#i'm sure he'd be pissed to know the son he threw away wanted to be a neurosurgeon

[actually-eldritch]

we want to resume our studying so. so so badly but the eating has to not just be good but consistent over a long period of time and i wish to scream. my brain is full of paywalls nobody warned me could happen. nobody warned me I could become too poor to think at all on a physical level because whilst my faMILY was abusive as shit growing up the conditions were still of a higher class so i developed a brain that had high demands and then started fueling it with not just poor but povertty resources . like im at high risk of being homeless in the next 6 months and i have a brain that puts me in saw traps and basically says "if you don't eat at an average of least 5 meals a day, approximately 3 hours apart, and keep this up for weeks at a time, you will not be awarded access to any of your incomplete but grandiose thought constructs, good fucking luck having a single useful thought because it's not built for your resources"

Nobody fucking warned me about how painful the class drop was. I suppose a lot of that was because they were completely inconsiderate about what the experience of children in higher classes might be. They'll remember that their daddy's are heartless monsters peddaling slavery, and then for some reasojn think that they'll give their riches to their kid no questions asked. What do you think happens when the money loving man has a child with undesireable identities and interests? they torture them and wipe them off the face of the fucking planet. you don't know about it because they don't fucking want you to know about it. have some godamned nuance.

#the amount of times i was denied help because i 'had it' but i was living as someone with less than 100$ a month to live off of except i #would also have shit like a new nintendo switch and people thought any indicator that i had anything no matter how unrelated to my needs #was indicative of the rest. but if there's one thing to know about the wannabe-rich middle classman it's that his money allocation is #complete dogshit and it's everybody's fault but his own that he's poor #and please ignore his starving family in favour of all the expensive artifacts and rugs and cars he's going to show you #because this man knows what's up clearlyu. that's why my sister got fully paid off college for being a good quiet cishet while i was thrown #to the dogs and barely graduated high school and it was treated like an unrelated surprise #anyway. #if he would actually believe whoever said it #i'm sure he'd be pissed to know the son he threw away wanted to be a neurosurgeon #and i revel in that. even though he'll never know. because they let me get too fucked up for that dream by middle school #too many concussions to too much hand tremors. what's the point. im to become something different. #so i am but my hearts still missing pieces i'd like to come closer to anyway. depsite all the paywalls #inside and outside of my mind

[waffietato]

Absolutely obsessed with the fact that Wukong just threw his ring into the earth and fucked off, Nezha yeeted his at the moon and fucked off, but DBK kept his on him??

Like.

(doing a readmore bc I rambled a bit but honestly it's wholesome DBK and Red Son shit I noticed when rewatching)

Don't get me wrong.

Some of the ways Red Son's parents seem to treat him early on ("Oh, don't worry, my useless boy," and "useless offspring") is kinda sussy, BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE BULL FAMILY RN LIKE.

Specifically Red Son and his dad.

Already in jttw, I'm pretty sure it's established that Red Son (hehe Red Boy) and DBK were pretty close (I'm rusty on the details bc I haven't read it but I DID watch that one video summary series about it) bUT going into LMK, your first impressions of them are shaky.

BUT I'M GONNA BE HONEST BC LIKE.

I don't think DBK was rlly rude to Red Son except for when he was having issues with LBD. You DO see Red Son desperate for his approval and attention, yes, but every time he asks his father for a chance to prove himself, DBK just says, "yeah, dude, go on". Like. Before LBD, I don't think he ever actually calls him out for his failures? I could be mistaken, so correct me on that, but DBK rlly just let his son go off and do whatever he wanted (when it came to trying to help him with their ~evil plans~, I mean). I will take the offhand, "useless offspring" from the S2 special, but this brings up the possibility that both his parents might have an issue with calling him useless if they're a bit frustrated with him which isn't. Great.

BUT I'm not focusing rn on that. But I do think it goes into Red Son's characterization of wanting to prove himself constantly to his father (that he also hadn't seen in 500 years, so counting that, too).

But ANYWAY.

The fact that his father kept the ring. Wukong and Nezha yeeted the other two but DBK kept the ring in the one place he was absolutely confident it'd be safe-- with him. LITERALLY with him, in his fucking nose. He didn't trust to leave the thing he knew was apart of his son (and arguably hurt his son) in any other place other than on him.

AND GOD the S2 special actually. I wanna talk about them. So badly.

All the scenes?? Notice how at first, Red Son and DBK are kinda rough with each other. This is soon after the S1 finale, so things might still be tense with all of them. Red Son's probably still stuck hearing his father calling him a traitor and telling him off (even though it wasn't rlly him)

DBK's frustrated that he was once a very strong and powerful figure, angry that he'd been reduced to someone selling STREET food. He thinks it's foolish, while Red Son just wants to connect with his father on a different level. He wants to help his father get away from what'd happened in S1, have a "fresh start", like he said. And DBK is angry at that, and refuses to listen. And that's,, not great.

But then he gets kidnapped. And used as, like, a battery.

And Red Son goes off to find a way to help his father. That's his one goal in mind, and he's desperate enough to help him that he's willing to set aside his differences with MK and the gang and team up with them (he even forces himself to.. TRY to be nice to them. Notice how he starts off with telling them "not that YOU CARE, but my father was taken by spider bitch and I'm gonna steal your ship so I can help him" and after being met with resistance, he tries again as... Politely that HE can, and even adds in a frustrated (and probably desperate) attempt to convince them by saying, "save my father, and the WORLD"). Wukong LITERALLY weaponizes DBK's love for his family to get them all free from SQ's webs. DBK drinks so much respect women juice and loves his wife sm that he KNOWS she ain't need protecting and gets so angry at Wukong's implication that she wouldn't. Wukong SPECIFICALLY calls Red Son DBK's "half baked son" and tells him that SQ's gonna eat him or whatever in AN ATTEMPT TO PISS OFF DBK. and while DBK's leaving, he fucking spits out "Half-baked Son" like that sort of phrasing actually pains him to say. He starts to say it, stops, grits his teeth, and forces himself to finish it out. He does NOT like to call Red Son half-baked at that point.

And GOD when DBK goes to rip Red Son out of SQ's webs, and his eyes go from the angry glowy magic shit to his normal eyes, very worried and concerned, and Red Son's little relieved "father" LIKE HELLO? THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH?

And then when Mei tells DBK that Red Son did "a lot of great hero work", DBK just... Doesn't care. Not in the way that a parent just doesn't give a shit about what their kid does, but I mean like, he doesn't MIND that Red Son did some good that day. He doesn't mind that Red Son helped MK and the gang.

In fact, he just wordlessly looks to Red Son and watches his reaction.

He just looks chill tbh, maybe just wanting to hear what his son says about it.

He doesn't rlly look annoyed until Mei does her annoying lil laugh

And Red Son asks him to not tell his mother about anything that happened (which has some,,, Hm,, implications about it but this is focused on Red Son and DBK rn so I'll talk about that another time), and he's just like, "agreed, let's go home... Son" LIKE SIR FBAKFJSO

HE WENT FROM CALLING RED SON HIS "USELESS OFFSPRING" TO HAVING TO PAINFULLY SPIT OUT "HALF-BAKED SON" LIKE IT KILLED HIM TO EVEN CALL HIM THAT AND THEN AT THE END HE CALLS HIM "SON" AND RED SON IS S O HAPPY TO HEAR THAT THAT HE JUST STOPS AND HAD THE CHEESIEST GRIN LIKE I CAN N OT WITH YOU GUYS RN.

But like my original point yeah?? Just obsessed with how much DBK clearly cares about Red Son. He keeps a piece of him attached to him at all times-- a piece that he knew hurt his son, smth that was dangerous, that had to be ripped away from his son in order for him to be happy-- smth he was told to keep safe, and what did he do? Keep it on him. Bc the only person he trusted with it was himself. And Nezha and Wukong threw their rings away.

#monkie kid #Lmk #Lego Monkie Kid #I fucking LOVE the Bull Family honestly #Like #Gnskfnkskflskd

[crinkled-emotions]

OK woah I'm loving these sick prompts!❤ Could I please requst 37 and 38 for a Daderick and Roo moment? I know you said you're super busy atm so no problem if not!! Good luck with your exams and the move!

Thanks for the kind words!! I'm nearly at the end of semester and I managed to find a half decent apartment last week that I felt safe to move into 😊 These are so much fun for my Saturday night! Between this and taking the piss out of Miles for his inability to apply sunscreen this is a hoot (tm).

37: "having a cold does not make you weak" and 38: "just let me take care of you why are you so stubborn."

Notes: Rooster has a cold and he needs his dad however he is also a stubborn bastard. Post tweet.

Maverick's boots hit the ground after a hop, grinning as he passed his helmet to Hondo who rolled his eyes.

"Okay, you really gotta stop doing that to them. They're gonna quit."

"And what, make Hangman think he is indeed one of the most talented pilots I have ever seen? Never," Maverick deadpanned with a grin. Hondo snorted.

"Sure, that's who I'm worried about. I'm pretty sure Bob threw up after last time."

"Ah, he'll be okay. Who's going up later today?"

