❧ Blood Bubble Bushes ❧

“Depends on your sense of humor, doesn’t it?” He asks, again, smirking to himself. Han thought he was funny, at least. As the body is torn to pieces, leaving a mess of flaky skin floating in the air and piling up on the concrete between them. Han doesn’t seem affected by the flakes, every so often deeply exhaling as he attempted not to breathe them in. He’s done worse than this, he silently reminds himself.

“It’s just to get rid of the body.” He further elaborates, chucking broken bits of the man into the garbage back. “I’m not going to stick around and roast marshmallows, I assure you.” But Yuki did have a good point about the head; right now it was still relatively distinguishable as his mark, but by the time he gets to his employer, it’ll be a worthless hunk of dead skin cells.

He pauses in his work to tug out his phone, taking a brief moment to crouch down and take a photo of the face as proof of death before gingerly picking up the head and snapping it off the rest of the torso. “I’ve seen blood loss…this isn’t just blood loss, this is…total loss of bodily fluids at a cellular level.” Han replies but does not further question it. He’s not sure he’ll ever be needing such a drastic process just to kill someone. “But thanks for the head’s up.”

Yukiya cringes at the joke but shakes it off. “True. Most of the fluids went into keeping that bush alive.” He stands up and frowns again at the flakes of skin and whatnot clinging to his rubber gloves. The body isn’t even recognizable now, broken into dozens of little pieces.

Another awkward silence falls upon them, broken only by the periodic sound of snapping or impact of a body chunk being thrown into a garbage bag. And though he’s been trying to keep his curiosity to a minimum for the sake of his own life, it gets the better of him. He can’t help it; he’s always been a curious man.

“... So, why were you paid to kill this man?” He asks though he doesn’t expect an answer. A threat, a vague not-answer, or just being flat out ignored, maybe.

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Truthfully, Han doesn’t care. He doesn’t care what Yuki has to do after all this, or whether or not he gets caught dealing with his blood eating habits. It’s not Han’s business and he’s not getting paid for it, thus it promptly gets brushed aside in his mind. His usual way of dealing with witnesses was done in a similar manner; he’d get rid of them the same way as this body, although they may be alive during the process.

Han looks over to his new helper and smirks. “Don’t look so glum. I could have shot you and asked for your assistance too.” Which, if Yuki didn’t start hurrying up, he still might do.

“Yeah, like this–” He murmurs, crouching down to the remains, taking a firm hold of an arm and bending it back until the bone snapped and the paper thin skin shredded. He gingerly waves the arm at Yuki. Apparently hitman do have a sense of humor. “See? Whatever you did to him made him fragile. Just put some muscle into it,” He bends the elbow back until the arm snaps in two. “And he’ll make good firewood.”

Yukiya’s face scrunched up with distaste. “That’s not funny.” he said and stooped down to take hold of the other arm. He has done this before when he was too lazy to drag out the whole body at once. That didn’t mean he enjoyed doing this, though. As he snapped the bone and tore the arm apart, he was reminded of the reasons why.

Flakes of dead skin fell away like snowflakes, catching in the slightest of winds. “Losing all of your blood tends to do that,” he murmured as he reached for the torso. It didn’t take much force for his hand to just plunge right through. Another sour look crossed his face as he tore away a chunk. “I doubt this firewood would smell good, but to each their own.”

Weirdo.

“You need the head intact, right? You might want to put it in a separate bag or something. It might get a bit... powdery after a while.”

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“Right, you only read those ‘berries’.” He mumbled before taking his leave.

He knew he was being rude, appearing out of nowhere, making himself at home in a place that wasn’t his home and now it felt as if he was trying to take over. Did it matter thought? That man was doing a horrible thing. He shook the thoughts away, and got ready to head out for a long walk.

It was dark by the time he returned. He was exhausted, but made his way to the kitchen and started putting all the food he bought away and thought about making something before he went to bed, but decided against it. Besides, the other was probably asleep by now. No need in risking waking him.

Yukiya only shook his head and sighed as he finally left. Finally, some of the tension left his shoulders. Even if it was only for a little while, he could relax without someone scrutinizing his every move.

