#rusty's ocs

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Domination at its Finest

I have caved. Officially, I have caved into the desires of the OCs. No, I will not be proofreading this.

CW: SMUT, Dom!Heartthrob, Dom!Sylvester, Sub!Stone, Top!Heartthrob, Bottom!Stone, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Praise Kink, Voyeurism, Dumbification Kink, Oral Sex, Protected Anal Sex, Aftercare

Word Count: 2,019

Vikram's heart was racing as he kneeled in the bedroom, his hands folded behind his back as his posture was straight as always. His heart was racing not out of nervousness, but excitement.

It had been so long since he had sex with his partners, all of them being so busy with the kids who still lived in the house and all that came with having such a large family. He loved their kids, so much, but he felt the safest when he was submitting to his partners, letting them control what happened and just being led to the most pleasant of pleasures.

He had his head bowed, unable to see everything in the room but knowing that he was safe. He knew that Sylvester was sitting in a corner where he could watch everything from a comfortable chair and he knew Fariz was washing his hands in the master bathroom, drawing this out as a power play.

Fariz wanted Vikram to be good, to stay in the position he had ordered him to take. And Vikram was going to relish in being good for his boyfriend. He could be good—he will be good.

No matter how antsy the waiting was making him and how hard his cock was against his thighs, he was going to keep kneeling and stay kneeling until Fariz told him he could move.

Finally, the door to the bathroom opened and heavy footsteps were heard before a pair of bare feet stood in front of Vikram. Due to his tall height, he had to bow his head a little more than most people would for his face to be right in front of Fariz's clothed crotch. He instinctively licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to have his mouth stuffed with his boyfriend's cock.

And in due time, he would. He once again had to remind himself to be patient.

"Good boy," Fariz said after letting tension build up for a few seconds. His hand rested on the taller man's head, his fingers entangling themself in the black locks of hair. He pulled the strands gently, knowing Vikram would reward him with a small moan—and Vikram predictably did so. "Did he stay in his position like I asked him to?"

His question was directed towards Sylvester who was still comfortably sitting in the corner. Sylvester didn't speak, but Vikram knew from the way Fariz hummed in approval that their partner had nodded his head in confirmation that Vikram was good.

Fariz gently moved his fingers down Vikram's face until he could tilt Vikram's chin upwards so they locked eyes. "You're being such a good boy for Daddy and Sir," he stated with a sultry purr. His other hand came up to caress the scarred man's cheek, lovingly tracing the knife scar on his right cheek. "And I have the perfect reward, baby."

Vikram watched with eager eyes as Fariz removed his hands from Vikram's face, only for those hands to go to Fariz's belt as Fariz was only in pants and underwear. His mouth watered as Fariz slowly but surely unbuckled his belt, taking it off.

Fariz discarded the belt with no care to where it'd end up and proceeded to unbutton his pants, still putting on a show for Vikram. He chuckled when he saw Vikram literally drooling. He thankfully didn't make Vikram wait long for the final act as he took out his cock from his pants and underwear, allowing the half-hard dick to rest between his legs.

It took everything in Vikram not to move forward, instead he just took in the sight of Fariz. He took note of how the dick in front of him was uncircumcised and of average length. Despite not being big in length wise, Fariz was quite girthy.

It'd be an adjustment due to how long it's been for all of them, but Vikram wouldn't have it any other way. He couldn't wait anymore.

Thankfully, he didn't need to. Fariz was also getting impatient, his cock soon rock hard.

He leaned back on his heels, thrusting his hips upwards slightly to push his cock into Vikram's face. "Suck."

Vikram didn't need anything more said, diving for the prize he wanted and opening his mouth to engulf what was waiting for him.

The room filled with groans and moans from both men as his lips wrapped around the tip of Fariz's cock. He slowly worked his mouth down the dominant man's shaft, hollowing out his cheeks and relaxing his gag reflex to be able to take Fariz all the way to the base. Another moan flew past his lips, giving Fariz delicious vibrations around his cock as Vikram moaned from the taste of his boyfriend on his tongue.

"Give Daddy a show, baby," Fariz commanded once his fingers entangled themselves into Vikram's hair again, keeping a firm but not demanding grip just to steady himself. He let out a guttural moan, rocking his hips slightly in an attempt to help Vikram deepthroat him. "Show him how well you can take Sir's cock."

The taller man took that as a challenge, speeding up his efforts to make his boyfriend moan loudly. They didn't have to worry about the others in the house hearing what was going on in the bedroom as it the room was soundproof to not disturb others when Vikram was sleeping and snoring loudly. They could be as loud as they wanted.

With every bob of his head and every time he smelled Fariz's natural scent when he took him all the way to the base, Vikram's head was getting fuzzy. He was slowly letting go of all worries, letting himself enjoy what he was doing and who he was with.

"That's it, baby. Don't think, just let Sir use your mouth. Just like that."

Vikram barely registered Fariz now holding his head with two hands, fucking his cock into Vikram's mouth. His eyes became unfocused, knowing he could just let himself be used.

He was safe and all he wanted in that moment was his boyfriend's pleasure. He was rewarded with evidence of said pleasure by the moans and groans that filled the room, said noise being music to his ears.

Since it had been so long, it didn't take Fariz too long to reach the edge. He grunted, his hips slowly stuttering to a stop after one last powerful thrust. He held Vikram's head at the base of his cock while he pumped his cum into the mouth of his boyfriend, panting through the pleasure.

Fariz pulled away after a few moments, cooing at the kneeling man. "Good boy. You did so good for us." He twirled a strand of Vikram's hair before going to get the glass of water they had left on the nightstand near the bed for this reason exactly. "Here, baby. Drink up."

He had to hold the glass and tilt it back for Vikram as the other man was so deep in his dumbified state that he couldn't—no, he didn't want to—do it himself. He didn't complain at all, looking down at Vikram with adoration in his eyes.

Despite the state he was in, Vikram still seemed so hungry for more. When he finished the water, he looked up at Fariz and whined for more.

"You're still up for more, baby?" Fariz asked, knowing that look in Vikram's glossed-over brown eyes. He smiled when his boyfriend nodded eagerly in reply. "Then get on your hands on knees on the bed while I undress fully."

Due to Vikram being naked already, he didn't have to undress, so he quickly got onto the bed on his hands and knees. He stuck his ass high in the air, enticing his lover to ravage him.

Fariz shed his pants and underwear, going to grab an unexpired condom and the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He then gently maneuvered Vikram on the bed to where Sylvester and him could lock eyes.

Vikram heard the cap of the lube bottle pop open and after a few seconds, he felt a cold sensation right outside his entrance. He whimpered at the sensation as Fariz sunk his fingers inside Vikram's awaiting heat, his movements slow to better help with the slight burn of pain Vikram was no doubt feeling.

They were both too impatient, so Fariz hadn't even bothered working him up to two fingers. They both knew Vikram could handle the two fingers and he was whining in pleasure at the feeling of the fingers scissoring him open for Fariz's cock.

Soon, Fariz pulled his fingers away after deeming Vikram loose enough and he gently gave the taller man a swat on the ass when Vikram tried to move backwards to chase Fariz's fingers, feeling the loss of them. He silenced any more whines by rolling the condom on his cock and lubing it up before pressing his cockhead at Vikram's entrance.

He gently pushed inside, his hands coming to rest on Vikram's hips. Vikram slowly felt himself getting full, enjoying the sensation that he had missed for weeks now.

