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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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Stained Red |Yandere DIO x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, extreme physical violence/abuse, noncon (forced, violent), dark themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse. MA - read with caution.

As soon as your fiancé Dio Brando entered your room, you were met with a harsh slap, causing you to fall back on your bed. You could only assume that he was upset at you, his golden eyes holding pure anger as he stared down at you with disgust and rage.

"When I give you an order you fucking listen. I told you to not go outside and you snuck out when I was asleep and you disobeyed me completely," he spoke to you harshly. His undead bare chest heaved up and down, hands balling into fists as his blond locks stood wild and untamed. "How dare you. How fucking dare you!"

You tried to push yourself off of the bed, but you were greeted by his fist crashing into your left cheek, blood spraying out of your mouth as you fell to your right hand side on the mattress. "Y-you.." Tears of pain filled your eyes as blood leaked from your mouth. A deep purple bruise formed on your cheek, his punch almost breaking your jaw.

"Don't you dare fucking move! Stay on this bed and bleed out a little.. I promise you that you'll be in a lot more pain soon." He stood close to the bed now, knees pressing against the mattress as he watched you bleed onto the white sheets, staining them red.

You lifted a shaky hand, ripping the diamond engagement ring off of your finger. You threw it at his face, the ring bouncing off of his forehead before hitting the floor. "I.. I will not marry you!" You screamed at him, taking advantage of the shock on his face as you scooted away from him, making your way down the king-sized bed.

For the first time in your ten months of knowing Dio, this was the first time that you ever saw him shocked, frozen as he stared at you in utter disbelief. You felt his fingers wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. "I'm going to hurt you.. I'm going to make you regret doing something so foolish! That was the worst thing that you've ever done."

You tried to kick him, but his reflexes were too powerful. He caught your other leg with ease, letting go of your other leg as you felt your dress rip off of your body. "No! No.. I don't want this! Get the fuck away from me!" You yelled at him, making him even angrier.

He flipped you over, forcing your back to arch as your underwear was ripped off and thrown to that side. "You're going to get punished like a whore.. you are not going to get any joy from this." Without warning you felt his hands spread apart your ass, his hard erection forcing its way into your tight asshole. "I wasn't going to punish you like this but you will not throw things at I, DIO!" He yelled at you, pushing fully inside of you as his hands smacked across your ass, leaving red handprints.

"A-ah!" You screamed out, hot tears spilling from your ass as he stretched your tight hole out forcefully. "P-please!" You screamed louder, sobbing weakly as he began to move in and out of you, a sharp pain behind every single thrust. Why was he doing this to you? Hurting you.. it wasn't love.

"Begging isn't going to make me stop or go easier on you.. that ring was expensive, and you throw it in my face?" He questioned, disbelief thick in his tone as he wrapped his hands around your waist, fingernails digging into your side as he moved at a rapid pace, ignoring your cries of pain. "I dare you to try and fight back.. you can even use your stand. I fucking dare you to try you bitch."

He was taunting you.. he knew damn well that you nor your stand could fight him off. Slap sounds filled the air as he slammed himself in and out of your tight hole - you didn't feel an ounce of pleasure. All you felt was pain and a deep heartbreak.. you thought that he was going to change.

Instead of fighting back like he dared you, you pressed your face into fur soft mattress, muffling your screams as you felt blood running down your legs as his nails cut into your flesh. His nails were as sharp as knives, drawing blood from you easily.

"Come on.. fight me you little bitch. I bet this is so painful and embarrassing but you're big and bad, right? Stop me," he taunted you even further, rolling his hips as he pressed your body fully onto the bed, removing his fingernails from your sides. "See? You'll never be able to fight me. From the moment I laid eyes on you.. I claimed you. You are my property."

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," you cried out, voice muffled. Pain shot through your body as he moved faster, each stroke more painful than the last. "I'm sorry.. I promise.. just please," you didn't even know what you were saying. You just wanted the pain to go away.. that's all you wanted.

"I promise that the next time you cross me, this will seem like child's play. Let this happen again and I'll beat you to a pulp and then fuck all three of your holes for hours. I'll tie you to the bed and torture you," his voice was low, warning as he gave you three more painful thrusts before cuming deep inside of your anus.

You felt something press into your anus, plugging up the tight hole and assuring that his cum wouldn't leak out of you. Your cheeks and ass held sore.. blood still pouring from your hips and staining your legs with deep red. You felt so disgusting and you were so embarrassed.. you were never going to forget this day. You fucking hated him.

"That was your last warning.. keep my cum inside of your ass for the rest of the night as a reminder. I'm going to go run you a bath because you're filthy but don't expect special treatment tonight. You don't deserve to be kissed or cuddled." He walked away, heading to the bathroom and leaving you a sobbing mess.

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You sat in the bathtub, red staining the water as tears filled your eyes, rolling down your bruised cheeks. You disobeyed him again.. you upset him, and he attacked you. So easily did he hurt you, and you couldn't stand it anymore. So badly, did you now want to escape his evil grasp, knowing that despite how much you love him, he'll never change.

You felt his cold golden eyes peering at you as he sat across from you on the toilet seat. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you wished that he did.. you wished that he would just leave you alone. Why you? Out of everyone that DIO has encountered, why did he pick you to be his? You now feel like the unluckiness woman in the entire universe.

"Why must you always upset me? Why do you always force me to hurt you?" His voice called out, tone filled with thick anger. "You have no choice in the matter of staying with me. You are my property, and you will marry me and spend eternity with me."

You brought your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your knees as sobs escaped your lips. These sobs weren't low. They were loud and pained as your body shook in the warm water. You couldn't contain yourself in this moment.. your tears couldn't be silent because you were truly hurt - you finally cracked. He finally broke you.. and it hurt so fucking bad because you thought that he changed.

You felt his cool hand appear on your back, and you flinched away, "Please don't.. please don't hurt me anymore! Please," you cried out, voice cracking at the end as you held yourself tighter. "Just.. kill me. Please k-kill me," you said in a shaky voice. Death was terrifying, but it would end the pain.. you wouldn't have to spend an eternity in fear.

His hand stayed frozen, an unsettling silence filling the air as you felt his eyes peering down at you. "Despite what you may think of me, I would never kill you, so don't you ever ask me to again," his voice dropped to a whisper, warning you. "If you act obedient that I wouldn't have to hurt you. You did this to yourself."

"You.. you beat me, and you force me.. you.. you," you shook your head, tears filling your cloud of vision. You couldn't do this.. arguing with him will make things worse, and having to say these painful truths aloud was breaking you into even more pieces.

"When you disobey me and disrespect me, then you will suffer the consequences. As your man, it is my right to be in control of you. The sooner you fully accept that, the less that I have to hurt you." Oddly enough, his voice was now soft and soothing. He was like a switch, switching from one emotion to the next when it came to you. It was terrifying. "If you want to go outside, then I will go with you when the sun sets."

The hot water was now turning warm. All of the blood was now clean off of your sore body, but you couldn't get up. You were in so much pain that you didn't want to move, knowing that moving would make things worse. "Okay," you whispered, just accepting your defeat. You had no more fight left in you.

You blinked, shock filling your eyes as you felt the bed beneath your nude body, water still dripping off of your body as you sat on the edge of the bed, soaking freshly changed sheets. You don't understand Dio's stand a single bit, but you knew that he could move you without you knowing.

He stood in front of you, soft white towel drying your body gently. He patted the towel on every inch of your body, ignoring the embarrassed blush that appeared on your lips as he dried your breast. "Don't make me hurt you as badly as I hurt you today ever again.. just listen to me to the best of your ability and communicate with me."

"I'm scared to talk to you," you said in a low tone, hanging your head in shame as he dry patted your back. Your fear of Dio was so strong sometimes that you're afraid that you'll die of fright. Do people die of fright?

"I'm not going to hit you if you ask me for something. As your future husband, I am your provider, and it is my job to provide for you," he said softly, towel dropping to your womanhood as he spread your legs, patting the area gently. He was being extra careful, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.

Did he not realize that you were never going to forgive him deep down? You felt deep resentment at even his soft touch, fighting the urge to flinch away from him. "Okay," you repeated, feeling as if that was now going to be your go-to word for now on. You didn't know what else to say, but you knew that you were ashamed that you couldn't just leave him and escape his abusive grasps.

"I love you. I truly do love you, and I want you by my side for eternity." He finished drying you, tossing the towel casually to the side as he slipped a silk red nightgown over your head. "Tell me that you love me back."

"I love you too," you said softly, gently pulling away from him as you crawled weakly into bed. You rested your head on the fluffy pillow, feeling much too weak to pull the covers over your body. Your eyes met his soft one.. the life in your eyes was gone, and you could tell that he could notice.

The silk sheets were pulled over your body. "I'll be back before the sun rises. Vanilla Ice is currently on high alert, so don't do anything foolish." His eyes lingered over yours, tall form towering over the best and casting his dark shadow over you. "See you soon.. I will miss you."

You blinked once, and he was gone.. his dark shadow that towered over you, vanishing with you. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you slowly turned to your more comfortable side, a pained groan escaping your lips as pain shot through your entire body. You let your eyes close, welcoming sleep as swiftly as you could in hopes or waking up in less pain tomorrow. You hoped tomorrow would be a better day, but the hope that Dio Brando would turn into a good man completely left your mind.. you were never going to see him the same again.

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greeksorceress · 1 year

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if i had my way ( you’d always stay)

(brief mentions of mature content)

In hindsight, the night had been bound to be hell on earth since they received the current invitation for the Christmas dinner that religiously took place in the Red Keep every year.

The invitation had been a family Christmas picture that Alicent forced upon her husband and their children every October —with enough time to prepare for the holidays, Alicent had said when Daemon made fun of her two Christmases ago—, and as soon as Lucerys and Jacaerys had seen the sender’s address, they had barely contained themselves from tearing the green envelope open with teeth and nails.

Viserys, Alicent, Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

In the back of the card, just for “Rhaenyra and her family ♡” was written the time they were expected to arrive.

In the picture, Grandpa Viserys and Alicent were sitting on their burgundy designer couch, a piece of furniture more expensive than it had any right to be, and in the background the enormous fireplace of the main and biggest hall of the Red Keep could be seen alight and bright. Aegon and Helaena were standing by Grandpa Viserys’ side, carrying baby Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, while Aemond, pretty much like in real life, had preferred to stay by Alicent’s side. Daeron wasn’t even in the picture. The hilariousness of the situation wasn’t even about the rather ugly matching Gucci Christmas sweater that Alicent had picked for them this time. What truly sold the picture were the different stages of grief that could be appreciated as clearly as summer skies in the faces of the three Targaryen-Hightower siblings.

Spending some days in the Red Keep to celebrate with Grandpa Viserys and his second family has never been uncommon for them, truth to be told. However, Lucerys must admit that his mother and Alicent had come a long way with their relationship and it had influenced the rest of them, if not just to keep the two women happy. What had been broken once by lies and marriages, enhanced by the loss of an eye in a childish dispute, had been reconstructed and reinforced with no short amount of willingness and care, as well as time and all the perseverance in the world. Their dinners had gone from Rhaenyra and Alicent trying to claw at each other to a pleasant companionship that made Alicent feel safe and encouraged enough as to send them a personalised Christmas card every year.

