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team-heavenly · 2 years

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Chapter 3

Hold B to speed up dialogue!

(The white text did NOT show up well here, so take my shitty edit.)

Now this is going to be a long post because there’s a LOT of new characters and oddities for me to share. You better set aside some time for this one.

(Because of this, from now on I will no longer be taking strictly plot-related pictures. We all know how the game goes anyway.)

PART TWO IS HERE.

😱 I can only imagine! Who knows what kind of crazy characters are out there? Plusle running wild... Budew gangs... Snubbull thieves?!

Tropius gives the order for Beedrill to show us around...

Tom Sawyer Beedrill... I love it.

So we start the tour. It’s about as boring as you remember, except:

The WHERE?! Does Guildmaster Totodile keep rubber bands in here or something?

I’m a HUGE fan of the replacement title for Treasure Town though

Nautical Cottage. It’s by the sea, bitches.

Although weirdly, Andrea clips back into the prime universe for a second:

🤷‍♀️ Yeah idk. Not even the weirdest thing that happened today.

Introducing the Treasure Town Nautical Cottage cast! Starring:

Tyrogue Bank!

Gulpin Link Shop! Hey this isn’t Pokémon Square!

FISH STORE FISH STORE COME GET YA GOODS AT THE FISH STORE!!

And Blastoise Storage!

(I’m never gonna stop gushing over Southern Beedrill. Just FYI.)

I like to imagine the scales above his eyes popping up every time he says “Hey hey hey!”

Chic girl Psyduck! Personal headcanon: she says “Oh my gosh!” every time her headache gets bad :(

Just for funsies, I decided to check out who runs the Dojo

Dang, one more evolution and this would’ve been perfect 😔

I’m not sure if anyone else cares about the various Treasure Town Exploration Teams, but I do! So we’re taking an inventory. Sorry, not sorry.

Believe it or not, I pretty much remember who is who based on the dialogue. (Look, it was bound to happen after playing through this game literally a dozen times as a kid.) Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I think Sunkern is Pidgey and Magmar is Seedot!

For Team Tasty, we have Natu as Swellow and Wailmer as Wurmple. Which makes this extra hilarious:

Imagining a bird the size of an orb swallowing a beach ball sized whale whole... I’m not an artist, someone please draw this.

Socially friendly Toxicroak as Vigorith

For Team Ebony, we have Meditite as Murkrow and Rhyhorn as Shuppet.

I go to drop my stuff off at Blastoise Storage and...

Yeah. Here we see the real consequence of my needing to toggle the NPC portraits option. Unfortunate, but necessary. (Does that mean all the vendors are... imposters?!)

This is this first ever inventory from the Finneon Market! Does anyone know where you normally pick up the Miracle Chest? Because I’ve never seen it before. (Granted, I never did the harder dungeons like Zero Isle.) I ultimately bought the pure seed and heal seed.

And then we trigger the arrival of the adorable brothers! I can’t wait to see who they are...

Oh okay! I could see it! Uh, maybe not them being brothers, but I can easily tell which one is Marill and which one is Azu-

...Just kidding. That is objectively hilarious omfg

But then suddenly... ambiguous prophecy time!

Andrea: “Lol bet”

Finally, I get to check what the other Finneon is selling and UHHHHHH-

ONE OF THE SEVEN TREASURES,

AND A LEGENDARY ITEM.

I checked the description just out of curiosity and-

Onix Village?! 😂 I cannot wait for post game.

The team stumbles upon the kiddos, striking up a conversation with a good samaritan who promises to help find their lost item! And who is this shady benevolent character?!

Oh. Oh this is beautiful. With Blizzard, the boss fight is gonna be a cinch!

Uh, I mean-

Yeah. Sure. Let’s go with nice.

An entire line for a measly ‘t. Nice.

So here’s something neat! I found three Pokémon at the Crossroads that let you view the randomizer settings, the program credits, and the art credits! I’m not sure if these Pokémon are set or if they were also randomized, but it’s a neat feature nonetheless.

Here’s my seed again, but remember you can always find it in my profile description and my pinned post.

A quick look at Team Glee before we kickstart the mission. We have Geodude as Togepi, Nuzleaf as Ledyba(?), and Carvanha as Politoed(?).

Andrea? That’s not a Sandshrew 🤨

(On a more serious note, it totally makes sense the in-game art would be untouched. That would be way too hard to mess with.)

Ack! Not Meganiu!

We find out our Mt. Bristle equivalent is Everlasting Bolt-hole. (Maybe this chapter should be “The One with the Large Hole.”) The first floor had the most incredible soundtrack btw.

The first Kecleon Shop! (This is yet another item I’ve never seen before?) The white text in the bottom right corner doesn’t show up as well as it did originally so: the gold box in the center is Lost Loot. Priced at 9999!

This is what I mean about the vast majority of items being sticky in a dungeon. This will kill me someday, I guarantee it.

Upon reaching Level 12, Andrea tried to learn Nightmare. Without any sleep inducing moves, it’s pretty much pointless. I declined the move.

Wacky floor arrangement aside, here’s an interesting item I didn’t even know had art for it: the raffle tickets from Spinda’s Cafe! (You may need to zoom in to see it.)

On reaching 8F...

Thaaaat’s right, another mandatory Monster House.

Alas, this time we weren’t so lucky.

I took the L. It only seemed fair.

So, for the first time ever, I returned to the Guild after failing a mission. And I discovered loads of new dialogue along the way.

(Do NOT make a NSFW joke out of this, I SWEAR TO GOD-)

I don’t know why the game makes the day turn over before you can try again. In-world, it just doesn’t make any sense. Gee, I guess I should be glad Sandshrew has the civility to put his petty scheme on hold and wait for us.

This was probably the worst of it:

A legendary talking down to me after I got ambushed by a Monster House.

Et tu, Pineco?

(I’ve nearly hit the image limit for desktop so find the rest of Chapter 3 here!)

#pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd rescue team #randomizer #Chapter 3

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Hello friend!❤️ I absolutely adore your Miya Twins works. Every time you post something for one of them or both of them I’m so elated and excited to read what you’ve come up with! If your requests are open (your bio says they are) I was wondering if you could write something where the reader almost successfully escapes or calls for help? What are the twins reactions? What would they do? I love how you write their dynamic and would love to see this idea explored! If you don’t want to write for both of them, maybe Atsumu’s perspective? Personally he is my favorite twin! I hope you are well thank you❤️

Hey friendo! ♥ We actually talked about escaping them before, so this might be interesting for you! Thanks for requesting, I hope this is close to what you wanted! I needed a reason to just make it ‘almost’ ^^’

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"Keep it down, 'Tsumu."

His brother's warning only frustrated Atsumu more, but he grit his teeth in response, the last remnants of his voice fading through the hallway of the apartment complex. Maybe he had been a little loud as he tried to voice his anger, frustration, and fear, but how else was he supposed to come to terms with this situation? Not only had their darling found a way to crack the lock on the front door open, no, they also successfully slipped out of his grasp and outran him in the moment of surprise - HIM, a professional athlete.

It was almost too bad that they missed a step on the second to last staircase, making them fall right into the opposing wall. The twins' screams as they heard the maddening crack when their head hit the cement must have echoed throughout the whole house. Luckily, the twins weren't the only shady people renting an apartment here, and most were empty anyway. No one came to see what the ruckus was all about.

Their darling was anything but weightless as they were slumped against his back, Atsumu giving them a piggyback ride back to their home. Luckily, his muscles were good enough to easily carry them around, but taking three staircases with an extra person on his back wasn't the most comfortable task even for him.

"It's your responsibility. You let them get away," had been Osamu's reasoning as to why they wouldn't alternate carrying them. "Asshole," Atsumu grumbled, Osamu giving him a glare back over his shoulder. He knew just as well that Atsumu wasn't lashing out at him, both of them going through the same state of shock and frustration. But now, with the blood of their darling's head wound dripping onto Atsumu's shirt, they also had their hands full with worrying.

"Stop making a scene. It could be worse," Osamu reminded him, but despite the harsh words, Atsumu felt the same kind of relief. At least they didn't make it out. But at what price?

"Ya think they'll recover from that?" Atsumu asked quietly as Osamu opened the door for him, both of them frowning at the busted door lock. It was crazy to think that their sweet, docile darling was able to do such a thing. However, when their darling realized that their plan failed to pick the lock, they must have panicked so much they ended up opening it this way. "From their failed escape? Probably. That wound is a different thing."

Both of them were tense as Osamu spoke out what they wished didn't have to be voiced. They were no doctors. They could patch up a cut or put ointment on a bruise, but if anything was wrong inside of their brain, they'd be screwed. Bringing them to a hospital was out of the question. Less their darling might be taken away from them. Atsumu didn't even want to start thinking about all the people that would be all over his sweetheart, touching and caring for them while he couldn't. A stupid moment to get jealous, but who could blame him?

"Put them down in their room; it's the safest spot at the moment. Close the door just in case," Osamu instructed, opening the door for Atsumu before disappearing into his own bedroom. "Bring tissues!" Atsumu called after him as he carried their darling inside, trying to slide them off his back as gently as possible and laying them on their bed. His t-shirt was already ruined as he pulled it off, gently dabbing the fabric against the wound on their forehead, waiting for his brother to bring some bandages and ointment. "Shit," he mumbled, biting his own lip in frustration.

The person he was most frustrated with was himself. Yes, he knew about what kind of power balance reigned in their house. Yes, he knew that not all he did to his darling was in their best interest. But he didn't want it to end... like this. That's not what he wanted. Pressing the shirt to their wound, he lifted their hand with his free one, bringing it to his lips. They had done something bad. Something really, really bad. But at the same time, they were so vulnerable, so dependant, and they didn't even know it. They shouldn’t have run from them, it was their darling’s fault in the first place. But how could he be mad at them when they were in this heartbreaking state? Punishment was nothing he could even think about in that moment. What if they didn’t wake up again? Even with the blood dripping from their face, they were the most wonderful person he knew, and Atsumu feared to have told them that less than he should have when he had the chance.

"Move." Giving him an ungentle kick in the waist, Osamu made Atsumu free up the space directly next to their darling's head. He wished he could have his brother's place, but Osamu was just a bit better when it came to fixing stuff. So maybe, he could fix this too?

Pushing away Atsumu and his shirt, Osamu leaned over their darling, checking again if they were still breathing before taking a closer look at the wound. "Ya know how to do stitches?" Osamu mumbled as he looked at it from every side possible. "Are you crazy?" Atsumu hissed back. "Neither of us can do that!"

"And your better idea is...?"

Fuck. His stomach twisted and churned as Atsumu thought about this.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You do it," Atsumu spoke monotonously. Trying to hide his fear and the shaking hands in his lap.

"Your hands are more steady," Osamu hissed back at him, not noticing that they currently were out of control, only trusting logic in this situation.

"Are you kidding?" Atsumu barked, ready to hit his brother if not for both of Osamu's hands being around their darling's face to steady it.

"One of us has to, and it ain't me! I just cook! You have finger coordination!"

"But..." Atsumu's voice cracked, his eyes falling onto their darling's almost peaceful face if not for the bloody mess at the side of their forehead. Osamu sighed. He pulled his hands away, fingers covered in red smears as he brushed back his hair. "They're bleeding, 'Tsumu," he whispered, and Atsumu heard the same damn fear in his brother's voice that he was fighting with. The struggle, the uncertainty. Fear of losing their darling and guilt of letting it come so far. Osamu had been farther away from their darling than Atsumu, but he was blaming himself just as much. "What do we do?" Osamu's voice was strained with the burden of a person's life on his shoulders as well.

That's right. Atsumu wasn't the only one hurting.

"Then the hospital--" Osamu sighed, catching his composure as quickly as possible, or he might have started to cry. Instead, he pulled out his phone. He hesitated before his lock screen flashed up, ready to call the emergency hotline. By now, time was of the essence.

"No," Atsumu decided right as his eyes caught the light coming from the display. "I'll do it," he stated, determined with an unknown strength.

"I will," he emphasized again, this time, trying to hide the slight shake of uncertainty in his voice. All their work, all this time they put into keeping their darling with them - it couldn't be in vain. Their love was not so shallow. "But..." Osamu mumbled, unsure if this was the right decision.

"I'm the older twin. Trust me."

"Debatable..." Osamu mumbled, glancing back at their hurting darling. "But I trust you."

It all felt unreal. Their first aid kit wasn't just a normal, store-bought one as Atsumu always thought. Somehow, Osamu seemed to have predicted there could have been worse wounds to befall them, owning everything they could need. Chaos reigned in Atsumu's head as he watched one video after another of how to stitch wounds on Osamu's phone while washing his hands maniacally as if to wash off the sins crawling over his skin. The time was pressuring him. There was so much to note, he was barely able to remember the first step once he was done watching it. Avoiding blood poisoning seemed to be the slightest problem when he couldn't even remember how to close a stitch.

Both of them suited up for the occasion, Osamu silently bringing a new shirt into the bath before washing his hands next to his brother. "We said we'd do it together when we brought them here," he reminded Atsumu as he helped him into the gloves. "You're not alone in this."

"I know," Atsumu sighed. "We always did it together, but I have to do this alone. For them. For us."

"I'm always right behind you," Osamu encouraged Atsumu as they stepped up to their darling. A moment of silent prayers passed as they looked down at the biggest mistake of their life. Their darling.

"Let's get it over with," Atsumu mumbled. There was something in his brother's eyes that Osamu had never seen before. He could only recognize it as a point of no return. A breaking point. And yet, Osamu handed the needle to his brother, who immediately pointed it to where he wanted it to go. However, before he could stick it in, he hesitated, his will faltering instantly. What if he'd mess it up? What if he couldn't do it? They'd die. Either way, they'd die.

"On three," Osamu caught his brother, who was falling into despair. Atsumu had to do it. There was no turning back, they had long ignored the right things, and now they were too deep in to go back. He'd prove his love once and for all. Atsumu breathed in.

"Deep breath. One. Two..."

Atsumu breathed out.

"Three."

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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From a young age, Jack Fenton wanted a life of adventure and excitement. Working on his family’s quiet farm in the middle of nowhere never sat right with him. Late one night, he sees something he can’t explain in the woods which sparks a lifelong passion for the supernatural. He worked day and night at various odd jobs once he was old enough in order to save up money for school. Pa and him had a huge row when he saw how much money Jack had saved over the years. That money could’ve bought new equipment, could have put food in his sisters’ mouths. But Jack held fast, he loved his family but he needed to find his own way and he wouldn’t find it here. As soon as he got his acceptance letter for his college of choice, he left the farm and never looked back.

Rooming with Vlad Masters was a struggle at first but his roommate’s intense desire to prove Jack wrong about ghosts eventually sparked a friendly continuing argument which just became friendly in general. Jack was too loud, too enthusiastic for everyone else, almost always the biggest and broadest guy in the room. Jack first met Maddie during college orientation, or rather he met her bountiful bushy red hair 3 rows up that his eyes kept wandering to. He met her properly when they got into an intense discussion of the use of the supernatural in fiction during literature class. Girls had never registered for Jack before, always seemed less interesting than his research. But Maddie, she like a revelation in and of herself. They continued their debate after class, into the dining hall where Vlad somehow got roped in. They exchanged phone numbers and continued their theories long into the night. They never really stopped.

Maddie was like the campfires Pa used to make when he was young. She was small and contained but with an all-encompassing energy that warmed everyone around her. He finally met his match with her, her enthusiasm encouraged his and vice versa. Her mind thought differently from Jack but in a complementary way, he did his best thinking when she was there to bounce ideas off of. As close as he and Vlad were, sometimes the whole world disappeared when Maddie was around. Vlad proclaimed his desire to date Maddie on a couple of occasions, asking Jack to back him up. Jack never knew how to answer, it should be okay as long as the two of them were happy and he and Maddie could stay friends. But he couldn’t just ignore that chemistry he felt when Jack’s eyes met hers.

Vlad’s accident occurred not long afterwards, he was stuck in the hospital and forced to drop out of school their last semester. The guilt ate away at Jack but Maddie made things better. He danced with her for their last college dance, kissed her for the first time as they threw their caps into the air for graduation. Being with her was like being whole for the first time in his life. When he got down on his knee and asked her to be his lab partner for life, it was the best thing he’d ever done. They had something of a shotgun wedding, neither of them had two nickels to rub together both coming from poor families and a load of student debt. Jack couldn’t afford to rent a suit so he wore his hazmat suit, figuring Mads would get a kick out of it. When she walked down the aisle with her lab goggles on, he knew he’d found the one.

They moved to Amity Park, a peaceful but still bustling suburb an hour outside Chicago. In their research, they’d discovered several anomalies in and around the area that suggested it was a hot bed of paranormal activity. They bought a house and worked on making it their own. Maddie initially hadn’t wanted children, wanting to focus more on their work. Jack, however, had come from a big family and had wanted kids even when he’d been a kid. Many long discussions and time to settle and soon they had a beautiful daughter. He asked to name her Jasmine. His mother had loved the smell and kept it around the house growing up, even years later, the scent calmed him. Looking at the precious girl in his arms, he knew that she would be his new home.

Danny had been a little bit of a surprise. Him and Mads were content with their chatty, precocious daughter. They hadn’t even discussed having a second when they found out she was pregnant several months in. She hadn’t been symptomatic, Maddie fretted the rest of the pregnancy, worried she’s inadvertently harmed their child by exposing herself to chemicals. But everything turned out alright, Danny was born just fine, if a solid pound smaller than Jasmine. While Jazzy had wailed and wailed, Danny was a quiet baby, instead choosing to look around with wide, curious eyes. When he gripped Jack’s finger and brought it into his little mouth, Jack was smitten.

He loved being a scientist, a husband, but Jack especially loved being a father. Maddie said he never quite grew out of being a kid and he agreed with her. The sound of his daughters delighted screams as he ran around the house with her on his shoulders. The beaming smile Danny gave when Jack held him up high so he could be closer to the night sky. He loved his work, an obsession he was more than willing to admit, but his heart truly lied with his family. Jack could have lived an eternity in those early days when his children looked up at him like he could do no wrong. Of course, it wouldn’t last. Children grew up, socialized and learned that ghost hunting wasn’t the cool, legitimate profession they’d believed. His kids loved them but there was a separation that hadn’t existed before, a disconnect of a passionate farm boy searching for the unknown to modern kids who didn’t understand what it meant to to crave understanding.

Maddie was the one who shopped the idea of working on the portal again. Jack had been skeptical at first, it had been his dream but after what happened with Vlad and with the kids still living in the house... But Vlad was fine now, on his way to being a millionaire the last Jack heard and his thirst for knowledge couldn’t be quenched. It took years to draw up the schematics and begin building. The process was slow, made slower by Maddie going back to school for her second degree in psychics, by losses of funding, taking shady government contracts to put food on the table. When he saw the sad, hungry looks on his kids’ faces when they had discount TV dinners, he finally understood his father’s anger over Jack selfishly hoarding money for college. But years of blood, sweat and tears saw the fruition of their dreams completed.

The portal hadn’t worked right away to his immense disappointment only to miraculous start up when him and Maddie weren’t looking. Danny started acting sick immediately after, enough to scare the hell out of Jack. Visions of Vlad’s ecto-scarred face and the sounds of him vomiting up blood and ectoplasm haunted him. Not his Danny, not his sweet boy. But Danny recovered and things seemingly went back to normal. They say hindsight is 20/20 but Jack will curse himself until the day he died for not seeing the signs until it was spelled out for him. He knew Maddie and him were unconventional but he tried to foster love and trust in their home. The idea that his son didn’t think he could come to them for the dramatic changes the portal had done to him, that he was scared of them. Jack wept heartily at the thought of how he’d failed, that he’d been the sort of prejudiced, uninterested father like his Pa had been.

