You couldn’t hide your relief, bringing your hands together. “Thank you! And I won’t do it again, I promise! If I could do something to make up for breaking it I would though, really!” Your face lit up and you grinned up at him. You were still a bit intimidated, he really did scare you, but being forgiven did a lot make you more comfortable.
You reach out and ruffle his hair. The kid is adorable, you can't help it. He's almost as cute as that puppy you saw the other day. No one knows about that moment of weakness though. "So where did you come from?"
Hello. As a well known director, we have decided that we need your vision and brilliance for an upcoming movie. Would you be interested in such a well-paying endeavor? It would require no writing, and simply directing to make sure that the movie falls into place with finesse. Is there any place were we can send the script for your approval?
Horde of minions? You could practically feel the chances of you having anything dropping, and with as many people as he said trying to work it off probably wouldn’t work. “Well, I’ve got a cute smile.” Crap, it slipped out before you could realize what you were saying. You gave a small smile to go with it, even though this guy was really scaring you.
Inside your mind you are grinning like a dork right now, but your face doesn't even twitch so the kid doesn't know that. "Well damn kid that smile is cute, I guess you can be forgiven this time." You've got too much of a soft spot of kids. Can this kid even be considered a kid? Yes, yes he can.
"I’ll…." You trailed off and bit at your lip as you tried to think. It wasn’t like you had any money. The only thing you had of any worth, no matter how little it is, would be your sword and you weren’t giving that up so easily. "I could try and work it off? Or see if I can fix it?" You fidgeted under his stare, eyes turning to the ground.
It is getting really hard to not smirk at this kid. He vaguely reminds you of Dirk when he was much younger. Now isn't that rich a big bad god who kills people daily having a soft spot for kids, so long as they aren't bratty. You're having too much fun teasing this one. "I've got a whole horde of minions at my beck and call, what could you possibly bring to the table."
"It was!" You paled slightly and took a step away from the lamp. Oh crap, you were ganna be in huge trouble weren’t you, and lying at first probably didn’t help. "I was just swinging my sword around, and next thing I know it’s…" you gestured at the lamp, managing to drop your sword in the process.
"Now you see kid that lamp there was going to be a family heirloom. I was going to pass it down to my little bro and he was going to pass it on to his next in line Strider." You tilt your head down to stare at the other, "it was very expensive, I paid top dollar at Walmart for it. How are you going to fix this mess?"
"Um…" You’d hoped no one had actually seen you break it, and more of they just saw you near it as it suddenly broke. But instead you were caught red handed, and you quickly hid your sword behind your back as though it would make you seem more innocent. "IT was an accident, I swear."
You'll play along, you don't feel like doing the shit you were supposed to be doing anyways. You fold your arms over your chest and raise and eyebrow at him. "An accident, I am certain it was."
Not canon Dave/Dirk things I was sending Katkat (skybites)
Sometimes I write things that are complete bullshit to make myself better and then I send them to people.
Warning NSFW
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Dirk was moaning below him, he was groaning in pain and pleasure. Oh god the heat surrounding him was almost too much. No, Dave is the master here, he must drive Dirk to completion before him. He must make Dirk cum and then he may fill the younger man with his seed. Mark him from the inside just as he is on the outside.
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Dave drove himself deeper into Dirk, no matter how much the kid had protested this before he clearly was enjoying it. Dave ignored the humans who kept peeking in for a look. That's right puny life forms, you are welcome to an eyeful of the sexiness that is your Gods, but you are never allowed to touch. No the only one who can satisfy Dave is Dirk and Dirk belongs solely to Dave.
Dave Strider much prefers dealing with time in his business, after all time is his area of expertise, but it’s sad to say but not everyone is in need of a time deal, some people are just in need of money. It would be a bad business practice to not lend out loans to people when he’s got such a vast pool of money under his belt. Some people just can’t get loans through strictly legal means and are willing to sign over on contacts with the one man who doesn’t charge outrageous interest rates. They are willing to sign without even bothering to understand the fine print, which is where Dave’s pleasure comes in.
They shove him forward and stand back prepared to shut him down again. Dave leans back in his chair and clears his throat. “Mr. Randolf, it’s so good to see you have joined us. Please take a seat and we can talk about our problems like civilized men.”
The man’s attention is brought to Dave and he scowls launching forward to slam his fists against the table separating him from Dave. “Who the fuck do you think you are sending these fucking goons in to attack me and drag me here to this shit hole?”
Not giving him the satisfaction of reacting to the anger thrown at him Dave replies. “Now we signed a contract not too long ago, only three months ago. I invited you here to discuss the contents of this contract, that is all. Now you could take the seat I offered you or my fucking goons could forcibly put you in the seat. It is your decision.”