He was panting in need, surely giving his husband a show as Sylvester was still locked onto the pair. A whimper slipped out of his lips when Fariz was bottomed out inside of him, both men groaning at the feeling.

Despite the impatience from both of them, Fariz stayed buried inside Vikram's tight heat, waiting for his boyfriend to adjust. He rocked his hips slowly, helping him get used to it faster.

"Please," Vikram managed to croak out after a minute or two, his voice full of need. He was gripping the bedsheets beneath his so tightly, his nails surprisingly not tearing holes in them. "Please fuck me."

His begging was answered, Fariz starting slow as he pulled out until only the tip of him was still inside and then he pushed himself back in fully. The first few thrusts were slow and gentle, until Vikram was begging to be used again.

Fariz's thrusts became faster and harder, giving Vikram exactly what he wanted. It was enough for the taller man to slip deeper in his hazy state, drool dripping from his chin as the pleasure slowly started to take over him. All he could think of was his boyfriend and the pleasure.

He wasn't sure what sounds he was making, all he knew was that he was making loud noises, loud enough to drown out Fariz's moans. He vaguely registered the sound of his own voice begging for more, to which Fariz responded by pinning him down so that his upper half of his body was trapped beneath the shorter man as Fariz fucked his brains out in the new angle.

His leaky cock rubbed against the bedsheets beneath him, weeping for it had been forgotten but the pleasure was so much, it didn't need any more stimulation than that. Warmth was washing over him in waves, his breaths becoming heavier as the pleasure was nearing its peak.

Vikram cried out as his body shook with pleasure, the orgasm washing over him quicker than he could comprehend. He was gasping for air, his eyes completely unfocused for a few seconds while he rode out the high.

Fariz groaned in Vikram's ear, the tightening of Vikram's ass sending him over the edge. He thrusted one last time, filling the condom up. As he rode his own pleasure high, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against Vikram's shoulder blade.

The moments after were a blur for Vikram as he came down from subspace but he managed to catch glimpses of both Sylvester and Fariz praising him. He vaguely remembered Fariz stripping the bed of the bedsheets and putting on fresh ones so all three men could cuddle together after Vikram was cleaned with a damp cloth.

He sighed happily, cuddling up to both of his men.

"I love you," he murmured, his eyes drifting closed.

He didn't hear either man's answer, but he knew from the way they held him that they loved him too. And that was enough.

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Okay, so Sylvester was barely in this but look, I didn't know how he'd be in a sexy situation like this. But rest assured, he enjoyed himself. (Or at least I hope he did.)

I can't tell if I like the way I wrote this or not, but I also cannot see a way I could write it better. So fuck it, we ball.

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transformers oc,,,,,,,,yeahhgh

total time : 3:30

no speedpaint video bcuz im. lazy

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did a little comfort doodle on animal jamm

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look! at. my dinosaur ocs

btw here are the palletes if u want them. i found them on pinterest

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another transformers oc whose ref (above) i never finished 💔💔

i'll redesign her to be much more simpler (^-^;

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Like Father, Like Son

Of course the first idea that pops into my head is giving my favorite OC some angst. It's his fault he's always in my head. :)

Word Count: 756

Vikram woke up from a nightmare, lying on his back with his arm stretched out for his sleeping husband's head to lay on. He tried to hush his shaky breaths, trying not to wake up Sylvester as he fought the demons of his past.

Despite how much the nightmare shook him up, he didn't remember what it was about. It was a blur of memories he tried his hardest to push down every day. He briefly remembered the face of his father—the same face he shared.

He gently lifted Sylvester's head up and pulled his arm away, laying Sylvester's head down on his pillow. He sat up and pulled the blanket enough to uncover him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, knowing he wouldn't be able to go to sleep until he at least had a cup of water.

Vikram pulled the blanket back up so his husband wouldn't get cold and his instinct made him reach beside him into the nightstand by the bed. He opened the door and grabbed his sidearm, feeling the cold metal beneath his fingers before he took out the holster as well.

He put on the holster and slid the sidearm into the holster, making sure it was secure before he took the first steps towards the door. He tried his best to make his usually loud footsteps softer as he opened the door and made his way to the kitchen.

As he neared the kitchen, he heard the cupboards opening and closing, signaling that someone was in said kitchen. Alarm bells rang in his head, his body still in fight or flight mode from his nightmare.

Vikram struggled with paranoia and with the little sleep he had gotten, his mind reacted irrationally. Without giving it a second thought, he took his sidearm out of its holster and cocked the safety back.

The only thoughts in his head were that there was an intruder and he had to protect his family. There was no other option.

He crept closer to the kitchen, his gun raised and ready. He took a deep breath and snuck into the kitchen.

He saw the figure shrouded in darkness standing in front of the stove, their back to him. This was the time to strike, the element of surprise that he needed.

Vikram acted swiftly, decreasing the space between the two by lunging for the intruder and pressing the gun into the back of their head. He wrapped one arm of his around their chest, pulling them in close and stopping them from reaching for one of the knives.

Just as he was about to ask what they were doing in the house, he heard a gasp coming from the intruder. A gasp he knew well.

Too well. ...Like it was one of his family members.

It was then that he took in the shorter stature of the figure, how familiar it was. This was his son, Samuel.

As if he was on fire, Vikram let go of his son and pulled away so fast, he almost got whiplash. He cocked the safety back on the gun and threw it on the table with a loud bang, his mind trying to process what just happened.

Samuel took the opportunity to run out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. He left his stepfather in the kitchen, said stepfather's mind still reeling.

He struggled to come to terms with what he had just done, his hands shaking as memories of all of the times his own father aimed a gun at him flashing in his eyes. He had just done something similar to his own son.

He dropped to his knees without noticing what he was doing, a loud thud resounding throughout the otherwise quiet house. He vaguely registered his body shaking.

All Vikram could do in that moment was replay the moment, memories of himself in Samuel's position threatening to overtake everything. He could only see the similarities in the situations.

He was a monster just like his father was.

He was a monster just like his father.

"Vikram?" Fariz asked as he neared the kneeling man, his voice full of concern. He walked towards his boyfriend, resting his hand on Vikram's shoulder and watching him flinch at the touch. "What happened?"

"I'm a monster, Fariz," Vikram said, not answering Fariz's question completely. Numbness soon began to wash over him, the emotion inside of him dissipating just like how his Baba taught him.

"I'm just like Baba."

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Do I like this ending? Not really, but that's not new. I just needed to write this angst out.

I couldn't let Chester be the only one writing Stone pulling a gun out on his family. :)

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Sid drawing on animal jam from like. september

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i do wonder if kali ever questions the fact that theres two other bedrooms in serial killer!stone's home, both of which clearly decorated to be for kids. but maybe he just assumes that, like seemingly everything in this house, the rooms belong to the cats.

(unless stone also put all of sammy's stuff into storage here, like he did with sylvester's. room decor included. but that does still leave mārīte's room, and i dont think he would have gotten rid of that as easily, in case she grows tired of sleeping in stones bedroom and feels well enough to return to her rightful room)

imagining sometime in the middle of the night, mārīte ends up waking up and goes to get water in human form, only run head-first into kali who was doing the same thing. the way i just see mārīte being like ".......... ignore me. ill go drink from the bathroom sink instead"

rip to kali if mārīte ends up also creeping around in total darkness, because, well, not like *she* needs the light

Kali is screaming, so sorry. But what else is he supposed to do? There's a random kid in the house!!