The first time they received one, Jacaerys hollered so hard that he woke Joffrey and baby Aegon up. Even Rhaenyra had unwillingly giggled, covering her mouth guiltily after that. Daemon had been the most enthusiastic about it, though, and had dedicated a little hall of fame in the empty study on the second floor for all the Christmas cards they’ve received. Now, just as it was tradition for Alicent to send them one, the Velaryon brothers as well as their step-father and littlest brothers hung and ranked the pictures with the same reverence one would fill stockings or decorate the tree.

And yet, although the younger generation of the family have tried to keep it together for the sake of their mothers, it doesn’t always —almost never— work out in the end. There’s a sort of animosity that hangs above their heads as heavy as stones, and Jacaerys had mumbled once when they were about to sleep after a particular harsh toast three years ago that he thought it to be unfair that Alicent and their mother got to play friends and pretend nothing ever happened between them while their children had to carry the hate that had been fed to them by the adults. So yeah, while it wasn’t as bad as a few years ago, the invitation had meant hell on earth for the three Velaryon boys, for they had known they would have to endure poorly concealed jabs and jests through the entire duration of their stay.

Still, this has to be a first even for a family as dysfunctional as theirs.

Lucerys looks at the present, neatly wrapped in black paper with a velvety green ribbon that met in a delicate and sophisticated bow in the middle, and his hands tremble. It’s Aemond’s, that much is clear. If the wrapping hadn’t been enough of a clue, Aemond’s burning stare would have been sufficient. Lucerys blames Jacaerys for not paying enough attention to the cues, handling Lucerys the present as soon as he saw his name written in the tag attached to the bow.

He starts undoing the ribbon with clumsy fingers, almost mourning the perfection of the bow practically dissolving and then proceeds to slowly tear the paper, actively trying to ignore Aemond’s eye while being conscious of the eagerness of the rest of the family members.

The present is a box as black as the paper that has been wrapped over it, and the cover has the name of a very expensive jewellery maker from Dorne that Lucerys follows on Instagram.

As a rule, the first to open their presents are to be the children, so they had waited patiently for Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and baby Viserys to open theirs. Their excited screams and their little faces painted red with happiness had been as exhilarating and endearing for the older teens and young adults as it had been for the two older, married couples. Supposedly, baby Aegon was to be next, but Grandpa Viserys, never one to miss the opportunity to play favourites, had encouraged Lucerys to open his first.

“Jace,” he tries, “why don’t you give me mom and dad’s—” he sees the way Jaehaera and Jaehaerys pause and look at him, toys forgotten in their confusion, and he has to bite his tongue, “I mean, Santa’s presents that he has left for me in honor of mother and father—”

Jace falters, as if he’s actually considering to switch presents and take the black box from Lucerys’ hands. He will feel bad later for taking advantage of his older brother’s weakness for hi., but right now, he just wants to dodge the literal bomb that must be concealed under the paper and the velvet, waiting for Lucerys’ fingertips to brush against it to set it off. Would the bomb be powerful enough to blow his eye out of his face?

Aemond doesn’t let that happen, though. He stands up and calmly approaches Lucerys, skilfully avoiding stepping on the kids that are sprawled on top of the carpet, not a single drop falling from his champagne flute.

“But, Lucerys, that wouldn’t be nice, would it? That’s Santa’s present that he’s giving you in my honor… Would you wound me so by discarding it?”

Lucerys blinks at him, mouth agape. Next to him, he feels Jacaerys tensing. His brother is starting to realise the potential danger of the present and he reaches a hand to take it from Lucerys. Aemond is faster. He knocks Jacaerys’ hand out of the way and pushes back the box into Lucerys’ arms, making the pointed corner jab at his ribs. He sits right on the stupid burgundy couch and looks at him with unadulterated self-satisfaction, raising the flute to his lips.

Lucerys is not proud of the way his eyes fixate on the bubbles disappearing into Aemond’s mouth, and in the movements of his Adam’s apple when he swallows. Lucerys’ neck itches, the spots that Aemond had thoroughly kissed and bitten a couple of hours ago, embroidering the tender skin with reds and purples by teeth as sharp as needles, burning up and pulsating under his clothes.

He feels his cheeks heat up with shame and things he doesn’t want to admit in front of his family. Aemond dares to eye-fuck him back right in front of their family, playing with the kids’ naivety to get his will met at any costs, softening his voice enough to actually sound wounded, “Jaehaera, Jaehaerys, don’t you want to see what Lucerys got from Santa? Kēpus specially requested for it, it was the first thing I wrote in my letter!”

It works, it fucking works, of course it does. As soon as he says that, the kids turn to Lucerys and rush to assemble by his legs, peering up at the present like it’s the world’s seventh wonder.

“Open it, Luce!” cries Jaehaera, resting her little chin on Lucerys’ knee, “it has to be a great present if Kēpus asked Santa himself!”

Lucerys has fought his fair share of puppy eyes in his life, having three younger brothers kind of makes you immune to it at some point, even more if you’re dubbed as the actual king of the look itself. Now, he finds he cannot say no to those sweet faces and sighs, ready to meet his destiny.

It cannot be that bad, right?

For the longest time, Alicent was the person that hated him the most, even more than Aemond, he thinks. And yet, as years have passed and things have been settled and forgiven, Alicent seems to appreciate him enough to actually get him presents that he might like. Ignoring his own version of the Gucci Christmas zipped sweater that she has forced him to wear over his turtle neck shirt and overalls, —Jacaerys and Joffrey had looked at him with glee in their eyes, it’s his own karma for making fun of the picture—, she has also given him an Apple Watch and the two pairs of shoes that he had added to his wishlist. So, if Alicent is actually being good to him, it means Aemond cannot be much worse, right? Lucerys knows he’s not fooling anyone, not even himself.

He opens the box hesitantly, barely enough for him to peek inside. It seems Jacaerys is having none of it, and he yanks the fancy black lid open, ignoring Lucerys cursing at him, so they all can take a look.

Nothing would’ve have prepared Lucerys for this.

Inside the box was a bomb in the form of jewellery, but a bomb nonetheless.

It has to be a first, definitely. Because he certainly remembers some of the most chaotic Christmases they have celebrated and nothing that comes to mind can possibly hold a candle to this moment.

Lucerys was too young to remember that one time when Daemon punched Otto, who was still being invited to celebrate with them at the time, and successfully managed to break the man’s jaw, forcing a pregnant Rhaenyra to take the children to their rooms and leaving Viserys and Aemond to take Otto to the hospital while Alicent wept. He does vividly remember that one time Aegon was three hours late to the Christmas Eve’s dinner and crashed his brand new Mercedes into the three foot snowmen that Alicent liked to set in the front garden of the Red Keep. Aegon had proceeded to puke all over Aemond and Daemon’s shoes when they pulled him from the car before losing his consciousness. He had needed three stitches in his right eyebrow, but otherwise, he had been okay. Lucerys doesn’t want to remember the first Christmas right after the eye incident, the one where Aemond and Alicent had been absent from the table, refusing to dine with them —with Lucerys— in the same room. Unfortunately, he does remember it, and he also remembers crying into his pillow that night. He had known Aemond wasn’t going to be there on the next morning to open his presents with them, so he had made sure to sneak out during the night and place the handmade package with his letters and drawings for the older boy by Aemond’s door. When Jacaerys had woken him up and had forced him out of their shared bed to rush down and get their own presents, the box was right by their door, stomped and ruined beyond recognition.

So yeah, it’s safe to say that Lucerys and his family are used to complicated holidays. Nonetheless, this present is like a bucket of cold water poured over him.

“A necklace!” screams baby Viserys, big eyes wide open before the sparkling piece of jewellery.

No. It isn’t a necklace. It’s a choker. A fucking full on collar, if you will.

It’s beautiful. It’s frightening. It’s Aemond’s.

It’s as velvet as the ribbon that had decorated the box, only this one is much smoother and as black as the ocean water during the night. In the middle of it, dangling from a beautiful chain made of sapphires, sits a beautiful heart with a carving on its center. The material of the heart is Valyrian steel, as elegant as silver —the preferred material of House Velaryon— and more expensive than twenty-four karat gold. The carved message is two mere words.

ñuha taoba

Lucerys only needs to raise his head to look at Aemond, but he finds himself unable to do so. His stare is frozen upon the collar, and he holds the box tightly to his chest, to hide the fact that the tickling sound that seemed to reverberate through all the room was his heartbeat speeding up. He also wishes to hide Aemond’s deranged tribute far away from the kids’s curious gazes.

The room falls into a deafening silence, Lucerys doesn’t even want to see his mother and father’s reactions.

“Well. Do you like my present, taoba?”

The bomb does, indeed, tick off. Daemon stands up abruptly, the sheer force of his movement enough to knock the chair down, and rapidly stalks towards Aemond. “Is this a fucking joke to you, boy? Do you want to see how funny I can get, too?”

His mother is stricken with the same kind of mortified silence that has overpowered Lucerys, and Alicent, who’s sitting beside her, looks as pale as a ghost. Their stupor doesn’t last much, though. Soon, they’re jumping on their feet, trying to pull Daemon away from his nephew while screaming profanities at both men and at each other. Jacaerys joins the argument too, and so does Daeron while a very stressed Helaena tries to pull the children away. It just takes a couple of insults from Aemond’s mouth towards Rhaenyra to make Joffrey interfere too. Grandpa Viserys is raising his voice, trying to be heard atop the shouts of his family to no avail.

Lucerys’ abasement is fuelled when feels the taletelling wetness run down his thighs, and he hopes for the love of the gods that he doesn’t stain the couch. He wants to die.

He feels someone sit next to him, occupying Jace’s previous seat and throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“If they think that’s bad, wait until you open my present” singsongs Aegon, drinking from his own flute without the elegance that his brother possesses.

#tw mature content #omfg sorry sorry sorry #can this be considered a drabble?#it actually is part of a larger fic that i wrote but i haven't published because i feel like it's not good enough to be in ao3 #also the second part is pretty much mature #please please please look at the warning there's mature content here so!#younger viserys and aegon are called baby viserys and baby aegon and you cannot change my mind #aegon's present is actually...... promising *coughs*#anyways i'm sorry this is absolute shit #the fact that alicent forces them to pose for christmas pictures sends me #lucerys x aemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #my writing: lucemond #ship: fated feud #ship: lucemond #lucemond

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dreambones · 9 months

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I usually try to clean a bit more my concepts before showing them anywhere, but given how busy I am lately plus kind of lack of content here due that, I decided why not.

Designs are not set 100% but I am surprisingly mostly happy with both in this first try, been a while I was happy with a design this fast. My main struggle is the art style as always but I'll try crossing that bridge once I go back to it.

Meanwhile no names, thinking of calling her "Rana" which is just Frog in spanish, gator still unsure. No story yet aside some ideas here and there, I know I want to try doing pastel gore again, plus a mix of silly cartoony but horror. For now they are giving me some very needed rest by the end of the day, plus it's so different to JHN that it helps me stay motivated with work.

