This is a K-pop Fanfiction. Most made up of ITZY, NCT Dream and Stray Kids.

includes foul language.

Luke Cage

Luke swept some hair across the floor of Pop's Shop, making sure to get as much as he could on each sweep of the broom. Pop was cutting an older man's hair while arguing with him about the Knicks. A pair of kids were playing video games on Pop's tv. And a man with glasses and a hat on named Bobby Fish was playing Jessica in a chess game. It was pretty peaceful other than Jessica constantly mumbling angrily to herself, an attempt to keep her cussing to a minimum. She had the swear jar sitting directly next to her just in case though.

As Luke worked, someone entered the shop, drawing his attention. He nearly dropped his broom.

Tony Stark, billionaire and superhero, stood at the door, removing a pair of sunglasses with a smile.

You could have heard a pin drop as everyone stared at him. Luke immediately noticed two things. First, he was alone. No bodyguards or police. Second, he was ignoring Luke and Jessica, only looking at Pop. "I got next."

Pop didn't seem to know what to say to that.

Tony freaking Stark moved to sit down on one of the waiting chairs, grabbing a random magazine off a table and flipping it open.

Luke and Jessica shared a dumbfounded look.

Both kids playing video games had stopped to look around when they realized things had gotten quiet, only for one of them to stop Tony. He stared at him for a long moment before his eyes widened in realization. "Y-You're Iron Man!"

Tony looked up at the kid and smirked. "Yeah, I am. How's it going?"

The other kid hit his friend with a scoff. "Man, come on, that ain't Iron Man! Iron Man is taller!"

Tony Stark blinked slowly. Then he looked over at Pop. "See? This is why I need the haircut. I'm unrecognizable."

The other kid seemed to realize then that he was wrong and gaped at Tony. The first one bounced excitedly in his seat. "That is so dope! Do you have the suit!?"

"Yeah, this one," Tony gestured to himself with a grin. "It's a nice one I think."

"Nah, not that one, the Iron Man one!" the kid said excitedly.

The billionaire rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Finally, he nodded and raised a hand to his ear. "Jarvis?"

A moment later, short enough that Luke figured the thing was waiting somewhere nearby, an armored suit landed in the street outside. The kids, shouting in excitement, rushed out and up the stairs to marvel at the Iron Man suit.

"Took your time with it," Tony snarked.

A voice came from nowhere, sounding as dry as possible. "Sorry sir, unfortunately, it had to be taken to the cleaners to have it buffed out."

Luke noted the voice's sarcasm game was on point. Tony smirked again and went back to reading his magazine.

Luke and Jessica shared a look. He had to assume she had the same thought she did. Iron Man was in the shop. His suit was right outside and apparently could pilot itself.

He felt his palms tighten on the broom on his hand, thinking to himself. He didn't know if he could fight an Iron Man suit. He was tough enough that bullets bounced off of him, and could punch through steel. But the Iron Man suit could do the same things and had a lot more firepower from those lasers or whatever it shot. Jessica was more vulnerable to the suit since she wasn't as durable as he was.

...Why was he here? Why was he just sitting there reading a magazine while people outside gathered around his suit?

Luke looked over at Pop and felt surprised when he saw the older man had gone back to cutting his current customers hair. Pop felt his gaze and gave him a shrug.

"What else can I do?"

That was fair.

Luke walked to the back, Jessica following after him.

"We need to run," Jessica said immediately.

"To where?" Luke pointed out. "He can fly."

Jessica opened and closed her mouth, then frowned thoughtfully. "Yeah. Yeah… Okay. If he's here for us, we don't have a lot of ways out without taking him down first. So if he is here to take us, we have to take him down hard and book it."

What?

"Jessica, if he's here to take us in… he's an Avenger."

That pretty much said it all. He had a lot more resources than they did, as well as bigger friends. Luke had been nervous enough running from the police as it was. The thought of the Hulk ripping off a roof and reaching a hand down towards him worried him. Or of a lightning hammer, or a giant alien made of diamond… honestly, it was sad to realize that even with super-strength he had a lot more to worry about than he would have a couple of years ago. The playing field was a lot more level than he wanted.

"Then what is the other option, hope that he's here for a haircut!?" Jessica hissed.

Luke shook his head. "Doesn't matter. We aren't doing anything in Pop's shop. It's in Switzerland. Neutral ground."

Jessica scoffed. "Does Tony Stark know that?"

Pop finished with his customer. The man in the chair rose up very quickly, stepping aside for Tony Stark. Tony rose up and moved over to Pop, sitting in the chair very casually. "So, how's the day been?" Stark asked casually.

"Pretty good," Pop seemed to relax once he was putting an apron on Tony's neck, as though the return to routine had calmed him. "How about you, Mister Stark?"

"Tony, please," Stark winced. "Seriously, I get fake politeness all the damn time. It gets fucking annoying," he said frankly.

Pop frowned, finger raising to point. Tony looked in the direction of the finger to see the innocuous yellow can with the words 'Swear Jar' on the side.

"..."Tony's eyes seemed to light up and a grin grew. "Are you serious?"

"As sin," Pop said with a smile.

"Well damn, take a little off the top and let's get this started!" Tony said cheerily. "Now, I'm going to tell you a story while I do this. What's the exchange rate on the jar anyways?"

"A dollar for every swear," Pop's said as he began to cut.

"Huh…" Tony thought about that. "Well, just don't tell Pepper I told you about this. The story of me, and the 2007 Maxim Calendar Girls."

Luke blinked. "Is he for real?"

He was. For the next few minutes, Tony Stark told the raunchiest stories Luke and Jessica had ever heard. At one point, one of the kids came back inside to excitedly ask something, and Tony stopped to answer him, his language completely clean once more. Then the kid went back outside and suddenly Tony was tearing apart any sense of decorum. Pop's, in the meantime, didn't seem to mind at all, which was almost as surprising. Luke and Jessica watched, Jessica looking reluctantly impressed. Luke kinda got the impression she was taking notes.

At one point, Tony began to describe, in incredible detail, what he'd done with the Christmas cover girls, who had been twins.

"How much of this do you think is true?" Luke asked.

Jessica smirked. "What, you getting jealous?"

Luke scoffed, untouched by the insult. "Hardly. Just starting to wonder what his endgame is. After all this, things are starting to feel anticlimactic."

It was. Luke was starting to feel like hiding in the back was an overreaction. Tony was just sitting there getting a haircut and running up his swear jar tab. Which people did do from time to time, honestly. Not because they wanted to disrespect Pop but rather to have an excuse to reward the man for all his good work.

Honestly, the fact Tony stopped when the kids were around were the only reason Pop was letting him get away with it. If he wasn't doing it just to raise his tab, Pop wouldn't have been half as willing to let it go.

"Actually, they're all nice girls," Tony ended. "I should have them over for a party or something. Anyway, we all good?"

"Just about," Pop said. "If you've stopped turning the English language into a cesspool," he ended with a wry smile.

