Ben Solo

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[nefarioussolo]

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About Ben

This is a modern, dark portrayal of Ben Solo and as such, his personality will reflect this. Where his brother, @stranglermatt is fond of strangulation, Ben prefers the weight of a blade in his hand and the rush of blood that follows.

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[daydreamsofren]

The Gala

A continuation from this thread | @stranglermatt and @nefarioussolo

Tonight is the Hux Family Charity Gala.

The gala is an annual charity event that Hux family has hosted for many years. This year, the gala is strategically planned around the upcoming election, and the proceeds from the silent art auction are to be donated across the city to various non-profits, meant to show how much Armitage cares about the people he represents. I know that Armitage couldn’t care less about helping the people, and he really only cares about the power that comes with his position. If he wins the next senate race, there is a good chance he’ll be in the running for the next presidential election.

After contacting several event suppliers last night, I eventually found what I needed for the gala. The masquerade masks were not cheap, especially with it being a last-minute order, but they were perfect, a wide variety of elegantly decorated masks. I was able to get myself and Armitage matching, but unique and one of a kind masks, knowing he would want to stand out in a crowd.

There are only a few hours left until the gala begins, so I start getting ready, caking on as much makeup on my face as I can to try and cover my black eye. As usual, makeup only does so much, and the purple and black bruising is still easily noticeable. Luckily, the mask will cover everything perfectly. The remaining bruising around my neck that has faded to a yellowish hue, will be hidden by the high neck of the dress.

With my hair and makeup finally finished, confident that no one will see any hint of bruising anywhere on my skin, I stand in front of the mirror, letting the red silk robe fall from my shoulders. I decided on a lacy black set to wear under the dress for the evening, even though no one else will be seeing it. As I look at my reflection, my eyes skip over all the other spots on my body and go straight to the deep purple mark on my inner thigh, the one I can’t bare look at without tears wanting to escape.

Cutting things off with Matt and Ben is for the best… right? I shouldn’t be causing trouble for Armitage this close to the election, and involving them was a reckless decision on my part. Had I not abruptly hung up on Matt last night, I would have let him talk me out of putting a stop to whatever plans he and Ben had to help me escape.

Seeing Armitage at his cruelest over the past few days, strung out because of the gala, I know things will only get worse as we get closer to the election. He’s usually more careful about where he leaves any marks on my body, but recently he doesn’t seem to care if evidence of his abuse is left where others can see. I can only imagine what he would do if he ever found out about this past week, about me sneaking out of the hotel without my security and seeing Matt. It was too dangerous, for everyone, and it was better that I ended things now before anyone got hurt, or worse.

I shake any thoughts of Matt from my mind as I slip into the dress just as Armitage walks into the bathroom. He is coming in to check and make sure I look presentable, this being the normal routine before any public event. While I stand in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, flattening out the front of the dress, Armitage stalks up behind me, fully dressed in his black tux. His hand falls to the zipper at my lower back, and roughly zips the dress up.

When he circles around in front of me, he tilts my head up with two fingers under my chin, moving my head from side to side as he inspects my face. “You couldn’t cover that up any better than that?” He spits out, referring to the purple bruising around my eye and the bridge of my nose.

“I’m sorry,” my eyes cast downward, “I can try something else.”

Armitage drops his hand and steps back, giving my entire figure a once over. “I suppose it will have to do, just make sure not to remove your mask in front of guests.”

I only nod in response, still looking down at the ground. I only look up once he starts talking again.

“Remember dear, this is a big night for me. I want you by my side, but try to keep talking to a minimum, you are to be a quiet observer tonight. You are not to embarrass me in any way, do you understand?”

My first mistake is rolling my eyes, not realizing what I did. My second mistake is letting my thoughts fall from my tongue instead of keeping my mouth shut. “I know how to behave myself, Armie. This isn’t our first event.” His eyes immediately grow dark and I know I just majorly fucked up.

In an instant, my back is colliding with the wall, and my jaw is firmly held in one of his hands. The fingers of Hux’s other hand have a bruising grip on my hip. “What has gotten into you lately? Disobeying my instructions, talking back, rolling your eyes at me. You obviously do not know how to behave, and need constant reminding.” He snarls, fingers digging deeper into my side to get the point across. Tears threaten to spill, but I try my best to push them down, not wanting to ruin my makeup any further.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whimper. “Please Armie, you’re hurting me.”

His face is completely red with anger as he keeps me held tight in his grasp. “I don’t know where this new attitude of yours has come from, but I’ve had enough of it. You know I don’t like hurting you, darling, but you need to remember your place.”

Nodding as best I can with his firm grip on my face, tears finally spill over, and I babble out another apology, promising to be good. He finally relents, and releases his hold on me before turning to the mirror and straightening out his tux.

“Clean yourself up and be downstairs in five minutes,” he instructs, glaring at me through the mirror.

Sniffling and nodding, I don’t move from my spot against the wall until he takes his leave from the bathroom. Walking back over to the mirror, I pull up the skirt of the dress and look at the reddened spots on my side. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing these ones, but I know that was done on purpose.

Doing as I was told, I quickly pull myself together, slip on my heels, and tie the masquerade mask on tight so it doesn’t come loose at any point throughout the night. I make my way down the stairs, the fake smile I’ve become well accustomed to wearing now presented on my half-covered face. Finding Armitage at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me, he wraps his arm around my waist and his hand rests on the sore spot on my side, giving it another firm squeeze before saying low in my ear, “don’t disappoint me.”

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“I fucking hate these monkey suits,” Matt complains, tugging at the collar of his tux.

For someone who enjoys strangling the fuck out of people, he sure hated the tightening around his own throat. “And these contacts are fucking itchy. Of course, it had to be a goddamn masquerade.”

“You complain a lot. Doesn’t it get exhausting, being so...snippety all the time?”

“Fuck you, Ben, I’m not snippety,” Matt grumbles as he settles the uncomfortable mask into place and squints his eyes, trying to focus his vision through the slits. He could technically see with the contacts in, but not with the same clarity as when he wears his glasses; but obviously, glasses weren’t an option. Deep down, he was thankful that Ben had suggested grabbing his contacts, just in case.

“You are the definition of snippety, little brother,” Ben teases, “Be grateful for the masks though. Hux probably would have recognized us on sight if we had just strolled in and unleashed his lackeys on us. We should have been better prepared for that.”

Matt knew his twin was right; they showed up to this event, half-cocked without a single plan to guide the way. They were usually more meticulous in their planning than this-- they had to be in their...line of work.

But Matt was panicking. The way Meg had just ended things with him didn’t sit right in his gut. Not after all the trouble she went through to seek him out after a decade of no contact. Not after the dressing room. Not after seeing the way that redheaded fuck treated her at the restaurant. Not after the texts they had exchanged all week. And he knows for a fucking fact that he didn’t imagine what was between them.

He couldn’t just let her go.

Not again.

“I think we should split up to look for her. It will be easier for us to move and we can cover twice the ground,” Matt reasons, anxious to begin his search.

“Good idea. I also think this is a great opportunity to scope for intel. Keep your eyes open and meet me at the staircase in twenty minutes,” Ben instructs, as the brother disappears and the hunter emerges. Without another word, the twins separate, going off in their own directions.

Matt slinks around, casually weaving in between all of the rich assholes congratulating one another on their many brilliant successes. He really hated people in general, but these wealthy fuckheads are the worst kind, hiding behind stacks of cash and exploitation of the working class. He may be a killer, but these people are the real murderers. With a scowl on his face, he continues his search around the large main room, not spotting Meg anywhere.

It’s not until seven minutes before he’s meant to meet Ben that Matt spots blonde hair and a familiar black dress duck into a doorway at the end of a long, empty hallway. He looks around, ensuring that he wasn’t being watched before striding quickly down the path.

He doesn’t have to wait long before the door cracks open and he pushes his way through, shuffling Meg back into the room and latching the heavy wood into place before flipping the lock. Meg’s eyes widen behind her mask as she takes in the man standing before her, panic flooding her system at the prospect of Armitage possibly having seen Matt follow her in here.

“What are you doing here, Matt? If Armitage recognizes you, we’re all in trouble.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snaps. When she flinches at his tone, Matt takes a deep breath before responding more calmly, not intending to frighten her more, “You said something about a blackeye and hung up on me, then disconnected the burner. You completely cut me out and I was worried. This was the only lead I had to make sure you were okay.”

“I cut you off because this is not your problem! It’s mine,” she whispers with the taste of irritation coating her tongue.

“Not alone it’s not. Not anymore. The second you showed back up in my life, you invited me to stay and I’m not fucking going anywhere,” Matt argues.