#character design #slasher oc #horror games #tw: bright colors #tw: blood #tw: horror #gator and frog girl #while I get a name for this #ask to tag #my art #I should headsup that I plan to make their content more mature and older audiences eventually #Im tempted to start putting small mexican stuff in my games too

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pynkgothicka · 1 year

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ＨｙｐｎｏｔｉｃＭＹＧ

Synopsis - You go out to rockstar Agust D’s performance. But he gets one look at you and is hooked instantly.

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Rockstar! Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, drug induced sex, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping

Authors Note - As you can tell I'm writing for all the members lol, also sorry your mom sucks

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He was so cool.

Agust D was performing right in front of you, the front row to his concert being the best view you could ever ask for. He was so passionate in his craft and you were entranced. All his songs showed the time and effort going into them and the fact that he loved performing them. Even if it was such a small venue and audience.

Hell you had to beg to even be allowed to go and you couldn't even be more happier if you tried.

Then he made eye contact with you. You could feel your breathing stop as he smiled and winked before continuing back to performing. God you could nearly faint.

The entire rest of the night you were filled with butterflies, Agust D noticed you of all people. Or maybe it was something he did with any girl he saw, and you were just blowing it out of proportion. Whatever it meant it didn't matter, you were going to ride that high all the way to the end.

By the time the concert ended and you could finally leave without being bombarded by a mass of people leaving at once you reached inside of your small crossbody bag to grab you phone. That was until you were interrupted by a hand touching your shoulder, making you jump.

You turned around to see a buff security guy with a clipboard in hand. “Ma'am, your wanted backstage.”

“Did I do something wrong!? I'm so sorry if I di-”

“None of the sort, actually Mister Agust wants to see you and I'm here to escort you there.” You darted your eyes all around before looking back up at the man.

“Is this like a prank?” You finally ask raising a brow.

“Nope. But I will say that we don't usually do this and to be honest this is my first time even seeing him request someone to be brought to him, so no. This is very much real.”

“Holy Shit! Do I just like- oh God!” You began to freak out fanning yourself with your hands as the guard laughed and smiled at you.

“It's okay ma'am follow me.”

🎸

And you did all the way until you reached a room with a shiny metal plate with the engravings Agust D dead in the center. The guy knocked for you a low hum being heard from the other side in response. “Hey, it's the girl you wanted to see. Do you want her now?”

“That's a dumb ass question, of course I do.”

That was him.

It was really him

The guard nodded at you and left leaving you to actually open the door. You hesitated the door handle wiggling in your grasp, and you took a deep breath before walking through the door.

He sat there in all his glory, on his couch messing with a guitar. Agust D… His orange hair fell, covering his eyes. The same ones that stared at you right now.

You found your hand going up to your hair and nervously played with it as he made his way over to you. It was a bad nervous tick you had and you couldn't stop it. “I love your music, so much Mr Agust D!” You finally pushed out all in a single rush of confidence.

“Call me Yoongi baby,” He got up from his position and put the guitar on it's stand before making his way over to you. He eyed you up and down, stopping whenever he stood right in front of you, his eyes looking into your own. You could see the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. “God your even prettier up close.”

“You think I'm pretty?” You began freaking out again looking everywhere but him.

“Of course, you never heard that before?” He snickered out, still working on tuning his guitar. The way his hands moved, had you in a daze.

“No actually, and thank you.”

“Yeah,” He patted the empty spot on the couch next to him. “Come sit.” You moved to where you sat all the way to the other side of the couch making sure you didn't interfere with what he was doing. “I'm pretty sure your familiar with the fact that this is my last America show before I head back home right?”

“Yes of course!” You basically blurted out. You groaned before placing your head in your hands letting out a small sorry. Yoongi laughed, and you swore it was like bells chiming, the sound making your body heat up even more than it already was.

“And well I was going to leave as soon as possible cause y’know I wanna go home n shit. But, then I saw you tonight.”

“Me?” You added surprised, still not believing the situation you were in right now.

“Yup, you. With that pretty little lacey top. Anyways here I am thinking wow I really want to get to know this girl better, but I can't do that if I leave. And I decided, how about I just hang with you tonight?”

Yoongi was now looking directly at you. But if only he could see the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now. You had to get home and call your mom to pick you up, orrr you could spend your night with your idol and just get a ride with him later on.

God you were going to regret this.

“I would love too! Was that too loud?”

“No, not at all. It was adorable. Come on let's get the fuck out of here.”

🎸

Yoongi was so different from his persona.

He had taken you to a quiet late night dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted and more just to make you happy. This was drastically different from who he presented himself as on stage. But you loved the duality in it all. The entire time he would tell you about all his travels and what he's working on. And you listened to everything he said, his life being much more exciting than your own.

“Shit I've been talking about myself this entire time, I'm so sorry about that beautiful. Tell me about you.” Yoongi leaned back taking a sip of the coke he got for himself.

“Well um, I'm taking a gap year right now before I switch majors, so I'm working to make a little money for myself.” You spun your straw around in the milkshake be practically ordered for you. He said you deserved something sweet in your life, and that it was his treat. Honestly it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for you. “I'm staying with my mom until I get things straightened out with buying my own space. And that's really it honestly.”

“So no like real friends or anything?” Yoongi asked sitting back up to lean on the counter.

“Nope.”

“Well take it from me, you deserve more in life.” Yoongi placed down his drink. “No one really deserves to be alone like that.”

You looked away giving a small smile. “Thank you Yoongi. You know I never expected to be hanging out with you tonight. Your world is so different than mine. I usually have just sit at home and done nothing. So I think what I'm trying to say is thank you for taking me out.

“It was no problem, I enjoy hanging out with you. Plus it's just a bonus your cute.”

“Pshh stop it, there's so many other choices.” You downplayed his attraction to you, he shouldn't try to even say things like that.

“Yeah but I choose you. And there's no changing that.” He took out a sharpie and took your arm, slowly beginning to write. When he was done you saw he had written his number down your arm. You smiled at him and he gave a even wider one back, showing his gums. “It's pretty late, let me get you home. Plus I got a flight to catch tomorrow.”

🎸

Sneaking into your house was harder than you thought for as soon as you stepped into the door your mom was in the kitchen, with the lights on eyeing you like a hawk.

“How did you get home?” She questioned bluntly.

“A friend got me, the traffic was horrible."

“Don't lie to me. Your friends are all home and no where near here. So. Let me ask you again. How did you get home?”

“I walked.”

“At this time of night?! Do you know what the fuck could've happened. You could've gotten hurt, I could've lost you.” She lamented. Her hands slammed into the table in frustration. Yet you just kept quiet and refused to look at her. “Oh now you got that dumbass look on yo face like you did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.”

That's all you had to say. It's all you could muster to say. Then you turned around start heading to your room down the hall. All while she kept yelling at you for god knows what. You refused to let her see you cry, she can't have that power over you.

🎸

The next few weeks of your life couldn't be more perfect. You spent every waking minute talking to Yoongi. He'd constantly show you what he'd been working on and his friends back in Korea.

He even called you every night.

“Baby I want to get you over here immediately.” He'd said one night while you got ready for bed.

“Yoongiii you know I can't do that. My mom won't even allow me to go on a vacation in America on my own.” This was a frequent topic of conversation for the two of you. He had wanted you over with him so bad. The thing is that the two of you aren't even a thing yet. For all you know, your just friends.

“Well I miss you, and I don't have another break in another week or or so.” Yoongi groaned out. “A week is pretty long to me atleast.”

“Oh you can wait a week. Then you can come visit and we can hang out again.” You hoped he didn't put that much thought into your dismissiveness.

“Fine, only because it's you.”

“I'm going to have to like beg my mom to let me out the house again on my own.” You say looking behind you. The door was closed, which meant she probably wouldn't barge in your room and hear what you were saying.

“Aren't you a grown woman? Why does she care what you, as a grown woman now, does?” Yoongi did have a point. You were 19, and honestly you wouldn't say that's a reasonable age to refered to as a grown woman. But still he had a point.

“I mean yeah, I just don't want to severe that connection to her.”

“Yeah but she walks all over you, I just want you to be alright that's all. You know I care about you.”

That could've made you faint with how hard you were swooning. You made a mhmm noise before going silent, maybe you could put some thought into cutting off that tie with your mom.

🎸

As you were getting ready for bed about a week or two later a knock resounded at your window. You walked over and opened the blinds seeing Yoongi. In his iconic leather jacket and black pants. You jumped back, you weren't expecting that at all. You opened the window allowing him to crawl in. “Wow your room is more cozy that I'd expect. Anyways get some clothes on, I got a room somewhere and we're going out.”

“But my mom!?” You whisper yelled.

“Fuck her! I came all this way for you. That means your important to me. Which also means that god damnit we're hanging out tonight!”

“I can't say no to do that I guess.” You slipped on a jacket and a pair of boots. “But we can't go out the front door, Jesus I haven't snuck out since like ever.”

“That was never my plan, we're going out the window.” Yoongi hopped out reaching his hand out to take yours, pulling you out. Your hands held the glass and you slid it down the furthest it would go. That was until you were interrupted by Yoongi pulling you to a motorbike. “I rented it out just for you, I have way more at home. I also just wanted to scare you a bit.”

“Ahh. I'm so scared. Let's go before she looks out the window.”

“Fine fine, hop on.”

🎸

You'd been in his hotel room for quiet a bit by now, just chilling with your idol. It was strange, this was a scenario you could only dream about. Yet it was now your reality, his arm around your waist pulling you in close to him on the couch.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Yoongi moved to where his lips brushed over your ears. You nodded. “I've wanted you so bad ever since I saw you during my set baby.” The way he let the word baby run off his tongue. Your panties instantly got damp. “Would you let me have you?”

“I umm. I haven't done that type of stuff before. I'm still a virgin- Plus I don't want to just be a one night stand thing…”

”Oh so that's the issue… shhhh don't worry, I’m not going to leave you high and dry, haven’t you always wanted to sleep with a rock star? Sleep with me?” Yoongis hand trailed down your chin his smile growing on his face. His thumb pushed down on your bottom lip.

You nodded shyly, watching Yoongi lean in, connecting both of your lips together. You hummed into the kiss, melting instantly. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist pulling you in even closer, both of your bodies heating the room instantly. He pulled away going to latch himself onto your neck, leaving a dark purple mark as he pulled away. “Take off everything, I want to see you.” Yoongi whispered huskily leaning back into the couch. You worked on taking off your clothes standing up to get everything off. Yoongi picked up one of his half burnt blunt and took a deep breath in, smoke billowing out of his mouth. Earlier he'd had this big smoke fest and you could've swore you were contact high at some point.

At this point you were fully naked and were just watching Yoongi slowly take off his shirt and jeans, only leaving himself in a pair of Calvin Kelin boxers, showing his dick imprint. He raised his hand motioning you over, and you did, almost in a trance as he took another hit groaning into the blunt itself. He grabbed your hand pulling you down on the couch and kissed you, pushing smoke into your mouth. You choked and gagged on the secondhand smoke, the experience burning your throat raw. You jerked away coughing harshly, yet Yoongi smirked at you setting the blunt on a ashtray nearby.