"It's the best language to swear in," Tony joked, before frowning. "I guess Russian is pretty good. So is Greek… Japanese is fun. You know what, raincheck on those," Tony shrugged as the apron was swept off of him. Tony leaned forward to look at his hair. To Luke, there was no perceptible difference, but the man seemed satisfied because he nodded and reached for his wallet.

"Here you go," Tony handed Pop several bills. Should be exact change, right?"

Pop looked it over and grunted. "Huh. This is the exact amount. Three hundred and seven."

"I'm good with numbers," Tony smirked. Then he looked over at Jessica and Luke. "Nick Fury should be here in a few days, so if you two wanna keep hiding every time I come by, I'm gonna warn ya. The cyclops doesn't play those games," Tony's smile had become just a bit more vindictive. "Have a nice day you two."

Tony Stark turned and left. Moments later, the sound of the Iron Man suit taking off filled the air, leaving Luke and Jessica to stare out of the shop.

"...We're leaving," Jessica said at last.

Luke didn't know how to tell her that it probably wouldn't be any use.

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🎵 All around the carnival town,
the clown chased the children,
the blood was shed the soul bled 'n bled,
🎵...POP! Goes the weasel! 🎶

An eerie, slightly distorted music box's melody of [Pop goes the weasel] resounding in my ears...
I try to recall its lyrics...with my eyes closed.
that time I'm not ready to see anything gruesome, yet.

♩ ...All around the mulberry bush,
the monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought it was all a joke...🎵
🎵...POP! Goes the weasel! 🎶

'Please... when this song gonna end !?'
I swear I'm gonna scream my head off for this you little...

🎵 His work was done for the day.
he had claimed a new prize,
He cackled then so evilly -
he loved their demise...! 🎵

🎵 ...'Round and 'round the cobbler's bench,
the monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought it was all in fun...♬
🎵...POP! Goes the weasel! 🎶

My heart's beating fast...
but my patience is run thin, as if it would keep playing this like...forever!'

That when I was snapped, open my eyes and shout "Are you done with singing!?"
After I shouted, the song begun to play slower and distorter...
♩ A penny for a spool of thread,
a penny for a needle,
That's the way the monkey goes,
🎵...POP! Goes the...weasel! 🎶
🎵...Pop...goes....the....weasel.....?🎵 🎶
After the song end, the first thing I saw was huge black shaped hands and sleeves of black and white...
and a pointy cone shape 'nose' coming from behind.
"A---h, You're finally wake up Mr. cotton candy!  Welcome to MY circus! in for a show?"
"C...Cotton...candy?"

  I was puzzling, never used to being called by the name of desserts...
Was he always calling his 'playmates' like...this?
    "Wait - what I miss ---? oh right - we gonna show you your deepest, darkest fears! 
Trust me kiddo... have fun in here once, you'll wish you NEVER WANT to leave!"
...follow by laughing of lunatic. he's a male clown, tall, massy black hair, all monochrome, has pointy teeth.
that's all I can make out...
  I find it spine tingling just looking at him, confusing of what he has in store for me about his whole circus and fun and....
  that when it hitting me,
I later realized that my hands, my arms and my legs were all strapped to a floating red, luxury-like chair with armrests, one found in haunt house from theme park by somethings black and solid, its seem too tough to be mere tourniquets or tape.
"ITS SHOW TIME!!"
I look up upon his announcement, inside the monochrome tone circus full of hanged corpses.
  The "show" is the gymnastics of ghosts(He called it "Children Weasels"), all deformed, some were headless, jaw missing, losing one of their arm and having white blank eyes. They're all dead, that for sure.
The show end, light off. 
Nothing's seem different from one I see on TV. weird, I don't feel any scary thing come out from it.
Beside the way they show their acrobatic play as 'cars'....
Then that demonic clown said that to me,
"Enjoy the show? Bet you would!
Now it time for the main event----! 
all of my missing children, find them before sunrise!"
The light turn on again, I see a kid standing alone, deformed and colored grey.
this time I notice something off... the trail of bloody footprint, it was going to outside the tent.
the show having around 20 or so but now there's only 1 left. less children weasels then earlier, 19 missing children to find huh?
  The chair I was strapped on disappear into smoke and confetti and a sound of clown car's horn was heard.
  Sunrise... I can feel the air getting thicker. I was rush out of the tent and find those Un-dead kids. the game has start. Don't wanna know what he will do to me should I failed.
---
♩ ...All around road of poisoned Ivy,
the hunter hunting weasels for me,
The hunter thought catching was all its took,♬
🎵...POP! Goes the weasel! 🎶

"Ugh...lyrics aside, why it has to be that melody again..."

   I try my best catch all of his children weasels I found in sight, but already dead or not, they are so small and fast they escape my grab EVERY SINGLE TIME. the giggle of children start getting into me, I'm about to losing control over my sanity and I'm run out of time too...
Out of the blue I came up with a method to 'clear' this sick childish game.
'...catching was all its took...'
The scissors with ribbon "Cruzar", the keepsake I have with me... should does a lot of tricks.
I chasing children out of their hiding, force then to gather in group.
and when they are about to run away, I throw Cruzar similar to the way people throw boomerang at the furthest one while I tied the ribbon's end with my right wrist. 
Trust my words you will not get the picture if I don't spell it out.
in dreamscapes anything could happen, the ribbon was stretched long enough to hold the group of those undead kids - all in one place. 
But after courting out it was 17 of them.
The last two that escaped was not far from me...
I brought the group of children I got into the 'circus' before go out for the rest.
 

"Holy...It about to sunrise...!"
  A sudden chilled feeling getting into me at much at how annoyed it was, the song that keep playing at the background during my chasing was start to playing faster and faster.

I saw the last two of ghostly kids run toward the rail and I see the roller coaster was on their way, that when my face gone pale, my legs running faster and my hands was manage to grab them, drag them out before they get hit by the ride...

  Nothings personally, 
I just feel triggered whenever I see someone about to get hit by any vehicles with wheels, 
and that all. 

the song Pop goes the weasel stopped and all these undead kids are now together. 
"Alright, I already beat stupid game of yours! now what?"
at ominous at it sound that same demonic clown appear behind me, I prepare what his 'reward' he will give.
to my surprise, He jump and give me his 'BIG hug' with his long (as-f) arms...crying.
my god HE hugged me so tight my body could crack in half if I do say so myself.
The children Weasel, they seemly sadden and cried along with him.
Are they sad because I was about to...? 
"WAHH! After all these time! after my best friend Issac, no one having fun play MY game like you do - waah!" 
what a child...his cry was more like shout to me.
Unless he fake his cry, Who is Issac? I don't know what he talking about.
But I don't feel any of his murderous instant, he's act like a crying child who finally met his best friend or parents he thought they're long gone.
"sniff...
unlike other of my playmates; the children I pay visit tend to fall like a fly, they failed to have fun with me, they failed to entertained ME!
but you, YOU! 
You are the first adult to beat my little game these kids parents failed, you didn't ever shaking!
so be it. ...hic...
I think I will never come to kill you again. until I fled bored...
...Goodbye."
Before I could understanding what he said...he snapped his finger.
then I was waking up on my bed... the morning is arrive.
the scissors was still in my right hand.
but on my left hand I was holding a bunch of purple lollipops.
No idea who put this here, but...
I was survived, for now.
---
This... was scary but also 'fun', too bad I try to sleep again in the another night, to dreamed of the hall with doors.
I find out I can't go thought that white door anymore...
The door was gone, all the remain is what left of the balloons, popped out.

