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“Morning Xaxi.”

You grumbled, as you got comfortable on your mauve, patterned couch.  “...mmrning Karma.”

Your gaze became heavy, as you looked at the date. It was Sunday morning, 11:37 AM. Today’s forecast was sunny, albeit cloudy – but your temperament said otherwise. After all, Sunday was a warning sign, an auspice to the dreaded whirlwind that was Monday.

But maybe not all hope was lost. You could save the date with a little optimism, by “visiting your mother” your notifications said. You pursed your lips, uncomfortable at its humanly response. It was better to ask the human in the room.

“Karma McShawarma.” You began to laugh. “I need your advice.”

“Oh yeah?” His back was towards you, heating up your leftovers in the microwave. Normally, he would be more hands-on with your meals, but I suppose even he was tired from the long week. 

“I’m all ears. Let’s see what Mr. Karma McShawarma can do.”

You scoffed, ducking your head in embarrassment. With what little energy you had, you placed your knees on the couch, your arms pressed against the back cushions. 

“What do you think about us driving to my mom?” 

Karma tensed, his burly arms clutching the ends of the kitchen island. “Depends. You’d think she’d approve of me?”

“With the way you spoil me?” You let out another scoff, plopping off the couch. “Damn right she’d approve.”

Karma reciprocated a chuckle, his arms stretched out wide as you went in for a hug. His body was warm, ticklish, and pleasant. Just as easily, you snuggled into his chest, while he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I just…It’s been a while, you know?”

His hands drew painfully slow circles along your back, as if deep in thought. You paused yourself, letting the silence flow. 

Silence, as you’ve come to learn, was both an intentional and an instinctual part of Karma’s identity. Whilst previous partners weaponized their silence, Karma’s was…neutral, and even amicable at times. Often, many would comment that he was cheating on you, or that he was unsatisfied in the relationship. But when you shared your concerns, Karma simply shook his head.

“My silence is not my way of hurting you, (Y/N).”

“My silence is my way of reaching you.”

You’ve…never heard such a thing in your life.

But…it was…

Something new. A good kind of new.

“Xax…” Karma was stroking your hair, trying not to laugh. “You’re falling asleep.”

“Oh.” You haphazardly broke the hug; his chest was way too good of a pillow. “Sorry.”

“No worries. But remember…” He murmured, kissing both of your palms. “It’s completely up to you.”

You nodded, eternally grateful of how patient and caring he was. Just by the affection, you had almost forgotten the question that escaped your lips.

“Babes…sorry for the sudden change of topic.” Your eyes focused on the microwave. “But what was your mom like?”

“My mom?” He laughed nervously.

Don’t let them know. 

“I told you, my parents died in a gas explosion.” He paused, as if testing the words out. It’s been a while since he lied to you. “You know, poor plumbing practices.”

“But…” You sighed. “I’m sure that even in your teens you would’ve known them, right?”

“Unless you’re…hiding something from me?” 

This was it; he knew that this was your breaking point. Any further deflections would cause you to investigate - which would inevitably put you in danger.

“....Well…” He went on.

Suddenly, the microwave let out its piercing sound, indicating that the food was done and ready to go. Maybe, just maybe, you casually forget about that one little topic about –

“Perfect!” You beamed. “We can talk about it over breakfast!”

Taking out the plates, Karma internally groaned.

Today was indeed the day. 

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ℑronically, today’s breakfast was a chicken and falafel shawarma with tabbouleh and pita bread on the side. For the past two to three weeks, your boyfriend has spent time and energy learning this new recipe, despite failed attempts — including almost setting your kitchen on fire. Though the situation was resolved, Karma was a bit taken aback, while you were laughing your ass off, much to his dismay. But after knowing that you had a shitty day at work, Karma was happy to let you off the hook.

“God, I need you to stop cooking for me.”

“Why should I?” He smirked. “You know I love cooking only the best for you.”

“Exactly.” You wagged your spoon, before placing a chunk of falafel shawarma in your mouth. “You’re spoiling me. Again.”

“Look, I don’t really do the nine-to-five thing like you do.” He got up from his seat, thirsty for a little lemonade. “So I don’t mind cooking for you again…” He said, placing a carton of cranberry juice next to you. “As long as it means you’re happy and you’re healthy.”

You groaned. You had little to no argument there. All you had (before this cheeky bastard) was either a fast food chain, a delivery service, or a cup of noodles: all of which were staple foods that were tied to corporate survival. Those days were rough, but…you did get the money for overtime. You think.

“Xax.” He called. You snapped out of your trance.  “Whatchu thinking about?”

Crap.

You bit your lip; you weren’t sure how to spill the news – because he specifically told you to stay on top of the issue. You were now a month in, and you still didn’t get your overtime pay. 

