#p:ash

[hxndsome-devils]

Rolling his shoulders back, Wilee rubbed his neck with his left hand, his right hand gripping his beloved crowbar as it sat on his shoulder. His stance was lax but not relaxed as they walked throw the streets of Atlanta. Normally he might be a bit more at ease, even if they were in danger, but today he had Big Bad with him. Which meant that at the very least, Wilee wanted to show off a bit. His ears were set on high alert for any sound of a walker that might pop up and try to make a snack out of him or his Alpha. Thus far they were good but that didn’t stop Wilee from being ready for anything. 

Looking over at Asher, Wilee nodded for him to follow him around a street corner. He spent a lot more time in these streets than most. He’d made a point to get to know Atlanta. Know what buildings that had raided. Which ones that they’d pulled apart and which ones looked raided but hadn’t been by them. Which ones were cleared of Walkers. Which ones still needed to be looked through. He had a mind for that sort of stuff. “Hospital is just up a few blocks.” Wilee explained to Asher and a few of the other higher ups that had come along to see the new prospects. “We’re gonna go in her and up to the roof.” He pointed to the building they were walking along. Upon reaching the front door, Wilee pulled it open and held it for Asher before dropping it on the guy behind him and walking in after the Alpha. “Shouldn’t be any trouble gettin’ up there but never know.” He shrugged. “We haven’t cleared every single floor.” Wilee admitted before heading towards the stairwell. 

[the-sexy-milligan-blog]

Back At It Again| Ash & Owen

Owen quickly locked his phone shit before getting in the car to drive to his ex's house. Owen parked before walking to the front door and knocking and then leaning against the wall.

[fmdsilverarchive]

all i want

@fmdtaeyong

“okay myungsoo, i don’t know if you’re supposed to be eating it and i know i’m certainly not supposed to, but i brought candy and i won’t tell anyone if you won’t, because honestly i just think we need to live our truths and candy feels like my truth...” daeun called out as she opened the door to the room she had grown to recognize as myungsoo’s room in knight’s dorm. she had been here more times than she could count and she had grown comfortable with walking in without knocking. this time, that ended up being a mistake. she had oh so conveniently forgotten about the rooms other inhabitant.

sitting inside wasn’t myungsoo, but instead taeyong. ash. his roommate. somehow, she had been lucky enough not to really run into him much. there had been times when she’d skirted passed him with other members of knight and was able to avoid any kind of conversation, but this was different. there was no buffer. and it was bound to happen eventually.

“oh. hi. aiden said myungsoo was here and i normally just walk into his room, well i guess your room too, but normally when someone tells me he’s here he is so it’s fine if i just walk in but he’s not here and you are.” rambling was a habit of daeun’s, especially when she was nervous (which was rare). ash had that effect on her; he made her nervous because she knew she had fucked up with him and daeun didn’t deal well with conflict situations. she took a step into the room, reached her hand into the grocery bag she had, and held out the first candy bar she could find. “would you like... whatever this is? chocolate i think?”

[goddessbellatrix-blog]

Brewing Madness || Ash + Bella

Blame insomnia. Blame her boiling need for violent stimulation. Blame the fury building over her mother’s screaming diatribes.

Bella will swiftly blame anything and everything if questioned as to why she finds herself lurking at the local pub that so many haunt night after night. Her hood drawn close, gaze narrowed as she surveys her surroundings from her corner. The girl draws little attention to herself. So it’s no surprise that she spots the assistant professor of potions at the bar, making a muck of herself as she orders more drinks to drown her apparent misery in.

And at the moment, she’s distinctly alone in her dire revelries.

Standing silently to her feet, Bellatrix lets her hood fall back as she strides to the bar. Her fingers skitter over the little pills, petting them almost, where they reside in her pocket. It’s only thanks to Eris’ knowledge and willingness to deal with the muggle cupboards of odd pill things that she has them in her possession now. But it’s all her own knowledge and skill that slips them into Professor Collins drink as she intentionally collides with the inebriated woman.

“Oh--professor. Apologies, I did not see you.” Adopting a glazed expression, adding a hiccup and a stagger into her disposition, Bellatrix presents just as drunk as her former professor. “Having a good time of it then?”

[moodyvigilance]

Tenuous Travels || Ash + Alastor [roadtrip AU]

He swears he would break Ronan’s leg in five more places if it weren’t already plastered up.