“It’s my decision, Matt!” Meg yells before catching herself and lowering her voice, “ I’m fucking tired of men bossing me around. I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Now move out of my way and leave my home.”

For once in his life, Matt is speechless and hesitantly steps out of the way so Meg can open the door and he watches as she storms down the narrow hallway to rejoin the party. He doesn’t want to be another obstacle in her life. Just another man telling her what to do. So instead of chasing after her, he does the next best thing that he can to ensure her safety-- he heads for the staircase to meet Ben so they can get their intel and handle this once and for all.

He wouldn’t seek her out anymore if that’s what she really wanted. He could leave her alone if it meant she was safe. So he would keep his word and handle this situation for her.

Then he would find the strength to let her go.

Again.

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[nefarioussolo]

Twenty minutes. Twenty incredibly short minutes is all that Ben has, the clock counting down each second from the moment he and his brother part ways within the confines of tonight’s gala. Expertly, he weaves his way through the crowd, careful as ever not to draw any suspicion to his presence. He moves with confidence, his long strides carrying him from one end of the space to the other until he finds himself in the smaller confines of a hallway lined with a handful of large, wooden doors.

One by one he tests the handles, seeking out the easy target of an unlocked room. The first two prove to be anything but that, as does the third and then the fourth, but it is the fifth that he is certain will bring him the luck that he needs. As he reaches forward for the handle, the door swings open, revealing one very irritated looking man. Not Hux, Ben notes as the two look at one another in surprise at having discovered the other.

“Can I help you?”

Ben’s gaze flickers behind the man, discovering that this room is exactly what he’s been looking for. Like the rest of the space in which the gala is being held, this room is equally ostentatious with its wooden paneling and gaudy chandelier.

“Apologies,” Ben replies, swinging his gaze back to the surly man who stands before him. He offers him his most charming smile, flashing teeth and all. “I was looking for the bathroom and someone pointed me down here.”

The muscles of the man’s jaw tick with a silent agitation. “You were misinformed,” he says gruffly. “It’s the hall opposite this one.”

“Ah, right.” This time when Ben smiles, it’s with a faux sheepish expression. “Sorry again.”

He pivots on the balls of his feet and begins to step back down the hallway, casting his gaze down to the watch that adorns his left wrist and checks the time.

Five minutes.

Shit.

Again, Ben blends in effortlessly among the crowd as he navigates the partygoers. When a waiter with a tray of hors d'oeuvres pass, he reaches to snatch one, popping it into his mouth with a muffled thank you. Ben dusts his fingers off, eyes locked onto the destination as it nears with every long step. Before long, he finds himself in the stairwell only to be greeted by an oddly defeated looking Matt.

“You’re fucking late,” his brother spits out at him, a hand lifting to scratch at the blonde curls at the back of his head.

“By, what, thirty seconds. Calm down.”

Matt’s eyes squint, and the defeated expression turns to one of sheer annoyance. “Are you fucking eating?!”

“Lower your voice,” Ben warns. “I had a snack on the way over here, sue me. Listen,” he starts, seeking to avoid the fight, “I did some snooping, and I found Hux’s office.”

This seems to catch Matt’s attention, and for the first time since Ben’s arrival into the stairwell, his brother perks up.

“Where,” is all he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

Moments later, the two are slipping back through the crowd, this time headed in the direction from whence Ben had initially come. When they round the corner, it is only to be greeted by a most infuriating sight. Armitage has crowded Meg’s space, a finger lifted to point it in her face as he speaks to her angrily in a hushed tone. Seconds later, the sound of a hard slap can be heard as his palm connects with her cheek. The next few seconds pass by are a whirlwind. Matt takes a step forward, hands balled into fists in preparation for a fight and Ben reaches for him, grabbing him by the suit jacket and tugging him backwards, pulling him back around the corner to not only get his head back on straight but to avoid the two of them being spotted by Hux before they can complete the task at hand.

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[daydreamsofren]

No, no, no! He can’t be here!

I cannot believe Matt has shown up here tonight. He has no right to come here after I told him to forget everything and move on. He has no idea what Armitage will do if he suspects anything is going on. That’s the whole reason I had to cut things off in the first place. There was something about having Matt and Ben were in my corner that has pushed me to be a little braver and it has not gone unnoticed. Armitage is right, I do have a new attitude, and it’s only been making things worse for me.

What makes this even more infuriating, is how damn good Matt looks in a tux. I have no doubts that Matt can pull off any look, but there is something about him in that tux, that makes me want to forget what I said, and devour him, and never let him go— but I can’t. I can’t let myself drag him into this any further, I have to figure this out on my own so no one else gets hurt.

Storming out of the restroom, my heels click against the hardwood floor, taking me back to the party. My entire body is shaking as I make my way through the crowd. I try my best to keep my head down and avoid any interactions with our guests until I can find Armitage. The thought of sneaking a glass of champagne crosses my mind, something to calm my nerves, but Armitage would know, and he doesn’t like for me to drink.

When I finally find that head of fiery red hair, he has already spotted me. As I approach, Armitage is laughing along with the two men he is conversing with, but his piercing green eyes are shooting daggers right at me. He’s angry with me. Does he know about Matt? Did someone see us?

Slowing my pace, I cautiously advance towards my fiancé, trying to keep my body from trembling. Armitage wraps his arm around my waist, hastily pulling me into him. His hand forcefully squeezes that tender spot on my side and I hold back a whimper, keeping a smile displayed as the two men continue to talk.

Armitage leans down, his lips right next to my ear and asks, “Where have you been?”

“I was in the lady’s room, freshening up.” I glance up to see the terrifying fake smile he was using to hide his anger.

He only hummed in response and returned his attention to his guests, keeping a possessive arm wrapped around me, keeping me from wondering off again. The men continue on talking as though I’m not even here, so I play the role Armitage instructed and listen without saying a word. It isn’t much longer that Armitage uses a break in the conversation to excuse the two of us. I smile and give a polite nod at the two gentlemen while I’m being pulled away into the crowd.

Armitage guides me through the room, hand on the small of my back. He greets a couple of guests, but doesn’t stop to talk to anyone, seemingly determined to get through the crowd. When he ushers me down the hall and up the stairs, away from everyone else, I know I’m about to be scolded for something.

Now hidden away from any curious eyes, Armitage shoves me hard against the wall, and cages me in. The facade that he put on for the public was long gone now that no one could see what really goes on in this house.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was after you took it upon yourself to walk away from me?” He snarled, finger pointing in my face. “There were several donors to my campaign that I wanted to introduce you to, and you weren’t there. Do you know how bad that makes me look?” Spit flew from his mouth as he reprimanded me.

“Armie, I just needed to—”

The harsh slap comes unexpectedly, cutting me off mid-sentence, my head snapping to the side with the force of his strike, and the pain radiating through my already mistreated eye. I bring my hand up to nurse my burning cheek while tears begin fall, several curls coming loose to partially fall in front of my face.

Armitage let’s out a sigh and leans in close, hot breath on the side of my face as I keep my eyes cast down at the ground. “I don’t have time for excuses, I need to return to my guests.”

A hand finds my chin, forcing my gaze up to look him in the eye. “Since you can’t act properly, I’ll inform the guests that you’ve become ill and need to retire for the evening. I’m sure you’ll be missed.” He says, placing quick kiss on my lips. “Now, go to bed, darling. We’ll finish this conversation in the morning.”

I say nothing, watching him walk away with more tears filling my eyes, streaming down over the mask and falling from my face. After he disappears around the corner, I screw my eyes shut allowing sobs to rack my body, the feeling of helplessness sinking in.

It’s only when I hear footsteps approaching that I straighten up, and start wiping away the tears in an attempt to cover up the fact that I was falling apart just now.

When I look up, hoping Armitage hasn’t returned, I’m met with warm brown eyes belonging to Matt, with Ben hovering close behind. The anger that I felt from seeing Matt before instantly disappears, and is replaced with relief and gratefulness that he’s still here.

I realize now, with both of them here in this moment of feeling so alone and powerless, that I was completely and utterly wrong to try and push them away. I can’t do this on my own, not anymore, no matter how afraid I am of what might go wrong. I can’t let that fear keep me isolated and hopeless any longer.

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It takes every modicum of self-control Matt possesses, along with his twin’s full strength physically restraining him, to keep him from storming down the hallway and beating a new hole in Hux’s face.

“You just saw him fucking hit her,” Matt growls.