Oh, he's going to be soo confused when he sees Serial Killer!Stone rushing out (with a gun, because of course he does) only for Stone to sigh and glare at Kali for screaming at his poor daughter. RIP to Kali who has to then watch Stone carry his daughter (because why should she have to walk anywhere) back to bed after she drinks water.

I don't think Kali is going to be allowed to go back to sleep in the bed now that that Serial Killer!Mārīte is in human form.

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The Reason to Stay

Sigh. I've lost the battle and yeah, here's another work with Outlaw!Sarabi. I don't want to make another masterlist, so this is going into the One Shots masterlist until further notice.

There are two works before this one: The Reason to Love the Stars & The Reason to Hate All Outlaws.

Word Count: 1,385

Ivan lowered the brim of his cowboy hat over his face, making it harder to see but also making it harder for anyone else to identify him. He had his neck gaiter pulled up over his nose to cover his lower half of his face, but he knew all too well that the burns that went all the way from the right side of his forehead down his entire right side of his body were too recognizable.

It was better for him to not fully see his surroundings than to be recognized. He wanted to eventually settle down in this town, not have this town be one of the numerous towns and cities he fled from.

He turned left and went up the steps leading to the entrance of the local hardware store. He pulled open the door and stepped inside the humid store, knowing exactly what he needed to get. He went to the aisle with the tools.

The people he was staying with had tools, plenty of tools, but he didn't want to take more than what he had already been given. There was also the matter of him building a house, so having a permanent amount of tools he didn't have to give back would be nice both during and after the building process.

Ivan was grabbing tools left and right, whatever he needed to do just a big job, when he heard two girls giggle from the aisle on the other side of his. It caught his attention because the store had been mostly quiet save for the owner of the store ringing things up.

He didn't understand what truly drew him to the sound but he found himself quickly putting whatever he had picked out into a basket that had been lazily left in the aisle instead of back in the front where the rest of the baskets were. His footsteps pounded against the tiled floor of the store and he walked out of the aisle he was in. He turned into the aisle he heard the sound at.

One of the girls were a familiar sight to him, the daughter of one of the men who lived at the farm Ivan and his crew were currently staying in. They had met a few days ago and she seemed sweet. He had figured it'd be hard not like her.

The other girl... She was familiar in a different way.

He had never met her before today, but he knew that face. She looked so much like his ex-lover, Vikram, it was uncanny.

She was relatively tall for a girl her age, she was approximately ten years old from what he could tell, as she clearly had gotten her father's tall genes. She had lighter skin with hers being golden brown but her dark brown eyes had the same spark as Vikram's. She had the same wavy black hair and the same bulbous nose shape he had.

Rahul had mentioned that Vikram had a daughter but it was completely different hearing about it to actually seeing said daughter. It raised so many questions, starting with who the other father was.

Ivan couldn't be the father, right?

It was when he was embarrassingly staring hardcore at the girls for far too long that they both looked up. Horror flooded his veins and he grimaced at being caught looking.

He could only hope they didn't think he was a creep.

Thankfully, the girl he knew—Mary, if he remembered correctly—brightened at the sight of him. She gave him a grin and a wave.

"Hi Mr. Ivan!" she said, keeping the best eye contact Ivan had ever seen a child her age do.

Ivan tried to pretend like he was just casually browsing, turning to the nearest shelf. "Hello."

He tried to leave it at that, to pretend like he hadn't gone here specifically because of the girls. He was regretting every decision that had led him to this moment.

Unfortunately for him, Mary closed the gap between him and the two girls, her hand linked with the other girl's so she came with her. "Oh, this is my sister!"

The other girl gave him a shy smile.

Just like her father's smile, hers seemed like it brightened the entire building. She seemed to get a lot—if not all—of the physical looks from Vikram that Ivan couldn't tell who was her other father.

"Hello, sir. I'm Laila. Laila Mishra-Kohli." She introduced herself with pride, her shyness ebbing as if just saying her name made her all that more confdient.

Ivan's heart skipped a beat at hearing her last name.

Mishra-Kohli.

A memory from so long ago resurfaced, a memory of Ivan and Vikram entangled together under sheets. Their hands interlocked and their eyes staying on each other. It had been a rainy day, so the two of them had hid away in Vikram's bedroom to cuddle and stay warm.

Ivan didn't remember how they got onto the subject, but he remembered clearly about Vikram's stance on marriage. They both knew they couldn't really marry, not legally at least, but they still fantasized about it.

In the unrealistic world where they could get married, Vikram had said he'd want to keep his name but also take Ivan's name. Except that they ran into the issue of Ivan having a hyphenated name already.

So they decided to stick with their Hindi last names only and be the Mishra-Kohli family. Ivan had been more than happy at the concept of dropping his father's name and it was all due to the fact that this was about a fictional world. No decision had lasting consequences since it would never happen.

Yet here he was, standing in front of Laila. Laila Mishra-Kohli.

Ivan hadn't thought he could regret his decision to be an outlaw more than he did now. Fuck him for ever thinking he was happier as an outlaw.

"Mr. Ivan!" Mary sounded concerned, her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. She seemed unsure of what to do, her free hand lifting before dropping back to her side. "Please don't cry."

Ivan sniffled, unaware of the tears flowing down his cheeks until he reached up and touched a tear. He sniffled again and wiped his cheeks, flustered that he had started crying in front of the girls.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry. I was just..." His words died in his throat. He cleared his throat and shook his head to get his bearings back. "It's nice to meet you, Laila. I'm Ivan Kohli-Petrov."

Laila seemed thrilled at them both having Kohli in their names. "Oh, we have similar surnames!" She then thought about it more, cocking her head to the side. "I wonder why that is."

Ivan gave a nervous chuckle. "Kohli is a common surname," he replied, not exactly lying.

It was a common surname in India. It just also happened to be that he was her father.

He wasn't ready to admit that yet. Nor was he deserving of the title of her father.

Ivan bid the girls a quick goodbye, making up some excuse or the other. His head was spinning with what he had found out and he needed time to be with himself.

So he made his way towards the cash register and paid for all that he had picked up. He still needed more tools but he could get those at a later day.

Once everything was paid for, he left the store and tied up the bag on the saddle of his horse. He mounted his horse and nudged her into a trot, guiding her towards the exit of the town. He made his way back to the farm, allowing the reprieve to fully process what had happened.

He met his daughter. A daughter he hadn't known about for so many years.

He glanced down at the tools he had bought, resolve solidifying in his chest. He knew what he needed to do.

Ivan was going to be a better man from now. Not just for Vikram or himself, but also for his daughter.

They were going to be a family, and he didn't care how long it'd take for him to get them to be one. He could be patient.

He was going to be patient.

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These boys better not make me turn this into a series. I can't do it. I won't do it.

But they have a mind of their own...

Anyways, have this. Hopefully my last time writing for this AU.

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Betrayed & Lied to

Hehe. I was reminded of a specific event that happens into the Ranch AU and then thought "Hm, I wonder what would happen if it was found out?" And so here it is. Because I want angst.

Word Count: 1,838

Ashok had been confused when he had been called by a detective who worked at one of the numerous police precincts in the city, but he had gone after the detective insisted it was urgent and it was about his late parents. He feared for the worst, that their graves were robbed and their eternal peace was disturbed.

The reality was much more confusing.