The man visibly weighs his options before slouching in the seat with a deeper scowl. If he is going to attack the asshole in front of him it’ll be when everyone isn’t paying so much attention to him.
“Now that we are all settled in let’s begin.” Dave picks up a small pile of paper. “You signed a contract with us, the basis of the contract stated we’d give you ten thousand dollars and you would pay that back to us five hundred dollars a month, at a five percent interest rate. Do you deny this?”
Mr. Randolf just shakes his head. So Dave continues, “well we came by after the first month had passed and you said you didn’t have our money. We were very gracious in leaving you alone. When we came back the second month you still had nothing for us, we gave you a warning and left empty handed. Now here we are three months later, do you have anything for us?”
“As I told those monkeys,” he said pointing his thumb in the direction of the guys who dragged him here, “I still haven’t made nearly enough and I need to support myself so I can’t give you anything.”
“Well that’s too bad,” he stands up, picking up the contract as he moves. Walking around the table he leans against it while standing in front of Mr. Randolf. “You see Mr. Randolf it says here that if you fail to pay your dues you forfeit your rights to your own time.”
“Yeah I remember reading that,” he says with a roll of his eyes, “does that mean you are going to make me do community service?”
“No that means we are going to kill you.”
That gets a reaction. The man clearly decides now is the perfect time to take out the asshole who dragged him here and he leaps for Dave. But not even a full second later arms are on his shoulders forcing him back into his chair holding him down.
“Now you see life is made up of time: years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, so on and so forth,” Dave continues ignoring the man’s outrage. “Your biological clock still has a few decades left on it and as payment for that loan that you refuse to pay even a cent back on I’m going to take those decades from you.”
Dave reaches out a hand and places his palm over the man’s forehead. "Your time will make an excellent addition to my banks lifespan, I'm sure he'll put it to better use."
The man collapses back against the chair his body lifeless and his face frozen in a confused expression. Dave pulls his hand away and looks at it in disgust wiping it off on his suit pants. He turns and walks towards to door, motioning at the minions who had been standing by.
“Feel free to dispose of the body however you please.”
You hop up down on the couch, swinging your sword absentmindedly as you did so. You lifted it up and gave it one big swing, just to have it slice clean through a lamp. “Umm, I didn’t do it!”
"I saw that kid." You don't know who this kid is or where he came from, but you don't usually deal with children. Your own kid brother is a handful enough. Besides kids are too moral when they don't have selfish needs, not up your alley.
For those of you who need contact with the God of Time to ask for time assistance now would be the time to offer up your wishes.
But remember all deals come with a price.
If you value your life you'll turn back now.
Those hands, they’re on his face, warm and large and cupping his cheeks, placed right behind his ears and settled on his jaw like his dream had dictated. His face is tilted up in his palms, jaw quivering slightly as his lips part, held completely frozen by his touch.
He’s so close, he’s so real…Dirk wants to grab onto him and not let him go, but he can’t move, and he’s shaking, orange irises closing as his breath catches. He can’t resist his brother, he’d missed him so much, his idea of him warped into something that kept him up at night, the desire provoking him to do things he’d never think of doing.
‘I’ve made plans for a replacement, but they’re nothing near as close to being the real thing…not even close…’
His breath is ghosting over his forehead, and Dirk feels himself tilting his head into his touch just the slightest, tensing at the kiss before he’s captured by him, wrapped in the knowledge that he exists and not able to resist that fact any longer. He doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t understand why he’s here, how he got like this, suspended in his hands in the space that is just them, and he’s weak at the knees.
The words are warm against him, and by the time they reach his ears, and he has a chance to open his eyes and reach out, he’s gone, and Dirk’s whipping toward the window, now left ajar and void of his presence. He runs to the pane, and stares off, trying to see if he can see any movement, but he’s gone and the effort is ever futile.
It takes him but a second to slump and collapse on his knees with his arms on the windowsill, exhausted from screaming and the weirdness that had just held him during those moments, eyes trained on the stars long enough before he lays his head on his arms.
He doesn’t know if he feels guilty for yelling at him or not, but he does know that the feeling of his lips on his forehead in that brief but lingering gesture won’t leave him for days to come.
"He’s…alive…" He breathes to the world, taking one last look before letting his eyes droop and close for a long moment. "…bastard."
Dave strolls quickly down the street without looking back. He just left the apartment his younger brother and is currently heading back to work. The problem with actually seeing Dirk is that the kid is his heart. Where as all other emotions don't exist anymore, Dirk triggers those long dead things in his cold beating heart.
But he did his job, extending his life, giving him a lesson, now it is time for Dave's other job. He left everything in the hands of those humans for far too long.
Before that there is one stop more he should make before going back to base.
After all collecting the hours of the soon to be dead is his purpose for existing anyways.
