Glancing down at his arm, Michael watched as the thick black lines of a gnarled vine wound up his forearm like a cuff. Smaller vines sprang from the larger one and appeared to bury themselves in his skin as though they were taking root. Thorns appeared along the lengths of the vines, dark droplets clinging to the tips. An accomplished artist and author who frequently decorated Michael’s skin with his drawings and words, his soulmate occasionally used those skills instead to express his displeasure.

“What’d you do this time?” Dwight asked, snickering. Michael lifted his chin at the accusation, taking mild offense at how quick his friend was to blame him. He wasn’t always at fault.

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If we mutually follow each other on here there’s at least a 20% chance I’ve referred to you in a real life conversation as “someone I know”

#’someone i know’ #’i know someone who’ #’I HAVE THIS FRIEND’

My husband knows about all the people I consider friends on here by name.  And my beta readers.  And he’s probably cursed at least half of you at one time or another for giving me “more bad ideas.”

Ah, someone else enjoyed Luke a little too much in Immortals as well then...

Totally just for reference.  Mmhmm.  *nods*

Owen you ass...  *shakes head and doesn’t stop laughing*

So freakin’ adorable.

*taps chin* The whole op involving Carter could’ve been one elaborate smokescreen where Dwight was inserted as a body double after the real Verone had already been caught. During the course of that, they discovered an up-and-coming Mexican drug lord known only as Santiago, who the CIA monitored and later sent Michael (and Dwight by extension) after.

Owen had a thing with Carter until that asshole traded him for someone else, and was long gone before Dwight got involved. When they finally meet, Owen’s both irritated and intrigued to find his handler bears such a striking resemblance to his ex. Oh yes, if this is going to be his penance for the foreseeable future, he’s going to have some fun with it.

Oh I love it!  Dwight is so done with everything.  It doesn’t help when Michael calls him using a disposable cell.  He’s in trouble.  Well, San’s in trouble- that motherfucker- and Michael needs Dwight’s help.  Apparently there’s some asshole by the name of Reyes after them.  *clears throat*

Relax

“Miguel, this is important. Where did the green hyena go?”

Pulled from the sound sleep he hadn’t enjoyed in months, Michael threw over his shoulder, “It’s with the purple one, San,” before nuzzling back into his pillow. He’d since learned that an answer, no matter how absurd, would be enough to satisfy his lover’s bizarre questions. Tonight, however, was an exception.

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Gah!  The cute!

Oh, I went full crack on this and just decided it could work as an OT4… *cough*

I like your idea of those three idiots doing it to be immortal, so how about they just take any nice healthy soul rather than just those from children? There’s zombie Monica, who cheated on Carter with Brian; the former brings her back to life to help them except now she wants nothing to do with those losers. And Carter’s all:

Speaking of cats, let’s not forget Binx. I’m thinking Hobbs, who’s still got a grudge because his family’s souls were stolen, including that of his daughter. After several failed attempts that ultimately wind up with the boys threatening to take Mia’s soul, Dom offers himself instead which they gladly agree to. Except now it’s not his soul they want…  

There’s also Letty the ‘clever little white witch’, and I’m torn between the bumbling bullies being Roman & Tej or Vince & Leon (Bri needs someone else to annoy before Carter and Owen strangle him…). 

OMG!  Monica, wtf is wrong with you?  Can Owen just stop the impending argument between Carter, Bri, and her by zapping her again?  And the boys just turn and look at him and he shrugs with sparks dancing on his fingers.  “What?  I never even liked her anyway.”

Hobbs would be a good fit.  The boys never get tired of making fun of the little pussy cat.  Hmm, not really sure who the better bullies would be actually.

But you know I’m all over an OT4.  *jumps up and down happily*  Dom is so screwed.  *clear throat*  In more ways than one.

Owen scowled at his phone when the screen lit up to alert him to another new text message. Day three of living with an injured Carter and already he wanted to strangle his husband. He swiped a finger across the screen to read the message. 

Querido, could you please bring me breakfast?

Considering he’d ignored the previous three messages due to Carter’s lack of manners, he decided this one warranted a response. 

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Owen you are positively evil.  Poor Carter.  *snuggles hurt baby*  :P

Code Word

“Know what I miss?” Barrett suddenly asked as he plopped down on the ground next to Patterson. “Tequila.”

Hearing the magic word, an eager voice nearby piped up, “Yo, who’s got tequila?”

“Nobody’s got any damn tequila,” Patterson barked back. The chorus of disappointed ‘awws’ and swears that followed made both of them snicker. A bottle would be great right about now–or anything with a high enough proof to knock him out for that matter–but he knew that wasn’t actually what Barrett was talking about.

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F&F/Riddick crossover

Continuing from the previous thread  with caseywolfe07

The trio were seething when they saw Johns.  Santana and his goons hadn’t let up in their pursuit and weren’t afraid to use their numbers to beat their lover.  Of course that didn’t mean Johns had surrendered but he wouldn’t last much longer either.

“You have to go in on your own,” Riddick informed Owen.  “We’re wanted.  They’re mercs.”

“And Johns would kill us,” Brian concluded, not looking any happier than Riddick about being left behind.  “Here.”  He offered Owen a handgun.  “Works as you’d expect,” Brian assured, “but it has a bigger kick so watch yourself.”

“Don’t shoot no one ‘less ya gotta,” Riddick added, jerking his chin for Owen to get moving.

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Holed up in the back corner of the first shithole bar he’d come across, Johns nursed his drink in silence. He needed to think and he couldn’t do that when his crew was either fussing over him or bickering among themselves.

He should see Boss, he knew that, but he simply didn’t want to. Not right now anyway. It wouldn’t fix anything for him nor would it change anything, so what was the point? He didn’t hate the man–far from it–he just couldn’t act like nothing had changed after only a few days since finding out the truth.

Between that and Owen’s sudden appearance, claiming to be his husband, the only thing Johns wanted right now was to drink himself numb for the foreseeable future.

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Previously in the motel room…

Johns had gone out to lick his wounds and drink.  Owen hadn’t been too happy with the idea but Riddick gruffed out a “Let it go” that brokered no argument.  It was the way Johns was.  The boys knew well enough when to just leave him alone and let him go.

“I’m bored,” Owen announced after a bit.  Riddick had been cleaning and sharpening his various blades- seriously, where did the guy keep them all?- and Brian was working on his twin pistols.  It reminded Owen that he wasn’t as prepared to deal with the dangers of the future with only the bowie knife Johns had slipped him.  He needed to get his own gear.

Riddick smirked, silver eyes meeting his as he suggested, “Care to be used as target practice?”  Owen scoffed.  He could tell the other man was teasing though and so gave a little smirk of his own in turn.

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Toombs and Santana locked onto them a couple of days later, and this time Johns knew there was no escaping. Separately the two were morons as far as he was concerned, but together they made up for each other’s failings and became a force to be reckoned with.

And they’d done their homework this time, making sure Boss’ crew wouldn’t be around to interfere. It was four against too many, and they’d been overwhelmed despite the numerous injuries and dead bodies left in their wake. Beside him, Owen and Brian laid in a crumpled, unconscious heap on the dusty ground.

A pair of Toombs’ crew yanked Brian up by his arms, and Johns watched helplessly as he was dragged off toward Toombs’ ship, the same fate as Riddick who was already on Santana’s ship. While there was no doubt in his mind that Riddick would escape like always, Brian he wasn’t so sure of. And if Brian couldn’t escape, he’d wind up in a slam facility that’d be a hell of a lot more difficult to spring him from. Assuming he survived that long.

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