That's why I force myself to wake up, in the middle of the night at I try to recall the vision of what I remember in my dream back in the monochrome carnival, write it out and public it at my novel...at the reminder of that dream...
MY horror genre novel under the title, "Remember the Raven-black Circus"
Let's say I wrote some lyrics that echo in my head in the story, too.
That's all I will write this out...

you might want to be here, to reading my story again.
So stay tune, 
til Inspiration fall apart...
                                                                                                                   - Writer Psychosis, J.C.M.

This is a story from 'Dream Diary' of young man who is [Ultimate Macaulay]; Jasper C. Maker. AKA "Writer Psychosis". at complex the stories, it still his dreams.

No sooner had the boys started the new school year, they were forced to stay at home because of Raymond's threats and attempts to intimidate us. I too could not go to work. There were people constantly showing up, making mischief. Mrs Camper was very sympathetic when she realized what was happening. Tim was the one who met with her and updated her briefly on the situation.
Mrs Camper still needed my skills as a manager, so she arranged some remote work for me to complete. I continued to mentor and support Luan via video chat, even though HR suggested I stayed on leave. I had nothing to do at the mansion anyways. My contribution was appreciated as our department continued to outperform all the other departments.
When I wasn't working with Luan and Mrs Camper via Skype, I worked with the Distance Learning Coordinator, through the Board of Education to keep the boys current in their studies. My teaching skills were put to work finally and I received an offer for a project, to design and roll out an online self-teaching program for Grades 1-9. This was to help with any situations where children were unable to attend their classes, they could make up that class without a teacher and receive a grade and evaluation towards their report cards.
The boys' school called and requested to meet with Tim and I to discuss the isolation the boys were under at home. David, drove me to the station to wait for Tim. As I was sitting in the reception area, a couple officers stopped by to say hello. However, Lieutenant Ashley Bixby heard I was at the station and came out to have fierce conversation with me. I was surprised by her verbal attack and just looked at her in amazement. Two other officers came from behind the counter and asked her to back off. I smiled and turned my back to her, but I watched her reflection on the glass. The more I ignored her, the more agitated she became. Then her words got nasty.
Bixby – What the fcuk is so special about you, that Tim risks his life for you, huh?
Comly – Bixby shut your hole. What Linton does in his personal life is none of your business.
Bixby – Tim should drop your ass. You should let the fathers -
Comly – Bixby – I'm telling you –
Sanchez – Eyanni, don't listen to her talking crap, yeah? Tim will be out soon.
Eyanni – Ha! No worries.
Bixby – You better hope, nothing happens to Tim because of you and your lil rats -
The moment she said rats, I stood up. I slowly walked up to her. She stood her ground. I looked her right in the eyes as I moved forward. She looked brave, but when I refused to drop my stare into her eyes, she blinked a couple times. I spoke to her softly and calmly. Sanchez and Comly, got between us.
Eyanni – Bixby or whatever your name is, DON'T EVER! TALK ABOUT MY KIDS! You know NOTHING about them.
Suddenly, Captain Blair and Tim came running into the waiting area. Comly had Bixby in an arm lock and Sanchez used her body to hold me back. I was a nose away from Bixby's face.
Tim – Baby, what's going on?
Comly – Bixby was talking crap to Eyanni.
Bixby – This is what you're in love with?!
Tim's fist was on its way to Bixby's face. Captain Blair grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
Captain Blair – Linton! Stand down!
Tim – Don't you fcuking talk about my wife and kids!
Sanchez – Wow, Bixby! All this because Linton turned down your ass?
Bixby – Why her!
Captain Blair - Are you kidding me right now, Bixby! In my office! NOW!
Another rejected vagina, that saw me as unworthy of this man's love and protection. Whatever, she called my children rats! I wouldn't have hit her unless she struck me first. But I was so frustrated I might have hurt her. I was glad Tim and Captain Blair came out. I was tired dealing with these women who felt that Tim should choose them, as if they were the last mold of creation.
I asked Tim about Bixby and all he said was 'don't waste your time on her'.  I really wasn't satisfied with that answer, so I called Christine. All she could tell me about Bixby was, she was a transfer into the station about three months ago. She had the hots for Tim, who tried to keep it civil with her, but Blair was looking to transfer her again. Apparently, there was a social media video of her giving a BJ to a perp, while in handcuffs and she was in her uniform. Christine told me, not to waste my time on her, just like Tim did so I had nothing. And I left it at that.
Tim - Let's go over the plan again.
Eyanni – No Tim, I got it. We'll be fine.
Tim - I feel like I want to get you a gun. Sigh. Okay. Let's go.... Liam and Nathan, especially Liam, please listen to your mom.
Liam - Okay, okay.
Tim – I'm serious little man. It is really important.
Liam grumbled all the way to the car. Nathan reminded Liam of Allman's parking lot event. That started a hitting frenzy and I had to get involved. Liam pouted all the way to the dentist, because his device time was teetering on the results of his behavior. Tim drove us and coached us again before walking us into the clinic. He looked around inside the office and then decided to stay outside to monitor the premises. We were the last appointment at the office. We had cancelled all our prescheduled appointments in case Raymond had that intel. This appointment was a cancellation that was called in at the last minute. To minimize our time here, only the boys were seeing the hygienist. 
Nathan had already received his cleaning and was sitting on a stool, playing on his tablet in the corner of the room. The hygienist was halfway through with Liam when I heard the receptionist ask "Are you with Healthy Smile". Healthy Smile was the code word if Raymond came in. Oh Shit! That bastard came after us here. Lord Jesus. I heard the receptionist cry out. And then there was silence. I got the kids and hygienist huddled and crunch down in the corner of the room, behind a filing cabinet. I had to cover Liam's mouth and threaten him, if he spoke, he would not playing on any devices for three months. He shut up immediately.  I grabbed the scalers from the dental tray. I quietly eased the hygienist chair close to the doorway and pressed my side against the wall. I prayed a mile a minute. I repeatedly chanted, 'I am the real Jason Bourne', until my lips moved by themselves.
First, I saw the pistol end. Tim had taught me about guns. This was a semi-automatic pistol. I had to act fast. I shoved the chair into the hallway. It went flying. POP! POP! POP! POP! The second I saw the tip of his shoe and he was focused on the chair, by the third pop, my mind went blank. Before he could turn into the room, I flew into action with the scrapers, I sliced through Raymond's right wrist holding the gun.
Raymond - ANH! GEEZUS!
I ripped through the femoral in his right thigh, I felt the contact, but the scraper got caught in his pants as I pivoted to his back.
Raymond- Bitch! I'm gonna kill you!