“Charging in right now is not going to help her. All that’s going to do is cause more problems. What do you think he will do to her if he realizes you’ve been in contact, hmm? That you’re here, of all places for his fiance! We’ll be locked up faster than you can even call her name and then what? She’s left all alone with him again. Is that what you want, huh? Because you can’t fucking help from a prison cell.” Ben hisses quietly, ending his rant and releasing his brother.

Just then, the clicking of expensive loafers draws nearer and the twins back further into the shadows as Armitage strides to the end of the dark hallway to descend the grand staircase, following the immaculate spiral back down to the party. Wasting no more time, Matt abandons his brother now that Hux was no longer a threat and quickly shuffles around the corner to get to Meg.

His heart stops in his chest for a beat, never having seen her so broken and defeated, crumpled on the floor with fear and tears in her eyes-- his fallen angel. When she looks up to see Matt approaching, her shoulders sag in relief that it’s not Hux coming back. Offering his hands, Matt helps her to her feet and brushes his lips against her knuckles soothingly, calming them both down.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks softly.

“No,” Meg admits on a sigh, voice shaking, “I thought you both left.”

The sound of Ben’s slowing footsteps comes to a halt at Matt’s back and he peeks around his younger brother to get a look at the woman in front of him. Giving her a half-smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, Ben’s hand comes up to give her shoulder a quick, reassuring squeeze in greeting.

“We have a task to complete before we can go,” Ben says gently.

“What task?” Meg asks, eyes darting between the twins.

“We need to get into Hux’s office,” Matt responds, “...to find some dirt.”

“I can help with that,” she says, pulling out of Matt’s arms and turning to face the keypad just to the right of the door. She punches in a few numbers and swings the door open as both brothers peer inside and then back to her, impressed. “I have my own code,” she admits, shrugging before walking inside, the clicking of her heels echoing behind her.

Matt’s eyes take a moment to admire the way her ass looks in the black dress, accentuated by the heels. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he turns to find Ben staring as well. Matt’s fist connects with Ben’s shoulder, making his brother stumble back.

“The fuck!” Ben hisses, grabbing his sore arm.

“Quit staring,” Matt growls, storming into the room after Meg. Ben grumbles under his breath as he follows his brother into the room, latching the door closed behind him.

Stopping in the middle of the office with Matt coming up behind her, Meg turns to face him in the muted light.

“Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone,” Meg murmurs, taking Matt’s large calloused hand in her significantly smaller one.

“Yeah, of course,” he says, pulling her toward the balcony door, “We’ll be back in a minute, Ben.” His twin waves the two of them off dismissively as he sits in the large desk chair and opens the laptop to begin trying passwords.

With the glass door closed behind them, Matt and Meg walk hand-in-hand to the railing overlooking the glowing deck below, illuminating the empty pool stretching to the edge of the building so swimmers can overlook the city. Turning to Meg, Matt studies the black glittering mask and he reaches behind her to untie the ribbon, wanting to see her face. Meg’s hand snakes up to circle his wrist, stopping him from removing the cover.

“Let me see,” Matt demands softly, “please.”

Meg’s face smoothes and hesitantly, she releases her hold, allowing him to finish pulling the silk ribbon and removing the mask from her face. He inhales a sharp breath when he spots the dark swelling around her beautiful sapphire eye. She did her best to cover it up with makeup, but it was still very obvious that a fist had connected with the soft tissue.

No wonder the asshole made it a masquerade at the last minute. He couldn’t wait until the day he could get a garrote around Hux’s neck-- no, this was personal. He wants to use his bare hands and look the redhead in the eyes while he feels the life leave his body. But that day would come. So for now…

Matt’s arms circle around her as his lips brush softly against the discolored tissue and Meg sighs heavily, sinking into his body.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, pushing you away. Matt, I’m so sorry,” she exhales with a shaky breath as her eyes begin to sting again, dampness coating her lashline.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Matt whispers, pulling back to gently wipe the tears from her cheek, being careful to avoid pressing too hard on her puffy eye. “Just…” he pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts, “no more cutting us out on a whim. If there is a problem, talk to me. Fuck, you can even talk to Ben. But no more running, Flame.”

“No more running,” she promises as her palm rests against his stubbled jaw.

Matt pulls Meg closer, hand reaching for the back of her to pull her mouth to his, meeting her soft lips and kissing just the way he had been dreaming of doing all week long.

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He hates this, seeing Meg looking so defeated, so utterly broken upon Hux's hasty exit to slither off to some unbeknownst location within this godforsaken gala the trio have found themselves in.

And he hates that he cannot be the one to comfort her. It's a selfish though, and it's selfish of him to allow it to linger in his mind, but as he watches his younger brother press his lips to the blonde's knuckles in reassurance, Ben cannot help but feel the tendrils of something foreign and bitter beginning to take root.

But now is not the time for dwelling on such emotions. So he buries them; shoves them down deep and piles on as much proverbial dirt onto them as he can until they stay put and he is once again clear-headed. It is like a switch has been flipped and now he is all laser focus when Meg opens the door to Hux's office and the three of them slip inside.

As Matt and Meg make their way out onto the balcony, Ben sets to work, plopping down into the leather office chair behind the mahogany desk. His goal is simple: hack into the laptop that Hux will come to regret leaving out so openly. If he is lucky, which Ben suspects that he will be tonight, then Hux will have also made the mistake of leaving valuable information easily accessible upon logging in.

It feels as if it takes him no time at all, fingers flying over the keys, until Ben has successfully cracked the login code. Finding something of use, however, takes a much deeper dive.

"Well hello there," he mutters to himself, eyes squinting slightly as he concentrates on the folder that he's just located. Double clicking on the icon, he pulls up file after file, going through each one quickly to ensure that this is, in fact, what the three of them will need going forward.

It is, as suspected, one hell of a bomb—both figuratively and literally. "Holy fuckin' shit," Ben murmurs as he peruses each document.

It would appear that Hux is not as legitimate as he claims. These documents alone, the ones depicting a privately owned weapons company courtesy of one Armitage Hux, are enough to cost him everything personally and professionally.

Scooting away from the desk, Ben rises up from his spot in the chair and makes a beeline for the balcony door. Without hesitation, he swings it open, interrupting the fleeting moment of physical intimacy between his brother and Meg.

"If you two are done," he starts, motioning with a nod of his head back towards the office he's just stepped out of, "I think we've hit the fucking jackpot."

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The Gala

A continuation from this thread | @stranglermatt and @nefarioussolo

Tonight is the Hux Family Charity Gala.

The gala is an annual charity event that Hux family has hosted for many years. This year, the gala is strategically planned around the upcoming election, and the proceeds from the silent art auction are to be donated across the city to various non-profits, meant to show how much Armitage cares about the people he represents. I know that Armitage couldn’t care less about helping the people, and he really only cares about the power that comes with his position. If he wins the next senate race, there is a good chance he’ll be in the running for the next presidential election.

After contacting several event suppliers last night, I eventually found what I needed for the gala. The masquerade masks were not cheap, especially with it being a last-minute order, but they were perfect, a wide variety of elegantly decorated masks. I was able to get myself and Armitage matching, but unique and one of a kind masks, knowing he would want to stand out in a crowd.

There are only a few hours left until the gala begins, so I start getting ready, caking on as much makeup on my face as I can to try and cover my black eye. As usual, makeup only does so much, and the purple and black bruising is still easily noticeable. Luckily, the mask will cover everything perfectly. The remaining bruising around my neck that has faded to a yellowish hue, will be hidden by the high neck of the dress.

With my hair and makeup finally finished, confident that no one will see any hint of bruising anywhere on my skin, I stand in front of the mirror, letting the red silk robe fall from my shoulders. I decided on a lacy black set to wear under the dress for the evening, even though no one else will be seeing it. As I look at my reflection, my eyes skip over all the other spots on my body and go straight to the deep purple mark on my inner thigh, the one I can’t bare look at without tears wanting to escape.

Cutting things off with Matt and Ben is for the best… right? I shouldn’t be causing trouble for Armitage this close to the election, and involving them was a reckless decision on my part. Had I not abruptly hung up on Matt last night, I would have let him talk me out of putting a stop to whatever plans he and Ben had to help me escape.

Seeing Armitage at his cruelest over the past few days, strung out because of the gala, I know things will only get worse as we get closer to the election. He’s usually more careful about where he leaves any marks on my body, but recently he doesn’t seem to care if evidence of his abuse is left where others can see. I can only imagine what he would do if he ever found out about this past week, about me sneaking out of the hotel without my security and seeing Matt. It was too dangerous, for everyone, and it was better that I ended things now before anyone got hurt, or worse.

