#d19

This is bad but it was written when I should’ve been studying. All characters belong to Will Hill and his Department Nineteen series. Not edited, so excuse any mistakes <3

Valeri Rusmanov:

     Let's be real, you started as a whimp

He needed a right-hand person and you proved yourself reliable

  It wasn't planned, he felt SO guilty considering Ana's death but you were so... something entirely different

He would balance sending you on important tasks but not too dangerous ones

 When you would come back hurt he would pretend it's no big deal but check in on you

„Are you alright? No, I was not worried. I have a plan that involves you and you're no good to me dead.“

He was worried.

You would catch him glancing at you, sometimes just full on checking you out

This started happening more and more and got increasingly more obvious

You quickly realise his affection and return the subtle gestures

You both catch eachother staring at the same time (insert intense eye-contact here)

He looks away first, this continues for a while until you decide enough is enough

You become more seductive, dressing in a way to show off your figure, dramatically swaying your hips etc

Valeri starts shifting in his sit when you walk into the room, sometimes shooting you an angry look of warning

This only urges you further, making sure to drop your voice a bit and purse your lips more when answering his questions directly

You quickly notice that addressing him as „master“ gets the most extreme reaction out of him with the red pooling in his eyes

Valeri is quick to adjust himself and excuse himself out of the room to cool down

You act oblivious to all this just to torment him some more

That is, until there is a knock at your door in the middle of the night

Alexandru Rusmanov:

Alexandru kidnapped you just because he could

You were walking all alone one evening and made the mistake of walking into a dark alley

He overpowered you and took you to some dank location

You wanted to buy yourself time and maybe his trust so you could escape so you tried talking to him

It didn't work at first because he would either ignore or mock your attempts until one day you decided to just give up on trying anything

He noticed you were too quiet for his liking

„What's the matter? Little lamb no longer wishes to speak with the wolf? Just when I started thinking you were braver than most.“

Maybe it was the desperation or just acceptance of your fate but you started talking back to him, always trying to appear polite and trying your damn hardest not to sound afraid

You failed miserably, your voice was shaky, chin trembling... yet he seemed to like that

He made it a point to come to you in his worst state just to see how long you would last before breaking

Imagine his surprise when you maintained eye-contact and resolve despite your fear

He hated to admit it but he was impressed by you

Alexandru started coming over for more frequent and meaningful chats until one evening he recieved some exciting news and the first thing that he thought about was telling you

... shit.

You were barely still awake when he came to visit you

You kept your eyes closed and breathing steady, almost jumping when his hand came to your face with gentleness he couldn't believe he was capable of

„It's time to set you free, little lamb. May we meet again under different circumstances.“

He unbound you and pulled your weight off the ground, flying with you in his arms

You struggled to pretend you were asleep but when you noticed the change in temperature and that his arms under your frame were replaced by cushions and a mattress you relaxed again

After a few moments you opened your eyes to see that you were in some motel

You swear that every evening since then, there is a shadow watching over you

Valentin Rusmanov:

  Sneaking into every exclusive party in New York was a dangerous hobby

Especially when the party is so secret, but hey; that just means it's more fun

What you didn't expect was to be greeted by blood, every drug on the planet, murder and pretty much everything else

You were looking for an exit route when you were stopped by a smooth voice

„Leaving so soon? The party hasn't even begun yet.“

You turned around slowly and was greeted by a man who looked like he could be on the cover of some pretentious business magazine

Having no way of excusing yourself you claim you were only getting some fresh air

He extends his hand and nods towards one of the balconies

Great. Walking through all this blood and gore with a sketchy (but attractive) man

He waves over a server and offers you some champagne, seemingly oblivous to your lack of invitation

„Now then, who are you and how exactly did you get in?“

You gulp and begin explaining yourself, expecting to meet your end but as you finish he just laughs

He compliments your ambition but advises against such activites, explaining how this party is no place for someone like you all while getting closer and closer to you

Valentin examines your neck with his index finger for a moment before snapping out of his trance

He pulls out a small rectrangular piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slides it into your hand

„I'd love to continue this conversation but others need my attention. Please, do stay in touch. I would be honored to have you again.“

He waves over another server who escorts you out

Outside you pull out the paper and read the note

5 minute sketchy of blood drunk valentin rusmanov everyones favourite creacher

My odd-numbered irregulars, 5 to 19:

And my opti-dice, balanced both for weight and average number around each vertex:

A 1-sided die would be a sphere, and a 2-sider is just a coin, so in terms of actual manufacturable dice I only need 3, 14, 16, and 18 to complete my collection

Hell, I may as well throw in a 21 for good measure. Super critical!

Magnus was on Alec's lap. One of Alec's hands had slipped under Magnus's shirt, while the other was buried deeply in his hair, clutching it tightly as he pulled Magnus's head back in order to bite at his neck.

“Fuck, Alexander,” Magnus moaned.

A high-pitched sound of distress jerked their attention away from each other. In an instant, Alec had a seraph blade in his hand while Magnus had a fireball in his. It only took a moment for them to recognize their son. 

“Oh, darling, you're home,” Magnus said. 

Raphael just continued to stare in disbelief. “On the couch?” he managed to demand in a strangled tone.

“We thought you would be out late today,” Alec said. 

“That's not an excuse for defiling our couch!” Raphael exclaimed.

“Well we'd hardly managed to defile it yet, sweetheart,” Magnus said. 

“Wait,” a new voice said, “Your dads were about to bone on your couch?”

Alec and Magnus looked at each other and then at Rafe in complete surprise. 

“You brought guests?” Magnus asked.

"Yes, and thank god I thought to be afraid of this exact situation.”

"Well, if you thought you might encounter this then I have no idea why you seemed so surprised, sweetheart.” Magnus said. 

"Dude, are your dads naked in there?” yet another voice asked.

That finally got Alec to blush.

"We're not naked,” Magnus said. He stood from Alec's lap, ignoring his son’s blatantly judgemental glare at how long it had taken. "Come in.”

Both his son and his boyfriend gave him scandalized looks, but Magnus simply smirked. With a snap of his fingers, he was presentable. Alec, however, he left rumpled and kiss-swollen, which earned him a pair of supremely unimpressed looks. Magnus snickered as Rafe got shoved aside by his friends. Rafe looked between his parents and his friends.

"Dad, at least button your shirt,” he moaned, highly disturbed by some of the glazed expressions he was seeing. 

Alec blushed, but shrugged. "Can't. Your papa ripped it open. The buttons are all over the floor.”

There was a moment of silence.

"That's hot,” one of the girls breathed.

"Oh my god,” Rafe lamented.

“Dude, your dads are fine as fuck. No wonder you’re so good looking.”