“Fuck that hurt huh? I'm sorry baby…” Yoongi said half dazed. “Pull off my boxers baby, I need to feel you.” You stopped heaving to go for Yoongis boxers, collapsing on the floor in front of him. Your knees bruised on impact making you hiss, your fingers hooking onto the band and you slowly pulled them down. His tip was flushed red and pre leaked down his length. Yoongi looked back down at you, hand reaching out to let your head. “Suck it baby.”

“I-I’ve never done this before…”

“That's alright, I can teach you. Wouldn't you like that?”

“Mmm…”

“Kiss the tip.” You reached up and kissed the head of his cock slowly. Yoongi hissed and moaned out his grip on your hair tightened. “Like that, just like that…” The whole experience felt weird, this isn't something that you usually do, your mom for starters wouldn't like this. Yet here you were in front of your dream man and you couldn't feel anything but a harsh distinction from your normal self. Yoongi pulled your hair snapping you out the mindless set of kisses you gave him. “Hey, Hey not to much, now lick the underside, then take it into your mouth.”

“Yoongi, I don't know about this… My mom doesn't even know that I'm out right now.” Yoongis hands went to your cheeks lifting your head up and bringing his down.

“You want this don't you. Don't you want me?”

“I'm just saying-”

“Don't question this, don't question what's destiny baby.” Yoongi let you go grabbing the blunt again. He took a deep puff and blew it on the top of your head, afterwards leaning down and planting a small kiss to the top of your head. Your hands trembled as you took him by the base of his length and licked the underside of his cock. Yoongi groaned and you kept going licking up pre and swirling your tongue around his head. You took a break and came for air. Then you began to take him down your throat. You instantly gagged but Yoongi held your head down, and began to fuck your face feverishly.

You began to beat on his thighs, looking down and seeing bruises beginning to form. But he just kept groaning and fucking your face. “I'm about to cum! I'm gonna fill that fucking face.” And he did, cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off your mouth having a weird cloud like feeling to it. The slime coated your tongue and you tried to scrape the feeling with your teeth. But Yoongi gave you no time to recuperate as he pulls you up by your underarms. He sat you next to him on the couch. His hand sat on your thigh and he leaned over to sit his head on your thighs. Moving your thighs and moved your body to be fully on the couch. He pulled your thighs apart and kissed on them feverishly.

“If I got to cum you gotta cum too baby… I want you to be just as happy as me. Plus I just love eating pussy.” He then dug his face in-between your thighs, kissing and sucking at your bud. You gasped out and bit down on your forearm, trying to keep quiet. But Yoongi looked up and grabbed at you, pulling the arm away. “Make all the noise you want, show me how good I make you feel.” He got back to work and groaned into your cunt. You could feel his tongue prod at your hole, beginning to tongue fuck you. His hands came to rub at your bud pushing you close to your release.

“Yoongi! I'm… I'm gonna-”

“Do it, do it for me.” Yoongi ordered sitting up to look deep into your eyes, his hand pressing down on your mound. You followed close in release, cumming all over his hand. Yoongi brought his hand to his mouth licking at your juices. “Fuck that tastes good.” Yoongi leaned down kissing you again and you looked past his head and saw the clock. It was damn near 2 in the morning. Your mom would definitely realize that you were gone but now.

“I have to get home, probably already knows I snuck out.” By reaching for your phone and looking at all the missed calls and texts from your mother.

Mom: Where are you honey?

Mom: Are you somewhere the house?

Mom: I know you snuck out, you left a damn crack in that window.

Mom: Pick up. The phone.

Mom: I'm not in the mood to play with you.

You freaked out even more slipping on your bra and dropping your phone. “I even smell like sex! I'm-” Tears welled up in your eyes. “She's going to kill me! I don't want to- want to-” You could barely finish your sentence.

“You don't have to go.”

“What… what are you even-”

“You can stay with me, think about it. Free of worries. Hanging with a Rock Star… Don't you want that? You've been wanting that. You told me, you want freedom.” Yoongi only slipped on his boxers and a robe he has strewn out in the room. He made his way over to your worried form. His hands massaged at your shoulders, head falling onto your shoulder. “I have everything ready, I just need your say so.”

He kissed your cheek and and his hands felt at your hips. “Really? You'd do that for me?”

“Really… baby I love you so much all I want is to live with you. Breathe in you. I want you so bad I want to die with you.” Yoongi whispered into your ear. “All that time you spent talking to me I've only fallen further and further in love with you.” He smiled continuing to kiss at your neck.

“I… I guess.”

“Then stop worrying baby, I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you.” Yoongi smiled at you popping off your bra once more. He reached around and gave you his jacket, motioning for you to get back on the couch. In which you did, the stress immediately coming off your back.

Maybe all you had to do was let him take the wheel for once.

🎸

At the airport you stood with Yoongi waiting for his private flight. He kept you close, hand around your waist every once and a while kissing the top of your head.

Yoongi couldn't be more happier. This was such a blissful peace. But his phone rang in his pocket disrupting that peace. “Yes?”

“It's been done boss, no trace of her or her mother.”

“Both are gone, never to be traced again?”

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks knew I could trust you guys.” Yoongi hung up tending back to you.

“Who was that?” You asked.

“Nothing you gotta worry that sweet little head about. Now come on we're going to be late for our flight.”

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jichanxo · 15 days

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storm brewing. [from may/2023]

#sayo yasuda #yasuda sayo #umineko #umineko no naku koro ni #umineko spoilers #wtc #when they cry #jichanart #tw gender dysphoria #tw scars #cw nudity #tw implied genital mutilation #yeah i like drawing yasu but sometimes putting depictions of their body on the internet is uh. difficult #but at the same time i feel like this kind of content is unavoidable #like i definitely exaggerate the scarring but i just want to make their reality very clear #it happened to them and it's something that causes them pain and there isn't much to do but be very blunt about it #anyway hopefully those warnings cover enough #i've been sitting on this one a while because i've felt unsure about how to Post It Appropriately so. i'll just slap a mature tag on it #trying to be careful yknow

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sinnohsiblings · 2 months

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The Aftermath

TLDR: Something happened between Gal and Zeph as a result of poor choices the night before. Zephyr has left to who knows where. This takes place the morning directly after the gala so asks answered that took place after the gala also took place after this. The askbox is open! (Available asks open cast updated) Content warning: Suggestive content under the cut. (Nothing explicit said, but heavily implied)

Last night had been awful...The humiliation the fighting...the drama and gossip that will spread about the absolute disaster it was. Thank creation that her father called the party off early and that her mother was there to reign him in after the mess with Shae. Luckily her friends managed to snatch some of the beverages meant to serve the party and the group retraited to Galadriel's personal quarters to have their own little party with the one of lightweight fairy types of the group tapping out early after 3 glasses. But while Xavier drunkily slept with his head on Yvette's app. Zephyr managed to keep pace with Galadriel, Diva and Yvette. After several hours of the group of friends drinking to forget the night it was inpossible to say if any of them would remember that night. Several hours later rays of light danced through Galadriels bedroom as the void simulated sunrize through her crystaline windows. Like all other mornings in her territory the void was still and for the most part silent. However, Galadriel was woken by an unfamiliar sound of someone breathing beside her her eyes fluttered open and seeing Zephyr snoozing infront of her at first she smiled and tried to go back to sleep before realization spread across her face and her eyes snapped open as she let out a blood curdling shriek jolting the Zacien awake as he looked back at her, coming to the same realization and a look of horror was soon plastered on his face as he screamed back at her in realization of what happened. "OH NO! NO NO NO! FUCKING...WE DIDN'T...I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU LIKE- SON OF A BITCH!" Zephyr barked getting off the bed and quickly cloathing himself. "I AM SO FUCKED! WHAT WILL LORD ABBADON THINK? WHAT WILL THE CROWNEDS THINK?! THEY ARE GONNA DOCK MY BRAIDS!" "Don't freak out! Don't freak out!" Galadriel said trying to calm down the Zacien as she climed out fo the bed, "We're adults, he's not gonna care! We're friends, we got drunk, we got stupid...it was a mistake! don't freak out! Like you said we don't even like eachother like that! Calm down!" "DON'T FREAK OUT?! THIS IS SUCH A VIOLATION OF THE LEGION CODE! FRIENDS OR NOT YOU ARE MY WARD AND THIS IS SUCH A VIOLATION OF OUR CODE OF CONDUCT WHILE ON DUTY!" The Zacien started pacing back and fourth with his tail thrashing with his anxiety "But you weren't on duty! You were a guest! You were with friends! You're not gonna be in trouble!" "The legion isn't gonna see it that way! We are expected to be bound by our duties! Our code of honor is everything! And I basically broke rule number one! That means I can't be your Zacien...i've got to go." The zacien huffed and quickly made his way to the door. "WHAT?! No wait you don't have to leave! Zephyr wait! You aren't gonna get fired for this! Lets just talk it out we can work it out." Galadriel said a bit paniced as Zephyr whipped around "You don't get it! This code is my whole being an I just violated it, I need to go because I have failed in my position! Friends or not, I broke pack law, and I need....I DON'T KNOW WHAT I NEED EXCEPT I DON'T KNOW SPACE TO PROCESS?! For eons I have been understanding of your emotions and beliefs. Understand mine, I need to go...we- I've fucked up..." He sighed before vanishing past the door leaving Galadriel standing in her room. Galadriel (and Zephyr???) are open for asks. The askbox is open.

#tw: alcohol #tw: suggestive #galadrielgiratina #zephyrzacian #plot post #aftermath #sinsibgala #my art #mature content warning #text post

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nicholasbaudelaire · 2 years

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Cosy dinner with the family

Layne Baudelaire

This was a long awaited moment that needed to happen. Since Layne stepped back in foot in town, knowing she would be here longer than just a week, once of her main desires was to fix their family dynamics that existed in their household. Despite her cordial attempt to be in contact with her father while out in Chicago, she knew in her heart it was not even close to enough to the reconciliation she desired from Roman. Nicky was far more forgiving and willing to welcome back the man with open arms so it seemed. On the other hand, Matty seemed to want absolutely nothing to do with the man. Following the recent events and almost losing her father, Layne was encouraged to do a better job at connecting with her father and for her family to find some since of wholeness and resolution to the brokenness that had lingered for so long. Layne and her brothers were all adults now. They had the ability to comprehend things far more convoluted and complicated now and Layne would like to believe they could get over this hurt that had stolen so many years from them as a unit.