"Well it was meant to be Rooster, Fanboy and Payback but you might want to have a chat with Bradshaw. He's not looking too hot."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know what's wrong with him, but Seresin pointed it out to me and he's right; Bradley's out of it."

"Okay, I'll go and check on him. Can you get Payback, Fanboy and Coyote ready while I get him sorted?"

"Sure thing. Did you want me to let Cyclone know as well?"

"No way, that's a one way ticket to Rooster punching the nearest wall. I got him."

Maverick whistled as he walked the track back to where the aviators would be waiting. Phoenix, Bob and Hangman were disembarking from their jets, banter loud across the tarmac. Maverick didn't bother telling them to tone it down; Hondo would sentence them to their pushups and they'd shut up pretty quick.

"Bradley? Are you in here?"

"I think he's in the bathroom," Kangaroo called from her spot on the couch, listening to the radio. Maverick waved at her, heading for the men's room. He gently knocked before poking his head in.

"Bradley? Hey, kid, it's just me."

"Jesus, Mav, can a guy take a leak in peace?" Rooster huffed. His voice sounded... off. But not to a point Maverick would be usually concerned that he'd done something he wasn't supposed to.

"You okay?"

"Maverick."

"Okay, gotcha. Come and see me when you're... done."

Maverick stepped back out of the room and rested against the wall by the door, thinking of the best way to approach this. Bradley was stubborn, and while most people remembered Goose for his kindness and brilliant sense of humour Pete knew exactly where Bradley's stubbornness had come from. Carole was fun and headstrong too.

When Rooster reappeared from the bathroom he had the arms of his flightsuit wrapped around his waist and a sick flush to his cheeks. Maverick frowned and stepped forward to feel for a fever but Bradley pulled away abruptly, eyes wide.

"What the hell, Mav? What are you doing?"

"Well, you're grounded, to start. Something's wrong and I can't have you getting worse up there. Whatever's going on will only get worse in the air."

Maverick frowned.

"What is wrong, exactly?"

"I'm fine."

"Yeah? Sure, okay."

Bradley's shoulders relaxed so Maverick jabbed two fingers under his eyes, right on his sinuses. Rooster yelled, swearing under his breath.

"Jesus, Mav! What the hell?!"

"Having a cold doesn't make you weak," Maverick huffed. Rooster smacked his hand away again, beelining for the exit.

"If you're benching me I'm going to Cyclone."

"Good luck!" Maverick yelled after him. The door slammed behind Rooster and Maverick swore under his breath, arms crossed across his chest.

"I hear clicker training is effective for stubborn sons," Kangaroo suggested.

"It works for Lieutenants who don't listen too," Maverick deadpanned.

"Bradley-"

"-no, Maverick, fuck off. I'm fine."

"Watch your language."

Rooster narrowly dodged Maverick's hand that went to touch his arm and Maverick got the idea, clearing his throat.

"Let me take care of you, Roo. Why are you so stubborn?"

"It's a cold, I don't need taking care of!" Rooster yelled. Maverick finally caught him, wrapping an arm around Bradley's waist.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, there you go. It's a cold, you're right, but if we don't nip it in the bud you'll only get worse. Have you taken anything, been drinking water?"

"No," Rooster admitted, even though he was still struggling against his father figure.

"I know you had to fend for yourself, y'know. After. But I'm here now."

Bradley's shoulders fell and he buried his head into Maverick's shoulder.

"My sinuses feel like they could explode."

"I know kid."

"And I have a headache like a motherfucker."

"Yeah, Roo."

"God, and there is snot everywhere-"

"-ah, yeah, including my shirt. Thanks, kid."

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #Sickfic #hurt/comfort

[sveryfarfrmfine]

There might be a lot of cussing here so... consider this your warning

It's been over a month and I'm no longer sad but I'm incredibly angry. I'm so fucking pissed off. I want him to feel the pain I feel. I want him to cry himself to sleep every night. I want him to lose his fucking appetite. I want him to tear himself apart as he tries to figure out what the fuck is wrong with him. I want him to hate himself and feel absolutely disgusting and dirty when he looks in the mirror. I want him to feel the pain and hatred I feel. I want him to hurt the way I'm hurting. I want him to realize that he broke me. He fucking broke me. I wanted to die because of how bad he hurt me. I wanted to kill myself because I felt so unworthy of love. I thought I was only good for one thing. I'm actually crying as I write this but not because I'm sad. Because I'm so fucking mad. I hate him!!! I've never hated anyone the way I hate him now. Both of them...I hope karma comes to fuck them up. Something, anything!!! I gave him all I had left. I was in an abusive relationship before him and I was so cautious and careful and still ended up getting broken in the end. And to be lied to during all of this? I wish I could hurt him and his new partner. I wish I could inflict some sort of physical pain on them and leave them with a scar so they can see it and be reminded of me. I've never felt this angry before. I've never felt so much negativity towards someone in my life. It's so fucking exhausting and I really don't like it. I hate this shit!! I wish I wasn't affected by this so much...by a fucking guy!! I thought he was different, I really did. He seemed so perfectly imperfect. We planned a future together and he threw it all away for some goddamn homewrecking bitch!! God I fucking hate them...I hate them I hate them I hate them!!!! I'm usually the bigger person in these situations and try my best to forgive so I can move on but it's so hard. I thought I forgave him. I told him I did but I don't think I did. I don't think what he did can be forgiven, not now anyway. I feel so bad for even thinking these thoughts about someone I used to be so in love with...he's someone's son...someone's brother. I know he's only human...but he really fucking hurt me to the point where I wished he'd just drop dead. Both him and his new partner. And that's not like me at all. I don't know why I'm feeling so strongly about this and why it's so negative but I really don't like it. It's scary and I honestly don't know who I'm becoming. I want him to be happy and I want him to be successful...but I also want him to suffer for what he put me through. I questioned my worth because of him. I questioned my fucking worth...I was so broken that I hurt myself. I know he didn't tell me to do that so it's not entirely his fault, but he contributed to it. Had I been successful in trying to end my life, it would've been because of him. I'm not very religious but I'm sure God is looking down at me right now and wondering where it all went wrong for me...wondering what happened to the bubbly little girl who wanted everyone to be happy and feel loved. I wonder if he's given up on me because of the way I'm feeling towards my ex...I wouldn't blame him if he did

[tastyykpop]

ᴍʀ. ɴᴀᴋᴀᴍᴏᴛᴏ!!

Pairings: yuta x reader

Genre: suggestive

Warnings: dilf!yuta, shy!reader, hair grabbing, shibari, he do be cheating on his wife doe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Mr. Nakamoto was a scary man. Actually no, to you he was a scary man. With a stone cold face and a tsundere like personality, why wouldn't you be scared? You're just a small girl anyway, shy and literally can't order her own food from McDonald's, of course he scares you! But, you almost always spent your days at his house. Whether it be with him or his son. And no matter what Mr. Nakamoto did, he scared the living shit out of you. He shouldn't because you've known him for so long, but he did.

There were multiple times where you would go to his kitchen, after sitting in his son's room for so long, and grab a quick drink of water while Mr. Nakamoto was there. He wouldn't be paying attention to you until he accidentally bumped into you, apologizing then smirking at your hesitant 'its okay' while not looking him in the eyes.

Every time he found it the most adorable thing ever. If no one was around, like his wife or son, he'd pinch your cheeks and coo at your bright red face, but if someone was around, he'd do what he did before and smirk whilst walking away from you.

But thats not really whats scary, actually it was something different.

One night, his son and wife were out of town for a week so he invited you over. Its nothing strange, you came over all the time even when his son wasn't home, but it was somewhat different this time however.

Mr. Nakamoto was drained and pissed from work after having a very bitchy and annoying intern. Next he and his wife got into a heated argument over their marriage being unstable and not the same like how it used to be. Words were thrown by the both of them, but Mr. Nakamoto was the most heated and ended the call by hanging up and throwing his phone, not letting the woman on the other line finish as he spewed countless of comments in anger at no one in particular.

Then there was you.

The entire day you weren't like your usual self. You weren't as shy and started making snarky comments after your parents yelled at you for failing a test. Cross that out. You didn't fail, they just didnt like seeing a B- as a grade. In their eyes that was a fail, but you tried your hardest on that test and all you got was them yelling and saying you slacked off.

So a combination like yours and Mr. Nakamotos was sure not going to end well.

"Come here," Mr. Nakamoto patted the couch, face still red from his mini temper tantrum, "I wanna fuck you."

Your eye twitched. It wasn't normal for you to get angry at him like this, but today had to be the day you did. Maybe it was the way he was so straight forward that sent you into another wave of anger, you didn't know. What you did know is that you wanted to bitch slap him into next year, "How about you go fuck yourself instead."

It all happened so quick. Mr. Nakamoto stood up and marched his way over towards you, towering over your small form as he glared down at you, "Thats not something my little girl would say." He raised a brow, "Where's my shy little girl?"