"Wait, so you exhumed my parents?" he asked, his mind struggling to process what was being said. Annoyance sparked inside him, upset that his consent hadn't been asked for in this instance. "How did you do it without my consent? Why did you even exhume my parents? They've been dead for several years."

The detective managed to look brave despite how anger Kali was slowly getting and she took a deep breath before saying, "We have reason to believe that your parents were murdered."

Ashok growled, unable to help himself. "They were in a car accident. They died upon being hit by a runaway driver."

"That's what the people who arrived on the scene thought too, that they had died upon impact," the detective answered, "But when we exhumed the bodies, our medical examiner saw that there was a bullet hole from a small caliber gun on both your parents head. It wasn't noticed the first time because you opted not to do the autopsy."

"Because I thought they did in a simple car accident." Ashok stopped his train of thought before he got too distracted, feeling so frazzled by this news. "You still haven't said why you exhumed their bodies."

The detective opened a file folder and took out a photo, sliding the photo towards Ashok. He didn't even need to look at it for more than a few seconds to recognize it was a photo of one of Jason's mafia friends: Caden. It was a rather blurry picture, but Ashok could make out the howling wolf tattoo Caden has on his right upper arm as Caden was wearing a sleeveless shirt in the picture.

How stupid for a man who boasts that he keeps his identity a secret and stays under the police's radar.

Ashok knew better than to admit he knows the man and instead asked, "Who is he?"

The detective cleared her throat before taking the photo again to place it back in the file folder. "We don't know his real name, but Interpol calls him The Diamond Torturer, His exact number of victims is unknown as there are a lot of victims that we can tie to him due to various reasons but there is sparse evidence to back our claims," she said, making sure Ashok understood what she was saying.

"And why do you think he killed my parents?"

He couldn't make sense of it. Was the police just making connections where there was none?

He didn't know Caden well, but he knew Caden didn't kill people who had family to miss them. It made more sense to him that the police were just grasping for straws.

"We found the serial killer's car when we raided a safehouse of his, hoping he was hiding there. He wasn't, but I recognized the car from this footage."

She took out a picture of a car Ashok knew was one of Caden's as Caden had dropped Death off at the ranch one day for some reason or the other. She then turned on the tablet she had nearby and clicked on the screen a few times before turning it around when it was on a video. She played a video, the video of car accident.

For the first time since his parents' death, Ashok was seeing what had actually happened. And as his parents' taxi had collided with the runaway driver's car and flipped over, the driver's car became clearer when it skid to a stop and the nail on the coffin that it was Caden's car was the image of Caden stepping out of the car. Again, the image was too blurry but it was enough for Ashok to know.

And it sent his mind reeling. He stared at where the video had stopped, which was on the image of Caden stepping close to the car just as the taxi driver had crawled out of the wreckage to safety. His parents were still in the backseat and that must've been when Caden shot them.

But why?

"I know that was very disturbing to watch, Mr. DeAngelo, but I want to assure you of something." The detective put the tablet to the side so she could lock eyes with Ashok. She reached over to grab his hands and squeezed them reassuringly. "Interpol will find The Diamond Torturer and they will get justice for your parents. I plan on personally helping them."

"Why would he kill them?"

"Do your parents have any enemies? Particularly in the Russian mafia? The Diamond Torturer is known to do the dirty work of the Russians."

Everything seemed blurry to him as he bid goodbye to the detective and made his way outside and to his car. The image of Caden in front of the taxi kept flashing in his mind's eye as he tried to process it.

As he drove home, he kept thinking about what the detective said.

Caden was employed by the Russian mafia and he mostly only killed nowadays for the mafia. So someone in the mafia must've put a hit out on his parents. But his parents hadn't been in debt to any mafias or gangs, so it had to be someone who knew them.

And the only person in the mafia who knew them was Jason and Jason had no reason to put a hit on them.

Unless someone had asked him to put a hit out on them.

The pieces of the puzzle were coming together and Ashok gripped the steering wheel painfully tight. He knew who did this.

He was furious now, upset that the bastard had gone to the lengths he did. How dare he kill Ashok's parents?

As soon as Ashok parked his car outside the ranch house, he got out of the car and locked it, storming up the porch steps and unlocking the front door. His brown eyes scanned the foyer as he stepped inside the house, finally locking on the man who had his ire lounging on the couch.

"You fucking bastard," he said, growling at the man in question.

He didn't let the man respond before he lunged at him, taking the taller man by surprise and grabbing him. He didn't stop at grabbing Vikram, no, he used the anger inside of him to be able to slam Vikram onto the coffee table in the living room.

He usually wasn't so violent, but this about his parents.

"What the fuck? Ashok!" Fariz yelled, jumping up from his position on the couch to intervene.

Vikram surprisingly shook his head at his boyfriend and said, "Don't." He then looked at Ashok, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What is it that you think I did?"

Ashok still had a tight grip on Vikram and he pulled him up to slam the bigger man into the nearest wall. "You had my parents killed, you son of a bitch."

Nearby, Ashok's husband, Adam came inside after having taken care of his horse and he grimaced, having heard what Ashok had said. He opened his mouth.

"Ash—"

Ashok cut off his husband, too focused on the man in front of him and too focused on his anger. "I know you had them killed; I just came from a police precinct and told that not only were my parents exhumed, but it was found out that they had bullet holes. They also showed me footage of the car crash and I saw not only Caden's car, but the man himself. And you're the only one who knows Jason enough to get him to take out a hit on my parents."

Vikram's brown eyes went to Adam, the two of them knowing the truth. However, the action had been noticed by Ashok.

"Don't look at him!" he snarled, shaking Vikram to regain his focus. "I know he's not a part of this, you're the only one dumb enough to do something without thinking about how it may affect the other person!"

"You're right," Vikram said, his voice hard but lacking any emotion. He had retreated to the part of him that he knew well, the emotionless part. "I had them killed and I did it of my own volition. Not even Jason knew I did it, as I had approached Caden without him knowing. But I did it for you."

Ashok bared his teeth at Vikram, looking like he was about to bite him.

"Don't bullshit me, Vik. We both know I didn't want them dead and you promised not to kill them. You knew my parents were a line you shouldn't cross. I loved them!"

Vikram finally reached up and pushed Ashok's hands off of him, taking a step forward to make the shorter man give him some space. "Your parents weren't even half of the people you thought they were. They didn't even treat you like a son, but like a servant for them to order around. They were going to ruin your relationship with Adam, all because he was a man. So yeah, I broke the promise and I don't regret it."

Ashok nodded at Vikram's last words, giving a bitter laugh. He moved away from Vikram before he could punch him. "Classic. You always think you're in the right. Fuck you. Fuck you for killing my parents."

He turned to go into his bedroom and after a few minutes of clothes being shuffled around, he came out with a duffel bad hanging from his shoulder.

"Where are you going, Ash?" Vikram asked, knowing better than to move towards Ashok.

"I'm going to stay at Ivan and Rahul's house. I can't look at you right now and I don't know if I ever can," Ashok answered, pointedly not looking at Vikram. "I can't forgive you for this, they were my parents."

Fariz finally got the courage to speak up. "Wait, don't go—"

Ashok ignored everyone else and walked out the door. He unlocked his car and got in, driving away from the ranch.

Everyone else inside the house was silent, stunned by what had just happened. By the friendship falling to ruins right in front of their very eyes.