I shake any thoughts of Matt from my mind as I slip into the dress just as Armitage walks into the bathroom. He is coming in to check and make sure I look presentable, this being the normal routine before any public event. While I stand in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, flattening out the front of the dress, Armitage stalks up behind me, fully dressed in his black tux. His hand falls to the zipper at my lower back, and roughly zips the dress up.

When he circles around in front of me, he tilts my head up with two fingers under my chin, moving my head from side to side as he inspects my face. “You couldn’t cover that up any better than that?” He spits out, referring to the purple bruising around my eye and the bridge of my nose.

“I’m sorry,” my eyes cast downward, “I can try something else.”

Armitage drops his hand and steps back, giving my entire figure a once over. “I suppose it will have to do, just make sure not to remove your mask in front of guests.”

I only nod in response, still looking down at the ground. I only look up once he starts talking again.

“Remember dear, this is a big night for me. I want you by my side, but try to keep talking to a minimum, you are to be a quiet observer tonight. You are not to embarrass me in any way, do you understand?”

My first mistake is rolling my eyes, not realizing what I did. My second mistake is letting my thoughts fall from my tongue instead of keeping my mouth shut. “I know how to behave myself, Armie. This isn’t our first event.” His eyes immediately grow dark and I know I just majorly fucked up.

In an instant, my back is colliding with the wall, and my jaw is firmly held in one of his hands. The fingers of Hux’s other hand have a bruising grip on my hip. “What has gotten into you lately? Disobeying my instructions, talking back, rolling your eyes at me. You obviously do not know how to behave, and need constant reminding.” He snarls, fingers digging deeper into my side to get the point across. Tears threaten to spill, but I try my best to push them down, not wanting to ruin my makeup any further.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whimper. “Please Armie, you’re hurting me.”

His face is completely red with anger as he keeps me held tight in his grasp. “I don’t know where this new attitude of yours has come from, but I’ve had enough of it. You know I don’t like hurting you, darling, but you need to remember your place.”

Nodding as best I can with his firm grip on my face, tears finally spill over, and I babble out another apology, promising to be good. He finally relents, and releases his hold on me before turning to the mirror and straightening out his tux.

“Clean yourself up and be downstairs in five minutes,” he instructs, glaring at me through the mirror.

Sniffling and nodding, I don’t move from my spot against the wall until he takes his leave from the bathroom. Walking back over to the mirror, I pull up the skirt of the dress and look at the reddened spots on my side. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing these ones, but I know that was done on purpose.

Doing as I was told, I quickly pull myself together, slip on my heels, and tie the masquerade mask on tight so it doesn’t come loose at any point throughout the night. I make my way down the stairs, the fake smile I’ve become well accustomed to wearing now presented on my half-covered face. Finding Armitage at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me, he wraps his arm around my waist and his hand rests on the sore spot on my side, giving it another firm squeeze before saying low in my ear, “don’t disappoint me.”

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“I fucking hate these monkey suits,” Matt complains, tugging at the collar of his tux.

For someone who enjoys strangling the fuck out of people, he sure hated the tightening around his own throat. “And these contacts are fucking itchy. Of course, it had to be a goddamn masquerade.”

“You complain a lot. Doesn’t it get exhausting, being so...snippety all the time?”

“Fuck you, Ben, I’m not snippety,” Matt grumbles as he settles the uncomfortable mask into place and squints his eyes, trying to focus his vision through the slits. He could technically see with the contacts in, but not with the same clarity as when he wears his glasses; but obviously, glasses weren’t an option. Deep down, he was thankful that Ben had suggested grabbing his contacts, just in case.

“You are the definition of snippety, little brother,” Ben teases, “Be grateful for the masks though. Hux probably would have recognized us on sight if we had just strolled in and unleashed his lackeys on us. We should have been better prepared for that.”

Matt knew his twin was right; they showed up to this event, half-cocked without a single plan to guide the way. They were usually more meticulous in their planning than this-- they had to be in their...line of work.

But Matt was panicking. The way Meg had just ended things with him didn’t sit right in his gut. Not after all the trouble she went through to seek him out after a decade of no contact. Not after the dressing room. Not after seeing the way that redheaded fuck treated her at the restaurant. Not after the texts they had exchanged all week. And he knows for a fucking fact that he didn’t imagine what was between them.

He couldn’t just let her go.

Not again.

“I think we should split up to look for her. It will be easier for us to move and we can cover twice the ground,” Matt reasons, anxious to begin his search.

“Good idea. I also think this is a great opportunity to scope for intel. Keep your eyes open and meet me at the staircase in twenty minutes,” Ben instructs, as the brother disappears and the hunter emerges. Without another word, the twins separate, going off in their own directions.

Matt slinks around, casually weaving in between all of the rich assholes congratulating one another on their many brilliant successes. He really hated people in general, but these wealthy fuckheads are the worst kind, hiding behind stacks of cash and exploitation of the working class. He may be a killer, but these people are the real murderers. With a scowl on his face, he continues his search around the large main room, not spotting Meg anywhere.

It’s not until seven minutes before he’s meant to meet Ben that Matt spots blonde hair and a familiar black dress duck into a doorway at the end of a long, empty hallway. He looks around, ensuring that he wasn’t being watched before striding quickly down the path.

He doesn’t have to wait long before the door cracks open and he pushes his way through, shuffling Meg back into the room and latching the heavy wood into place before flipping the lock. Meg’s eyes widen behind her mask as she takes in the man standing before her, panic flooding her system at the prospect of Armitage possibly having seen Matt follow her in here.

“What are you doing here, Matt? If Armitage recognizes you, we’re all in trouble.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snaps. When she flinches at his tone, Matt takes a deep breath before responding more calmly, not intending to frighten her more, “You said something about a blackeye and hung up on me, then disconnected the burner. You completely cut me out and I was worried. This was the only lead I had to make sure you were okay.”

“I cut you off because this is not your problem! It’s mine,” she whispers with the taste of irritation coating her tongue.

“Not alone it’s not. Not anymore. The second you showed back up in my life, you invited me to stay and I’m not fucking going anywhere,” Matt argues.

“It’s my decision, Matt!” Meg yells before catching herself and lowering her voice, “ I’m fucking tired of men bossing me around. I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Now move out of my way and leave my home.”

For once in his life, Matt is speechless and hesitantly steps out of the way so Meg can open the door and he watches as she storms down the narrow hallway to rejoin the party. He doesn’t want to be another obstacle in her life. Just another man telling her what to do. So instead of chasing after her, he does the next best thing that he can to ensure her safety-- he heads for the staircase to meet Ben so they can get their intel and handle this once and for all.

He wouldn’t seek her out anymore if that’s what she really wanted. He could leave her alone if it meant she was safe. So he would keep his word and handle this situation for her.

Then he would find the strength to let her go.

Again.

[@nefarioussolo]

[nefarioussolo]

Twenty minutes. Twenty incredibly short minutes is all that Ben has, the clock counting down each second from the moment he and his brother part ways within the confines of tonight’s gala. Expertly, he weaves his way through the crowd, careful as ever not to draw any suspicion to his presence. He moves with confidence, his long strides carrying him from one end of the space to the other until he finds himself in the smaller confines of a hallway lined with a handful of large, wooden doors.

One by one he tests the handles, seeking out the easy target of an unlocked room. The first two prove to be anything but that, as does the third and then the fourth, but it is the fifth that he is certain will bring him the luck that he needs. As he reaches forward for the handle, the door swings open, revealing one very irritated looking man. Not Hux, Ben notes as the two look at one another in surprise at having discovered the other.

“Can I help you?”

Ben’s gaze flickers behind the man, discovering that this room is exactly what he’s been looking for. Like the rest of the space in which the gala is being held, this room is equally ostentatious with its wooden paneling and gaudy chandelier.

“Apologies,” Ben replies, swinging his gaze back to the surly man who stands before him. He offers him his most charming smile, flashing teeth and all. “I was looking for the bathroom and someone pointed me down here.”

The muscles of the man’s jaw tick with a silent agitation. “You were misinformed,” he says gruffly. “It’s the hall opposite this one.”

“Ah, right.” This time when Ben smiles, it’s with a faux sheepish expression. “Sorry again.”

He pivots on the balls of his feet and begins to step back down the hallway, casting his gaze down to the watch that adorns his left wrist and checks the time.

Five minutes.

Shit.

Again, Ben blends in effortlessly among the crowd as he navigates the partygoers. When a waiter with a tray of hors d'oeuvres pass, he reaches to snatch one, popping it into his mouth with a muffled thank you. Ben dusts his fingers off, eyes locked onto the destination as it nears with every long step. Before long, he finds himself in the stairwell only to be greeted by an oddly defeated looking Matt.

