#this guy can barely comprehend anything outside of KILLING and MURDERING and BLOOD and

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

*archduke voice* “Excuse me. He asked for no pickles”

[tenthgrove]

L'inizio- A La Squadra Backstory Collection

Chapter 3: Due Cuori (Sorbet & Gelato Part 1)

Word Count: ~3800

Warnings: parental abandonment, homelessness, mildly-suggestive behaviour

The young boy sobs into the bag he’s carrying as he flees down the dark, damp street. The quick-paced footsteps of his pursuer sound loudly as they smack against the wet concrete. The boy prays for some rain to cover the sounds of his panting and running, but he knows such luck will not be afforded to him.

He is out of his depth in this part of Naples. Not yet 14, he’s one of many such young fools who thought it would be easy to snatch a little money from one of the smaller street gangs that roam this part of the town, making the crucial mistake of thinking ‘smaller’ was synonymous with less relentless. The boy has barely a moment to comprehend the dead end ahead of him before he is knocked sharply around the back of his head and sent reeling to the floor.

“Where the hell is my money, you shit?!” the angered man interrogates him sharply. He rears a clenched fist ready to strike him again, and the boy cowers against the wall.

“It’s there! Right there!” he shrieks desperately, pointing at the back dropped at his side. The man spits. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun. “I swear Signor! The money’s there!” the boy pleads, his voice hitching in mortal terror. The man scoffs venomously.

“Yeah, I heard.”

Two shots ring out, but they aren’t aimed at the boy. The man’s blood splashes over him as he chokes on it, falling to the ground without a word. The boy counts two wounds on the man’s back.

The figure at the end of the alleyway lowers his gun and begins to approach. He is somewhere on the boundary between boyhood and manhood, perhaps about 18, at a first guess. He is darkly dressed, with hair to match, and he returns his weapon to his pocket with a detached smoothness that suggests great experience with the murderous act. He leans over the boy and picks up his bag, smiling in satisfaction at the wad of cash crudely jammed inside. He zips the bag up and hauls it over his shoulder.

“Grazie,” he thanks him, turning away and beginning his journey back down the alleyway.

He does not walk far before he reaches his destination- a small house in a densely packed row just a street away. He knocks calmly, and the door soon opens.

“Ah, Sorbet,” the responder answers. “I thought I’d heard gunfire.”

“’Evening Gabriele,” he greets him, sorting off some of the money in his hands. “20,000 lire says I can stay the night.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Gabriele agrees with a small chuckle. “Come right in, friend.”

Sorbet removes his jacket and seats himself down on the sofa, shuffling the bag protectively behind his legs. He takes off his own bag as well and pilfers through to find the chewing gum he’s been saving for this evening.

“May I ask how you still haven’t found a place of your own? Surely you must be rolling in it from all that blood money you’ve got lately. Hell,” he remarks, eyeing the money poking out from behind Sorbet’s lap. “You could probably sort yourself out for a couple months on that alone.”

“You can certainly ask,” Sorbet answers apathetically.

“Well?”

Sorbet looks at him contemplatively before deciding he’s in the mood for compliance tonight. He leans back.

“To put it simply I’ve just been out of it too long. ‘Don’t have my birth certificate, ‘don’t have any documents of that sort. I left home at 14 and frankly I’d be shocked if I wasn’t legally dead by now. Well, assuming my mum was ever lucid enough to do the paperwork, that is.”

“You could rent a flat from the gang. They’d hardly say no to you,” Gabriele suggests.

“Not really a fan of that sort of obligation, Gabe,” Sorbet refutes him. “Besides, the quote on quote ‘buildings’ the gang owns get busted by the cops all the time. I hardly wanna deal with that at 1 in the morning.”

“True,” Gabriele snorts. A knock sounds at the door. “Who the fuck at this time of night?” he gripes.

“No idea, but have fun with them,” Sorbet says, getting to his feet. “I’m off to help myself to your shower,” he announces, departing up the stairs. Gabriele answers the door.

“H-Hello,” the newcomer greets. It’s another teenager, with messy blond hair and a sky of freckles. He shivers into his thin jacket, hand red-raw from clutching his heavy bag. “Are you Gabriele?” he asks.

“Who’s asking?” Gabriele says with scrutiny.

“My name is Gelato, sir. You don’t know me, but I know a friend of yours from Florence, well, small village outside of Florence, I’m sure you know which one I mean. I heard from him you wanted to get someone to do errands for you and well, I was wondering if I could do that for you,” the boy offers. There’s a wild look in his desperate green eyes, and Gabriele knows this won’t end quickly for him.

“Kid, that was weeks ago! What the hell took you so long?” he asks.

“It’s not my fault I had to walk here!” Gelato protests. “Look, I got kicked out by my parents, I’m only 17 and if you don’t help me I’ll have nowhere to go!” he pleads.

“That’s rough and all, but the job’s closed. Go find a shelter or something.”

“PLEASE!” Gelato begs. He’s trembling, but there’s a touch of anger in his eyes as he glares at him that makes Gabriele mildly scared to turn him down.

“Look, I have neither the need nor the money for another errand boy right now. But, now I think of it I do know a guy who needs someone to manage a bar for him. Make no mistake, it’s nothing more than a meet-up spot for the gang so don’t expect anything fancy, but I think it has a flat upstairs. Maybe you can ask to move into the place as your pay.”

“A bar? That’s perfect!” Gelato enthuses. “Thank you thank you so much!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m happy for you. Now If I go give the guy a call will you please piss off?” Gabriele entreats him.

“Anything you say sir! Thank you!” Gelato agrees. Gabriele heads for his phone with a sigh.

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An hour later, Gelato finds himself in the staff-only section of what was once a fully functioning bar.

“Look kid, it’s not hard stuff,” his guide tells him. “Just keep ‘em drunk enough they can’t kill each other and ring me up if you hear any talk the boss ought to here,” he explains.

“Yes sir, I will,” Gelato answers dutifully. The man opens a rickety door leading to a thin, steep staircase. Gelato follows him up.

“And, this is the flat you were so eager about,” the man announces, looking over the dark, dust-filled space of the bare-bones apartment. There’s a frightful stain on the sofa, and one of the kitchen cabinet doors is hanging on one hinge. “Consider yourself lucky I’m letting you have it when I could be giving it to someone who pays. Don’t expect a penny more from me, this is your full payment,” he continues.

“But how will I eat?” Gelato protests.

“I guess you better hope they tip you good,” the man answers apathetically. “Look, if you do a good job and don’t piss me off, maybe I can spare a few thousand lire a night later on, but until then, you’re getting no more help from me,” he maintains. “Maybe you should learn to pickpocket. ‘Useful skill to have around here.”

Gelato growls inwardly. Of course he knows how to pickpocket! Well- how to pickpocket 13 year olds outside a school gate. Grown men might be a different matter, but he’ll figure it out. Getting caught can’t be much worse than what happened when his parents found out.

“Alright. Thanks,” Gelato forces himself to say. The man gives a satisfied nod and exits.

“Make sure you know where everything is before you open at 9,” he says.

Gelato seeks out the bedroom and lies down, not caring how musty the frayed sheets smell. He grabs the pillow and hugs it close to him like a stuffed toy. It occurs to him that he’s scared.

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It takes him a month to accept his parents aren’t taking him back, two to stop fucking up every day of his life and three to feel some sense of normalcy in his new life at the bar. That’s not to say he’s happy, by any means, simply that he holds onto his current existence with a vice-grip, for fear that things could only get worse if he shook the boat too much.

He sleeps until noon, usually, leaves the house as soon as he’s awake enough to do so and just walks. Anywhere. Sometimes he tries to pickpocket but ever since that beating he earned from a poorly chosen victim, he saves it for his most desperate days. After lunch, if he has any, he sometimes goes to the library. He was never much of a scholar and rarely reads, but he finds the place more pleasant to dissociate in than his apartment.

Should he feel like treating himself, he occasionally visits the arcade when he has the change to spare. After it became clear letting him waste away was not in the landlord’s best interests if he wanted his bar to stay running, he began to help a little with food costs but nowhere near enough for such frivolous outings to be frequently affordable.

Around 3pm, Gelato goes home and sleeps until his hunger forces him to get up and eat. He likes to make a start early on setting up the bar, and cleaning it from the messes of its previous nights patrons, so he tries to begin by 7. It opens at 9 and closes at 2, after which Gelato will shower, and spend a short stretch of time watching the old, boxy TV he pulled out of the attic in bed, before sleeping.

As he exits the cellar, he receives a few apathetic glances from some of the patrons but ultimately nothing much. His eyes are on the far corner of the bar where, to perhaps less of his concern than it should be, two men are engaged in a heated argument. It’s a sight he’s well used to now, but he keeps a keen watch on the men, since the landlord insisted he de-escalate anything that looks like it may prove fatal.

“I don’t care what your excuses are! We had a deal and you’re going to fucking pay me!” The first man shouts. He is one of the younger ones, probably little older than Gelato but with an air of authority more akin to some of the older individuals in the mob. He has heard whispers about this man- his name is Sorbet and he is an enforcer. The mobsters are cautious about the word ‘assassin’, it makes them sound like a more ambitious group than they truly are, one that could be deemed a threat by the larger syndicates that truly control this city. Yet, Gelato reads between the lines when they talk about the things Sorbet has done. As Gelato approaches Sorbet’s eyes flick towards him momentarily. Gelato shies away from the eye contact and feels an odd feeling inside him. Seeing Sorbet always makes him feel odd. He doesn’t dare speak to him directly.

“Whatever. It ain’t on me if you misread what we were talking about. You did me a favour, nothing more,” the second man retorts. He’s another regular, as familiar to Gelato, if not more, than Sorbet is, even if he doesn’t know him by name. He is a cruel man, impatient and aggressive whenever he visits. Gelato always tremors a little when he comes through the door.

Still, he scares him less than Sorbet.

Gelato forces a smile as he approaches the second man.

“Pardon me, could I get you any more-” he inhales sharply as the half-full bottle of wine is chucked over him.

“Yes, one more of these,” the man orders coldly. Gelato wipes his eyes.

“Right away,” he nods, turning back towards the cellar and fighting every fibre of his being telling him not to let this slide.

Gelato descends into the cellar, shaking from the cold of his wet clothes and anger. As he pulls a new bottle off the shelf he wonders briefly if he ought to piss in it, but decides the best result that could come of that is having it thrown over him again. He pats down his shirt and takes the bottle back up to the bar.

He knows what has happened before the door is even open. The sound of shouting is familiar to him, and if the past few minutes is anything to go by, it’s Sorbet and that petulant man’s feud which has turned violent. Opening the door proves his theory, as a small crowd has formed around Sorbet and his opponent as they engage in a relentless match of fists.

Gelato debates to himself. He could put down the bottle and run, he could try and calm the men down and risk one or both of them turning their anger on him, or he could use this opportunity to finally get back at that bastard’s disrespect. Gelato’s never been much of a thinking sort. His mind doesn’t take long to settle on the third option. He rears the bottle above his head and charges.

There’s a collective gasp of shock as Gelato suddenly crashes into the man, smashing the bottle over the back of his skull with full strength. It shatters, and the man falls to the floor with a groan. Gelato looks up at Sorbet, briefly fearing his interference may have provoked anger but, Sorbet only smiles.

Gelato rushes to his feet just in time to join his new ally in kicking the man, again and again until he starts to spit blood. Gelato picks up the remains of the bottle’s base and pours out the remaining liquid onto his enemy’s face in one, final insult. The crowd cheers. Evidently this man was not so popular with the gang after all.

Gelato sits down, whoozy from exhaustion and adrenaline. He finds himself laughing. He cannot recall the last time he’s done that. Sorbet leans down and pulls a stack of cash from the unconscious man’s pocket.

“Lying bastard,” he scoffs. “He did have the money. Probably a lot more than I asked for, but I can hardly complain about that.” Sorbet turns to Gelato with a look of deliberation. He pulls out one of the 50,000 lire bills and hands it to him with a smile.

“For your trouble,” he declares. He withdraws his hand with a slow deliberateness, their fingertips touching for just the briefest of seconds. The odd feeling Gelato has felt since laying eyes on Sorbet returns with a vengeance, and yet, Gelato can feel nothing but awe as it begins to eat his heart.

Oh dear. Gelato might have a crush.

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It is three days later to the hour, that Gelato finds himself hauled into the cellar and pinned against the wall, mouth agape in shock as Sorbet digs his fingers into his neck. It occurs to Gelato he might have gone about this the wrong way.

“Alright, spit it out,” Sorbet demands. “What the hell was that up there?”

“Pardon?” Gelato pleads fearfully.

“Did you think I would let you get away with mocking me like that?” Sorbet asks through gritted teeth. Gelato’s mind turns to the myriad of weapons no doubt hidden in Sorbet’s clothes. That thought shouldn’t endear him as much as it does.

“Mocking?”

“Oh? Is there another explanation for why you would behave like that around me? Humiliate me in front of half my gang? Well?!” Sorbet entreats him. His grip around his neck tightens

“Flirting! It was flirting!” Gelato confesses desperately. Sorbet’s grip lessens.

“What?”

“Look. I think I like guys, you like guys or at least everyone says you do. And- I think I might like you a lot so- I wanted your attention. I wanted to talk to you again,” Gelato admits sheepishly. His cheeks start to burn, and it isn’t from the lack of oxygen any more.

Sorbet looks like something in his brain must have just blown a fuse. Perhaps Gelato should take this opportunity to run, since this half-assed attempt at seduction is clearly a resounding failure.

But then Sorbet starts to laugh. It’s a low, quiet laugh but nonetheless genuine as he fixes his eyes warmly on the floor.

“Oh you dear thing. That isnot how this works,” he says. Gelato breathes out in relief, as well as a little disappointment.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. This was stupid I should- probably just go back to my work,” he apologises. His body goes still as Sorbet touches a hand to his cheek.

