daughter the best life she deserved. He admits to his mistakes in the early days of fatherhood - he knows he should have been kinder to Kirsten when she was struggling mentally as a new mom.

Years later, with their third child on the way, the first two are a little bit older and they adore the hell out of their dad. Sohvi loves music like him and unapologetically stands her ground on the things she believes in. Lukas is a cannonball of a personality who loves the ice and playing hockey as much as his cousin Enkka. And the youngest of the Porkos, Jakob (aka “Jaska”) grows up to enjoy the softer things in life - reading, baking, knitting, and cuddling on a lazy day. Even through his busy schedule, he makes time to make memories with each of them in a way that matters to them - jamming out with Sohvi, skating with Lukas, and reading bedtime stories to Jaska. They all take his punk attitude, the very thing that many people used to discount his abilities to raise one child, let alone three. His family is perfect, and he realizes now that he had nothing to fear when he held his daughter for the first time.

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Joel had never given the thought of a family of his own much consideration. He was too busy being a rock star and conquering the world, and he was afraid of what the change after having a kid would look like for him. He wanted to be happy for Joonas when he told the group in Rotterdam that he was going to be a dad, but he was afraid of losing his best friend to an uncertain future. He grew to love his niece, after some time and a little bit of effort on his part, but he still thought they just weren’t for him.

When he went out on a blind date with Emilia Peltonen months later, he wasn’t expecting it to go anywhere from there. But she gave him a second chance, and a third, and so on, until they were finally living together. Milli finally asked him what he thought of the idea of having kids, and he thought he needed “some time” to think on it. It took him all of about 12 hours to make up his mind, but they waited almost a full year before they were finally successful. In that time, he asked her to marry him, regardless of whether a baby would even come along. Still, he had his doubts about his own abilities to give his son a happy life - he was impatient and snappy, his mental health would fall apart some days, he was never the most affectionate person. And yet, none of that matters to little Viktor; Joel is his idol and, in his mind, he’s the coolest guy on Earth and he wants to be just like him someday. He teaches Enkka to skate and fosters his love for hockey and music. When Enkka needs a hug, either when he’s sleepy or he just woke up from a bad dream, he knows his dad will be there to catch him. So many people love to see that he went from being a dark edgelord online with a pessimistic sense of humor, to being the best dad and husband of their group whose public presence is covered with the signs of his pride in his family. Joel’s transformation surprised so many people, but the change was a welcome sight.

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(TW: mention of miscarriage)

Niko wanted to be a dad from the beginning. When he dated Jenna in high school, the hopeless romantic in him dreamed of their little family and the future they would build together. He was devastated when they went their separate ways, thanks to their very different paths in life. He gave up on his dream of their little ones, until they crossed paths again. He knew he would be a fool to give up his second chance. He was overjoyed to learn that Jenna was pregnant with their first child; unlike the first two dads, he had no fears in the back of his mind that he would be a good one. As soon as he stepped into his house, he turned off the rock star Niko the world sees, and became Leevi’s dad and Jenna’s husband with every ounce of his being.

They made a promise to each other: when Leevi says his first word, it’s time for baby number two. Blissfully unaware of his parents’ plan to give him a sibling, Leevi watched Rommi walk by and blurted out his first word: kissa! Within two months, they were expecting their daughter to round out their little family. Lahja Rose was born the next February, two weeks past her original due date. Her father was a little heartbroken - she was supposed to be born on his birthday, hence the name Lahja (“gift”). But he was happy to finally have his little Rose to pay tribute to his favorite film (even if people made their fair share of jokes about it). They hit their first real snag as a family when, between 6 and 11 months, Lahja lived with on/off inner ear infections. Her parents did everything they could to help relieve her pain, eventually opting for surgery to fix it. Niko was a wreck for the full five months, refusing to leave his family’s side and being more than willing to fight anyone who disrespected his decision to have privacy with his family. Niko helped Jenna through the painful process of losing what would have been their third child. They mourned, they healed, and they decided that they were at peace just having their two.

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Olli wanted to be a dad, but he was terrified when he learned he had two on the way. Kaarina wanted to laugh at his adorkable response to the news - “count them again” - but she knew his fears were valid. She’d known this man since they were children, and his response to the news was typical of him as an anxious mess under his cool and seemingly collected personality. Her fears were the same; after all, she had no idea what changes were to come for her health. But both girls had a hold on his heart long before they were even born. Olli was willing to do anything to make Riina and the twins feel comfortable until their arrival a week before Christmas. The moment Elina was placed in his arms and he saw the way Elisabet fit in Riina’s, he wondered where those fears even belonged now.

Well... just a little more than three months later, when he was convinced he’d gotten his wife pregnant again, Olli was rightfully scared shitless. He loved his girls, but he couldn’t have three kids before the first two even celebrated their first birthday. Having narrowly dodged that nightmare, he took all the next steps to ensure that it never happened again. He was happy with his two, and so was Riina. The Matelas spend their summers at their beach home, the twins developing as much of a love for the ocean as him. They wear the best coordinated outfits - but not matching though, Olli and Riina want them to maintain their own personality outside of being twins. He’s more than happy to let them put a tiara on him and invite him to their “garden tea party” in their shared room. It was tough at first, but he soon became a master of carrying one in each arm while they felt tall and safe with him. But he can be a bit strict with them sometimes; he loves them, but he doesn’t want them to follow in his footsteps as a rock star. He knows it can be difficult and fun, but he doesn’t want his daughters to fall victim to the lifestyle. And yet, Elisabet was determined to forge her own path in music, while Elina took to the ice like Lukas and Enkka as a figure skater. There was no use in trying to stifle their dreams. Olli’s proud of his girls, and he’s always wanted them to be happy.