So he’d gotten down on his knees, making himself smaller and less threatening to his boy - he was so tall now, when had that happened - and asked for another chance. Danny, always too kind for his own good, forgave them. He said it before Jack believed he meant it but it was the biggest relief he’d ever felt in his life to have the opportunity to make things right. It was hard, erasing decades of biases. To not jump when Danny acted a bit too ghostly, to not to correct him when his boy made some comment on ghosts that Jack disagreed with. But he listened and he learned and even though his heart was already fit to burst, he found more love in his heart for his son. His son, who carried a heavy burden with dignity and grown into twice the man Jack was when he hadn’t been looking. Jazz too was paving her own way forward with the same zeal and intelligence that Jack admired so in Maddie.

His wife, his friend, his lab partner for life stood by his side as their children left home to change the world. When he was young, Jack dreamed of excitement, of never-ending exploration and fearsome battles. He got all of that, and more, but he also found something else. Jack found people who loved him for all his eccentricities, who he felt free to be as loud as silly as he desired. He raised two beautiful children who he loved more every day and who he knew loved in return. He wished he could tell his younger self that while excitement put hair on your chest, his Ma and Pa had been right in that family was something worth investing in. Jack Fenton made staggering advancements to the field of ectology over the years but his greatest accomplishment, should you ask him, would be living his best life with the woman of his dreams and their children.

#I've been drinking Love Jack Fenton juice the last few days #idk i just think he's neat #canon overeggaerates (as it does with most of its characters for comedy) but underneath he's a good dude #I feel like I blacked out and came to with this written #I have been typing for 40 minutes straight #I should probably put this blathering bs under a readmore #what the hell is this? is it a fic? a headcanon?#Jack Fenton is a good man and I will fight anyone who says otherwise

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janiedean · 3 years

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ooh so linked to the Brienne ask re: the kingsguard part. What are your thoughts on Aerys’ kingsguard, especially like Arthur Dayne who Jaime from what I remember has complicated feelings for but pretty much idolises him. And they’re so loved by almost everyone in universe!!! Like idk how to think about them really my feelings for them are also complicated

+ okay good because I honestly don’t see why people love them so much like most of the things we’ve heard about them are like. Objectively bad. And like yeah the idea of them is cool but well that can only go so far. also I’m sorry if these asks are a mess I’m exhausted!! ALSO I think you’re amazing for answering all of us anons with such detail I always love coming on to your blog

(putting both asks in the same place uu)

in order: the fact that they're loved by everyone in-universe and fandom actually likes them (or at least arthur dayne hahahahaha god) is like... some of george's best trolling because guess what the entire point is that they're supposed to look like amazing people/the real deal when instead they're all terrible the end - except again for the poor martell prince whom we don't know enough about and I'll give him a pass bc martell people are usually not stupid af but in order:

as I said george has made a point of stating that knighthood is a rotten institution and the kg especially aerys being like... what should be the highest honor for a knight is equally as rotten as knigthood in general and is made of people who do Not Deserve The Title - I mean again hey it's orders so marital rape is fine, hey we're leaving the 15yo to man an entire castle? WHY NOT, the king is mad? WELL WE SWORE TO SERVE HIM, like not counting martell prince there isn't one single person in the aerys kg except jaime who actually upheld the oaths they swore ie protecting the innocent so make of that what you will

the fact that jaime aka the fifteen year old is literally the only one who gets the job and then goes there like 'hey we're basically covering for marital rape what the fuck' and no one else bats an eyelid should already say everything there is to say about these people's moral standard

the fact that none of them actually stuck up for the fifteen-year old who was obviously not ready for the job nor tried to idk do anything to make it easier on him or whatever also says everything about their moral standard because honestly fuck you

the fact that everyone thinks they're amazing jaime included when they're all pretty much shitty is like... well, same as fandom does, which means that the readers bought what people in-narrative do... except that the moment you scratch the surface it's really damned bad

and I'm saying barristan is on thin ice because from his chapters you can see he's like... not a bad dude but like his reaction to jaime being in there still when he saw aerys is 'ah that fucker who killed the king and was so proud he had to try and get into it at fifteen'? like??? fuck you?? honestly the fact that all of them literally served a dude who put people on fire and was a menace/danger to the realm and then have the gall to think that jaime is the worst or who didn't like try to help him or anything while he was obv struggling with his vows and the fact that he was serving a madman says all about their moral standards, again

and honestly arthur dayne is the literal worst of all of them because like - first of all oh you knight the 15yo who goes along with you slaying bandits and you don't try to dissuade him from joining the kg? what the fucking fuck am I supposed to think - second of all you don't even warn him of what is expecting him when he joins when you've been there for a while? - but third of all which drives me insane and I hate that fandom sleeps on it and goes around happily like ARTHUR/LYANNA THE SHIP OF DREAMS... okay listen like I have literally zero investment in lyanna as a character or in r + l and I don't necessarily think he did everything - I think they had a mutual infatuation and eloped and she sorely regretted it and then it was on r. who shouldn't have like acted on it because he happened to be the 20+ year old with a wife and kids, but there's the whole tower of joy situation - in which sorry but we have arthur fucking off KL with other kg people and leaving all the others in the literal shit bc they'd have to deal with aerys and it'd be less of them than they should be, to go with rhaegar to the tower of joy to help him elope which whatever, and then lyanna was left there after r. had to go back... when her brother and father were burned alive and like if she knew that then I doubt she'd have wanted to stay and if she didn't then they withheld fairly important fucking information, so like he stayed there guarding a pregnant 15-16 yo who most likely did not want to be there and who is pregnant by his best friend whose family oh accidentally murdered half of hers........ and lyanna was there even after rhaegar died so I mean it's not like the moment he happened this dude goes and says 'hey maybe we should actually go back and see if we can solve this mess' no he kept her prisoner there anyway - on top of that... here I'm wildly speculating but: he had to know rhaegar was dead and when ned showed up if we are to believe him and idt he was unreliable on that... ned didn't want to fight him or kill him he just wanted to get his sister and leave and like he was most likely in love with ashara aka arthur's sister so why the fuck would he want to kill him right, and like rhaegar's dead and arthur has nothing to lose by letting ned up especially knowing that lyanna is fucking dying in childbirth like she's dying her brother's there just let him up and solve it later esp when the dude doesn't want to kill you....... but no ned had to kill him because he wouldn't budge and why the fucking fuck wouldn't you budge at that point? your side lost the war, the guy you were friends with that you did all of this for is dead, the girl is about to die at least let her die with her family, why? - only thing I can deduce from it: that rhaegar told him that the baby's survival was the most important thing because third head of the dragon blah blah blah and that if the war was lost to just grab the baby and lyanna if she survived and fuck off to essos until he grew up, except that lyanna didn't survive so the conclusion is that he tried to stop ned from going up there bc he'd have found out about the baby and tried to stop them and at that point who gives a fuck if lyanna died or not but he'd have liked... let her die and kill ned in the process and done that most likely, and sorry but when they knightly vows are, I would like to remind everyone, In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent. In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women…. like... what, what exactly has this dude done that would qualify as that? because lyanna would be young and innocent and a woman and he basically is letting her die, that behavior does not qualify as bravery and he'd like... deny the kid a chance of growing up with his family period if he killed ned and he didn't seem to particularly give a fuck las we checked, and that's like not counting the whole 'oh I won't tell the 15yo who idolizes me that he's signing

his life away to trauma nor I will support him for shit when he does' part of it, but the tower of joy stuff is shady whichever way you look at it and honestly the more time passes the more I'm convinced this guy is just a complete pos and the worst of them all except gregor when it comes to like 'people thinking you're a good knight and you're actually a pos instead' and I'm dying on that hill until george proves me wrong

and on that the thing is that... I ranted about it once here but basically jaime idolizes the shit out of him because he never saw that even if his subconscious kinda knows because when he had the weirwood dream his greatest fear was confronting the former kg and everyone was accusing him of stuff he couldn't have physically prevented (more ranting on the weirwood dream here) and he's there like 'ah I wanted to be arthur dayne but I became the smiling knight instead' but like... actually he is more of a true knight than arthur dayne can ever hope to be? because like in the above meta I was talking specifically about how to pia he's like... better than arthur dayne, but like not to be that person but jaime who thinks he's the gregor clegane of his time and not arthur dayne, while arthur dayne was... doing the shady toj thing with lyanna - saved an entire city from aerys blowing it up - risked his neck for brienne even if he didn't even like her as in he got himself kicked in a healing stump when he couldn't even stand up for himself so she wouldn't be raped - risked his neck going back for her at harrenhal and jumped into the bear pit without even knowing how he'd manage it - was actually being a decent person to tommen until c. forced him to leave - the moment he saw what happened with pia he gave her her rapist's head when she's like a commoner no one gaf about and took her into her service - when his squire wanted to bed her he like told him to be kind to her jfc - is per tyrion the only relative who actually loved him/freed him/actually stuck up for him (and tysha is on tywin thank you all very much and jaime feels so great about it he doesn't think about it until he can't anymore) (also he was the one chasing the bandits away in the first place so he was probably there like oH I HELPED A MAIDEN too lmao god fuck tywin) - actually stuck for his cat vow bc he took riverrun without bloodshed - sent brienne after sansa with the magic amazing sword because he wanted to upheld their shared vow to cat going against his own family - the moment brienne shows up like hey wanna blow this joint and leave the army you don't wanna lead to find sansa he didn't even like blink before saying yes and I'm supposed to think that in between him and arthur dayne he isn't the only one who actually stuck to his vows as well as he could/knows anything about them/is actually a trueknight™? because lmao the fact that jaime doesn't fancy himself one because of aerys when everyone fancies arthur dayne one when the latter did absolutely fucking nothing beyond slaying bandits to put his money where his mouth was while jaime didn't even like brand himself like that and still did all of that and half of it was acting on instinct not even like doing the math before and *he* was the one wanting to be knighted at fifteen and took his vows seriously when oh wait knightly vows are basically the epitome of selflessness is like again grrm trolling the hell out of everyone characters included but it's clear from the narrative imvho and I can't wait for the moment he serves the just desserts and a) jaime realizes it b) everyone else in-narrative realizes it c) bran timetravels to the fucking toj and we find out what actually went down there and this saint arthur narrative is burned to the ground because honestly no

there, I think I spat out almost all of my venom XD

#anonymous #ask post #janie writes meta #ch: jaime lannister #ch: arthur dayne #anti arthur dayne #spoilers: ALMOST because like #everyone writes fic abt arthurlyanna raising jon in essos being IN LOOVEEEE #which honestly... given the premises is like guys ship what you want but i'm skeptical #and then I had to stand through years of ppl bashing on joncon #for having done THE EXACT SAME THING WITH AEGON #but oh he was pathetic for that apparently #like take your not really veiled homophobia and go honestly #bc giving shit to joncon for stuff that arthur or barristan already ddi #and WORSE for that matter #(or ned lmao)#is just.... never mind it's been years i'm still pissed off #only good thing about 8x05 is that the joncon hatred sort of stopped #bc they realized he wasn't wasted ink #but yeah nvm that here you go anon #i'mma stop now

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rosevanhelsing · 3 years

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Wendigo

Chapter 21

Vic stared at the police cars until the lights were lost on the horizon, then she went back inside, full the tank of the Triumph and when she got out and accelerated the Shortcut Bridge appeared again that took her home.

Meanwhile, Charlie returned to Christmasland and was full of good humor, her plan was going from strength to strength. It was a matter of time before Vic ended up abandoning Lou and Wayne, well he didn't mind him going back to Christmasland either. Suddenly the Wraith sent him a telepathic message

-You are not getting too illusions with her again, are you? I don't think that overnight she will abandon that man.

-I know, but she will sooner or later, even if she did not abandon him of her will, I do not think that Mr. Carmody will live many years, he has already had a heart attack ... Vic knows, deep down, that I can only be your partner. I am sure that we are soul mates as they say ...

-While I was with her, I have delved into her mind ...

-Hahaha, you have to see how gossipy you are ...

-Well, you will not like what I have found out ... She has no affective feelings towards you except gratitude because you saved her life ... In fact, for her, you are only a necessary evil to be able to defeat the Wendigo ... if you fall into that confrontation, she will not care.

-No, that's not true! I've seen it in her eyes. She no longer looks at me with disgust and contempt ...

-At most you can expect her to forgive you for what you did to her and you know it. She is in love with Lou Carmody and she will marry him and even she may consider having children with him.

Charlie screamed in rage.

-No, that won't happen ... Shut up.

The Rolls fell silent and continued on. Charlie spent the rest of the trip in a bad mood, killed a hitchhiker to feed the children, and returned to Christmasland.

When Vic came back she hugged Lou and brought him up to date. Since the next day was Wayne's birthday, between the two of them they wrapped the accessories for the puppy as a gift to surprise Wayne and then the three of them would go to find the puppy. Possibly they would stop by a good restaurant to eat.

For his part, James had gone to Boston to do a merchandise delivery, when he was taking the regulatory break, he noticed a poster announcing the Halloween party of the publisher that published Vic's books. James returned to the truck, He picked up the book he had bought and checked the publisher's name. A wicked smile played on his lips.

- I think I know where we'll meet again, Vic McQueen.

James went to the publisher and at reception asked:

- Good morning, I would very much like Vic McQueen to sign the book for me and send you a letter of admiration. Could you give me her address?

The receptionist looked at him and she had a strange feeling that this man was shady. Since she was little, she had always had a very good intuition and she was never wrong in judging people and also that intuition had saved her once from a strange woman with a top hat.

- Sorry but no. Our publisher protects the privacy of our authors - she said professionally - If you wish, you can leave your letter and the book along with your address and she will send you the signed copy.

- Well, I'll do that. Thank you, Miss. By the way, do you know if she's going to attend that Halloween party, miss?

- I don't know, sir. However, this party is free. What I know is that we have sent you the invitation

James greeted her with his hat and left. He got a notepad and a package and wrote:

"My dear, and newly discovered, cousin

I can't wait for us to get to know each other better, I think the Halloween party at the publisher you work with would be a great place for us to talk. Let's have a friendly conversation and I won't hurt you but if you refuse or call the police, your family will pay the consequences.

James the Wendigo "

James packed everything up and delivered it leaving a zip code for reference. After a few days, Vic received the package, picked it up and opened it, seeing that it was one of her books, he proceeded to open it to sign it and then he saw the note. He carefully kept it in plastic to preserve the prints and hid it so Wayne wouldn't see it and when Wayne went to walk Hooper he showed it to Lou.

- Call Tabitha, now- said Lou

Vic swallowed hard and nodded. She called Tabitha and she came over.

- You've done well, Vic. We'll catch that bastard, you'll see.

- Well, then I'll be the bait, I let him approach me, I take him to the hotel parking lot and there and you catch him.

- Yes, you are the bait ... but don't worry, we will keep you and Lou safe. Wayne will also have protection in case he gave her for trying to kidnap him or something.

-Yeah ... if you do as well as when Manx took him ... -she said sarcastically

- Vic ... we did not know that Manx had an ally who was like him, and there was also Bing. And the Wendigo is not like Manx, thankfully. Go both of you to that party, me and other agents will be disguised and incognito, you won't even know who we are.

- It's okay.

Later, while she and Lou were in bed, Lou said:

- It's a trap, don't you know?

- Of course, and I think he must also assume that I will call the police. And not only that, I think he's also looking forward to Charlie Manx coming.

- But he didn't mention Manx

- Needless. I think you already know that I have sided with Charlie against him and I will tell you.

- And what are you planning to do? Will you leave it all to Tabitha or are you going to have a plan B with Manx?

- Both things ... I want the Police to take care of Wendigo, but if the Police fail, we both know we can stop it. And Charlie won't want the Wendigo to hurt Wayne either. I did not tell you, but Charlie "adopts" the children he takes, considers them his children even if they turn into that kind of demon, soulless vampires that Wayne was about to become.

- So you have to go back to Christmasland to tell him, right?

- I'm afraid of that, yes.

- Do you want me to accompany you?

- I would love if you could join me but I don't want you to turn it into a Christmas Dinner. When he took Wayne away, he wanted to put you in the trunk of his car to serve you to the kids as food. And he had the same intention with Craig Harrison.

- Wayne's father?

- Yes.

When Vic made sure Wayne was asleep, Vic and Lou both went out and drove the motorbike a couple of miles, far enough away that Wayne would suspect nothing and think that his parents were out for a walk or a drink.

"Are you ready?" Lou asked.

- To be honest no. I'm even afraid to go back there.

"I suppose Christmasland is as twisted a place as Manx."

-You suppose very well. But I have no choice ...

Vic sped up the Triumph until the bridge appeared and crossed it back to Christmasland.

#charlie manx #vic mcqueen

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Can I ask why you hate Batman and Robin Eternal? (it was my first DC comic ever, my dad bought it for me in one of his trips even though I didn’t know anything about the batfam or comics in general lmao). It’s been so long since the last time I read it I don’t even remember what it was about (I do remember enjoying it in that moment but it may have also been because it was a gift and the drawings were cool lol)

Aww, that’s very sweet. There are certainly bits of the comic that are enjoyable. I’m pretty sure that I’m actually in the minority when I say that I don’t care for it...but since you asked lol, there are several things about these comics that really rub me the wrong way. This is pretty negative (and way longer than I’d planned), so be warned.

For starters, Dick Grayson was just...not treated well by his family members in these comics. It felt particularly brutal here specifically...I think because Dick would say very harmless things, and his family’s responses in return were so abrupt and unreasonably harsh. Like, Dick says that he’s glad to see Batgirl, and wonders what some kids are doing dressed as Robin...

Batman and Robin Eternal #4

And Batgirl bites his head off. Or, there were times where Dick would just be hanging out in the general vicinity, and people would just take shots at him out of the blue for seemingly no reason.

Batman and Robin Eternal #3

It felt like he could barely breathe without someone criticizing him for it. At one point, Dick confesses that he’s feeling discouraged, and Damian’s response is to punch him in the face.

Batman and Robin Eternal #22

Which is a pretty good summary of the family’s treatment of him in these comics to be honest. Just literally, lashing out at him for zero reason while he just takes it.

One scene in particular that really frustrated me was this one:

Batman and Robin Eternal #5

You know, that other time in this comic series where one of Dick’s family members punches him in the face while he, once again, takes the hit and does nothing to retaliate. Good times.

For context...the big bad in these comics is a villain known as “Mother.” Her speciality is brainwashing. She placed several of her “children” in high-profile positions in order to enact her plans, even managing to infiltrate Spyral. In a message left for Dick, Batman specifically explains that “Anyone could be under her control, Dick. They could be people you know. People you love…they probably will be” (Batman and Robin Eternal #1).

Unlike in Pre-52, Tim’s background is largely a mystery. He’s acting suspiciously. So, Dick takes it upon himself to investigate and ensure that Tim’s not one of Mother’s plants.

On Tim’s side of things, he’s upset that Dick investigated behind his back and found out where he’d secretly had his parents living for their safety. Dick unintentionally brought danger to their doorstep (though, notably, no one was actually hurt). But Tim’s pissed, and punches Dick in the face.

Not gonna lie, this was hard to take. I mean, even if Tim was in the right in this argument (which he lowkey isn’t in my eyes), that still does not make it ok for him to just punch Dick out of the blue when Dick is, as pictured above, just talking to him.

And the hypocrisy that Tim is displaying here is stunning. How he had previously told Dick off for keeping secrets from the family by going undercover with Spyral, when he in fact had a whole secret family tucked away in a corner. How he tells Dick off now for invading people’s privacy, when just earlier in this very comic he had planted surveillance devices in Stephanie’s apartment without her consent.

