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cpr gang as reaction pics i have saved on my phone
paladin:
santiag:
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ashe:
changeling:
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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧
WARNINGS: Blood, gunshots, death
✧CHAPTER 6✧
✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj
After a few weeks of staying indoors for days on end, Riki finally let y/n take the baby out. It's not because he didn't trust him or anything, there were just so many rival gangs now running after him. Riki really wanted to quit being a drug lord, maybe start a successful company that's harmless and no where near illegal, or a little dance class so he can lay low and do something he's passionate about.
But once you pick up a gun, it's hard to let it go. Y/n decided to take the baby to the park, as it seemed reasonable, she carried the littlun, as she walked through the garden areas "look there! it's a little squirrel!" y/n cooed, as she turned the baby to face the squirrel, the baby giggled, clapping. Riki smiled, following after. "You have any idea on what we're going to name him?... he's almost ten months old" Riki asked as Y/n thought.
She gasped as she turned to Riki "Let's name him Pluto! a small planet with a big heart~" Y/n smiled as Riki sighed "Sweetheart- you named a tree, a fish, a Heeseung and a stray cat Pluto when you ate that brownie- think of a real baby name" Riki explained as he laid down a picnic blanket. "You're one to talk, Riki Jackson, Rizziki, Junior Riki-" Y/n started listing as Riki stuffed a marshmallow in her mouth.
"You know the view here is so pretty... it feels like its been forever since we've been out-" Riki blurted as Y/n was choking on the marshmallow, somehow swallowing it down "Lawd- why did you get the massive ones- and why'd you shove it in my mouth while I was talking?..." The girl asked with a frown as Riki mischievously giggled.
"What do you think about the name Kyle?... baby Kyle?" Y/n asked as she smiled at the baby, the baby babbling back. Riki turned to face the duo, "You know what, Kyle sounds good, it's cute, and when he grows up it'll be cool too... Come to daddy baby Kyle~" Riki smiled, as Y/n placed the baby on the picnic blanket, Riki watched as the little one crawled to him, with a little help from y/n.
Smiling, Riki took the baby in his arms, rubbing his nose against the baby's nose, "My little Kyle~" Riki cooed as the baby yanked his hair. "Aaah- Kyle- Kyleee- Something tells me you're going to be a trouble maker-" Riki whined softly, as the baby giggled at his reaction, pulling his hair a little more As y/n giggled.
After a fairly long day, Riki drove the three home, the baby asleep in the back with y/n beside. The silent drive was interrupted with multiple, ear-piercing gunshots, making y/n jolt, Riki's eyes widen as he cursed under his breath, to their luck the car and windows were bullet proof. Those motherfuckers were everywhere. swerving every obstacle in their way, and driving off the road, taking a shortcut into a much more secure, area.
Once Riki finally lost them, he turned behind to see Y/n was perfectly fine, the baby still peacefully sleeping. In fact the baby was awfully silent the through out the whole commotion. That's when it hit them. Y/n checked the baby's pulse. "Fuck- Riki there's no pulse!" Y/n exclaimed. The girl lying the baby down on a safer surface as Riki called the doctor.
Sunoo immediately picked up, hearing Riki's hysterical voice as he explained the events. "Riki, stay calm okay? just listen to my instructions" Sunoo calmly instructed Riki to do CPR on the baby... but not a single change, he then changed to mouth-to-mouth, and yet again no change...
Not stopping, He continued, never giving up "Come on baby Kyle, you can't leave me, I didn't take you to lose you like this please." Riki begged, as he continued giving CPR to the littlun. The sudden sound of a baby crying finally reached their ears, the tears leaving Riki's eyes, and hitting the baby as y/n snuggled the baby close to herself, crying in relief "Congratulations Riki you have given birth!" Sunoo joked, despite the situation, but Riki didn't care to get mad or react, he was just so relieved to have his son.
Not wasting any time, y/n gently slipped the headphones on the baby, Riki engulfing the both of them in a loving hug. "God those fuckers..." Riki mumbled, as his fists clenched. Y/n softly held his fist, the anger that was coursing through his veins disappearing almost instantly as his teary eyes met her glossy ones, "Riki... you saw what happened... i-if we fight back- t-they'll only aim for the baby, they know your weakness now Ki... I didn't want to say this before, but maybe this is a sign Ki... you need to stop getting blood on your hands" the girl explained, her eyes hopeful as Riki pulled away from her, slowly.
She was right... If he continued, things will only get worse, but if he stopped, the consequences that follow his past actions would at least be lessened. Riki kissed her forehead, and the baby's forehead, staring back into her eyes as he held her hand. "For us, and our future... I will let go of all the mafia ties..." Riki sincerely told her. He's already seen a pure, little soul lose his everything and almost his own life, he's seen his mother get killed by his own father, and he's even subjected his dear y/n to all this danger. All of this NEEDED to stop...
✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧
#enhypen#enhypen ff#ni ki#enha x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen niki#engene#nishimura niki#enhypen niki ff#nishimura riki#enhypen nishimura riki#enhypen riki#riki#riki nishimura#riki nishimura x reader#riki x reader#riki fluff#enhypen angst#enhypen au#enhypen drabbles#enhypen behind#enhypen fic#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen fanfic#enhypen fluff#enhypen niki angst#niki fluff#ni ki enhypen#ni ki imagines
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On My List
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist
Author’s Note: I'm gonna just post part 2 now because the response has been overwhelming and also I need to ride this train until it runs outta steam, yfm?
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.
Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, vague medical issue, fainting, let me know if I missed anything?
Every Breath You Take
Two
The second time Eddie and Steve kiss it’s not really a kiss at all. Robin and Steve are working a shift at Family Video - well, trying to work at least, because Eddie’s there which means everyone’s just sort of dicking around. Steve is processing some returns while Robin and Eddie argue about some sort of incomprehensible music shit. They’re both such fucking nerds about it that it makes Steve’s head hurt hearing them discuss the rhythm vs the beat and the symbolism of the song's accompanying music videos. Steve doesn’t understand why they have to analyze everything, why they can’t just like shit.
He’s not really paying attention until he registers the panic in Robin’s voice as she suddenly pushes off the counter and says Eddie’s voice just a little too frantically. Eddie has slumped slightly forward over the counter, eyes rolled a little too far back, and not responding to her calls for him. Steve immediately jumps into action, thinking about seeing Max in an eerily similar situation, about the fits Will had when he came back. Steve grabs Eddie and lays him gently in the ground, immediately crouching over him to do CPR, not bothering to check for a pulse or breathing. Just starting compressions, counting the way he learned how while hanging out at the hospital waiting for Max and Eddie to wake up. He couldn’t just sit there, and the hospital offered free training courses in shit like this, so he went. And he’s so glad he did as he starts doing rescue breaths on Eddie, ignoring Robin’s “ohmygodohmygodohmy-“ as she struggles to remember Hopper’s number when she finally stops freaking out enough to grab the phone. It doesn’t matter though, because by the time Steve is halfway through his second set of 30, Eddie’s eyes are fluttering open and he’s breathing heavily, but just fine on his own.
“Oh thank fuc-“ Robin starts as she drops to the ground on the other side of Eddie. “Are you okay? What happened? You just-“ Robin starts rambling, panicking that this meant the worst wasn’t over.
“Robs. Give him a minute. Go grab a water bottle,” Steve softly commands, his instinct to protect and help and heal outweighing his ability to do anything else. She does as he asks, and Steve starts to help Eddie move to a sitting position. “Easy does it, man. You can keep laying on the floor for a little if you need.”
“No, no. I’m okay. Sorry. I just, uh, had a minute. It happens sometimes. Happened a lot more when I was little. Stress, ya know? Was real bad right around the time I started living with Wayne. Had a really bad couple of weeks after Bonham died, too. But since, ya know- everything, it’s been happening again.” Eddie explains, rubbing the middle of his chest where Steve had previously been pressing. Steve just nods as Robin hands him the water bottle, watching, waiting for everyone’s adrenaline to slow.
“Jesus, dude. I think you almost cracked a rib. Way to put those muscles to use,” Eddie jokes, in between sips. Steve cracks a smile, but his eyes are still filled with worry. “Thank you for trying to save my ass, but in the future, I’m just fainting. No CPR required. Just make sure I don’t hit my head on the way down,” Eddie explains.
“Sorry,” now it’s Steve’s turn to ramble. “I just went into panic mode and I didn’t even check for a pulse or-“
“Don’t sweat it.” Eddie cuts him off. “I appreciate you wanting to save my life. Again.” He adds that last part a little quieter, knocking shoulders with Harrington. As Steve helps him to his feet, he adds even quieter “You sure you didn’t just wanna plant one on me again, Big Boy?” And Robin is too busy fussing over Eddie and asking questions about his fainting and yelling at him for not warning anybody that they’re both too busy to notice the blush that creeps up Steve’s neck and the way he flexes his hands like touching Eddie hurt.
A/N: Not so fun fact! John Bonham, drummer for Led Zeppelin died in 1980 after a heavy drinking binge. This would have been absolutely devastating to a young Eddie Munson, as it was for everyone else with ears and a soul at the time.
Also, Steve does the Pride and Prejudice hand flex every time he touches Eddie. Convince me otherwise. I dare you.
#Steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#Steve x eddie#Steve Harrington x Eddie munson#stranger things#fluff#hoffmannwrites#5 + 1#5 + 1 fic#everyone lives/nobody dies#they're gay your honor#idiots to lovers#friends to lovers#stranger things au#stranger things fanfiction#Steve Harrington saves the day#kinda#on my list
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Black pearls
A/N: Alright please don't fight me anymore lol
Summary: Aneka is a very noisy person. Sometimes it comes in handy.
Tag Gang: @pantherheart @mal-urameshi @somethingcleaverandwhitty @xblackreader
Aneka was always a noisy person, she couldn’t help it. She could recall her mother always touching her nose while chastise her for wanting to know everything. Aneka just loved to know about everyone. Maybe that’s why I’m in the intelligence department, the young warrior joked to herself. Aneka was making her way back home, getting a much needed day off from learning intel about other nations that want to cause Wakanda harm. Aneka couldn’t wait until she approved to join with older and experienced Doras on special missions; being undercover spies sounds so thrilling like the crimes she and her mother would watch when Ankea had hair.
Aneka looked down and spotted on the cove. She had been there since she was a child. She could vaguely remember Okoye always ditching her and Ayo to go down there. Maybe that’s where her secret boyfriend and her would go to see each other, Aneka thought. And as always Aneka is a very nosy person, Maybe the lovebirds are there now. Aneka could see the surprise and embarrassment on Okoye’s face. Okoye would plead with not to tell her uncle, little does she know Aneka bothering Okoye was enough payment alone, but she wouldn’t tell the older girl that. The young warrior skipped down the slope then raced inside the cove. She couldn’t wait for Okoye’s face when she saw her!
Aneka crept inside the cove letting the salty air breath through her chest. When she got closer she saw a figure laying on the ground not moving. Aneka, being worried that someone was hurt, walked closer to the body. She quickly turned over the body. Aneka felt the icy chill of dread, “O-Okoye!”
Aneka tried to shake her friend up, hoping that would wake her up. Okoye stilled even after Aneka’s movement of her body. Aneka’s chest tightens. What happened? How could this happen?
“Okoye,” Aneka screamed out hoping her voice would carry and someone could help her. She couldn’t afford to lose her friend n-not yet- not ever.
Think! Think! Come on Okoye’s life is on the line, Aneka gritted her teeth in frustration. Now wasn’t the time to panic, she needs to act. She needs to be a Dora. It just like that muscle memory kicked in on what to do. Aneka quickly gave aid to Okoye using CPR. She could feel Okoye’s faint heart still beating, “I’m not letting you go, ‘Ko.”
Bast must have heard Aneka’s pleas and prayers; Okoye spitted out water Ankea quickly turning her over.
“It’s okay, Okoye,” Aneka said with comfort. Not sure if it was for her or Okoye’s sake.
Okoye woke up again, the young warrior could smell the disinfecting. Forcing her eyes open she quickly realized she was in medbay. Okoye’s throat was dry with the faint taste of the salty water that almost killed her. The young warrior was still confused about what happened. Based on what Aneka said she found halfway dead, Aneka had to do CPR in order to bring her back to the living.
“You were still Okoye. I thought you were gone,” Aneka said, her voice wavering a little on the mere thought of her friend dying.
What was bugging Okoye’s mind was why did she go to the cove in the first place? She wasn’t wearing the swimming gear that would indicate that. Maybe I wanted some time to myself? Okoye thought as she lay in the bed. Thinking up of all the possibilities of why she was there and how she could almost drown on dry land?Okoye sighed, not believing any of the possibilities she thought of why she was there.
“It’s just a freak accident,” Okoye told herself. Forcing herself to get over an accident that happened to her. After all she had a dream to accomplish, if she wanted to become the next general she couldn't let this accident be the reason to hinder her. Okoye sighed once more, Then why can't I stop humming this melody in my head?
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Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down - Incorrect Quotes!
Steve and Billy : *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other*
Kate:
Robin, exasperatedly: We have a guest.
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Kate: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?
Robin: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Kate: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.
Robin: But I heard a siren.
Billy : That was Steve .
Steve : Sorry, I got nervous.
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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy*
Kate: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?
Robin: No, Kate. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.
Kate: No, that’s not part of it—
Robin: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?
Steve : I would want to live with no legs.
Robin: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Person C. You don’t do anything.
Kate: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him. *Robin pumps frantically* Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.
Robin: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?
Billy : How’s that gonna help you?
Robin: I will divide and then count to it.
Billy : Right.
Kate: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?
Robin: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.
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Max: What does “take out” mean?
Steve : Food.
Robin: Dating.
Billy : Murder.
Kate: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.