The best way to go about this was to get her father in the house before they showed up. Layne couldn't even recall the last time they all sat down and had a meal together, so she was hopeful. Knowing this night would not be drama free, she was just praying they were somewhat closer to bridging the emptiness that had been present since their youth. At the sound of knocking on the door, she quickly ran over from the kitchen, smiling as she saw her father waiting, relieved he did actually show up tonight. "Hey! Come on in." This was the first time he was entering her space and although rather odd, she was thankful that he finally did get a chance to see a glimpse of her beyond the basic knowledge he knew of her and the woman she became. "I'm really glad you showed up. How was your day?" she asked closing the door behind him before leading him into the living room. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Roman Baudelaire

For the first time, Roman was invited to a family dinner. The moment he received the invitation from his daughter, he jumped at the opportunity to join his three kiddos for a meal. However, when the day came the werewolf nearly cancelled with some lame excuse. There was the fear things would spin out of control and he would completely lose all three of them again. Yet, he couldn't hurt his daughter again because of his cowardice.

As he approached the address, he could be seen in his best clothing. The shirt was worn and need of some mending, but it was the best he had. With a small tray in hand, he knocked on the door to be greeted by his beautiful daughter. "Hey Boo," he softly smiled a bit nervous about the whole thing. "Um, I brought a meat and cheese tray. Is that okay?" The man remembered it was customary to bring something to dinners and a bottle of wine seemed like a slap in the face so he went with food instead. "Uh not too bad. Yours?" He questioned awkwardly knowing there was a lot of tension between them. "Do you have sweet tea? If not, black coffee or water will be fine please." Roman looked around, "your brothers gonna be here soon?" He asked curiously. "Oh, do you need help with the meal?"

Nicholas Baudelaire

Nick had arrived not long after Roman, in fact he was coming up from behind his dad's figure, but he stayed just far enough a way to go unnoticed. He was smoking using a vape pen, hoping the minute amount of weed would stop him from feeling like an over excited, over nervous kid that should have had a nap hours ago. He hadn't smoked enough to get high, but just enough to stop him wringing his wrists.

From his vantage point, the wolf watched his father looking... actually rather clean and a little more like the man Nicholas remembered. He exhaled with a small cough. Nick had dressed up for the occasion and was wearing a khaki suit that had some pale pink and yellow floral detailing on the lapel. Beneath it, was a rose satin shirt, that hung a little loose, so he didn't look over dressed, and certainly his long tousled hair tended to prevent him from looking too smart.

The werewolf then slid the vape pen back into his suit jacket pocket and hooted noisily as he hopped up the stairs to Layne's townhouse. Though the door had shut behind Roman, Nick used his spare key to let himself in, and he was first confronted by his father.

"Dad, looking good" Nick grinned, his blue eyes bright with excitement. If her was nervous, it was carefully hidden by the giddiness. Nick reached forwards to pull his dad into a hug - something he realised they hadn't actually done as adults - when his sensitive nose caught a whiff of something... A little awkwardly, the outstretched arms then shifted into a handshake and a friendly pat on his dad's upper arm. "Hey!" he repeated with a hesitant smile before turning to look at his sister "Layne, you look like a fucking movie star as always" With Layne, Nick did envelop her with his big arms, lifting her off the floor.

Matthew Baudelaire

The last to arrive, Matthew’s entrance was further delayed when he pulled up in his car and recognized his father’s truck parked outside of Layne’s house. “You’re fucking shitting me,” he exhaled under his breath as he put the car into park and for a few moments sat in his car with his fingers pressed against his lip, eyes locked on the immobile truck, warring with himself on whether he should just drive away or suck it up and go inside. His eyes glanced toward the front door of Layne’s place, imagining what might be happening on the other side of it. Nicky’s car was outside as well so it seemed the whole family was there already, everyone but him. Were they having a good time? Would his arrival ruin it? Was it tense and awkward? He wasn’t sure which would be better or worse and anxiety riddled his gut, wrenching it horrifically and his appetite now entirely gone with the prospect of seeing his father

He pulled out a cigarette and lit up the end as he inhaled a slow drag and let the smoke stream out from his nostrils. He decided to wait and finish his cigarette before making a decision, trying not to let his anxiety fester but he was struck with his inability to move from his seat as his mind played out every worst case scenario and the worst of all being that somehow his presence was the unwanted one.

Layne Baudelaire

"Oh you didn't have to bring anything, but I appreciate it." Taking the tray out of his hand and placing it on the island counter in her kitchen, she went to fetch him some tea. They were off to a good start. Her father showed up, he was thoughtful and brought something to share, plus he cleaned up nicely which wasn't a requirement whatsoever but she appreciates the effort. "Everything is pretty much done, but thanks." Layne had prepared a spread of some of the dishes she was able to master with a few pieces that her mom would always have during their special meals and celebration. It was always important to her, to keep the memory of her mother alive as much as she possibly could. "Yes, they should be here hopefully in the next ten minutes or I'm gonna ring their necks out," she joked lightly before returning with his drink. "And my day was pretty decent." Beyond the regularities of work, today actually seemed the least stress free it had been in past weeks.

Just like clock work, she heard Nicky come in and as to be expected she was hoisted off the ground. He seriously was taking these werewolf powers to heart and every single time she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the grand hug she was always greeted with anytime they got together. "Thank you Nick," she chuckled as she was placed back down on the ground adjusting her outfit. "Look at you Mr. Suave. Coming from a hot date are we?" Last they talked he was still sorting things out with this girl named Bella. The way he pranced into her home she could only assume all was well with his demeanor. Then again, he always had a strong facade of optimism and making the world see that everything around him was okay and well. Looking down at her phone she could only hope Matty wasn't far too behind and wouldn't be deterred from what would be occurring tonight.

Roman Baudelaire

Once Roman handed over the tray, he stood there quietly with his hands in his pockets. While his daughter fetched him a glass of tea, his eyes wandered around her place curious about her tastes. "Alright, sounds good." Roman sucked in a breath of air before returning a pleasant smile along his lips.

Soon enough, Nicholas entered and Roman. "Peanut," he greeted his son. Just as they were about to hug, Roman noticed the hesitation in his youngest and realized Nicholas could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes shifted a bit, slightly ashamed. For Roman, a shot or two of whiskey was nothing. He just needed it to help soothe his nerves about the evening. Instead, they settled on an awkward handshake and hopefully an understanding of please don't tell your siblings eye glance. Eventually, Roman sat down. "Everything smells good," he told Layne as his eyes kept moving from his daughter to his son. By his knee bouncing up and down and his silence, it was evident he was nervous.

Nicholas Baudelaire

Pity. That's what Nicholas felt for his father in that moment, where they exchanged a glance, and he could see Roman's silent plea for him to stay quiet. Nick gave the worlds smallest nod and said nothing, he would say nothing. He looked like every other sad and sorry junkie and addict that had passed through the ER doors at the hospital, and it made the wolf's heart squeeze painfully. He didn't want to see that when he looked at his dad. He wanted to see the man who used to launch him overhead like he weighed nothing, and who swaggered about the school playground, collecting his kids, making every mother, and the odd father, stare admiringly in his direction.

Fucking adulthood ... the wolf thought with an internal sigh. Realising your parents weren't perfect, and still loving them anyway, that had to be one of the harder lessons of adulthood. That and realising money really didn't grow on trees.

"Why thank you!" Nick grinned, rolling his hand in the air flamboyantly and bowing jokingly to his sister. She was not wrong, Nick really knew how to mask everything with jokes and optimism.

"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't... maybe I have desert all lined up for later" he added mischievously before rounding the dinning table. Of the four seats available, he was about to sit next to Roman, before the sudden visceral image of Matty and Roman sitting opposite one another, Matty scowling, Roman losing patience... it was enough to make the wolf move to sit opposite his dad.

"What about you Layne?" Nick's jovial, loud voice boomed across the room as he addressed his sister, trying his hardest to look at ease, smiling occasionally at his dad then looking away quickly so it didn't look like he was smiling too much. "Any chance Ollie's coming by later, or someone even yummier?"

Matthew Baudelaire

It was quiet in his car as white wisps of savoury smoke filtered slowly out from the slightly opened window and Matthew had taken to watching as the smoke was whisked away by the gentle breeze, trying not to think too much about how the night was ultimately going to go because if he thought too much about it then his anxiety would surely cripple him and he’d simply turn the key and drive away and he didn’t want to do that. Fuck it, he thought as he got out of the car and doused the cigarette butt against the sole of his boot before flicking it away and performed the very average task of walking up to the front door and unceremoniously letting himself inside without a knock as was his usual way when he was expected. Once inside he could already hear the raised voice of his brother who always seemed to forget his base level volume was set to booming and as he rounded the corner toward the dining room the jovial tone aggravated him intensely, feeling very much like he’d walked in on their party only to sour the mood.

“Nick, Layne,” he greeted his siblings with an uncomfortable nod and then glanced toward their father, “The fuck is he doing here? Thought this was supposed to be family night.”

Layne Baudelaire

As her brother and father talked, she began to put the various dishes out on the table next to the kitchen, just happy to have them in their space. Despite the fracture that existed in their family with their relationship to Roman, Layne knew her mom would be proud of them for trying to make amends. Handing her dad the tea she couldn't help but roll her eyes at brother's lack of secrecy.

Nicky always had a way of annoying her but leaving a smile on her face almost every time they were together. He also had away of making the space around her feel light and removing tension from a room. She was only hopefully it would be on full blast tonight. As she continued to put the remainder of the dishes out on the table, she gave her brother a glare at the mention of Oliver. "No. Unlike you lot, my dating life is nonexistent." Roman didn't need to know anything about her love life. Not yet at least. Layne hadn't even told him when she was engaged back in Chicago. Only her brothers knew of that and she wanted to keep it that way. Those were parts of her life she was not privy to sharing with someone she hardly knew.

Just as she placed the last dish on the table, Matthew strolled in and she could already tell he was pissed. Great. At his comment all she could do was give him a death glare to put a lid on it, as to not be ruder than he already was. "Hello to you too." Layne knew this wasn't going to be an easy night but she wanted to at least try. "Come on Matt? Seriously? Don't be an ass." If he continued with these antics she had no problem kicking him out. "Dinner is ready guys."

Roman Baudelaire

For the most part, Roman stayed quiet unsure how to connect with his adult children. A brow lifted at a mention of someone named Ollie, but the man kept his mouth shut figuring it was best not to say anything on the matter or give his two cents. Even if he was not the best father, there still was that paternal instinct of thinking no one could possibly ever be good enough for your little girl. Plus, it meant coming to grips at the fact she wasn't that four year old girl who he would bounce up and down on his knee a different life time ago.

Before he knew it Matthew entered the scene and he felt a slight tightness in his chest. Out of the children, it was clear who resented him the most. "I thought you knew," he softly stated now feeling this was a huge mistake. Roman's dark eyes turned to Layne. "I can go." He offered. Yes, he wanted to be there with all three of them, but he also knew he couldn't handle another fight with Matthew. It was getting a bit too much for him to handle lately.

Nicholas Baudelaire

Nick was tired. Though he rarely showed it, or acted like it, he was fucking tired. He had been through somewhat of an emotional roller coaster in the last few days, and he hadn't fully realised till right then, how much he needed sleep. Dread hit his stomach when Matthew entered the room with a face like a restrained thunder, and instantly threw ice into the already tense atmosphere. It occurred to that perhaps he was too tired for the usual Baudelaire family bull shit. The wolf's shoulders sagged and he was relieved that his sister spoke first. Her intolerance of the nastiness meant he didn't have to defend his dad or back up his brother. He thought for one moment, Layne might be able to handle the two butting balls of the family, but then, their father was offering to leave. Two minutes in. Typical.