Batman and Robin Eternal #2

How Tim storms off and goes on a solo mission with Jason because Dick’s supposedly too personally invested and thus compromised, when he just got so emotionally unhinged that he lost his shit at Dick and punched him. Once again, may I just say, simply stunning.

But does Tim ever face any consequences for this behavior? Oh, of course not! Instead, we get Jason joking about how great it is to punch Dick in the face when he is not even fighting back.

Batman and Robin Eternal #7

And everyone collectively piling on to Dick and blaming him, even though he had legitimate concerns. Awesome.

Batman and Robin Eternal #6

Batman and Robin Eternal #7

And Dick just continues to take it. Not once does he stand up for himself. It’s so hard to read him continually get shit on, I’m sorry. And it’s crazy how they treat him this way, and yet still ultimately look to him for encouragement and rely on him to save the day in the end? You hate to see it.

I also didn’t like what they did with Cass. I know, I’m just full of complaints. But they really watered her down. With Pre52 Cass, you could actually describe facets of her personality. She was compassionate, had a very refreshing, sassy sense of humor, etc. She wasn’t just...mysterious action girl who has a dark past and cries occasionally. I mean, there were moments where I could see glimpses of personality (the time she visited the ballet being the main one), but on the whole she punched people when needed, and otherwise just stood there as people talked about and around her. Essentially a prop for the story.

Batman and Robin Eternal #24

Another thing that makes me so uncomfortable (that I couldn’t pin down until I read this post here) is the fact that this comics version of events makes it so that Cass’ own backstory no longer has her as the focus; it’s not about her emotional struggles and journey. By having Cass kill Harper’s mother rather than a random man, it makes the story about Harper, and about Cass gaining Harper’s forgiveness. So...more using Cass as a prop...as an element of someone else’s story in what is supposed to be her origin!

Honestly, I have no idea why Cass would want to stay with the Bat-family in these comics anyway...her previous mentorship with Barbara Gordon is nonexistent. She’s no longer Batgirl. The two people who were once her closest friends treat her horribly.

Batman and Robin Eternal #3

Batman and Robin Eternal #4

As if she’s barely a person. Once again, sooooo hard to read this. Why.

Yeah, I could go on forever nitpicking here. You probably got a sense of it already, but I absolutely despise how Tim is characterized here. Most of the time, he’s an ass. Jason also had pretty inconsistent characterization. And I really don’t like how the whole comic treats Robin like something Batman owns and is meant to benefit from, rather than as something Dick created. I don’t like how Cain was “redeemed” in the end, and that Cass took on the name Orphan instead of Black Bat or Batgirl. Once again, how is she connected to the Bat-family exactly? And I don’t like how Dick’s time as Robin is portrayed.

The existence of this comic...drives me insane...

It’s also the worst time to be doing a “Does Batman treat his kids like child soldiers?” arc considering it is coming on the tail end of Spyral, aka that one thing that Dick did because Bruce beat the shit out of him and forced him to.

Nightwing #30

Looking through Batman’s speech to Dick there...some of the things he says to Dick are so uncomfortably close to what Cain says to Cass. Really horrible parallel there. Why DC.

I really don’t know why Dick was so certain that Bruce didn’t do something shady with Mother, as was implied throughout the comic, when Bruce had pulled the Spyral crap fairly recently. Idk why they didn’t play into that side of things. Like, the fact that this arc ends with Dick comforting Batman about them not being child soldiers:

Batman and Robin Eternal #26

Instead of Batman stepping up to reaffirm to Dick that he was a good partner and a trusted ally when he spent the whole comic being insulted by his family and being told this stuff by his enemies (and flashback!Batman):

Batman and Robin Eternal #8

Batman and Robin Eternal #12

Just sucks. I mean, Dick had just recently sacrificed everything (his family, his friends, his life, his identity, everything) to do as Batman wanted and go undercover, only to hear this over and over? To hear that none of it was enough? That he could never be enough? And Dick never gets reassurance that this isn’t true. This comic is just agonizing in so many ways.

Obviously, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I am not criticizing this to be a killjoy? Just venting. If you enjoy these comics, you are free to continue to do you. But I am never going to like them. And when I see people championing these books as the best the Bat-fam has to offer...oof is that hard to hear lmao! Surely we can do better than all this.

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So this ‘Rebooting’ breadcrumb has got me all up in my thoughts about the SR gang (ha) and I realized I never did the thing I was going to do for Reiss, so here it is... like, three years in the making. Whoops.

Cats in the Cradle

Reiss Abernathy reflects on his struggle with single fatherhood in Stilwater and coming into power in Steelport as he watches his daughters climb the ranks of the 3rd Street Saints and make the same mistakes in life he did.

Reiss Abernathy knew he wasn’t a good father. Sure, he didn’t qualify as the Worst, but he didn’t make it on the ‘average’ list. Maybe not even subpar. He and Anna had been a mistake from the start, so when they had two children by the time they were just getting into college and Anna had proceeded to cut and run, leaving the kids with him, there hadn’t exactly been high hopes. He had been a lost soul even back then, so he had bought them a shitty little house in the shady area of Stilwater and tried. Until he realized that raising a baby and a preschooler all on his own with no leads in life was harder than expected. And so he had stopped aiming for a reputable career and had decided to fall in with some… less than decent people. But the money was good and if he kept his mouth shut and his head down, even better.

He had met Leo that Summer; an FBI agent with a quick wit, a sharp tongue, and a knack for justice… … for the highest bidder. Still, that tended to be him as of late, so they were fast friends. It didn’t hurt that he was fantastic with kids without any less than savory motive. He’d go out for drinks with Reiss towards the end of the week, go on whatever make-believe adventure five-year-old Quinn had cooked up for him and little Audrey for the day until she was exhausted, and headed home.

As the years passed Leo had become more of a father to the girls than he ever was, and Reiss knew it. A lack of a nine to five day and dangerous work made for him coming home exhausted, content to do the bare minimum to make sure the girls lived another day. Leo would stop by after his shift and the Bureau and pick up the slack, asking them how their school days were, who their friends were, and all that, while Reiss nursed his wounds and headed to sleep early, cutting in on a question when he could.

Then the teenage years hit, the girls found their voices and… it had been less than ideal.

Quinn was filled with rage, fighting him on everything with an insult or a nasty comeback to almost anything he said.

Audrey, ever the peacemaker, had tried to mediate things to the best of her pre-teen ability.

They didn’t deserve her.

And then a job offer from one of those questionable types came in- a spot as muscle for a ‘group’ in Steelport with steadier and better pay than what he was making, so he had jumped on it.

The girls were old enough to be left alone, and he was only a couple of hours away, he’d visit often. They’d probably be better off on their own with Leo stepping in on occasion anyway.

And despite Leo’s initial reservations and meaningfully disapproving looks, it had worked. He had become an eventual heavy hitter in the Steelport Saints and things were looking up.

Until one night that Leo had called him in a measured panic because the girls had been in the wrong place at the wrong time - ‘they’re fine, relatively unhurt. But I think Julius Little tried to recruit them, and… I think they’re gonna do it, Reiss. Quinn looked pretty tempted.’ He had heard of the man. There had been a gang in town that was slowly coming into their own- the Saints, if he recalled. It was headed by that man. He had met him in passing a few times. Smart man - that’s what made him lethal. He had gone and joined a gang to try to keep his girls out of one, and now they had apparently fallen in with one anyway.

He had told Leo to keep an eye on things and he had rushed home - only for Quinn to just about cut him off at the pass at every single protest. She had been tempted by whatever the Hell he had missed. Quinn liked power, and while Audrey seemed less convinced, she had been very adamant in telling him that where Quinn went, she would go - she had raised him more than he did. A hunger for power even if it came from shady sources, unyielding loyalty to favorites, ‘stick to your convictions’ - how did that song go? ‘And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me, he'd grown up just like me, my boy was just like me’ - that had rung true here and now, and it had almost undone him then and there. He had protested at first - and Quinn had thrown a bottle at his head. When Audrey had gone to step in he had barely had time to yank her out of the way and behind him to protect her from the second one that Quinn had sent flying. He really had lost Quinn then. He had arranged a meeting with Julius after that, trying to gauge if they were in any further danger than… The Life had called for. The two he had talked to- a skinny guy clearly from Brooklyn- Troy, the one Audrey had talked about all the time and apparently taken a liking to, and some guy who thought visors were still a decent fashion choice- Dex, if he recalled correctly. Quinn had name dropped him once. Something about the man unnerved him. He had constantly felt like he was getting sized up. Regardless, he had made his case for a meeting, had named all the right people from the Knights, and Julis himself had called off his two guard dogs to talk to the man. He had initially been condescending, drawing attention to the fact that a father was trying to run interference with his two ‘grown-ass children.’ Reiss had laughed it off, saying that if he had been a decent father ages ago, maybe that would’ve been the case, but no. He wanted to get a feel of the group, make sure they weren’t signing up for disaster.

Julius hadn’t been convinced, but he had let the guy walk away after their talk, so there had been that. Still, there was something disarmingly fatherly about the man. He briefly thought of Leo with him, wondering if the girls would be better off without him and with the other two regardless, so he had taken his turn to cut and run. But at least they were just short of adults by then. He returned to the Knights, and asked Leo to keep tabs. And as he had climbed the ranks in the Knights, evidently the girls had done the same in the Saints. Like father, like daughters. And when the current Boss of the Knights had gone after him in a grab for power, pulling a gun on him, he had won that fight and earned his place at the top, and felt on top of the world to boot, his world had come crashing down when Leo had called him shortly after, evidently a drunken mess, and informed him that the ‘Saints had been up to no good on the Mayor’s boat the previous night, there had been an Accident, and the girls were on death’s door, and he needed to get there now.’

And so he had. And when he had reached the hospital, the people at the desk had been very adamant that ‘one of the girls’ hadn’t said anything about any other family ‘besides Leonidas’, nor had they been informed of anybody by Julius Little. He had made a mental note of that, content that he would make Julius pay for his lie until the rest of the statement caught up with him. One? What the Hell did that mean? Had one of them died? He had opened his mouth to start asking all the questions when he had heard Leo’s voice behind them and turned so quickly he nearly tripped over his own feet.

And there Leo was, arm tucked securely around Audrey’s shoulders as she leaned against him to walk. She had stitches on a couple of spots on her head and she was bruised to all Hell, but she was alive. He had run to her then, gathered her into his arms and hugged her, trying not to sob, blubbering apologies as he heard her hiss in pain, but she didn’t move to pull away either. He had been angry then, casting an accusatory look at Leo and demanding why he hadn’t been mentioned as their actual father, until Audrey had stuck up for him, claiming she wasn’t sure if Reiss would show, and his heart shattered again. He had failed them. So badly.

And then she had caught him up on everything. The Mayor had tried to set the Saints up, but he had been smarter and rigged the thing to blow up. The only reason she had gotten minor damage compared to Quinn, who was hanging on by a thread because she had been at the exact brunt of it was that that Troy kid had called to tell her to keep away from the boat- and had confessed he was an undercover cop all along.

Again, one was determined, lethal, headstrong, and the other was level headed but also had a knack for getting attached to surprise cops. He had looked at Leo then, who gave him the same exact look he was sporting back. They really were his children.

Leo had put him up for a few nights after that, waiting for Audrey to get discharged, and once she did he had taken her back to their new, shiny apartment- apparently the Saints had been good to her- he had made a few meals and fussed over her until she had said she appreciated it but it was almost, almost too late to care. Still, ‘almost almost’ was better than ‘definitely.’ He had asked her to tell him about her ‘cop friend’ after that and she had gone rigid and dismissive, claiming he was dead to her now.

Extreme, but understandable. Maybe she had more sense than him after all.

She had fallen asleep with her head pillowed on his thigh that night, and his heart had shattered all over again.

Of course, the next morning his second in command in the Knights had informed him that someone was trying to make a grab for power. Evidently, not having learned anything in all that had happened, he had left again. The last thing he wanted was instability on both fronts of his life. He had left a furious, protesting Leo to look after the girls again and headed back to retain his throne. He justified his own actions by promising himself he’d keep a closer eye on things in Stillwater in the meantime.

And to his credit, he did. When Quinn woke up and broke herself out of the prison hospital, he had watched the news unfold nonstop. And then had been proud when the girls had gotten back all the footing in the city they had lost in the time since Quinn was in a coma and Audrey had been laying low.

When he was keeping his throne secure, his girls ascended closer to theirs. Quinn was thriving now, and last he heard she was the Big Boss, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d come for Steelport. Audrey was apparently perfectly comfortable in her spot of being third in command in the Saints, and that was probably exactly why she was the smartest one in the family.

He had been thrilled that things had evened out for a while, until once again Leo had called him in a panic because things were certainly not fine. Quinn had apparently shot Audrey in a power grab to ensure that her and some Johnny fellow wouldn’t have to deal with anything, and Reiss’ world shattered again.

It occurred to him then, finally, that perhaps his influence had been the problem, and maybe it was best if he had stayed away for good.

Leo had been livid, hurling insults immediately about being a ‘goddamn father for once in your life’ and such. When Reiss had insisted that’s what he was doing, distance might’ve been good, might have served them well, maybe they would grow to resent him entirely, to grow and make sure they were his polar opposite. That had apparently diffused Leo enough. He had gone sympathetically quiet for a while. And then his dear, loyal, Leo had made an offer Reiss knew pained him as much as hearing it himself did: “I can kill Quinn. If you think this is too much. If you think it’s too late. She loved that kid, if the old Quinn’s gone… … I’m not saying I will, but if there’s nothing of your daughter left… I can do it. If she’s crossed the line, you just tell me.”

That might have been the most heartbreaking thing yet. Leo was more of a father to the girls than he ever was, and here he was offering to end his own surrogate daughter’s life for threatening the other one. For becoming a problem for everyone.

“No. Just… she made her bed, let her lay in it,” Reiss had dismissed it. Then, carefully. “You’re the best man I know, you know that, right?”

Leo had laughed then, raw and pained. “That’s not saying much with the company we keep.”

“Just… keep an eye on things. I don’t want her dead, I just… keep Audrey safe if Quinn’s a lost cause.”

“I will. But that’s another thing. Audrey’s got that covered, too. I tailed her after she got shot. Didn’t hear me when I called her a few times. Get this: she’s with the fuckin’ police chief. That Bradshaw Fellow. He took her in with open bloody arms and probably a certain other choice appendage.’”

Reiss groaned in disgust at the implication and the fact that Leo had dared to say it- probably revenge for not being there. Still, he saw the irony. Audrey had two dirty cops in her life, and the pair of them were clean enough to not trust each other when it came to her. “Just… be her backup, then.”

“Fine. But it should be you.”

At least the man didn’t stab him in the back with that. “I know,” was what he went with before hanging up the phone.

And so he did as intended and steered clear for a couple of years. And despite meaning well, the gravity of all the time he had missed hit him hard. He kept track of everything, dimly aware that at some point Julius had been revealed to be the mastermind behind the boat bombing. He had been in the process of arranging a plane to Stillwater to go handle that himself, only to find out that Quinn had beaten him to it, murdering him at one of the old tourist spots. Audrey had evidently been content laying low with Bradshaw, and it had all been confirmed when Leo mentioned seeing the pair ‘looking awfully cozy’ when he passed the chief’s house and spotted them through the window a while back. ‘You’re practically a father-in-law.’

Leo, the rotten bastard. Always had a way of wording things to ruin every ounce of conviction he ever had. Father-in-law. How much of Audrey’s life had he missed willingly that she was a grown woman with a serious boyfriend? Christ, maybe he had been wrong. Maybe he was an awful father after all, despite having good intentions. He really had fucked up.

And so he made plans to go back to Stillwater just to catch up with them in person.

Of course, as per usual, his plan had backfired when Quinn and Audrey beat him to the punch - by dropping out of an aircraft carrier directly above his city, apparently on some rescue mission gone wrong.

He had thought they were threats at first with all of the gunfire going on. He recognized the Syndicate colors - a gang that was trying and failing to usurp him constantly now, and… were those Saints? No, the purple was off. But they had rebranded if the rumors were true, so there was that possibility. Still, he had gotten in a plane and had the pilot fly up to meet them in the conflict because no people were going to fuck with his city. That too had backfired when, after jumping out of the plane he had grabbed the nearest goon not flying any colors that was also falling, shoved a gun under his chin, only to see that the man had been tied up. The man was shouting protests now and he had known that voice. Sounded like an idiot, heavy with a Brooklyn accent. Fuck. Some reintroduction to the man that was supposedly on the fast track to being his son-in-law. He had opened his mouth to protest, only to get knocked clean off the man by another one - and he knew his youngest daughter’s voice too, once she started hurling insults and demanding that she ‘leave the other guy alone.’ He had made quick work of yanking open his visor to show his face, and Audrey had practically shrieked ‘Dad’, and well, at least that conflict was over. He still had no fucking idea what was going on.

He took small comfort in the fact that once they were on the ground, Audrey had kept him safe with cover fire when they had dispatched the leftover Syndicate members.

She caught him up once the last one was dead. This was an inter-gang conflict gone wrong. The Saints and Syndicate had gotten into a turf war. The Syndicate had taken hostages- even from ‘retired’ Saints, she had explained, motioning at herself and Troy before returning to the details. One of theirs was dead, a man named Johnny. He was apparently dearly loved by everyone, judging by the tone and everyone’s reactions.

It was then that Quinn had showed up, yanked her helmet off, pointed her gun straight at her father’s heart and announced that Steelport was hers now, because she needed every single Syndicate member dead for taking Johnny from them. Apparently he hadn’t been the only one keeping tabs.

It was in that moment that Reiss had promptly decided he was too old for this shit. Especially if his own blood was willing to murder him point blank. He had fucked up entirely, and now was the time to mend things. Better late than never, even if he had cut it close. “I still get a cut of everything, I still get to run the Blue Steel,” was his only request- the little venue he poured a lot of his soul into. He could handle letting his kid inherit his throne if he kept his life, his other kid’s life, and his lot in life.

Quinn had stared him down for a while, finger still resting on the trigger, and briefly Reiss figured this was it, he had tried and failed, and that just fucking figured. But then:

“Fine,” Quinn had lowered her gun. “Still fucking hate you.” She wandered off then.

Well, that was just going to have to work. “Okay.” He cut his losses then, and promptly turned to Troy. “Hi. You probably don’t remember me. Name’s Reiss. I’m Audrey’s father. ”

“Kinda figured.”

“Yeah. You and I should go get a drink sometime and get to know each other if we’re almost family.”

Troy stared at him for a few seconds, then glanced Audrey’s way. “Dree, what the fuck is happening here?”

Reiss waited a beat, then laughed as the perfect solution occurred to him then and there. A way to patch things up as much as possible without fucking it all up again.“Taking this as a retirement opportunity and making up for lost time,” he replied. He turned his attention to Audrey. “If the one who turned out the least like me will have me.”

She frowned at him, then after a beat, she sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, she’ll have you. Unless you disappear again.”

“Not a chance. Unless you want me to.”

Audrey looked from him, to Troy, to Quinn, staring out at the city skyline a few yards away, then back. “Then welcome to the Saints.”

Welcome to the Saints. Sounded a Hell of a lot like ‘welcome to the family’- meant nearly the same thing too, if his hunch was right. It was their family. Not his. But maybe that’s what they all needed to be their family again. Or for the first time, considering they weren’t much of one to the start. “Glad to be here.”

And for once, he realized he meant it entirely.