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Tommi’s family came pre-started. He was introduced to Marja Oksanen, a single mom to a young son who escaped a dangerous relationship with the father of her child. She was afraid that learning about her son would drive him away, that he wouldn’t bother with a single mom if she couldn’t put their relationship first. But Tommi loved this woman already, and someday he was sure he would love her son. He had his reasons to be wary around the boy since he’d never had a father figure in his life (outside of his Uncle Niko for the year or so that Marja and Miikka lived with him and Jenna). He let Miikka accept him first, and he waited for his cue before he grew into his role as his step-dad.

He readily agreed when Marja asked him if he wanted a baby with her (or “another cub” to fit the bear theme they adopted for their family). Tommi would have been happy to have several cubs with her. But when her pregnancy with Anna left her on constant bed rest and their daughter was born a month earlier than she should have, he couldn’t put her through that stress again. Marja’s health mattered more than the thought of a large family. Besides, he was more than happy with “Baby Bear” (Miikka) and “Cub” (Anna), because despite the fact that Miikka was not his son by birth, he was his son by love. And he was willing to defend that from anyone who dares to insult their family dynamic. Tommi is a master of being a dad; his energy calms both kids down when they’re stressed or in need of some love and understanding. It’s not an uncommon sight to see him with one on either side of him as the three of them relax in his recliner. So many people know Tommi as a man with a tough exterior, who doesn’t let his emotions show, doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t garner much attention in a room. But Tommi with his children is a different person altogether. He shares a side of him that belongs to his family.

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As the last to become a dad, Aleksi had a wealth of experience to rely on when he needed help with his son. He made the difficult decision to voluntarily become a single dad when his ex-girlfriend Laila expressed zero desire to become a mother. He endured so much stress and heartache in the process, from Laila dragging him in the media over his decision to announce the pregnancy to being banned from Noah’s birth altogether. He first laid eyes on Noah when he was just under an hour old, having only been held by the nurses who prepared him to meet his father. He spared no expense in spending two nights in the hospital with him in a suite, even when Laila had long checked out and left without saying goodbye to either of them.

He felt a twinge of shame when he accepted help from Joonas in taking care of his son. He wanted to do it by himself and prove that he could be a good dad alone. But having a village of friends behind him helped ease him into everything that fatherhood would throw at him. When Noah is diagnosed on the autism spectrum when he’s three, Aleksi immediately learns everything he can to understand his son better. He becomes his biggest defender when people try to push him out of his comfort zone, telling him that they can respect his decision to wear his noise-cancelling headphones when he needs them or they can leave both of them alone. He learns sign language to communicate with Noah whenever he goes mute and he shows solidarity when Noah stims in public. He stays out of the dating scene for years to stop a revolving door of strangers from coming around his son who is shy around new people and lives with separation anxiety from losing his mother at a young age. But Hanna Laaksonen was the perfect exception, as a child psychologist with a Master’s degree in early childhood development. The rest of his friends watched as Aleksi fell in love with her and as Noah began to call her Mom. Still, Aleksi always put Noah first, the same as he always had, and Hanna respected that fact.

[achliegh]

Revenge

This is way more my element, I love writing tragedy. This is intense; this has even more TWs then before. This will be a lot of my biggest fears put into one fic and somethings that have actually happened. I won’t be telling which is which. There will be almost no comfort in this fic and it will be ending on a cliff hanger with nothing after. So, let your mind wander.

CW/TW: Past Abusive relationship, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attack, past age difference relationship (Illegal), Violence, sexual assault, revenge p0rn

Part1 Part2 Part3 Ending1

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Besides Luka, I made him up, don’t care for him tho

Leo and Sirius had left to talk to Coach about three hours ago, long enough that Logan was getting anxious. He and Finn were sitting on the couch trying to distract themselves by watching shitty shows on TLC. My 600lbs life was on but neither of them knew whose story it was because they weren’t paying attention.

“Should we text them and ask how it's going? I mean it’s been a long time..” Finn looked up from his phone while chewing his lip. His finger is hovering over his phone's keypad, he had created a group chat with him, Sirius, Logan and Leo. He hadn’t texted anything but was worried about Leo, he can’t get the idea of Leo stuffing himself between the toilet and bathtub while hyperventilating. He didn’t want Leo to go through that again especially not in front of people who he was close with but not as close as he and Logan are.

“I don’t see why not… I am getting nervous also.” Finn sighs and nods, kissing the Canadian’s hand that was intertwined with his as a way to anchor themselves.

Cap, Lo, Peanut and You

Fish: Hey hows it going???

7:00pm

Cap: ???

Cap: Ask Nutty

7:01pm

Lo: Isn’t he with you?!

7:01pm

Cap: I dropped him off in the parking garage like an hour ago…

7:09pm

Fish: WHAT?!

7:10pm

Finn was officially freaking out he was calling Sirius while Logan was calling Leo. Leo’s phone was going straight to voicemail. Logan called 15 times and was crying by the 5th. Finn got a hold of Sirius after the second try.

“Why didn’t you answer the first time!?” He was so scared that he was getting angry at Sirius who was only trying to help. “You dropped him off an hour ago? Why didn’t you walk him up to the apartment? You know the situation he's in! WHAT THE FUCK!” He was crying and hung up on Sirius and throwing his phone down on the floor and covering his face with his hands. Logan was still trying to call Leo, desperately clutching his phone.

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. The boys fell over each other as they ran to the door. To their disappointment, It was Remus and Sirius. They let them in, sitting at the island in the kitchen Remus spoke first.

“Okay, so we know Sirius was the last person to see Leo. Do we know that Leo hasn’t just taken some time for himself? He has been pretty distant lately and Sirius said he was pretty secluded when he dropped him off. He asked Sirius not to worry about walking him up.” He furrowed his brow thinking about how odd that sounded now that he was repeating it. He looked over at his boyfriend.