"Can you just fuck off for one god damn second, yuta. I'm not in the mood." You spat, venom fully laced in your voice as you said his name. He hated it. Never had he ever allowed you to say his first name. Hed prefer one of two things; sir or Mr. Nakamoto. And upon hearing his name, he realized you didn't catch on soon enough to take it back like you normally would. You would even sputter many apologies following the mistake too as he would chuckle and remind you to never call him that again. But now- now you weren't yourself, he didn't know who the hell you were. Mr. Nakamoto wanted his shy baby back.

"I'll give you five seconds to think about what you said and apologize for two things."

You scoffed, "Apologize?"

"Five."

"If you think ill apologize for calling you by your first name and what I said before,"

"Four."

"You're wrong."

"Three."

"And you are so,"

"Two."

"Fucking annoying. Sometimes I just wish you'd stop treating me like a shy little girl all the time."

"One."

You fucked up.

"Great, to the room you go."

"Wait-"

It was far too late for you, Mr. Nakamoto grabbed you by the hair, ignoring your please as you slapped his hand repeatedly. He pulled you down the hall and into a room where not even his wife or son stepped in since it was always locked and the key was always stored away with Mr. Nakamoto.

He threw you onto the bed, letting your body flop before you regained yourself and stared up at him with big apologetic eyes.

The older man grabbed a few things from a box that was under the bed, you couldn't get a good look at it, but you figured it was nothing good, "Since you don't want to be treated like my shy little girl," he flipped you, tearing off every last piece of clothing you had as he straddled your lower half, tying you in shibari, "Ill just treat you like my fucking slave instead."

"Mr. Nakamoto!! Please no..."

"If you want me to stop, say our safe word now because I'm not stopping after this." He waited for a few seconds, but you never spoke.

If you had known his torture wasn't just going to be tying you in a knot, then you would have said it, but you didn't. You endured everything. All the edging and orgasm denials. All the choking and gagging. All the bruises on your skin. All the hand prints on your face and ass. All the hair pulling and face fucking. Hes literally spat in your face and in your mouth. Made you lick his shoe. Shoved his fingers down your throat just to make you gag. Watched you cry after everything. No it was not fun. None of this was. After everything you had been through, you knew not to let your anger out on Mr. Nakamoto again.

#nct #nct smut #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2020 #wayv #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 yuta #nakamoto yuta smut #yuta smut #yuta nct #yuta nct smut

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Forging a Heart (Ivar the Boneless) 3- The sons of Ragnar

Pairings: Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

Word Count: 2220

Warnings: None so far!

2- Taken

...

The notorious Kattegat that Helga spoke so fondly of was in turmoil. Their queen was over thrown and killed, her murderer proclaiming that she was their rightful queen. These people were so hotheaded, that even their women fought each other for power.

The captives on the commanding ship were rounded up by Hvitserk, locking them in with the other captives in what seemed like a farm house. Some of the other captured women began to cry in fear, dry kohl streaking their faces. Artemis was tired of crying, but her eyes burned with the need to release tears.

Her watery eyes stared defiantly at Hvitserk, who only returned her glare with a smile, baring all teeth like a wolf on the hunt. To him, she appeared as a mouse caught in a trap.

"Oh little fighter," He begins, "We admire such will, but not in a slave," His smile didn't falter. He turned his back on all of them, locking them into their makeshift prison.

...

"It has come to our attention that Helga has taken a liking to you,"

Bjorn had a voice that could only be described as infuriating, the tones sounding almost childlike despite his large outward appearance. He pulled her roughly towards a moderately sized cabin, far better in construction than the others.

She stumbled along with his quick pace, blinking the sleep from her eyes. It was a quiet morning, and it was her first time scanning the town since their arrival. The people stared at her before going about their business. She began to wonder how long they were kept locked away in the farm house.

"If it were up to me you would have been the perfect gift for her. She has been a friend of the family for many years," He continued nonchalantly, as if they were only discussing the weather and not her enslavement, "But there are other plans for you."

Bjorn stops suddenly, turning round to face her. She gulps, watching how his eyes scan over her like a fine mare for sale.

"I wonder if mother is right?" Artemis cocks her head at his words, not fully understanding. Bjorn just shrugs, grabbing her by the cloak and pulling her along again.

"You will be given to my youngest brother as a gift."

Her eyes widened, drowsiness disappearing completely from her body as she fought against Bjorn's grip, tangling herself in the cloak. She screeches, digging her bare feet into the earth to halt the tall man's movements, but it was no use. She tripped over her dirty feet, almost meeting with the muddy ground before Bjorn grabbed her cloak by the neck, steadying her.

"Try not to make a bad impression, Ivar can be quite fickle." Bjorn chuckles, pushing open the wooden door of the cabin and pushing her inside. She stumbled on her weak legs, turning to look back at Bjorn. He was amused.

"Bjorn, for me? You shouldn't have!" Hvitserk cheers, jumping up from a stool beside the door. His long hair was now much neater, braided away from his face and exposing his features clearer then before. He was smiling like a fool, and Artemis didn't like it.

"How's the little fighter doing?" Hvitserk pulls her closer, holding her in place by the shoulders when she threatened to fall over.

"Brothers! Come take a look!"

Looking past him, she noticed how richly lit the area was, with furs covering every inch of the walls. A small fire was blazing in the middle, the sudden heat causing her to shiver. The smell of roasted meat wafted to her nostrils, and she only realized then how starved she was.

Two men appear from a chamber deeper inside the cabin. They were of similar build and height, with the same blonde tresses atop their head.

"This is the Mediterranean girl found in the monestary," Hvitserk pushed her towards them, making her an uncomfortable object of attention. She stood there awkwardly, not wanting to look them in the eyes.

"She was a woman among the priests," Hvitserk continues, "I'm sure they have used her in the most holy ways," The brothers laughed as he did a mock cross over his front, placing his hands together in false prayer with a smirk.

"I think we shall have fun with her,"

Artemis gritted her teeth harshly, thinking they would surely shatter. She didn't fully understand all the words that they spoke, some terms escaped her, but she knew enough to know what they were getting at.

"She is to be given to Ivar," Bjorn calls from behind, as if reminding them of his presence.

There was a collective groan, before one of them barks for the others to shut up. Artemis whips her head in the direction of the voice. It was another male, sat at a table in the far side of the cabin. She hadn't noticed him at all.

There was a strange expression on his face, and she didn't understand that such an expression was betraying how hard he fought his demons. His eyes bore into hers as he sets his lips into a tight line. There was something in those unusual eyes that she couldn't make out, a malicious glint that drowned in the blue of his iris's.

"She is to be gifted to Ivar?" Hvitserk moaned in disappointment, "I almost drown bringing her back and she is to be given to him? I was just beginning to like her."

"Shut up, Hvitserk," Ivar growls, immediately flinging an empty cup at him, hitting Hvitserk spot on before it shatters to the ground in large pieces. Artemis flinches at the sudden movement, stepping away in response.

"So this is Lagertha's plan, hmm?" One of the brothers says, crossing his arms like a child, "To subdue the craziest of Ragnar’s sons?"

"Careful, Sigurd." Bjorn warns. Another name, this one was Sigurd. His blonde hair was braided as well, but it did nothing to accentuate his features, only his eyes were prominent, almost as blue as Ivar's.

Ignoring the shattered pieces on the floor, he goes to circle her form, eyeing her as Bjorn had done. She was rather small, unlike the tall women of Kattegat, and her dress was nothing he had seen before. Her long hair was dark, and her skin was kissed by the sun. But it was her eyes that were the most captivating to him. They were paler than anything he'd seen before.

"Stop eyeing her that way, she's not yours," Grunts the last of them with a sigh. He already seemed tired of such trivial talk. He resembled Bjorn greatly, with the same blue eyes and long blonde hair braided back in a rope like fashion. Actually, they all seem to have the same blue intensity in their eyes. Artemis wondered just how many brothers there were.

"Easy for you to say, Ubbe, you have Margarthe," Sigurd mutters, sparing Artemis one last glance before kicking the shattered pieces of the cup towards the brother that threw it.

"Clean up your mess."

Ivar, already bubbling up with his retaliation was stopped by Ubbe, who began to pick up the pieces himself with another sigh.

"We've brought in new captives. You want one? Go buy one," Bjorn grunts, "This was Lagertha's decision to give Ivar the foreign girl," Bjorn crossed his arms, looking sternly at his younger brothers, and that ended that conversation. Sigurd shrugs, but not before turning to glare at Ivar, who returned it with triple the intensity. There was hatred behind their gazes that could not be ignored.

"No doubt to distract me," Ivar finally says, pushing his plate away, "Does she think gifting me a slave would shy my mind away from her transgressions? She killed our mother," Ivar suddenly hops off the chair and onto the floor with a practiced ease.

Artemis was stunned, watching as he maneuvered his lifeless legs like a snake in the grass. She could've cried out in disbelief, wondering if this was some sort of act.

Ivar drags his body towards her, his short brown hair falling into his eyes with each movement he made. He stopped directly in front of her dirt covered feet, reaching out to touch the blue hem of her once white dress, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"She stinks of sea water and piss," He spat, looking up to glare at the girl. He finds her looking down at him with an equally intense glare. She skims her eyes over his dirty clothes and filthy hands. He dare to judge her appearance when he crawled about like a hog in the mud?