“You’re fucking late,” his brother spits out at him, a hand lifting to scratch at the blonde curls at the back of his head.

“By, what, thirty seconds. Calm down.”

Matt’s eyes squint, and the defeated expression turns to one of sheer annoyance. “Are you fucking eating?!”

“Lower your voice,” Ben warns. “I had a snack on the way over here, sue me. Listen,” he starts, seeking to avoid the fight, “I did some snooping, and I found Hux’s office.”

This seems to catch Matt’s attention, and for the first time since Ben’s arrival into the stairwell, his brother perks up.

“Where,” is all he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

Moments later, the two are slipping back through the crowd, this time headed in the direction from whence Ben had initially come. When they round the corner, it is only to be greeted by a most infuriating sight. Armitage has crowded Meg’s space, a finger lifted to point it in her face as he speaks to her angrily in a hushed tone. Seconds later, the sound of a hard slap can be heard as his palm connects with her cheek. The next few seconds pass by are a whirlwind. Matt takes a step forward, hands balled into fists in preparation for a fight and Ben reaches for him, grabbing him by the suit jacket and tugging him backwards, pulling him back around the corner to not only get his head back on straight but to avoid the two of them being spotted by Hux before they can complete the task at hand.

[@daydreamsofren]

[daydreamsofren]

Meg + Killer!Solo Twins | Masterlist

This post is to collect the RP interactions with @stranglermatt and @nefarioussolo and will be updated as the story progresses.

Warnings: 18+, Stalking, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Strangulation, Choking, Blood, Murder, Violence, Smut (updated as needed).

The Re-Emergence of One (1) Familiar Face

I. II. III. IV.

A Party & Uncertainty

I. II.

[nefarioussolo]

Meg + Solo Twins Masterlist

This is a post to collectively store the story unfolding among Ben, Meg, and Matt. As the story progresses, this post will be updated.

Warnings: Stalking, Domestic Violence, Choking, Blood, Murder, Violence

The Re-Emergence of One (1) Familiar Face

I. II. III. IIII.

[nefarioussolo]

Continuation of this thread with @daydreamsofren & @stranglermatt.

No sooner has Meg disappeared from view does Matt exhale a growl of anger and frustration. Ben lifts a hand to clasp it to his brother’s shoulder only to be immediately shrugged off.

“I’ll fucking kill that piece of shit,” Matt spits through gritted teeth.

It’s good, Ben thinks, that he’s here now with his brother. Of the two, Matt has quite the tendency to fly off the handle in the best of situations and this...well this is anything but that.

“Relax,” Ben replies, falling into perfect step with Matt as they move away from the hotel, his hands now shoving deep into his jean pockets. “He’ll get what’s coming to him, but first we need to get your head clear.” When he catches Matt’s quick whip of his head to look at him, Ben amends his statement. “Foregoing a hunt.”

Beside him there is a grumble of displeasure and a few choice words that elicit a roll of Ben’s eyes, but together, they walk on.

Twenty minutes later, they arrive on foot to their destination. The darkness of a dimly lit alley swallows the men up as they turn and disappear from street view, soon descending down a dingy flight of concrete stairs to reach a decrepit metal door. Ben lifts a hand and pounds with his fits against the cool surface and barely a second has passed before the small rectangular cut-out in the center of the door slides open to reveal a set of eyes. The man on the other side scans them briefly before the slide closes and the door opens, allowing both Ben and Matt to step inside.

The lighting in the basement of the hallway of the building they find themselves in is no better than the alley, but Ben has been here often enough that he knows the way by heart now. He leads his brother further into the heart of the basement, and closer to the rumbling of a crowd that grows nearer with each step.

This may not be a hunt, but it will do, Ben knows.

As they finally step into the room containing a makeshift boxing ring and the crowd that surrounds it, Ben swiftly scans the crowd with a keen gaze until he lands on tonight’s organizer. He nudges his brother and motions with a nod of his head to the man across the room. Together they cross the space, and make their preparations in order to enter the next available fight.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Matt swiftly unbuttons his jumpsuit, rolling it down to the waist, and removes his undershirt to toss it toward his brother. When Ben approaches Matt with a roll of boxing tape to wrap up his knuckles, the blonde brushes him off, wanting to feel every bit of this fight.

"Glasses," his twin points out, presenting his hand so Matt can deposit the wireframes into Ben's palm.

Once Matt is down to nothing but his pants, he stretches his muscles and jumps in place to get his heart rate up before the ref calls the start of the fight.

"Try not to kill anyone tonight," Ben reminds him with a pat to the shoulder. He then steps back to take his place outside of the ring, ready to jump in and coach his brother whenever necessary.

Matt cracks his neck and curls his hands into fists as the referee announces him and his opponent. With the ring of the bell, Matt lunges forward, wasting no time and not holding back.

The image of Meg's bruised-up torso flashes in his mind as his fist connects with the fighter's jaw, and cathartic pain radiates through his knuckles. His arm moves to block a hit from his opponent and he delivers a kick to the side of the man's body.

The only marks that should be marring her skin are ones that he makes; and only while he's making her feel good.

He admits that he almost lost himself the night Meg came to him; almost went too far-- still in shock and not completely believing that she had actually been standing there right in front of him after so long.

A fist connects with one side of Matt's jaw as his rival delivers a few blows to his face and ribs. He doesn't try to block the hits, taking them as his penance for nearly snuffing out the life of the only woman he has ever loved. That was a mistake he would not be repeating.

He would wear the cuts and scars, and allow his sins to be on full display. Matt would beg on his knees for her forgiveness for the rest of his life if that's what it took. He would never allow himself to hurt Meg again.

Or allow anyone else to, for that matter.

His vision blurs with anger as he thinks about Armitage fucking Hux putting his weasely little hands on Meg.

The fucking nerve he had, taking her for granted-- busting up her perfect body and breaking her soul. Matt didn't miss how her eyes had dulled and glazed over the moment she mentioned having to go back.

Bringing his arms up to block the blows once more, Matt presses forward against his target, bare fists colliding with the man's torso. When his rival moves his arms to protect his torso, the blonde delivers a hard swing to the side of his head; causing him to stumble back, presumably with ears ringing, the sensation affecting his balance.

She wasn't gone-- her spirit was still lurking beneath the surface; Matt and Ben both saw glints of the girl they remember, but she had retreated into the safety of her shell. She had composed herself so quickly before they left the apartment; as if she hadn't been sobbing in his arms mere moments before, riddled with fear and desperation. Hux didn't fucking deserve to have her.

Matt didn't deserve her either.

He takes another swing at his opponent before swiping a leg behind the knees, effectively tripping the man and sending his back to collide with the dusty floor. Moving quickly, Matt straddles the other man's waist and locks his knees in place, keeping his rival pinned to the ground as he delivers another blow to the face.

But he wasn't going to take her for granted. He was selfish and as much as he knows he should let her go again after getting her away from Hux, he wasn't sure he would have the conviction to it. Not again. Not this time. So for as long as she wanted him around, he would stay.

And he would figure out a way to protect her from that ginger-faced fuck.

The sounds of the crowd fade into the background as red swarms behind Matt's eyelids. He grabs a fistful of the other fighter's hair, gripping tightly and holding his head in place while he sends blow after blow, his knuckles bruising and reddening with each hit.

A tooth tumbles out of his contender's mouth as blood spatters in every direction, matching the crimson that was currently clouding Matt's vision, coating himself and the man beneath him. Yet he continues to throw punch after punch, lost in his rage, until a set of hands grab around his shoulders, wrestling the blonde away from the unconscious man on the ground.

"Matt, it's over!" Ben shouts to his twin from behind.

The rumble of the crowd returns to his ears as his vision clears once more. When Ben is sure his brother won't fly off the handle again, he releases him. The referee makes his way over to the two of them, lifting Matt's hand in the air, declaring him the winner.

Matt shrugs off the ref and stalks away from the pit with his chest heaving from the exertion of the fight, slick with blood and sweat, and he shakes droplets from his matted blonde curls.

Armitage Hux was going to fucking die.

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[nefarioussolo]

In the blink of an eye, the fight is over.

But it certainly had felt like an eternity, wrangling his rage-fueled twin from the now unconscious and bloodied opponent. Ben had known this was the right course of action for tonight, to bring Matt here and allow him a much needed release for the tension and the anger that filled his very veins; though his brother has left quite the scene behind him as he stalks away from the pit, Ben knows good and well if this were any other scenario, the victim would have been left in far worse condition.

