working on my last set for ‘Blue Blooded’ and noticed some that would def work for sonora-coneja's Dog Tags au :]
*cackles like mad* YES more Hansencest AU Dog Tags please!!!
There are a lot of things Herc’s come to appreciate about his boy.
Little things, too. Not just how good he is at sucking cock, or how perfectly tight his arse always seems to be. Things Herc’s never found himself noticing - much less caring about - in anyone who’s shared his bed in the last couple decades.
Like that cheeky little smile he gets, when he thinks he’s getting away with something. The way the muscles in his back flex, when he’s reaching for something and his shirt rides up. That line of freckles across his shoulders or that patch of peach fuzz between his pecs that’s starting to darken and spread across his chest. The intensity with which he tinkers with a broken microwave or the happiness that comes from grouping his shots, dead center on the target. How young he looks when he sleeps, curled up next to his daddy, fucked-out and at peace and safe, of course.
Because Herc would spill a river of blood for his boy.
He might not have been there for him when he was just a little ankle-biter, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still be protective and doting now, does it?
The mark’s stopped squirming now, staring at Chuck in horror, as Herc holds one of his favorite daggers against his throat.
"You… you said you wanted this, Charlie! Wanted me! You… you said…"
Herc rolls his eyes, jerking the bloke a little. He hates the ones where his boy plays some species of houseboy or slutty uni student or - in this case - a desperate kid off the streets, willing to do anything to keep his shit job at the docks, but hey, it almost makes the kill easier.
Chuck pushes back from the other side of the desk, sneering. “As if I’d fuck something as pathetic as you.” And he smiles that killer’s smile that’s slowly becoming another of Herc’s favorite things about his son. “Like I need your help.”
"He already has a daddy," Herc add serenely.
Chuck’s smile blossoms.
They leave the body on the desk, blood on the forged shipping paperwork.
Walk out together.
Chuck curled into Herc’s side, Herc’s hand in his back pocket. Tugging those jeans down just a little, to caress that patch of exposed skin with his thumb.