He was in the middle of another book when he heard the door swing open and the rustling of plastic. "I didn't think you'd come back this late," He commented, standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

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“Well this is your home, and it would only be right to get something something you would like as well.” Jonas responded, but new the other would probably still reject, so he quickly shrugged it off. “At least tell me what kind of food you like so I can get it while I’m out.”

“I don’t like eating food so you might as well get whatever you want,” he frowned. “The only reason i keep anything here is so people like you have something to eat when they come here.”

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Han has seen the worst of people, both in a physical and a mental sense. He’s seen what machinery and poisons and knives and bombs can do to a body and it isn’t pretty. Yes, he’s yet to see a man become mummified and harvested for blood but he’s seen people harvested for organs which is very similar and just about as unsettling.

And let’s not forget all the people who have hired him to kill relatives, children, people who trusted them– usually for the insurance money and always told to be made to look accidental. Nothing really shocks him anymore.

“…Alright.” He nods, taking the answer as truthful. “Not blood…eating. But it’s not such a stretch to think that for you, this is normal. For me, shooting people in the face for money, is normal. No sense in acting shocked out what life dishes out, you know?”

“That’s logical,” he comments. He only wishes he could take things in stride like this. Yukiya has always been an anxious man. He can’t remember the last time felt relaxed. Then again. Han’s job probably had him looking over his shoulder all the time. Maybe. Speaking of that…

“You might want to get that corpse out of here soon. Rotting blood doesn’t smell good, especially when it starts coagulating.” He nods at the corpse hanging from Han’s arms. “How are you planning on getting it out of here without anyone seeing?” He’s curious, and he could use a few tips himself.

“Isn’t it?” How he smirks, one might take it as a joke. Yukiya would be very right about Han needing to stay vigilant, yet he doesn’t seem to phased– then again, everything about him was also tailored to blend in. His clothes nice but drab, simple as simple could be and unremarkable.

Even the car he came out of from, the silver compact he rented for his time in the city was painfully plain (even for Han who may be spoiled with his racy sportscars in lockup). “One always needs to be prepared.” He explains, body being dragged until he almost crossed the threshold back into the street, his car parked in front of the alley and blocking much of the view.

He goes round the back, opening his trunk where he was indeed, prepared. Trash bags, duct tape, rope, shovels, what looks to be a blowtorch– all very sketchy and very obvious to anyone who looks inside, but alas, it’s all basic hardware that he can dump without a proper trail once this body was taken care of.

A bundle of trash bags were pulled out (along with two pairs of gloves), trunk shut and soon he’s snapping the gloves on. “He’s brittle– We’ll pull him apart, separate him into two bags– you did half the work, so you’re helping.”

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Yukiya follows, but not before giving one last longing look to the deflating blood bubble bush. He'll have to take care of it before the blood starts stinking up the place. It's a simple task with magic, but it takes up a lot of energy.

He almost suggests doing the same with the victim's body until the thought crosses his mind that the merc might have his own way of doing things. And sure enough, he's well prepared. Handy tools are placed neatly in the trunk. Anyone would be suspicious of these if they saw them together like this, but Yukiya guesses Han has his way of dealing with these as well.

Han gives him an order and Yukiya has half a mind to tell him off. Why does he have to help some guy whose name he doesn't even know? He opens his mouth to protest, but quickly snaps it shut. Again, he's not in a position to refuse. That thought alone is enough for a scowl to darken his expression.

Yukiya would rather just sever the body into prices with the sharp spade of the shovel, but that would undoubtedly make noise in the alleyway and draw attention. He takes the gloves and slides them on though he's obviously not happy about it. "Do you have a specific way you want this done or..?"

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“The dead always knows. There is nothing you can hide from them.” He said as he stood up, then became annoyed when told there was only canned food. “Really? After the last time I was here, canned food is still all you have. Not only are you a bad host, you are terrible at taking care of yourself. I don’t care what you say, I’m dragging you to town and I’m getting you real food.” He said as he stormed off to the kitchen.As much as he didn’t like the man, this would be a good break for himself. He needed out of that house.