“Though if you ever want my attention again,” he leans in and presses his lips lightly against Gelato’s. “You should just ask.”

Sorbet lets out a little hum of amusement at the sight of Gelato’s shock. He caresses his face once more, touching his finger to a little curl of hair as he does so, before finally freeing Gelato from his hold.

“See you later,” he promises, before leaving him alone in the cellar. Above him, Gelato hears Sorbet walk out in the direction of the front door. Gelato collects himself, and calmly wanders over to the sink, waiting patiently for it to fill with water.

He sticks his head in and screams.

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Sorbet visits the bar twice weekly, no different from before. But he starts visiting Gelato more often. Barely a week from their first kiss, they are in bed together, Gelato clinging onto his new love tightly as he reads. This touch is alien to him and in spite of his joy, he cannot help but quiver as Sorbet pets his hair. He wonders how he ever lived his life without knowing joy this strong.

Their second week is easier. They both start to become accustomed to this newfound love and no longer think of each other as strangers. Gelato knows Sorbet’s full name now, he knows which street he grew up on and the names and ages of each of his siblings. Sorbet knows what Gelato’s parents did for a living. He knows the name of the boy he had his first real fight with, and the therapist who tried and failed to relieve him of the ‘learning disabilities’ that made his parents despise him so deeply. Sorbet tries to at least drop in on most days, but when he can’t, he calls Gelato to tell him where he’s staying for the night. Gelato thinks of him as he falls asleep, hugging his pillow close.

By week three, the pair have found a new normal together. Sorbet sleeps over more often than not, and the bar patrons now know full well not to cause Gelato trouble when Sorbet is in the building. Sorbet has made every aspect of Gelato’s life more enjoyable, and he can see in Sorbet’s eyes that the feeling goes both ways. Gelato knows why Sorbet left home four years ago, and Sorbet knows how Gelato really wants to get revenge of his parents for abandoning him. On precisely day 19 of their affair, Gelato asked Sorbet if he planned to keep doing this with him forever. Sorbet did not hesitate in saying yes.

It’s a few days later that Sorbet comes to the bar with an especially warm smile on his usually cold face. Gelato thought little of putting down his current orders to rush over and greet him at the door.

“Sorbet, you’re here early!” Gelato enthuses. Sorbet pecks his cheek.

“I thought we might spend a night to ourselves. I think you need it, Caro.”

“But Sorbet, the bar doesn’t close for three more hours yet!” Gelato reminds him.

“Not if I can help it.”

Sorbet raises his gun and fires it twice at the ceiling. The patrons look up in fear. “Alright, everyone out. Bar’s closed,” he announces. The patrons sheepishly get to their feet and file out.

“But, the landlord!” Gelato protests.

“Fuck the landlord. If he has a problem with this, he goes through me,” Sorbet maintains. Gelato’s breath escapes him with a laugh and he follows him upstairs.

“Really, tell me,” Gelato insists light-heartedly. “What’s brought this on?” He turns around and his face falls to see that Sorbet is looking saddened.

“I- saw my siblings today,” he announces.

“Are they… okay?” Gelato asks worriedly.

“Oh, they’re fine. I saw them down at the cafe, they didn’t notice me. Taking a look at the other ones, I’m assuming the older ones are getting better at taking care of them. It makes sense, given the ages they’re getting to. The issue is… there was another baby, this time, who wasn’t there before,” Sorbet reveals. “Probably just a month or so old, from the looks of her.”

“Sorbet…”

“My sister,” Sorbet says, bringing his head into his hands. “And I don’t even know her name!”

“Sorbet,” Gelato says, taking his head in his own hands. “It isn’t your fault the way your mother is. Looking after them isn’t your responsibility.”

“It was,” Sorbet reminds him. “Then I left.”

“Look, I’m sure they’re fine,” Gelato reiterates. “Believe me when I say there are many worse things older siblings can do than just not look after you. Now,” he begins. “How about that night we were going to have together,” he smiles.

“Right,” Sorbet recalls, pecking him on the nose. “It’s you I came to see.”

Sorbet leans forward and kisses him deeply. Gelato, so recently a stranger to the sensation, leans in further to the kiss, pawing teasingly at Sorbet’s chest to urge him on. Sorbet groans to the kiss, hooking a hand around Gelato’s collar. Downstairs, something crashes loudly.

Sorbet pulls back. He sees Gelato’s eyes widen in fear as a parade of footsteps stumble into the building. Sorbet presses a kiss to his cheek reassuringly.

“Stay calm,” he urges him. “Not a sound.”

Sorbet stands up and, watching his feet on the old floorboards, moves over to the window to peer outside.

“Shit!” he exclaims, ducking away out of view.

“What is it?” Gelato whispers.

“The police. Two cars.”

“Are they here for us?” Gelato asks, voice hitching in fear. Sorbet shakes his head quickly.

“Unlikely. They most likely thought the place was empty. If we are quick, we can still leave without them seeing us,” he promises. Gelato shrinks back.

“I’m scared,” he admits. Sorbet takes his hand in his.

“Just stay with me okay? I’ll protect you.”

[mysecretatticsstuff]

Pranks

Pairing : Jeon jungkook x reader

Word count: 27.3k

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, emotional breakdown.

Summary: You thought you were going to enjoy college. Even with unfortunate events and a poor sleep schedule you were trying to live your best life. Untill one particular kid, aka golden boy of campus came dashing into your life.

College. The place you got excited to go thinking you would finally meet good people, make friends and have the time of your life. And yet here you are, 3 am in the morning just barely hanging in there with a paint brush in your hand finishing up the poster that was supposed to be a group project for physiology class. You have dozed off a couple of times now, with eyes open doing the detailed line work that you suggested not to put in it because of the amount of time it takes. You almost messed it up but your multitasking skills save you. In short you hate college. Or more so, you hate your luck for always putting you in the companionship of the worst people in the world. You can now permanently stamp a "pissed off" warning to your forehead to avoid casualties.

Grumpy wasn't even a mood anymore, it's a lifestyle. And some people just make it real difficult for you to not eat them alive. On top of that list was Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Golden boy, good at whatever he does, loved by everyone he has a conversation with. Well except for you. You on the other hand want to kill him. Not because you're jealous or anything. Heck you would be happy for him if he didn't make your life a living hell. You always wondered what you did for him to hate your existence so much. He kept pulling off weird ass stunts with you. Once he filled your water bottle with chilli tomato ketchup, you took a gulp without knowing and had a red face for a legit hour. Another time he issued the last copy of only book that had the reference you needed and kept it untill a day before the assignment was due. So you had to beg him to give the book to you and complete the whole assignment in one day. (Which was not fun of course). He mixed salt in your drink, splashed water from behind while you were returning to your apartment and what not. At first you thought to ignore him, when the stunts were small. But he just kept doing that shit and you grew angrier. When you asked him, why the heck was he doing that to you he just simply smiled like a devil, winked at you and walked away. That was a year ago, since that day you have been wanting to kill him.

You weren't the aggressive type by nature, your friends would agree that you were the most calm and collected, amiable and open minded friend in the group. Your personality was more of a mediator than a murderer. But the golden boy brought out the beast in you. When you realised that he isn't stopping with the obnoxious pranks. You started pulling off your own as a revenge. To be honest you didn't even regret it. Heck it was even cathartic. Once you hid his clothes while he was in the gym, so basically he had to wait inside the bathroom for the whole day in a towel. (You took his phone too so that he couldn't call anyone for help). You "accidentally" splashed juice onto his crisp white t-shirt before an early morning class. You wrapped his bike with cling film and bubble wrap. It was tiring but worth it when you saw his face, glaring daggers at you cause he was getting late for class and couldn't leave his apartment. You made sure you smiled sweetly at him when he saw you that day.

By now, everyone in your friend circle and both of your departments knew how you both jumped at the first opportunity to ruin each others day. You stopped questioning Jungkook because he never answered instead you focused on how to attack him in the best way.

The past two months have been extra rough for you, both personally and academic wise. Hence, jungkook's bickering has had you in a new level of pissed. A level you didn't know existed. Honestly you were amazed by the fact that you haven't had a breakdown till now. You didn't get any chance to pull anything off against him and that makes you angrier. I guy you were talking to back and forth has suddenly ghosted you and you are wallowing in all the self pity. You've had less than 4 hours of sleep for the past week because of all the requirements for class. You're just a week away from finishing everything off and you're praying that the devil doesn't make it impossible.

You personally hated Mondays, but who are you kidding everyday feels like a monday now. You head to the library first thing in the morning to finish your paper, a semester worth of work. You settle in starting to type out the last page. About an hour later your phone vibrates.

"Hey where are you?" It was Sunmi your best friend.

"I'm in the library" you wisper shout

"Oh.. i had something urgent to say to you can you come out for a second. I'm almost there."

"Okay, coming" you say.

Outside, sunmi was waiting for you with a book in hand.

"Jeez, y/n you look dead. Do you even sleep anymore?"

You sigh out loud, "Don't ask, i feel like i'm gonna pass out anytime soon. Coffee isn't helping anymore. I think i need drugs"

Sunmi just shakes her head in disbelief "What you need is a good night sleep. And for the drugs part, try sex." She says this in such sincerity that you actually consider it for a second before she laughs.

You laugh too, "Uggh, i can't wait to finally go out this weekend, i'm turning into a hermit. Anyways i'm sure u didn't call me out here to talk about hookups..?"

At this she hands you the book, "Yeah I didn't, but we need to talk about your dry state after you're free tho, but till then here you go. The book that you were searching for, you wouldn't believe how I.. or i should say where I found it I-... "

"Wait... Before you start your essay, i need to finish my paper. I meet you after your classes today. Tell me then. I need to go... Bye!" you hurriedly say before you turn around and enter the library

"But it's about Jungkook... " Sunmi tries to explain. But she realises you can't hear her anymore. She says to herself rather, "I hope you don't find trouble."

You almost reach your designated place when you see him. White T-Shirt and olive green cargos. That little shit, what was he up to again? You hurry to your laptop, only to find him smirking as if he knows some secret you don't.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You ask. "Ooh.. chill Princess, just thought i'd see you and your work". At the mention of work you wake your computer up. A chill ran down through your spine followed by panic when you couldn't find the document you saved. After a moment, your eyes shot up, glaring dangerously at him. He sat up, folding his arms onto the table. "What's wrong? Can't find something?"

"What the fuck did you do, Jeon?" You wanted to scream bloody murder at him, but you didn't know how were you this calm.

"Tsk, tsk,.. last names now huh? Someone's angry. Tell me princess, will I win a prank of the year trophy this time?"

You were unable to speak. Your blood boiled, you wanted to punch him, better kill him. When you didn't reply he continued. "I hope you remember what your wrote in your thesis, even better if your typing skills are on fire, cause you need to rewrite within one week" He was putting a full display of his evil grin. Clearly amused by the situation he put you in. But you slowly realised what he meant. You quickly went to the recycle bin of your computer to test your luck, but soon saw that the demon had already deleted it from the bin too. Your heart sank. This was not fair. You wanted to cry now. Months and months of your hardwork, gone now. What the fuck was that bitch even thinking. This was not a joke anymore. It was your finals. Yes you both have done horrible things to each other but you made sure that it never got out of line. But him deleting your final thesis. This was definitely out of the line. You could not rewrite the whole thing even if you tried in a week. It would never get close to the original one. You would miss many points and the writing style. Damn you for not keeping an extra copy of the thesis somewhere. But again, you never thought Jungkook would go this low. You didn't even want to think how he figured out the passcode for your laptop. Anger doesn't describe what you were feeling now. You wanted to shut down. When Jungkook didn't hear a threatening or a curse, he chimed in. "Have I pulled the most epic prank on miss y/n that it finally shut her smart mouth?"

You couldn't bare it anymore, all these weeks of running around with just 4 hrs of sleep or sometimes non has made you physically weak. You wanted to escape. You throat hurt from the suppressed tears. But you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You look at jungkook in the eye. Cold. You stand up, take your things and leave.

All the way to your apartment, you wanted to cry, but you waited till you were inside the safe heaven of your bed.How could he do this to you? When this crazy prank scenario started you couldn't comprehend why the nicest guy ( according to students and professors) had taken a toll on you. Yes you were angry at the beginning. But soon it had simmered down to something else. You couldn't pin point what, exactly. It's true his pranks were delirious and you hated him with all your will, but you couldn't help notice the small ways he made a difference in your life. You were an over-thinker, and this stupid game of pranks with him kept you busy. It was kind of the only source of entertainment for you as academics was no joke. It's difficult to explain but you became more productive because of him. You became a more open person, you made a lot of friends and most of the conversations started with how people don't understand why both of yo fight. Jungkook's friends became your friends too. You found out a lot of things about him through them. One that he was a naturally competitive person. He was a big softy inside they said, that was a bit hard to believe for you. But once he stood up for you when you were being cat called, he was so close to beating the shit out of the boys, nevertheless you dragged him out of it. He walked you to your apartment without even uttering a word. You wanted to say thank you, but the very next day he deflated your tires. And the saga continued. The moral of the story is you definitely had developed a soft spot for him. And this prank was definitely a blow to your ego and your heart.

All the emotions, the exhaustion just came crashing down and you let the dam break. You cried like a baby, whether because of the grief of your lost files, anger or because of him entirely you didn't know. You woke up 3 hours later, with puffy eyes and a blocked nose. You decided you can't let him get to you. So you did what you do best, turn all the frustration into anger towards him. You arranged all the resources for your thesis, and then you sat down with your laptop typing away from the beginning.

You didn't go to college next day, thought it would be better to stay at home and work. There were no classes anyways. You already sent an email to your professor informing him that there was a technical difficulty and you lost your files. Your professor was kind enough to excuse you from all the classes that week to work on your thesis stating that you had good attendance already. Sunmi called you, she felt guilty about the whole thing. "I should have known there was something fishy when that asshole gave me the book. I shouldn't have asked you to come out".