And he even told you that he’d ask you that Monday! 

Which is this Monday! Shit!

“Uh. Nothing much.” You quickly got your bearings, attempting to double down on a new topic. “But tell me…” You started. “Tell me about your mom.”

Karma stopped eating, putting his elbows on the table. This time, the silence had an edge to it. You could feel that the aggression was greatly subdued, but it held certainty. Certainty that you would indeed get what you want. 

For a price.

“...Ok.” He continued chewing, getting comfortable. “In that case, where shall I begin?”

“Anywhere.” You said, keeping your voice low. “I don’t mind.”

“Alright.”

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“My mom was more than a plumber. She was the breadwinner of the house.” He scraped his plate, searching for invisible crumbs. “She had me after my dad and I married, and I was their first kid out of many.” He smiled a bit. “Let’s say they had a… lot of love to give.”

“Hm.” Your face remained as neutral as possible. “How many siblings do you have, Karma?”

“Have?” He chuckled. “Nononono – I had six. But none of them contacted me after the gas explosion. Because they probably thought that they’d be…uh, next? I’m not entirely sure.”

“What do you mean?” “It wasn’t only my father and mother in the car.” He lowered his head. “My sister was in there. She was just getting picked up from primary school.”

“Oh my…oh my god.”

“My mother was warned multiple times by my dad: Do not go to work.” You could hear the anger bubbling in his voice. “My grandfather, on the other hand, let my mother do what she wanted, simply because she reminded him of his dead wife.” He shrugged, laughing bitterly. “But that didn’t stop him from fucking us up, though.”

“Uh…” You stammered, voice quiet. “Karma…”

“Anyhow my mother continued to go back to work, and for the first time – she finally understood what my dad meant. The situation finally “blew up” in her face, and she was sent to the CEO, and he brought in some specific rules regarding her resignation.” 

This time you raised your voice. “Karma-”

He gripped the spoon tightly, his smile stretched unnaturally on his face. His words were becoming rambles. “And when she showed my grandfather and my father the resignation, it was too late.” His laugh was boisterous. “Way too late. And guess what?” His smile grew wider. “Everything on the damn resignation was eventually put into effect. And guess what? They burned, they fucking burned, thanks to her selfish–”

“KARMA!”

His face drooped into a frown, staring at you. “Mm?”

“I’ve heard everything I needed to know.”

“But you’re the one that asked for it.”

“And I’m the one who’s gonna stop it.” Firm, yet upset. That’s what your voice was. “Look. I know you’re upset. But you need to calm down.” You sternly advised. “And the last thing I want is for you to turn that anger towards me.”

His face twisted into a mix of remorse and restricted anger. “...I…I’m sorry.”

Unsure of what to say, you headed to your bedroom, trying to process what just occurred. 

And meanwhile, Karma glanced at his phone. Angrily. Solemnly. 

“....”

“Odio que me hagas daño, mamá.”

“Odio...que todavía te quiera.

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ℌours beyond hours passed – and still, Karma hadn’t come back home. It was routine for you and him to be asleep by 10, or later, if you wanted to cuddle. But your phone shimmered with the same top message: I’ll be home soon. 

Meanwhile, you decided to send a message to your mom. You’d doubt she’ll ever see it, but…it was worth texting anyways. In the meantime, you went on a call with your Dad to keep yourself occupied, in hopes of distracting yourself from this morning’s events.

But it wasn’t enough.

12:08 PM ___ [ Karma ]

Hey Xaxi, I apologize for what happened today. You were right, I did slightly placed my anger at you, and…I’m sorry. It was an accident. That’s why I  kept avoiding it every time I said it. I wasn’t ready. And I should’ve said that I wasn’t, instead of what  happened this morning. I’ll be sure to make it up to you.

12:11 PM ___ [ You ]

Karma, know that it wasn’t entirely your fault. The reason I even brought it up the second time was because I didn’t want you to ask about my over- time pay. I also shouldn’t have been stupid and  kept asking you about it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry  that I basically cause this to even happen in the first place. So, yeah. Feel free to come back. So that way, we can feel shitty together? Lolololol

2:15 PM ___ [ Karma ]

Hey Xaxi, no worries. We both misunderstood each other. But, I’m going to need some time  then I should to...feel a bit better.  Okay?

2:16 PM ___ [ You ]

Yeah! No worries!

5:56 PM ___ [ You ]

Babes. Where are you?

6:34 PM ___ [ Karma ]

Sorry Xaxi. I'm... I'm going to need a bit more time.

 6:34 PM ___ [ You ]

Ok…

9:34 PM ___ [ You ]

Karma?

typing…

And as if he heard you typing, you heard a shut. And a lock. Of your door.