I let it go. I was now behind him. One scraper in each hand, my back against his back. I turned as he turned, but I twisted myself and aimed for his neck, then behind his left knee. The gun went off - POP! POP! POP! POP!
Raymond - ANHHHH! YOU'RE DEAD!
I barely slipped past the aim of the gun and into the opposite hygienist station. Thank goodness he was focused on me. He fired in my direction. POP! POP! The bullets hit the filing cabinet as I ducked in front of it for cover. This room didn't have a cabinet in it before. Thank you, Jesus. He stopped firing. I sent the second hygienist chair flying into the hallway POP! Click! click! Then I heard the heavy metal hit the floor. He was out of rounds. I crunched down beside the cabinet in the corner of the room. There wasn't much space to hide myself. I was shaking like a leaf. I was cold. My calf burned but I kept quiet. Then I saw his foot. I sprang from the side of the cabinet and used the dental chair and arm to keep distance between us. Raymond was holding his neck. Blood oozed between his fingers. He looked at me grinning.
Raymond - Where's your pretty boy now? He!He!
I didn't speak. I threw a tray at him. I noticed him inching his way in my direction. Whatever loose items I got my hands on, I threw at him and kept my distance. But I was also inching towards the doorway. Suddenly, he stopped. It was like he realized what I was planning. Oh my God, did the receptionist get to call Tim or anyone? Fcuk! He was limping, his pants were soaked in blood. He pulled out a knife, serrated edges. Blood flowed from his wrist and dripped down the tip of the blade. I said nothing. I was cornered.
Raymond - Hmph! Bitch cornered like a rat! Where dem damn kids, huh?
He was snickering. We parried around the dental chair, he kept trying to swipe at me.
Raymond - My boys fixed your pretty boy's face real good. You're next. Then your boys.
Son of a bitch! I knew he had Tim beat up! I talked myself out of getting mad! I needed to keep a clear head. I had not uttered a word to this man in 10 years. And now I wanted to kill him. No, I wanted to erase him. I had, had enough.
Eyanni - Ha! Ha! Aw, poor you. Wasted your time there. My man is even more gorgeous than before.
Raymond – You used to be so pretty. Now you look old and washed up.
Eyanni – Used to be pretty! Ha! Ha! You know I look good. And that bothers you! Rocking my grey hair. Always setting trend, eh? One of my best features. You on the other hand. Look at your gut. Full o' shit, huh?
I saw a gush of blood escape through his fingers. He was furious. He lunged at me a few more times. I dodged but barely avoided the long blade. I almost caught it on my shoulder.
Raymond – It's only a matter of time before that pig walks away.
Eyanni – That's all you got. He's not like you. He's a real man. He knows how to get it up, keep it up and work it up. Uh, uh, uh. (I gyrated my hips)
Raymond - That pig has nothing on me!
He was getting angrier and the blood was coming out even more.
Eyanni – Ha! Ha! I think you forget, I LEFT YOU! I DIVORCED YOU!
Keep going Eyanni, he was blinking fast and closing his eyes.
Eyanni - You know what's funny, even your kids look like him. Ha! Ha!
That did it. He let go of his neck. The blood squirted everywhere. He lunged at me. Then, he seemed to remember his neck and clasped his hand over the neck wound again. I was about to make a break for the doorway. My heart stopped. My feet refused to move.
Liam - Mom?
Raymond would reach him before I could. Oh, dear God!
Eyanni - NO! LIAM! GO BACK! GET OUT! NOW!
Liam looked up at Raymond with the knife and froze. Raymond looked down at him scornfully and chuckled. Then he looked at me with renewed determination. He knew my children were my blind spot.
Eyanni - DON'T YOU DARE RAYMOND!
Raymond seemed to be affected by the blood loss, as he slowly moved towards Liam, with the knife raised above his head. But I couldn't wait for him to pass out, even though his steps were heavy. I prayed 'God save my children'.
Raymond - Your first born will be first!
Eyanni - He's your son!
Raymond - He is nothing to me!
Eyanni - NO!
Liam fell down backing away from Raymond. I jumped in front Liam and covered him with my body.
Tim - FREEZE RAYMOND! DROP THE KNIFE! NOW!
Raymond - FCUK YOU PIG! YOU CAN WATCH THEM DIE!
POP! POP! I felt something cold hit my back. Then I heard metal hit the floor. Liam was crying. I'm alive! Tim pulled me up off Liam.
Tim - CLEAR! Baby, Liam, where's Nathan!
A bunch of cops filled the dental office from the front and back doorways.
Nathan and the hygienist ran out crying. Nathan ran to me and Tim.
Nathan - Mom! Dad! I'm here! (Crying)
Me and the boys held onto Tim. He steered the boys away from looking at Raymond.
Tim - Don't look. Let's go outside.
But I looked. His neck wound was gaping. His wrist was open. There were two small holes in his forehead.  I caught a glimpse of the lady from reception bawling her eyes out. My head was throbbing. I was cold. My teeth chattered. The paramedics looked after Liam and Nathan. They sat on the gurney. One of the paramedics gave them energy drinks while he checked them over. Nathan had my bag so they were able to fish out their tablets and occupy themselves. 
I was trembling. Tim got a blanket and put over me. He held me tight to his body. My feet faltered, so he had me sit on the gurney with the boys. The paramedic noticed my jeans was soaked in blood. I got nipped by one of Raymond's bullets. They dressed it for me. One of the officers came up and asked to take my statement. He gave Tim dirty looks and informed me that, he didn't want Tim there. Tim told him to F-off. So, he went away. He came a second and third time. Tim was still holding me close. I felt, like I was a part of his body. He wouldn't let me go. I could feel him trembling too. The officer approached us again. This time he spoke to me as if Tim was not there.
Officer Geoff Talon – Mam, I'm Sergeant Talon from County. I'd like to speak to you, without -
Tim – This your last chance. I'm not leaving her side so get on with it or I'm telling the medics to take her.
Talon - I understand but-
Tim - But what? You almost cost my wife and sons their lives, so don't fcuking tell me-
Geoff - One officer to anoth-
Tim – You call yourself an officer. You're pathetic!
Craig – Serg! We got here as fast as we could.
Geoff - This is not your juris-
Craig - Listen you lil prick, if this woman and kids didn't make it, your Captain would have a bullet in this head right now. Trust me.
Geoff - He disobeyed a direct order!
Craig - Be grateful. When you get the full report on that son of a bitch lying in there, you can send a letter of apology to this family.
Geoff - Ugh...humph...I'm done, fcuking cowboys!
The officer walked away cursing.
Eyanni - What's his problem?
Tim - Don't worry about him.
Craig - Eyanni, so glad you and the boys are safe.
Eyanni - Thanks Craig.
Craig - I saw Tim's two. But you? Carpal, carotid and femur! Who the fcuk are you?!
Tim - Amazing. That's who she is. Baby, you know I'm scared of you, right?
Eyanni - Ha!Ha! Very funny. Anhh... My head is killing me.
Tim was standing outside the open ambulance. I was leaning on his chest. We were supposed to be taken to the hospital. But we were waiting for the Captain for some reason. Tim chatted with Craig as he rubbed my neck. Then started to rub my back. My head hurt worse. I felt exhausted and very hungry.
Tim - Why is your back so wet?
Eyanni - Tim... I don't feel...
Tim removed the blanket and checked under my jacket. My shirt was soaked. I was bleeding out.
I slipped off the gurney.
Tim - Oh Fcuk! MEDIC!
Craig - MEDIC NOW!
The paramedics closed up the ambulance and took off for the hospital. Sirens blaring. Tim's cruiser led the way.