"Hey, it's fine, it's not your fault. I'll kill him with my own hands once everything is over"

"Still.. i feel super bad. Let me know if you need anything. I can bring you books from the library.."

"Thank you sun, i'll let you know if I need anything.. "

"Okay.... Oh and y/n,.. Jungkook came looking for you today. He seemed anxious? kinda worried even. I told that fucker i don't know where you are. Thought you should know"

Jungkook was looking around for you, that's weird. Was he feeling guilty? You always came up with a new prank. Maybe he is just surprised you vanished. "Hmmm... Thanks, i don't want him to know anything about me, Anyways i couldn't careless about him now. See you later".

"Take care y/n".

It was 10 pm when you stood up from your desk, your shoulders and wrists were stiff from all the typing. You realised you hadn't eaten anything for 7 hours now. It was raining heavily, you felt a bit dizzy. When you finally get out of college, this would be a hell of a story to tell though. You missed home dearly, you wanted someone to just hold you and assure you that everything is going to be okay. You took some leftover pizza from your fridge and put it in the microwave. Sometimes living alone just gets to you. All the loneliness, all the times you wished someone was there to comfort you. Your body ached and you felt pathetic about yourself. 'Why me?' was your question. A mixture of all these thoughts and emotions were swirling in your head and you didn't even realize that you were crying now. This was your 3rd breakdown in a span of two days.

"Pathetic" you muttered to yourself. Then your heard the bell ring. Confused at who came by at this ungodly hour, you wiped your tears and went to get the door.

You didn't expect the person you were staring at. Doe eyes slowly scanned you, from your feet to face. Jungkook.

You must have puffy red eyes, you think. God you didn't want him to see you like this. All petty and defeated. He was partially soaked from the rain. Jungkook just stood there, staring back at you. You waited for him to speak, when he didn't, you finally spoke, "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't see you in college today" he replied. Jungkook looked guilty? Sad even. "Why didn't you attend?" He asks next.

"That's non of your business" that came out harsher than you thought. At this his face turned stern. "Were you crying?"

At this point you don't know what or when will you break down. You could already feel a little lump forming in your throat. You looked down at your feet. "Go away, i have work". That came out so fragile and weak, you cringed internally. He stepped in. Searched around in his pocket and brought out a small USB in his hand. You looked at it and then his face.

"Your files" he said.

"You... why would you even... What the fuck? Jungkook!" With every word your voice rose. You thought he was feeling guilty, but he was just a little brat, playing games. All your softness was gone now.

You could tell by his devilish smirk that he was enjoying this way too much. "Who do you think you are?" You saw red with anger. With that much of a volcano boiling inside you, you were not sure what were you doing. Your hand flew up involuntarily. Lets just say, you would have punched him if it wasn't for his quick reflexes. He grabbed your wrist, turned you around. His other arm swiftly snaked around your waist.

"Woah.. easy princess. You sure you can fight me?" He tightens his grip around you. You hate to admit how badly it affects you. You can feel your knees going weak. His taught chest pressed against your back. You can feel him way too much through your thin t shirt. Your face heats up without you wanting it. No, no, no, no, you can't let your stupid hormones get to you. This is crazy. You hate him. Then why do you suddenly feel hot? As if on cue he lowers his head and whispers in your ear, " You okay, sweetheart?"

The new pet name, sends a spike of electricity just between your legs. You bite your lip to control the moan that threatens to leave your mouth. He notices the change too, the tension between you two is growing. You turn around to face him. He lets you. "I hate you."

His arms are still around you, circling your waist. He looks soft, as if relieved of some burden. Your clothes are getting wet from the contact. You don't know what to say, because you can hardly process what is happening. Just then your microwave beeps to your rescue.

You half jump half stumble away from him. "Uggh, i'll bring you a towel. Be right back."

When you return, he is standing in front of the couch. Looking godly. You sneak a glance at his chest and now hardened nipples before landing your eyes on his face. You hand him the towel. As if a half soaked jungkook wasn't enough. He swifty stripped off his t-shirt before drying himself off. You freeze. He looks at you gaze piercing.

"W- why.. did you do that?"

"You need to be a bit more specific sweetheart" he takes a step closer to you. You don't move away.

"The pranks.. why do you hate me so much, that you need to make my life a living hell?" You said softly.

"Helps me sleep at night." He smirks. You rolled your eyes at this. You were about to turn around when he grabs you by hand.

"I don't hate you. It's quite the opposite actually" Your eyebrows shot up at this. "yeah right. You think you can fool me again?" You scoff.

"I know you're a fool sometimes, but to be honest y/n I didn't know you were this dense" He mocked with a smirk.

"What the fuck? Okay that's it. Get out of my house Jeon" you demanded.

"What if I say no, Princess?"

You couldn't believe it. This guy has the audacity to mock you in your own house and then refuse to leave. You were beyond irritated now.

"How do people like you? You're such an ass. Leave before-..." you didn't get to complete the sentence before he pulls you towards him, with such force that you stumble, loose your balance and fall straight on his chest.

HIS BARE CHEST. GOD THIS WAS BAD. You felt your throat getting dry. You couldn't speak. He was firm, you kind of wonder about how much he works out. You could feel his silky smooth skin. You just stared at him, like a deer caught in headlights.

"That's it? You're not gonna 'make me' leave princess?" He says, with his face inches away from you.

*Pull it together y/n* you scold yourself mentally. But you body just froze and it feels hot. You probably have a red face now. You make another mistake of glancing at his lips, which are so damn close, it kinda makes you feel things you can't explain.

Jungkook notices this. He sees right through you. He finally speaks, "If you still haven't got it y/n, i don't know what to do with you... I... " He sighs, "I like you y/n. A lot. And I don't know how to behave when i'm around you, so I keep teasing you.." he says with a sincere look. "And besides.. you look hot, when you are angry at me" He smiles.

You realise you're still holding each other. Your heart is hammering in your chest. He probably can feel it beating too. You want to punch him for being such a jerk, but you also want to kiss him. You're so frustrated, at this point you don't know where the courage came from for what you did next. You kiss him. Out of all the things this was something he did not expect. This time he froze, hands paralyzed at your hips. When he finally came to his senses that it was really happening, he kissed back.

You snake your arms around his neck, pulling his hair into a fist. He lets out a small moan. You pull back, smirking. "No snarky comments now huh Jeon?" you mock, satisfied with his look. His face is flushed. You can feel his member slowly growing. He took some time to overcome his initial shock. Then he said, "No shit.. I'm.. God you're hot" And he is kissing you again. More in control this time. You part your lips to let him enter. His hands cup your face. Your kiss gets heated, one of his hands goes down, between your breasts, to your stomach. Then he waits, as if asking for permission.

"What now?" You say in between your kisses. "No guts for that?" You challenge him. And this time he actually has nothing to say. So you smirk, you take his hand and slowly slip him under your t-shirt.

"Shit". He mutters. He touches your skin, you feel like you're on fire. Goosebumps form all over your body. You feel alive.

The next thing he did left you speechless. He slips both hand under your t-shirt and with one go pulls off your shirt and throws it behind you. You gawk at him in suprise. You can tell he liked the way you reacted because his eyes went dark and he looked at you like he wanted to take you right there. "Jeez Jeon.. give the girl a break" with this you latched on him again. He stumbled back and landed on the couch. Seeing the opportunity, you climb on him, Keeping your weight on your knees, you hover just above his member. You know he wants you to sit on him, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction.

"I think I need to mess with her assignments more often" saying more to himself than to you. "Specially if it leads to this" he stands up keeping you close.

" I heard that you idiot" you were now feverishly unbuckling his pants. He moved his lips to suck you down your jawline, he made sure to nib and suck a bit harder right above your pulse point.

You let out a moan. Your hands are shaking but you somehow manage to undo his pants.

You feel really hot. You were about to pull his pants down when he holds both of your wrists. You freeze, your mind racing at 100 miles per hour. Did you do something wrong? Are you crossing your line? Did he not want this and you took it otherwise? God this is embarrassing.

You eyes were still wide when he said, "I'm not messing around this time y/n. I really do like you" he looks so very sincere that he moves some part of you. But you decided that you ain't gonna let him go so easily.

"I had three mental breakdowns since yesterday". You shot back. At this his eyes turned sad. Like he was really feeling guilty. You felt bad for him now, wondering if it was too harsh.

"I never wanted that, I thought you would argue with me and at the end of it i'd give you the usb, but you looked so angry, and when u left without saying a word I knew i had fucked up. Big time."

You backed off, hands crossed in front of your chest.

Jungkook knew you were angry. But he couldn't deny that he was beyond turned on by this site, you just in your bra and shorts, angry at him. You didn't know how hard he was trying not to turn you around bend you over your desk and fuck you silly.

You noticed that he visibly gulped, he was eyeing you like a prey. But he waited, because you were angry. He wanted to do this right.

"And all this time I kept wondering what wrong did I do to you. I hate you, you know that Jeon?...

"Baby, i'm sorry" he purred stepping closer.

A new surge of arousal hit you at this. "D.. Don't baby me..." The stuttering gave you out. He smirked liked a devil. He closed the gap between the two of you. He hovered above your lips, "forgive me please" he said just an inch away from your lips.

"Kiss me please" you said, not being able to process anything. And he did, he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Strong and urgent. He cupped your ass and gave a tight squeeze. You let out a moan.

"Do you want to take it to the bedroom?" He asked voice an octave deeper.

You nodded, not trusting your mouth. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him. His body was divine, his skin was smooth, heat radiated from him although he was soaked before, lips not sparring you even one 1 second. You could feel his hard on, on your stomach and it felt powerful that you can do such things to him.

"God i've been dreaming about this for so long"

"How long, jeon?" You asked stripping him off his pants and underwear.

"From the moment you debated with your proffessor about a theory in front of your department. I watched you prove your points to him, and i swear to god I had a hard on since. I had to run to the bathroom to give myself some relief " he chuckles at the memory.

"Nerd" Fully naked now, you stare at his body.

"Damn, why are you so hot. This is not fair"

He looked at you. "I see you haven't gotten rid of your clothes yet y/n.. i would like to watch baby"

So you stripped, putting up a show for him. He grabbed you when you were about to take off you panties. He turned you around, pushed you onto the wall, you balanced yourself onto the wall.

"You're gorgeous." He said before slipping his large hand in your panties and cupping your entire sex. He then hurriedly took your panties off. He pressed himself on your behind and you whimpered. He fondled your breasts with one hand and the other slowly slid towards your dripping core.

He kept touching you there, in slow tantilizing movements. You squirmed. He teased you more, knowing you needed some pressure on your clit. He avoided it the most. You were growing anxious.

"Juuunngkook... Please" you draged each syllable.

"What's wrong?" He was enjoying this way too much you could tell.

"I think I deserve being worshipped after what you make me go through kook". You stated with eyes screwed shut.

"Okay, that's fair". At this he dipped one finger inside, testing if you could take him. He gasped at the warmth and the slick that now covered his fingers. He started slow at first, drawing out low moans from you. Then without alarm he added one more digit and started pistoning in and out. You arched your back with pleasure. You were so aroused, and mixed up with your pent up stress and frustration you could already feel something heavy settling at your lower belly, tightening inch by inch.

"Kook... I'm gonna... Cum". You said between grunts.

"You're doing so good baby, cum on my fingers"

You found your release at his praise. Pleasure coursing through your veins with lightening speed. Mid orgasm Jungkook smacks your pussy. And you go crazy at that, so much that you see white. When you finally come to your sense you find his strong arms snaking your waist and holding you, so that you don't fall down. He upper body completely glued to you.

Then you finally speak, head thrown back chest heaving

"I think,.. this was the strongest I ever came in my life"

Jungkook chuckles, "You're welcome". He kisses your shoulder. He slowly lets you go, so that you can stand by your own. You haven't forgotten the fact that, his hard on is pressing onto your back, waiting for the attention.

"So tell me Jeon..." You kiss him slowly moving towards your bed, you stop, look him innocently in the eye and ask, "Where do you wanna cum? My mouth or my pussy?"

"God, if you keep saying such things, I think i can cum just like this" His hand rubs all over your body, "For now, let's put that sinful mouth of yours into good use, okay?"

You nod, leading him to lie down on the bed.

If somebody would have told you, the previous day, that you out of all the people would blow Jeon jungkook, in your bed. You would have smacked them in the face.

You straddle him, and then you start Pickering kisses, first his mouth then his jaw. You have to admit he is a damn good kisser, you get so lost in the kissing that you almost miss that he is grinding himself onto your core. Coating himself with the slick. You feel your pussy tingling. You keep peppering kisses moving to his jawline, then his neck, biting a bit hard on his sweet spot to make sure it blooms with purple afterwards.

At one point he gropes you ass with one hand and pushes you down to grind with more force.

"Change of plans sweetheart. Do you have condoms?" He asks, eye sparking with lust.

You sit straight, a smirk plastered on your face, you bend towards your nightstand, and bring out a foil packet from your drawer.

"Always so fucking prepared" he slaps your ass, you gasp at the sting. He is looking at you, trying to figure out whether you liked it or not. You moan, with your eyes closed.

Jungkook is painfully hard now. If he doesn't put it inside you, he thinks he might burst out of sheer arousal.

"Baby.." he says in a raspy voice

You hurry up at this, you tear the foil and roll it onto him. You raise up to lie down but he grabs you. "Ride me.." voice octaves lower. You're so wet already, you don't think you need extra prepping. You come back to your stance and slowly sink in holding his member for guidance.

Both moan at the pleasure surging through the body. You're impressed by his strength, for holding out so long. He has his eyes tight shut, almost as if everything is too much for him. You feel great, warm where he is inside you. You notice how beautiful he looks under you. Head arched back into the pillow, he looks sexy as hell.