#Boss Reiss #also this fic is AKA #Leo: 'this isnt how we agreed to raise our kids'#Reiss: ' 'our' kids. Leo were not married'#Leo: 'We're a little married'#Reiss: 'I know. I love it'#which reminds me #Leo Ashford #Boss Quinn #Boss Audrey

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Hook, Line and Sinker

pairing: simeon & gn!mc

word count: 1.8k

summary: You try to hit on Simeon while the two of you attempt to put together a desk he bought from the Devildom’s version of an IKEA.

a/n: part 8 of the mc isn’t good at pick up lines series

part four | part five | part six | part seven

“Why?” You ask with a sigh, standing in front of Simeon who’s a heap on the floor surrounded by dozens of tiny screws, as well as an opened box with a picture of a white desk on the front. “Why did you think this would be a good idea?” Describing Simeon as stressed would be an understatement; the man looked absolutely beside himself. “Did you even read the instructions?”

“Of course I did!” He’s quick to defend himself and you can even see his hair puff up slightly at the accusation. “But… this is confusing.”

“Why didn’t you call Solomon to help you?” You planned on giving in to Simeon’s vague request, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him beforehand. “Why did you have to send me the most vague text you could think of?”

The angel pauses slightly before a whine leaves him. Was he about to throw a tantrum? Cute, your lips curl upwards at the thought of a bratty Simeon before he starts to speak again. “Solomon had plans today. He didn’t tell me what, just that he wouldn’t be back until later tonight.” You roll your eyes to yourself as you sit on the carpeted ground across from him. It was hard to believe Solomon was a human at times with as shady as he was. “And Luke wouldn’t be any help with this. I bought this because I thought it could be beneficial for his studies, but he wouldn’t understand how to put it together.” He gingerly picks at the parts around him. “And I didn’t think my message was that vague. I only asked for your help.”

“You literally only sent me ‘help, SOS’. I thought Solomon finally snapped and killed Luke.” You lean forward and pick up the pamphlet of instructions. You weren’t surprised that Simeon bought this with Luke in mind, if anything it was cute. “Simeon, will you be honest with me?” The blue eyed angel looks at you expectantly.

“Of course.”

“Is Luke your secret love child?”

Simeon seems to be caught off guard by your question, the man seemingly choking on nothing but air. He stares at you with wide eyes as his brain wrecks havoc as he tries to answer your question. “I mean, I was only asking because you act like such a dad around him.” You can’t keep the grin off your face, and you end up laughing into the back of your hand. “I’m only playing with you. Unless…?”

“I’m not his father!” Simeon stutters out, a blush creeping up his face.

“Okay, okay.” You say with your hands raised slightly. “Just asking a question. I didn’t know, maybe angels could have kids or something.” You decide to drop the topic when Simeon actually looks like he might lecture you. Your eyes scan the pages of the instruction manual and you can feel your eyebrow twitch from the amount of information. If you thought IKEAs were confusing, then the Devildom took it to the next level. The two of you were definitely out of your elements. “You couldn’t just… buy him a desk that was already put together?”

“He’s particular when it comes to study areas.”

“You should have just forced him to build it.” You mumble under your breath, but you pick up a piece of wood anyway. You stare down at the wood in your lap blankly, before your gaze shifts back up to Simeon. “Why didn’t you ask Lucifer to help? He’s more capable than I am, and unlike us, he’d probably be familiar with the store you purchased this from.”

“Well,” there’s an almost bashful look on his face, “that’s quite simple. I like spending time with you.” This time it’s your turn to choke on air. You feel your cheeks heat up as you quickly hide behind your hands. Goodness, it was like the Levi situation all over again. Was it really this easy to get you flustered?

You snort to yourself as you grab a screwdriver. If Simeon thought he’d be the only one being smooth tonight, then you’d have to prove him wrong. “Oh? Well, are you religious? Because you have the answers to all my prayers.” You smile smugly to yourself; yeah- that was good. You pause briefly. Wait.

“Um… is that a trick question?” The angel asks with a tilt of his head. “I thought it was obvious that I was religious. However, it’s not my job to answer your prayers.” You close your eyes and inhale deeply, nodding to yourself as you accept your defeat and grab the instructions yet again, skipping to the page that has the complete picture printed. It was getting just a little old that your pick up lines never worked. You sit there brewing to yourself for a minute, grabbing at screws and trying to figure out what goes where, but you eventually get the gist of it. “Do you want to try again?” You look up to see a mischievous smile on Simeon’s lips, one that tells you he knew what you were up to from the start. You feel your face heat up once again, though this time from embarrassment.

“No.” You answer much to his surprise. You were tired of giving the others warnings about your pick up lines. No, if you wanted a genuine reaction, you’d have to toss them out randomly. It’s like fishing, you think to yourself. If you throw the bait out enough times, the fish will come to you. Or… something like that. Probably.

“Ah, little lamb, you aren’t upset with me, are you?” There was concern about his expression, and you felt guilty for a brief second.

“Of course not, Simeon!” Though your heart does skip a beat from the nickname he gave you. To ease his concerns, you show him a soft smile before looking back down at the work in front of you. Damn, if Luke wasn’t one spoiled angel. “Hey, Simeon?” You glance over to see the brown-haired angel also working on a section of the desk. “Are you any good at math?”

“Math? I get the general concept of it, yeah.” He answers after a few seconds of silent deliberating.

“Mm. Great.” You try to keep back the smirk from spreading on your lips. You needed to act cool, which was a difficult feat for you. “What do you know about forty-five degree angles?”

“Eh? Why? Are you going over angles in your math class?”

“Because you’re acute-y.” Hook, line and sinker. Not to toot your own horn, but you were feeling pretty confident in yourself.

“Wow.”

“I know. You’re speechless, though I don’t blame you.” You pull at your imaginary collar. “And there’s more where that came from.” You send a wink his way and the angel can’t help but to laugh.

“Color me impressed.” Simeon hums while you pass him the screwdriver. He stills when he notices you staring at him with an unwavering gaze. “What is it?” You lean forward, eyes narrowing as you keep your focus on him. Perplexed, he leans back slightly. “What--”

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I would be holding a galaxy.”

The angel looks genuinely flustered, red dusting his cheeks as he stares at you with wide eyes. “B-Back to work!” He finds himself tripping over his words when he can’t think of anything else to say in response.

This was a victory for you. The first of what would hopefully be many.

☼☼☼

You and Simeon stare at the white desk that’s occupying the corner of his dorm room, the two of you feeling a sense of pride at the accomplishment. It didn’t matter that the desk was uneven and slanted slightly to the left. It also didn’t matter that it looked like it might fall apart the second anything was placed on it; it was your child with the amount of sweat and tears the two of you poured into it. If Luke didn’t like it, then, well-- whatever. Honestly, it wasn’t really your problem anymore after today.

“Simeon?”

The blue eyed angel turns to look at you, a soft smile gracing his features and for a brief moment you felt as if the wind was knocked out of you. Sometimes you forgot just how beautiful the man was up close. “Yes, my little lamb?” You feel your eye twitch at just how fast you were losing control of the situation. You needed to work on not letting yourself get so flustered. Yeah right, you still couldn’t even face Levi.

“I have another question for you.”

“Oh? Ask away, my shooting star.” You feel your eyes widen as you furiously stare at the ground with a red face. Did this man know what he was doing to you? Probably.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Yeah, okay, maybe you were taking a gamble with asking an actual angel this, but what was the worst that could happen? You’re pretty confident in the fact that he won’t lecture you on the history of fallen angels like Lucifer had. Unlike the eldest brother, Simeon was pretty good at knowing when you were joking around. You look over when you don’t get an answer, only to see a horrified look on the angel’s face. “What--”

“My little lamb,” he leans in dangerously close and you find yourself backing away, worry etched into his face, “where did you hear that? Who told you I fell?”

“Wait, Simeon, what are you talking about?” You feel a cold sweat break out on your forehead as you attempt to avoid eye contact with him. “No one told me you fell.”

“Then how did you know?”

You completely still, feeling like you just opened some kind of Pandora's box. “W-What do you mean?” You feel gentle hands come down on your shoulders, spinning you around and nudging you out the front door of the dorm.

“Keep this secret between us, my love!” You couldn’t see the grin on his lips when he shut the door before you could get another word in. Simeon chuckles to himself, tucking a strand of brown hair behind his ear. His eyebrows raise when the door unlocks and opens, an unimpressed Solomon stepping inside. “You’re back early.” Simeon states, taking a few steps back so that the other could get inside.

“You’re wrong for that and you know it.”

“Whatever do you mean by that?” Simeon feigns innocence, a sweet smile on his lips as he makes his way back to his room.

“You think I didn’t hear that? You’re going to have them paranoid for the rest of their stay now. I think they actually thought you were being serious!” Solomon snorts as he slips out of his shoes, leaving them by the door. “You forget how literal they tend to take things.”

“That’s the fun part; they make it too easy.” He calls out from the other room.

Solomon just shakes his head and lets out a sigh. He’d probably have to be the one to clean the mess up.

#shall we date #obey me #shall we date obey me #simeon #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #simeon x mc #simeon x reader #simeon one shot #simeon drabble #simeon imagine #obey me one shot #shall we date one shot #obey me imagine #shall we date imagine #obey me x mc #drabbles #drabble #god the tags are my least favorite part lmao

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outoftimewriting · 4 years

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Imagine (inspired by the incomplete fanfic Son of Underworld) (2/5) (Son of Hades! Percy AU)

Check the other parts in the masterpost - read the warnings before proceeding. Good reading!!

After the worse summer, Percy goes home.

Luke's proposal keeps swimming in his head - the blonde is not wrong, but Percy has been scammed before - he remembers once that a "friend" convinced him to be a lookout for him to do something shady at the Dean's Office and then put the blame on him.

And he was blamed - Percy is black, and black kids are never the innocent ones - but now he knows better.

Being a child of the Underworld gods is not that different from being black.

Percy is comfortable with his skin though - his mother is incredible, and most people at Camp are mixed up. Charles is African-American. Selena's father is Muslim, and the Stoll's mother is Jewish (half the reason they are year-rounders). Clarisse's mom is from Nicaragua. Michael Yew has a Brazilian grandma with Japanese heritage.

He isn't friends with most of them - Charles is like a big brother to him and Michael Yew taught him how to shoot an arrow, but Clarisse is at most a good spar partner and nor the Stolls nor Silena care for his company very much.

Percy tells himself that he doesn't care.

He packs his bags - a blue and red backpack and a few surf shirts from the amusement park where he destroyed a pool and made the ground swallow mechanic spiders, both the Minotaurs horns, now fashioned into very cool knives, his Warhammer and his ax slung across his back. The only sweater he has, the one he came here with, the blue one, is warming him up to the chill of autumn.

Chiron asks him if he doesn't want to stay. He touches the willow standing in the furthest shore of the river, the one that marks the barrier of Camp Half-Blood. It used to be Thalia Grace, daughter of Poseidon.

Chiron looks to him with pity. He doesn't need to know that Percy is planning to murder Gabe Ugliano.

Percy goes to do that. He travels, by car. He has enough money - he has money appearing in his pockets all the time now, his father must be truly guilty.

Then he opens the door of his old apartment - but Gabe is not there, in the living room. There's just his mom, on the couch.

His mom

Alive

Percy cries, and they hug, and then they trade stories. She tells him she was asleep in Olympus, and Zeus gave her back when the bolt got to his hands.

He is less angry. But the heavy weight of indignation seats in his stomach.

There's no time for it now: Percy is going back to Yancy Academy - his grades were not bad - and Gabe is now a very charming statue for someone very rich (later, he will discover it was Persephone who bought it).

He tells her everything, safe in her arms, no shirt, no gloves. His mom can touch him everywhere - not even a cell in his body would attack her.

He is so touch starved he keeps sleeping in her bed for a week, and, at night, he cries. Percy has horrible nightmares - he is just twelve and he has killed.

He tells her about his meeting with his father in hushed whispers at an evening where the sky is blue and pink - just how he likes it.

Sally almost goes to the Underworld herself smack sense in her ex-lover, but she knows Persephone would do so for her.

Percy tells her about Luke - not about the Rebellion, lest any gods hear him, but about Luke and Alabaster and Ethan and those kids, alone in a Cabin of rejects.

She says she is going back to college - and that she'll do her best to go see him every weekend at Yancy.

He tells her about his powers. Sally doesn't like the risks but say he should start practicing for his own safety.

They cuddle and Percy clings to his anchor like a lifeline. Percy wants to go to the Underworld again sometime - more to play with Cerberus than to do anything else.

He takes the bus reluctantly - he offers to stay and go to public school, but he knows his chance lays at Yancy.

Percy study Math. He is in seventh grade now - the real Math is here, the financials and calculus and they keep putting him in "Gifted and Advanced" classes for it.

His English still sucks. Biology, for all that should be easy for him, its way too boring - he prefers dead bodies, thank you very much.

He excels at Math and Health&PE (which summer camp took care), passes with acceptable grades in World History, Geography and Social Studies (he nails a project about demographics with some really helpful ghosts), does badly in Science and fails tragically at English and Literature.

They call him a genius - and a genius has areas they specialize in. His grades in math are enough to push him to the eighth grade.

At weekends, when his mother can't come to see him, he locks his dorm and practices his shadow traveling and his powers over the earth and metal manipulation.

His shadow traveling is a mess - once he ends up in Ukraine, and panics trying to come back, just to end up in Wyoming. Again.

Thrice, he manages to reach the underworld. It's winter - Persephone is somewhere down there, but he doesn't want to see his father. He plays with Cerberus when he has some energy - the first two times he just cuddles up with the dog and sleeps a little.

The last time he goes to the Underworld, it's the last day before summer break - he still has not made any contact with his dad, he still doesn't know if he wants to join Luke, he still doesn't know if he wants to go back to CHB.

He goes back to his Mom's house with a hellhound puppy and makes kitten eyes until she lets it stays - if he trains and feeds him and whatnot.

He has dreams about Grover in a bride's dress. It freaks the hell out of him because there's a cyclops in it.

Percy is crossing the street with groceries when he sees a cyclops. He doesn't give the creature a chance to see him - he goes to his room and start packing - it's too dangerous for him, and he can't lose his Mom again.

He cuddles his Mom and the puppy - which he named Blackjack - and calls Chiron.

Chiron is sending Annabeth - apparently, something happened to the borders of the camp.

Percy decides to help, for Annabeth, for Grover, for the small kids at Cabin 9 and 11, and the newbies (there's one, Will Solace, who isn't even eleven yet and he has been there for a year).

He packs his colorful sweaters (rebelling, but in the opposite direction of his father’s aesthetic), put his puppy in a leash (it's bigger than a mastiff now, but all dogs are puppies) and wait for his best friend.

She meets him with an expression of someone who is announcing a funeral - Grover is lost in his searches for Pan.

Percy thinks the little tremor that shook his building it's a good enough hold in his powers, nothing is broken and no one is dead, so it's fine.

He hugs Annabeth and feels warm inside. Health classes covered changes in his body, but he didn't expect to be that quick. Annabeth is taller than him by at least five inches and much prettier.

He picks up his Warhammer and his ax (how does the mist occlude that? do everyone think he is doing cosplay?), throws a duffel bag in his shoulder, his loyal puppy beside him.

"Are you getting into the dark vibe, Corpse Breath?"

"Shut up Annie"

The camp is being attacked - they get a weird taxi thing, pay extra and are given three random locations in the mainland.

Percy doesn't forget the names. There's Agramonte, in Cuba; Okeechobee, in Florida; and Pic La Selle in Haiti.

CHB is being attacked when they get there - by bronze bulls no less. Percy goes to battle with a weapon in each hand, like a war god.

Clarisse does way more damage than him, bashing bull metal skulls left and right like a master. But he kills one of five and does damage to other two.

She claps him in the back - he is glad he has a sweater on, even if it is a horrible shade of brilliant orange.

Charles and him take the weapons to the Forge to correct any damage. Charles hugs him and then starts gushing about Silena.

Charles and Annabeth takes him to see the new Camp Director.

It's Tantalus.

Percy laughs so hard he almost falls down, and Dionysus looks bored - but Percy isn't dumb, he sees mirth in his eyes.

He wants so badly to do a smart comment. He wants to see if his powers can rip a ghost that his father reinstated. He wants to taunt Tantalus.

"What are you laughing about, metic?"

"Nothing, you remind me of someone."

But Percy fends off other questions, and sits at the Cabin 11 table obediently. He wants to startle that man so badly he won't ever sneer at Percy anymore.

He knows just the people for the job. They aren't in any way close, but they all up for mischief. His opportunity comes with the chariot race announced - Percy corners the Stoll Brothers.

"Let me race with you" He starts, and they look surprised by any emotion coming from him in their direction (Percy smiles were reserved for Annie and Grover and Luke and Alabaster and Ethan).

"I want to startle Tantalus and you want victory - I can give you any chariot, if you let me swarm the whole road with skeletons"

The Stolls look at one another, and mentally say something, before doing a random coin toss.

"I'm racing with you" Says Connor.

They mark a time to see the chariot in the next day. They take the whole Cabin 11 with them to prevent attention - Percy is not letting this game go.

Percy gets a chariot directly from the underworld, black obsidian (not Stygian iron, way too rare) and silver, with blue gems that glisten under the sun, a Helm with wings marking its front.

There are four horses pushing it - skeletal horses, incapable of feeling pain or thirst.

It's the first time Percy feels like he belongs - this is a competition, and he is going to win.

Connor and Travis have an array of contraptions and grenades and smoke bombs.

They arrive at the start line at last, for maximum impact. No one is expecting this - they're waiting for Hermes' old chariot, a rickety thing that should be scrap years ago, with any Pegasi they managed to gather in the stables.

They forgot something: Percy exists. It's normal, and Percy it's okay with it in this instance.

The Stymphalian Birds appear - and are countered by his skeletons hitting their spears and swords on their shields. None of them hit him, and the Cabin 11 arrives at first followed by a disgruntled Clarisse after she fought at least 20 skeletons.

Tantalus tries. He really tries to accuse Percy of cheating, but it's pointed out - with approval of Dionysus to boot - that the Demeter kids used their vines to place third and Pollux and Castor did the same to get the fifth spot - just behind the giant contraption that was the Hephaestus chariot.

Clarisse is not happy with the second spot and the silver laurels, but she claps him in the back anyway - Ares is the god of war, not bad sportsmanship.

The Hermes Cabin is in euphoria - Apollo, who placed last, after Aphrodite since they unleashed a dozen doves with a sleeping potion in their faces, it's doing all of the Cabin 11 chores for a month - and they are having a feast of the gods.

Just that night, Percy sacrifices a big pomegranate for Hades and one for Persephone - forgiveness, can you imagine?

He sacrifices to Hermes, as always, for taking the small kids. He sees the joy in their faces - and while Percy is a person reserved to his friends and now he is mostly stoic Perseus, son of Hades, forge gremlin, he always hugs the kids that have nightmares.

It's not what he wanted - it's weird to be touched. It's weirder to have someone want to be next to him. Percy is a cactus, he is prickly. He never smiles. He misses his mom - she would know what to do.

But the little kids trust him. Lou Ellen is unclaimed since the ending of last summer - Percy doesn't know if she has someone to return to.

Those kids at Cabin 11 deserve more then a couple of teens taking care of them. Those kids deserve better, they all deserve better.

There are seven-year-old children there. They barely know how to read. Percy teaches - Annabeth teaches history and myths and Greek, but is he who takes on math to the younger ones, the ones who barely know how to multiply.

He considers staying year-round. They all had Chiron - but it isn't enough. It isn't a family. It isn't. Percy is not their family either - he doesn't overestimate himself - but at least he cares. Not because of their godly blood, but because they are children.

He still hates touch. He is never without his sweaters and gloves. He never smiles at anyone that isn't Annie or Grover or Luke or Alabaster or Ethan.

These days, he only has Annie.