Abbie and her group walked back into the temple grounds and headed to the Eastern section. When Abbie and Alex were strolling earlier, they had only explored the Western side of the temple grounds. 
The first thing that caught the two children's attention was a stall with colorful balloons. There were a few people holding darts in their hands as they tried to pop the balloons that were stuck on the wall. 
The two kids looked at Abbie with puppy eyes which made her giggle. 
"Sure, go ahead and give it a try."
At first, the stall owner was hesitant to allow the two kids to use the darts. However, Yue and Abbie managed to convince him in the end. The first one to throw her dart was Lily and she managed to pop a balloon. 
Alex was the second one to try and he, too, managed to pop a balloon with his dart. Abbie, Yue, and Amelia clapped their hands in encouragement. The two kids became more hyped as they threw their second dart.
Sadly, their darts went off course and didn't manage to hit any balloons. Their third dart was successful and both kids were awarded small, stuffed, bear toys that were the size of an adult's hand. 
Their next destination was the ring toss stall where bottles were lined up in a row and the objective was for them to successfully land a ring on one of them. 
Abbie bought both kids thirty rings each. The two immediately threw them one by one. With each throw, the smile on their faces disappeared. It was replaced with a serious expression. The adults were all smiles as they saw how focused the two kids were in trying to hook their rings on the bottles.
The two kept at it for a while longer to no avail. They left the stall dejectedly because they didn't win any prizes. 
"It's fine, you can't win them all," Abbie said with a smile. "Let's visit the next stall."
The two kids gave the ring toss game one last glance before heading to the next stall. The next stall was a peculiar game. You needed to toss a ball to a basketball board and make it land in the basket that was right under it.
The mechanics sounded simple, but many people didn't manage to win any prizes in this ball game. Abbie bought the two children ten balls and they tried the game with gusto. However, before starting, Abbie whispered something in their ears.
The two children listened seriously to Abbie's advice before they threw their balls. Abbie's advice was simple. You throw the ball upwards and make it land on the bottom part of the board. That way, the momentum of the ball will make it bounce far enough to land in the basket. 
The two children didn't succeed on their first and second tries. However, they managed to get the hang of it on their third. Lily jumped in joy when she managed to make the ball drop into the basket. Alex on the other hand was smiling ear to ear. Clearly, the two children had forgotten their depression from the ring toss game.
The two happily accepted their stuffed toy prizes. Abbie had foreseen that the two of them might challenge all the game stalls, so she decided to buy an Eco-bag just in case they managed to win a lot of games. 
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"Haha, this game is interesting!" Elliot said as he played the ring toss game. Even for a hero like him, he found this game very hard to beat. He kept on throwing the rings, but they either bounced off the tip of the bottle or slid between them.
After throwing over fifty rings, Elliot finally gave up. 
"This game is impossible to beat," Elliot sighed as he glanced at Heidi.
Heidi rolled her eyes at him and picked up a ring, she casually threw it towards the lined up bottles. The ring bounced off the tip of the bottle which made Elliot smile. However, after the ring bounced, it perfectly hooked itself on the bottle next to it.
Elliot's smile froze when he saw the outcome. The stall owner gave Heidi a medium sized stuffed toy. Heidi didn't keep the stuffed toy and gave it to a little girl who failed to win the ring toss game. The girl was very happy because the kind lady gave her a gift.
Her parents thanked Heidi for her generosity and left the stall with happy faces.
"That's how you do it," Heidi said with a smile. "Stupid Elliot."
"Hmp! You just got lucky. Why don't you give it another try?" Elliot asked in a challenging tone.
Heidi ignored him and walked towards the food stall that was selling hotdogs. She wouldn't admit that it was indeed a lucky toss which landed her a prize. 
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After playing a couple of games, the kids were finally tired. They managed to win a few toys along the way which made them very happy. 
"Alright, let's get something to eat," Amelia proposed. "The food stalls over there have donuts and pretzels, or perhaps you kids would prefer burgers and fries?"
"I want donuts!" Lily raised her hand.
"I want to try pretzels," Alex said after careful thought. He had already eaten donuts before, but he still hadn't tried pretzels.
"Alright, let's go." Abbie was holding Lily's hand, while Yue held Alex's. The chubby girl didn't want her Dorm Head to feel out of place, so she decided to let Alex keep her company. 
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"Is there anyone else aside from those three bodyguards keeping watch on our target?" the skinny man asked his subordinates that were scattered throughout the premises.
"Sir, I can guarantee that there are only three of them."
"I also think that there's no one else. I tailed them until they reached the ring toss corner, and didn't find any suspicious individuals."
"I feel the same. The coast is clear, Sir."
Various reports came one after the other and the skinny man propped his chin with his hand as he pondered their next move. The main event was only half an hour away. The skinny man concluded that the best time to make their move was after the main event. 
They had already made the necessary preparations. All they needed to do was to lure their target away and have his men distract the rest.

What would you do if a game character suddenly came out of your mobile phone? 

That was what Abbie, a very chubby girl, experienced after suffering rejection and humiliation from the man she liked. 

She met a blonde beauty who was looking for a candidate to test a special game. This game could grant any wish for the one who cleared it. 

"You will have a handsome man at your beck and call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week!" The mysterious girl tempted her with the words she wanted to hear. "You can make him your boyfriend, your hubby, or your slave. Whatever floats your boat, darling, you can do it!"

Seduced by the offer, Abbie agreed to play the game but...

"Are you my Master?" the sweet and angelic voice of a child sounded inside the room.

These were the first words that Abbie heard when she summoned her hero to the real world through her mobile phone. 

"What happened to the promised good looking boyfriend? Where's my hubby?! What's this?! A little boy?! I didn't ask for this!"