You were zoned out in your thoughts, when he snapped back. "Y/n move". And there you were riding the most handsome guy from campus. And you couldn't believe both of you were making such mind blowing noises. You piston on him for a while before getting tired, thankfully he got the message. He started thrusting his hips up to you with such a velocity that you didn't know was even possible. You could feel another orgasm right around the corner, but you didn't want to finish before him.

"Kook, are you close?"

"So close baby" he whined .

"Me too.. ughhh"

At this he moved his hands from your hips to your breasts. He gave a squeeze. His member was throbbing inside you.

"Come with me y/n" he said through gritted teeth. Suddenly he then spanked one of your boob, while other hand pressed on your clit. You didn't see it coming and the suprise helped to exceeded any pleasure you felt in your whole life. Heat surged from your fluttering cunt throughout your belly. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. It was so strong you couldn't hear anything for some seconds. That followed by ringing of your ears.

You don't know when did he flipped you on your back but you could see his eyes screwed shut, eyebrows drawn together. One last trust and he was coming with you. Your highest high lasted for a while, and left you with aftershocks. Jungkook collapsed on top of you, he hadn't pulled out yet and your sensitive sex was still clenching on him.

You both layed there motionless. It was he who moved first, pulling out with a slight hiss. He tossed his condom with a knot in the trash can and fell back on the bed with a thump. You were still slightly dazed out from the orgasm. He chuckled seeing you in the bliss.

"God, Jeon, i'll be sore tomorrow."

"Well I'll take that as a complement" he smiled.

"That was hot. You're hot" you replied turning away your head feeling shy, all of a sudden.

He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close, "Damn baby, i didn't know i'd see this side of y/l/n ever."

"Don't stroke your ego too much jeon".

He kissed your shoulder and smiled, "Do you have any idea, how hot and pretty and beautiful you are?"

You looked at him, for the first time you saw how his eyes twinkled while talking to you.

So you just kiss him, which he welcomes whole heartedly.

.

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The next day you step in the college campus feeling amazing. You have been smiling to yourself since the morning. Since Jungkook gave back your thesis, it was just an hour's work away from getting the final sweep before submission. You hit the library, finish off your work and finally submit it. Your proffessor was not surprised when you told him that Jungkook pranked you again. Even if he found it weird that you had no anger or resentment towards him, he didn't point it out. Now that you felt 10kgs lighter, you had one class to attend and then you were done for the week.

You were heading back to class, when some of your classmates commented, "Hey y/n, we're rooting for you both" . They glimmered while talking to you. Unfortunately they passed by too quickly for you to enquire. You entered the class, confused and zoned out enough that you don't eveb notice how everyone's eyes are on you.

"Y/l/n".

You know that voice. You look towards the last row, he stands, smiling at you. You didn't know what was happening, but your nerves were on fire. Your hands suddenly got clammy and your heart beat started to fasten. You internally scolded yourself.

*Calm down, it's just Jungkook*

He looked nervous? You could tell, it wasn't his usual cocky behaviour. He didn't know what to do with his hands. So he just let them hang. It's weird you think.

As your gears in your brain were working, you start walking towards him. But his voice stopped you.

"Y/n".. then he jutted out his chin, pointing behind you. You could hear your heart hammering.

You turn.

" Y/N Y/L/N, I'M SORRY, SAY YES.. PLEASE?

-J.K. "

There it was written on the white board. In bold capital letters.

Is this a joke? If it's a joke you're not going to be able to walk out of here. Did Jungkook sleep with you so that he could pull the biggest prank in history? But he said all those sweet things yesterday right?

Before you could react, Jungkook spoke behind you. You turned to find him in front of you. You were hyperaware now, the students who were entering silently took their seats looking at you two. This felt like a scene from the movies.

"Y/n, i'm sorry that all this time I made your life a living hell. But i'm also glad because otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to know you." He smiles, his nervousness showing.

He slowly takes your hand. You let him. You already feel the emotions surging inside you. Is he really going to ask you out in front of the whole class?

He takes a long pause. It's almost painful waiting for him to finish the speech. Then he says-

"I'm sorry, Y/n will you be my girlfriend?" He says in one breath.

You gasped. All you could do was just stare at him, staring you back. Suddenly you forgot how to speak. Jungkook breaks the silence. "Say something please, you're killing me here. I -"

"Yes". He stops speaking. Grin slowly spreading from ear to ear.

"ABOUT FUCKING TIME" Someone from the class cheers. Everybody starts clapping. You can't stop smiling. Jungkook pulls you towards him, hugging you. You hug him back.

"Aww guys just kiss each other already!!" Hoseok, spoke with a mischievous smiled plastered on his face.

Jungkook pulled your face towards him for a kiss. It was a sweet kiss. You smirked when you felt how badly he wanted to shove his tongue down your throat but refrained since you're in public. Seeing you smirk, he whispers to you. "I can't wait to take you to my place after this". You shiver at the thought.

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"Mmmmm, kook..." He kissed your neck. You could get used to this. Straddling his lap and making out.

"Yes baby.." u feel his smirk against your skin.

"I have a question." You said, putting a space between you two. He took your hands and started leaving pecks starting from your knuckles moving upwards. You giggled.

"Why didn't proffessor take our class today, like he came 1 hr late, gave us homework and went away. I feel like this has something to do with you asking me out.."

"Y/n, babe out of all the questions you could ask me while making out, you choose this?" He pretended to be offended. You smacked his chest looking at him expectantly.

He started- "Well I might have talked to the prof before class telling him, i kinda need a favour from him.. "

"WHAT?" U couldn't believe this boy.

"Perks of having good rapport with prof. Also i always pay attention in class. You should learn from me y/n.." he looked at you innocently. As if he was not kneading your ass right now.

"Jeon Jungkook please tell me that you at least made up a situation or does our proffessor has first hand knowledge about us being in love.." the L word just slipped out. You acted like you didn't notice. But he surely did.

He winked at you, smiling wide like he got a promotion. "What did you just say?"

"Ugh about what?"

" About us being in something."

He was so smug about this, you knew he had won. You leaned into him.

"Let me show you instead" you wispered in his ear. The hair on Jungkook's body stood up , he had goosebumps. He picked you up towards his bedroom.

"Goddamn I love you".

[acrosstimeandspace]

attic blues

i wanted to do another relationship analysis sort of story like i did with asmo, but this time with belphie! i have plans to do one for barb and simeon too!

trigger warnings for: a bit of robotic gore, a tiny bit violence

Belphegor had only prepared for one unwittingly stupid human exchange student, yet here stood two. Obviously whoever stood near MC wasn’t Solomon, he’d be too smart to trust the demon. But it ticked him off exponentially to know that there were three bloody humans in the Devildom, made his blood boil and that urge to cause havoc to twist unpleasantly in his stomach, making it hard to play nice.

“I thought we had promised to keep this secret. Are you still upset that I lied to you, MC?”

“No, it’s not that!” MC shook their head, he could only see them, the other human was smart enough to hide their appearance. “I thought it’d be smart to try and get Rune in on this as well, to help warm your brothers up. They’re very friendly!”

“You make me sound like a pet dog.” The voice was soft, teasing in a way his brothers once had been.

“Oh shush!”

“So who is this Rune, exactly?” He pressed his face up against the gate, trying to get any form of a glance.

“He’s my brother! He ended up coming with me as well, accidentally. Don’t you want to introduce yourself?”

He heard Rune hum, then the shifting sound of clothes let him know they were resting against a wall. “I’m Rune, MC’s adopted brother. They say you want to try and patch things up with Lucifer?”

“Yes, and in order to do so I need you to get pacts with my brothers. It doesn’t matter who, so long as they trust you enough to open the door.”

“Hmm.” Belphegor saw MC look over to where Rune was, exchanging a look. “Okay then, we’ll try things out. Though if you do anything stupid though and I’ll kick your teeth in.”

MC let out an exasperated gasp, “Rune! Be nice! You’re not like this to the other brothers!”

“Ah, I can be like this to Lucifer. You know like when he tried to kill you?”

“Wait, that was you who tried to deck him?”

“Yup. Now c’mon, MC. Sorry Belphegor but we have to leave, so your brothers aren’t suspicious.”

He heard the walk away as MC gave a wave before leaving him all to his lonesome once again. Usually he’d hate it, stew in his anger. But he was intrigued, what a peculiar little human Rune was.

~

And then the almost daily visits from Rune started. At first Belphegor wondered if the tough guy stick was all an act, for Rune sure seemed to not be bothered by him. They’d come up, talk quietly about whatever to him for a while before saying their goodbyes. Rune had become one of his first real interactions outside of using MC or cursing Lucifer, and he soon started to crave them.

“You’re late.” He huffed, pouting despite the fact that he couldn’t see them.

“I don’t have a set schedule to see you, you know.”

“You have a pattern, nimrod.”

“Ah, is that it? Guess I have to wait longer for my next visit then, so your brothers don’t catch on.”

The statement was joking, he knew it was. Rune wouldn’t do that, yet it still flooded his nerves with panic.

“Don’t. Don’t leave. They have MC, they won’t notice, they’ll be fine.”

If he could have, he would’ve reached through the gate to them, keeping them close. That realization sent an unpleasant, fiery stone into his gut. What was he, some stupid, lovestruck human? He couldn’t become what he hated, what he wanted dead. He shouldn’t be craving them, needing them like this.

The pause Rune gave him made that stone hurt worse. Was what he said wrong? Then Belphegor saw Rune’s hand, resting outside his door. He didn’t move to try to see more of him.

“Sorry, I won’t joke like that again, okay?”

Belphegor swallowed thickly, “Whatever.”

Belphegor’s eyes didn’t leave Rune’s hand as he talked of random things, opening Belphegor up like some delicate package. He began to relax, that stupid human’s presence was soothing. Soon another feeling  replaced the fiery stone, much more pleasant and comforting. Even when silence lulled around them, the warmth wrapped pleasantly around Belphegor. He wished there was a blanket like that, to keep close to him at all times. He missed that type of comfort.

“I want to show you lots of things once I get out.” He spoke softly.

“I’ll be waiting for that. I promise it’ll come soon.” Belphegor liked the tone of Rune’s voice, it felt like a warm cup of tea.

“You have to go soon.”

“I promise I’ll come back sooner.”

Belphegor snorted, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Maybe. But maybe we’ll see each other in our dreams.”

For another time Belphegor was glad Rune couldn’t see him, his face heating up. He had many dreams about his human companion, many desires that he couldn’t believe. Waking up from each dream about a date or holding their hands under starlight put that fiery stone back in his gut and twisted it up red and angry until he wished he had dreamed of anything else. But he also didn’t want to dream of something different, wanted Rune to stay and keep that warmth that made him feel safe. How could a weak, squishy human make him like this? He wanted to scream.

He didn’t hear them say goodbye, which was a good thing. He hated hearing them go, hated it because the cold of the attic settled back into his bones and made him want to cry.

~

Freedom. No more gate no more attic he was free, he could do what he wanted. What did he want now? Belphegor only felt anxiety, he couldn’t comprehend this freedom, panic instead ate away. That painfully hot and angry stone was back to twisting up his gut, screaming and making him feel all of his grief and the coldness of the attic wouldn’t leave him. He should be free, be rid of this. Why was it still here? Why did it all hurt so much?

Seeing MC painted his vision irrationally red and bloodlust filled up his mind. It’d be so easy to do something so stupid. Get Diavolo to let go of his stupid little idea of humans being good. So he invited them in for a hug, which they took. He was going to threaten them, form shifting and horns protruding.

But MC ran, smarter than he thought. It stunned him a bit, he thought they were too naive. That should’ve cooled him down but it only fueled his anger.

He found MC in the foyer, about to do the unspeakable when a fist collided with his face and white hot pain flooded his brain, not even registering the crack of bone.

Belphegor looked up to see what he could only describe as a brunet Satan, if his irises were to swallow up his eyes and glow a soft green. The markings on this guy’s joints were aglow in the same way, arms poised to defend.

“I told you I’d kick your teeth in if you tried something dumb,” his voice was familiar, the pain that ebbed it’s way into his tone twisted at Belphegor’s heart. Perhaps if he were in a better state of mind the hurt that came with it would matter.

“Oh, what do you think a pathetic human can do? I’m going to do what should have been done when you got here. The reasons for Lilith’s death, I’ll make you suffer the way she did!”

He lunged again, grabbing hold of Rune’s — this had to be Rune, who he longed for but was now going to tear apart — arm, twisting it so it would break. He wanted them to shatter like Lilith.

It did, not in the way he expected it to. The tearing sound was like that of a machine, wires popping loose as the appendage came off. Belphegor stood there, dumbfounded. Machine. How could Rune be a machine when an undeniably human soul rested in his chest?

And then another swift feeling of pain hit his face as he fell back on his ass, letting go of the arm at impact. He was coming out of that fever, that rage of grief slowly.

After the front doors opened everything was a blur. He understood MC was Lilith’s descendant, that his sister had been reborn and lived a human life. That Rune was some sort of android and was MC’s bodyguard in the form a protective sibling. That he was somehow getting off light, despite the attempt of murder and actually injuring Rune.

It bothered him, bothered him that worse wasn’t happening. Bothered him that Rune seemed so nonchalant about his arm.

So when Beel wanted to go catch up, Belphegor first asked to see if Rune was okay. He had to make sure they were. Couldn’t rest until he was sure. What was going to happen to their arm now? What did they feel towards him? They should hate him, it felt like a rational emotion for the circumstances.

He barely peaked his head in, listening intently to Rune’s explanations to Satan and Levi about how he was going about to repair his arm. A hiss, a click and then a small “done” parted from Rune and he was fixed, a new arm attached.

He was going to release a sigh of relief, Beel’s hand on his back comforting as Rune was okay, until Levi let out a sharp gasp. He had grabbed at his arm, yanking Rune towards him. The grip on Rune should have been painful, especially since Levi had grabbed him so roughly, but both seemed to have frozen in shock.