He misses Luke, and he wants to scoop all of these children and take them with him to Kronos, away from the gods. But for what? Another master to fight for?

Was Luke the one who poisoned Thalia? Would he do the same to Percy if Percy denied him?

A mission is issued to go after Golden Fleece - it's in the same place Grover is, it's what Annie and Percy agree on.

Percy is a calculating boy. He deals in numbers, in measures. He is completely oblivious when it comes to feelings and anything that's more subjective than an equation.

But she thinks he likes them. Her and Grover, and those little kids that follow him around sometimes.

She likes the way her yellow hair contrasts with his dark skin, the way his curls flop in his forehead. She likes the specks of green in his eyes. He is her best friend. It's not the love she has for Luke, but it's something akin to admiration.

Percy and Connor are chosen to go on the mission - and Tantalus tries and bullshits some reason for them to go alone, but Percy shakes his head.

"The oracle said, three people"

He is bullshitting them. Tantalus makes him take Clarisse, and Annabeth stays behind.

"I doubt you can get in the sea of monsters without crossing water, eromenoi"

Perseus laughs and laughs, and his eyes are dark as the night without moon. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his soft blue hoodie, and motions for Connor and Clarisse to follow.

Before he leaves, he kisses her cheek softly. It's going to be okay. He will bring Grover back.

He shadow travels the three on them for the closest location the Grey Sisters gave him. It’s difficult, even with a hellhound. He aims for Okeechobee and lands in Miami.

Percy needs to sleep for at least a day, so they use the time to reach their destiny by car. Connor is a very adept child of Hermes, and soon they’re on the road in a red old pickup.

“So Corpse Breath is the hammer, and you’re the polishing stone? Fitting” snorts Clarisse, and just like that, they are bonding.

Percy expects them to trade shitty childhood stories and stupid hobbies or badmouth their deadbeat godly parents, but that was another trip, with very different people.

Clarisse La Rue is sixteen. Her favorite weapon is a javelin or a spear, but she will always prefer hand to hand combat. She loves Led Zeppelin and thinks Silena’s white hijab is the cutest thing in the world. She speaks Spanish - a relief because Percy barely speaks English.

Connor Stoll is fifteen. He prefers gas bombs to grenades - and he does a mean Molotov. He did graffiti until he was twelve. He thinks the Gardner Sisters from the Demeter Cabin are both cute - but Pollux got hot during the winter.

That’s how Percy discovers bisexuality - in a stolen car with a giant hellhound, a girl who has arms larger than his thighs and drives like a grandma and a boy who is two seconds away from spontaneous combustion.

He thinks that explains Luke and Annabeth - but he doesn’t voice it.

Percy doesn’t smile to them for a long time - he knows not even muscular spasms are free of charge.

He stays stoic until they stop to sleep - and Connor has wings in the back of his underwear and its the most ridiculous thing ever.

They reach the city and wander. They do encounter someone - Hecate herself.

She says to Percy it is her last favor - and he knows she already left for Kronos. Luke’s drachma burns in his pocket. She opens a wall of stone - a passageway the Huntresses use sometimes.

“My son waits for you” his quest mates pretend not to hear it - and he pretends nothing is happening. At least Alabaster is okay.

They walk across the cave for what it feels like a day. He is almost sure Hecate has plans to kill them when they find the exit: In an island spa.

A girl comes and analyze them. She looks at them with a kind smile - but Percy knows smiles have prices.

They go meet with the owner: C.C. He doesn't recognize her, but Connor takes one look at those weird guinea pigs and tap Percy's hand twice.

It's a code: Danger.

They are patient. Clarisse is looking at the flimsy girls with their togas and golden braids - she is not going with them.

C.C. Apparently accepts that Clarisse is "more male than a female" like gender is something defined by dresses and makeup.

As soon as the girls are out of the room, Percy taps Clarisse's hand, and she runs her spear through C.C.'s belly. The woman bleeds ichor - but disappears in a cloud of golden sand.

They go through her things for money while Connor explains that he learned about her from Charles. Charles's first mission almost ended up with him as a guinea pig. At least now they know they are in the right place.

Percy takes all her money and their weapons back. He straps as many knives he can throw in his pants and belt: One can never have enough weapons.

They find some hoods and sneak out to the boats on the beach. Connor steals again. Percy hates water: But the Sea of Monsters is beyond Poseidon's direct control, and Percy is going to hole himself up until they get to the next island.

He vomits. He is so seasick, it's not even funny. He hates boats. He hates large bodies of water. Anything bigger than a pool, and he is out.

Clarisse thinks it's funny. She laughs at him - and weirdly, he smiles back a little. The daughter of Ares plays with Blackjack, and they bond.

They are not friends - but they would kill for each other. They find it weird they had no godly intervention from Olympus - but then, Percy remembers he is just a son of Hades, and the Olympians hate him.

He burns food to Hecate. He doesn't burn food to Hermes, who appears in everyone else's quests, but avoid his own son's.

None of them has enough hubris to try and listen to the sirens. Clarisse's fatal flaw is bloodlust and Connor's is arrogance - the idea he can do anything, steal anything, and he'll never be punished.

They don't hear anything. Their next stop is the Isle of Polyphemus.

This time around, Connor is Nobody, Clarisse sneaks under a sheep to save Grover, and Percy gets the Fleece. They try to escape through a passageway that Percy's powers say lead to Haiti, but the cyclops colapses it with a boulder.

Percy hates cyclops.

They shadowtravel. Percy isn't any better at it, and with Grover tagging along, it's pretty obvious what happens, even if he is wearing the Golden Fleece like a giant blanket of strenght.

They end up in Wyoming. Percy sleeps for a week: he is starting to flick, like a ghost, and the magical sheep skin can only help so much. In this week, apparently, they meet the Party Ponies.

Chiron takes Percy in his back to CHB with the Fleece, but his friends stay behind because the centaurs won't let them mount, and they can't keep up on feet.

Clarisse, Connor and Grover meet Luke, Ethan and Alabaster in their way to an airport. It goes badly, but no one dies. They tell him Ethan only has one eye now, and that Luke looks tired and mad.

Percy thinks joining Kronos might be a bad idea. But then, he goes back to Camp, save the tree, and things don't change. The kids are still kids, alone and sad.

Will Solace was claimed. He says he misses Cabin 11, and some of his brothers don't want him to talk to Percy anymore.

It hurts. They try and keep contact for the following week, but peer pressure pushes Will away. Percy doesn't blame him.

The tree spits Thalia, daughter of Poseidon. She has black hair with green accents, green eyes, uses heavy makeup, and looks like a "Hades spawn" should look.

Percy likes her. He has no need for being the leader, and he has Annie and Grover (and Luke, and Alabaster, and Ethan, he thinks). Annie and Luke love her, so she must be amazing. He tries.

Thalia doesn't like him. She hates Hades, the one who killed her. She doesn't trust him or the fact that he never touches anyone.

Perseus tells himself he doesn't care. And suddenly, Thalia goes from "could be a good friend" to "better stay away".

The Camp celebrates Thalia. He is the hero, he brought the Fleece back, he is also a child of the Big Three. But they hate him, just like the kids in school hate him for his skin colour.

Annie has no time for him. Grover goes back to his search. He doesn't think he is going to join Kronos, but the drachma is still in his pocket.

He goes back to his mother, and then, to Yancy.

This summer, he was the hero. But no matter what, he was still the son of Hades.

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Dirty Water

Benny 'Borracho' Magalon x Robyn Banks (Black!OC)

Summary: Robb met a couple of shady characters calling themselves cops. Well it just so happens they are, and they're worse than she first thought.

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Word count: 2.5k words

Rating/Warning(s): +16 Mature | kidnapping, mild torture, tied up, wanna be clear: IRL I do not condone hooking up with a person who kidnapped you or was complicit in kidnapping you, it just don't work out like that in reality

AN: so basically I'm gonna write and post this in whatever order I please, then go back and figure it out later. Since my brain has jumped back on the Pascal bandwagon, it's hard to focus outside of his body of work but I'm still coming back to this story with relative ease.

Just when she'd started to warm up again, a another shower of ice cold mop water was pitched over her head. Robyn sputtered and coughed, trying not to swallow the suds in her mouth or let them see her cry to keep the dirt out of her eyes. From the shadows that danced beyond her eyelids, she could tell the alleged cop who called himself Nick was crouching in front of her.

"Last chance, sweetheart," the dirty cop said. "Tell me how you know Tony D'Onofrio."

Fuck.

Seven years ago, two federal agents walked in on officer Robyn Banks being sentenced to traffic duty. She didn't mind– she was fed up with the secrets her colleagues were forcing her to keep anyways. Maybe stepping down could help her clear her head, maybe give her time to compartmentalize those events and feelings. Only now could she say that the rest of her career was already out of her hands.

"Those agents on that file? They approached me about D'Onofrio. Said he was my moby dick. Made a big deal about 'justice' and 'law and order' and 'the sanctity of the badge." Robyn spit more mop water onto the floor and continued, "I told them I didn't know what the fuck it had to do with me and they just sorta looked at each other."

The blond man– Nick called him Z, she thinks– crossed his arms. "Quit jerkin us around, Banks, get to the fucking point."

Nick held up a hand. "Easy, tiger. I asked for a story and that's what I'm hearing. Keep going, Robbie."

Robyn scowled on the inside. "They told me he was my father. More like a sperm donor than anything, he probably didn't even know I was alive."

"Now that is interesting," Nick purred.

He cut the zip tie binding her arm to the rolly chair and handed her a towelette to wipe her eyes. She dared not reach for the tie on her other arm, lest her captors think she's pulling a move to escape. Instead she dabbed the sweat and mop water that soaked into the skin of her neck and face to pause and think about her next words.

"That was the basis of the deal. I join their investigation undercover, see if I can get somewhere with my connection, and help them put one of the biggest crime bosses on this side of the coast away for good. In exchange, I get to call the shots, they'd put in a good word with my CO and elevate me to detective status instead of beat cop."

"Thought you liked being a beat cop," the one in the silk flamingo shirt said.

"Apparently nobody believes that."

"So," Nick steepled his fingers beneath his aquiline nose in thought, "your end of the deal wasn't even your idea? How does that work?"

"Sounds like she got something else out of it," the bald man in the white polo accused.

Robyn glared at him, but she didn't contradict him. If she wanted to be listened to, she needed to stay calm. Stay calm, stay alive. Go home with the minimal amount of PTSD.

"Do you want me to tell you what happened or not?" When nobody raised any more objections, she continued. "I agreed to their terms. Next I know, I'm climbing the criminal ladder, dropping bread crumbs about my parentage, two years goes by, yada yada yada, and then bam. I have a meeting with the heir apparent to the Italian mafia.

"At that meeting I told Tony D'Onofrio he knew my mother and that I knew they had been dating around the time I was born–"

"Conceived–"

"Yeah that– he stared at me for so long I forgot how to breathe and then… he… believed me."

A pin dropped somewhere in the empty parking garage. A dog barked wildly a mile away but could still be heard in the silence that followed. Robyn still couldn't believe he'd bought it either.

"He just… believed you," Nick said skeptically.

Robyn could do nothing but shrug. "I never got the details, I couldn't ask my mom about it and Tony never gave me any indication that he knew about me before that meeting. He just asked me what I wanted and did it."

Nick dragged his eyes over her form, shivering and glistening, and then-- "what did you ask him?"

Robyn felt her eyes gloss over as she tried to remember what mysterious force compelled her to say the exact right words. "I told him all I wanted was for him to know, to see him with my own eyes and know he was real. I said I didn't need any favors or special treatment. I just needed some closure."

That was all. And the agents had been fucking furious with her. They had accused her of using them, of being a traitor and a spy for D'Onofrio or a mastermind cat-woman type villain and all manner of other terrible things. They were ready to pull the plug on the whole operation when Tony had offered her a better job. A job where she would come face- to- face with every schmoe on Tony's payroll.

"Tony offered me a job 'running errands.' Not quite in his inner circle but higher in his ranks than I had any business being," Robyn said. "Most of the people doing these jobs were kids, easy to get around the city undetected and reliable. Now he knew I wasn't a kid but I guess he wanted to see more from me, put his best eyes on me to see if I was legit."

Nick nodded and stood up (his knees popping like broken branches). He walked over to Murphy in the flamingo shirt and passed a few inaudible words between them. Robyn wasn't skilled in the art of lip reading, and failed to catch anything from Murphy except the word 'pointless.' It rubbed her the wrong way, sending a spark of fear through her that quickly dulled back into the numbness of being helplessly bound to a chair. She needed to finish this soon before she completely cracked.

Nick returned to her side, chasing some pepto bismol with a flask of what smelled like tequila in it. "That's a very sweet story, Robbie, really it is. But… what I wanna know is why you're not in this file."

"That's not what you asked me," she griped, then backpedaled into, "I'm trying to tell you why I'm not in the file. But in order to tell you that, I have to tell you what was left out of the file first. I'm getting to the point, I just… there's a lot of shit to sift through."

Nick nodded like a patient father (yeah, right). "Just the good parts then."

"Yeah," she nodded quickly, "just the good parts..."

"The good parts, uhm. Well he did learn to trust me. I barely had to do anything just… let him try to kindle a relationship between us. I started calling him dad at his request, nobody bothered me or questioned me after that and I didn't abuse it, expect on the downlow giving info to the feds. He liked that about me– he liked me. We'd talk about my mom and he'd let his guard slip, started taking me to his meetings and asking me to deliver his important paperwork."

"I let him think I was with him and documented everything I could for six more years." In truth, she had had some doubts. About putting him away and the vacuum of power it would create, about the dichotomy of good versus evil, about her career. In that last year, she had actually warmed to the idea of becoming a detective and getting to do work with her own moral backbone and not someone else's. "We made the arrest January 19th and put him away for a dime."

Nick leaned so far forward in his chair Rob had to lean back. "This is the part where you wrap it up, sweetcheeks."

Robyn gulped. "Gomer and Valentine pushed me out. They'd been acting really strange at the end, wearing these shit eating grins and looking at each other, and then they iced me out. Had me fired on the grounds that I was too close to the perp, used a fucking Christmas photo for evidence. There went the Italian mob's heir and seven years of hardwork, and I wouldn't even be mentioned by name in the case file. No testimony, no credit, just a dishonorable discharge and dumped on my ass in the streets."

"Wow." Nick rubbed a hand down his face like he was the exhausted one. "That's quite the story, princess."

He looked at each of his mates, every face stonier than the last. Especially the silent one's, the latino guy. Then he looked back at Robyn and smiled with a lot of teeth.

"I do have some questions though, if you'll let me." Sure like I have a choice. "Now it wasn't public knowledge you were in on the investigation, but I find it hard to believe your dad's lackeys didn't know it was you who turned him in. And what I find even harder to believe is that they'd let you live for it."

Robyn said nothing. There was a part of her that didn't quite grasp it either. When she had arrested him, when she'd slapped the cuffs on him herself and read him his Miranda rights, after the shock of her betrayal wore off, Tony had congratulated her.

"I'm proud of you, kid. You may be a narc but at least you got your head straight. You got guts, kid."

As far as she understood it, his last order as the leader of the mafia was not to harm her in any way. Nobody bothered her. They still knew her face on the streets, sent glares her way but never touched her. One of his underlings had come to her place and suggested she skip town permanently just to be safe. It was not a courtesy she ever expected from anyone let alone a man with a reputation for high profile robbery and murder.

She didn't know what to expect. "I guess he really did love me." And Nick left it at that.

Robyn was unbound, blindfolded, and dumped right back onto the street those so called cops had snatched her from. Her legs shook as she walked the last block to her place, utterly miserable and in desperate need of some sleep. Maybe tomorrow she could figure out what the fuck her life had come to. She showered (and cried) and picked up the half drunk beer from her fridge and brought it out on her front steps, taking a sip of the flat beverage and wishing it was something stronger.

People passed below her on the streets, never once looking up. The traffic never disappeared but it did lull this time of night. She didn't mean to– barely noticed she was doing it– but she found a pack of cigarettes in her overcoat and lit one up.

"Next time," she promised herself. I'll try to quit next time.

Just as she was beginning to ease the tension that had been weighing on her all night, a man climbed the steps to her building and pointedly slowed down to a stop a few feet away from her. She chanced a glare at him and found him no stranger which was somehow infinitely worse.

"Fuck off," her nerves got the better of her, "I told you everything, can't I at least get some sleep first?!"

The man lifted his hands in defense, carrying a bottle in a brown bag in one of them. He was, well, he was the handsome one. The Cuban with the neck tattoo and broad shoulders. His eyes seemed a lot softer now Despite the dark setting.

"Swear on my life, I'm not here for Nick." He took a single step up, waiting to see how she'd react, and when she didn't run, he took another and set the covered bottle down next to her before backing off. Still skeptical, Robyn carefully unwrapped the thing, revealing an expensive looking wine label. Dark red. "It's an apology," he explained with his hands in his pockets, "Nick thinks he's this big, clever actor but he can be a real bully when he drinks."

Robyn gave him the 'do I look like an idiot' eyebrow and he had the decency to look at his feet. "We could really use your help with this, Banks. Nick forgot to mention the part where Tony was put on parole for good behavior. He'll be out tomorrow."

"He what." That's just the thing isn't it? The case that ended her career permanently and he just got to walk off after only serving two years of his sentence. That was the real crime here. Robyn gritted her teeth, gripped the neck of the bottle and squeezed. She started shaking it like it was her criminal father, or the weasel federal agents who took her credit, or the dirty cops who kidnapped her tonight.

Borracho looked concerned. "Do you need a corkscrew or– "

Robyn shrugged off her jacket and looked him dead in the eye as she wrapped it around the base of the bottle and gently banged it on the porch step until the cork exploded into the air (along with a third of the bottle's contents but whatever). Borracho raised a hand to protect his face from the spray, and turned away to hide a silly grin.

"Nevermind," he said, shaking the excess drink off his hand. "Listen, if he calls you about anything, please let us know."

He pointed to the bag, which had a phone number on it. "Don't let your work be in vain."

"You try that line on everybody?" Rob was feeling a little facetious in the face of mercy, over tired from the revelations, and pissed off by these fucking pigs. "Your good cop, bad cop routine needs some balance. Did you know I was kidnapped today? Now this wine is a start but you'd better step it up, good cop."

He started to walk away but she called out, "I got Nick, Z, and Murphy. Clocked 'Gus' by the name written on his underwear. Which one are you?"

"Benny," he threw back, and disappeared into the nighttime traffic.

"Benny," Rob scoffed. "Cute ass."

Robb drank the equivalent of two glasses, then passed out from exhaustion. She slept dreamlessly and tried to forget last night had ever happened. Benny, in the meantime, returned to the office where his crew was huddled around a phone receiver.

"Don't appreciate you throwing me under the bus, B," Nick growled from his seat.

"Shup up and drink this," Benny pushed the glass of raw eggs closer to his boss' hand, a so called 'hangover cure'. Nick shrunk back a little.

"Told you she'd be sweet on him," Z elbowed Murphy in the ribs and ignored his protesting 'um actually I said that.'

"Wouldn't call her sweet," Benny said, grunting as he took up residence at his own desk. "She looked like a feral cat."

Nick laughed. "Yeah well don't go getting mixed up with that pussy, B, we've got work to do."

It was gonna be another long night for everybody.

#three bees writing #god it's been so long #i don't know what to call this series #benny borracho #benny borracho x oc

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smallheathgangsters · 4 years

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Business Deal (Part One)

Header made by the amazing @flowers-in-your-hayr 🌻

A/N: This one took so long to write, please forgive me! Although I don’t know if I like it or not. :( Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading it! Also, sorry for my English in advance. And like I always mention, feedback is very much appreciated!! 🥰

Request: “Hi!! I'm excited to see what you're going to post :D can I request 26 with Tommy please ? (With the reader asking the question)” by Anon

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2699

Tag List: @captivatedbycillianmurphy

Type: slow burn

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“You know it would be better for everyone that way!” your father exclaimed frustrated, trying to make you understand his point. You were fuming with anger. Your father just would not treat you like a woman with a life and a will of her own.