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All my life it has just been my dad and me. We live in Jayville projects its a poor neighborhood. If you live in Jayville you either have to be poor, a drug dealer, a drunk, a junkie, a gangbanger, or have too many kids. Can you guess which one my mom is? She is a gang banger but not just any gangbanger. She is the head of the badest gang in Jayville. She is the head of the glitter pop.  GP for short. I don't think any of the boys or men in the gang know its stands for glitter pop or they do and just scared of my mom. My mom left when I was a kid. Like when I was around eight years old. That's when my dad started drinking. My mom left because she was tired of the drug dealers selling drugs to kids and making kids sell for them, so she created the glitter pops. They would supply the drug dealers whatever they wanted but only if they never sell in front of schools and parks. Never sell to kids and never make Kids sell drugs in Jayville, but that was then. Now anyone can sell as long as my mother makes money. I don't talk to my mother. She has her goons come and get me from time to time to see how I am doing, but if it were up to me, I would have nothing to do with her. I want to live a good life get out of Jayville. Get my father some good help. I know he loves me, but the alcohol has power over him. When I want to get away from my family drama, I go and hang out with Jess and Teto. They are my best friends.

James went to jail because he loved a girl.

(warning cringy jokes)
"Ingrates!aw,who needs 'em?i got a whole box of creepy fishing lures to keep me company."stan says 
"Sooooo... You wouldn't mind if I joined you would you?"I say as I get closer.

"Lui!?what are you doing here?"
Stan asks"whadya mean?I've been here the whole time."I say
"Wha? And how come I didn't see you?"stan questions me "well I was hiding,so are ya going to answer me or nah?"i ask "*sigh*I suppose you could join me"he says.

I smile slightly "hey stan I'm in a sea food diet.i see food and i eat it!"I say as I get on the boat stan snorts and laughs "maybe it won't be so bad after all..."stan says "sure hope so,what do you think fish say when a they hit a wall?dam"I say trying to cheer him up it's super effective he laughed...

Time skip

We see the twins laugh on the boat with soos "Traitors!Ah,I'll find other fishing buddies!"he says looking around "hey stan look over there"I say with a smile as I point at the couple "Ah! There's our new Pals!"stan states confidently.

Stan drives the boats motor to the couple, as I see the guy getting ready to propose to the girl I get ready to laugh at Stan's joke,the guy is about to finish proposing and stan and i arrive "hey!wanna hear a joke,here it goes!my ex wife still misses me,but her aim is getting better! "Stan announces the punch line proudly and i burst out laughing.

"Her aim is getting better!"stan repites trying to make the guys laugh i feel sorry for ruining there moment but I just had to "you see,it's funny cause marrige is terrible!"stan says the guys turn away and row away.

"What!?"stan shouts indignantly,i simply tug on his sleeve and say "they simply dont have your awesome type of humor!"my voice sounding cheerful 

he grins at me.

Time skip

As stan struggles to tie the knot i offer my help and do it for him but then Shmipper in a boat a little away from ours along with his sister and grampa says something "can you pwease tell me mo'e funny stories,Pop Pop?" Something i can tell stung at one of Stan's nerves i try not to show any reaction.

"Anything for my fishing buddies!"the grampa says now dobed Pop Pop,i look away with a sadden look knowing damn well what was about to happen.

Stan growls distastefully "Pop Pop?i just weewized dat...i wuv you."Shmipper says with big doe eyes stan opens his arms wide that intern slaps me in the face and fall down to the boat as he shouts "oh!come on!boo!booo!"he shouts agitated as he boo's he places his hands to his face.

The kids and the grand father look up to our direction and i stay on the ground cluching my face,the grand father stands up and puts his hands on his hips.

"Hey,now!what's the big idea?" He shouts angirly."maybe he has no one who wuvs him,Pop Pop." the kid says looking up to his grand father as stan stutters.

"Yeah,well i...i..."stan starts i quickly scramble to my feet and shout agitated "Hey!,i love 'im!" and it was clear i ment it by the look I had on my face.

Stan looks at me in shock and then smiles and ruffles my hair "thanks,kid" he says happily.

"normally I would get offended by being called that bit I suppose I can make an exception this time-"i say 

but then the boat S.S Cool Dude drives past us and soaks us stan throws his hat to the ground of the boat in frustration then sits down and sighs,i sit down beside him and ask "hey stan?would you like to hear a joke?"
"Sure, go ahead"he says feeling down.

"Why are fish so gullible?they fall for things hook,line and sinker!"I say and he snikers
"Thanks kid i needed that"stan says "anytime!"I chirp happily to have helped at the broken hearted uncle.

Time skip

As we start driving up to shore and stan looks defeated over them not coming with him he sighs then we hear "Hey!Over here!"Dipper shouts as they drive by on the beat up S.S. Cool dude and both boats stop dipper takes a photo of stan the stuffs the camera in his pocket.

"What the--Kids?i thought you two were off playing spin the bottle with soos!"stan states irritated "Weeellll,we spent all day trying to find a 'legendary' dinosaur" dipper starts and i raise an amused eyebrow.

"But we realized,the only dinosaur we wanna hang out with is right here."mabel says i smile wormly then realize she called him a dinosaur,i doubled over laughing but stop when i realized that they didn't acknowledge me.

"Save your sympathy!I've been havin a great time without'cha! Makin' friends listening and cracking jokes with Lui,talking to our reflections- i had a run in with the lake police!Guess I gotta wear this ankle bracelet!,so that'll be fun!." Stan says irritated that they were here after what had happened previously"here let me take care off that!"I say as get up from the ground and I completely reck that bracelet.

"So I guess there isn't any room in that boat for three more?"dipper says my expression softens and stan glares at them not softening like mine did.

They put on there hats and Stan's expression finally softens
"You knuckle heads ever seen me thread a hook with my eyes closed?"stan asked

"Five bucks says you can't do it!" Dipper says as climbs into the boat and stan shouts "your on!"at the boy
"Five more bucks says you can't do it with your eyes closed and with me singing at the top of my lungs!"mabel dares as both her and soos climb in the boat happily "i like those odds!"stan accepted the challenge cheerfully.

"Woah!what happened to your shirt?"stan says as he stares at the said handy man.

"Long story dude"soos says.

"Wait a second....Lui!?when did ya get here!?"dipper questions surprised "i was here since the start and got to say that was very sweet~"i answer teasingly.

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Fun fact:I was hearing dangerous woman when I was writing the ending of this



simply my character in gravity falls
oregon 
he's part of the LGBTQ+ community (and frankly so am I) so do expect this to have some of that 
my character as the book says is a boy
that is all

forgot to add my character WILL curse so please take note of that before reading

"Her name is Athena. They call her Tia. She's yours if you want her."
 

"Mine?" 
 

"Yeah, yours." Pop waved his hand dismissively, "For whatever."
 

I was sitting in my father's office absorbing this news, news that a nineteen year old girl was coming to me as a gift from my father, that she comes to him as payment for unpaid gambling debts. Pop said he was about to have the news of the payment arrangement conveyed to her father and then I could do what I wanted with her.  "Whatever" meant I could put her on the streets under one of the pimps on my down line. I could also sell her off overseas into the slave trade and pocket the profits myself. Yeah, we had contacts in a variety of industries, including those of the seedy underworld. Looking at her photo, she'd fetch way more on the black market than the debt her Daddy owed.  Way more.
 