“Oh, I forgot I wouldn’t be feeling anything there. It’s been so long since I’ve had to repair a limb I’ve forgotten the time it takes to readjust all the feelings to it.”

Belphegor stiffened before turning and running, wanting to sleep away everything like he used to. Rune couldn’t feel his arm because of him, Rune had been hurt because of him. How could he even think that he’d even want to be near him? The cold of the attic crept back in despite him clearly being in his and Beel’s room now, and it ached.

Beel was there too, rubbing his back and cooing. Cooing? Oh, Belphegor had been crying. He had been crying for Rune.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“You like them, Belphie. You feel guilty about what you did, but now you’re afraid of hurting them.”

“Again. I’d hurt them again. After they came and visited me nearly every day. A-after—“

“After you had begun to like them.”

It was a simple way of putting his feelings, ones that he had tried to bury in his furry. But Beel understood him better than anyone else, and knew he couldn’t handle the full truth quite yet. Because Belphegor couldn’t bear the idea of hurting another person he loved.

[ymiwritesstuff]

Corrupted King

More Dimitri, more angst lol. Seriously I had this idea ever since I remembered that Dimitri took out Imperial army forces ALONE during the five years he was in exile. Anyway I hope you guys like this even tho this isn’t really romantic.

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you encounter the aftermath of a brutal battle you seek shelter at an abandoned barn, only to realize that you aren’t alone.

Notes: Angst, Small spoilers for Azure Moon route.

The past five years had been tough. The Holy Kingdom was almost fully invaded, its ruler was gone, and with only a small fraction of the Kingdom nobles trying to defy the Imperial influence and army. The Empire was making its presence known and spreading its forces throughout the continent, greedily attempting to overrun the weaker regions of Fódlan and bending them to its ruler’s will. The war was overwhelming and costly. People died and fled, homes were destroyed and the state of the Kingdom was enough to make anyone lose hope. However, with war, came rumors.

A mere commoner like you, who was challenged by the cruelty of reality almost every day, shouldn’t have believed such rumors. However, when the word about Imperial armies being brutally destroyed by an unknown force spread, it gave you hope. The conditions during the war had been awful, to say the least, so every time you heard of a yet another barbarous assault on the enemy by something capable of destroying an entire battalion, it ignited a flame of hope within you. The force behind the vicious attacks was unknown, but stories about a boar-like warrior carrying a mighty lance that pierced through the enemy forces with ease floated in the air, carried by the voices of the innocent civilians and brave soldiers alike. Nobody knew for sure, but the tales of this courageous warrior fighting for the Kingdom gave people hope, which was the one thing everyone needed.

The way back home was supposed to be safe. And it usually was, but the sight before you turned all feelings of safety and security into dust. The ruins of the village that was once flowing with life had been long destroyed and you usually passed them whenever you left home. They were always hauntingly empty, but it never bothered you. Until now. 

The once unoccupied ruins were now bloody, filled with corpses of Imperial soldiers and their steeds. Blood spilled from their wounds, their bodies twisted in what to you looked like pain and the grim wind of death seemed to travel around the debris. Whatever happened here, it happened recently. The sight was gruesome, unbearably so. You were sure that even the most experienced general would be feeling sick for days, the same way you did. Your stomach twisted, your knees trembled as your (E/C) eyes shining in fear examined the area and tried to look for a way forward amid the decaying corpses. Your eyes couldn’t bear the sight much longer.

Just as you were about to take a careful step forward, an arrow most likely aimed at you landed beside you, mere inches away from hitting its intended target. Your eyes widened, a gasp slipped your lips and the instinct to run and hide immediately kicked in as your legs seemed to be suddenly moving on their own, heading for a destination you didn’t know, but hoped would be safe. Fear consumed your entire being as you ran, almost tripping over the limp bodies that once housed the souls of soldiers. They may have been enemies, but they were still humans. Death had always uncomfortably sunken its teeth into you.

Your trembling legs and an undying will to live eventually led you inside a barn that was miraculously still standing upon the rubble. With a careful glance, you look outside from the small hole in the wooden door to see if whoever had shot at you had followed you all the way to your little hiding place and sigh in relief as you don’t see anyone outside the empty barn. “Thank goodness…” You allow yourself to catch your breath and figure out your next course of action. Then, something sharp is pressed against your back.

“Don’t move unless you want to die quickly.” The deep male voice behind you says, causing you to let out a gasp and instinctively raise your hands as your pulse quickens again. You do not dare to look back as the feeling of the weapon on your back is still very much present. “What are you doing here?” The person asks, voice filled with anger and malice, making your blood run cold as you try to answer his question.

“I… I was being shot at… S-so I came here. To hide.” Your voice is barely audible and is more of a whimper. You tried your best to stay calm. This person was clearly being hostile towards you, but since he hadn’t yet pierced you with whatever he was holding, you had some hope. But still, you couldn’t deny the feeling of terror you felt as the person behind you looked into your very soul. He scoffs.

“You’re another Imperial spy, aren’t you? How many of you rats must I kill to get rid of you?!” The sharp point of his weapon is pressed harder against your back, not enough to pierce through anything, but enough to make you wince and promptly start defending yourself. “N-no! I’m not a spy! Please!” The volume of your voice is louder than intended, and you quickly realize this and take a few seconds to calm down, despite your mind wanting to panic. “I… I was just on my way home and… Saw the corpses around the ruins. Then suddenly, someone began shooting at me. I only came here to hide, I swear! I won’t cause any trouble…” A few, highly grueling seconds pass before he mutters something under his breath and soon you can no longer feel the threat on your back.

With the weapon removed from your back, you briefly exhale and hear him sitting down on the floor, leaning against the fragile wooden wall. Curiosity gets the best of you and you turn around, despite your mind demanding you to leave, only to see a light-haired male, covered in dark armor, whose right eye was covered with an eyepatch, a defeated look in his left one and holding… A lance, covered in blood. Your eyes widen as you come to the realization. Before you, was the warrior in all of those stories who so brutally murdered Imperial forces throughout the years. However, the man before you was also someone thought to be dead. 

“P-Prince Dimitri?” He slightly flinches at your words and grips his lance tighter, avoiding your gaze. There was no doubt. This man was the Prince of the Holy Kingdom, thought to be dead, but there he was. Right in front of you, hiding in the shadows. “I am no Prince,” He spat, voice poisoned with everlasting hatred and fury. He looked drained, tired, utterly destroyed within. What on earth had happened to him?

You step closer, unsure if it’s the right action to take in this situation, considering just how hostile the once kindhearted Prince had acted mere moments ago. “Those corpses outside… You did it, right? Just like the rumors say,” You carefully say and notice him locking his remaining eye on you. His gaze holds no life in it which stabs your heart as the sight of him makes you feel sorry for the Prince. Whatever had happened, he was clearly affected by it.

“Your Highness… What happened to you?” The question leaves your mouth before you even realize, but in it is genuine worry and curiosity. The rumors depicted the one-man army as a proud warrior fighting for the Kingdom, but the man before you was lost in a deep sea of hatred and loss. But above all, he was supposed to be the leader of Faerghus and to see him like this… It was awful. To think the person responsible for the gruesome assaults on the Imperial army was the leader of the Kingdom himself.

“The only thing that matters is the death of that woman.” His voice still carried that strange feeling of acrimony you couldn’t quite comprehend. “The emperor? But Your Highness, what about the Kingdom?” You asked, determined to understand his questionable morals. The Prince had most likely unknowingly given his citizens hope from the shadows and now that he was confirmed to be alive, you couldn’t help but think what he had been doing during these years and why he had abandoned his people. He suddenly stood up, frustration twisting his features.

“Do not try to defy me!” You flinch at his words and instinctively take a few steps back. “Killing that witch is what I must do to avenge the dead!” He gripped his lance and suddenly pointed it at you, flames of aggression burning in his azure eye. “Anyone who stands in my way will be destroyed. No matter who it may be.” His voice quieted down, but held an unstable baneful tone that sent a cold shiver down your spine as he stared at you, his violent gaze digging into your soul. You look at the ground, feeling powerless against Dimitri, who begins to walk towards the entrance, heavy steps echoing around the barn.

“You gave us hope…” Your voice is once again trembling as he passes you, once again muttering something you can’t hear under his breath. All this time you thought someone was fighting for the Kingdom and its people, but it turns out, the ruler himself was only fighting for something you didn’t know or understand. You turn to him just as he is about to head out and speak once more, unwilling to let him so recklessly pursue his goal:

“Who are we going to rely on if not you?! Please Your Highness! We need you!” Dimitri stops, his eye locked on the floor beneath him. This gave you some hope that he was listening to you over whatever was troubling him eternally. “We need our King…” His head shot up at that, and the grip on his bloody lance tightened, the enemy army’s steps audible from behind the wooden door. He glances at you, his gaze entirely different from what it was before.

“No… A monster like me…” His gaze returned to the door and he opened it, allowing the sunlight to bleed into the dark barn. However, darkness still surrounded him as he stepped out, ready to take out yet another wave of enemies.

“...Could never hope to achieve anything other than death.”

[someonefantastic]

I Did Not See That Coming

Truth be told, I never though I would actually do something with this concept. Originally when I got the idea, it was just an angsty au that I told to the psych discord and had no plans of actually writing. But this prompt/subprompts fit so well that I couldn't resist. Summary: Juliet is on her way to save Shawn from Carp... and himself. But when she arrives on the scene, what she finds is much worse than anything she imagined. Warnings: death (none of the main cast dw), blood, gunshot wound also on ao3 ___ She rounded the corner, gun held steady, eyes darting around the room. Her hands trembled and she took a deep breath, trying to calm them. Backup was right behind her, she wasn’t going in completely alone.

Shawn would be okay.

She mentally cursed her boyfriend. She knew how angry he was about his dad being shot and how badly he wanted to take down Carp but going after him alone was a bad idea. Carp was an arms dealer with lots of bodyguards and Shawn, even though he had rather impressive psychic abilities, was still just a man. She just hopped his abilities would be enough until they got there.

She motioned to the officers behind her, a silent bid for them to follow her into the next room. Shawn had to be around somewhere. Not only had she seen him looking up the house’s location on her computer, but there had also been reports of an explosion and a man in black sneaking onto the property. The whole thing screamed “Shawn Spencer.”

“Clear.” One of the officers to her right called and she nodded, beckoning them forward still.

There was some shuffling and a few indistinguishable words from the next room. Gun cocked, she rushed towards the sound, eyes sharp. With a deep breath, she turned the corner, almost dropping her gun as she did.

Dead bodies were strewn about. Carp, Drake, and the FBI agent, blood dripping from misshapen holes in their chests. Standing in the middle of them was Shawn, holding a bloody gun, crimson staining his pants and hands.

She could feel the air slip out of her lungs, her voice coming out barely above a whisper, “Shawn.”

His eyes were wide, “Jules, I swear this isn’t what this looks like. They were dead when I got here.”

Swallowing roughly, her eyes darted from the bodies to his face. She wanted to believe him, wanted him to just explain all of this away but... he was standing in the middle of three dead people, blood on his hands and a weapon on him.

She shook her head, wishing the violent churning in her stomach would go away. “I’m sorry Shawn.” She hated how weak her voice sounded, “I need to take you down to the station.”

“Okay, yeah. I understand. That’s fine, we’ll get this all cleared up.” She moved behind him and he jerked his head around, “Uh, Jules, what are you doing?”

The lump in her throat refused to go away.

“Shawn Spencer. You are under arrest for the murder of Jerry Carp, Julian Drake, and a Federal Agent.” She pulled his arms behind him, snapping cuffs around his wrists. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…”

As she spoke he protested, moving against her. “Jules, sweetheart, please. I didn’t do it! Please, you have to believe me!”

She stopped and stared into his eyes, tears swimming in her own. She hoped with her look that she could convey everything; that she did believe him, but she had to do her job, that she was sorry, and most importantly… that she loved him. ___

She stood behind the one-way glass, watching Shawn in the interrogation room. He sat, head in his hands as the Chief questioned him from her place across the table.

“Mr Spencer, you have to admit that the evidence here isn’t stacking in your favor. You were found with the victim's blood on you and a murder weapon in your hand, not to mention you have a personal vendetta with the victim.” She folded her hands before her. “Now we’re running tests on the weapon but if we get a match, I’m afraid it doesn’t look good for you.” Leaning forward, her eyes narrowed. “So, do you want to tell us what the hell happened?”

Shawn frowned, eyes distraught, the look almost unnatural for his usually cheery expression. “I promise I didn’t kill him. I only went to see Carp, to take him in, but when I got there, they were all already dead.” He then gestured to his pants which were marked with crimson, “I got their blood on me because I was checking their pulse and seeing if I could revive them. I found the gun outside and picked it up for extra protection just in case.”

“And how did you find Carp’s location? That was top-secret government information.”

He shrugged, “I had a vision.”

Juliet didn’t hear anything else after that. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend what had happened. She felt like she’d been shot in the chest. Numbness spread throughout her body as she stared at her boyfriend. She couldn’t even understand what was currently going on. All she could see was his face, his face so earnest and innocent.

Stomach twisting, she fought back bile. She had been worried about him. Worried for his safety, for their future. But the worry had long faded and now she only felt anger and betrayal..

The rational side of her brain kicked in and she knew she needed to talk to him. Jumping to conclusions and not communicating was often the end of all good relationships. She was better than that. She didn’t want what they had to end, they had worked so hard and taken so long to get where they were. After everything they had been through there was no way he had lied for their entire relationship. All she needed was a minute alone with him and he would clear everything up… she trusted that he would.

But the fear and doubt and anger remained present all throughout the interrogation. She stood quietly off to the side as ballistics came back with the report that the bullets did indeed match Shawn’s gun and that only his fingerprints were on the weapon. When they pulled footage off the security tapes it was revealed that Shawn had been the only one around at the estimated time of death.