Weaving his way through the crowd, he follows his younger brother into another, quieter space where the fighters typically get themselves prepped for the night's events. The roar of the crowd has subsided considerably as the door swings shut, but the intensity of tonight's match has left Ben with a ringing in his ears, much to his irritation.

"I'm going to fucking kill that weasel-faced fuck," Matt spits out the second that the door closes with a thud. His bare fist connects with the nearby metal lockers that line one wall of the room, putting a dent in the flimsy material.

Ben knows that there's nothing that he can say that will calm his brother's temper, but if they're going to do this—and, oh, they will—then he's going to need his brother to clear that clouded head of his and quickly.

"Are you done?"

The agitation that laces Ben's voice is evident which only serves to fuel Matt's ever-burning anger. The blonde whirls around to face his brother, face still flushed and sweat-slicked from the fight. He bares his teeth to Ben menacingly and lifts a hand to point his finger in his older brother's face.

"Don't you fucking dare start on me with that goddamn condescending tone, asshole."

Ben easily swats away Matt's hand, replacing it with his own finger that he now points in the blonde's face. With a few short strides, he backs the younger Solo up until he's pressed against the locker. This time when Ben speaks, his voice is low, dangerous.

"I need you to calm the fuck down. We'll kill him. You'll kill him. But you've got to get that fucking head of yours screwed on tight. This isn't like our usual hunts, this one's big. So get your shit together."

[leatherboundbirate-archived]

EXCUSE ME?! SNORT IT OFF HIS ABS? I'D LIKE TO SNORT ONE LINE OFF HIS DICK PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

MA’AM--

I wholeheartedly agree yes PLEASE, fuck me UP, BEN!

[leatherboundbirate-archived]

[crankypunkrockbf]

@nefarioussolo What the fuck are you DOING in that apartment when I'm not home??

[nefarioussolo]

MIND YOUR BUSINESS.

[nefarioussolo]

Continuation of this thread with @daydreamsofren & @stranglermatt.

No sooner has Meg disappeared from view does Matt exhale a growl of anger and frustration. Ben lifts a hand to clasp it to his brother’s shoulder only to be immediately shrugged off.

“I’ll fucking kill that piece of shit,” Matt spits through gritted teeth.

It’s good, Ben thinks, that he’s here now with his brother. Of the two, Matt has quite the tendency to fly off the handle in the best of situations and this...well this is anything but that.

“Relax,” Ben replies, falling into perfect step with Matt as they move away from the hotel, his hands now shoving deep into his jean pockets. “He’ll get what’s coming to him, but first we need to get your head clear.” When he catches Matt’s quick whip of his head to look at him, Ben amends his statement. “Foregoing a hunt.”

Beside him there is a grumble of displeasure and a few choice words that elicit a roll of Ben’s eyes, but together, they walk on.

Twenty minutes later, they arrive on foot to their destination. The darkness of a dimly lit alley swallows the men up as they turn and disappear from street view, soon descending down a dingy flight of concrete stairs to reach a decrepit metal door. Ben lifts a hand and pounds with his fits against the cool surface and barely a second has passed before the small rectangular cut-out in the center of the door slides open to reveal a set of eyes. The man on the other side scans them briefly before the slide closes and the door opens, allowing both Ben and Matt to step inside.

The lighting in the basement of the hallway of the building they find themselves in is no better than the alley, but Ben has been here often enough that he knows the way by heart now. He leads his brother further into the heart of the basement, and closer to the rumbling of a crowd that grows nearer with each step.

This may not be a hunt, but it will do, Ben knows.

As they finally step into the room containing a makeshift boxing ring and the crowd that surrounds it, Ben swiftly scans the crowd with a keen gaze until he lands on tonight’s organizer. He nudges his brother and motions with a nod of his head to the man across the room. Together they cross the space, and make their preparations in order to enter the next available fight.

[crankypunkrockbf]

@daydreamsofren | Continuation of this thread.

Matt grinds his teeth together as he takes you in, noting the skittishness you’ve been trying to cover up in the guise of friendly banter. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened in fear of him and he didn’t like it. Of all the people in the world, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him.

But he didn’t want you here either.

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[daydreamsofren]

No, we were never just friends. We never had the chance to really be anything before Matt left that night. All we had was a night of pure, intoxicating bliss, and a secret that we swore to take to our graves. I would have followed him to the ends of the Earth, but instead he told me to let him go, to forget about him, so that’s what I did, or at least I tried to do.

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[crankypunkrockbf]

Of course he could see through the bullshit mask you were wearing.

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[daydreamsofren]

His touches are surprisingly tender, the kind of touches I haven’t felt in ages, the kind you expect to receive from someone who loves you. 

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[crankypunkrockbf]

“I-it’s my fiancé, he…”

Matt’s vision swarms in a haze of red as blood pumps furiously through his veins and throbs in his ears– your words just barely penetrating his muffled hearing.

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[daydreamsofren]

Relief washes over me as Matt pulls me in, allowing me to sob into his chest. He doesn’t ask any further questions, simply wiping away the last of my tears, and leading me out of the park.

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[nefarioussolo]

This is not at all what Ben had expected…

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[crankypunkrockbf]

“You really think I would hurt her? Of all fucking people? I know your opinion of me is low, Ben, but I didn’t think it was on the ground,” Matt scoffs in disgust at his brother.

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[daydreamsofren]

They both freeze instantly, their heads snapping up to look at me.

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[nefarioussolo]

I'll kill him.

This is the first thought that pops into Ben's mind when Matt shows off the bruises littered across Meg's torso. He knows without a single shred of doubt that his brother has had the same thought float into his own mind. Much like himself, he knows that Matt rarely holds a soft spot for anyone. In fact Meg may be the only one his brother has ever allowed to see him be vulnerable.

And Armitage...

The name alone is enough to make Ben see red. For too long Ben has had to defend his younger brother from the pathetic little redhead who'd had nothing better to do than pick on him during their younger years.

"We'll take care of him," Ben says instantly. "Whatever you need, we'll do it."

His gaze sweeps over to where his brother stands, arms wrapped around Meg. The words that pass between them are unspoken, but they know what must be done. Hux will be dealt with; he will receive their brand of justice and he will beg for mercy...though none shall be delivered to him.

[@stranglermatt @daydreamsofren]

[crankypunkrockbf]

@daydreamsofren | Continuation of this thread.

Matt grinds his teeth together as he takes you in, noting the skittishness you’ve been trying to cover up in the guise of friendly banter. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened in fear of him and he didn’t like it. Of all the people in the world, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him.

But he didn’t want you here either.

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[daydreamsofren]

No, we were never just friends. We never had the chance to really be anything before Matt left that night. All we had was a night of pure, intoxicating bliss, and a secret that we swore to take to our graves. I would have followed him to the ends of the Earth, but instead he told me to let him go, to forget about him, so that’s what I did, or at least I tried to do.

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[crankypunkrockbf]

Of course he could see through the bullshit mask you were wearing.

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[daydreamsofren]

His touches are surprisingly tender, the kind of touches I haven’t felt in ages, the kind you expect to receive from someone who loves you. 

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[crankypunkrockbf]

“I-it’s my fiancé, he…”

Matt’s vision swarms in a haze of red as blood pumps furiously through his veins and throbs in his ears– your words just barely penetrating his muffled hearing.

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[daydreamsofren]

Relief washes over me as Matt pulls me in, allowing me to sob into his chest. He doesn’t ask any further questions, simply wiping away the last of my tears, and leading me out of the park.

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[nefarioussolo]

This is not at all what Ben had expected...

He'd heard the key slide into the deadbolt. He'd expected his younger brother to be on the other side of the door. What he hadn't expected was for another familiar face to be with him.

Ben's brows crease momentarily as he takes the pair in, his eyes darting from Matt to Meg and then back to his brother. Huffing a breath through his nose, Ben steps back and swings the door further open to allow them entry to his tiny apartment.

The door closes swiftly behind them once they cross the threshold, the lock put firmly back into place before Ben turns back to face his visitors. It's clear by Meg's expression alone that she is distressed, though if it wasn't plainly written across her features, it sure as hell would be by the way in which Matt paces in the living space of Ben's apartment.

Ben crosses the space to reach his old friend, pulling her into an embrace that sees her pressed flush against his chest. "You look like shit," he says affectionately, eliciting only the tiniest, barely audible laugh that would have surely gone unnoticed by anyone who isn't Matt or Ben. "What the fuck did you do to her," he asks his brother from over Meg's shoulder.

"Fuck you," Matt replies almost immediately. "We're not here because of me."