“It would be better for you!” you shouted back at him. “Not for me! You don’t even care about my opinion and what I want!”

“Your mother agrees with me! Why won’t you see it?”

You scoffed. “Of course, mother …”

“Yes, your mother! She–“

“She only agrees with you because she herself was the daughter of a gangster and married into a new gangster family because of business she too, cared about,” you said angrily, cutting him off.

Your father grabbed a bottle of whiskey off his desk and poured himself a glass. “Why don’t you care about our business?”

“I didn’t choose to be born into a violent, manipulating family with so much blood on their hands!” you yelled, your body trembling with rage.

“Oh yeah?” your father said, raising his eyebrows daringly. “So much blood? You really do believe everything you hear on the streets about your own family.”

“So, you weren’t out burying a dead body when you missed supper yesterday evening?” you countered, raising your eyebrows as well. Your father just sighed, as if he were defeated and took a sip from his glass.

“The business with the Shelby’s has nothing to do with violence or killings or any sort of violent behaviour, as you would call it,” he said.

“Then what does it have to do with?” you asked, folding your arms in front of your body.

Your father cleared his throat and looked up from the drink in his hands. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with our business?”

“I do prefer knowing why you want me to get to know Mr. Shelby,” you answered. “And in what way that would help you with your business with the Peaky Blinders.”

“Why is it so hard for you to do your father a favour? To do your whole family a favour?” he questioned, slowly losing his patience with your stubborn demeanour. “I mean … in the end you’re profiting from the business we are doing.”

You had feared him using that exact argument against you. You knew you were living a rather high-standard lifestyle and it would be wrong for you to deny the fact that you weren’t happy about it. It wasn’t that you were spoilt, but you were happy that you didn’t have to be living in the slums of Birmingham, having gone to school with quite a few kids from the not-so-lovely area of the city and hearing their stories and their hopes of being able to move out of it when they were older.

And then there was Mozart. A stunning, absolutely elegant stallion your father had bought you on your eighteenth birthday. He was your one true love, your most prized possession, you knew you would never give away. But you always had to remind yourself that the only way your father had been able to afford such a beauty was because of the shady business he was involved in. After all, you had accepted the present.

You ground your teeth together, not knowing what to reply to your father’s statement.

“So …” your father mumbled, putting down the glass on the table and slowly walking towards you, “why don’t I invite Mr. Shelby over for a drink and you two can exchange a few words.”

He grabbed you by the shoulders carefully and made you look up into his eyes. “Y/N … I think very highly of Mr. Shelby. I would never make you be with a man that isn’t a hundred percent worthy of you.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to keep yourself from saying something your father would not appreciate. It wasn’t that you hated him. And you knew, he would never try to harm you in any way. As a matter of fact, the way Mozart was your most prized possession, your father had always made it very clear to everyone that you were his.

“I love you,” your father whispered to you and pulled you into a hug. “Please just get to know him. Maybe he’ll be able to change your mind himself.”

You gulped and nodded into your father’s embrace. “Okay.”

***

You were leaning against the large wooden door and tried to listen to the voices talking to each other behind it. Your father had invited Thomas Shelby over just a day after your heated conversation and now they were sitting in his office, discussing business, as usual. You were instructed to wait in the large sitting room next to your father’s office until he was finished with his meeting. But you couldn’t contain your curiosity for the content of their business, especially since your father had told you it had nothing to do with violence. Maybe whiskey? Or horses? Unfortunately, you weren’t able to make out the words they were saying and when you suddenly heard the legs of the chairs in the office being scraped over the floor, you knew their conversation had come to an end. You immediately panicked, not wanting them to find you eavesdropping on them, pushed yourself away from the door and hurried back to the sitting room you were supposed to be waiting in.

You heard their footsteps approach the doorframe of the sitting room. “Mr. Shelby, I’d love to introduce you to my daughter, Y/N,” you heard your father say. “Considering the future of our business deal, I assume that it would only makes sense for you to get to know each other.”

You didn’t hear Thomas Shelby give my father an answer, but when you saw the two men enter the room, you knew he had agreed on his proposition.

You rose to your feet and put on a fake smile. “Mr. Shelby!” you exclaimed almost too excited. “How lovely to meet you!”

“Miss Y/L/N …” the man murmured, sounding rather bored. In the first moment of your encounter you had tried to avoid his gaze but when you caught a glimpse of those beautiful, icy blue eyes, you had trouble looking away. It was as though they were hypnotising you.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Shelby? I have something I need to finish up in my office. I’ll be with you as soon as possible,” your father said to the handsome man in the grey suit and left.

You gave Thomas Shelby a smile and pointed at the sofa opposite the armchair you had been sitting in before the men had arrived. He nodded and sat down, leaning back.

“Can I pour you a drink, Mr. Shelby?” you offered, walking over to the chest of drawers, that had bottles of different kinds of dark liquor on it.

“Thomas.”

“Excuse me?”

“Please, call me Thomas,” he repeated. You smiled at him and nodded. “I’m Y/N.”

You grabbed two glasses and set them next to each other on the polished surface. “So …?”

“Whiskey, please,” he answered, clearing his throat.

“Scotch or Irish?”

“Irish.”

You pulled the cork of the Irish whiskey and poured some of the content in the glasses. Then you picked both of them up and walked over to Thomas, handing him his drink. “I see, business is going well?”

He brought the glass up to his lips. “I enjoy doing business with your father, he’s a very honest man.”

You nodded slowly, sitting back down in your armchair. Even though you were usually quite good at being able to tell what people wanted, the Shelby seemed to be a very secretive man with an extraordinary handsome poker face. “And I hope you are too, Thomas. I don’t want to see my father being betrayed.”

He chuckled weakly. “Do I look like I would betray your family?”

“I don’t judge a book by its cover,” you told him, locking your eyes with his. “So, I do hope your heart isn’t as cold as the expression on your face.”

Your statement seemed to make him think. He didn’t break the connection your eyes had for another few seconds. Then he leaned back and sighed. “I myself hope that there is still more in my heart than coldness, Y/N.”

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and offered you a smoke by holding out the pack in your direction. You denied politely.

“I believe you are a smart man, Thomas,” you stated while Thomas put a cigarette between his lips and lit it. He exhaled the smoke slowly and cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah? And why is that?”

“I believe my father has expressed a particular wish … or should we say a particular hope towards you? One that possibly includes me?” you said and took a sip from the alcohol.

Thomas licked his lips and leaned forward. “Your father and I solely discussed business, nothing of your concern. But you may be correct with the assumption of me being a smart man.”

You slightly tilted your head to the side, waiting for Thomas to continue speaking. Although you were a confident woman, something about him made you feel uneasy, not sure if he was doing it on purpose or if that just belonged to his character.

“I can tell that there wasn’t an agreement between you and your father,” Thomas said, taking another drag from his smoke.

You scoffed. “Look. I’ll be honest with you. I have absolutely no interest in getting to know you or even dating you.”

Thomas didn’t comment on what you just said. He just kept on smoking his cigarette lazily.

“I also have no interest in my father’s businesses, and I don’t care about your deal with him.”

You paused again, trying to make out the expression on Thomas’ face. “But what I do care about is my relationship with my father and my stallion. And I’m sure you care about your business deal with my father, as we both know he is a very powerful man.”

You brought the whiskey back up to your lips. “So that being said and for the sake of your deal and my horse, please just pretend to be my boyfriend. I know we can agree that this will only have positive effects on either of our sides of this matter.”

You put the glass down on the coffee table between the sofa and the armchair and crossed your legs, waiting for a response.

What you didn’t expect was to see him smile. It almost looked as if he was laughing at you. “Pretend to be your boyfriend?”

“Yes, especially since neither of us fancies the other, this shouldn’t be a complicated task,” you said. “And of course, this agreement will automatically end when the business between you and my father is finished.”

Thomas looked at you in amusement. Then he cleared his throat and put out his cigarette in the ash tray on the table. “How bold of you to assume that I wasn’t interested in you.”

“There is no reason for me to believe otherwise,” you explained. It hadn’t originally been your plan to propose a fake relationship, but when the thought crossed your mind, you immediately knew it was the easiest and most logical solution to your problem. “We don’t know each other,” you continued, “and I’m more than convinced that we’re too different to ever have interest in each other.”

Thomas hummed in response. You didn’t know if that was a yes or a no. The expression had gone back to the emotionless stare that was impossible to assess. A deep sigh escaped your body and you leaned forward, grabbing your drink once again.

“What makes you think that we’re so different?” Thomas questioned.

You held back another sigh. You really didn’t want to talk to this stranger of a man about what you wanted in life and how you felt about your father’s business. But because it had been you who had suggested faking a relationship, you knew you couldn’t back out.

“One day, I’d love to have kids, Thomas,” you said. “And all I want for them is to grow up in a safe environment without gangs and corruption and violence. The only way I can ever offer them that is by marrying a man that has absolutely nothing to do with the business my dad is involved in. A nice, simple and caring man with a normal job.”

You paused and then added, “And morals.”

Thomas breathed in loudly, placing another cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took his time until he finally spoke. “You’re very naïve, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry?”

His comment offended you, making your eyebrows furrow.

“Do you really believe you will ever not be associated with the relations and businesses your father has?” Thomas asked, looking at you intensely. “This lifestyle will follow you on every step you take in your life, you can never escape it. The only thing you can do is try to cope with it in a way that is right for you.”

You felt the pace of your heartbeat speed up with every word Thomas said, hating him for what he told you but deep down knowing he was right. Especially since you loved your family very much, despite your father’s work.

Thomas noticed you thinking about what he said. “You know I’m speaking the truth, Y/N.”

You ground your teeth together, avoiding his piercing gaze. You shot up to your feet, walking over to the chest of drawers. “I need another drink.”

Before you turned your back to Thomas, you could see him roll his eyes and then massage the bridge of his nose. “You don’t need a drink, you need common sense.”

“Common sense?” you hissed, spinning back around. “Do you know who you’re talking to, Thomas?”

“I do,” he answered. “And you’re still the one wanting me to pretend to be your boyfriend.”

You let out a sound of frustration, picking up the bottle of whiskey and walking back to the armchair to fill up your glass. This time you poured in twice as much.

“Fine.”

You watched Thomas’ corners of his mouth dance. It seemed as if you were amusing him with your attitude instead of promoting a serious talk between two responsible adults.

“Is something funny about our conversation?” you asked him angrily.

He shook his head. “No, but I’d like to propose a deal.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Of course, what did I expect from a gangster.”

“Would it be possible for me to take you on a date before I agree on taking part in this fabricated relationship?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “A date …?”

“Is that a no?” he said, raising his eyebrows and making you blush unexpectedly. You disliked it when people made your confident appearance crumble.

“Are you trying to make me like you?” you challenged him.

Thomas took a drag of his cigarette. “Am I making you insecure?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his remark. He really knew how to push your buttons. Although you weren’t able to say if in a good or bad way.

“Okay,” you finally said, smiling, as if you were defeated.

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I’ll let you take me on a date.”

Thomas gave you a quick smile. “Maybe, Y/N … maybe we won’t have to pretend in the end. Let me get to know you and let yourself get to know me.”

You nodded, still smiling at him. In that exact moment your father burst into the room, excusing himself for being absent for so long. “Something came up, please forgive me.”

Thomas put out his cigarette and stood up, turning to my father. “That’s all right, Mr. Y/L/N. Your daughter was very pleasant company.”

“I’m glad you two get along,” your father said, “That means there’s nothing standing in the way of our deal.”

Thomas chuckled and threw a glace over his shoulder towards you, making your cheeks get heated once again. “Not a thing.”

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herb-whump · 3 years

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Summer Job

I'm dying its 2 am god help me

Taglist: @albino-whumpee @torture-as-lovely-as-you

Let me know if you want to be tagged in other stories than Don't get far away Precious or not cause i do not know shit about taglists

CW/ manipulation and abuse mentions and threats, slight rape mention

Mikołaj went to sleep finally, squeezing himself next to the mattress on the hard floor. It wasn't pleasant, and he always woke up a little cranky afterward.

- Honey. - A familiar voice woke him up for good. It was his mom, softly smiling at him - I made breakfast... it's not much but you still gotta eat something.

- Okay... - Mikołaj sighed, blushing a bit. His mom still treated him like a little boy sometimes.

He sat down at the table next to his little brother. There wasn't much for breakfast. Some buns bought on the end of the day sale, with cheese and tomatoes, and cheap black tea to drink. Mikołaj looked down at the cup, the water was muddy, it wasn't of the best quality around these parts of the city.

- thank you, mom... For the breakfast - he smiled a little and the woman nodded. - I have to go to work soon so I probably won't eat a lot.

- But it's Sunday, I thought you would stay home today. - Magda frowned - You already work too hard during the week. You should get some rest.

- I was hoping we would go hang out today...! - his brother pouted, not happy.

- Mom, Tymek, I have to, and it's not a big job either. I will try to be back sooner today, I promise.

Magda wouldn't push her son anymore to stay, so she just sighed with a pained expression.

He ate one bun and drank the tea as fast as he could. Got a change of clothes and left the house, with a simple "I love you" while leaving. A man from another block of flats said he will pay him for repairing his shower. The man was an acquaintance of his. While they weren't friends, they talked a bit, and Mikołaj accidentally confessed to having this dire situation with money.

He knocked on the front door, to soon be greeted by the man. His name was Josef, and he was a middle-aged man, with short brown hair and round glasses. A kind face and from what Mikołaj could gather, he was a father to two kids, and after a divorce.

- Here you are! I was waiting for you. - Josef chuckled softly and invited the boy inside, showing him what was wrong with the shower, which Mikołaj started working on almost immediately - You know Miko, You need quick money right?

- Yeah, kinda... - Mikołaj bit his lip. - stupid shower head...

- Listen here, I know this guy, he has a work agency. He mostly hires young strong men like you, you work abroad, and earn much more this way. Usually only for about a month or two.

- w-wait really? - Mikołaj stopped for a bit. It sounded... A little shady to say the least. But he did worse things and if a kind father is recommending this, maybe it's actually a good opportunity. - Can you give me the guy's number? I will call him today if I can.

- Sure thing Miko. - The man smiled.

After finally fixing the shower, Josef wrote down the man's number on a piece of paper, paid Mikołaj, and sent him home. But before he returned to his mom and brother, the boy sat down at a secluded bench in the local park. He stared intensely at the number Josef wrote down. He was still debating if he should call it. But he didn't have many options at this point. He slowly put the number in his phone and rang.

- Good evening, how can I help you? - the voice belonged to a young woman, it was calm and soft.

- Uhm... Good evening. I've heard of job offerings in this agency. My friend, Josef recommended I call.

- Ah! Yes, yes! Of course! So you will need to send us your resume and talk in person of course - The woman explained everything

Except what the job abroad actually was. But Mikołaj didn't think much of it. If it made money and wasn't prostitution, he was in.

It was some time for the in-person meeting to happen, but it wasn't at all what the boy had imagined.

The man sitting before him was not much older than Mikołaj himself, 30 at most, but Mikołaj gave him 26. He had dark black messy hair, medium length. Brown eyes and wore sunglasses on his head. Golden chains on his neck and other expensive jewelry. He looked rich, to say the least. Not to mention the place of the meeting. Almost empty office room, in a freshly built business complex. Most of the spaces in it were just put out to be rented.

- Hi Mikołaj. - The man spoke up with a giggly, yet deep voice - You can call me Vasya. You're just going to sign those papers and you're hired for the month. If all goes well maybe we will hire you for a month more. - He slid a few papers on the table.

- N-no questions? I thought this was an interview... I mean don't get me wrong please, I'm just really surprised. - He chuckled nervously, slowly looking down at the papers.

- No questions. I think your resume said enough and just from looking at you, I think you will be a great fit. We need healthy, strong young men. It will be a physically taxing job but you wrote you did many jobs like that.

- I guess... - With shaky hands he took the papers in his hands, trying to comprehend what he was actually signing. But seeing the pay, stated at the end was enough to make him stop reading, and just take the pen. He signed it, never asking any more questions. This much money will get them a better flat and food for sure.

Even if the job was gross or heavily taxing, he will bear it. It's only a month, right? And if it's great, he can work for two months. That would secure their life for a long time.

He came back home with the news and a smile on his face. He burst through the door and hugged his mom tight

- O-oh dear! You got the job I presume. - his mom laughed and tousled his hair with a gentle expression. - I'm just sad you're going to be gone for a month or two.

- Mikołaj! So you're going? Is.. it bad I kinda hoped you wouldn't? You go out every day almost...

- I'm sorry Tymek. I really am. I promise after I come back, we're going to move to a nice place and I'm gonna spend much more time with you. - Mikołaj smiled softly, trying to comfort his little brother.

- I suppose... But you really promise, right? - he noded - Okay. Please call us every day though!

- I will. They will come to pick me up by bus the day after tomorrow, so I have to start packing soon. - the brown-haired boy hugged them both again and went to the other side of the room to search for a bag to pack.

The departure day came soon. It was a warm June morning, Mikołaj was standing at a bus stop near his house, waiting for the work bus to come. Clutching his bag in his hand, he looked up at the bus stop screen for the time. It was a little late, but when he looked away from the clock, the bus was coming from the other street. It stopped and opened its door.

- Mr. Kasperczyk? - The bus driver looked at him suspiciously - Show your ID

- Sure. - Mikołaj nodded and showed his ID, the driver promptly inviting him on board.

He walked into the bus, full of young men, probably not much older than himself. Some sat alone, sulking or sleeping, some laughed together in pairs. Seems normal enough. Mikołaj sat down in an empty seat and tired, pressed his head between the window and the seat, slowly falling asleep, still clutching his bag.

He slept through the whole journey, only the familiar face of Vasya, seemingly his new boss, waking him up.

- Wakey wakey sleepy-head. You all have to settle in your rooms. - He smiled. He had a charming aspect to his demeanor, but it kind of made Mikołaj uneasy. He nodded and stood up.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to treat Vasya, so he'd rather avoid him.

- I will visit all of you in the evening after dinner, okay? - Vasya waved them goodbye and jumped right back into the bus. Was he on it the whole time and Mikołaj didn't notice? Maybe.

The boy looked around. The building was clearly a worker hotel but didn't look too cheap. It looked cozy, and the receptionist informed them they had all separate rooms. She also gave them the keys, and information regarding breakfast and dinner hours. It was all provided for. Mikołaj got a room on the second floor. He opened the wooden door, to see a comfortable-looking room, it was small, smaller than their already small flat but it was more than enough for him. The bed had a birch wooden frame, it was made, and covered with a soft beige blanket. Next to it was a big window and a nightstand, and a wardrobe, all made from birch to fit with the bed. The bathroom was also private. the door was on the right of the entrance, it was also pretty tiny, but it had a shower, toilet, and a sink, all relatively clean, so what more could he ask for?

Mikołaj put the bag down next to the bed and sent a quick text to his mom that he got there safely, and first taking off his shoes, he laid down on the bed. It was soft... and so comfortable. He cracked a little smile, he will buy a similar bed for himself when he gets back for sure. No more back pain and cranky mornings. He could lay in this bed for an eternity... almost forgetting what he was actually here for. Work. Physical work at that.

He rolled around on the bed until dinner time came around. It was probably the first time in forever he would eat an actual dinner, usually, it was just lunch, sometimes breakfast. The boy jumped from the bed and stretched a little.