Adam clenched and unclenched his job, looking at Vikram. "You didn't have to cover for me," he said, knowing that Vikram's part in Ashok's parents' death had been minimal at best and he hadn't even been the one to want to kill them in the first place.

Vikram didn't answer, simply rubbing his sore back and moving to tend to the bruises. He hadn't even done it to protect Adam anyways, he had done it for Ashok.

Not that it did anything but cause him to lose Ashok anyways.

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I looked back on the asks I sent about Kali's parents dying and technically, neither Stone nor Butcher really were the ones to first propose Kali's parents dying (I did that, my bad), but shh. So I modified how it came about just a little, it's fine.

I just wanted to write Kali and Butcher having angst in their relationship that wasn't due to their six month separation and I remembered this and well. I thought it would be juicy to have Butcher feel guilty about basically ruining Kali and Stone's friendship.

It'll all be okay in the end.

Also shoutout to the saga of people yelling at Stone continuing. Even though this time, Stone didn't really deserve it.

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Making Moves/Moving Chess Pieces

This is either going to be a big ass chapter (hence why there's two titles) or I'm going to split this into two. We'll see what happens as I write.

*This is part of the Loving a Killer AU and is part three, with Part One & Part Two already written.*

TW: Mention of Rape, Death

Word Count: 2,090

The printed out recipe of chicken biryani was being heavily studied by Dhruv, the tall man wanting to make sure what he was cooking was perfect. He had made chicken biryani multiple times before but he didn't know how to make it less spicy, as he had a rather high spice tolerance.

He was sure the guy who owned the local Indian store had been very amused when Dhruv asked him how to make the dish less spicy and the guy had told him to just follow the amount of spices that was used in a recipe found on the internet. When Dhruv told him he didn't have a computer or smart phone, the man nicely printed out a recipe for him.

He would have to make the man some laddus or something else to repay him. Even if the kindness had confused him at first, no one was kind without there being conditions to the kindness.

Well, except Sylvester. Sylvester was very kind simply to be kind.

Which was why Dhruv wanted to make the biryani, so Sylvester wouldn't have to cook or buy something out for dinner. Sylvester deserved to have one night where he didn't have to worry about feeding his amazing kids.

Speaking of Sylvester's kids, Dhruv's lips twitched into a smile as he remembered Mary talking about her day with him when they were walking up the stairs to go to their respective flats. She was the only kid ever to actually be happy to see him and he memorized the light in her eyes. She had even been kind enough to listen to him talking about his day, even if he had made it brief as to not seem like he was burdening her with his entire day.

As the weeks passed by, Mary would constantly talk to him in the halls and it evolved slowly but surely into him and Sylvester also talking when the little family of three would run into him together. They were slowly getting closer—at least in Dhruv's eyes.

And getting closer means they were on the path to being friends and friends gave each other food, right? He didn't truly know because he never had friends before, but this felt like the right thing to do.

Dhruv finally tore his eyes away from the recipe, using the amount of spices the recipe said to make the marsala. After making the marsala, the added the whole thing to the yogurt, ginger garlic paste, salt, turmeric, and red chili powder that was on top of the pieces of chicken. He then mixed everything together, making sure the chicken was fully coated.

He covered the pot of chicken to marinate for thirty minutes and then went to sautéing the onions, being careful not to overcook the onions. Time seemed to move slowly, but eventually the chicken was done marinating and he could cook it until it was almost fully cooked.

As it was cooking and making the gravy, he rinsed and cooked the rice. He didn't cook it fully either, checking if it was firm or not before starting the layer the rice, onions, and the saffron.

Once everything was layered and exactly as it should be, he popped into the oven to cook completely. He lounged around the flat as it cooked, reading a book of poetry that one of the construction guys he worked with—Ivan—recommended to him to pass the time.

It only took twenty minutes to complete cooking and soon, Dhruv was taking the dish out of the oven. He made sure it was all covered still and waited for it to cool for a few minutes so he could bring it over.

He looked over at the clock, hoping Sylvester was not only home but hadn't fed the kids yet.

Once it was cool enough for him to carry, he gently carried it over to the door and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway after slipping on his shoes. He turned left, going down to doors and maneuvering the huge dish in his hands so he could knock.

His heart pounded in his chest and could be heard in his ears, a lump forming in his throat as he waited for Sylvester to open the door. He hoped this was the right decision and he wasn't overstepping.

Light briefly blinded him as the door opened, allowing more light to filter out into the dimly lit hallway. Standing there, cascaded in the artificial light, stood Sylvester and he looked as ethereal as always.

Dhruv's heart sped up, especially when Sylvester took in the sight of the dish, and he held the dish out towards Sylvester. He licked his dry lips, forcing them apart so he could speak.

"I brought you dinner," he said, speaking so bluntly that he forgot normal people would've indulged in some niceties first. Alas, all he could do was wince at his impatient self and clear his throat. "I made chicken biryani for you and the kids, so you didn't have to make food for them."

Just as he finished speaking, he glanced down and saw little Samuel hidden behind Sylvester's legs, never far from his father but always so shy. He gave a smile to soothe the boy, but it seemed to make the younger kid shrink back.

Maybe Dhruv's smile wasn't as natural as it seemed. He felt bad that he scared the kid.

His eyes snapped back up to Sylvester as the older man replied, "Oh, you didn't have to do that. But thank you."

Their fingers brushed against each other as Sylvester reached over and took the heavy dish from Dhruv. Dhruv watched the older man turn to go further inside and he felt a pang of concern.

"Do you need help? Sorry, I forgot it'd be very heavy."

Sylvester brushed off the younger man's concern. "No, no. I got this."

He retreated to the kitchen to put down the dish and then quickly came back. He gave Dhruv a genuine smile.

At least Dhruv hoped it was a genuine smile. Sylvester always looked so handsome when he smiled.

"Thank you again for this," Sylvester said, leaning against the doorway. "I appreciate it."

Dhruv felt his palms get sweaty as they have been doing ever since he started spending more time with the older man. "You're welcome," he replied. "Uh, I should leave you to eat the dinner. I hope it's not too spicy, I tried my best."

Dhruv stepped away, making his intentions clear. He always felt like he wanted to stay in Sylvester's presence forever but he knew he'd say something stupid if he stayed for too long.

Sylvester nodded, letting the taller man leave. He gave another smile before Dhruv left.

"Goodnight, Dhruv."

"Yes. Goodnight."

Dhruv turned and went down to his door, opening it. He clutched his chest, hoping his racing heart would slow soon.

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Two hours later, in the dark of the night, Dhruv waited outside of an apartment building, staring up at a flat which had a light on. He had donned on his mask and costume that had been hidden away in his closet for months ever since he decided to move.

Lust for blood coursed through his veins, unable to stay repressed anymore. The time for him to go back to killing had come and today was the day. His hands would be stained with blood once more.

It was still risky for him to do this, but one of the guys he worked with talked about how his cousin's rapist had been acquitted despite her testimony and the evidence against the motherfucker. She had suffered the worse thing imaginable and he had walked away with it.

If he was a self-righteous prick who had delusions about what he was doing, he'd say he was doing it solely for the justice. The truth was that he was waiting for any chance to kill someone and this was the chance. A rapist being killed was merely a bonus.

Dhruv stared at the window for a few seconds and watched the light turn off inside before making his way behind the building under the cover of the dark, going through the backdoor so none of the cameras in the lobby would catch him. He knew from scoping out the place for days before that there were no cameras in the stairwell and the floor where the rapist lived "conveniently" broke the day before today.