"No." Nick finally spoke sounding as weary as he felt "No, Layne cooked for us. We'd never leave mums table without eating and thanking her for the time she spent making the it, so we're going to afford Layne that same respect."

It was odd to speak about their mum in front of Roman, and Nick sensed that. Never the less, he ploughed on, jutting his chin out and looked over at his older brother. Despite his stern words, when he looked over at Matthew, he was clearly trying to look bright again.

"Bro you look good, but not nearly as muscly as me, so come sit your ass down and get some protein in there!"

The words were teasing, normal, but his face did not exhibit it's usual playful mirth. There was a strain there.

Matthew Baudelaire

Truth be told Matthew was also exhausted. He was tired of being angry all the time, tired of feeling on edge, tired of feeling like he had to deal with the tumultuous chaos that his father kept inviting into his life. A lot of it was his own doing but he laid a lot of the blame on his father’s shoulders for having caused it in the first place. Before he started trying to forcibly insert himself into their lives things had been good and calm and now it seemed that calm had been shattered. Even now, what would have normally been a chilled out dinner with his siblings was now a tense and awkward situation thanks to the introduction of their father being present. He looked between Nicky and Layne, trying not to let their obvious agitation feed into his growing anxiety that it was him causing the discord so he steeled his emotions, sucked in a breath and sat down beside Nicky quietly because no way in hell was he going to sit next to Roman. In fact, he decided then and there not to engage with him for the duration of the dinner. He could at least be civil enough to try and not poke the proverbial bear that was their father for the sake of his siblings. If they wanted to sit together and pretend to be all buddy buddy they could do that but it only emphasized the growing disconnect Matthew was beginning to feel of being the only one not able to move on or play pretend.

Layne Baudelaire

"It's fine, everyone is staying. I didn't burn myself for nothing, now let's eat!" Layne could understand there was a different perspective each of the siblings had towards Roman. Nicky was far more optimistic than the two of them, Layne just wanted peace and to actually build a relationship, whereas Matthew probably would have been content without any involvement. She was just thankful Nicky said something, let alone bring the thought of their mother in the atmosphere. Layne wholeheartedly believed Carina would want them to figure this out.

They didn't need to be one happy family, but they should at least be able to converse without tension when in a room together. Although, they had varying views and stances towards the man, she thoroughly believed that it wouldn't do them any good long term to actually live their lives without Roman's involvement. Let alone in a town that they were all in. People would be able to read through the bullshit sooner or later.

Sitting next to her father, she began scooping some salad onto her plate before passing the dish his way. Now that they were seated all the conversation topic starters she had ran through in her head completely went out the window and if it weren't for the soft music playing in the background this would have just been incredibly awkward. "So, what you two losers get up to today?" she asked looking over at her brothers. Nicky would be reliable. Matthew, she wasn't sure what she'd get from him if anything at all.

Roman Baudelaire

During times of distress, Roman would turn to alcohol. Right now, with the hostility he felt radiating off Matthew he wanted to drink and he hated himself that his mind kept doing math in his head on when he could get his next drink after he leaves there for the evening. The mention of Carina stung, he lowered his head as his mind went back to his wife. Went back to the family meals that Nicholas mentioned. Swallowing the lump in his throat he looked around at everyone.

When Layne settled down next to him, he offered a smile. "Thanks Boo," he commented as he stared down at the salad. Since his turn into a werewolf and the fact he was adamantly working on putting himself into an early grave, he didn't eat veggies that were not fried. However, as an act of good faith and knowing how much Nicholas wanted to see him take better care of himself he placed some of the greens on his plate.

Nicholas Baudelaire

Nick smiled when Matthew sat next to him and made a mental note to rugby tackle the man into a hug later on before sharing his vape pen. Boy deserved it. The wolf felt a burst of warmth towards both his siblings. It wasn't easy for them, he knew that, but Layne was trying to work things out, or at least move past them, and Matty was... well, he was seated; that was something.

At Layne's question, Nick beamed.

"Well, I finished a shift this morning. Found a vampire who was still infectious for tuberculosis just not suffering from symptoms! He wasnt suffering, but still infectious" Nick's grin might have seemed a little jarring considering the context, but the wolf had always wanted to specialise in epidemiology in supernaturals, but his gift kept him tied to the ER, so being able to help diagnose a creature with a disease they should have naturally rejected the instant they turned was ... thrilling. "So, that was exciting!"

The wolf's blue eyes landed on Roman's plate of green and he felt another squeeze. He was filling his dad's fridge with all things green and fresh but hadn't been to optimistic that Roman was actually eating it. Seeing the older man opt for salad gave Nick a little burst of hope and so in solidarity he too began piling his plate with greens. Not that Nick wouldn't demolish the other dishes too, this was only his first serving after all.

"What about you guys?" he asked, offering the question to the table rather generally.

Matthew Baudelaire

“Didn’t realize vampires could have tuberculosis,” Matthew commented in regard to Nicky’s excited proclamation. “Good job, Nicky,” he said to the younger, more excited male as Matthew proceeded to fill his plate with a portion of everything that Layne had laid out on the table. Matthew snuck a sideways glance at Roman as if to gauge internally how much he was willing to say to his siblings about what he’d been up to now that their father was present and then looked away toward Layne, “I had my last shift at The Cage that ended this morning,” his shift usually ended around three in the morning, “And then I just had a few classes and spent the afternoon helping build a greenhouse for the community garden.”

Layne Baudelaire

Passing the various dishes around, she was hoping even if all else failed, at least they would be satisfied with the meal she prepared for them. If anything, she had a talent for pastries and was hoping that the a strawberry cheesecake waiting in the fridge for them would be a high point if nothing else. However, time would only tell how long this would go before food was being tossed at one another or more like between Matthew and their father.

"That's gross Nicky. I honestly don't know how you do that." The clean-freak in her could only hope her brother showered five times and sanitized everything around him prior to coming to her apartment. It was commendable, but with zero interest in medicine, Layne would prefer to look the other way. "You're turning into a green thumb now Matty? I hope to see produce on my doorstep weekly then." It was an interesting transition, but she was happy to know her brother was moving onto new opportunities beyond The Cage. Even from a far in the northeast, she always did her best to keep tabs on her brothers and the things happening in her life. Some days she was filled with regret for not being with them 24/7, but she'd like to think if she stayed in Opulence all that time she would not be the woman she was today. "I worked, almost had an aneurysm, and then went shopping and almost fought a lady over the last box of strawberries, so that was fun!"

Roman Baudelaire

With this being the first family dinner he has had in over fifteen years, Roman was desperate for this evening to go well. The man was still rattled with nerves as his knee continued to bounce up and down under the table as he started to eat his meal and listen to the three children converse about their week. It was nice, just being included and getting to be around all of them.

A smile formed hearing about Nicholas's catch at the hospital. Everything good that came from Nicholas came from his mother and that was a gift all unto itself. Some part of him thought about complimenting his son in his achievement, but stayed quiet. When Matthew chimed in, his eyes went over to his eldest and was stunned to hear he quit The Cage. It was a place they had in common and now they didn't. But even Roman had to admit that was probably for the best. "Classes?" The words piqued Roman's interest curious if it was college related. "Uh, nevermind." He quickly added, knowing Matthew wouldn't have anything to say to him anyway. And then his baby girl spoke and he softly smiled and chuckled at the idea of Layne tackling an old lady. "Guessin' you got the strawberries in the end?"

Roman continued with his meal, "everything taste amazing Boo, thank you." The werewolf's eyes glanced back down at his plate as he ate. There was a part of him that thought very briefly to say something, but he was positive whatever he asked or said would be the wrong thing. Yet despite his nervousness and questioning himself, he did open his mouth. "You have a nice place Boo Bear, you did really good for yourself."

Nicholas Baudelaire

Nicholas grinned, exposing all his white teeth at Matthew's comment.

"They can't, and they're rarely carriers, so it was exciting... if dangerous for warm bodies" he added, forcing himself to look a little more serious as technically, the the vampire had been a threat to even himself. Still, it was hard not to get excited about diseases... for Nick anyway. "Thanks buddy!" The wolf poured himself a glass of water, which he drained loudly before attacking his bed of leaves. He had his heart set on the pie and so was making quick work of clearing his plate.

Nick listened as his brother detailed his morning, he could picture his brother in the community gardens, elbow deep in dirt and shrubbery. It was such a calming image that it made him smile to think of his brother enjoying such a normal, soothing hobby.

When Layne passed around the dishes Nick quickly accepted and loaded a huge portion of food onto his now empty plate and began wolfing it down with relish.

Nicky's sister's opinions on his work always made him feel surprisingly heroic, it made him feel accomplished, like he was doing something no one else could - despite the many doctors he worked alongside - so he grinned gleefully at Layne.

Nick whooped at the description of Layne's battle with someone over strawberries and her clapped.

"Of course she won, our girl's got bite!" Nick joked loudly, though his confidence in Layne was resolute. At the word bite he gnashed his teeth at his older sister and continued eating happily. All was going well, he thought, they were all talking, there was food, everything was good!

Matthew Baudelaire

His cold eyes glanced toward Roman who voiced some vague interest in the fact he was taking classes but noted that the older man quickly seemed to drop the subject. It kind of shocked him how at ease his siblings seemed to be right now, particularly Nicky, who was his usual high energy self, joking and exclaiming and laughing as if everything was fine. Technically, everything was fine, it just didn’t feel like it for Matthew, who couldn’t seem to shake the bitter taste growing at the back of his throat as he kept catching sight of his father and sight alone was usually enough to agitate him so the addition of hearing him speak was like nails on a chalkboard. Even Nicky’s good attitude was feeling like an offense. Was this how it was going to be from now on? They were just going to invite him back into their lives as if nothing had happened over the last few years? He’d stopped eating at this point, just pushing food around on his plate with his fork as his jaw clenched and worked visibly, perhaps those with advanced hearing could hear the grinding of his teeth.

“I can’t do this,” he finally said with a seething exhale between the bars of his teeth, “I’m not pretending to be some fucking happy family as if he hadn’t left us for the last sixteen years,” he could almost hear a high pitched tone resounding in his ears as he looked between his siblings as if to ask with his incredulous eyes how they could manage to forgive a man who had abandoned them when they’d needed a father most, how could they want to have a relationship with a man who time and again picked alcohol and drugs over his own family. There was pain in his eyes, hurt and anger but also a hint of envy which only fueled his other emotions, because how were they capable of moving on from all the hurt while he still felt trapped in it.

Layne Baudelaire

"Thanks dad," she said rather softly at the compliment. Layne had always tended to be one who despite her high achieving nature remained incredibly bashful. It was nothing beyond what she was able to afford and she figured it was suitable to her needs and a reflection of the time and energy she's put into herself, career, and life overall. If anything, she'd hope the place made him realize the capabilities of his children and that they were well sufficient without him. However, it did not replace or fill the void that her life was good enough. There was still that lingering piece and she could only hope in due time that the hole would be filled to some degree, if not entirely.