Or, I could keep her for myself. My cock twitched, looking at her. Silky straight long chestnut brown hair, big jade green eyes, beautiful skin, full lips, fit yet curvy, soft-looking. She sure didn't look like she was just about to graduate high school.
 

Re the down line, our family business has somewhat of an MLM set up. We receivecommissions based on a variety of pursuits. Some call us mafia. I don't really use that word. You might say I say tomato, you say tom-atto and while it's all the same fruit, of course, there are many varieties of tomatoes. We're businessmen. Yeah, not all of what we do is legal but it's not all shady business deals and gambling debts, either.  The way it's set up creates multiple layers and plenty of income streams and the money flows up to the family coffers from a variety of areas, like security, construction, and a variety of retail and wholesale businesses. There's also a grayer type of security, loan sharking, prostitution, and drugs. We deal in herb, not in chemicals, and it's a very small part of our business.
 

Yeah, organized crime exists in the 21st century. No, it's not always as glamorous as it's portrayed on screens and it's not always seedy, either.  It's a living. Some days are fairly ordinary. Some days are awesome. Some days we have to make tough decisions. I'd had to make many tough decisions so far and I was sure there would be many more.
 

My father was a working guy who was connected around town and he wanted to start his own business. So he and his best friend, a guy also connected, started a construction company. The company did well; they were smart businessmen.Over time, they saw the need for a number of other services and they had the capital to begin expansions so they could better provide for their family without paying 50% of their earnings in tax. The company has grown by leaps and bounds in the past 30 years. After the construction company, he opened a coffee shop. He now has six of those coffee shops and it's moving to a franchising model in the next 5-7 months. He's silent partner in some restaurants, in some hotels, a few nightclubs, too. Some of those night clubs have back room card games; some that deal in big money.
 

Drugs and druggies, alcohol and alcoholics, hookers, nymphos, bookies, gamblers, loan sharks… they're always gonna be out there. Why shouldn't we profit from it? We have the brains and the brawn and the green. And because of that we've got the cars, the houses, the fat bank accounts and the high tax brackets so we look above board to the tax man and have the fat rainy day funds in our mattresses, attics, basements, whatever. And this isn't all we do; it's just a way of supplementing things.
 

Why bust our chops for a bit better than minimum wage and work like a dog our whole life to put money into a retirement plan we may never get to spend? Successful men get between what men want and the source.  That's what we do. youwant to bet on the races? We can help. You want to get your rocks off, find someone to cater to your fetishes?  We'll hook you up. You need money to pay off your gambling debts or start up a new venture? Guess, what? We can help there, too. It all fits like a puzzle together nicely. People need protection. People need money. People need help from builders to build those businesses they want us investing in so we do the investing and we do the building. And people need vices so that the end of a hard day they've had a little fun.  People need to pay up, too, though.
 

And because men can have too much of a good thing and get caught up in the sins of the flesh and the thrill of the bet it can get dirty. Some people don't pay their debts. Some people need to be dealt with. Sometimes people get greedy and try to take from us. We have to make hard decisions sometimes. People come to play; they must be prepared to pay.
 

I'm 29, Pop's namesake, I'm inches away from taking over the family business and we feed ourselves and look after our family this way so we take it seriously. If people borrow money, they have to pay their debts. We prefer cash as our currency of choice, of course, but sometimes creative financing comes into play when someone can't pay.My family may be wealthy but I've earned my stripes, too. Pop didn't believe in sticking a silver spoon in my mouth. He clawed his way up and believe me, he made sure I had to do the same. He called it character-building. I called him a hard ass. 
 

I started at the bottom and worked my way up. I bought my first place, a downtown condo, with cash, no mortgage, cash I earned from age 14 to 19. No one could ever say that I didn't deserve to sit in my father's chair when that day came.
 

Sitting in my father's office and getting told he was handing over a flesh payment on a debt to me was intriguing, to say the least.  I'd never seen him take this kind of payment before.
 

"Why are you letting the guy pay like this? This isn't our style. There's more to it. Spill."
 

Pop shrugged, "This was my choice, not his. Too many questions, Tommy. Just think of it as a gift. A bonus for all your hard work. Look at her."
 

He pushed the picture closer. I'd already seen it. My Pop didn't like questions, that was for damn sure. I guess I sort of inherited that quality from him. But I needed to know the whole story, particularly because he was probably only a few key decisions away from retiring. He didn't look ready to retire, he's only in his 50's and looks like he's in his 40's. But my Pop has worked hard tobuild his empire and he says he wants to enjoy the fruits of that labor before he's too old to really enjoy it.
 

"What kind of guy gives his daughter up for debts? The debt is measly," I said. He looked reflective and a long moment passed. "Pop…"
 

"I bought his debt. There's history. Long family history. This guy! He…" he waved his hand, "He was like one of those, what do you call… fan girls. He tried to crawl up all our asses and worm his way into the business. But he was always a liability so he didn't get the time of day.  He disrespected me many years ago. Took something from me. He paid a price.  But I don't know that his price was enough," he tapped on his temple with his index finger, "and some nights I still lay awake thinking about what he took from me. This daughter; she's all he's got of any value.  And look at her. I'm thinking she's young, she's beautiful, you could make her yours. Marry her, maybe. Your call, I know, but that's what I think. It'd be a shame to put her to work or sell her off. I saw opportunity. I acted. Two birds with one stone. Pay this guy back by taking his last thing of value. Take her to pay his paltry debt and help our family move forward." He shrugged like it was no biggie but was looking at me studiously. I could see that it was a biggie.I shook my head. This was Pop's way. He was telling me this Tia was mine to do what I wanted with but dropping his suggestion of 'marry her, maybe' was his way of saying, "Marry her" without outright demanding it. If I didn't, he'd be disappointed. People know better than to disappoint my father.  I also know that bonuses aren't in his vocabulary so he isn't giving her to me as a bonus, he's got plans. But my father knows me. He knows better than to tell me what to do outright. When he really wants me to do something, he does this.
 

"Married, Pop? Who says I'm ready to get married?"
 

"Tommy, my boy, you're almost 30! When I was thirty I already had 4 kids. You don't become a man until you start a family of your own and need to be a family man to take over the company. You decide who you marry, of course, and this young girl, she's part Irish, half Italian. She's beautiful, she's young so she can be molded into what you need her to be, and that doesn't mean you can't still have your fun. It's your decision, of course, my boy…"
 

"I'll think it over."
 

This was the best way to handle my father. He'd been pushing me to get married since I was about 23 but never this bluntly. As his eldest son
,it was expected, before I took over the company. I'd been prepped and primed to take over this company ever since I could remember. He'd drilled a lot into my head over the years and I'd jumped through hoops to prove I was worthy. Not just to him, to myself.
 