Immediately, you sprang up, beginning to squeeze oh so tight, as if he were to pull away at any second.

“Karma!”

His warm smile returned, lifting you up and planting a kiss on your tear-stained kisses. “Sorry (Y/N), something came up.”

“It’s fine, just let’s go to sleep!” You bonked his head. “Ok?”

“Yeah, I’m with you.” He bonked in return, nuzzling and snuggling your throat. “And I’m going to make sure you get one hell of a sleep.”

“Karma please!” 

Your laugh echoed across the walls, all while he tickled you and nommed your throat a little more, excited to hear more. As he undressed, he slipped you his phone, preparing to head to the shower to have a good night's rest.

Raising an eyebrow, you reluctantly turned it on. What’s so interesting on this phone now? You thought, considering his phone was covered in Wingdings and boring wallpapers.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed, dropping the phone back on the bed. “What’s with this all of a sudden?”

“Well…I was looking for those while I was out. As an apology gift to you.” He grinned awkwardly, his upper body on full display. 

“I may not be 100% there yet, but I wanted to make…” Your boyfriend stammered. “To make progress.”

Your face began to beam, honestly surprised. “Well, Karma. Feel free to introduce them.”

“Alrighty. But just know I can’t tell you everything, ok?”

“Like I said, Karma McShawarma – no worries.”

This time, he began to burst into laughter, his fangs much more prominent.

And over time, with a few jokes here and there, you began to laugh with him too.

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𝔜ou were asleep. Fast asleep.

And there he was, staring at you. Piercing his eyes at you. At your throat, at your blood. At your chest. At your hands. At your very soul.

God, I love it when they sleep.  When they’re desperate. When they’re mad. When they hide things from me. When they tame me.

He looked at his phone, scrolling through your bank account. 

They don’t even know that I monitor their phone calls. Their messages. The hidden cameras. The house cameras. Their parents. And their overtime pay.

Karma bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

Fuck, this is priceless. I need to stop. I need to stop messing with their life. But it’s so fun!

A gentle kiss. A scarred hand. A warm, t̸̠̀̃̋ĩ̸̘̪ģ̵̣͖̞̾̉̆͝ͅh̴̞̉́͊͋t̸͈̩̫̟̆̅̍̓ͅ hug.

ʸᴼᵤ ᶠᴱₗᵀ ᴬ ᴳₑᴺₜᴸₑ ₖᴵₛˢ. ₐ ₛᶜₐᴿᵣᴱᴰ ₕᴬₙᴰ. ₐ ᵂᴬᵣᴹ ᴴᵤᴳ.

ꐟꅂ꒦ ꌺꁄ꒒ꇞ ꅔ ꁅꁄꍈꇞ꒒ꁄ ꈵꀧꉖꉖ. ꋫ ꉖꄡꅔꎡꎡꁄꁕ ꀟꅔꍈꁕ. ꋫ ꋃꅔꎡꉈ ꀟ꒦ꁅ.

🙱⑥❶ 🙘🙚③⓿ 🙦 🙙🙚⑤⓿③🙚 ②⓪⑩⑩🗊 🖛 ⑩🙥🙦⑨⑨🙚🙧 🙛🙦⑤🙧🗊 🖛 ❸🙦⑨④ 🙛❶🙙🗊

You smiled in your sleep.

Good luck running away from me, (Y/N). Because I promise you No one No fae  And nothing in this fucking world Will EVER separate me from y o u.

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Karma's wallpapers:

Karmella Sangre (left)

Emiliano and Karma Sangre (middle)

Khazamina and Karma Sangre (right)

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Opening Karma's phone - Khazamina

Even though Kallisto acts insane or unpredictable, he knows rules and etiquette. I'd say he's more street smart than academic smart, knowing how to get out of things when it's needed. He can be "tamed" or "manageable", but only by certain people e.g. T'Abuelo, his parents, Karma and currently ███████. Kallisto only bullies and teases those who are weaker, while groaning and grumbling at those who are physically stronger than him. However, the only exception to this rule is ███████.

When Karma left, Kallisto was next to take his place. But Kallisto does not like word lingo, mental games, nor politics. He just wants to get straight to the killing, the beating. He does not pursue his target long-term unless ordered, and does not like torture because he sees it as pointless.

But when he saw you, I'm sure he most definitely changed his mind.

2 - Headcanons & Silly Tidbids:

Since Kallisto is not really showcased on the blog as much, I decided to double the headcanons. Enjoy!

Fact 1: Kallisto is the second shortest out of his brothers. The shortest is the youngest brother, █████.