“It sounds weird now that I think about it.. I should have listened to my gut.” Sirius was obviously blaming himself for this and rests his elbows on the counter and puts his face in his hands. Then they hear it… Logan and Finn’s phones are going off. Finns was still on the floor and Logan's was on the coffee table. Finn got up to retrieve them. He almost drops his phone back on the floor when he sees a message from Leo. Leo. That means he’s okay. Right? He’s okay. He grabbed Logan's phone and trotted back over to the trio.

“It's from Leo!” He unlocked his phone before Logan and froze. He grabs his lover's arm and stares at his phone. It was a link to an Instagram live. He looks at Logan's screen to make sure he isn’t seeing this wrong. “It’s a link to a live…” Suddenly everyone's phones are blowing up with messages and twitter @s and dms. It was all about Leo. People saying this is a sick joke and some people even cheering something on. Finn clicks the link, he wished he never did.

On the screen was their beautiful boy, tied up, beat up, naked and sobbing. There were three voices they could hear. One was laughing, one was yelling horrible things into Leo’s face while holding him by his hair, and the last one was talking about how Hot all this was. Logan, Finn, Remus and Sirius all sat in a defining silence. The background of the video was somewhere outside. They could hear water running, they could see grass on the ground and blood. There was a lot of blood. The man holding Leos hair looked at the camera and smiled. This man had the audacity to smile as he was committing a horrible crime!. They watch him push Leo down and stomp on his head.

Leo was crying out in pain, they all heard a crack before the video went quiet. Then all three men in the video started laughing. What happened next was disgusting. They started masturbating over Leos unconscious body. After they all came onto Leo there were lights that came on in the background. They were police lights. The live Ended and nobody moved.

Logan suddenly ran into the bathroom and was vomiting while Finn just broke down falling to the ground screaming and sobbing. Sirius started crying and mumbling to himself so quietly no one could understand. Remus was still completely frozen, having no idea how to react.

Logan was crying as he threw up, he just kept heaving even when his stomach had nothing left in it. The sound of the crack was repeating in his head as he shakily sat back on the floor and sobbed. Finn was pounding his fists on the ground telling himself it was his fault. He was crying so loud that he didn’t hear the knock on the door. Remus, being the only one who hasn’t broken down yet from what he saw, walked to the door and opened it a little to see who it was.

“Is this the residence of Finn O’Hara and Logan Trembaly?” Two Police officers stood outside the door. Remus nodded and was just staring at them waiting for them to say something. “Leo Knut has been the victim of a violent crime, He is alive but in a bad condition. He's at Gryffindor Community Hospital. He's in the ER right now but I would recommend you get down there. We will be questioning him and all of you when he wakes up.” Remus nods again and quietly thanks them. He scrapes up all the boys and gets them to the car in one piece. The drive to the hospital was eerily quiet.

They got to the hospital and walked into the ER, they saw five different police officers there, talking to a nurse. Logan went up to the front desk to ask for news about Leo. They were sent over to the officers who were talking to the nurse about the injuries The young boy had acquired.

“We’re here for Leo Knut” He says to the group. The officers look at them sadly and nod to the nurse. They walk away to go sit down. One puts a hand on Logan's shoulder and shakes his head. All their anxiety is now through the roof.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private.” She leads them into a glass soundproof room as Logan and Finn take a seat Remus Speaks up.

“We’re going to go call the team and let them know what's going on” He and Sirius go to call everyone outside the Hospital doors.

“I’m sorry this happened, I don’t know the full extent of the crime but I heard it was on a Livestream.” She looks at them sadly as she organizes the papers on her clip board and sits across from them. “ Let's talk about the injuries Mr. Knut has, The ones not to worry about too much are cuts and scrapes to knees, rope burns all up his arms, and a broken nose. The more intense injuries are the ones we are operating on right now. He has blood in his lungs along with a collapsed one, a broken collarbone and his left hand is shattered. He also has a broken Jaw and severe concussion.” She looks up at them. “It is going to take a long time and a lot of work for him to heal completely. I watch him play hockey… I can tell he's a fighter.” She smiles a tiny bit at them. “If you need anything at all ask the front desk for Cindy. Also, stay in here as long as you need.” She gets up and opens the door, she closes the door behind her after she sees that neither of the boys had moved.

About 3 hours and a lot of tears later Cindy had knocked on the door to the glass room where Finn, Logan, Remus and Sirius were standing and pacing. Jackson and Knuny were standing in the corner watching them all pace and Timmy was sitting on a chair bouncing his leg anxiously. They were brought to a room where Leo’s information was written on the door, it pulled at everyone's heart. They all agreed to have Logan and Finn go into the room first, They knew Leo wasn’t awake and would be for a long time.

They opened the door and walked in. There is nothing worse than seeing your lover in a hospital bed with their mouth wired shut. Lo almost couldn’t look at home without crying. He felt Finn pull him into a tight hug as they cried together. This was their boy! The love of their lives!

... And they let this happen to him.

The next time they saw those baby blue eyes. They cried.

[fathomintoxconstellations]

{ROBERT SHEEHAN, MALE, HE/HIM )} have you seen FELIKS MOLOTOV around icaria? they are the 28 year old child of PERSEPHONE. they remind me of the ink stained skin, day old booze and a Cheshire grin. They’ve been on the island for 1 week.

basics:

Full Name: Feliks Alexei Petrova Molotov

Nicknames/Alias: Lex; Lexi; Casper; Tabby; Bonnie; Salem; Salem Mira; Vivian Ward; Henry Walton Jones Jr.; Beau N. Hurr; Dixie Rect; E. Normous; Flynnigan Rider; Eugene Fitzherbert; Orville Redenbacher III etc.