Ivar snorts, dropping his hand from her dress and twisting his neck to look back at Bjorn.

"What use will she be to me? She's not even pretty," He tells him, turning to glare at Hvitserk when he scoffs with a shake of his head.

"Liar," Hvitserk says, going over to sit beside Ubbe now that the hunger was getting the best of him. Artemis watches him rip the meat off a bone with envious eyes.

"Why would I lie?" Ivar retaliates, turning his eyes back to the captive for more scrutiny.

And...perhaps there was some truth in Hvitserks accusation.

Ivar preferred the pale skin and hair of northern women, though he supposed this girl was pretty in her own way, even with the dirt that covered her cheeks and the hay that decorated her hair.

"Let me take her off your hands then, if she truly disgusts you," Hvitserk was quick to say, wagging his brows in a suggestive way.

"How unlucky of me, that the gods have cursed me with such simple minded brothers," Bjorn suddenly growls out, "Right now the task at hand is to avenge our father in Wessex. We begin preparations tomorrow. As for you Ivar, enjoy your new thrall in whatever way you wish. You shall see to your petty revenge once our business in England is over,"

With that, Bjorn left, leaving the girl trapped under the stare of curious eyes.

...

"I was in your position once," The blonde girl tells her, "Though I feel far more fortunate than you. I would rather kill myself than serve Ivar."

Artemis says nothing, trying instead to cover her naked body away from the girl, though she failed miserably. A couple of young men passing by whooped, their eyes traveling over her form like scavengers. Her body was out in the open and she felt completely ashamed.

They were in the woods, just behind the cabin, bathing herself as best she could with a simple bucket of water. She was covered in weeks worth of filth. Her hair suffered the worst of it, the strands knotted every which way.

"Now is not the time for modesty," The blonde girl continues, with an annoyed sigh, "It is beyond me why Ubbe asked me to watch you." Artemis searches her mind, trying to match the name to the face.

"We don't have all day," The girl mutters with a click of her tongue. She motions with her hands for her to hurry her bathing.

From what Artemis understood, the blonde girl was a former slave, now married to one of the brothers. Besides Helga, this girl was gentle as well, though she was clearly running out of patience. After another moment of watching Artemis bathe, she speaks again.

"My name is Margrethe. Do you understand me?" Artemis nods slowly, keeping her eyes low.

"Good," Margrethe replies, "All you really need is to understand. Speaking would do you no favors." She then tosses the foreign girl a sheet made of a rough material.

"Get dry," The blonde then looks at the crumpled heap of fabric that was once Artemis's dress, "And we must rid you of that dress. It pleases no one to see such a thing." She hands her a another lump of fabric. It was a muddy color, and just like the drying sheet, it was rough to the touch.

"This will be the only thing you wear from now on. Dress yourself." Artemis tosses the drying sheet on the ground, stepping over it to wipe the dirt from her feet before unraveling the dress.

It was ugly.

The fabric felt itchy in her hands, but it was surprisingly warm. She supposed it best to see the good in every dreary situation.

"What's your name?" Margrethe asks, turning her round to help with the back lacing of the dress.

"Artemis." The blonde hums, twirling her back round before handing her a bone comb.

"Your hair needs it. It was a wedding gift, don't break it." Artemis stares at the intricately designed comb before struggling to pass the teeth through her hair.

"I'll give you a bit of a warning," Margrethe begins, "Now that you are Ivar's slave,"

Slave.

A word Artemis would not get use to.

"Do not underestimate him as I once did," She blinked in confusion. Sure, Ivar seemed a bit...off, but what harm could he do crawling about the way he did? Margrethe reads her expression immediately.

"I have been at his mercy before," She explains, "He may look harmless and weak, but he is the most feared and the most dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Artemis repeats.

"Very," The blonde confirms, "And whatever rumors you hear, don't disregard them."

...

@heavenly1927

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[the-fangirl-way]

5: Stitches

It had been about a week since Tristan had decided to stay with Devlin and I. He hadn't been much trouble, he helped cook and clean, he did laundry, it was actually sort of..nice.

But even through all of it, by the following Sunday when he was due to go back to work, meaning he'd have to go back home; I was secretly glad and tremendously relieved that there had been no sign of Harry since the night at the skating rink.

I was helping Tristan load his car, he had a few overnight bags and some odd and end things, mostly I was just out there to see him off.

The temperature outside had dropped brutally, it was down to sixteen degrees outside, the weather channel had been calling for snow any day now and I had stocked up on the essentials for a snow day.

I had been back to work Monday morning, reporting to Callahan about Harry's bail out, he was disappointed to say the least, having to call the DA and tell them that the trial was off until further notice, he had hight hopes that Harry would screw up again and land himself back behind bars; I wasn't so sure that he wasn't right.

Tristan shut the hatch on his vehicle and turned to me, flashing me a grin that I couldn't help but return. "It's too bad really, I enjoyed living with you for the past week." He said pulling me into him, kissing me on the forehead, I wrapped my arms around him, leaning into his body to get warmth, I was freezing.

"I know, I'll miss having someone to sleep next to at night." I teased and he nodded in agreeance.

"It's a lot nicer than cuddling a pillow I will agree." He said chuckling and I giggled and then sighed.

"Well, I guess I should get going, I have to unpack and do some laundry at my own house." He said rolling his eyes and I laughed.

"How about lunch tomorrow?" He offered then and I agreed.

"Let me know when you get home." I said and kissed him goodbye before he got in the car, I waved as he drove off.

I headed inside and Devlin was sitting on the couch messing around on her phone.

"Damn this game!" She said exasperated and I laughed.

"What are you playing?"

"Some bejewled game, I got bored, Tristan gone?" She asked turning her attention to me and I nodded plopping down on the couch beside her.

"Will you miss him?"

"Yeah, I will, but I'm glad to have our apartment back to us, having to share my bathroom was torture." I joked and she rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Better hope it doesn't get too serious or you'll be permenantly sharing a bathroom."

"It's not that serious yet." I said smirking and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah yeah I know, you just now got to the sex part of your relationship, by this time five years from now you'll be engaged."

I smacked her on the arm and she laughed harder.

"I like Tristan though." She said seriously and I smiled.

"He's a good guy."

"He's good for you. He's just what you need." She said matteroffactly.

"Oh yeah? And how's that?"

"Well, he's smart, he's nice, he's attractive, and he's crazy about you."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I averted my eyes to the floor.

"Plus, he must be good in the sack as many times as I've heard you two this week."

I blushed even harder and she laughed harder. Just then we heard a knock at the door.

"I bet that's Tristan, he probably forgot something." I said getting up and heading towards the door.

I opened the door and on the other side, clutching his side, his white tee shirt torn and blood seeping through his fingertips stood Harry.

His eyes were wild and frantic, his hair was tousled and I didn't notice right away but he had a bruise forming on his cheek and his lip was swollen.

"Harry!? What the hell-"

"I've been stabbed." He said, his voice a lot calmer than his expression.

"Oh my God, we've got to take you to a hospital!" I said frantically and he shook his head.

"No, I'll be fine."

"Fine!? You've been stabbed!"

Devlin by this point had emerged from the living room, her eyes were wide and she was staring open mouthed at Harry.

"Why the hell is he here?!" She asked and I looked over at her.

"He's been stabbed!"

Her face changed from annoyed to serious.

"We have to take him to a hospital-"

"I already tried he said he didn't want to go." I said and she threw her arms up in the air.

"Tough shit! You've been stabbed, you have to go to the hospital it'll probably need stitches."

"I don't need to go to a hospital, do you have thread and a needle? Some rubbing alcohol would be good too and maybe some towels." He said, his voice gravely.

I turned to Devlin, she started to argue but decided against it when Harry coughed and more blood splurted through his fingers.

She disappeared into the kitchen and I helped Harry on to the couch.

"How the hell did this happen?" I asked and he started to speak but Devlin was back with the supplies he'd requested, handing him the alcohol first.

He lifted his shirt and I sucked in a breath, I had never been particularly queasy around blood but the wound itsself looked really bad.

It was about six inches across and was pouring blood like a spicket.

Harry carefully poured the alcohol on to the wound, sucking in a breath as he did so, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Son of a bitch that hurts!" He said through gritted teeth.

He applied pressure to the wound and then held his hand out for the needle and thread.

"You've got to stop the bleeding first." Devlin said looking at the already soaking towel.

"Do you have any cotton balls?" He asked and Devlin was on her feet again in a flash returning with a bag of large cotton balls.

He removed the towel and carefully placed five cotton balls inside the wound, the bleeding slowed down a little.

"Okay, let it slow the bleeding down and then remove them and stitch-"

"I know what to do." Harry grumbled and Devlin rolled her eyes looking offended.

"Sorry, I was just trying to help."

Harry shot her a look but leaned his head back against the couch arm.

"Harry what happened?" I asked, his eyes were closed and for a split second I thought he'd fallen asleep due to the pause between my question and his answer.

"Some guys down at the pub jumped me."

"What do you mean they jumped you? How many were there? Two? Three?"

"Six." He said and I gasped, six men?

"You're lucky you're alive." I said and he opened his eyes to look at me, the all too familiar Harry smirk poking out on his lips.