At the sound of Matthew, she quickly looked over to him placing her fork down glaring at him. Layne knew the shift was coming, but being twenty minutes into dinner she was hoping it would have waited a little longer. There were always general conversation at dinners and she figured it was in the best interest of everyone to ease into the conversation seeing how long it had been since they all sat at a table together. Letting out a sigh of frustration she looked over at Matthew, "Do you really think we're all fucking naive? We're trying Matt. Yes, he's been gone for the past sixteen years, and quite frankly we've done rather well for ourselves considering the circumstances, but that does not negate the fact that we can't make the decision for ourselves to move beyond that." Everyone here at the table was an adult and capable of making their own decisions. Layne understood that the three had been a tight-knit unit and Matthew was the ring leader of that. However, Layne never wanted to just be the girl whose mother died tragically and whose father was the drunkard and butt of a joke. It's what made her want to leave Opulence to escape the false narrative beyond the perception that people held of their family. "If you don't want to be here Matt, you can leave."

Roman Baudelaire

Despite Matthew's cold shoulder, everything seemed to be going well. Both Nicholas and Layne were being cordial, talking and even Matthew said a few words. Roman for the most part kept to himself, saying a few things here and there. But trying desperately to watch what he said as not to offend anyone or cause a scene. Yet, he felt the presence of Matthew's cold eyes on him and he could hear his son's heartbeat, breathing and grinding of the teeth and he knew the bubble was about to burst.

Roman turned his head away from the children, unable to look at any of them in the eyes as he spoke. The ache in his chest was getting tighter and the urge for a drink was getting stronger. Roman needed something in his system. Anything to help dull the pain.

"No," Roman softly said as he used the table to help push him up in a standing position. "I--I uh, um." Words were difficult as he looked at the three of them. "He should stay, I should go." It made the most sense. Matthew in many ways was a second dad to them and he didn't want to create a wedge between his children. The man desperately wanted to be part of their lives, but maybe that was selfish on his end. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took on a ragged breath. "I'm sorry. I uh, I'll see you around."

Nicholas Baudelaire

"Well that lasted all of five minutes..." Nick muttered when Matthew lost it, shovelling one last mouthful of pie into his mouth and chewing. He focused on his clenched fists as Matty spoke, he knew the minute he looked at his older brother or his dad his heart would break and he wouldn't be able to finish the mouthful.

When the wolf did finally look up, hefin first exchanged a wide eyed intense look with Layne before turning to face his brothers' look. Yep, there it was - that look of hurt and anger, and what Nicholas read as betrayal. When he dragged his blue eyes to then look at Roman, he swallowed hard. The man went back to looking like the sad, small creature that had replaced his dad, and it hurt.

Layne's speach was a little surprising. Kind of enlightening, but it was also so far removed from the subjective pain the three men bore. Layne had left, she had gotten away, she hadn't sat in the mess, had to hear about her dad's behaviour and actions, all the while knowing he lived three miles away and never bothered to stop by. Layne had the bliss of ignorance from not having kept tabs on their father's boozy antics and sad living arrangements. He was happy for her, she sounded... healthy, mature, grown. But her family just wasn't there. If he was honest with himself - which he never was - Nick would have realised, even he wasn't there.

"Oi!" Nick finally snapped at his father's offer to leave "You don't get to walk out the instance one of us expresses an emotion, that's not how family is!" despite his desperation to reconnect with their father, Nick was scowling at Roman. His fists were clenched so hard that the glass in his hard cracked, and he quickly released it knocking the glass over, spilling the last dregs of water over the table. He hastily wiped the small pool of water with a napkin, before looking at Roman with a softer expression "Please, don't go... we haven't even had desert!"

At that Nick looked over at his brother and began to stand.

"Let's go get that desert, eh?" he offered, lifting his bushy brows as if to indicate that he wanted more than cheesecake.

Matthew Baudelaire

Matthew knew he was alone in his feelings but knowing so didn’t make the slap of his sister’s words any less biting when she told him he could leave. He’d felt apprehensive about this from the start, the moment he pulled up in his car and saw Roman’s truck parked outside he knew it would be him to ruin the night, made worse when he realized he'd been the only onw who hadn't known Roman was going to be there and like a self fulfilled prophecy it was happening right before his eyes but he was too far gone now to retract the wrecking ball as it plowed through the dining room, reaching a point the moment Roman started to stand. Matthew stood from his chair so rapidly he knocked against the side of the table and his chair skidded backward as he glowered with surprising intensity at the older man, “You sit back down and stay. For once in your goddamn life don’t run away.”

He looked at Nicky's pleading expression when he suggested they get the dessert from the kitchen but he shook his head in an action that was so minute it would easily be missed. “You heard Layne,” he said, voice flat as he pulled his chair against the side of the table where he had once been sitting, “I’ve been excused,” his tone accusatory as he moved around Nicky’s bulky frame and headed for the door. He tried not to slam the door shut behind him but it perhaps sounded like a hard slam either way and the cool air immediately greeted his too hot face, flooded with emotions that he worked to quell. His rapid stride carried him to the side of the road where he sat on the curb in the quiet expanse of the outside and smoked, filling his lungs until his head felt light and the tightness of his chest was a little less noticeable. Fuck.

Layne Baudelaire

Layne knew what she said to him was harsh and from Matthew's reaction there was a slight part of her that wished she could retrieve those words. However, it didn't make it any less true. They all had various perceptions of her father and Layne certainly would not say her eldest brother's perspective was not invalid. Matthew had to take on more than herself or Nick combined. Thrust into this role when he still himself was a kid, in hopes that they would not be defeated by the curveballs life continued to throw at them. However, Nicky and Layne both were doing well for themselves. Matthew did far more than he needed too and they turned out okay. Layne wished he would let go and just take on peace for his own life. As she watched her brother walk out, she ran a hand over her face before getting up. "I'm gonna go check on him, you guys can help yourself to the cheesecake and whatever else is in the kitchen," she responded offering a soft smile to Roman and Nicky before heading outside.

Taking a seat next to her brother, she brought her legs close to her chest, before placing her head against her knees looking over at him. Matthew changed. Layne could see in his eyes and on his face. There was a sense of weariness and exhaustion etched over his body and clearly his mind."What gives Matt? Why are you so dead set against forming any type of relationship with him?"

Roman Baudelaire

It frustrated Roman to think Nicholas thought he was trying to take the coward's way out this time. In reality, Roman just wanted to avoid a fight or cause issues between his children. After all, he done enough of that when he disappeared.

Matthew startled him with his words. If it were anyone but his child saying that to him, he would have knocked out the person's teeth without a second thought. However, it really unnerved him seeing Matthew in such a state and he eased back down in the chair without a word as he watched everything take place and Matthew storm out the front door.

When Layne spoke and headed after Matthew, Roman remained quiet. The usual appetite he had was gone and all he could think about was his next fix. Just something to help as his hand started to shake, causing him to move it to his thigh so Nicholas wouldn't notice.

Nicholas Baudelaire

Nicholas stared after his brother's figure, still half standing, and didn't even flinch when the door slammed behind him. When Layne said she was going to go after him, Nick almost pleaded with her to stay. He suddenly didn't want to be left alone with his dad. In all of their recent encounters, Nick had always been a kind of peace keeper, somewhat removed from the situation because of that role. Having snapped at his dad, and then been left alone to sit with him left Nicholas feeling unsure.

Nick didn't look at Roman as he stiffly straightened up and began slowly, and clumsily clearing plates. Though he had eaten a fair amount in the short amount of time, Nicholas could see that Layne's and Matthew's plates were only half eaten, so he carried their plates out into the kitchen where he could leave them on the side. When he returned with the cheesecake and several plates, Nick's face was still somewhat unreadable. His eyes were glassy and his lips were set into a firm line. His father's heartbeat seemed as loud as a drum and the constant shaking or moving Roman's was doing were all indicators of his addiction and even though Nick was a doctor, even though he understood the symptoms, he just wanted to shout at Roman to sit fucking still.

Instead, Nick sat down, dumped the cheesecake in the centre of the table and placed the dishes and cake knife next to it. When he poured himself a glass of water, he poured one for Roman too and said very quietly.

"Would a beta blocker help?" he didn't meet his fathers' eyes when he offered the medication, he kept his blue gaze on the swirling colours of pink and crème in the cheesecake. He was pretty sure his dad would say no, shrug it off, and Nick didn't want to show his irritation when he did.

Matthew Baudelaire

"Why?" Matthew repeated her question to him with genuine surprise, granted she'd been in Chicago for the bulk of their adult lives but she'd been there for the entirety of their youth and experienced the same things. Except that wasn't entirely true afterall. Matthew had made sure that his younger siblings didn't experience the same things he had seen. He tidied away the empty bottles, poured drinks down the drain, shooed them to the other room when Roman got drunk and erratic, carried the bulk of the struggle on his too young shoulders and told them nothing of the night Roman had hurt him. So he sat there and did the same thing as he always did, smoked and said, "He doesn't deserve it. He can't just decide when to be a father because it's most convenient for him now." He swept his tongue across his lips and looked out across the road, "What's the point of having kids if you don't stick by them when it gets hard. I'm not going to let him walk back into my life as easily as it was for him to leave it."

Layne Baudelaire

Layne's heart tightened as she heard the pain through her brother as he protested against any idea or notion of having a relationship with Roman. In part she understood it, Layne had always been an observant kid and she wasn't clueless to the efforts of her brother to keep her and Nicholas out of harms way. Matty had painted a pseudo imaginary world around them so they wouldn't have their innocence completely stolen as children when they were growing up. However, despite the efforts, Matthew couldn't protect them from everything.

"You're harboring something Matty. I don't know what that is but I'm afraid it's going to eat you alive," Layne said rather frankly. From the moment he stepped into her home she could feel the tension quickly enter the room. Their clearly was history and animosity towards each other and she was not clear as to where that stemmed from. The bitterness and disdain he held towards Roman was deafening. "You're allowed to feel whatever you want towards him, fine. But I can't just sit by and not fucking try. There was a reason mom married this man and I'd like to believe whoever that person was still exists." If he does exist, Layne wanted to know more about him. They didn't just draw father's day cards and go out for ice cream on special days for nothing.

Roman Baudelaire

The eldest Baudelaire remained seated, he would have offered to help clear the table, but he was not sure if it would have been welcomed. Instead, he just sat there quietly trying to push through his own little crisis as his body was giving him away. Of all the children to be left alone with, Nicholas could hear Roman's body betraying him. The young wolf could smell the scent of perspiration taking place as small beads of sweat started to form along Roman's forehead and neck.

As Nicholas returned with the dessert and plates, Roman didn't say anything until his son poured a glass. "I'm fine," he responded in an exhausted breath as he lifted the glass, his hand still shaking as he took a sip. Although, logically he knew Nicholas could tell what was taking place with his wolf senses and medical training. Roman didn't want to admit something was wrong or that he needed help. So he remained quiet as he waited for Layne to return.