Parents: Nickolas Petrova & Persephone

Pets: Salem (Ghost cat that follows him around) 

D.O.B.: February 12th, 1992

Age: 28

Profession: Employee at Phryne 

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Sexuality: Pansexual

Spoken Languages: English, Russian & Greek fluently (But, knows a handful of other phrases/bits and pieces from other languages)

Abilities: Botanical Communication (Can talk to plants), Toxikinesis (Can pull toxins/poisons out from plants), Energy Absorption (Can steal energy from things around him- specifically plants often draining them dry wherever he goes), Necromancy, Intangibility (Can phase through walls, doors etc.), Light Manipulation (including invisibility)

bio:

Tw: murder, abuse, violence, suicide

If you were to ask Feliks Moltov which word best described himself, there were only be one that would come to mind- expendable. Born a Petrova in Moscow, Russia, Feliks’ father Nickolas was the son of a notorious Mob boss in Russia. It was a life Nickolas didn’t want for himself or his future family. He spent most of his young adult life fleeing from the vile life his father had cultivated for their family. During his travels to escape his father’s villainy, Nickolas had met Persephone while she was traveling the mortal realm while her husband, Hades, was away. He was captivated by her beauty and charm, and once she told him of who she truly was, he knew that their love couldn’t last. Before Persephone departed from Nickolas’ life, she gifted him with the one thing he’d always truly wanted- a pair of twins.

Their father spent most of their childhood spoiling them. He gave them all he could offer. They were the apples of his eye and the greatest joy in his life. He’d taken a job at a local factory to support the family of two, refusing to his father’s blood money, and also surviving on the occasional gifts of Persephone. They didn’t live the most rich life, but a simple life, and they were happy and, yet, growing up, there were always whisperers from the other kids in the neighborhood about how Feliks was unlucky. Flowers, patches of grass, and even trees would begin to wilt whenever he was around. The old women from their neighborhood described it as a bad omen. Later, Feliks would discover that it was the start of his ‘gifts’, and yet, even now, he’d find the word omen to be more fitting.

When the twins were 13, their father developed lung cancer due to the unsafe work conditions of the factory. The illness enveloped him quickly, and within the year, he succumbed. Unfortunately for the twins, this now left them in the care of their grandfather Viktor Dimitri, and the newest member of the Dimitri crime family.

Viktor was obsessed with Violet. She was coming into powers and showing much more potential than Feliks ever could. The man hoped to use the two of them for the gain of his empire, only as Violet continued to exceed everyone of Viktor’s expectations, Feliks time and again became more and more of a failure. The only time his grandfather ever seemed to give him a compliment was when it came to his forgeries. But, even those were few and far between. Violet became Viktor’s loyal assassin, but despite all of the training and brainwashing, Feliks could never quite stick to his orders.

It should have been an easy hit. Get in, get out. Nothing to it. The sixteen year old had done similar assignments before, but this time was different because this time, as he entered the man’s apartment, he found himself face to face with a young girl. She couldn’t be more than a few years younger than him and yet her eyes were filled with innocence and fear. She was petrified at the sight of him. It was as if she saw a monster and not a boy and she was shaking. Feliks hadn’t been there for her. He had come for her father. But, as much as he tried, he couldn’t shake the shivering image of her wide eyes from his mind. And the more he thought about the girl whose father he was about to take away, the more he started picturing his own old man in the target’s place. He had the target pinned down, struggling under his grip. But, he hesitated. The toxin he had brought to finish the job fell out of his hand. The next thing he knew, the poison that was suppose to kill the man was being used on him. Without thinking, instinct took over and Feliks shoved the father off of him and finishing him off with a dagger. The last thing Feliks saw was the little girl’s wide haunting eyes as his vision began to blur.

It was a miracle that the toxic hadn’t managed to kill Feliks, but in Viktor’s mind, the damage that was done was so much worse. Feliks sight was severely damaged that day to the point where only his shadow and light perception remained. After that, Feliks was no longer a use to Viktor and was quickly tossed aside. Along with it, any future contact to his beloved sister.

With no more ties to his family, the sixteen year old boy was thrown into foster care, tossed around from family to family, with each one often more abusive and neglectful than the other. If you’d think turning eighteen would be a saving grace for Feliks though, think again. As a ‘legal adult’, Feliks was tossed out onto the streets. Between dumpster diving for his breakfast and mumbling to the spirts harassing him on a daily basis, the now homeless man returned to crime as a means to survive. 

He started out with petty crime. The scrawny kid sold drugs, many of which he’d experiment with himself, and pick pocketed rich drunkards on their way out of the club- that was if he wasn’t convincing them to let him come home with them first. He had established quite the routine when Luka stumbled into his life. Luka was quick witted, charming and had mistaken Feliks for a prostitute which Feliks readily went along with. He was always a sucker for pretty eyes after all. They’d joke that Luka was the Richard Gere to his Pretty Women and began to see each other more and more until Luka became Feliks’ new routine. 

Feliks had never had someone see any potential in him until that point. Between tangled sheets, Feliks would listen to Luka’s schemes. The man would go on and on about what they would be able to do if they used Feliks’ abilities to the fullest- what sort of life the two of them could make for themselves. Luka already had money. He didn’t need to do any of this and he sure as hell didn’t need a prostitute to sleep with every night, even a fake one. Luka was in it for the thrills and, for a guy who already had nothing, going along with it seemed like the best offer Feliks was going to get. So, the two of the went bigger. They became quite the pair; a modern day Bonnie and Clyde as they dabbled in forgeries and burglaries. Luka would get mad at Feliks for always pushing the boundaries- going by funny Aliases as if he was hoping they’d get caught and Feliks would calm Luka down before the pair would fall into bed together- sometimes just the two of them and sometimes with someone else. It was everything Feliks could have wanted. He felt free, he felt loved and he was finally finding himself having fun- something he hadn’t experienced since his dad was still alive. He had even saved up enough cash to get out if he wanted to. He could start tracking down his sister or make a life with Luka besides the hotel hopping they had been doing over the past few years. Only Luka had other plans.

It was the night after a heist. Feliks rolled over in bed with a splitting hangover ready to cuddle up against the man he was smitten with. Only Clyde had walked out on Bonnie vanishing into the night as swiftly as he had entered Feliks’ life. 