She didn’t say anything when Carlton was placed on temporary suspension so they could investigate his involvement with Shawn- after all, he did supply him with the weapons and transportation. She couldn’t even bring herself to comfort Gus as he watched his best friend be hauled off to the holding cells to await transfer to a prison.

The world didn’t feel real. It was as if someone had thrown her into a whole new dimension and she was living a life that wasn’t supposed to be hers. She just wanted to go home and cuddle up with Shawn but he was behind bars and she needed answers.

She waited until it was just the two of them, not wanting to display her personal life to anyone else. In a perfect world, they would have this conversation somewhere less public- actually they wouldn’t be having this conversation at all. But it wasn’t a perfect world, far from it, and her anger drove her to not wait any longer.

Shawn was slouching against the bars as she walked up, the metal pressing into his forehead. When he saw her, his head jerked up, eyes hopeful and bright. “Jules! Oh, honey, I’m so glad you're here! This is not exactly how I saw this night going,” He laughed, the sound flat. “I was picturing more Carp getting arrested and we celebrate over dinner.” After glancing around his cell, he looked back at her, “I guess we could still have dinner but it's kind of an awkward space and there’s not much to celebrate-”

She held up a hand, silencing him. “Shawn, I need to ask you something.” He nodded mutely and she shifted her feet. “This could just be me… overthinking things, but... you wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Sweetheart, what are you talking about? Of course, I wouldn’t lie, especially about this. I swear I didn’t murder anyone.”

Her heart beat furiously as she nodded. “I know, I know and I wouldn’t usually have doubts like this but,” She swallowed heavily, “the FBI, they had all of their papers all over Vick’s desk. Couldn’t you have seen the file on Carp and figured out where he lived?”

“Uh, yeah… I-I guess.” His eyes darted across her face, searching for something that she didn’t know she could provide.

“I’m sure there’s an explanation for this and I don’t mean to stir up trouble but, I know I won’t be able to stop thinking about this until I know-” She took a deep breath, trying to calm the flurry of words that were spewing from her mouth, “You told Vick that you had a vision of where Carp lived, but I saw you looking up his address on my computer so you knew he lived there. You already had his address from the FBI… didn’t you?”

He turned his head, staring out the open door to the holding cells, a faraway look in his eyes. Her hands were shaking and she folded her arms to try and calm them. Every second he didn’t answer her, her heartbeat grew louder and louder in her ears, anger stirring in her chest- its fire threatened to consume her.

“Shawn, are you listening to me?” She practically yelled, her voice cracking with emotion.

He whipped his head back towards her, face determined. “Falling in love with you was never part of the plan, okay? This all started because I had no other choice, a sort of self-preservation.” A small smile pulled at his lips, “And it was amazing. I finally found something I’m good at- This is how I do good and I’m good at what I do.” His smile broke into a grin and he motioned around them, “Look at this, look at everything that’s happened. Hundreds of bad guys have been put in jail, most of them murderers, because of this. Isn’t that a good thing?”

She took a small step back, stomach churning. Eyes wide, she bit her lip, her hands falling to her sides grasping for something, anything to keep her from falling over. Her whole world was crashing down around her. Everything she knew about the man she loved had been a lie and he dared to call it a good thing? She couldn’t breathe, it felt like someone had ripped the air out of her lungs, taking her heart along with it- and in a way, he did.

“What are you talking about?” She spat out, eyes brimming with tears. His face fell, eyes going wide and mouth hanging open, but he gave no response. “Are you telling me this is all a lie?” Her chest burned while the rest of her body went numb. She couldn’t believe this. They had known each other for almost seven years, dated for one and a half, and never once had he told her the truth.

“Please…” His voice was barely above a whisper, “Please don’t make me answer that.”

“Oh my god.” Seven years. She should have known, should have figured it out sooner. But she had allowed herself to be swept up by his charm and his humor, his good looks and his caring heart. The way he hid what she thought was his true self behind a playful facade... she should have known that every facade has layers. “Oh my god, I feel so stupid.”

“No, sweetheart,” She cringed at the pet name and his shoulders dropped, staring hopelessly at her, “no, this is all me.”

A tear rolled down her cheek and she hastily wiped it away. He didn’t deserve to see her cry, to know just how badly he hurt her. “You’re right, Shawn,” She hated how her voice shook as she spoke, “This is all me. You’re on your own.”

The pain in her chest doubled as she turned on her heel, fleeing from the room. It hurt so badly, the pain so unbearable that she couldn’t even cry until hours later. She simply went home and stared at the wall for what seemed like ages.

No tears.

No words.

No anger.

She just felt numb.

[peqachy]

Among Us prt. 2

Three weeks have passed since we voted off Ein, but his cries still haunt me in my sleep. I haven’t slept properly since, only getting two or three hours of sleep before being forced to stay awake by my own paranoia.

“Woah, careful Red, that pipe is boiling hot!” Lime (aka Smokey), my partner for the day, cries when I wobble towards a pipe on the wall in reactor.

Grasping my shoulder, he tugs me back towards him, “Hang in there Red, this is my last task so we’ll be able to rest in the cafeteria once I’m finished.”

I nod, despite having only half comprehended what he had said. Leaning forward to rest against his back, I close my eyes. He’s so warm...I’m going to fall asleep...I feel my body relax, my arms wrapped around Smokey’s waist comfortably. He chuckles in response to this.

“You’re a clingy one when you tired eh, Red?” he asks whilst patting my forearms.

I nod against his shoulder blades, mumbling, “You’re...warm...”

There’s a short silence between us, the only sounds being the simon says and our soft breathing.

“Hey Luca, can I share a secret with you?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum in response, the short rest against his back refreshing me ever so slightly.

“It’s about Green. He was my partner the day we voted off Blue. I-I know this will sound suspicious, but...Green was missing from my side most of that day. He ended up just...randomly appeared beside me before the body was reported. A-and...he had specs of red on his boots and pants. I-I was too afraid to tell anyone of what I saw, and that ended up in letting Green convince me it was Blue, “ he’s trembling in  my grasp, shaking worse than a leaf in the wind, “I got Blue killed Luca, he’s dead because of me!”

Before I could speak, the sound of a vent being slammed shut startled us both. We jump, immediately spotting the new dark green figure in the room with us. Without a second thought, we run towards the door, however, only Smokey is able to get through.

“Go press the button Smokey! Don’t worry about me!!” I scream to him, hearing the sound of his footsteps stall outside the door for a moment before darting away.

“That was very noble of you, but do you really believe he’ll make it to the button in time? You underestimate me,” the one posing as Green cackles, his face contorting into something out of a horror film, the dripping blade in his hand making it more apparent to the danger I’m in, “Unfortunately, I can’t quite kill you just yet, so be a good little girl and stay in here with me~”

A chill goes up my spine, fear weighing down my limbs like big balls of lead, “And why is that?”

“Just like you humans, we...impostors need time to recover from spontaneous events such as murder, “ he explains, not fully answering my question.

“While that is true, there are plenty of people on Earth who would’ve killed Lime just to keep their innocence. So why didn’t you?” I hissed defensively, my right hand grasping a hold of the 9mm strapped to my right thigh.

He steps closer to me, advancing slowly as to stalk closer like a predator does prey, “He i-was my alibi, but I guess even the most cowardly humans crack after a while.”

Drawing my gun, I point it towards his chest, “Not a step closer you bastard!”

“Bastard?” he seemed surprised by my language, “You think I do this by choice? My, you humans are truly stupid, aren’t you? We’re trained from birth to do this job, we don’t get to choose. We do as we’re told, just. Like. You.”

The barrel is against his chest now, his face having returned to looking like a human as he glares deeply into my eyes with those violet ones. I swallow thickly, my index finger hovering dangerously over the trigger.

“Well? Are you going to do it? Or are you finally realizing how much of a hypocrite you humans are?” his voice cuts through the short silence sharply, nothing but anger in his eyes as he speaks to me.

“...” I inhale deeply, exhaling a sigh as I lower my gun, “I won’t do it. You’re an innocent life on this ship just like the rest of us.”

“You’re a-” he raises his weapon above him, ready to strike when the meeting is called.

In seconds, our bodies turned into blue particles, something that only happens when an emergency meeting is called or when a body is found during a reactor/oxygen malfunction (or so I’m told). The second we rematerialize, I dart over to Smokey’s side, hurriedly placing my gun back in it’s holster before anyone notices.

“What is the meaning of this meeting Lime?” Brown asks, worry in his eyes as he places a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Green is one of the impostors!” I claim, pointing an accusing finger towards the spoken of impostor so Smokey wouldn’t have to speak first, “Me and Lime both have proof!”

“Lime is this true?” White speaks up after a tense silence.

“...yes, it is.” a look of guilt crosses Smokey’s expression.

Oh no, he’s going to get blamed! Just as I thought that, Purple sends both of us a suspicious glance.

“Oh yeah? How come you look so guilty, Lime?” his color is spoken with underlying venom.

“Leave him alone. Don’t point any fingers without hearing our story,” I glare back at Purple with equal amounts of venom, “I’ll go first.”

“Me and Lime were just in reactor together when Green vented in there with us. When we tried to run away, he tried to trap us in there with him, but Lime was able to escape before the door closed. The only reason I’m not dead is the fact that Green was on some sort of cooldown after having just killed someone and vented,” I explain thoroughly, hoping this will clear Lime without him having to explain anything.

“That’s a believable story...if only it were true. I was the one with Lime in reactor and you’re the one who vented and locked the door on me,” Green lies through his jagged teeth, his eyes reflecting confidence.

“Li-”“I’ve heard enough!” White interrupts my retort, his authority causing my voice to cease immediately, “I want to hear Lime’s story, and no one is to speak until he’s finished!”

I look at Smokey, his dark chocolate skin is pale with beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He looks like he’s going to throw up or cry any second now. Worriedly I place my hand on his back, “Lime...take a deep breath, and tell them what you told me in reactor.”

“As you guys may recall, Green was my partner on the day Blue was ejected,” he starts shakily, his lips quivering in fear, “The truth is...I barely even saw Green that day. He was around here and there, but was mostly absent from me until right before the body of Cyan was reported. Even then, he had blood specs on his boots and pants and appeared suddenly out of nowhere...I was so afraid to say anything that whenever Blue seemed suspicious I went with it instead of going with what I already knew...”

“Are you saying you let us eject an innocent person?!” Purple’s angry yell startled both of us.

“At least he said something helpful during the first meeting! You only pointed fingers! Besides, there shouldn’t any doubt about who we vote out now!” I snap, looking everyone in the eyes.

Most of them looked horrified, but Green looked nervous. The odds are against him...but I don’t want to eject him. He’s only doing what he’s told, just like us. He was raised to do this...what if? My thoughts are cut short when White asks for our attention.

“It’s time to vote,” he looks at us with a stern gaze, “and for the sake of this crew, you two better hope you’re telling the truth.”

His warning makes me tense with fear, uncertainty bubbling in my chest, but the time to act is know. We know for sure this time. He’s one of the two impostors, we know this for sure. Casting my vote, I look Green in the eyes with a sorrowful look, my anger having long since left my small body. He returns my gaze with confusion, possible puzzled as to why I was looking at him with such sadness. Just like last time, the votes are tallied quickly with most of the votes against Green, however, there are two votes against me. Confused, I look at Brown and Yellow with furrowed brows.

“That’s that, Green, come quietly so we don’t have to use force,” White sighs, looping an arm under Green’s as he pulls him towards the exit without resistance.

“White wait, I’ll do it, just...keep everyone here. There are somethings that need to be said before we split off to finish today’s tasks,” I say as I get up from the table, the glances of suspicion from the others not going unnoticed.

Looping my arm with Green’s I pull him towards the airlock, waiting until we’re out of earshot before I turn to speak with him for the last time, “I wish we didn’t have to be enemies...I didn’t come to space to kill people. I came to space to better understand it.”

He chuckles at my confession, stepping into the airlock so it can close behind him, “You humans are truly amazing...so complex and confusing. I too wish things were different, but they aren’t. So, this is farwell. May you find the other two before it’s too late.”

“Th-the other two?” before I can stop it, the airlock opens to eject him into space.

Dread pools in the bottom of my stomach, my blood running cold at the thought. Walking slowly over to the meeting table, I sit down with my head in my hands. The quiet whispers between those who are left becomes silence, all eyes staring at me.

“Red?”

My lips quiver, the truth burning my throat like poison, “...there’s three of them...”

“What?” White leans closer to me, trying to hear what I’m saying.

A dry laugh leaves my lips, turning into a sob the longer I think about our odds of survival, “We’re so fucked!”

“Red what are you talking about?” Smokey asks worriedly, him being the only one who knows about my lack of proper sleep.

“There was more than two! There was three! Two of the seven of us still alive are impostors! Don’t you get it? We’re fucked! There’s no way we can survive this! We. Lose,” I shout this, tears dripping down my face whenever I look up at Smokey.

Without missing a beat, he pulls me into a tight hug, “I don’t know what he told you, but it can’t be true. It just can’t.”

“Three impostors?” White whispers to himself, a hand on his chin, “Our groups are going to have to change then. For the rest of the day, we’re going to stay together as a group. Tomorrow we’ll stay in groups of four to stay on the safe side. Does this plan ease your fears a little bit Red?”

I sniffle, “Y-yeah, a little bit.” No not really. I thought as I continue to lean on Smokey’s shoulder.

“That means there’s a possibility for the impostors to get paired up with one crewmate,” Yellow deduces, one hand pushing up his glasses as he says this.

“Then we’d know exactly who the other two impostors are,” Brown adds, stating the obvious.

“With how safe the other two have been, I doubt they’re stupid enough to do something so reckless,” X speaks up, propping his head on his hand.

“Black has a point, the other two impostors are going to play it much safer from now on. How about this: the SKLED’s security system. If one of us is on it we can track any strange behavior,” Purple suggests, seeming more calm than before.