"You should have seen them."

I gulped, the feeling was back in my stomach, the feeling that Harry was dangerous and I should stay far far away.

"Why did they jump you?" Devlin asked with a knowing tone, Harry looked at he for a minute before looking at me.

"You didn't tell her did you.."

"I did, but Harry she's my best friend and she won't tell anyone, will you Dev?" I asked and Devlin shook her head.

"No, I won't." She promised, her eyes sincere.

Harry relaxed a little, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

"Langston was involved, he wasn't actually there but they were friends of his." He said and instantly I knew that the gut suspicion that this involved Langston was confirmed.

"Harry you have to go to the police." I said and he shook his head.

"No, they'll probably find some way to turn this around and make it my fault because they're still pissed that I got bailed out." He said wincing as he began pulling the soaked cotton balls out of the wound, the bleeding had slowed down by this point.

Carefully he threaded the needle and penetrated his skin and I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Harry stitch himself up but yet here he was doing just that.

I noticed then all the bruises on his body, he had really took a beaten. I noticed all the tatoos too, they covered his torso like inky artwork, there was a butterfly and swallows, some weed looking things, several other tattoos laced up his arms and his hands.

He caught me staring and he cleared his throat making me jump and look away.

"They all mean something." He said and I looked at him quizically.

"The tattoos I mean, they all have some sort of meaning."

I nodded and Devlin cleared her throat beside me, I looked at her and she was staring back at me with an odd look on her face.

"There. Finished." Harry said tying a knot in the end of the stitch and cutting the access off.

"Right, well, okay then." I said and he sat up carefully, the skin restricting but the stitch holding nicely.

"Can I just ask where the hell you learned to do sutures?" Devlin asked finally and Harry smirked.

"It's among my many talents."

She rolled her eyes but then stood up, looking at me.

"Avery, will you come with me to the kitchen?"

I shot a look at Harry but he shrugged and stood up himself.

"I'm going to go wash my hands."

Miraculously there was no blood on the carpet or the couch, considering.

I followed Devlin into the kitchen and she started pacing, something she rarely did except when she was really upset.

"Harry Styles is in our home, he just stitched himself up, and now he's in our bathroom freshening up." She said and I nodded.

"Yes, and.."

"AND!?" She said raising her voice and I flinched.

"Avery he's a criminal! For God's sake he got stabbed doing God knows what and he shows up here for help!"

"I know, I know, but I couldn't just turn him away." I said defensively and she sighed rubbing her face.

"I know that, I wouldn't have expected you to.. but he can't stay here." She said and I nodded in complete agreeance with her.

"Tristan would have a freaking cow if he knew Harry was here." She said and as if on cue I heard the door buzzer go off and I froze.

"Oh this can not be happening." Devlin said exchanging a panicked glance with me.

I walked over to the buzzer.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, I think I left my phone charger there, can I come up?"

I looked at Devlin who was as pale as a ghost.

"What do I do!?"

"I don't know!? Why are you asking me!? He's your boyfriend!"

I inhaled and pushed the button.

"Sure, come on up."

Devlin ran over to me grabbing me by the shoulders.

"What in the hell are we going to do!?"

"I don't know, this can't be happening oh God I think I'm going to be sick." I said feeling vomit rise into my windpipe.

"Okay, okay, I'll keep Harry distracted, you get Tristan's charger and give it to him and make him leave!" Devlin said sprinting off to the bathroom and I nodded, get the charger, get Tristan to leave, got it.

I heard a knock at the door and I sucked in a breath, be cool, I had to be cool.

I opened the door, Tristan smiled a dimpled smile at me.

"Hey there you." He said and I forced the best smile I could back.

"Hey, come on in, I'll get your charger." I said bounding up the stairs.

When I got to the top I found Harry and Devlin standing outside of the bathroom.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry asked and I held my finger up to my lips.

"Shhh, Tristan's here."

His expression changed to aggravated in a split second.

"Oh for the love of fuck, I'm so sick of hiding from your police officer boyfriend I'm going downstairs." He said heading for the stairs and I grabbed his arm.

"Harry no please." I begged and he looked down at my hand and then at Devlin and me.

"Fine, five fucking minutes and then I'm gone whether or not Officer Shit Head is or not." He threatened and I nodded bounding past him into my room where I ripped the phone charger from the wall and raced back out the door, down the hallway past the two and back down the stairs where Tristan had taken a seat on the couch.

"Here's your charger." I said handing it to him and he stood up taking it.

"Thanks. Hey have you had dinner?" He asked pulling me into him and I put my hands infront of me pushing back.

"Actually, Devlin and I were just going to order some takeout and call it a night, I've got work in the morning." I said and he nodded, I thanked the lucky stars he didn't look upset.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asked and I all but pushed him to the door.

"Tomorrow." I agreed and he pulled me into him giving me a sweet kiss that lingered longer than I expected it to and then he smirked.

"See you baby."

I watched him head down the hallway and board the elevator before I shut the door quickly, exhaling a breath that I had been holding in for the longest time.

"He's gone!" I shouted up the stairs and down came Harry with Devlin on his heels.

"You're quite the host." He said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

"This is the second time I've had to all but push him out the door because you were here!" I said and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh come off it."

"No Harry, you can't be here, you've got to leave and quit coming here, I mean it. I can't have you showing up here eventually someone's going to get hurt."

"If your fucking prick head boyfriend lays a finger on me I'll end him." Harry warned and I inhaled slowly trying to keep my cool.

"That's what I'm trying to avoid, now, leave."

Harry started to argue but was cut off by a coughing fit, he winced and placed a hand on his now bandaged up wound.

"Shit that hurts." He grumbled.

"You've probably broken a rib with all that bruising." Devlin observed and Harry shrugged.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

I wanted to question how many times he'd gotten into a fight before but I decided against it.

"Look," Harry said running a hand through his hair, "the reason I came here tonight wasn't just to piss you off or to get you to help me. I came here because I need a place to stay, I was staying with a friend but that didn't work out and I've got nowhere else to go as of right now." He said his eyes looking everywhere but my face, I could see how wounded his pride was by asking.

Devlin shot me a look and then Harry.

"Kitchen." She said and I trailed behind her leaving Harry in the living room.

"He's got to be fucking crazy if he thinks he can stay here!" Devlin said and I nodded.

"I know, I know.. it's just.." I started and she narrowed her eyes.

"Oh no, you're not actually thinking about letting him stay here are you!? Avery he's a criminal! He got fucking stabbed! He's nothing but trouble and eventually his trouble will catch up with him and he'll be here!"

I knew she was right, I knew that Harry was bad, he was a force to be reckoned with. Yet something inside nagged at me to let him stay just for one night, he had just gotten out of prison and the chances of finding somewhere to go right off the bat were slim.

I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose and screwing my eyes shut.

"Just for one night. After that he leaves." I said and Devlin's eyes bulged out of her head.

"You're kidding right?"

"Come on Dev, the guys been stabbed for Christ's sake. He's got nowhere to go."

"And that's his own fault." She said crossing her arms and I sighed.

"I know, and I know it's a horrible idea but I can't help but feel like we have to."

"We ain't gotta do nothing." She said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be like that.."

"No seriously Avery, I'm not taking any part in this."

"Dev.." I said putting on my best pouty face and she shook her head.

"Oh no, that shit doesn't work on me and you know it."

"I know, but it was worth a shot. Just for tonight. Tomorrow he leaves and doesn't come back, if he does, I'll call the police myself." I promised and Devlin looked at me with uncertainty for a moment before sighing.

"Fine, one night. But I swear to you Avery if shit hits the fan I willl not take the blame."

"Agreed." I said and she rolled her eyes and sighed again.

"Come on, let's go tell the inmate he can stay."

Harry didn't argue when we told him that he had one night and then he had to be gone, if anything he looked a little relieved that we didn't give him the boot; although I'm sure he'd never admit that.

Devlin went to bed not long after, saying an awkward goodnight to Harry and shooting me a warning glare.

I stayed up a little longer to make myself a sandwhich and make sure Harry was comfortable before going to bed.

I took a seat beside him on the couch, allowing enough space between the two of us and began watching tv munching on my sandwhich, he hadn't said much since we told him he could stay and the quiet was unnerving.

Finally he spoke and I jumped a little at his voice.

"Sorry." He mumbled and I shrugged.

"You just haven't spoken in a while."

"Right."

I turned my attention away from the tv and looked at him, he was now shirtless and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes above his shoulders, his body although battered and bruised was undoubtibly one of the best looking I'd seen in a long time. It was firm, you could tell he worked out a good bit by his physique which was nicer than Tristan's, the thought alone made me feel guilty.

But it was more than the etching of his skin, it was the black ink swirls that splotched his torso, arms, hands and even ankles I noticed when he brought his legs up to him on the couch, he was a giant canvas covered in intricate artwork.

"I wasn't looking for a fight." He said snapping me out of my thoughts and I cocked my head.

Harry shifted, wincing a little when the stitches pulled and rested in a comfortable position for himself before speaking again.

"I was going to see a friend, I hadn't seen him since I got arrested, but as it turns out he was killed a couple months ago." He said, I could hear the sorrow in his tone.