Luka left Feliks with nothing. He whipped him clean leaving not even a penny to his partner’s name. Feliks was back at square one, having been tossed aside for what now felt like the hundredth time in his life. Everyone in his life at one point or another seemed to toss himself to the side like he was nothing, so that’s what Feliks deemed himself to be. 

He began to thrive in the nothingness. He started going by the name of Salem Mira after the black cat he had as a child and the street he grew up on. Cliché, he knew. But, it felt right to him. Feliks sold every piece of himself that he could and, if he had any ounce of dignity left, you could have bet he would have sold that too. That was before he heard through the grapevine that Vi- his twin and his other half- had passed. The last thread of happy memories he had, of their dad and the two of them, slipped away just like that. The next six years for Feliks quickly became a blur as he found himself at the bottom of a bottle after a bottle. He quickly became addicted to everything- sex, drugs, pills etc. If there was an anonymous circle to sit in with free donuts and coffee he was there in a heartbeat. Any distraction he could find he took without second thought. He’s been in rehab more times than he could count and even tried to take his life a few times. And yet, if you asked him, he’d say he still didn’t manage to get that right. 

When Persephone showed back up in his life, he was mess without much of a conscience. He hardly believed the woman when she spoke of a place where he would be safe and loved. But, he was in between beds and figured a place where he wasn’t running from the law could be nice, so he packed up what little belongings he had and said what the hell?

wanted connections:

Family:

Biological Sister: Ivy

Half-Siblings: Malik & Suki

Foster Siblings-

Make-Shift Family-

Work:

Customer/Regular at Phryne

Coworkers - Adrian, Rue

Boss - Ava

Friendships:

Best Male Friend-

Best Female Friend- 

Someone Who Knew Him From His Life on the Streets- 

Someone Who Knew Him in the Foster System-

Partner in Crime-

Role Model/Dysfunctional Role Model-

Someone who brings out the best in him-

Someone who brings out the worst in him-

Someone who attempts to spar/work out with him while he complains and cracks jokes-

Childhood Best Friend-

Family Friends/Someone who knew him back when he was working in the Mob-

Phone a Friend (Goes to/calls whenever they’re in trouble/vice a versa)-

Old Roommates-

Roommates-

Couch Surfer (Someone who used to let him crash on their couch from time to time)-

One Sided Friendship-

Weed Buds-

Karaoke Partners-

Frenemies (Act super nice, but actually don’t get along/like each other)-

Bickering Frenemies (Act like they hate each other, but really love the hell out of each other)-

Someone who takes him under their wing

Someone who he takes under his wing

Mom Friend - 

Dad Friend-

Someone who brings out the more serious side of him-

A friend who is lying to him-

A friend who he is lying to-

Toxic Friendship-

Acquaintances (Have always been aware of the other person’s existence, but for some reason have never grown close)-

Stumbled upon each other in either an awkward or personal moment and now have trouble looking each other in the eyes-

Wingman (Someone he’s a wingman for)

Wingman/Wingwoman for Him

Fake friend-

Breakfast Club (Someone he met once when traveling. They opened up to each other and had a breakfast club-esque relationship for a day/weekend before they parted ways, only to see each other again now) -

Good Influence

Bad Influence

Someone who helps him gain more control of his abilities

Someone who he helps gain more control of their abilities

Play pranks on one another until someone gets in trouble/hurt

Serendipity (Someone who he consistently runs into again and again over the years; could be friends or acquaintances, but neither can deny, it’s weird that they keep on meeting like this)

Someone who he attempted to pickpocket once-

Relationships:

Exes who ended on good terms

Exes who ended on bad terms

First Time

Old Flame

Past one night stand

FWB - 

Crush-

Ex Crush turned Friend-

Ex Crush turned Foe-

Exes who are now friends, but don’t ever talk about the fact that they dated-

Unrequited love-

First boyfriend-

First girlfriend-

Kindergarten couple-

The Clyde to his Bonnie who screwed him over in the end-

End-game: Kai

[themangoeswrite]

Potluck

Slight tw for homophobia, implied usage of slurs but nothing outright said. These are my ocs by the way ~~ In everyone’s defense, it was supposed to be a normal potluck.

    It was the usual gathering of the Theatre parents and kids for Theatre and Tech Theatre orientation. Every year, Roman would invite all of the kiddos and their parents to a potluck in the Auditorium of East High School, to talk with the parents about their kid or kids and try to find out what kind of support he’ll have from the parents for the year.

    As usual, Daniel, Daffodil, Patton, and Alya were all there to show their support and also to try and reign in any kiddos or parents who tried to snoop around or do anything bad. Adrien, Axle, and Alexandre were all there too, to help out and show support. Stormy was there, his dad Logan following as Stormy showed him around the auditorium, pointing out a couple of the little scuff marks and telling him stories.

    Luka was there, xyr parents noticeably absent from xyr side, but no one commented on it, Daffodil and Alya simply hugging xem and asking xem if xe had any stories from theatre class. Paris and Rose were there, all smiles and sunshine as they infiltrated the group of parents and kiddos. Milo was there with their moms Adelina and Vivienne, who gave everyone a hug, playfully winking at Daffodil and Alya. 

    They were all smiles and laughter, exchanging stories. Logan even cracked a couple jokes, although he stayed away from the puns as the singular pun that he made had Patton bowling him over with a hug and a squeal. Roman flitted about, moving between his family and the other families, making sure everyone was content and kind. He made jokes and witty remarks that quickly gained him the approval of every parent he talked to.

    Daniel leaned against Adrien, a soft smile on his face as Adrien discussed the latest set design project with Luka. There was a small tug on his pant leg, which made Daniel look down, seeing a small child that couldn’t have been older than seven looking up at him.

    “Are you an angel?” The little girl questioned, wonder in her gaze. Daniel chuckled, breaking away from Adrien to kneel down to the girl’s height.