Fact 2: Kallisto doesn't like alcohol. It does not give him the adrenaline he needs for fights, and it tires him out. Medications can't placate his jitteriness either.

Fact 3: Kallisto hates funerals and flowers. Strongly. It really pisses him off since he cannot move around. He has sit still for hours at a time listening to boring speeches, which he considers the worst. He also doesn't see the point in "worshipping a dead body" as he calls it. That's probably his trauma speaking though.

As for flowers, he just doesn't like 'em. It's too soft, too precious. He'd rather stomp on it than give to someone. But that's not really true, since he's given it to his crush, Aristotle.

Otherwise he avoids anything flowery, since they make him anxious and paranoid. You can thank ███████ for that.

Fact 4: Kallisto was part of a motorcycle gang! It was his way of sticking close to friends and flirting with Aristotle, since her bucket list was to ride a motorcycle someday.

Karma also used to be a part of that same motorcycle gang, but left since he was next in line for the Sangre throne. So Kallisto became the leader and managed it on his own terms.

Fact 5: Kallisto likes comics, toys and illustrations. He understands them a lot more than words and literature.

If someone shares his interest, he won't get overly excited or yap a million miles a second. Rather, he hyper focuses on listening, and taking in every word. He won't interrupt like he normally would, or ask you to speed up. He'll remain completely silent, and politely share his own thoughts (which is very rare).

Fact 6: Out of all his siblings, Kallisto has the lowest body count. This is in terms of sex! Kallisto doesn't like sharing his dick with anyone and everyone, he loves himself too much. So when he has his urges, he meets up with Aristotle and the problem solves itself.

But trust me, he has a bigger problem between him and Aristotle than he thought (#karma sub-plot)

Fact 7: Kallisto cannot dance. Do not ask him to dance. He is genuinely terrible at it.

Fact 8: Kallisto used to do a lot of odd jobs. He just likes constantly changing jobs and getting different experiences. It's another way of keeping his mind occupied.

Fact 9: Kallisto is terrified of a drug overdose. Originally Kallisto used to do drugs, but after seeing a friend die from drug overdose in real time, he freezes and thinks about his friend's death over and over again.

Fact 10: Kallisto snores loudly in bed. His siblings cannot stand it, except ███████ and Karma. Some of them think he got it from his father Emiliano, but his father isn't that loud. I'd say out of his immediate family he is #1 worst snorer lol!

Fact 11: Kallisto is fascinated by sun dials. The Sangre household still has it, and he finds it really cool how the shadows indicate time. So when he needs a breather or a comfort space he normally goes to the garden and sits by the sun dial.

Fact 12: Kallisto's favorite dessert is carrot cake. One of his many weaknesses.

Fact 13: Kallisto absolutely despises faefolk. This includes all of his siblings, even Karma. But the difference is, is that Karma and his brothers can control their disgust if it's necessary. Kallisto CANNOT. He will throw anything and everything in his direction to the faes, and literally spit in their face. Even though he knows he's putting himself in danger and probably cursing him and his family for generations to come - he...does not give a fuck. He would rather die than let a fae leave the premises scot-free.

If he had to choose hating you over faefolk, he'd choose faefolk. THAT is how much he hates them!

(This is also another reason why he wasn't suitable to take Karma's place.)

Fact 14: Kallisto does not take care of his hair properly. He'll wash it (if it is really bad), but he doesn't comb it or do anything with it. He just...lets it be.

Fact 15: When life gives him lemons...he eats the lemon. As is. He will not cut it like a normal person. But fucking....bite into it. This applies to anything particularly sour. To this day all of his siblings still stare and say "You....you still eat like that?"

Fact 16: Kallisto enjoys....static? He also finds it strange. It's a new discovery for him, but he finds it weird that it's comforting to him. It might also explain why he doesn't like music so much.

Fact 17: Kallisto was born with a brain tumor. His parents and grandparent tried to keep it under wraps, but it became prevalent as he got older. Karma as his big brother, came to swoop in and help him wherever and whenever possible.

Just as 7 year old Kallisto was about to go into surgery, Karma gazed into his brother's eyes, before bursting into tears. Because at that point, he didn't know whether Kallisto was going to live or die.

Fact 18: Ballet shows makes him emotional. Movies or films can't make him emotional, but ballet shows do. He knows why.

Fact 19: Kallisto's favorite meal is Sriracha fries. Cheese makes him shit but he considers it a necessary sacrifice.

Fact 20: Kallisto likes yawning and seeing other people yawn. He finds it super cute for some reason.

Fact 21: Kallisto likes his brothers, more than he admits. I mean, it's not much, but he knows that they all stick around for a reason, even when they're apart. So it makes sense that Karma should come back.

No...

He will come back.

ALL of his brothers will make sure of it.