"Douglas." I said and his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?"

"I had to invistigate his father, Mr. Tracey, it was his gun you had that night after all."

Harry nodded, and for the first time I could see him zoning out, no doubt going back to that night.

"Doug had given me the gun, I told him I needed one, he didn't ask questions or try to talk me out of it.. he was always a good friend, hell maybe my best friend." He said and I swore I could see tears forming in the ducts of his eyes but he blinked them away quickly.

"I never wanted to get Mr. Tracey in trouble, he's not in trouble is he?" He asked eyes wide and I shook my head.

"No, he's not. He said he figured that was what happened and told me he didn't want the gun back."

Harry nodded and ran a hand over his face.

"Mr. Tracey had always been like a father to me, even when my own father wasn't. After I found out about Doug, I went to Brigg's Bar, the one right off the point."

I nodded, I had seen Brigg's Bar but I'd never been inside of it, it was more a roughend type place, a place not for someone like myself.

"I got a few drinks and caught up with a bunch of old friends, well, more like acquaintances that I knew. I guess I drank too much, I've always been a mean drunk." He said scratching the back of his neck.

"I was on my way out and two guys I'd never seen before came up to me asking all these questions about Wesley, and Gemma.." He stopped talking, recollecting the thoughts, the words said to him about his sister that I was sure weren't pretty.

"I just, lashed out. At first there were two and then four and by the time it was said and done there were six of them all together, I didn't even realize I'd been stabbed until I walked away. I didn't kill any of them, incase you're wondering." He said looking at me and the tightness in my stomach let up a little.

"But I did fuck them up pretty good. Anyway, I knew I would need stitches but I didn't want to go to the hospital because they'd of called the police and I'd probably get arrested again for fighting, so I came here."

He finished his spew and we sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Harry I'm sorry this happened to you, to your sister, to your family." I said and he shrugged.

He got quiet and I thought maybe he was getting tired so I went to get up but he spoke again.

"About the tattoos.."

I turned and looked at him, he was leaned back against the arm of the couch.

"I take back what I said, they don't all have a meaning, but some do."

"Oh yeah?" I said cocking an eyebrow.

"Which ones?"

He went on to explain all about his tattoos, what they meant.

"And this one, this one is special." He said pointing to the butterfly on his stomach.

"And why's that?" I asked and a smile played on his lips.

"I like butterflies."

I laughed.

"You'd be surprised, it's location really."

"I know, I've got two." I said and he lifted an eyebrow and his signature smirk appeared.

"Really? Where?"

"Well I've got this one." I said holding up my foot to show him the small anchor tattoo on my foot.

"Okay, explain." He said and I giggled.

"Devlin and I got matching tattoos in college." I said and he nodded.

"Simple enough."

"And then I've got this one." I said moving my hair out of the way and struggling to move my shirt out of the way so I could show him the tattoo on my left shoulder blade.

My breath hitched a little when I felt his hand replace mine in holding my shirt down so he could see.

"What is it?" He asked, his breath tickling the nape of my neck he was so close.

"It's uh.. it's a deer." I said, finding it harder to concentrate with him breathing down my neck, literally.

"A deer?" He asked, his voice husky, huskier than it usually was.

"Yes.. I- I'm a bit of a Harry Potter nerd, it's my patronous." I said knowing how lame it sounded but he didn't mock or make fun, he didn't say anything for a few seconds, we sat in silence my shoulder still bared, holding my hair I could feel his hand still on my back.

"I like it." He said finally, his breath tickling my neck and ear sending shivers down my spine.

This is dangerous, abort mission now. I warned myself but I continued to sit there, frozen in place.

"You've got goregous skin." He said and I felt his finger tips tracing the tatoo, my heart began beating wildly in my chest, my breath becoming more erratic. I couldn't breathe.

I turned my head just a tiny bit and he was right there his face inches from mine, eyes staring into my soul.

His breath tickled my nostrils, it smelled of alcohol and faintly of mint.

"Harry.." I said slowly and his hand snaked around under my chin bringing my face closer to his, any second and our lips would connect, that's when it hit me.

I jerked back looking at him wildly, my chest heaving up and down, his expression never faltered.

"I- I have to go bed." I said scrambling to my feet.

I saw a small smirk play on his lips but he detained it.

"Goodnight Avery." He said as I walked past him towards the stairs.

"Goodnight Harry." I responded scurrying up to my room where I closed the door and flung myself on the bed.

I almost kissed him. And I wasn't going to stop myself either.

I kicked myself in the ass mentally and settled between the sheets, he was messing with my mind and I was so incredibly thankful he'd be leaving tomorrow.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against my pillow, his smell still clouding my senses.

I couldn't ignore the warmth that had spread throughout my entire body but I sure as hell wasn't going to act on it.

Or so I hoped. 

A/N: so if you've gone over to Wattpad and read this story on there you have probably noticed there are some things that are different that I deleted/added in on here because the story was written a few years ago and I am changing it as I go along if I feel like it needs to be changed. Eventually I will change it up on Wattpad as well, but for now these are gonna be the revised chapters. I hope you've enjoyed reading them as much as I've enjoyed writing them. Love to you all!

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[iamknicole]

What Are You Doing Here?

HAHN

Lainey was back in Maxine, this time with Cameron. She made sure Melissa didn't even know they were gone. Lainey didn't have time for Melissa to start acting scary and snitching. Eddie had called her and she had to bring Cameron right away.

Parking the black sedan a few hours away from Randall's, Lainey cut the engine and turned in her seat towards Cameron.

"Why are we here, Lainey? You know I don't like leaving my boy with Benny."

"Eddie called me and told me something but I knew if I told you that you wouldn't believe me," she explained quickly.

Cameron laughed and rubbed at his eyes. "I know your big head ass did not make me leave the house for something Eddie trigger happy ass said. Man, take me back home."

Lainey sighed then pointed towards Randall's house.

"Whose car is that, Cam?"

Laughing to himself, Cameron started to shake his head. "I just know that's not who car I think it is."

"It is. Eddie said it's been parked out here for six hours. Nobody else in and nobody out."

Cameron is his Pop's son. He didn't do a lot of talking, he didn't explain himself and if he had to do either of those things it wasn't going to be nice for whoever was around.

Without another word, Cameron jumped out the sedan walking quickly across the street to Randall's house with Lainey right behind him. She jogged to catch up to him, grabbing his arm which he pulled away.

"Cam, wait. Calm down before you go in there. Collect your thoughts, don't do anything too quickly."

Those were things Caleb always told Cameron when he got upset, the only problem being he hadn't gotten to where Caleb is. He had yet to master the art of completely calming down when certain things pissed him off. This being one of those certain things.

He nodded at his little sister trying to calm his nerves but he couldn't. He continued his march to Randall's house with Lainey right behind him. Not bothering to knock, Cameron walked right in the house startling both Marcie and Randall, who were standing at the kitchen counter around Randall's laptop. Marcie put her hand to her mouth looking at Lainey and then at Cameron.

"What are you doing here? Where's our son?" She asked softly

"He's home where your ass should be," Cameron spat glaring at his wife. "Why are you here in this man's house? This man me and my whole family have been protecting you from."

Randall stood to the side, his arms folded across his chest with a smile on his face.

"It's not what you think, Cameron. He wouldn't leave me alone and then I had to come make him stop," she explained through her tears. "I wanted him to leave me alone."

"What did I tell you before we got married, Marcie? I told you that you had one time. This was your one time."

Randall stepped forward with a menacing look in his eyes. "See? I told you. Nobody wants your damaged ass. Not me, not Brad, not your lil mama's boy, " he laughed. "I bet he goes out and finds him a nice white woman. One without all the baggage you have."

"I don't give a damn what me and her got goin on, you not gon talk to her like that in front of me. Watch your mouth," Cameron warned.

"All she is, is a cum dumpster. She's only good for lying on her back. Her mama was definitely right about her. But now your ass is stuck with her cause she gave your stupid ass a baby!"

Marcie stared at the ground, crying as Randall belittled her. Lainey could see the look on her brother's face and knew something bad was about to happen so she quickly pulled Marcie out of the way. As soon as she did Cameron tackled Randall, landing blow after blow to his face and torso. He blacked out all he saw was his rage and that's the only thing that mattered.

Marcie started to scream for them to stop, Lainey shushed her and pulled her out of the house so she could call Eddie. When she hung up with him, she tried to talk to Marcie.

"Why did you come here? You could've at least brought me with you, you know how Cam is, Marcie."

Marcie wrapped her arms around herself looking around the neighborhood. "I couldn't," she cried. "I couldn't bring any of you."

Lainey stared at her sister in law confused. She kept asking her why but Marcie wouldn't answer. Minutes later, Eddie pulled up in his police car and hopped out.

"Lainey, don't talk to her. Who knows what she's been doing with that mouth of hers." Eddie spat slowly approaching them. "Where the hell is Cameron?"

"Inside fighting with Randall."

Just then there was a loud boom from the house and Eddie ran in. Lainey knew enough to know that it wasn't a gunshot but loud enough that someone was hurt and loud enough to wake some of the neighbors.