    “What makes you think I’m an angel, kiddo?” He asked, a kind smile on his face.

    The girl grinned at Daniel and said, “Momma says angels are beautiful and kind and that they spread love. You’re really pretty and you smile nice and the boys who you’re with are happy so you must be an angel.”

    Daniel laughed unintentionally, love swelling up in his heart for this tiny child who thought he was an angel. “Well, first of all, the two that I’m with aren’t both boys, kiddo. And do you want to know a secret?” The girl nodded furiously, curiosity in her eyes. “I’m not the angel here, you are.”

    The girl gaped at him, wondering how in the world she could be an angel. “You see, you said angels are beautiful, and you must be the loveliest lady I’ve ever seen. Angels are kind, and you are the sweetest little girl I’ve ever met. You made me really happy, so you must spread love to many others. Therefore, you must be a little angel. But if you don’t know it, then heaven must have sent you down for a super secret mission.” The girl smiled shyly at Daniel. He smiled softly at her, offering a hand to her. “I’m Daniel, by the way, what’s your name, kiddo?”

    “My name’s Isabella, but my mommy calls me Bella.” She replied, shaking Daniel’s hand before asking for a hug. He obliged, giving her a hug before pulling away.

    “Where’s your mommy, Bella?” He asked, a kind smile on his face as he put a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged. “I don’t know, she said she was gonna find sissy’s teacher. She said if I couldn’t find her, to find the king man with a crown and he’d help me out.”

    Daniel grinned, knowing the king man was his dad. “The king man with a crown is my dad, kiddo. Do you want me to take you to him?” She nodded again, smiling widely.

    He stood up, offering a hand to her. She shook her head, crossing her arms. “Wan’ to ride on your shoulders.” Daniel thought about it for a second before shrugging and kneeling down again, helping her up. She giggled, putting her hands on his head to stabilize herself before insisting they go to the king man.

    He grinned widely, making his way through the crowd to find his dad and putting a bit more bounce in his step so that Bella giggled just a little bit more. Eventually, they found Roman talking to a woman animatedly. They were discussing whether or not Tech Theatre was a safe class, and Roman was explaining that it was very safe as he took every precaution to make student’s safety the number one priority.

    Daniel stopped, kneeling down for Bella to get off. She smiled widely, bowing to Daniel as if he were a prince. He bowed back, a smile on his face as well. She thanked him for the ride before hugging the woman’s leg. The woman looked down and smiled, ruffling Bella’s hair.

    “I hope you didn’t walk here alone, sweetheart, I told you to stay put for a minute.” She said, not scolding, just curious. Daniel stepped up, “She didn’t. She came over and asked if I was an angel so I thought I’d bring her back to her mom.”

    The woman smiled, holding a hand out to Daniel. “Well thank you, young man. I’m Avari.”

    He shook her hand, about to introduce himself when Roman put his arm around Daniel and gave him a side hug. “This is my son, Daniel. Isn’t he handsome? He’s taking Technical Theatre too, so he can tell you about the safety measures we take to ensure everyone is okay. I have to go check that no one’s finished the brownies before I could have one, if you don’t mind my leaving.”

    Avari waved him off with a smile. “I’ll be okay talking to your son, Mr. Candorless, you go eat those brownies.”

    He nodded thankfully at her, before heading over to the brownies and taking a few. Daniel entertained Avari’s questions, telling her all about how safe everyone was in Tech Theatre. She ran out of questions eventually, and thanked him for putting her mind at ease before waving him off to go have fun with his friends, and to eat a couple brownies as he was too thin.

    He returned to Adrien and Luka with a grin on his face and a couple brownies, handing one to each of them as he ate one himself. Adrien put his hand around Daniel’s waist, smiling softly at his boyfriend.

    “What? Why are you smiling like a cheeseball?” Daniel asked, pushing Adrien’s chest slightly, but not enough to move them away from each other.

    “Because you are an actual angel, mon coeur.” Adrien said softly, resting his forehead against Daniel’s. “You helped that little girl and you are just the sweetest boy I know. I love you.” Daniel blushed, moving his head to hide in the crook of Adrien’s neck.

    “Shut up, asshole.” Silence hung in the air for a minute before Daniel muttered, “I love you too.”

    A smile appeared on Adrien’s face as he kissed the top of Daniel’s head before feeling a wad of paper hit the back of his head and turned slightly to see Paris making paper into a ball and throwing it at them. “Hey losers! If you’re gonna be gay move out of the way of the brownies, cowards!”

    Daniel laughed, pulling away from Adrien, picking up the paper ball and throwing it back at Paris. “You call us losers, I take the rest of the brownies!” Paris made an offended noise and ran at Adrien, throwing him over their shoulder.

    “You take the brownies, I take your boyfriend!”

    “Hey! Put me down!”

    Needless to say, the next few minutes were hilarious, a combination of struggling, deals, and a treaty to ensure peace that a reluctant Logan drew up for them. They all had smiles on their faces at the end of it, except for Logan who looked less than amused before Stormy grinned up at him, which made him smile smile softly.  Roman tried to scold them, but one grin from Daniel who had a bit of brownie stuck in his hair had him laughing so hard his attempts did not prevail. They did promise not to fight or kidnap anyone else though.

    Roman left the kids with a sigh and talked to another parent. Logan informed him briefly that he would be gone for a little bit and therefore would be unable to watch the kids. Roman waved off his concerns, saying it would be fine before turning back to the parent.

    Patton came up to Roman, lacing his hand into his boyfriend’s and leaning his head on his shoulder. Roman smiled, gently placing a kiss on top of Patton’s head before smiling and continuing his conversation with the other parent. He finished the discussion with Jeremy- the parent of John- and turned to Patton, smiling softly at his boyfriend. Roman took Patton’s hands in his own, kissing them both lightly. “How are you, my love?”