“But who do we trust enough to put on cams?” White asks Purple, a looks of realization being shared amongst everyone.

“H-hang on everyone,” Smokey interjects, gaining everyone’s attention, “We have no way of knowing if Green was telling the truth or not! He could have been lying to her, just to spook her. He was an impostor after all, his goal could have been to throw us into chaos. Y’know, make us more paranoid.”

“Okay, let’s say he’s lying. There’s only one impostor left then. It’ll be impossible for them to get away with a murder if we change our groups, meaning we win. Changing our groups is going to be what saves us,” White reasons with him, although Smokey still looks hesitant.

“Lime, they’re right. It’s for the overall safety of the crewmates who are left, okay? You and I know first hand that groups of two are just too dangerous,” I speak up quietly, “Besides, is no one going to bring up the fact that both Pink and Orange are dead?”

A heavy silence comes over the already tense atmosphere. I right, and they know I’m right. Pink and Orange don’t deserve to be overlooked, they were too good to us for me to let that happen. I frown, my fists clenched in both frustration and sorrow.

“Didn’t Pink and Orange both watch you do a med scan?” Yellow asks, peaking my mild suspicion of him.

“Yes, they did. Unfortunately, the scan was bad so I have to redo it today,” I respond coolly, “Why do you ask?”

“Just checking my facts is all,” he answers, looking in his little yellow notebook before writing somethings down.

“Well, I believe this meeting has gone on long enough,” White jumps back in, rising from the table, “Com’on, medbay is where we’ll go first since Red and I both have tasks there.”

Just like that, we all left the cafeteria to go do tasks. Looking back, I can see the little green spec that is Green. May we meet on nicer terms in our next life Green... I thought sadly, turning away when my color is called.

Green has been ejected.

[elamae56]

Homicide Life on the Street

I just finished watching the movie that rounded up the series and I’m feeling a little emotional. Hiding behind a cut because no one wants to read this right now.

I watched the last 6 eps of season 7 today and then watched the 2000 movie which is in youtube. To say I’m slightly emotional right now is the understatement of the decade. If there are any typos it’s because I’m typing through tears. I also can’t breath because my nose is bunged up and my eyes now hurt from the pressure in my head from the crying. This also may not be very coherant. 

I’m emotional because this was the end of a series which I started watching when I was about 16 or 17 years old back in 1995 or 1996. It was my first real ‘fandom’. Not my first slash fandom, that came later after I had gone to university, found the internet and found the thing that would become the biggest thing in my life. But HLots was the first real obsession, before slash, before pairings, before fic. I’d loved shows and characters before, thinking back I was pretty much a tv fiend since I was about 4 or 5 years old. Gentle Ben I think was my first tv love, so long ago I can barely even guarantee that was the right show. All I can remember is turning on to watch it one day and refusing to because he didn’t look right. His beard had gone, or something and apparently I didn’t believe it was him. The it was Knight Rider, Airwolf, The A Team and so on for the next ten years or so (well thirty seven to count). 

But Homicide caught me. Mid teens. I loved the characters, the stories, the look and feel. It was earthly, intriguing, dark and different. I remember boring friends at Uni talking about it so much (the ones I knew would listen anyway). I lost some of my interest as University brought with it it’s own focus; uni life, love, friends and of course no TV! I got my parents to tape it for me at home but I lost chunks of it when they forgot or didn’t bother. Still, I never forgot my first obsession even though I didn’t return to it until recently, nearly twenty five years later. 

I never saw the end of the show and now I’ve seen all 7 seasons I don’t think I ever saw the start either. I watched around season 4 and 5 with bits of 3 maybe. Now looking back I wonder how quickly I loved and how much I actually saw back then. I barely remembered many of the episodes I’ve watched over the last three weeks, some stood out; Thrill of the Kill and Hate Crimes specifically.  (I think was because when I was a teenager to enable me to ‘watch’ my favourite tv I would record them onto audio cassette so I could listen to them in bed or in the car - great for taking on holiday! And because I’d watched them I could see them in my head - ingenious or what?!I think these were two episodes I had on tape which I could then record). 

I remember the Waterfront and Dr Cox and Kellerman being under suspicion but not for what. I remember seeing Bayliss tell Pembleton about his childhood abuse but the rest of the stories are missing. I remember the layout of the squadroom, the board, the box (who’s idea was it to turn that into Gee’s office in the seventh season?!?! Ugh) and the coffee room. 

So essentially I’m really upset right now because something that was so important to me as a teenager has now concluded. And in such a sad way (everything is going blurry again). I’m not going to lie, when I watched as a teen it was Bayliss who was my favourite (lets face it Kyle Secor was gorgeous back then - still is but that’s another story) and his relationship with Frank which was for me the draw of the show. I liked all the characters, some more than others and it was the way the whole show was put together; look, sound, feel. Watching it through now, Bayliss is still my favourite, Frank still amazing but I enjoyed the other characters more, I paid more attention to Lewis and Kellerman (yes I’m slashing them) and Munch and Howard and even Felton, Crosetti and Bolander who I think had pretty much come out of it by the time I’d started watching originally. 

Watching the show now I’ve also been able to watch with a slasher’s eyes, something I didn’t have back then. I was always drawn to the partnership between Frank and Tim but I’d never paired them because I didn’t have the language or the knowledge that you could do that. I’d been intrigued by gay storylines in shows, those that were starting to emerge on tv in the 90s but it had never crossed my mind that you could ‘pair characters’ outside of the ‘canon’  (and I’m talking het as well as slash here). So this time I’ve been watching Frank and Tim and especially Tim and his relationship with Frank. Watching now I can see the love and the adoration that he has for Frank grow over the 6 seasons they were together and despite it being unrequited it’s quite easy to see that as a canon love story. I believe I’ve read somewhere that Kyle did actually approach it as Bayliss being in love with Frank (when I’m more together I’ll try and find where I read it) and watching it, I can very much believe that. 

Which is what made the movie so difficult to watch. Watching Bayliss slowly fall apart. Turn to Frank at the end when they’d caught Gee’s shooter. The scene on the roof at the end when Bayliss is confessing what he has done to Frank and the way that scene plays out. The complete inability for Frank to comprehend what Tim is telling him, to comprehend that Tim has killed someone, not just in self defence or as a cop related shooting but as a murder. A cold blooded murder (Tim used the word execution and their difference in vocab is specific). He can’t understand, gets angry (righteously) that Tim has put this on him. When Tim pleads with him to take him in or he will likely eat his gun, has thought about it before, can’t marry up his heart with his head (knows in his heart he was right but in his head he can’t accept what he has done), Frank can’t do it. Despite knowing, seeing that Tim has threatened to end his life if he doesn’t. I can’t accept that as the ending to their partnership. It stings. It hurts (blurry eyes again). After all that they’ve gone through in the past 6 years it’s upsetting that it finishes here. I’m not going to lie. I hated when Frank left at the end of season 6. I hate this a hundred times more. 

When the name goes to blue on the board, I assume we are meant to understand that Tim has indeed confessed/been taken in. By Frank? His words to Mike in Gee’s office seem to indicate so ‘good at catching the bad guys...caught me a couple tonight.’ 

...and I can’t....to hear Frank refer to Tim as a bad guy just breaks my heart into tiny pieces (oh god my nose is never going to unstuff at this rate). To be honest, that out of the whole film is what I can’t get over. And why I’m so upset I think. It really fucking hurts.  

And then. And then we get the scene of Gee in the afterlife, going into the squadroom and seeing all the people from the past, his life and the stations. Little Adena skipping past. And then seeing Felton and Crosetti in the coffee room (as it was thank god). And then the chair. The fourth chair (oh god I’m off again). Gee asks but they don’t know who it’s for, ‘we don’t know yet’ says Beau, ‘but they’ll here sooner or later.’ Gee worries about his son (he’s a foot cop now) but to me, I take that to mean be for Bayliss. He threatened his life and when Crosetti says ‘it’s not like it’s written in stone, it’s not preordained or anything.’ My brain took that to mean that if Bayliss is in custody, that won’t stop him from eventually taking his life, either in jail or on bail if he’s allowed it.

So this had been the ending tonight of a very very long fandom arch. I’m emotionally battered and bruised and feeling rather strange. I want to return to season 1 ep 1 straight away (that’s what I did with Starsky and Hutch every time I finished season 4, immediately pop the first ep in again and start over) but I’mn not sure I’m ready. I’m not sure I could watch fresh faced Tim enter that squad room, knowing where he’ll end up in seven years time. 

I loved seeing everyone come back for the movie, even for the brief scenes most of them had, it was enough (why oh why didn’t Kellerman have any scenes with Lewis though??). Cox and Griscom over Gee’s bedside? Excellent! Kellerman shovelling food down whilst Mike beats up suspects? Awesome! The knowledge that they go back to the squad room in the afterlife? Beautiful if emotionally traumatic. 

It’s going to take me a long time to get over this but suffice to say this was one of the best shows ever made. I didn’t like season 7 or the new characters much and the show was definitely at it’s best earlier on when it was in it’s original and intended format but even later on it still beats the pants off most of the shows made then and today. 

[allthemxses]

The Day - [Faniction]

Summary:  Oneshot. It was THAT day. Brian regretted instantly stumbling across something utterly horrifying. He didn't want to comprehend it... Friendship!Stewie/Brian, torn apart. Please read and review! :) (bad at summaries)

Rated: T

Fandom: Family Guy

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A test.

That’s all he had needed.

Something to prove it— That he couldn’t have carried it out the task of getting rid of his mother just yet. With vast access to advanced technology created by himself, he had run a dream simulator when he had been an infant, and the doubletask of murdering and world domination didn’t go well for him.

He had to wait—

A thing he could do if the end results would pay off.

The waiting ceased when he was about 6 years old— this very day.

Of course, she wouldn’t expect a damned thing, just had the knowledge that he had always been a bit quirky growing up by her side.

It would hurt—

No.

Tear up his best friend’s heart, the dog of the family, Brian, since the dog had always loved her— lusted after her. Of course, still respecting her marriage and all.

But the matricide had to be done.

It was a simple enough afternoon for the Griffin household. The birds were chirping outside, singing happily unknowing of the darkness later in the day. The sun was beaming, shining through some windows of the house, specifically into the living room. It also drifted slightly onto the TV, but mostly onto the sole occupant of the room, Brian.

He let out a deep sigh, as the movie played out before him on the TV. “This is even worse than the supposedly subtextual romance on the X-Files.”

CUTAWAY

There was a knock on the door of Scully’s apartment. She was still in her dress clothes from work. She went and opened the door, to see a fancily dressed Mulder who grinned at her.

“Scully.”

“Mulder?”

He cleared his throat, while he tried to cover his obvious boner. “Would you like to go on a non-date to a non-restaurant?”

She sighed. “No-yes.”

ENDCUTAWAY

It had been a boring day so far; it was barely anything to really do. Lois was busy doing some housework, while his friend, the 6 year old, was probably up in his room inventing another device of some sorts. …So he thought.

The dog had absolutely no idea that Lois was in danger—

If he had known, he’d probably try to intervene.

Stewie had told him he was going to hold off his plans to kill Lois, or taking over the world, years, years ago. Only a year ago did the sociopathic child say that he wasn’t going to carry out the task of murdering of his mother in front of Brian.

The event and confession felt out of place almost, but Brian seemed to accept it to a degree.

Afterall, the child didn’t seem as violent as he had been when he was smaller, younger.

… Maybe he was being blind to that— He and Stewie had been friends for such a long time. The dog tended to brush off more and more of the child’s homicidal incidents— pegging it as pretty normal at some point.

… Okay, maybe entirely blind.

He continued to watch the TV, eventually deciding to flip the channel away from another crotch shot that was being shown— the movie’s poor shot at humor.

The TV’s noises didn’t quite reach upstairs. But Stewie stood up at the top of the stairs, hearing the distant noises drifting upwards. He had already doublechecked— his father and the older siblings weren’t going to be back for awhile yet.

Right.

Also, his best friend- Brian- hadn’t been able to get out of the house for today… Damn it. It seems almost rare that the family seemed to go on their separate ways like this— leaving most of the house deserted.

Oh…

How he hated that the pet of the family stayed today. Why?

He and Peter had always gotten along— why couldn’t have the Fat Man taken his dog along with him for the stupid antics?

A heavy sigh exited from the 6 year old’s mouth.

Stewie took a few steps down, peering towards the white furred animal, seeing that his attention was pretty much set on the television before him.

Perfect enough— The diabolical youngster thought. He made a movement to continue casually downstairs, but that’s when the animal moved to get up. Widening his eyes, he quickly hid his weapon when he saw Brian start to approach the stairs.

Oh, fuck—

He soon started to wave towards his friend with a smile. “Hey, Bri.”

Brian looked towards him non-suspiciously. “Hey.”

“Uhmm… You wanna go to the park later? Maybe hang out for a bit?” He offered.

The dog shrugged. “Sure, why not. There’s nothing to do, maybe some fresh air will be good for me.”

“Alright, cool, Bri.”

Brian rubbed back of his head. ‘’Hey, you alright? You seem… a bit out of it the last couple of days, kid.”

Stewie shrugged, shaking his head a little. “No idea what you mean— I’ve been doing pretty okay.”

A ‘hm’ from the dog. “Well, alright. I’ll come get you in a couple of hours then.” He then left, carefully continue to walk.

He’s getting old. The youngster noticed letting his eyes follow the other. He’d have to do something about it one of these days. Easy enough. Bit of a challenge, nothing more.

With that in mind, he pulled out his weapon, ready to continue his mission. He hmm’ed, furrowing his brows. “At least that went better than what happened in between Rosanne and her sister one time.”

….. He waited.

And a bit more. He finally scowled. “Aw come on, cutaways are part of this damned show.” A roll of the eyes. “Doesn’t matter if the writer isn’t a too big of a fan of them, and think they somehow detract away from the main plot….” That last statement had been muttered underneath his breath, effectively adding more to the fourth wall being shattered.