- Foood... - He smiled, his belly growling from just a thought.

The dining room was pretty small, for sure all of the workers from the bus did not end up in the same hotels. He looked around. The tables were for two, max five people, and it was a buffet. A buffet... all you can eat one. Ah, how he wished it was like this every day at home. Or that at least he could share with his family but alas.

The buffet tables were filled with food, it wasn't the most expensive kind, but it made mikołaj salivate at the mere thought. Sausages, bread and a toaster for it, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggs, and different jams, cereals, and porridge, fresh fruit, coffee, tea... It was a feast for Mikołaj, and afterward, he returned to his room, full, completely forgetting the visit from Vasya was supposed to happen. So he was relaxing in his room until a knock snapped him out of the light mood.

- Yes?

- It's me. I said I'd come. - It was the man's voice, giggly as always. Mikołaj opened the door and let him in. - You probably want to know what is the job right. - he chuckled a bit, and closed the door, yet still positioning himself as if he was guarding the door.

- well... Yeah, and when do we start? - Miko sat down on the bed again, staring intensely at Vasya. - It's not like prostitution is it?

- No, we wouldn't trick you into prostitution, oh my! - Yet his face looked suspiciously calm. - But you would be surprised what people pay for nowadays. Good money! Tell me little Miko, you're probably used to being beaten up huh?

Mikołaj's face turned white, and he gulped, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He knew just from looking at him, didn't he? Or was it the giant barely healed wound on his eye the giveaway. Either way, the boy didn't like it one bit.

- What do you mean? - He finally spits out, not looking at Vasya anymore.

- It's simple, people pay for getting one of you, for ten hours, to do whatever they like. The rules are simple, no fatal injuries or rape, or else they deal with me and that's not going to be pleasant. I'm not a monster, I wouldn't let random people actually hurt you! - He said with a grin. - If customers like you, you get paid more usually. You can also agree to do sexual things but you don't have to. It actually doesn't pay that much around these parts.

- So you... You send us to be basically abused for ten hours and you pay us for it. What... What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Careful with those words, pretty boy. - the grin disappeared from the man's face, sending a chill down Mikołaj's spine. - You don't have a choice anymore. You signed your fate away for at least a month! If you break the contract, this family of yours will probably end up on the street soon. Time is ticking, you better do something. I'm giving you a generous offer!

- Sh-shut it. - He bit his lip. Vasya was right, they were on the verge of homelessness. - Okay. It... it's only one month.

- If they like you and you agree maybe tw-

- I know! Fine, holy shit, I will do it! Just... Send the money directly to my family alright?

- Will do that. I hope you stay for longer little Miko! Ah, you have an appointment already tomorrow, at noon, you will be escorted by a taxi from here. Good night and good luck! - He smiled and left the perplexed boy in his room.

#Summer Job #herb writes #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump blog

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Pharaoh and Reincarnated Queen’s adventures pt. 1

5,000 years ago, lived a powerful Pharaoh and Queen who was loved by the people. This Powerful couple worked together to lock the dark shadow games away. They had a successor to the throne but they also had three others who were very young during their passing. Millennium items that belonged to this Pharaoh and Queen were locked away split between Valley of the Kings and Valley of the Queens. The Pharaoh's soul was locked within the Millennium Puzzle while the Queen's soul was split, part of her soul went in her item while the other half was somewhere else.

5,000 years after their deaths, the other half of the Queen's soul was returned to the land of the living. She was reborn as Brittney Marie Petrova, with a twin sister named Brianna Lynn Petrova, she also had an older brother named Aiden Mathew Petrova and a younger sister named Nanaoko Marie Petrova. As a small child she would only play with her twin as her younger sister was only a few, by the time she was six things were changing. She started sleep walking, it happened to be around one of these sleep walking times that Solomon Motou was coming to Egypt to play the Shadow Game of the Nameless Pharaoh. Many know the tale of how Solomon did but this story is a bit different. As he reached the end coming to the bridge that was connecting to where the treasure was, he was in shock. He saw Britt laying on the ground of where the box was, but the box was in her hands. He had to make his way to her gently knowing one wrong move he would be sent into the shadows. He almost slipped and fell in the shadows but something or rather someone helped him up.

"I've been waiting for you." He said as he helped up Solomon.

When Solomon woke up he thought it was all a dream but he made his way over carefully picking up the six-year-old girl and the box. He wondered how she got in Valley of the Kings and made it past all the traps. It was clear the girl must have been sleep walking as she was still asleep. Solomon took her back to her parents as he handed her to max.

"Solomon, I can't thank you enough for finding her." Max said

"Yes, I'm sure but why was she in valley of the kings?" Solomon asked

"That is something I'm not sure." Max answered him

When Britt was eight, she went out with her mother and sister to play as she was getting all fine. They were going to a park that Egypt had to play with others, when Bre and Britt were running in front of their mother they suddenly bumped into a man wearing robes. The two girls looked up at him and at first it seemed as if he wasn't going to say anything but then he saw Britt's facial features and he recognized her as Queen Brittania, the Queen from 5,000 years ago. Angela had come over and had her girls come over to her as they went and stood in front of their mother.

"I'm sorry for my daughters." Angela said

"No, it Is I who should have seen them. They are just children." Shadi said as he kneeled down and showed respect. "Forgive me Miss, but your daughter here. She is the Queen returning to the land of the living."

Britt and Bre looked at each other before looking back at him "Which one?" They asked at the same time. "I'm Bre and this is Britt." Bre said

Shadi looked at them clearly in surprise because the nickname Britt, Queen Brittania was also called Queen Britt because she liked that better.

Angela wanted to hear more so she invited Shadi back to the house, there once back in their home she asked him to explain as they were sitting in the living room. Shadi didn't say much at first as he took a look around seeing he was in the home of archeologists.

"Your daughter, Britt. She is a reincarnation of a very powerful Queen come back to find her lost love." Shadi started which made Angela and Max look at each other since it'd been two years since Britt had been to Valley of the Kings.

"Please Continue." Max said to him wanting to know more.

"I along with others have been waiting for the return of a Pharaoh who locked a dark magic away a long time ago. It is said when the Queen appears, the Pharaoh will not be far behind. Your daughter has a destiny coming she cannot run from." Shadi said

Britt and Bre were whispering to each other about what he was saying. To them since they were eight it didn't make no sense. Max on the other hand remembered the treasure that Solomon had from the nameless Pharaoh's tomb. He wondered if that was part of it.

"Tell me, has your daughter had any weird behavior within the last three years?" Shadi asked

"Well, she used to sleep walk when she was six. But she hasn't done it since then." Angela said

"I believe the answer you seek will be known when the Millennium Bracelet is found. If she truly is the Queen then that item will hold some answers." Shadi said

Other than that brief moment he didn't stay long. Britt and her family didn't give a lot of thought on it but Britt was trying to become a duelist after that. She built a deck and would duel her brother but she'd always lose. She felt she was missing something but she didn't know exactly what she could be missing. About a few months later her father found a rare card for her, one called Goddess of the Nile. He felt it was important so he bought it for her and when he got home he handed it to her.

"Here Britt, here's a card that might help your deck." Max said

Britt took the card and looked at it "Oh wow thank you daddy." Britt said to him as she smiled.

After receiving the Goddess of the Nile, she reconstructed her deck. It took time and effort, she'd duel against her brother and always lose but she made modifications to her deck. When she reached the age of twelve her brother had been in the tournament for Egypt, and he'd became the champ. She wasn't surprised in the least but she less wanted to duel with him. So, she started dueling with Bre, who'd built a fire deck mixed with fire types and Dragons. The girls loved each other as twins could but they always kept their opinions to themselves. Truly the only way they could be told apart was their eyes and their highlights, as Britt had violet eyes and purple highlights and Bre had blue eyes and blue highlights. Their younger sister was ten around this time and had Green eyes with Black hair w/green tips.

Aiden started to resent Britt for being the one their parents would show attention to. Maybe it was because of what Shadi had told them and they were trying to figure out how to avoid her destiny. They'd kept her in Egypt her childhood. Though Angela and Max knew Britt had always been treated differently than most of the kids, because all the kids had learned she'd gone to Valley of the Kings and came back unharmed.

School was never an issue she'd go do her homework and then walk home. Sometimes the kids would bully her and she'd get a few scrapes and bruises but it was to be expected. Truly the kids didn't understand it all and maybe that was what bugged them the most that they didn't know how she could get to Valley of the Kings and still be alive. If anyone ever asked Britt she didn't remember a thing about it except a voice but she never mentioned that part, her only answer was she didn't remember.

Bullies and people who were scared didn't stop her, she'd kept practicing her dueling skills and when the next tournament came before her Sixteenth Birthday she entered to show them. The day before the tournament was to start her parents had found it, the Millennium Bracelet that the man in robes had talked about. It had been located in Valley of the Queens, in a Queens tomb. They'd put it in their room of artifacts to keep it from Britt. Only sadly her and her siblings got very curious and went in there. They looked at it all but Britt was drawn to the bracelet, she reached out for it picking it up and she tried it on. It glowed since it was meant to be with her.

"It's cute." She thought as she tried to get it off.

The bracelet wouldn't come off and she knew then the start of her destiny would be soon. Not paying much attention to the fact she'd have to keep it on she wore it the entire tournament. Never having to worry much, but when it came to the finals it was her brother and her against each other. Shadi was in the crowd watching waiting to see if he was right about her. Britt had improved her dueling skills and when it came to her final Duel Monster she summoned her Goddess.

"Now, Goddess of the Nile. Attack with Nile Septar blast!" Britt yelled as the final attack was made.

"So, it begins, she has the item and the card of the Queen." Shadi said

#yu-gi-oh #fanfic #yami yugi x oc #pharaoh atem #reincarnated queen #adventure

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jailhouse rock : j.w

brief summary: you’re an ex-convict like jeff and you’re finally out of jail, leaving some unsaid matters to be addressed at last.

word count: 2k requested: yes by an angel anon who was v sweet - i hope you like the result! warnings: it’s angsty, but there’s a happy ending (also idk how the prison system works)

* I just wanna say my requests are closed for a while! I know you guys wanna send ideas in, but can you hold off for a week or so if that’s okay - just so I can catch up :) *

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

also can we appreciate this gif. my girl once again killin’ it with gifs

All you can say is that you were caught in a bad situation at the wrong time. Unfortunately, that didn’t make the crime any better or your sentence despite your lawyer's defences.

“Y/l/n!” You lift your head up from your small bed, walking toward the door as a guard opens it. “You’re out today. Be ready in an hour.” He states coldly, ignoring the pure confusion in your expression.

As the door shuts, you remain still. “What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself as you look around your cell and slowly move to sit back down in a state of disbelief.

And then it hits you.

You’re going home.

Stepping out in casual clothing, you shield your eyes from the bright sunlight.

“There she is.” Jeff pats David’s arm as his smile only grows as he climbs out of the car, running over to you eagerly.

It had been just over three weeks since Jeff had last visited you. He didn’t know what to expect when he picked up the phone earlier today as he listened to the guard explaining you requested a lift home. He was your one call, always had been and the only one to visit you whenever he had the opportunity.

“Hey, jailhouse bird?” Jeff calls out as you lift your head up, shaking your head as he slows down to bring you into a tight hug.

Lifting you off of your feet, you laugh as he holds you close, taking all of this in as it is finally a reality instead of a distant dream.

“I missed you.” You mutter as Jeff squints, trying to focus on you outside of the orange jumpsuit and hair tied back. You were finally starting to look like yourself again, and that’s all you wanted.

Resting his arm around your shoulder, Jeff guides you over to David’s car as he films. “If it isn’t the lady herself,” David films and chuckles, catching as you flip him off.

“Can we go get food? Like, a milkshake and some fries?” You take a seat in the back whilst Jeff remains in the front with David.

Jeff glances back, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously? You just got out and the first thing you want is a milkshake?” He chuckles in disbelief as you nod. “Alright, guess we’re going to five guys.” He nods to David as he pulls away, making a start on the long drive ahead.

Resting your head on the window ledge, you remain oblivious to Jeff watching you in the side mirror. The sun is glowing on your face as you focus on the scenes passing you by. Never had you experienced a more draining three months, besides the time Jeff made you train with him every day for a week which felt like three months.

Slowly, your eyes begin to droop and Jeff smiles to himself, trying to be discreet.

“You going to tell her?” David questions quietly, not wanting to disturb your peaceful sleep as he drives along the freeway.

Jeff sighs under his breath. “I want to, but I don’t know how just yet.” He admits as he looks back once again as you’re now curling up, lips parting as your eyes flutter. “She’s so pretty,” He thinks aloud, thankful for once David doesn’t have his camera on.

“Okay, what’s going on?” You laugh lightly as Jeff keeps his hands over your eyes, guiding you toward the house as you keep your arms extended in front of you. “Is this how I get murdered? After a stint in jail, this is how I go?”

“You trust me, right?” Jeff whispers into your ear and you swallow the butterflies back down as his lips part from your skin.

“Do I really have to answer that?” You joke in response as he scoffs playfully before counting down from three and removing his hands from your eyes.

As you adjust to the lighting, all of your friends stand in front of you with confetti.

You stumble backwards into Jeff’s arms as his smile remains wide whilst you wear a pure look of shock on your face.

“Welcome home!” Carly cheers as you look around seeing balloons and a banner reading ‘welcome back from jail.’

“You guys did all this for me?” You turn to see more decorations and drinks already laid out for everyone.

“Of course we did, baby!” Zane comments as he brings you into a tight hug. “Now never scare us like that again, and no more dealin’ alright?”

You roll your eyes at his Mom like attitude. “Alright, Mom, I’ll stop messing around with shady characters.” You reply, forcing a smile before Jeff interjects, resting his arm around your waist as he guides you into the kitchen.

As the conversations around you continue, Jeff stands in front of you whilst you lean against the kitchen counter.

“What’s up?” You raise an eyebrow, seeing his expression harden as he clenches his jaw.

“You’re not going to get involved in that again, are you?” He asks seriously, no hint of humour lacing his tone as your eyes widen.

“You fucking kidding me, Jeff?” You scoff, crossing your arms. “Why would I ever get involved in that shit again, I was in jail for three months.” You retort in a hushed tone, not wanting anyone else to get involved.

“Trust me, I know how it feels.” He comments back, eyes hardening on you as you refuse to look at him. “I just don’t want you risking anything, we all care about you here.” Jeff glances over his shoulder, catching a few eyes as conversations die down.

“It was a one time job, Jeff.” You state loudly, making sure everyone is clear that you weren’t getting involved in that line of work, not even for a quick cash grab.”Just so everybody is clear,” You move aside from Jeff, ignoring his mutter of your name. “I’m not dealing, I don’t plan on dealing any kinda drugs again.”

Turning on your heels, you ignore the shared looks as you face Jeff who remains speechless.

“Happy now?” You ask him as you keep a straight face, watching as he gives you a curt nod. “Good.” You nod before taking a hold of a drink and downing it. “Cause I don’t need your shit too.”

It had been over a week since you arrived back home and you were still adjusting to it. You were waking up at set hours, unsure what to do with yourself now that you actually had free time to do anything anywhere you wished.

Most of the time you were with others, keeping your mind occupied. Being busy was what you needed, as when you were left alone you curled up and lost yourself. The person you’d always call wasn’t exactly in your good books, so he wasn’t an option.

“So you guys still haven’t spoken since that night?” Carly asks, surprise in her tone as you nod. “Shit, I didn’t think it was that bad.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, you relax into the sofa. “Well, I didn’t know what to say to him.” You admit, shutting your eyes. “I’ve been so lonely, and being in there with barely any contact beside a visit a week if you get lucky,” You open your eyes, not wanting to recall every detail of that place. “but then Jeff always came.”

Carly watches as a smile ghosts your lips. “Jeff was always different when he went to visit you, you know?” Carly tells you, catching your eye as she chuckles. “He’d spend hours the night before choosing what to wear, wanting to look his best just for you.”

You let out a short laugh, remembering the time he walked in wearing a burgundy suit. “Glad to know one of us was always high fashion.”

“But seriously,” Carly brings you back out of your distant daydream. “he doesn’t mean anything by those comments, he just cares about you, like a lot.”

“Yeah, I know he does,” You weakly respond before hearing a loud groan enter the room.

“For fuck's sake, Y/n,” David yells. “Jeff likes you, you like Jeff. You spent three months sitting on your ass with your thoughts and I bet at least sixty per cent involved Jeff.” David states, catching you off guard. “Am I wrong?”

You shake your head, eyes trained to the ground as David glances to Carly.

“He’s got a point,” Carly adds, only making the situation worse. “just, go over to his place.”

“It’s homier than a jail cell,” David chuckles, catching a quick glare from you before your eyes soften.

Rising to your feet, you walk over and give David a tight hug. “You sure you know this?” You mutter, feeling him nod. “Okay,” Pulling away, you head out of the front door, driving straight over to Jeff’s to hopefully resolve your argument.

The sound of laughter can be heard on the other side of the door as you stand, unsure whether to turn around and admit defeat or face this.

For a split second, you can picture the moment you got caught. A hand containing a bag of illegal drugs whilst the person you bought it from ran off leaving you the sole person at the scene. You had no chance to cower away, but this time you do.

As you lift your hand up to knock, the door opens and a force almost hits you, only stopping just before. “Oh, sorry,” Todd comments as he looks back as Jeff remains oblivious. “go easy on him, yeah?” He asks as he pats your shoulder before leaving the door ajar.

“Todd I told ya to shut the doo-” Jeff turns around, seeing you stood in his doorway with a nervous smile. “Oh,” He places his broom down, wandering over as Nerf remains in his bed, observing you cautiously. “hey.”

“Hey,” You smile softly, taking a step into the apartment. “I wanted to come to talk, if that’s okay?”

Jeff immediately nods, motioning for you to join him on the sofa as Nerf waddles over, panting heavily at your feet.

“Listen, about the other night,” Jeff starts but you shake your head, cutting him off.

“Please, don’t apologise if you’re intending to.” You state, shuffling as you turn to face him, your hands resting in front of you. “I know you mean well, and what you said is because you care about me as a friend.”

“Yeah,” He responds quietly. “a friend.”

“But, the thing is I spent ninety-one days inside, and the most common thought I had was about you.” You tell him truthfully, watching as Jeff lifts his eyes back up to look at you with a certain level of surprise. “I didn’t focus on what was happening, but the thought of seeing you walk in for a visit, to listen to the updates I’ve missed and the stories I wish I could’ve been a part of.” You ramble, unaware that Jeff’s eyes are lighting up with each passing second.

“You know,” Jeff speaks up, letting you take a breath. “when I got that phone call I would’ve gotten you anything you wanted. I wish I could’ve gone back and told you to not go for that deal, that I should at least have gone with you.” Jeff admits, that mistake still haunting him despite you being back, that you’re now home in front of him.

You take a hold of his hands in yours, taking him from his darker thoughts. “But I’m here now,” You tell him. “that’s all that matters, right?”

Looking at your eyes, Jeff tries to find any uncertainty as his eyes flicker to your lips. And for the first time, he’s confident he isn’t getting the wrong vibe from you as he leans in closer, kissing you softly.

As he pulls away, your forehead rests against his. “Yeah,” He whispers, a smile lining his lips. “this is all that matters.”

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These Violent Delights Ch. 2

What Used to Be

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Eventual Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Nothing in this one that I can think of.

Author’s Note: Here’s to chapter 2! Thank you guys so much for reading and I can’t wait to see what you guys think of this one. We get more of a back story on Adriana.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

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The streets of New Orleans hadn't changed when Adriana had left home several years ago. While being able to take in the world's sights had been a fantastic experience all on its own, she missed being back in her old stomping grounds. While some displays and shops had changed over time, the atmosphere never did. This was her home. A place she once believed that she would always stay in. At least that was until things changed.