    Patton giggled, smiling widely at his boyfriend. “I’m alright, I wanted to see how you were! After all, you’re doing a wonderful job of keeping everyone entertained and content with the content of the theatre program, you certainly deserve a patton-the-back!”

    Roman laughed, putting Patton’s arms around his neck, placing his own around Patton’s waist and spinning them around. “You’re wonderful, Patton.” He said softly, placing his forehead against Patton’s. His boyfriend smiled and booped Roman’s nose. “You, my good sir, are the loveliest boy I know. You’re capable and strong and-”

    Roman cut Patton off with a gentle and chaste kiss, pulling away sooner than either of them would like. “I would kiss you breathless, but unfortunately, we are in a public place, with kids that I have to teach. So, rain check?”

    Patton nodded. “Rain check.”

    They pulled apart, hands still linked, but no other indication that they were together. Daniel and Adrien walked up to the two, smiling with their hands intertwined. “So, dads.” Daniel started. “That was pretty fuckin gay there.”

    Patton stared disapprovingly at Daniel. “Kiddo, you know we’re in a school setting. No swearing.” Daniel muttered an apology. “And you’re hecking right it’s gay, we’re your dads, for gosh sake.”

    Roman, Daniel, and Adrien all stifled a laugh. He had a point though. Alya and Daffodil came up to the four of them, and asked what they were laughing about. “Dads were making out!” Daniel announced happily, sure that Alya would join in on the teasing.

    He was right. Alya joined in, teasing Roman for being unprofessional and kissing while on the clock. His protests about how he wasn’t even on the clock were waved away and laughed at. Roman pouted, upset that his family was ganging up on him, so Patton kissed him on the cheek to cheer him up which started another round of teasing.

    Unfortunately, it also prompted something else from someone else. A slur was muttered, not loud enough so that everyone heard it, but loud enough that Alya, Roman, Daffodil, Adrien, and Daniel heard the word and stiffened. Alya turned to the person, and asked, “I’m sorry, sir, what’s your name? Also, what did you just say?”

    “Dominick. And I said-” He repeated himself, much to the anger of Alya and Daniel.

    Daniel’s free hand clenched into a fist, upset, but he quickly relaxed it. He couldn’t afford to get in a fight. Not here. Not now. Not when it could cost his dad his job if he wasn’t careful. Instead, he held onto Adrien’s hand tighter.

    Alya had a little less self control. “I’m sorry, but what gives you the right to hate on us for being a family? For being who we are?”

    Dominick rolled his eyes. “It isn’t normal. It isn’t appropriate. You should at least restrain yourself around the kids or they’ll get the wrong idea. Girls and girls shouldn’t be together. Boys and boys shouldn’t be together. Girls should be with boys, boys should be with girls. Boys should work out in the field and girls should be in the kitchen, where they belong. Now go fetch me a brownie, sweetheart.”

    What happened next happened very fast. There was a flash and a crack and a groan and then the douchebag was on the floor. Quickly, Daffodil moved to restrain Alya, pulling her away from the douchebag. Roman and Patton sprung into action, clearing the parents from the auditorium and leading them to the blackbox. Adrien and Daniel ushered the kids to their parents, making sure that the little ones didn’t see the man on the floor.

    Once everyone was out of the way, Patton kept them entertained. Daffodil and Alya moved off to the side, making sure Alya hadn’t hurt herself. Roman returned, sitting down and checking Dominick’s pulse. Adrien and Daniel hung back a bit, wary of Dominick but still holding hands.

    Logan returned from the library with a book in hand, pausing as he took in the scene before him. “I was gone, for five minutes, and you’ve already knocked someone out, and you didn’t even try to stop her?” He motioned to Alya and Roman respectively when referring to them. “Are either of you going to explain yourselves?”

    When no one answered, Daniel stepped forward and said, “To be fair, he was a genuinely shitty person. He called us a slur and told us we shouldn’t hold hands to give the kiddos the wrong impression.”

    Roman nodded. “He was, unfortunately, incredibly shitty.”

    Logan sighed, rubbing his temples and muttering that he should get paid for this. “Well, wake him up, we need to check he’s okay. Douchebag or not, he was assaulted on school property, and you attacked first.”

    Alya reluctantly nodded, waking the douche up. He was disoriented and confused, so she spun a tale of how he had assaulted a kid and was hereby banned from school property. Turns out, he didn’t even have a kid that was there. He was just there for the food. So, win-win I guess.

    They all went home and cuddled. Happy ending.

[icariamusing]

CHARACTER BASICS

FACECLAIM: Robert Sheehan

NAME: Feliks Molotov

AGE: 28

BIRTHDAY: February 12th, 1992

OCCUPATION: Employee at Phryne

HOMETOWN: Moscow, Russia

PETS: N/A

POWERS

Necromancy

Chlorokinesis - Can create flowers at will and raise the dead for few minutes to get their last words and requests

BIOGRAPHY

Tw: murder, abuse, violence, suicide

If you were to ask Feliks Moltov which word best described himself, there were only be one that would come to mind- expendable. Born a Petrova in Moscow, Russia, Feliks’ father Nickolas was the son of a notorious Mob boss in Russia. It was a life Nickolas didn’t want for himself or his future family. He spent most of his young adult life fleeing from the vile life his father had cultivated for their family. During his travels to escape his father’s villainy, Nickolas had met Persephone while she was traveling the mortal realm while her husband, Hades, was away. He was captivated by her beauty and charm, and once she told him of who she truly was, he knew that their love couldn’t last. Before Persephone departed from Nickolas’ life, she gifted him with the one thing he’d always truly wanted- a pair of twins.

Their father spent most of their childhood spoiling them. He gave them all he could offer. They were the apples of his eye and the greatest joy in his life. He’d taken a job at a local factory to support the family of two, refusing to his father’s blood money, and also surviving on the occasional gifts of Persephone. They didn’t live the most rich life, but a simple life, and they were happy and, yet, growing up, there were always whisperers from the other kids in the neighborhood about how Feliks was unlucky. Flowers, patches of grass, and even trees would begin to wilt whenever he was around. The old women from their neighborhood described it as a bad omen. Later, Feliks would discover that it was the start of his ‘gifts’, and yet, even now, he’d find the word omen to be more fitting.