He definitely hadn't broken the cameras himself yesterday. Definitely not.

Knowing no one would be coming home late at this time, he crept up the stairs, taking care not to wake the ones who were sleeping. He made his way to the fifth floor, taking his silencer out of its holster.

The guy's flat was at the end of the hallway with a substantial amount of wall space between the flats, so there'd be even less chance for someone hearing the guy dying.

Dhruv came to the door of the flat and quickly jimmied the lock, opening it without having to make too much noise. He walked inside, making sure his footsteps were still light. Thankfully, he didn't have to go far to get to the bedroom.

The guy left his bedroom door open. Almost like he was asking for it.

It was so easy, Dhruv didn't even need to do so much. The kill was so quick, all he had to do was aim and pull the trigger. The guy didn't wake up the entire time and he never would again.

It was such a satisfying kill despite how short it was. If Dhruv was into making risky moves, he would've stayed to savor the feeling.

He had to make do with savoring it as he went out the window and climbed down from the fire escape. He knew better than to linger so he took alleyways as a way to disappear easily.

From between where the kill was and where his own flat was, Dhruv had stashed a duffel bag of fresh clothes in an abandoned warehouse so he stopped by to change and look normal. He left the warehouse looking like a regular person carrying a duffel bag that could pass for a gym bag which also held his gun.

He was completely calm when he went back to his flat, stepping on the landing connected to his floor with no anxiety pulsating through his body. His paranoia wasn't fully sated but he knew better than no one would be awake at this time.

Or that was what he thought before he walked past Sylvester's door and it opened. He tried to look normal as he spun around at the sound, his eyes zeroing in on a Sylvester who wore a rob. He was confused why the older man was still awake when he saw the empty dish that used to hold the biryani in the man's arms.

"Ah, I'm glad to catch you, Dhruv." Sylvester stepped out the door, closing it behind him. He stepped closer, holding out the empty dish. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to give you this to you until tomorrow but then I remembered you go to the gym every night."

Dhruv was secretly thankful to have a membership at a local gym and to have been going every night to explain away why he was awake at odd times. He managed a smile, looking casual.

"You didn't have to stay up for me." He moved closer on instinct, like there was a magnet pulling him closer to Sylvester. He made sure the duffel bag was properly slung over his shoulder before taking the dish. "Thank you for returning it. I hope the food was up to your tastes."

Sylvester nodded, looking up at Dhruv. "The kids and I loved it," he answered, sounding sincere.

"I'm glad."

Dhruv saw Sylvester take a big whiff of the air and he managed to stay calm despite knowing that Sylvester had better senses than regular humans due to being a hybrid. Dhruv had doused himself in a musky cologne—whatever that meant, he had just chosen a random cologne—to mask any smell of blood that was on his person.

Sylvester still had his smile, so Dhruv figured he was in the clear.

"Goodnight," Sylvester said, yawning suddenly.

"Goodnight," Dhruv answered, watching Sylvester head back inside.

He waited a few seconds before going to his flat. Inside the flat, he finally let himself blow out a breath of relief.

He felt satiated. Finally.

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Yeah, I combined two ideas into one, yay for me!! Oof, this was so long.

Felon!Stone couldn't let me not sate his bloodlust for long. It had to be done.

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Bloodlust Quelled... for Now

Felon!Stone has decided to stay in my head longer. So yay for him, he gets a sequel before Rohan does.

This is a sequel to A Change in Scenery.

Word Count: 1,062

Dhruv wiped the sweat off his forehead, lifting his hard hat up just enough to do it before placing it back on his head proper to protect him. It was a hot summer day and he was too busy working, but maybe that was a good thing.

His hands twitched, wishing he could just swing his hammer at the nearest coworker. Going from killing consistently to killing no one for six months was almost like quitting smoking cold turkey, it was hard work and now he was feeling the effects at full-force.

He just needed to kill someone, anyone.

Dhruv eyed the most annoying coworker on the construction site, Terry, and he saw the shorter man go behind the back to check on something. He was all alone back there, a perfect opportunity for Dhruv to kill Terry.

He could see how it'd play out in his mind's eye. The way he'd use the hammer first to actually kill him and then how he'd use the saw and plastic sheeting to dispose of the body. It'd be quick and he'd time it when the big crane was being used as it would hide the sound of Terry hitting the ground.

"Dhruv!" A man named Robert called out to him, making the taller man turn around. Robert gave him a gesture to come with the group of guys that was slowly building. "It's break time. Put down the hammer and come out to lunch with us."

Dhruv didn't want to go, he wanted to act on his thoughts. Unfortunately, it'd look suspicious if he stayed behind and then Terry "disappeared". The police would be able to link it back to him once they talked to the rest of the construction workers.

So he took one last, longing look at the house, imagining Terry behind the house—a perfect victim—before he put down the hammer. He heard the other guys cheer, happy that the enigmatic man that was Dhruv was finally going to come out to lunch with them.

That was a close call, but his bloodlust was still simmering beneath his skin. God, he didn't know how he was going to survive the rest of this day.

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Dhruv was exhausted when he got home, but thankfully it wasn't actually late in the day. He had just done the most heavy-lifting because he was the biggest man on the construction site.

Just as he turned left to go down the hallway towards his apartment, the little girl who lived with her father and brother two doors down from him bounded up the stairs. She was far faster than him due to her bountiful energy and he narrowly managed to not collide with her by side-stepping.

However, this made her all that aware of Dhruv and she slid to a stop next to him, her eyes bright as they looked up at him. Her smile was surprisingly infectious and Dhruv felt his lips twitching into a small smile all on its own.

The action felt unfamiliar to him but warmth washed over him when he saw the little girl's smile widen at the sight of his own. He finally made someone happy, even just for a little bit.

"Hi, Mr. Dhruv!" The little girl, Mary, said as she waved at him. She followed behind him as he walked to his flat, since they were heading in the same direction anyways. "The sun is so pretty outside, isn't it?"

Dhruv hummed in response, hoping his monotone voice wouldn't put her off. He just didn't know how to speak with emotions yet, or how to feel most emotions in general.

Thankfully, Mary wasn't deterred by him and kept talking. She was talking about anything and everything, what she did in school, everything she saw on her way home. Nothing was off-limits with her and Dhruv found himself nodding along, listening intently.

They both stood in front of her flat door for what seemed like hours but was most likely just a few minutes. When Sylvester finally opened the door, having heard his daughter talking outside no doubt, Dhruv found himself waving to Mary as she walked inside the flat.

Sylvester gave a little playful shake of his head, clearly amused with the fact that his daughter had talked Dhruv's ear off. His light blue eyes turned to Dhruv and he gave the taller man a polite smile.

Dhruv's heart did flips in his chest, unable to help itself. He felt his knees shaking ever so slightly, more warmth washing over him. He'd never get used to the sight of a smile directed at him.

"Thanks for letting Mary talk her head off," Sylvester said, leaning against the doorframe. He still looked tired but Dhruv was starting to think the man might just look tired always.

He still looked breathtaking despite how tired he looked.

"She's very outgoing," Dhruv responded, secretly hating the way his voice sounded so monotone. It was probably a good thing with the way he was oddly yearning for the older man in front of him. "You have a good kid. She's polite at the very least. Not many people teach their kids manners nowadays."