Soon enough, he found himself at the bottom of the stairs. With an apprehensive look up the stairs, he then focused his sight on the kitchen. It’d have to do.

The usual pitter-patter of his feet was silenced by the carpet and then it soon went off noisily as he entered into the kitchen. It was the usual sort of set up throughout the room, of course. He hmm’ed, narrowing his eyes, thinking of how to get his mother in here. There were so many options—

He could knock off one of those water glasses on the counter—

Or perhaps even turn on the stove by ‘accident’ and start a minor fire—

Start crying because he tried to reach for something—

Moan for some food, even.

Moaning for food seemed reasonable enough. With a ‘hm’, he went and opened up the kitchen door, letting the slightly cool Fall air within the home.

“MOM!” He yelled in a whiny voice.

A crack of the back, and Lois popped her up from working on cleaning up some leaves. The orange haired woman let her vision fall onto her son’s form. “Yes, honey?”

“I’m huuuuuuuungry. Can you make something?” He had accounted that she had been working for quite long time, so a break was a sure thing.

She almost seemed relieved at that thought— Her body hadn’t been the same way as it was a few years ago. She was pushing 50, afterall, just like her husband. She studied him briefly— Thank God that he wasn’t as simple minded as her husband, that’d only contribute more to the Peter-Chris problem. It was interesting also to note he had inherited some orange hair mixed with brown—a nice subtle combination.

“Sure, mommy’s coming.” She said with a gentle smile.

An evil smirk passed over his face, as she turned her back to grab some things to put them away. She had done enough work for one day— So she figured she’d do some work inside instead.

Stewie quickly dodged inside, spotting a chair and set it up right next to the kitchen door. Lois would end up tripping over it, and that’s when he’d strike. A quick toss of his eyes out of the window told him that she was very near finishing up with her cleaning up— prompting him to get out his dangerous weapon, ready to aim. As long as Brian stayed upstairs—

Everything would go just fine.

He’d have to quickly get rid of the body though. There was a cemetery a few blocks down from this house. He’d throw her into one of the unprepared holes— enabling a perfect getaway. He already had prepared a good enough story for Brian…. Hopefully it worked.

A creak of the door sounded off, and he instantly prepared himself, mentally calculating where his aim should be on her body when she fell.

“Ste—“ Her voice being cut off as she fell over the chair, landing hard on the ground, not quite where she should have been. Nevertheless, the six year old took the shot. Not having to worry about the sound, since he had prepared the kitchen with mostly soundproof walls before this afternoon.

Most of all, he had made sure Joe was off somewhere this afternoon, too.

“OW!” She loudly yelled, now trying to get up, but that thought was soon abandoned as soon as she felt pain in her abdomen, rendering her to keep on the floor and quick as possible clutching her stomach.

“Damn!” Stewie cursed, just now realizing the chair had been off a couple of degrees. “Oh bloody hell, it just had to be per—!”

“S-Stewie? What the— W-Why do you have that gun, honey?” Lois said with fear in her voice, stammering somewhat due to the blood loss so far, the red pool seeming to be stable at the moment beneath her.

Stewie just grinned, as he stomped over with his anger quickly dissipating with seeing his mother in such a vulnerable state. He promptly shoved the gun right into her cheek.

“Well, Lois, I—“

“WHAT THE HELL?” A shocked voice rang through the atmosphere.

All the confidence and the grin disappeared from Stewie, and his eyes widened. His blood went absolutely cold.

B-Brian… No…

The child turned to look at his friend, who had a taken-back expression. “O-Oh my God… This is like… Like.. walking into some bad porno with—“ “B-Brian, I…” How could the homicidal boy even begin to explain about this? “It’s… not what it looks like…” He said awkwardly, effectively cutting away the opportunity for a cutaway.

Brian went immediately over to Lois, and Stewie backed up at least for now, hiding his weapon. He needed to finish her afterall.

Stewie wouldn’t allow guilt to spring up— No. This was a goal he had been determined to stick to for all these years.

Tears sprung up in the dog’s eyes upon seeing her in such a weakened state. “L-Lois… I…I knew he—But..” A sigh. “We’re getting you to a hospital as soon as possible, alright?” His voice sounded broken, but he tried to keep strong for her.

Lois coughed, a bit blood coming up. ‘’I-I.. Didn’t expect it.. How could he…?” Her question left off in a trail, as she gripped her pet’s arms.

Brian sent a glare over to him. “He’s… It’s a long story.” He finally told her after a few moments. Another sigh. He couldn’t let her die here. He reached for the phone nearby, but—

A cock of a gun went off.

“Brian. Don’t do it.” The British voice told him, coldly.

Brian shook slightly. This whole situation was generally fucked up to the core— And he could have tried to prevent it entirely. Only if… he had paid more attention to his fri— No, family me— Not that either. How he could think of anything positive?

“Stewie—“ He started off desperately, looking over to him, which Stewie had the gun pointed right at him. That hurt. “Really? Acting like a fucking psychopath— Again—“

“Brian.” His voice much calmer now, it was a forced coldness. “I-I’ve waited for this… For so long. To be able to kill—“

“YOU ALMOST KILLED LOIS! A friend! A love of mine…!” Brian felt a tear escape from his eye, as he clenched his fists. He started to scan the room for anything— anything— to use against the other. Knives. Knives in the drawer.

“I’VE WANTED TO DO THIS.” Stewie let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s… no use getting through you. Not right now.”

Right after that last bit, he finally lifted his head to see the dog rushing towards the drawer, which he immediately caught onto. Without warning, he shot the dog immediately—

And Brian went down.

Stewie cringed, hating that he had to do that— to a friend nevertheless. He watched as blood started to leak from the dog’s foot and as the dog fell down yelling in pain.

At least his attention was drawn away from the knives.

The child had to turn away, not wanting to see the pain of Brian. His eyes immediately flickered over to Lois, who had been trying to drag herself away from the scene altogether. He had to give her credit— she was nearly halfway across the kitchen floor, leaving a smeary trail of blood.

The sociopathic boy set on catching up with her, shoving the gun yet again into her face with a mean scowl and sadistic grin to match.

“Lois… You die here. Right now.”

She tried to protest, but it was no use—

Everything went silent after the final shot went off within the room. Beian didn’t dare move. It was as if he was afraid that Stewie might turn the gun towards him.

But no.

His love was bleeding all over the place. Within a few seconds, he limped over and held onto her. “L-Lois… She’s… Dead.” He whispered a bit harshly. He gritted his teeth. This wouldn’t have happened if—

He turned to glare over at Stewie. “What the HELL? I thought you swore off killing Lois?”

Stewie drew out a long sigh, before tearing away his eyes from the most proudest accomplishment of his yet. “I’ve… Lied.’’ He rubbed the back of his head. ‘’God, how do I even explain this…?”

“…I’m waiting, you bastard.”

Stewie deeply frowned, thrusting his arms out in front of him. “I don’t know how to! I’ve always just had this urge…”

Brian said quickly, “You could have ignored it.”

“I couldn’t!”

“You could have, Stewie! You’re nothing but a cold hearted murderer. You knew damn well how I felt towards her!” He shouted, fists clenched at his sides. “Yes! I knew, imbecile!” He growled. “That’s…” He hesitated a little bit on his words, but decided to quickly deliver them. “..Why I wanted you to know none of this had happened. Assume that Lois had been killed by a mere known criminal or something.” He said a bit guiltly.

“So go behind my back. Nice one.”

The boy pointed fiercely at him. “You know damned well it was a far better option than—“ He motioned a hand around the scene. “THIS.”

“….Your point?” The dog growled, this time. Though it seemed like he accepted the point Stewie had made.

“…You’re not going to forgive me for this, are you?” Stewie said nonchalantly.

“Fucking no, never.”

“Figured.” A pause. “Fair enough.”

With that, a sort of silence fell over the two, as they soon let their vision wander over towards Lois’s body, which would no doubt start to stink up the place. Stewie’s vision had lingered on her corpse, but Brian had to turn away before he could break down. Suddenly, the silence was torn in half.

“…I need to get rid of it as soon as possible.’’ The dark statement spilling away from the 6 year old’s mouth. Then his eyes fell onto Brian. “I need some help.”

“Piss off.” Was the instantaneous response from the dog, who was trying to tend to his injury.

‘’… Ugh. Come here—“ He said, going over and grabbing the First Aid Kit and starting to tend to his friend’s foot.

In a fit, Brian tried to yank away his leg. “No, fuck off.”

“Hell.. I didn’t want to do this.”

“Oh, really?’’ He quipped, bitterness still obviously in his voice.

“Yes— I really didn’t. You were going to call 9-1-1. That could have caused trouble. I had to stop you from doing so.” He explained, now starting to wrap up the foot in clean bandage.

“Shots to the stomach aren’t fatal.” He spat.

An angered sigh. “I know. But they can be.” Stewie retorted. He continued before the dog could retaliate with another jab. “Besides, won’t you want Lois put in a decent place? With dignity? Besides, 6 year olds can’t be put into jail… Besides, we’re…. well, used to be? I don’t know. Friends.”

Brian scowled, then huffed. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, they did have a lot of good times. “I do. Fine. I-I’ll do it.”

“Good.” The youngster said, before going over to the counter and fishing something out from behind. A body bag. Brian’s heart could have bursted at the sight of it, and he quickly looked away.

“You put her in.” He choked.

“Was planning to.” He said in an almost sing-sing voice. “I know you wouldn’t want to help.”

The animal’s stomach lurched at how joyful the child’s voice seemed, as he silently waited. He squeezed his eyes shut as if in physical pain when he heard the zipper finally, signaling that Stewie was done. A heavy sigh exited from his mouth, when he shakily stood, testing his foot.

Lois… When we go to wherever we’re going… That will be my final goodbye. “Are you done torturing me for the day?”

“Quit it.” Stewie quickly replied, as he helped Brian over to the body bag. “Careful.” He continued to instruct as he let the dog grab one end.

Stewie looked at the pet concerned, before turning his head back forward to lead the way. They were both silent towards the way to the graveyard— quietly maneuvering in behind houses and in alleyways as to not to alert anyone. They had to be somewhat quick too, and that was difficult.

When they arrived, the dog instantly demanded that he’d make sure she was buried correctly.

“….Are you sure?” The boy’s voice questioned.

‘’Yes. She meant a lot to me, so it’s a damned good reason.” Brian bit back at him.

Stewie’s heart finally got pulled, and his stomach lurched same as Brian’s did when he had seen his love dying. This was the thing he had been absolutely dreading—

Brian’s disapproval. His disappointment.

He had planned to tell the dog at some point after the deed— but not too soon. He hadn’t wanted to lose their friendship, and it seemed like now he would right back when Brian had seen Stewie had finished off his mother.

He was jolted out of his dark thoughts as Brian announced that he was done. He didn’t look at Stewie the same way as before, when meeting his eyes. Instead, he just brushed past the boy and went back home, which Stewie quickly followed him.

“A-Are we still….” He looked away, unable to finish his sentence, as he kept up with the animal.

“I—“ Brian bit at his tongue. “Right now? You’re asking this?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Stewie fidgeted. “I… need to know. I mean…”

“I know.” Brian quickly supplied quietly, unable to continue for now.

He stayed silent the entire way back home, but as he opened up the kitchen door, he let the boy in first. He finally spoke up after keeping silent for what seemed like a decade. “…I… Don’t know. This… pretty major.” He couldn’t even form proper sentences, upon seeing the blood smeared on the floor.

“Jackass.” Brian decided to say. He added on, “…Do you want me to clean up your sickening mess, too?” He narrowed his eyes towards the other.

Stewie seemed to shrink at the look he was getting from the dog. “ Uhm…” He shifted his eyes back and forth. “No, I’m good.”

Brian grunted, as he brushed past, getting out of the kitchen as fast as possible. Stewie stared for several minutes after the dog had left the room. He snapped out of it when the blood smell became too strong. It was a…. Mixed sort of feeling day.

Both a good one—

And a sad one.

He had been able to clean it up extremely well, making sure absolutely no sort of clue was on the floor of the events that had occurred earlier.

Not even hours later, did the three missing Griffins come back home. Peter instantly went to watch TV with Chris, while Meg wanted to cry up in her room for some reason. It wasn’t an entire half hour later that Peter’s mind was finally putting the pieces together. He casted a suspicious glance around—

“Hey, where’s Lois? She’s supposed to get me a beer by now.” Chris shrugged. “I’unno. Maybe she’s ice skating or something?”

Peter hmm’ed, then took a look outside. “Huh… impossible. It’s… Uh…”

Brian let out a deep sigh, as he was with them on the couch, looking downright depressed. “You’re almost there, Peter…”

Chris waited for his dad’s conclusion, blinking towards his father. “What, dad?”

Peter shifted his eyes back and forth, obviously thinking hard as he could. He eyed a leaf falling to the ground outside. “It’s…. something…”

“Something?” The blond haired boy said dumbly.

“OH! It’s Fall!” Peter said smiling, proud of his conclusion. “She can’t do it in Fall, I think.”

“Oh.”

Another a moment went by. “Yeah, where did she go?” Peter asked, before turning his vision turned to the TV, which Stewie was standing in front of now, tears in his eyes—faked for effect. He turned and shakily shut off the electronic device.

Peter was about to retort angrily to the action, but immediately fell silent when he heard the words:

Mommy’s dead.

Stewie went off into a heartfelt, believable story about how Lois was taken off somewhere after being murdered. At some point, the sole daughter came downstairs, looking horrified as rest of them. The boy discretely eyed the dog the family— Brian had kept silent. Brian could have easily interrupted if he had wanted to.

A spark ignited within Stewie.

Perhaps their friendship wasn’t dead as he thought it was.

Maybe….

It was worth to think it.