Her world had been thrown upside down the night Mikael came to her family home. What had once been a family that could tolerate the things Victor had done, they now had grown to hate the things he had brought to the family. The home invasion had been the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Adriana's mother, Leticia, had enough and called it quits. While she tried taking herself and the kids to stay with family outside of New Orleans, Adriana refused to go. She wasn't about to leave her father alone. While her mother reminded her of what they had gone through during that time, Adriana didn't budge. Her mother left and took her siblings with her.

In the weeks that followed, Adriana got the courage to finally ask Victor to let her in on the trades her father had been involved in. Victor had been hesitant at first. He didn't want his daughter to become involved. But Adriana wanted to know how to make the business better. Better in a way that he would no longer get caught. Because if she had to watch Mikael Mikaelson arrest her father one more time, it would break her.

Over the next two years, Adriana learned the ins and outs of her father's business. Together, they had found ways to cheat the system in her father's dealings. Where Victor had found methods to keep his tracks covered, Adriana had found others to make him untraceable and make his system stronger.

But what her father didn't know at the time, Adriana had been learning new things for herself. With the cover-up of school projects, she discovered a whole new skill with the help of someone she had met while going through the black market herself. A woman by the name of Greta was willing to teach Adriana everything she had known about being a Mercenary.

While Adriana had her secret meetings with Greta, that hadn't stopped her from enjoying her High School years with her Friends. Elijah Mikaelson had been one of her best friends growing up, and he had always been there for her. The night after Mikael had raided her home, Elijah did everything he could to take her mind off. He was still a better influence and someone who would always be there for her.

On the other side of the spectrum, was none other than Damon Salvatore. He was probably her most terrible influence while at school. While Elijah had been Adriana's best friend, Damon was the family friend since birth. Damon knew Adriana a lot more than she believed he did. And that was where Adriana began being pulled into the darker aspects of her father's business.

Giuseppe Salvatore was known for the shady things he had done throughout his life. Several rumors that spread around town that he was a part of the mafia weren't far off. In the Salvatore Business, there was always a time where someone needed to be silent. Giuseppe always trusted Greta to take care of all his doings.

But one night, Adriana had been with Greta training when she had gotten the call from Giuseppe. Without hesitating, Greta took Adriana along and had her take the reins. It was Adriana's first time taking a life, but the thrill of it all had been worth it. Adriana hadn't been phased that she had killed someone so easily.

Damon was the only one who knew about Adriana's secret. He had been impressed by the way she had handled herself during it. Damon promised that once he had taken over for his father, she'd be the one he'd call if he needed anything. And it was a promise he kept.

By the time Adriana graduated High School with her friends, she had a growing body count reaching high double digits. A month after graduation, Adriana had gotten her first black card that wasn't under Greta's supervision. From that moment, she never looked back, thriving in her secret life.

"Well, I'll be damned," Marcel said as he took in Adriana as she walked down the street. "Adriana Vega is back in town."

Adriana looked over at Marcel and shook her head slightly. A grin pulling at her lips at seeing the man before her. "Marcel Gerard. It's been a long time since I've seen you in this part of town."

Adriana knew Marcel quite well. They had been friends over the years. While he was closer to Klaus than anything, Marcel had still been a great friend to Adriana. She was surprised to see him while she was out and about. She believed everyone she knew would have ventured out.

Marcel chuckled. "I live out this way now. Though I know, it's been several years since you've been home. Is New Orleans too good for you now?"

It was Adriana's turn to chuckle. "No, work keeps me busy. As much as I've wanted to come home, that pay is too good to pass up."

Marcel's eyebrow raised. "What is it that you are doing?"

"I work for a traveling agency. I mostly go where they need me to." She said with a nod. "They pay travel and living expenses. So I won't complain about not getting to come home."

"Hmm, You might just have to get me their number. Police work has interesting moments. But nothing like being able to travel all the time." He said with a shrug.

She chuckled once more. "You always wanted to be a cop."

"Now, look at me." He said with a nod. "I'm still on the force, and Elijah got promoted to Detective a few years back."

Hearing Elijah's name had made her heart drop slightly. "How is Elijah?" Her curiosity getting the best of her.

"You mean from after you left or right now?" He asked as he crossed his arms slightly.

Her face fell at his words. "I guess both."

Marcel sighed. "You left without saying anything to anyone. For as much as you were attached to Elijah's side, no one saw that coming. I don't think I've ever seen him so hurt."

She bit down on her lip and looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back at Marcel. "I had to get out of here. There were some things that I couldn't handle anymore, and I had to go."

Marcel placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I get it." He said with a nod. "Your dad put you through hell after your mom left. Mikael didn't make things better for you, either. A fresh start doesn't hurt. And from what I can tell, it has made things better for you."

Adriana nodded her head at his words. "That feels like a different world to me now. So many things have changed since then. Dad's no longer got his hands dirty. I haven't heard him complain about Mikael showing up at his door, so that's a plus."

He chuckled. "Mikael retired a few years back. Though that doesn't stop him from having his moments down at the station."

She rolled her eyes at that. "Sounds like so much fun."

A smile pulled at his lips. "You should stop by the station before you head out again. There are a lot of familiar faces that I know miss you."

"I'll think about it." She sighed. "But for now, I need to head home. Dad's excited that he gets a real home-cooked meal." She lifted her bag up slightly. It had been filled with groceries that she had bought moments before.

"Make sure to bring leftovers by." He said with a nod. "You always did make the best meals."

She shook her head and chuckled. "Late night drunken meals are completely different from the sober ones."

"I don't know. Those were some pretty damn good meals either way." He said with a smirk. "Just don't be a stranger while you are in town."

"I'll try. But I can make any promises. I'm only in town for a few days before I'm out of here again."

Marcel shook his head. "Either way, It's good to see you." Marcel pulled her into a hug for only a moment before letting her go.

"It was good to see you too." A thought crossed her mind, and she shook her head slightly. "You're going to run off and tell him I was here, aren't you?"

"Damn straight." He said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and turned away from him. "See you around, Marcel."

The moment Adriana had entered her family home, her father was by her side. "You took a big risk coming back home." He said as he grabbed hold of the bags she had in her hand.

She rolled her eyes as she followed her Victor into the kitchen. "A risk that is going to pay me enough to come home for good."

"Adri, I never wanted this life for you." He shook his head as he placed the bags on the counter. "You were supposed to make it easier for me and leave it alone."

"I'm good at what I do, dad." She said as she placed her hands on the countertop. "I've been using the same system we developed. I've been untraceable."

"You were almost caught the last time you were home." He said with a shake of his head before keeping his brown eyes on his daughter. "Taking out the Mayor of New Orleans had you in their grasps."

"Dad, I haven't been home in ten years." She noted. "The Mayor being killed wasn't me. It was a decoy so that I could take out a major player in Italy. I was never home."

"Tyler said he was so sure they would have had you." There was relief in his words. Tyler Lockwood was a trusted friend on the police force. Victor and Adriana had paid him off for details on what was being heard about either of them.

When Adriana had caught word that they were closing in on her, she made a quick decision. She fed the wrong information to the right people. It ensured that while all eyes were waiting for her in New Orleans, she was in Italy making the proper kill. What Adriana didn't know was that Elijah was at the helm of the case.

Adriana sighed and moved over to place her hand on Victor's shoulder. The man that used to stand tall in his own home was shrinking. The sins of his past hitting hard on his conscious. A world he wanted to keep away from his family had swallowed his daughter whole.

"If it makes you feel any better, after this job, I'll be able to take an extended vacation." She said softly. "Apparently, this is a big job. Enough to leave us in the clear for several years."

"Who gave you the job?" He asked with a raised brow as he looked at his daughter.

"Damon." She said with a nod.

Victor scoffed and moved away from Adriana. "You know he was the whole reason you got pulled into this."

While Victor had been close friends with Giuseppe, he never thought his son would corrupt his daughter as he had. Damon's influence had taken hold, and there was no way Victor could free his daughter from it. While the first kill wasn't Damon's fault, he sure sent a lot of business his daughter's direction.

"Damon didn't start this, I did." She said as she watched her father begin to put the items in the bag away. "No one put a gun to my head and forced me to pull that trigger."

"No, but that vile woman encouraged you to put it to someone else's head." The glare he gave was enough for Adriana to take a step back.

"It's been ten years, and we are still arguing about this." She said with a sigh.

"I keep wondering what your mother would say if she saw you right now." Victor shook his head. His hand tapped on the top of the sour cream container.

"She left." She shrugged her shoulders. "She left without looking back. When was the last time you saw Isa or Jr?" She asked curiously.

"The night they left." His words were emotionless as the sentence passed his lips.

"Her words no longer matter because of that." She said without holding back. "Fifteen years and she hasn't answered anything we've sent to her. So my mother wouldn't have a say in what I was doing anymore."

"You would have turned out differently if you had left with your mom." Adriana had already been shaking her head the moment he spoke.

"I don't think so. We both know I would have found some way to get pulled into this." She had always been curious about her father's work. One way or another, she would have found out what she wanted. "Plus, I had a life out here, and she would have made it so I would have to start over."

"You threw that life away the moment you left, Adri." He shook his head. "Do you know how many times I had your friends coming to the door asking where you were? You didn't tell them that you were leaving. I had to say to each of them that you left for the summer to stay with your mother. And when you didn't come back, things changed around here. Elijah wanted to file a missing person's because you didn't answer anyone's calls. Not even mine."

That caused Adriana to look down at the tile before her. She remembered the calls she had gotten after that summer. The life Adriana had in New Orleans had been replaced by her work. The calls stopped the moment she sent a letter to her father that she wasn't coming home.

Victor sighed and placed his hand on top of hers. "I understand the thrill of it all. To want to be able to get the money and have power all at the same time. But one of these days, you'll mess up in a way that you can't come back from."

Adriana nodded her head. She understood what her father was telling her. She watched it happen to him. She watched as Victor gave them the world with what he had been doing. But then his world crashed the moment Mikael had came into the picture. Victor lost everything from that night, and Adriana was the only part that stayed constant.

Before she could say anything, her phone vibrated with two text messages. As she pulled her phone out of her pocket, she could see the encrypted message being displayed. Sighing, she looked over at Victor. "That would be the meeting place for picking up the black card."

Victor nodded and pulled his daughter into a tight hug. "Be safe out there."

"I always am."

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"Woah, wait a minute," Klaus said, looking over at Marcel. "You mean the Adriana Vega was back in town?" Klaus looked over at Elijah for a moment before looking back at Marcel. "The one who disappeared on Elijah after graduation?"

Marcel, Klaus, and Elijah had been sitting inside Rousseau's having an after-hours drink. After Marcel had run into Adriana, he invited the guys out for a drink. It wasn't until Elijah had a few drinks that Marcel dropped the news that their old friend was back in town.

Elijah rolled his eyes at his brother's words. "If I remember correctly, there was a difference between disappearing and intentionally leaving."

"She left without saying a word." Klaus Reminded him. "Not to mention the search party you almost had when she didn't come back after the summer."

The memories that tied to that particular moment had Elijah looking down at his glass. While he and Adriana had been best friends, Elijah was hoping to change that. Elijah had a whole summer planned out for the two of them. But before he could even put his plans into motion, Adriana was gone.

"Maybe if you had made a move before graduation, she would have stayed." Klaus said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Everyone had known that Elijah had a thing for Adriana. But no matter how many times someone encouraged it, Elijah had done the opposite. But as he had finally given into the thoughts, it had been too late. Adriana had left for the summer and wouldn't return.

"I must say the years have been good to her." Marcel said as he lifted his glass up to his lips. "Maybe you should go over to Old Man Vega's and pay her a visit."

"Or even better," Klaus said as he tilted his head towards the entrance. Adriana had just walked in. Her eyes had been scanning the place before her eyes landed on someone in the corner. "Maybe just go over there and talk to her."

Elijah watched as Adriana had begun walking over to the corner booth. Marcel had been right. Time had been great to her. She was just as beautiful as the last time he had seen her. There was something in her brown eyes that he couldn't quite place, but the look of it all made him miss her even though she was standing a few feet away.

The sound of excited screams filled the air the moment Adriana reached the booth, causing the men to look in that direction. Elena Gilbert and Bonnie Bennett stood up from their seats and pulled Adriana into a hug. It seemed that he wasn't at the top of her list of people to see while in town.

The laughter that followed reminded Elijah of how close they all used to be. Where they once all sat a large table, they now sat separately. Life changed after Elijah put the Salvatores in Prison. The normalcy shattered, and their worlds turned upside down.

All Elijah could do in that moment was sit there and watch as Bonnie pulled Adriana into the seat next to her. But tonight, he was sure he would be approaching her at some point. He wanted to know the real reason she left all those years ago.

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scarletfern · 4 years

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Is Roman really dead? - a theory

I know what you’re thinking, but just bear with me. I can back this up.

Less than five minutes after 3x22 ended, I was so deep in denial that I had actually started making a list of ways that Roman could still be alive. I even wrote a one-shot back in 2018 based off the first idea on that list. (#1 - Jane hallucinates Roman’s death.)

But that first idea required a slight deviation from canon - Jane losing consciousness.

In fact, every idea on that list required a slight (or not so slight) deviation from canon.

All except for one.

This one theory accounts for everything.

The strange phone call. A way that Roman could have survived the gunshot wound and not bled out. Jane really and truly believing him dead. Everything.

And it fits seamlessly into canon.

But first, let's talk about season 3.

Season 3 was the season of faked deaths.

Jane. Avery. Borden. Dr. Roga.

And three of those faked deaths have a common denominator.

Roman.

In 3x01, Roman supplied Jane with a syringe containing a chemical called succinylcholine, the antidote, and instructions on how she and Kurt should use it to fake her death, collect the bounty, and remove the hit.

They explained that succinylcholine would reduce her heartbeat to an undetectable crawl and that she would need the antidote within 90 minutes.

When Kurt came clean about Berlin, (during the “you should have stayed” conversation) I’m pretty sure he told Jane that Avery didn’t have a pulse. (I’m not quite there in my rewatch, but I’m like… 97% sure.)

((Also, this is Kurt Weller. If she’d had a pulse, he would have saved her or died trying.))

But… Avery wasn’t really dead. So how did she get rid of her pulse?

Succinylcholine.

And who masterminded the entire Berlin/Avery-fakes-her-death thing?

Roman.

Now, we didn’t know about Dr. Roga until season 4, but timeline wise, her death was faked either early season 3 or pre-season 3. I don’t remember the details, but Roman did help her fake her death.

He helped all three of them fake their deaths.

And then he faked his own.

But how did he do it?

You’ve probably already guessed that I’m going to say succinylcholine.

(And you’re right.)

But hang on. Roman was bleeding to death, right?

Right.

Wouldn’t injecting himself with a drug that would significantly reduce his heartbeat, to an undetectable crawl, when he’s already bleeding out, just kill him faster?

Not necessarily.

See, here’s the thing about the human body. The beating of the heart is what circulates blood throughout the body. If you’re in pain or panicking, your heart beats faster, which increases blood flow. This can actually make you bleed more if you’re injured.

And gunshot wounds bleed. A lot.

But corpses? They don’t bleed.

If you stab a dead body, you may see some blood, but the wound you made will not actively bleed in the way that it would if the person were still alive.

Why?

There’s no heartbeat, so there’s no blood flow.

(When I was like 8, I was really, really into forensic science/pathology. Don’t worry, I haven’t been going around stabbing corpses to test my Blindspot theories.) ((Just thought I should clarify because all that sounded super shady.))

If Roman injected himself with succinylcholine, it would have reduced his heart rate so significantly that the gunshot wound would have stopped bleeding - or at least been seriously reduced. Theoretically, this would have bought him enough time to get the antidote and medical attention without bleeding out.

But we aren’t quite done yet. How did Roman know to have a syringe of succinylcholine with him in South Africa? And how did he get the antidote?

Remember that USB drive with the cache of medical intel on ZIP that Roman gave to Jane just before he died?

He took that USB to South Africa with the intention of giving it to Jane, but when the FBI rolled up at the orphanage, Roman took off. That must mean that he planned to meet up with her again later.

But he couldn’t have just given her that USB drive without getting himself killed or arrested.

Roman was always 5 steps ahead of everyone else. There’s no way he went to the final showdown in South Africa, knowing that it was the final showdown (“one last game, sis?”) without an escape plan.

Now, here’s the theory.

The USB drive wasn’t the only thing he brought to South Africa. He also brought a syringe. A syringe full of succinylcholine.

His original plan was to somehow fake his death in front of Jane with that succinylcholine, that same drug that he used to help both Jane and Avery fake their deaths earlier in the season, and present her with the cache of ZIP intel on his presumed deathbed. He had every detail planned, every single thing accounted for.

Except for the one thing that he never could have guessed would happen.

The team up of Blake Crawford and Tasha Zapata.

After Blake shot him, he must have realized that he didn’t have long. And, of course, he knew that Jane was looking for him.

The phone call he made was a signal. Remember, he still needed that antidote. He had to have had an accomplice.

Who the accomplice was is up to interpretation.

It could have been Dr. Roga, since she must have been in on the entire thing.

It could have been the third kid from the flashbacks.

Back when the Roman-has-a-twin theory was going around, I was particularly fond of the idea of his identical twin sneaking up to his body in the morgue and injecting him with the antidote. (There’s something about that image that I really love for some reason.)

I have one half-written fic where the accomplice is Mayfair, but I won’t get into that right now.

And, of course, he could have just paid someone off to slip him the antidote.

Or, since this is fiction (we can suspend our disbelief a little bit, right?), Dr. Roga could have modified the drug so that Roman wouldn’t even need an antidote. She was, afterall, the scientist that invented ZIP. (And the lab Roman set up for her was Patterson approved.)

Anyway, he had the syringe of succinylcholine concealed in his pocket. He waited for Jane and, after giving her the USB containing the information that would save her life, he secretly injected himself.

We don’t know what happened in South Africa after Roman “died” in Jane’s arms because the show jumps straight back to the team being in New York. So where/how Roman got the antidote is also up to interpretation.

But basically, we have 3 possibilities.

Ambulance, hospital, or morgue.

We also don’t know what happened to Roman’s body. Or, at least, what Jane and the rest of the team think happened to his body. Y’know, since this whole post is about me convincing you that there isn’t a body.

But, again, it’s up to interpretation and we have several viable options.

Personally, I love the idea of Jane making arrangements for him to be buried in South Africa. It seems like that’s what he would want.

Other options?

Misplaced body.

Accidental cremation.

Or just cremation in general. They would never know the difference unless they ran tests, and why would they run tests? He died in Jane’s arms, right?

Okay, one last thing.

This is probably where I’m really wrong… but I can’t not throw it out there after typing all of… that.

The 5x01 episode synopsis mentions that Jane “gets a strange message from an unknown ally.”

Most likely, that ally is Afreen, Keaton, Weitz, or even Briana. (The sneak peek we got yesterday makes me almost certain that it’s Afreen.)

But in that season 5 speculation fic I started writing (and never finished :p), an unknown person called the team and let them know about the drone strike right before it happened. I never wrote enough of that fic to get to the reveal, but I always planned for that unknown person to be Roman. (I might finish it sometime… I mean, I definitely wasn’t going to kill any of them and after this, we’re gonna need all the fix-it fic we can get.)

I doubt that speculation was right, but I have the tiniest sliver of hope. *applies clown makeup*

But either way, we will find out tonight (yay!) and *cough* RomanTotallyFakedHisDeath *cough*

(Also, this is like 1.5k words, my writer’s block must be gone. :D)

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