Sylvester gave a little laugh and Dhruv felt something flutter in his stomach—was this what people called butterflies?

"Thank you, I try my best."

Dhruv stared at Sylvester for a few seconds before clearing his throat. "I.. I should go," he said awkwardly, gesturing to his door two doors down. "Had a long day."

The truth was that he was feeling all sorts of new things and he wanted to hide in his flat to try and process it all. God, what was wrong with him?

"Oh, don't let me keep you." Sylvester still had that polite smile on, making Dhruv's heart flip constantly. "Have a good day."

Dhruv opened his mouth to respond, but no words cams out and he ended up just turning on his heels to quickly walk away. He practically ran to his door and unlocked it, going inside and closing the door.

Once the door was locked, he pressed his back to the door and slid down on the floor. He rubbed a hand down his face, groaning.

He was so caught up in his new emotions that he didn't notice his bloodlust had gone down during the course of the encounter.

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Look, I don't know how little kids talk, so Mārīte only has two lines of dialogue here. Also I feel like Sylvester might OOC but fuck it, we ball.

Anyways, hehe I do like make Felon!Stone panicking at the emotions he's feeling.

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A Change in Scenery

Felon!Stone finally gave me a concrete idea and well, I guess he does deserve to finally have a work for himself. Let's see how much he differs from Serial Killer!Stone.

Word Count: 915

Dhruv made his way up the stairs to his apartment—his flat, as the locals would say. It was a long flight of stairs but he thankfully had been gaining more stamina from all of the construction work he had been doing for a few months now.

Moving to the UK and starting a job for the first time ever wasn't something he ever thought he'd do, but it had to be done. His killing had been garnering too much attention from the FBI and the media, it had become too risky for him to stay in the U.S. Everyone had their own opinion on him, whom they called The Harbinger of Justice, and it was just getting in the way of him doing his "job".

So despite the fact he spent the past thirty-five years of his life in Manhattan, New York, he had to leave and branch out. He had to pretend he was normal.

Dhruv had robbed the corpses of his victims until he got enough money to pay for a passport, a ticket to the UK, and a hotel room for until he had gotten a job. That was six months ago and he had been determined to just put his head down so no one looked at him for longer than a second.

The need to feel blood soaking his hands was irresistible though and he was slowly itching to don on his mask and costume so he could go out and kill. Crime in his area was high since it was the middle of the city and each time the news came on with another story of a robbery, his bloodlust grew. It was getting to its peak and that was dangerous.

For now, he was too exhausted from his day out at the construction site to want for anything but collapsing on his couch. His muscles were downright sore when he managed to step onto his floor, the hallway lights flickering because the landlord couldn't be bothered to change the bulbs in a timely manner.

He turned a left down the hallway, walking all the way down as his flat was the last one on the left side. His hand went into his pocket, reaching for his flat key just as a father stepped onto the landing of the stairs, his two small kids following after him.

The daughter was yapping to her father in a language Dhruv didn't know, her father seeming to be mindlessly listening as he just hummed in response to whatever she said. She seemed to be the more active of the two kids, the son just silently holding his father's hand as they walked.

The sight of the family of three was familiar to Dhruv as they were neighbors. Or well, the family of three were two doors down from Dhruv.

So this wasn't the first time he'd seen them nor would it be the last time.

As the father neared closer to their flat, he seemed to notice Dhruv looking. If he was surprised the taller man was unabashedly staring, he didn't show it as he instead gave Dhruv a tired but polite smile.

Despite knowing the smile was just out of politeness, the sudden and unfamiliar sight of affection made Dhruv drop his keys just as he went to put it in the lock. For the first time in a long time, he managed to feel something other than bloodlust as his heart pounded in his chest and warmth blossomed in his chest.

He felt warm all over and he was thankful he couldn't blush as he bent down to pick down the keys. The sight of the smile replayed in his mind's eye as he straightened upright when the keys were back in his hands and he mentally prepared himself to smile back as best as he possibly could.

However, when he turned, he realized he was too late. The father and the kids were gone, having retreated to the sanctuary of their flat.

Now able to move without anyone watching his embarrassing movements, he unlocked his own door and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him once he cleared the doorway, pressing his back to the door and locking the door's multiple locks.

His heart was still pounding and his mind was still stuck on that smile. God, how could that man—Sylvester, if he remembered correctly—make his knees feel weak from just a smile?

Dhruv had never felt that before and it made alarm bells ring in his head.

What if this was a trick done to try and catch him off-guard? But then what would be Sylvester's end goal for that? What was real and what wasn't real? Was he just overcomplicating something simple and meaningless?

Dhruv's hands reached up and his fingers gripped his hair, tugging just enough to ground him. There was no reason for him to get so worked up over it.

It was just a simple encounter, he had heard people smiled at others to be polite. Sylvester was just the first.

Dhruv moved forward in his flat, murmuring to himself to try and calm himself. He took off his jacket and threw it on the back of the couch, making good on his promise to himself to collapse on the couch.

It didn't mean anything.

He bit back a groan as he rolled onto his stomach to press his face into the couch cushions.

He would get over this. Eventually.

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Oh, I'm starting to like Felon!Stone. Or maybe I just like writing a confused Stone who doesn't understand what yearning is.

So I finally figured out how Felon!Stone and Sylvester would be seeing each other enough to get to fall in love with each other in this AU. It was something I was always wondering on since we never established how they even met.

Now I just have to name this AU. 😭

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mārīte, hiding her handsaw: *is whistling*

stone: oh, you should take the bed. it's probably better for your back

sylvester, internally: when the hell did i talk about my back problems with him???? must have forgotten about it..

sylvester, externally: oh, thank you, that's really considerate of you :)

that was a close call. because i 100% see mārīte always talking about sylvester, but in a subtle way. just "oh, dad's fine :) just having a bit of back pains lately, so ugh, i have to carry all the groceries upstairs" or smth

anyways, imagining after the couch breaks, sylvester offers that he can go cat mode and just sleep on one of the reclining chairs or something, so stone doesnt need to suffer

mārīte and laila are gonna facepalm so hard. that was NOT the plan!! after all the effort they put into orchestrating this!!! aaa !!!

Stone is like "No, no. I'll sleep in a sleeping bag. You can still have the bed." He's so adamant about Sylvester taking the bed.

Cue Laila taking all of the sleeping bags and hiding them. They have to make it so Sylvester offers to just share the bed, which is proving to be more difficult than they thought.

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I Miss You

I'm in dire need of reading Kali angst, and so I must write it. And what better angst for Kali than during the six months after his and Butcher's wedding where Butcher and Charlie were in hiding?

Context because I know literally all of the context for this is on @jupiter-reimagined's blog: Kali and Butcher (Chester's OC) got married, but at their reception Charlie (also Chester's OC) and his biological father (not to be confused with his adopted father Butcher) got kidnapped by goons of a rival mafia boss. Butcher went after them to save them and in the process, went into hiding with Charlie. This left Kali alone with their daughter (Lakshmi, who is my OC) and their son (Sammy, Chester's OC).

It had been six months since anyone has seen the two.

Word Count: 1,758

Ashok felt so tired and he hadn't wanted to get out of bed this morning. But he hadn't felt like getting out of bed most mornings nowadays and as he was the only parent for his daughter and sometimes for his youngest son, he'd have to suck it up.

Lakshmi and Sammy deserved to have a father who didn't curl up in bed and cry. They deserved to have the love and attention he had promised to give them the moment they came into his life.