Slamming the hatchback to the trunk, Alastor glares at the pile of things stuffed into it as he tries to riddle out how he got himself into this predicament in the first place. It’s not that he loathes the idea of taking a cross-country roadtrip. He’d fancied he’d do it one day. The trouble was he was doing it under unforeseen circumstances and ones he wasn’t wholly pleased with.

It was meant to be Ronan--his mate from pickup rugby games--and his good friend Aislinn Collins going for a trip. The other man hadn’t stopped talking about it over fish and chips for the past three months. But he’d gone and gotten himself a broken leg and a concussion from trying to do some foolish trip with a bike and a rocky hillside a week earlier and put himself out of commission. Alastor had gone to visit and as he’d walked out four hours later, he had himself an obligation to take the girl Ash on this daft trip. Ronan swears he’ll make it up to him somehow but he’s not sure anything could be enough.

“Alright. I’m drivin’.” After all, it’s his beat up volkswagen they’re taking and the keys jangle in his hand as he moves away from the boot to the driver’s side, eyeing Ash across the roof. “Y’ really wan’ t’ go through with this, lass? Y’can jus’ wait fer Ronan to heal up.”

[moodyvigilance]

Thieving Sleep || Ash + Alastor [criminal AU]

Sat on a park bench, Alastor pulls out a lighter as he tucks a fresh cigarette between his lips. With a flick and a spark, the flame trembles from the top and he holds it to the end as he takes a deep inhale and watches the embers appear, smoke rising. The lighter disappears back into the inner pocket of his jacket as he exhales the first drag and rubs his free hand over his haggard face.

It’s been too long since he properly slept.

And it’s that damn thief’s fault.

The Ash Thief, they were being called. A signature trail of ashes being left behind at each scene of the crime. The forensics team had come back each time with a different type of wood: apple, cherry blossom, cyprus, oak. Never the same tree (once it was bloody cigarette ashes). The only thing they had to go off of was that every tree used could be found in this very park. So the culprit had to be close by.

At this point, Detective Moody couldn’t care less where it was coming from. They just needed to solve this case so he could take a week off to recuperate.

“Jus’ let m’sleep, you daft fool!” he finds himself calling out into the darkness surrounding him. “I ain’t even bother wit yer thefts anaemore. Give yerself up so I can get some bloody rest alreadae!”

His Scottish brogue always comes out heavily when he’s shattered and irate.

[royofthegreengrass-blog]

Tea Time; Ash + Roy

Roy feels he’s overdue to visit with Aislinn Collins. They were previous housemates and while he knows that she and Marcus don’t often see eye-to-eye, as the recent events highlight, Roy doesn’t mind her. She’s clever and always seems to have good intentions. Arriving at her office, he gives a light knock as he leans against the doorframe and peers inside. “Care for a spot of tea and conversation?”

[moodyvigilance]

A Drink and Dance | Ash + Alastor

Alastor does his best to straighten out his flat. In the back of his mind he questions why he is going to such lengths to apologise to Aislinn Collins after canceling on her. It’s a part of his job, to cancel plans pertaining to his personal life. The murders of the Evans still stood starkly at the forefront of investigations his department are still trying to tackle and countless other minor attacks and damages to properties are coming up more and more. As Head Auror, he couldn’t start pointing fingers at suspected Death Eaters without probable cause but as an Order Member...the rules were far different. And perhaps the rules of the Order of the Phoenix will grant him breaks in cases as an Auror.

Breaking rules is not something Alastor feels any pleasure in doing but it must be done. He only feels incredibly grateful that he doesn’t have to be the one to act on it. Marcus has the nerve for it.

He trusts Marcus to do what needs to be done and will check on him soon enough. For now, Alastor forces himself to think less of his demanding work and more about just what he should do with the random mismatched mugs and cups he owns. His mother had a sense of togetherness in the home but it never made a dent in his own concept of home living. Now he wonders with Aislinn will notice all the odds and ends, worn and frayed books, the afghan his great grandmother made that is showing signs of serious improper care.

He takes two cups, one more finely crafted and the other a misshaped clay thing and carries them, along with a fine bottle of Ogden’s finest vintage Firewiskey into the front den. A fire lit for atmosphere for than the heat it gives off and the poorly appointed sofa and armchair are dusted as best as possible and Alastor awaits his guest’s arrival.