Nicholas Baudelaire

Nick nodded once. His father had rejected the medication, just as he had expected him to, but he wasn't annoyed now, just weary. He whipped his phone out of hic pocket to check the time, then placed the phone down on the table by his place setting.

"You doing okay?" he eventually asked, unsure if he could cope with the continued silence. He was viscerally aware of his father's physical struggles, and even if he hadn't been the older wolf's son he would have pitied the man. Nick pushed the napkin at Roman's side towards him with tis knuckles, as if to indicate Roman might use it to dap at some of the perspiration. "Matty just needs a minute" Nick said without much conviction. He wasn't sure what his brother needed, but it was for damn sure more than a minute.

Matthew Baudelaire

Once again Matthew was all astonishment at her words, the disconnect between her experience and his own was so jarring that he felt absolutely certain there would be no agreement met between them. Nicky at least understood it more, maybe because he’d been here while Layne had left. Matthew naturally felt himself closer to his brother because they’d stuck by each other through thick and thin. He still felt close with his sister but there was no denying there was a slight degree of separation and he was suddenly made very aware of that fact.

“The man mom married died in the war,” Matthew said to her with a sideways glance that was very cool and flat, all seriousness and dark, “If you’re waiting for him to reappear you’ll be waiting forever.” That was an absolute certainty. “You can choose to try if you want but you didn’t even give me a choice. You didn’t tell me he was going to be here. I was fucking blindsided, Layne … but if you want to reconnect with him then I won’t stop you,” he swallowed hard and tapped a finger against the side of the cigarette to dispense some ash that rained down on the concrete between his feet. “Go back inside,” he said to her softly, lips pressed against the filter of his cigarette, “I’m just going to finish this and then I’ll go back in.”

Layne Baudelaire

Layne believed that people were redeemable. That past actions could be rectified by intentions and actions in the future. Roman would never be found in the position he once was before her innocence and youth was tragically taken away. However, she'd like to think there had to be some redemptive qualities that existed. Otherwise, if Roman truly did not care, he would not have showed up at all. Letting out a deep sigh at her brother's comment at blindsiding him she looked ahead. "That was the only way to get you here. If I had told you before you would have shutdown the idea immediately," she said. Layne wanted to know what it was and she was angry with him for not letting her know. If she was family, she should be trusted with his thoughts or at least she thought it was. Perhaps it was simpler back then. "Whatever," she said softly before heading back into the townhome.

Opening the door, she looked over at her brother and father sitting at the table. Layne really could use some wine right now but didn't want to tempt her father with any alcohol. "I hope you guys saved me a slice!" she said plastering on a smile before walking over to join them. Taking a seat, she looked them both in the eyes with a slight shrug, "Can't really say if he'll actually come back in or not. I'm sorry."

Roman Baudelaire

The man looked at his son pushing the napkin towards him, there was a sense of embarrassment as he lifted it and pressed it against his forehead to get rid of the sweat. "I'm okay," he lied to his boy. At the mention of Matthew, all he could do was nod. Matthew and his relationship were far more complicated and he wasn't sure of his eldest would come back.

A sigh of relief left his lips as he heard the door and Layne stepped inside. As she placed a smile on her face, Roman tried to smile but was unable to. "It is okay, he has his reasons." He simply stated. "I'm gonna have to head out soon, work and all." Which would have been true the night before, but what he really needed was to leave before the signs of his withdrawals started to become clearer.

Nicholas Baudelaire

Nick grimaced in sympathy at Layne. She had gone into the evening with such good intentions, had worked hard on the food and had tried to calm the waters. It wasn't her fault that Matty and Roman had so many secrets and anger between them that they couldn't move forward.

The wolf looked past Roman and tried to peer out of the window to spy his brother. It just didn't feel right having him outside, while they were all inside, it felt somehow like Nick was betraying him by stayed seated next to his sweating and shaking father. Yet if felt wrong to abandon the man who was not only struggling internally, but also externally. None of this stress could be good for his blood pressure, Nick knew that much.

Torn, Nick's heart gave a painful thump and he pressed his hand to his lips while Roman stated he should be getting going soon. The child in him wanted Roman to stay but the adult, the doctor, the brother, knew Roman needed to leave.

"I'll pack you up some left overs and cheesecake to take away" Nick said, leaping to his feet again. He didn't need to check with Layne, he was always stealing food, and he knew exactly where her Tupperware could be located in the kitchen. The wolf was eager to avoid looking into his dad's sorrowful face, as well as eager to make the house a safe space for Matty to re-join. It felt like his heart was tearing in two, and Nick just wanted to change and run and howl until it felt a million miles away.

Matthew BaudelaireToday at 01:29

Once alone, Matthew took the silence of the evening to collect himself and remind himself that he wanted to be better than their father who had disappointed him so many times that he no longer believed there was any hope for a reconciliation at this point. He was too far gone, knew too much, kept too much inside of himself but Nicky and Layne still seemed hopeful and as much as it hurt Matthew to know that his efforts to fill the gap of a missing parent from their lives weren't ever going to be enough, he ultimately would do whatever they wanted to make them happy. So he finished off his cigarette with one final stream of smoke that got carried away by the gentle breeze and then headed back inside.

His steps were measured, careful as he rounded the corner that led to the dining room and quietly took in the atmosphere, Nicky bustling in the kitchen, Layne sat at the table and Roman beside her shaking like a leaf that might get blown away at any moment. It was honestly pretty pitiful. He supposed a part of him felt bad for the part he had played in it but not entirely, mostly he felt bad for having messed up the moment for Layne and Nicky but since he didn't know what to really say he just kept quiet.

Layne BaudelaireToday at 02:17

This entire evening had gone to shit. Layne knew that trying to mend her family after all this time and being gone would be a challenge. However, in this moment she felt defeated and preferably just wanted everyone to go home at this rate. In her good conscious she knew she tried and that's all she could do. The pallor on her father was worrisome, Nicky was still trying to keep a semblance of this shattered puzzle together, and Layne wouldn't be surprised if Matty smoked his lung out until he couldn't no more.

"Thanks for coming," Layne said offering a weak smile as she stood up from the table and began to collect the plates to take back into the kitchen. The trio did not feel as strong as it once had and maybe that was her own undoing. Nonetheless, a nice that started with hope, now felt incredibly hopeless and she was done. "You can help yourself to whatever else is in the kitchen, I'm gonna call it a night," she said to her dad placing a hand against his shoulder before following Nicky into the kitchen to say goodnight. With no words for Matthew, as he entered she walked right passed him towards her bedroom, closing the door behind her, wishing this night never happened to begin with.

Roman BaudelaireToday at 02:39

Initially, when Roman agreed to the dinner he thought all three children agreed to it or he would have never came in the first place. The man thought it was a good place to start mending things, but just in the small amount of time of being there it only reaffirmed Roman's fear that things would always be broken and that guilt solely rested on his shoulders. Matthew could not stand being in the same room as him, Layne tried her best to play peacemaker and Nicholas tried to take care of him and was being torn between Matthew and and his father. A part of him wondered if his children were better off without him. They had to be right? All he has done since returning was fail them.

As his daughter squeezed his shoulder, his eyes started down at the floor. "I'm sorry, Boo" he murmured knowing sorry simply was not good enough, but there was no amount of apologies that could even cover a fraction of what he has done to children. As Layne headed to her room, Roman looked at Nicholas and Matthew. He had no idea what to even say, he felt defeated. "Take care of each other. I uh," he turned his head as he took in a breath, trying his best to keep his emotions in tact. "I'm gonna go."

Roman swallowed thickly as he started heading towards the door without the food Nicholas packed for him, his joints aching. Outside, he slowly inhaled the night air as he made his way to his truck. As he slid into the front seat, he slammed his head back into the padding as he squeezed onto the truck wheel until his knuckles were white. "Fuck" he mumbled. Angry with himself for allowing himself a glimmer of hope. Roman closed his eyes and reached for his flask that he had in the glove department and opened it as he took a long swing as he remained parked outside.

Nicholas BaudelaireToday at 03:08

Nick was making somewhat of a mess in the kitchen. While he was the connoisseur of stealing food and packing it away, once he had put to one side some food for Roman and had tried to start tidying, he'd managed to chip one plate and somehow dropped several items of food onto the floor - the subsequent cleaning of which resulted in further smearing.

Listening to the heartbeats in the other room meant he was aware of Matthew's returning prescience even before he came through the front door. He turned to greet his brother with a nod of what he hoped looked like solidarity. He had given Layne's hand a squeeze before she left the kitchen and watched her disappear up the stairs, walking past Matthew without so much as a word.

"Okay dad" Nick offered Roman a smile and was about to grab the packed food for him, but his dad was already turning on his heal and leaving. Still holding a couple of tupperware containing the food, Nick wondered over to the window and looked out, watching the retreating figure of his dead walking away and getting into his car. He didn't need to tap into his wolf senses to hear what Roman was doing, he could see the man sitting in his car looking deeply unhappy before reaching for the flask. At that point Nick turned to look at matthew with a miserable expression.

Matthew BaudelaireToday at 07:00

Well, that was horrible and after the only two left were Matthew and Nicky, Layne having retreated to her room and Roman left without even taking what remained of the meal, Matthew's guilt only grew ten fold and he regretted coming back into house and regretting showing up at all. He should have left the moment he recognized Roman's truck in the drive, maybe then at least Layne and Nicky could have had a decent evening without him in it. The eldest sibling caught the look on Nicky's expression when he finally turned toward him with a black pit fully formed in his gut. He couldn't hold his brother's eyes for long before he diverted his gaze away as he heaved out a heavy breath, "I'm sorry, Nicky."

Nicholas BaudelaireToday at 20:56

The problem with family is that no matter how much pain they cause you, even when they're driving the knife into your heart, you feel guilty that they have to bare whiteness to the turning of the blade, and the pain in your eyes as they do it.

It was why he rarely showed Roman his disapproval. It was why when he wanted Matt to play happy families Matt wouldn't, Nick felt guilty for showing his disappointment. Hell, it was why he had smiled when Layne had initially told him she was moving away, despite the fact that it felt like another family member was choosing to leave him.

When Matty turned to his brother and averted his gaze from Nick's deflated expression, Nick felt that familiar wrench of guilt. It wouldn't take much for the members of his family to feel some sort of guilt, and think removing themselves from the situation was the "right" thing to do, and the day Matty or Layne, or Roman made that "selfless" decision loomed over the wolf like a perpetual dark cloud.

Nick sighed and waved away his brother's apology. It wasn't Matthew's fault that he had been unable to put on a brave face and pretend. It wasn't Roman's fault that he had been all but chased from the table. It wasn't Layne's fault that her efforts at peace keeper had been futile. So much of this seemed out of their hands, and yet Nick was acutely aware that all of them were never far from taking said matters into their own hands for what they perceived to be the greater good.

"Don't be" Nick said with a shrug, moving away from the window, dumping the Tupperware of food on the table. "Let's go smoke".

There wasn't much that Nick could do to heal the wounded hearts of their family, but offering them reprieve while in his company, that Nick could and would always do. And selfishly so. Why make it easy for any of them to leave when he was so chill to hang out with, right?

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