Releasing his hold on Meg, Ben positions himself against the nearest wall, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest. "No? Then why are you here? And why does she look so goddamn distressed?"

[nefarioussolo]

Hey, asshole. Pack your own kill bag tonight. I'm not carrying your shit around for you again.

No? Is that jumpsuit merely for aesthetics then? It has pockets for a reason and I’m not above utilizing them if you won’t. Anyway, calm the fuck down. I’ve already got my shit packed and ready to go.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Well yeah, it has pockets for a reason. My own reasons. I'm not your mule.

Whatever though, let's get the fuck out of here. I have some necks to wring.

[nefarioussolo]

With a grumble, Ben slips his phone into his pocket and takes hold of the handles of his black canvas bag.

The car that sits outside of the home beeps twice to signal that it's been unlocked, the trunk popping open just wide enough to allow Ben to deposit the bag into it before closing it securely.

"Would you hurry the fuck up," his brother hisses at him from the passenger side of the vehicle whilst he tugs on the handle, opening the door.

Ben huffs an exasperated breath through his nose but says nothing as he slides in behind the wheel. Already, he has formulated a plan in his mind: he'll drive them to 57th where a seedy little bar sits among rows of homes and businesses alike. He knows, having been there a multitude of times before that there are no lights there, save for the Christmas lights that decorate the barred windows all year round.

It's the perfect spot.

With a twist of the key in the ignition, the car roars to life and Ben steps on the gas, eager to get them to their destination.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Matt rolls down his window and cranks up the volume, Rage Against the Machine's cover of How I Could Just Kill A Man making the vehicle vibrate with the loud thump of the bass.

He lets the cool, night air fill his lungs, calming the irritation that seems to permanently bubble under his skin. It's been far too long since the duo had gone prowling.

It was good to take cool-down periods in between these little bouts. One of the ground rules the brothers had set when they first began these little endeavors. The downside to waiting so long is that it made Matt tense and cranky.

Ben turns the volume down on the stereo as they pull into a parking spot, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. He twists the ignition, silencing the vehicle.

"I know you're...tense, but you have to keep it together tonight," Ben instructs seriously.

Matt lets out a huff of breath, feeling like a scolded child, but understanding that his older twin was just looking out for both of their interests.

"I know," is all he says before opening his door and stepping out of the car.

[nefarioussolo]

By the time they arrive to their destination, the surrounding businesses have all closed for the day, and the small apartment building that sits across the street from the bar bares only one illuminated window.

Like Matt, Ben too exits the vehicle, pocketing the keys and striding alongside his younger brother towards the entrance of the bar. This is far from Ben's first time in this establishment, and yet he never fails to be surprised at just how much smoke pours out from the brown metal door when he pulls it open.

If their unwitting victim doesn't die by their hand tonight then undoubtedly the cigarette consumption within this bar would do the job quite nicely.

Stepping into the bar, Ben's eyes sweep from left to right, taking quick stock of each patron within the four faux wooden paneled walls. Sitting on one of the stools, eyes half-drooped from tonight's alcohol consumption, is a pretty young brunette.

She is alone.

She is lonely.

She is perfect.

Ben eyes his brother and gives the subtlest of nods in the woman's direction, signaling that this is tonight's prey.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Feeling the slightest nudge of an elbow, Matt's fingers cease their nervous tapping against his thigh as he turns to his twin and follows the path of his eyes.

Their newly acquired target is slumping over the bar, giggling to herself at who knows the fuck what. It doesn't even matter.

Matt gives Ben a small nod, indicating his approval, and rises from the booth where they had been nursing beers and observing. He heads over to one of the pool tables to rack up the balls and wait for his brother to come back.

It didn't take much.

Ben had perfected the drunk, stumbling flirt in their college days, so putting on a little performance and inviting the intoxicated woman to join them for another drink and an innocent game of pool wouldn't be very difficult.

The younger twin finished his task and his eyes dart up, pleased to see his brother already heading toward him with the woman in tow, laughing along with her drunken ramblings.

Damn, Ben was too good at getting anyone to just go along with whatever. Matt always gives his older brother a hard time, but the truth is that their little extracurricular activities would be impossible without his partner in crime at his side.

[nefarioussolo]

It's effortless, second nature, really, this façade that Ben puts on.

He's become so practiced at the art of luring in their victims that it's like flicking a switch. Though his charm does not vanish entirely, it is dulled down to now include a faux drunkenness that puts the woman at ease. It's near instant how quickly she agrees to follow him to meet his brother a the pool table where a new game has been set up.

There's little need for introductions seeing as the woman that clings to Ben, hands wandering and eyes roaming, won't be alive to recall either of them in a few short hours. And yet... It is necessary to continue the charade. With a wave of his hand, he introduces their new guest to Matt and vice versa.

"You two don't look like twins," she says with a rather annoying series of giggles.

Ben closes his eyes briefly, inhaling a breath in order to calm himself. Unlike his brother, Ben is not quick to anger, but he's heard this song and seen this dance more times than he cares to count and even he has to admit that it's rather grating on his nerves.

"We get that a lot," he replies, eyes opening to peer down at their companion for the evening. "Sweetheart. Why don't you spend a little time with my brother, get to know him and I'll get us some drinks, hm? Maybe he can even show you how to play some pool..."

The woman pulls her hands away from Ben in order to clap excitedly, proclaiming her assent at his suggestion, her attention now focused on the blonde. Ben motions to Matt that he'll be just a moment before excusing himself with the intention of grabbing three beers, only one of which will be consumed.

Tucked away in his pocket is a little vial with a tasteless powder that will only help this night go all the more smoothly.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Matt briefly glares at the woman before schooling his face, just like Ben had taught him. He fucking hates this part.

The socializing.

The flirting.

Grabbing the drunk woman's hand, he pulls her flush to his broad chest. His eyes dart down to her lips and he holds them there for a moment, as if entranced, before meeting her eyes again.

She's giving Matt the big fucking googly eyes and her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip. He forces the corner of his mouth to contort into a small flirtatious smirk as he leans forward to whisper in her ear.

"Do you want to break, sugar tits?" he asks and quickly pulls back as the woman cracks up.

Giving her a fake-amused smile, he turns with her hand still clasped in his and rolls his eyes while leading her to the rack that houses the pool cues.

Fuck, he hated drunks.

By the time Ben returns with the drinks, the woman is bent over the table with Matt folded awkwardly over her to help line up the shot. The grimace on his face says everything and Ben can't help but chuckle to himself the slightest bit at his brother's misery.

[nefarioussolo]

"Jesus Christ, you're meant to be teaching her not fucking her," Ben teases Matt when he approaches with drinks in hand.

The remark elicits a fit of giggles from the woman positioned against the pool table, the cue in her hand pushing forward to miss the white cue ball entirely. "Oops," she calls out among the laughter.

Holy fuck, Ben thinks to himself, she's worse off than initially suspected. Perhaps the powder that's been sufficiently mixed into her drink isn't needed after all. But still, as his brother rights himself back up into a standing position to throw a scowl Ben's way, Ben hands him a beer, keeping one for himself and handing the third to the woman.

"Better luck next time, sweetheart." Ben clinks the bottom of his bottle against hers before lifting it to take a small sip.

He watches as she downs a surprising amount of the hoppy liquid on the first go. By his calculation she should be getting drowsy in a matter of minutes. Ben slips an arm around her waist, maintaining a grip on his own bottle with the other hand as he motions to the pool table with a nod of his head.

"Think it's your turn, dickhead."

"Asshole," Matt mutters in immediate response, the retort causing Ben to grin.

"Now, now, boys. No need to fight." Already, her words are slurring together, undoubtedly helped by the alcohol she'd consumed prior to the brothers' arrival.

"No one's fighting here, sweetheart," Ben assures her. "We're just having a bit of fun..."

[nefarioussolo]

Wait... Hold on one goddamn second...

How in the fuck does Matt have a girlfriend and I don't?!

[nefarioussolo]

Catching Up Game

Appreciate the tag, @daydreamsofren.

Last Song: F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X. - The Fall of Troy

Last Movie: Tenet

Currently Reading: American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

Currently Watching: The Haunting of Bly Manor

Currently Craving: Matt's not shut up about egg rolls all goddamn day, so now I also want one. And maybe some fried rice to go with it.

[nefarioussolo]

Hypothetically speaking, who started killing first, you or Matt? Or did you take your first victim together?

Matt kicked it all off, but I suppose you could call it a joint effort in the end.

Hypothetically...of course.

[nefarioussolo]

Hey, asshole. Pack your own kill bag tonight. I'm not carrying your shit around for you again.