To him, settling down showed a commitment to family, showed I was ready to be a man, so to speak. I was sure I'd already proven I was a man many times to my father with tests I'd passed, decisions I'd made, problems I'd taken care of, opportunities and profit I'd brought the business --- he knew I had what it took. My father was a demanding prick and I'd paid the price of being his son many many times. I was all but in charge as it was already. In his mind he wanted me to do this to show everyone, his associates, his enemies…that I was ready to take the helm. It was an old school way of thinking but that was how it was with Pop. 
 

He'd put me at the bottom of the ladder when I was 14 and made me work my way up like any other soldier that worked for him. I knew what it took to take over for him and I knew I was ready. Evidently he thought I needed to take one more step on this journey before he was willing to hand over the keys to the kingdom.
 

But married?  He'd talked about me beingmarried in a "someday when you're married," or "someday when you're a father," "someday when you run this business," way for years but I'd never given getting married much thought. Pop certainly enjoyed being married, he got married often, but despite his love for walking down the aisle he wasn't a man who believed in any sort of marriage sanctity. 
 

Me? Women were a means to an end for me. They satisfied my desires. I had a healthy appetite and an active sex life with as much action as I wanted. I didn't do relationships --- didn't want to, didn't need to. I never had the desire to get serious, to be monogamous. I knew women liked the way I looked and they liked the money, the power, but I hadn't met anyone I cared enough about to take things to any level other than physical. Thomas Ferrano Jr. was a force to be reckoned with in and out of the boardroom, the boxing ring, the bedroom, and more and I'd been busy my whole life, proving myself, focused on the business.
 

I liked control in and out of the bedroom and was very partial to rough sex. I had my pick of playthings to suit whatever my fancy was on any given day. Blonde, brunette, redhead, African American, Asian, whatever. I'd certainly never met someone I'd wanted to marry or even date seriously. Dating someone? Getting serious?That'd feel too much like giving up control to me. Not interested. 
 

Never desired having the same woman in my bed night after night, rarely was I interested in even having the same woman twice. Who needed a woman nagging me, thinking she could tell me what she didn't want me doing, asking me inane questions that I couldn't be bothered to answer? I had no desire niggling at me yet for kids, either. I had nieces and nephews through my two sisters and the kids were fantastic but they weren't my problem on a daily basis. Being Uncle Tommy was just fine by me. 
 

Married? Sheesh. I knew how Pop's brain worked and to him, it was necessary and I'd need to do it to get what I wanted. Full control. I wanted control, control in all areas of my life. Pop was slipping just left of his prime; it was time. Pop was missing the boat on some great opportunities that could make us a lot of money and get us out of the small time game in a few areas. I could take the company to greater heights, areas that made more money and lowered our risk. If I had to get married to get him to give me the keys to the kingdom and for me to not have to run business decisions by him, maybe that's what I'd have to do. 
 

He and I butted heads a lot; I guess whateveryone says is true; we're a lot alike. And if I was head of the business I'd want to think about an heir to take over for me some day, rather than promoting one of my nephews.
 

My buddy and business associate John was married and had kids and he also had power. He and I got hammered one night at the sex club I belonged to and a conversation came up about my lack of desire to hook up with one girl night after night. He'd talked about how fucking amazing it was to have a submissive, a woman who would bow down and do anything he wanted to please him. I had that whenever I wanted. It wasn't the same girl each time but there was no shortage of women in the club who'd pant in heat when I approached them.  Johnny said I didn't get it, didn't understand what I was missing, how amazing it was to have her submission, her trust, her commitment. He played at the club. His wife was cool with it. His wife liked threesomes, even. And his wife didn't tell him what to do; she yielded to him in everything. He told me there were relationship parameters and he knew what her limits were and said he had loads of room to play.
 

I'd laughed and slapped him on the shoulder and said, "See Johnny, that's where you and I are different. The only way in the world that'd go down for me is if there were no limits, no safe
words." 
 

Control. Full control. I looked at the picture sitting in front of me again and the way she looked… I thought about control. I thought about controlling the business, being in full control of my own destiny, and I couldn't help but think about controlling her.
 

Pop was watching me mull things over. Fuck. I looked at him, conceding, "I'll meet her. We'll see."
 

My father got that look on his face that he gets when everything is falling into place. That look was one of the very few things that could chill me to the bone.

(Gobpey) When I arrived at the location of the young master Harry. I was stoked to see him in the middle of a ritual. Before I go back and ask for more help an old man pop into view.

(Nicholas)"Hold on there house elf can you tell who the boy is? My name is Nicholas Flamel by the way."

(Gobpey) "Greeting Mr. Flamel it is an honor to meet you. My young master Harry Potter is in the ritual. I do not know how he got in there as I just got here myself."

(Nicholas) "This is not good at all. He is going through a big change and we need more wizards to power this ritual up. Go get your master and anyone else to come as now! Also see if you can get his Goblin account manager it is very important for him to be here." I watch the house elf pop away to do what I asked. Then I sent a patrons message to my wife. Telling here to bring some more help.

Potter's Castle

(Gobpey) I pop back to the castle to talk with the master about what is going on. " Master, we have a problem. Young master Harry has been put into a ritual of unknown origin. Mr. Flamel showed up and told me what to do. He said that we need more wizards to power it and asked if we could bring your account manager also. He said it was important for him to be there." 

(Fleamont) As I sat there listening to Gobpey tell me about what is going with Harry. I am in shock about what he said but I know we need to move fast. " Star go get Areturs Black and bring him here now. Teilkey go to the Amos Diggory and Tooby Augusta Longbottem now." I wait a few minutes for them to get here. As they are pop in by the house elfs I tell them why I called them and have the house elfs take to Harry. 

Same Time at the Flamel House

(Perenelle Flamel) I was sitting here waiting for my husband to come home when his patrons came with a message. Saying he needs my help a few that know the old ways. Good thing some of the kids are here. "Crsy can you tell my children to come here please." It took them about ten minutes to come to me. "Ok kids, your father needs us to help him with something. So let all hold hands and Crsy will take us to him." We all hold hands and get  side-apparition to where my husband and their father is.

IN Harry's Mind 

(Harry) "Wow I am really Harry Potter this going to be fun" I said to myself. Looking around I see a wide space with six others being in here with me. I quickly realize that I am in my mind and I have a fight on my hands. I begin to make some defenses around myself. Looking at the other in my mind I see a Phoenix, Dragon, Wing Wolf, Werewolf, Basilisk, and a piece of Tom Riddle soul. Feeling the emotions of the Phoenix, Dragon and Wing Wolf I decide to reach out to them. Hoping that they will help me fight the other three. Then I feel like my soul and body is on fire when a light appears on me. I fall down screaming and fighting to stay awake.

I broke a deal with a ROB. Now I have started over and save this world.



I don't own Harry Potter or any of it characters. The MC and few other are mind. I tried and do One Chapter a week more if I have time.

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