"Lakshmi, Sammy! Breakfast is ready!" he called out to the two teens, finishing plating the second plate after having plated the first.

They were having pancakes, as usual, but neither teen complained. Pancakes were the easy breakfast that Ashok could bear to make in the morning.

"Good morning, Baba," Lakshmi greeted him as she got to the table. She sat down, watching as her brother took his plate to his bedroom as he had been doing for six months now.

He was actually going to Charlie's bedroom, but Sammy had needed to be in his big brother's bedroom as a source of comfort, so Ashok hadn't commented on it. They were all trying to deal with Adam and Charlie being absent in their own way.

Ashok gave Lakshmi a small smile, able to do that much. "Good morning, Beta. How was your sleep?" He was pointedly not eating at that time, having only had a smoothie that morning before making the pancakes.

Lakshmi seemed oblivious to her father not eating anything in front of her, digging into her pancakes. "I slept well, had a nice dream of getting up on one of the horses and riding. I think I'm getting better at bonding with my horse," she said, starting to ramble.

"You'll be able to mount your horse and ride her any day now," Ashok replied, washing the pan the pan and bowl he had used to make the pancakes.

For the past six months, Lakshmi had been busying herself from thinking about Adam and Charlie being off the grid by bonding with a horse on the ranch and getting the courage to ride said horse. It was going slowly due to her school and Ashok doing his chores on the ranch while also doing all of the house chores that Adam had done when he was still here.

A pang of nostalgia hit Ashok and he lifted a hand instinctively to rub at his chest where his heart was beating underneath layers of skin.

He missed seeing his husband around the house. He missed hearing Sammy whisper to Charlie as the two hid away in the oldest's room.

He thought back on his and Adam's wedding day often, cherishing the memory of them saying their vows to each other. If he only thought about what happened before the wedding reception, he could pretend the day hadn't been ruined in the end.

He could pretend he had spent the last six months with his husband by his side instead of missing him and not knowing where he was. He didn't know if Adam was alive, he just had to have faith he was.

"Baba?"

Ashok was brought back from his reminiscing, turning his hand to the side to look at his daughter. "Yes, Beta?" he asked, hoping he hadn't missed her saying something important.

"I love you." Lakshmi got up from her chair, coming around the table to where her father was washing dishes. She hugged him from behind, squeezing tight before pulling away. "We're going to be okay."

"I know, Beta. And I love you too." Ashok finished washing the dishes and turned around until he could comfortably kiss his daughter's forehead. He let her be in his presence for a little while longer before he gently nudged her to get moving.

"Go, Akhil is coming to pick you up and Sammy up to go to school. He'll be here soon. Can you make sure Sammy is ready? I have to make some calls that have to be done soon."

Lakshmi nodded her head and went to do what her father had asked, leaving him alone in the kitchen. He needed the moment alone, steeling himself in order to get through the day.

When he heard the kids leave the house and get into Akhil's car, he finally moved and got ready for the day. He wore clothes appropriate for the ranch, leaving the house chores for later.

Once he was ready, he did the phone calls quickly so he could get started on the work outside. It was tiring to listen to the people on the other line, but it had to be done.

After finishing the phone calls and going to the living room, he whistled when he passed the huge black wolf, the whistle making the old wolf perk up. He chuckled when Shadow let out a small whine.

"I know, we're both getting too old for this. But it has to be done, come on." He gestured for the wolf to get up, taking Shadow's collar which was laying on the nearby coffee table.

After Shadow's collar was put on, they both left the house. Ashok didn't bother putting a leash on the wolf, knowing he had trained Shadow to come to him if they ever got separated and that the trick had been tested before in worse conditions than a ranch could ever give.

Work on the ranch was normal as usual, Ashok going to check on the animals they had while Shadow herded all of them where Ashok needed them to go. He put more hay and feed in the designated barn, stable, and chicken coop, making sure all of the animals were fed.

Hours passed by and he was still working on the ranch, in the barn to take care of the horses' hooves. He had a horse's hoof in his hands and it was leaning against his thigh which was lifted up to create a relatively smooth surface to lay the hoof against.

He was so focused in cleaning the hoof that he barely registered Shadow barking and the sound of a car pulling up. It took Shadow barking some more before Ashok realized he was barking.

Ashok murmured a curse in Hindi before finishing his job of cleaning the hoof, making a mental note to finish cleaning the rest of the horse's hooves later before he exited the stall and the stable where the horses were kept in. He made his way to where his house was, since that was where the car stopped.

He didn't recognize the car, but he didn't draw his sidearm that was hidden beneath his jacket in fear of making the potentially hostile stranger(s) act. Instead, he whistled for Shadow to come to his side, knowing that despite the years retired, the wolf was just as battle-ready as he was.

The two people who were in the car stepped out and Ashok had to raise his cowboy hat higher so his partial sight wasn't more impaired than usual while he looked on at them. What he saw shocked him; he saw his husband and his oldest son, both with more scars they had than when they had left, but they were there in front of him.

They were alive and they were home.

Ashok couldn't believe who he was seeing, seeing the two men he had dreamed day and night to see again. The only thing that was truly making him believe he was actually seeing Adam and Charlie was Shadow happily wagging his tail and barking at the two of them.

The wolf couldn't wait anymore and ran towards the two without warning, but he wasn't charging to attack. He stopped in front of them and kept wagging that tail, inciting them to pet him. He had missed them just as much as the humans who lived on the ranch.

Charlie was petting Shadow, but Adam was staring at his husband. He hadn't moved an inch since getting out of the car.

Even from the distance between him and the two, Ashok knew his husband looked nervous. He might not have shown it visibly, but Ashok just knew.

He knew, without his husband saying, that Adam was worried he wouldn't be taken back so easily. If Ashok knew his husband as well as he thought he did, then Adam most likely thought that Ashok had moved on with someone else in the six months they had been apart.

And oh how wrong he was.

"Meri Jaan."

The term of endearment was out of Ashok's mouth before he could stop them. Not that he would, because Adam really was his entire life. It had been a very rough six months for him, but he would've waited as long as he needed to, just to get to this moment.

His legs moved on their own, taking him to the one person he wanted to be with for the rest of his life: his husband. With his long legs, he was in front of Adam soon and with a sob ripping through his throat, he reached up to cradle his husband's face.

Tears blurred his vision, but he didn't dare stop cradling his husband's face to wipe them away. Declarations of how much he missed Adam were flowing out of him, but he didn't know if he was speaking Hindi or English.

All he could really focus on was that Adam was home. Adam was in front of him, finally.

"I love you," he said, his voice breathless from crying. He was faintly aware that he was speaking in English, his husband being able to understand him. "I missed you so much, my husband."

"Are you a dream?"

Adam seemed surprised at the question and he shook his head no, making sure not to pull out of Ashok's embrace. "It's me, doll," he answered in that gravely voice he had gotten from years of smoking.

"I'm home."

The confirmation that Adam was here in front of him took the wind out Ashok and he collapsed in his husband's arms, letting the tears flow freely without care. He was sobbing, but he couldn't stop it, every day of missing his husband catching up with him.

He was vaguely aware of being picked up, his body acting on its own as he pressed closer to Adam's. He was being carried inside, but all he could do was cry.

Cry and be happy that the pain of missing his husband was gone.

This was supposed to end on the cliffhanger of Kali hearing Shadow barking, but hey. We do love a reunion.