Alex emerged from the house next door in her robe then Natalie and Lushion from two houses down. All three running over to Marcie and Lainey.

"Is everything okay? Do you know this woman?" Lushion asked Marcie.

Marcie nodded. "She's my sister in law."

Lainey rolled her eyes at them. "Everything is fine. Yall can go back to sleep, this is a family dispute."

Natalie saw Eddie's car and shook her head. "Wait.... you're related to Eddie? Oh hell no. Lushion get in that house and see what's going on."

"How about you take your nosey ass back to your house? You don't give a damn about Marcie or what's wrong, you just wanna know what's going on," Lainey fussed blocking the entry way.

"Ma'am, I'm an officer you have to let me by."

"And I'm the first lady, I don't have to let you do shit. Leave me and my family business alone." Natalie stepped forward trying to push Lainey out of the way only to be pushed back herself. "Did you not hear what I said? Take yall asses on somewhere this is between my family and Randall. We got this."

"You ain't no damn first lady. Move your lil young ass out the way."

Lainey got tired of talking and threw a punch knocking Natalie off her feet. Lushion stared at Lainey as he helped Natalie up.

"I could arrest you for that. That's assault," Lushion yelled.

"And if you arrest me, you bet your ass you're gonna arrest her too. She put hands on me first, LuLu."

While they argued, Alex snuck around the back of the house. It was killing her not knowing what was going on with Randall. She hoped that he was okay. She got in the back door and found Eddie and Cameron both beating up Randall. Charging for a Eddie, she stayed to punch and hit him as hard as she could until Eddie pushed her off of him.

"What the hell is your problem, whore? Lucky I ain't shoot your dumbass." Eddie complained getting off the floor.

Cameron got up too, satisfied with the damage he had done. Randall laid on the ground coughing up blood and clutching his side. Ignoring Eddie, Alex kneeled down to check on Randall.

Just as Cameron approached the laptop they'd found Marcie and Randall by, Marcie came running in and shut the laptop. Cameron glared at her.

"What're you doin, Marcie?"

"You can't look at it, Cam. Please don't look at it." She cried.

"Tell me what you don't want me to see. What is it?"

Randall laughed from the floor earning another kick from Eddie. Lainey, who finally got Lushion and Natalie to go home, came back into the house rubbing her knuckles.

"Go on," Randall said trying to talk through his pain, "Tell him what I have."

Marcie played with her fingers as she cried. She didn't want to tell Cameron, let alone everyone else. She wanted to keep it all to herself. Cameron's patience had run out with her.

"Tell me now or I'm gonna walk out that door and you won't see me or my boy ever again."

"He recorded us every time we had sex and he threatened to sell them to some company. The only way he wouldn't is if I came here and begged him not to," she explained tearfully, "But when I got here, he'd already sold five of them."

Cameron grabbed the laptop, shoving it in Lainey's arms then told her to take Marcie home. Lainey didn't argue, she took the laptop, grabbed Marcie's hand and left the house. Cameron then turned his attention to Alex.

"You love him?" He asked.

Alex looked at Cameron with a frightened look on her face. "Yes. I do."

"Love him enough to take a bullet to the head?"

Alex quickly shook her head and stood, moving away from Randall.

Eddie stepped closer to her. "Then you need to take your hoe ass back to that house and forget we were ever here."

Alex left the house, closing the door behind her. There hasn't been a single time that she was afraid of Eddie until tonight.

"How nosey are his neighbors?" Cameron asked Eddie.

"As hell. Pain in my damn ass."

Cameron nodded. "I want you to enjoy these last couple days I'm giving you. Do anything you need to do cause when I come back, it'll be the end. Like you were never here."

Taking one last look at Randall, Cameron turned seedy headed for the front door. He stopped at the threshold. "And don't try to run, I'll find you."

Eddie smirked and winked at Randall. "See ya soon, little buddy."

#Hahn #ilyiw #have and have nots #if loving you is wrong #hahn ilyiw crossover #crossover

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Die a hero?...No thanks Chapter 7

Trigger warning: self depreciating thoughts/ thoughts of disappearing

If someone asked Flug to describe dementia in one word, he'd slap them and repeat the word chaotic ten times. Why ten times, they may ask. That's because once doesn't even begin to encompass the chaotic nature of her. Thinking back, he was glad to have dropped 505 back at his apartment.

Thirty minutes into “Dementia style fun” and they were running from an angry mob of pissed off mall shoppers. No, she didn't try to steal anything. Stealing something would have been an easier feat compared to this. No, what she did was much worse. Within those thirty minutes, not only had she managed to fill every single elevator and escalator with bubble gum and cotton candy (pulled out from nowhere!!), but also positioned every single mannequin into extremely explicit positions in front of children shops and made it rain energy drinks from the sprinkler system. Flug was somehow roped into achieving the last one all on his own.

The worst part of it all was that Flug was having the time of his life! The adrenaline, feeling of exhilaration, the burn of lungs, it was all so great!

It was also horrible. He was a hero, a person of the upper moral echelon. He should be the one stopping people from committing these actions, not actively participating in it. But yet, he couldn't find it in himself to feel bad. Logically, he knew he should but the feelings weren't bubbling up like he thought they would.

No, he felt euphoric, like he was on top of the world! Nothing could stop him now!

Right now they were running from a mob of angry mall goers. He could hear the angry slaps of their feet and the loud cursing from right behind them. The mob was right on their heels and it was so damn exciting!

“Hey Fluggy buggy, what'd I tell ya? It's fun isn't it?!” Dementia screamed over the roar of the crowd.

Panting heavily, he threw her a large grin and a thumbs up.

“Eeeeee! I knew you'd love it! It's my favorite pass time on the weekends! Although I can't do it too often cause then the people recognize me and I get chased out before I can even do anything. Boring!” She threw her hands up, emphasising her last word.

He snorted loudly and looked back at the crowd to flip them off. Cries of indignation rang out and he snorted harder. Hah, what a riot! Dementia began to laugh wildly as well and screamed cuss words back at the crowd, causing them to rile up even more.

God, when was the last time he had this much fun? Honestly, he's never. Not in his childhood, teenagehood, current hood, never…Disappointing, he needed to have this more often.

Looking over at Dementia with her wide crazed smile, hair going crazy in the wind, he also realized he's never felt this comfortable with someone before either. He felt that they clicked in a way that no one could even begin to understand. A loud, chaotic earthquake and a calm ocean combining to create a devastating tsunami, ripping and terrorizing the local populace.

It was powerful, crazy, destructive! It was...was...pure fucking fun!!

He cackled madly and grabbed Dementia, pulling her into a side alley. She yelped at the sudden handling of her and glared at him.

“What are you doing?! Let me go! No one, but bon-bon touches me without permission!”

She gnawed at his arm in anger, seething at his audacity to touch her. She growled when he ignored her. They skid to a stop when they hit the end of the alley. The mob crowded in and blocked off the entrance.

“We have you now!”

“You can't run from us anymore!”

“You're gonna pay for ruining my clothes!”

“Uh, hey nerd? What's the plan now that you've trapped us?” Dementia whispered as she spit out a square of his lab coat. She stared anxiously at the crowd behind them. Flug turned around and scoured through his pockets, throwing small bits of paper away angrily. As his hand touched cold metal, he grinned and pulled out a small green and black disk.

“My plan is...this!” He yelled manically, slapping the disk onto his chest. The green glowed brightly as both Flug and Dementia began to float upward. Dementia's eyes widened as she felt herself become weightless. He cackled madly as the angry mob screamed in anger at their escape.

“Woah!! Fucking sweet dude! I'm flying!”

“We're flying, Dementia!”

“IM FLYINGGGGGG!”

Flug smirked at her and chuckled. He decided that he liked her, she was fun, interesting, kind of annoying. She could be the first friend he's ever had, 505 didn't count cause he was kinda like a son rather than a friend.

They rose about an inch above the building, bobbing up and down like a buoy. Flug gently placed her down on the roof and reached up to take off the disk. With a sudden small pop, the little disk exploded into several pieces causing Flug to fall face first onto the rooftop. He groaned in pain as he pushed himself up onto his knees, rubbing the irritated areas.

“Hahahahaha Seems like the nerd's also a clumsy dunce! Better watch out or you'll trip on air!”

Ok, she'd be an irritating friend. Still better than what he's had.

“Dementia! Shut up! I'm not clumsy, my device simply malfunctioned!”

“Oh Oh, that's even better” she giggled, “That means you're not a nerd anymore, no more smarts! Hahaha welcome to the brawn club, Population, Dementia~”

Flug rolled his eyes at her.

“You do realize smart people can make mistakes right?”

He looked over what was left of the disk. Most of the protective plastic had melted off and the wires had fused together. It was hard to tell what went wrong, but with his tools at home he could determine the cause in no time. It worked pretty well for a prototype.

“Does that mean I'm smart, Fluggy buggy?! Cause I've been told I'm dumber than rocks. Though I bet they wish they didn't say anything at all considering they died by said rocks a few moments later. That was pretty fun actually! Anyway I'm smart now!” Dementia gasped dramatically. “Maybe I can be Black Hat's nerd!”