When the twins were 13, their father developed lung cancer due to the unsafe work conditions of the factory. The illness enveloped him quickly, and within the year, he succumbed. Unfortunately for the twins, this now left them in the care of their grandfather Viktor Dimitri, and the newest member of the Dimitri crime family.

Viktor was obsessed with Violet. She was coming into powers and showing much more potential than Feliks ever could. The man hoped to use the two of them for the gain of his empire, only as Violet continued to exceed everyone of Viktor’s expectations, Feliks time and again became more and more of a failure. The only time his grandfather ever seemed to give him a compliment was when it came to his forgeries. But, even those were few and far between. Violet became Viktor’s loyal assassin, but despite all of the training and brainwashing, Feliks could never quite stick to his orders.

It should have been an easy hit. Get in, get out. Nothing to it. The sixteen year old had done similar assignments before, but this time was different because this time, as he entered the man’s apartment, he found himself face to face with a young girl. She couldn’t be more than a few years younger than him and yet her eyes were filled with innocence and fear. She was petrified at the sight of him. It was as if she saw a monster and not a boy and she was shaking. Feliks hadn’t been there for her. He had come for her father. But, as much as he tried, he couldn’t shake the shivering image of her wide eyes from his mind. And the more he thought about the girl whose father he was about to take away, the more he started picturing his own old man in the target’s place. He had the target pinned down, struggling under his grip. But, he hesitated. The toxin he had brought to finish the job fell out of his hand. The next thing he knew, the poison that was suppose to kill the man was being used on him. Without thinking, instinct took over and Feliks shoved the father off of him and finishing him off with a dagger. The last thing Feliks saw was the little girl’s wide haunting eyes as his vision began to blur.

It was a miracle that the toxic hadn’t managed to kill Feliks, but in Viktor’s mind, the damage that was done was so much worse. Feliks sight was severely damaged that day to the point where only his shadow and light perception remained. After that, Feliks was no longer a use to Viktor and was quickly tossed aside. Along with it, any future contact to his beloved sister.

With no more ties to his family, the sixteen year old boy was thrown into foster care, tossed around from family to family, with each one often more abusive and neglectful than the other. If you’d think turning eighteen would be a saving grace for Feliks though, think again. As a ‘legal adult’, Feliks was tossed out onto the streets. Between dumpster diving for his breakfast and mumbling to the spirts harassing him on a daily basis, the now homeless man returned to crime as a means to survive.

He started out with petty crime. The scrawny kid sold drugs, many of which he’d experiment with himself, and pick pocketed rich drunkards on their way out of the club- that was if he wasn’t convincing them to let him come home with them first. He had established quite the routine when Luka stumbled into his life. Luka was quick witted, charming and had mistaken Feliks for a prostitute which Feliks readily went along with. He was always a sucker for pretty eyes after all. They’d joke that Luka was the Richard Gere to his Pretty Women and began to see each other more and more until Luka became Feliks’ new routine.

Feliks had never had someone see any potential in him until that point. Between tangled sheets, Feliks would listen to Luka’s schemes. The man would go on and on about what they would be able to do if they used Feliks’ abilities to the fullest- what sort of life the two of them could make for themselves. Luka already had money. He didn’t need to do any of this and he sure as hell didn’t need a prostitute to sleep with every night, even a fake one. Luka was in it for the thrills and, for a guy who already had nothing, going along with it seemed like the best offer Feliks was going to get. So, the two of the went bigger. They became quite the pair; a modern day Bonnie and Clyde as they dabbled in forgeries and burglaries. Luka would get mad at Feliks for always pushing the boundaries- going by funny Aliases as if he was hoping they’d get caught and Feliks would calm Luka down before the pair would fall into bed together- sometimes just the two of them and sometimes with someone else. It was everything Feliks could have wanted. He felt free, he felt loved and he was finally finding himself having fun- something he hadn’t experienced since his dad was still alive. He had even saved up enough cash to get out if he wanted to. He could start tracking down his sister or make a life with Luka besides the hotel hopping they had been doing over the past few years. Only Luka had other plans.

It was the night after a heist. Feliks rolled over in bed with a splitting hangover ready to cuddle up against the man he was smitten with. Only Clyde had walked out on Bonnie vanishing into the night as swiftly as he had entered Feliks’ life.

Luka left Feliks with nothing. He whipped him clean leaving not even a penny to his partner’s name. Feliks was back at square one, having been tossed aside for what now felt like the hundredth time in his life. Everyone in his life at one point or another seemed to toss himself to the side like he was nothing, so that’s what Feliks deemed himself to be.

He began to thrive in the nothingness. He started going by the name of Salem Mira after the black cat he had as a child and the street he grew up on. Cliché, he knew. But, it felt right to him. Feliks sold every piece of himself that he could and, if he had any ounce of dignity left, you could have bet he would have sold that too. That was before he heard through the grapevine that Vi- his twin and his other half- had passed. The last thread of happy memories he had, of their dad and the two of them, slipped away just like that. The next six years for Feliks quickly became a blur as he found himself at the bottom of a bottle after a bottle. He quickly became addicted to everything- sex, drugs, pills etc. If there was an anonymous circle to sit in with free donuts and coffee he was there in a heartbeat. Any distraction he could find he took without second thought. He’s been in rehab more times than he could count and even tried to take his life a few times. And yet, if you asked him, he’d say he still didn’t manage to get that right.

When Persephone showed back up in his life, he was mess without much of a conscience. He hardly believed the woman when she spoke of a place where he would be safe and loved. But, he was in between beds and figured a place where he wasn’t running from the law could be nice, so he packed up what little belongings he had and said what the hell?

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