No? Is that jumpsuit merely for aesthetics then? It has pockets for a reason and I’m not above utilizing them if you won’t. Anyway, calm the fuck down. I’ve already got my shit packed and ready to go.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Well yeah, it has pockets for a reason. My own reasons. I'm not your mule.

Whatever though, let's get the fuck out of here. I have some necks to wring.

[nefarioussolo]

With a grumble, Ben slips his phone into his pocket and takes hold of the handles of his black canvas bag.

The car that sits outside of the home beeps twice to signal that it's been unlocked, the trunk popping open just wide enough to allow Ben to deposit the bag into it before closing it securely.

"Would you hurry the fuck up," his brother hisses at him from the passenger side of the vehicle whilst he tugs on the handle, opening the door.

Ben huffs an exasperated breath through his nose but says nothing as he slides in behind the wheel. Already, he has formulated a plan in his mind: he'll drive them to 57th where a seedy little bar sits among rows of homes and businesses alike. He knows, having been there a multitude of times before that there are no lights there, save for the Christmas lights that decorate the barred windows all year round.

It's the perfect spot.

With a twist of the key in the ignition, the car roars to life and Ben steps on the gas, eager to get them to their destination.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Matt rolls down his window and cranks up the volume, Rage Against the Machine's cover of How I Could Just Kill A Man making the vehicle vibrate with the loud thump of the bass.

He lets the cool, night air fill his lungs, calming the irritation that seems to permanently bubble under his skin. It's been far too long since the duo had gone prowling.

It was good to take cool-down periods in between these little bouts. One of the ground rules the brothers had set when they first began these little endeavors. The downside to waiting so long is that it made Matt tense and cranky.

Ben turns the volume down on the stereo as they pull into a parking spot, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. He twists the ignition, silencing the vehicle.

"I know you're...tense, but you have to keep it together tonight," Ben instructs seriously.

Matt lets out a huff of breath, feeling like a scolded child, but understanding that his older twin was just looking out for both of their interests.

"I know," is all he says before opening his door and stepping out of the car.

[nefarioussolo]

By the time they arrive to their destination, the surrounding businesses have all closed for the day, and the small apartment building that sits across the street from the bar bares only one illuminated window.

Like Matt, Ben too exits the vehicle, pocketing the keys and striding alongside his younger brother towards the entrance of the bar. This is far from Ben's first time in this establishment, and yet he never fails to be surprised at just how much smoke pours out from the brown metal door when he pulls it open.

If their unwitting victim doesn't die by their hand tonight then undoubtedly the cigarette consumption within this bar would do the job quite nicely.

Stepping into the bar, Ben's eyes sweep from left to right, taking quick stock of each patron within the four faux wooden paneled walls. Sitting on one of the stools, eyes half-drooped from tonight's alcohol consumption, is a pretty young brunette.

She is alone.

She is lonely.

She is perfect.

Ben eyes his brother and gives the subtlest of nods in the woman's direction, signaling that this is tonight's prey.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Feeling the slightest nudge of an elbow, Matt's fingers cease their nervous tapping against his thigh as he turns to his twin and follows the path of his eyes.

Their newly acquired target is slumping over the bar, giggling to herself at who knows the fuck what. It doesn't even matter.

Matt gives Ben a small nod, indicating his approval, and rises from the booth where they had been nursing beers and observing. He heads over to one of the pool tables to rack up the balls and wait for his brother to come back.

It didn't take much.

Ben had perfected the drunk, stumbling flirt in their college days, so putting on a little performance and inviting the intoxicated woman to join them for another drink and an innocent game of pool wouldn't be very difficult.

The younger twin finished his task and his eyes dart up, pleased to see his brother already heading toward him with the woman in tow, laughing along with her drunken ramblings.

Damn, Ben was too good at getting anyone to just go along with whatever. Matt always gives his older brother a hard time, but the truth is that their little extracurricular activities would be impossible without his partner in crime at his side.

[nefarioussolo]

It's effortless, second nature, really, this façade that Ben puts on.

He's become so practiced at the art of luring in their victims that it's like flicking a switch. Though his charm does not vanish entirely, it is dulled down to now include a faux drunkenness that puts the woman at ease. It's near instant how quickly she agrees to follow him to meet his brother a the pool table where a new game has been set up.

There's little need for introductions seeing as the woman that clings to Ben, hands wandering and eyes roaming, won't be alive to recall either of them in a few short hours. And yet... It is necessary to continue the charade. With a wave of his hand, he introduces their new guest to Matt and vice versa.

"You two don't look like twins," she says with a rather annoying series of giggles.

Ben closes his eyes briefly, inhaling a breath in order to calm himself. Unlike his brother, Ben is not quick to anger, but he's heard this song and seen this dance more times than he cares to count and even he has to admit that it's rather grating on his nerves.

"We get that a lot," he replies, eyes opening to peer down at their companion for the evening. "Sweetheart. Why don't you spend a little time with my brother, get to know him and I'll get us some drinks, hm? Maybe he can even show you how to play some pool..."

The woman pulls her hands away from Ben in order to clap excitedly, proclaiming her assent at his suggestion, her attention now focused on the blonde. Ben motions to Matt that he'll be just a moment before excusing himself with the intention of grabbing three beers, only one of which will be consumed.

Tucked away in his pocket is a little vial with a tasteless powder that will only help this night go all the more smoothly.

[nefarioussolo]

What was it like growing up with Matt? Also who’s the older brother?

Have you met him? He's a nightmare; always has been. Pretty sure he came out of the womb full of rage.

As for who's older, it's me by five minutes. And I'll never let him forget it.

[nefarioussolo]

Hey, asshole. Pack your own kill bag tonight. I'm not carrying your shit around for you again.

No? Is that jumpsuit merely for aesthetics then? It has pockets for a reason and I’m not above utilizing them if you won’t. Anyway, calm the fuck down. I’ve already got my shit packed and ready to go.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Well yeah, it has pockets for a reason. My own reasons. I'm not your mule.

Whatever though, let's get the fuck out of here. I have some necks to wring.

[nefarioussolo]

With a grumble, Ben slips his phone into his pocket and takes hold of the handles of his black canvas bag.

The car that sits outside of the home beeps twice to signal that it's been unlocked, the trunk popping open just wide enough to allow Ben to deposit the bag into it before closing it securely.

"Would you hurry the fuck up," his brother hisses at him from the passenger side of the vehicle whilst he tugs on the handle, opening the door.

Ben huffs an exasperated breath through his nose but says nothing as he slides in behind the wheel. Already, he has formulated a plan in his mind: he'll drive them to 57th where a seedy little bar sits among rows of homes and businesses alike. He knows, having been there a multitude of times before that there are no lights there, save for the Christmas lights that decorate the barred windows all year round.

It's the perfect spot.

With a twist of the key in the ignition, the car roars to life and Ben steps on the gas, eager to get them to their destination.

[crankypunkrockbf]

Matt rolls down his window and cranks up the volume, Rage Against the Machine's cover of How I Could Just Kill A Man making the vehicle vibrate with the loud thump of the bass.

He lets the cool, night air fill his lungs, calming the irritation that seems to permanently bubble under his skin. It's been far too long since the duo had gone prowling.

It was good to take cool-down periods in between these little bouts. One of the ground rules the brothers had set when they first began these little endeavors. The downside to waiting so long is that it made Matt tense and cranky.

Ben turns the volume down on the stereo as they pull into a parking spot, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. He twists the ignition, silencing the vehicle.

"I know you're...tense, but you have to keep it together tonight," Ben instructs seriously.

Matt lets out a huff of breath, feeling like a scolded child, but understanding that his older twin was just looking out for both of their interests.

"I know," is all he says before opening his door and stepping out of the car.

[nefarioussolo]

By the time they arrive to their destination, the surrounding businesses have all closed for the day, and the small apartment building that sits across the street from the bar bares only one illuminated window.

Like Matt, Ben too exits the vehicle, pocketing the keys and striding alongside his younger brother towards the entrance of the bar. This is far from Ben's first time in this establishment, and yet he never fails to be surprised at just how much smoke pours out from the brown metal door when he pulls it open.

If their unwitting victim doesn't die by their hand tonight then undoubtedly the cigarette consumption within this bar would do the job quite nicely.

Stepping into the bar, Ben's eyes sweep from left to right, taking quick stock of each patron within the four faux wooden paneled walls. Sitting on one of the stools, eyes half-drooped from tonight's alcohol consumption, is a pretty young brunette.

She is alone.

She is lonely.

She is perfect.

Ben eyes his brother and gives the subtlest of nods in the woman's direction, signaling that this is tonight's prey.