Yukiya rolled his eyes. He didn't believe in that stuff. He liked to think that his mother had nothing to do with him after he murdered her, and he did not want to think about her looking over his shoulder even after death. "I'm not trying to be a good host—" The witch had a good point though. Yukiya sucked at taking care of himself, but he had no desire to. "You're free to go. By yourself. Your problem with the food I have here is on you. Don't go dragging me into this," He said firmly.

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Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

*kisses on lips*

Paper hearts are dangling from every surface, the numerous plants that littered their home were each adorned with them as well– it’s as if Cupid himself barfed all over the place. Despite the pink nightmare that was their home, the boys had enjoyed making all the hearts and were proud of their decorating job, so their parents weren’t complaining either.

“Well, kids like sugar.” She muses, plucking a cookie for herself because the boys weren’t the only ones with a love of sweets. Speaking of sweets, she damn near squeals as Yuki reveals his gift, her hands pressing against her chest the second she realizes their chocolates– handmade ones too! “Oh, Yuki…that’s so sweet, oh gosh! That must have taken you so long to make!” She hugs her friend tightly, Leo letting out an annoyed mew as he’s nearly crushed beneath the two.

“Hey, hey…what’s with all the lovey dovey– are those handmade chocolates?” Lázaro questions, looking suddenly intrigued. He quickly regrets his words as all three boy’s attention is caught.

“Chocolates?!” Three small voice chime in, clearly excited.

Didi pulls away from the hug to law down the law. “No chocolates until after dinner. You’ve had enough sugar for now– and what do we say to Uncle Yuki?”

Again, there’s a chorus of three voices, “Thank you, Uncle Yuki.” Although the youngest is really saying tank you, but it’s the thought that counts.

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“It didn’t take that long,” He laughs softly despite the fact that they actually did. He messed up the first batch, mistaking salt for sugar. They look so similar, could anyone blame him?

Joyce sure did.

Yukiya feels a warm smile spread across his lips as the three kids chorus their thanks. They are such a beautiful reprise from the usual ghoulish children he’s grown accustomed to interacting with. Their beaming smiles heal his heart a little more every time he sees them.

“You’re very welcome. Don’t eat all of them at once though, okay? Your teeth will fall out,” he teases, but with all of the sugar they’ve already consumed, that might be close to becoming a reality.

Suddenly, he thinks of something.“Hey, would you kids like to see a magic trick?”

Han has seen the worst of people, both in a physical and a mental sense. He’s seen what machinery and poisons and knives and bombs can do to a body and it isn’t pretty. Yes, he’s yet to see a man become mummified and harvested for blood but he’s seen people harvested for organs which is very similar and just about as unsettling.

And let’s not forget all the people who have hired him to kill relatives, children, people who trusted them– usually for the insurance money and always told to be made to look accidental. Nothing really shocks him anymore.

“…Alright.” He nods, taking the answer as truthful. “Not blood…eating. But it’s not such a stretch to think that for you, this is normal. For me, shooting people in the face for money, is normal. No sense in acting shocked out what life dishes out, you know?”

“That’s logical,” he comments. He only wishes he could take things in stride like this. Yukiya has always been an anxious man. He can’t remember the last time felt relaxed. Then again. Han’s job probably had him looking over his shoulder all the time. Maybe. Speaking of that...

“You might want to get that corpse out of here soon. Rotting blood doesn’t smell good, especially when it starts coagulating.” He nods at the corpse hanging from Han’s arms. “How are you planning on getting it out of here without anyone seeing?” He’s curious, and he could use a few tips himself.

#sweets #food #Headcanons

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Desserts from 7 Baker, Toronto

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Despite his initial impression of a very angry, gun toting killer, Han still looked like a trustworthy soul. Kind eyes– it’s hard for a killer to have kind eyes, but he did. His age marked his face, laugh lines round his lips, the beginning of wrinkles round his eyes, it made him appear far too normal. It’s also what made him so sought after, no one ever expected the man that looked like a weary father who tells bad dad jokes to pull out a gun and shoot you in the face.