“What? Dementia no. Yeah, you're smart in your own way, but you can't be Black Hat's “nerd”. It takes years of learning and mechanical knowledge. Plus who would take care of your job now?Also, you can't be smarter than me...Wait, I don't even want to be Black Hat's nerd. Fuck, scientist! Look at what you're making me say now!”

“Omg, you're so right!” Dementia squealed, ignoring his last statement, “Blacky would be without his body guard if I wasn't there! Look at your arms, there's no way you could take that place. They're practically sticks! Alright, you be the nerd and I'll be the brute! I'll even come and grace you with my magnificent prowess by smashing things!!”

“What n-”

“FEDOR ALYOSHA FLUG! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” A thick Russian voice cut Flug off.

On the roof right behind them was Flug's dad, Strong Man, absolutely red in the face with anger. There was a large cracked crater under his feet, showcasing the strength of his landing. Dementia, deciding to take a strategic retreat, camouflaged and scurried away.

“D-dad, hold on! Please, it's not what it...looks like?”

Strong man glared sharply at his son.

“Don't. Even. Try. I know what happened and I  beyond angry. Causing a scene at the mall, vandalizing property, constructing lewd scenes?! I taught you better than this. We're leaving now and you better have a good excuse or you might end up back at the academy!”

Strong man grabbed Flug's arm and dragged him away.

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Dementia watched as Flug and the large hero vanished from view. She hadn't completely left Flug to the hero's mercy. She hid behind a large vent, waiting for an opportunity to rescue him or that was what she expected to happen. What she didn't expect was for the hero to claim to be Flug's dad.

Flug's dad, a hero… digusting! She scrunched over, gagging at the thought. Ugh, she had to do something about this. Poor Fluggy trapped under a hero's lineage, stopped from causing mayhem at his heart's desire. He needed to be rescue as fast as possible.

First things first, Black hat needed to know. She stared at the spot they disappeared from, then scurried away toward the hat mansion.

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Flug slammed against the soft cushions of his couch. It didn't hurt, but his vision spun from the force of his impact. His dad stood before him, hand still outstretched from having shoved Flug down. Looking at the intimidating stature of his father, Flug’s body trembled in fear as he pushed himself up, his arms barely having enough strength to accomplish this. Strong man roughly shoved him down again, this time leaning his face inches away from Flug's own.

“You can't even begin to imagine the depth of anger right now. How could you do something like that?!” He choked, his voice tight with barely restrained rage, “I understood when you acted out as a teenager, that's normal, but now? Now you have no excuse. Where is your medicine?! I know you haven't been taking it!”

“Dad wai-”

“No! I don't want your excuses! You don't get any excuses anymore! You are a hero now! You have expectations that you must fulfill. Do you know how hard it was for me to make sure no one recognized you and that you didn't get arrested?!”

“If I could just expla-���

“You don't! You were too busy fraternizing with your new ‘friend’, causing trouble, ignoring any thought of the consequences! I have more than half a mind to get rid of this apartment and force you back to the academy, you obviously can't handle your freedom!”

“What! You can't do that! I paid for this and I am-”

“My son, I can do whatever I want with you! I raised you from childhood to adulthood, you are mine! Watch your tongue or I will go through with it! Do you understand?”

“.....”

“I said. Do. You. Understand?”

“...yes отец.”

“Good. From now on, you will come visit me every morning at 8 am so I can watch you take your meds. I will be the one giving them to you, so that way you can't switch them with sugar pills. And don't even say that you won't switch them, you can't be trusted with your medicine on your own anymore. I expect you tomorrow at 8 on the dot. If you are late even once from now on, it's the academy for you.”

With the last word, he stomped out of the apartment, slamming the door with finality.

Flug stared at the door and watched the wall splinter with cracks from the strength of slam. He didn't know when he started crying. The tears simply began to roll lightly down his face. He reached up to wipe at them, but they didn't stop no matter how many he wiped away. He didn't even know why he was crying, he felt completely numb.  

Well he did at first. After a moment, pure sorrow cut through him like a sharp knife, crying turned to sobbing. His wails echoed through the apartment. He felt alone, pathetic, worthless. Nothing about him was worth a damn in the world. Maybe everyone would be happier if he just dis-

Warmth enveloped him in a hug and soft coos were purred next to his ear. 505, the gentle and loving bear that he had saved without a second thought. The bear that he had made a difference to, that he mattered to. He might not matter to anyone else in the world, but he knew that he mattered to 505.

He turned around and hugged 505 tightly around the middle as he bawled. He didn't think, he just let himself feel and get all the horrible sad emotions inside of him out.

He sat there, cuddled up to 505 until his tears ran dry and he felt numb again. His head hurt and his eyes burned. If he closed his eyes would everything disappear, would his pain stop? He pushed his face deeper into the soft blue fur and drifted off to a deep sleep.

#my writing #die a hero?...no thanks #villainous #villanos

[tin-can-iron-man]

So if the current Doom does turn out to be a Doombot, I am just picturing Doom and his family coming back into things as their own Fantastic Four-esque family? Because that did seem to be where his arc was going, and it would tie in nicely with the whole Mephisto arc Marvel has going on.

I'm unaware of the Mephisto arc (besides that he owns a casino in Vegas which is AKDJFJJAJFJA;)

But I think that Victor could and wants to very much try to get his affairs in order (especially concerning his children). It would be, nice, cathartic even, to get some issues with him and Kristoff (NOT the Kristoff he told to fuck off because fuck the most recent doctor doom run but just. Post 2015 Kristoff that is feeling...pretty shitty, considering Victor just threw him away entirely during secret wars to go play pretend with the Richards family sans Reed.) Because I think Kristoff deserves validation and just like...a general apology from Victor about being a pretty bad dad a lot of the time, but especially recently. And he'd like to have him as a son again. And meet his new baby brother. And I think this SHOULD take multiple issues I think Kristoff SHOULD be very suspicious and distrustful of this weird "redeeming myself" thing Victor is doing but...Maybe Victor can show he really cares somehow.

It's...hard to say when Victor will return-return if we go this route because again if he EXPLAINS why he's away there's gonna be a lot of trouble for his kid AND Amara and he wants to make sure they're safe from both superheroes AND villains. So he's...probably nervous, about leaving. But some big event will happen or he decides that this doombot just needs to get the fuck out of here already and come blasting in all pissed and likely claim that he was off somewhere else (true) taking care of very important, very personal business (true) and that he hadn't intended for his doombot to go so haywire (true!) And then it would turn into an almost secret identity type thing but instead of hiding who he is it's about hiding that he has a child...which in turn can cause conflict about not being as available as some heroes might like, thinking he's up to something. The only people who know he has a son are Tony (Amara's ex and still friend, also it would be fucking hilarious if he was the kids godfather and also he has no idea about that) and Stephen (the closest thing Victor has to a bestie friend that practices magic and also takes normal doctor house calls).

Reed of course will try to be invasive and find out but he'll keep quiet about it because he's going to be cool for once. Also Valeria Richards nannies occasionally because of course she knows she texted Victor immediately the first time she saw the doombot when she came back like "why'd you make this one look more human" and he's like "busy, away, wanted everyone to think it's actually me because I'm taking care of my secret baby I'm expecting you to sneak off and meet on Wednesday. Do you want chicken or pork for dinner." Also he's one of Victors cool enemies who wouldn't ever use this against him because however much I make fun of Reed I'm aware he would never harm a child. ESPECIALLY for something his father did. (That's like, one of HIS biggest fears about HIS kids that Victor himself has realized in the past for Reed. But the baby is innocent. Victor can make up for his sins on his own.)

Also Amara canonically knows how to produce a "cure" for mutants that would take away their abilities (she would never want to, and was terrified at making this discovery) and the doombot literally raised national tensions with Krakoa. And she and Victor are not married, they're not even dating, they just have a son now, but he's very worried about what Erik and Xavier and the others would do to the mother of his child if they ever found out about that. (He KNOWS what mommy issues can do to a guy look at him he does NOT want that for his kid.)

So he may very well be an "occasionally I show up" type of entity for a while but there are more than enough event comics and such to have him show up in. Also he can show up in Iron Man and Doctor Strange runs as part of the cast.

Also Kristoff should get to be in the young avengers again I KNOW whoever drew him last made him look like fucking 45 but he's supposed to be the same age as Cassie Lang (or he can be just a couple years older than her, just because deaths and stuff. Timelines are weird.) And should get to join the young avengers. Or party with the west coast avengers. Also give the west coast avengers their comic back. I think he has a fun personality that would lead to some fun dynamics within those casts. Also I just think Billy being incredibly nervous about interacting with the Von Dooms is really, really funny.

#this got a little out of hand but justiceforkristoff2k22 #tin-can-answers #Amara is just pretending all of this is not happening to her #at least she has a fairly adorable child to take her mind off it #but yeah she doesn't really like it when Dr. Strange randomly teleports into her kitchen and makes her drop her tea #theres a no magic house rule #and then is even more tired when her kids starts showing some nice magic potential #Victor is delighted. Amara doesn't know how she's going to wean her son off binkies if he can summon them at will