He doesn’t react to the biting of the…fruit, aside the slight quirking of a single brow. That was new. He;s heard of that…that condition where people needed constant transfusions and such to live but he’s taking a wild guess this isn’t the case with this man. “Is the desire to eat…blood a medical necessity or a compulsion?” He’s rather blunt in his questioning; he’s nothing if not cautious about all strange, new people he meets.

There’s a quietness to Han's presence, so ordinary it’s unsettling. That’s one thing they share, at least. It pays to have a gentle face and a warm smile. People begin to think ‘there’s no way this man can do anything wrong. He would never hurt a fly’.

It’s the first time someone hasn’t been visibly repulsed by him drinking blood. A mixture of relief and curiosity stir within. What has this man seen to have made him so unmoved at such a sight?

Yukiya purses his lips. “... Compulsion,” he answers. Most people would call that a curse, but Yukiya doesn’t have any strong feelings towards his condition. He doesn’t miss being able to taste food; you can’t miss what you never had. “Are things like these normal for you? You look awfully bored.”

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It wasn’t a stretch to think that Didi was a fan of the pink, heart-shaped holiday that was Valentine’s Day. Of course, she loved the concept of a whole holiday based on love-based materialism. And of course, Yuki was to be included in this year’s festivities; friend he may be, but he was not allowed to be indifferent or mopey on this day. No, no, he’s forcibly dragged by his small friend to her home, celebrations already underway–

By celebrations, we mean A Charlie Brown Valentine is playing on their TV, Didi’s children all flopped on the floor with their father, watching intently, eating heart shaped cookies decorated by the family. Sprinkles were haphazardly strewn everywhere between the kitchen and the living room and Didi ignored it for now as she led Yuki inside.

Upon seeing the family friend, Lázaro waved and the three boys excitedly got up to crowd around Uncle Yuki, offering up more cookies– Didi explained that Yuki couldn’t eat cookies yet (which prompted much groaning form the children) and sent them back to their father. “They’re a little excitable, non?” Didi questions with a smile, leading Yuki to sit by her side on the couch. “See? Isn’t this nicer than being all cooped up at home, hm?”

Even the family cat was in on the party, the boys having taped a number of paper hearts over his fur– thankfully Leo wasn’t a very active cat and was content to roll himself up by Yuki’s side and refuse to budge.

Didi’s house was a lot pinker than usual, Yukiya thought as he was pulled through her front door. The house smelled smelled like sugar and icing, neither of which were particularly appetizing to him.

The children (who he actually dawdled on when no one was looking) adorably offered him some cookies. “O-oh. Not right now. Maybe later-” Didi saved him. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy eating sweets (okay, maybe that was the case just a little) but he just wasn’t... hungry for them.

Wait. Did Didi still think he was a vampire? He’d ask later.

“They do have a lot of sugar in them right now,” he pointed out, hand moving to absentmindedly stroke Leo’s soft fur until his finger snagged on a pink heart. “This is the definitely better than what I usually do on Valentine’s Day.” And what he usually did on this special day was not very loving at all.

“Oh, right,” he suddenly straightened and leaned over to open his bag. “I brought gifts for all of you.” Rummaging through, he retrieved five clear plastic packages closed off with decorative string. Inside were heart-shaped chocolates of varying colours and flavours. “Homemade chocolate. It was my first time making them, but my taste-tester said they were good, so...”

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#Faceclaim

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Han has yet to come across something like this, this apparent plant that feeds off living blood in order to sustain itself. It’s not like a flytrap that can live off the small life of a fly but needs a whole human host in order to live. Han’s not a superstitious man but something was certainly wrong with either the plant or the man tending to it.

“…Why do you do this? What does the continuation of a…bloody plant mean so much to you?” He questions before abruptly pulling the mummified corpse up from the dirt, limbs creaking as he manages to get it out. “I’ve sent back worse. Accidents happen.”

There’s a chilling silence for a while. Yukiya seems to consider telling Han the truth, eyes downcast before they peer up to meet Han’s. He walks over to the corpse hanging from his arms and plucks a blood bubble.

“Well, to put it simply,” He brings the red sphere up to his lips and tears the skin with his teeth. “a bloody plant like this means a steady supply of fresh blood.” He lets a few drops of blood trickle into his mouth before he (regretfully) throws the fruit away.