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Steve, teaching Robin to drive: Okay, you're driving and Kate and Billy walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?
Robin: Oh, definitely Billy. I could never hurt Kate.
Steve, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.
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Billy: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Kate doesn't take me seriously enough.
Steve: "Sometimes"?
Robin: "Enough"?
Billy:
Robin: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.
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Robin: Do you love Kate?
Steve: Yeah, I do.
Robin: Billy! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!
Billy: We all love Kate. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.
Steve: I thought that was implied.
Billy: ...
Robin: ...
Steve, looking straight at Billy: Congrats Robin, you just won 100 bucks.
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Billy: Why are your tongues purple?
Kate: We had slushies. I had a blue one.
Steve: I had a red one.
Billy: oh.
Billy:
Billy: OH.
Robin:
Robin: You drank each others slushies?
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tagging: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @zeleniafic @jvstjewels @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @booty-boggins @residentdormouse @delicateblackrose @stanshollaand @cantfighthemoonknight @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson
ST tag: @happinessinthedarkesttimes
#fic: tammy thompson takes on the upside down#incorrect fic quotes#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfiction#oc: kate thompson
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Incorrect Quotes Tag Game
Generator
I was tagged by @crypticcodexcreations for this, it may help flesh out some of the characters for my wip, which I'm giving the working name of "I Didn't Sign Up To Save This Stupid World" (or just Stupid World if you don't wanna type all that) bc it's basically a dumb isekai anime lol
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Krr'Kiri: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.
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Kiki: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.
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Tizedan: Hello friends!
The Squad:
Tizedan: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling
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Lafarallin: Why are you doing this?
Kiki: Same reason I do everything, Laffi. Spite.
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Murgakoth: How would you like your coffee?
Kiki: As dark and as bitter as my soul.
Murgakoth, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!
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Lafarallin: But what about Barir?
Murgakoth: Don't worry about them.
Murgakoth: I once watched them fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating their hotdog like nothing happened.
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Lafarallin: Adulting is hard.
Lafarallin: How do I quit?
Tizedan: Time travel.
Kiki: Die.
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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy*
Kiki: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?
Krr'Kiri: No, Kiki. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.
Kiki: No, that’s not part of it—
Krr'kiri: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?
Onyx: I would want to live with no legs.
Krr'Kiri: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Onyx. You don’t do anything.
Kiki: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him. *Krr'kiri pumps frantically* Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.
Krr'kiri: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?
Murgakoth: How’s that gonna help you?
Krr'kiri: I will divide and then count to it.
Murgakoth: Right.
Kiki: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?
Krr'kiri: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.
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Murgakoth: Where's Lafarallin?
Ziorvai'in: Don't worry, I'll find him.
Ziorvai'in, shouting: Kiki sucks!
Lafarallin, distantly: Kiki is the best person ever! Fuck you!
Ziorvai'in: Found him.
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Barir: So, did everyone learn their lesson?
Onyx: No.
Ziorvai'in: I did not.
Kiki: I may have actually forgotten one.
Krr'Kiri: Also no.
Barir: Oh good, neither did I.
Murgakoth: *Exhausted sigh*
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Onyx: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Barir is walking in this room.
Kiki: *wheeze*
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Okay I think that's enough for now. I'm gonna tag @blind-the-winds and uno reverse card to @crypticcodexcreations bc I love his shit lol
#I Didn't Sign Up To Save This Stupid World#corvus caws#I edited one incorrect quote. try to find it lol
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Hi, again hope your day is going wonderful I have a request (if that’s okay of me to ask again) where the Tokyo manji gang go to this really nice and resort pool and meet the reader who’s very kind yet strict when it comes to safety of the people (I can imagine one of the members of the gang pretending to drown so they can be rescued by the reader) I understand if your busy and/or doing other requests take your time and I hope you are well. I also want to you to practice self care for you are someone that deserves it
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Toman was exhausted.
Working non-stop was killing them, and it wasn’t until Mitsuya saw an ad for a pool side resort that the men decided that they deserved a break.
Mikey offered Emma and Shinchiro to come but between The bike shop and school the two just didn’t have the time but there’s always next time.
The resort was high end and the men didn’t waste anything they had to offer and that included the multiple pools.
There was the adult section and the kids section and everyone was thankful for it.
Especially when the life guard came out.
The Toman men were smitten when they saw him, shirtless with a whistle around his neck and Company swim trunks with a simple pair of sandals.
It wasn’t until Souya accidentally dropped his goggles that they were blessed to talk to the lifeguard “Ah sorry! You dropped these!” (Name) said softly, the Toman men having read his name off his name tag that hung off the waist band of his shorts.
Souya was flustered as he awkwardly thanked him, his face looking angrier but to everyone’s surprise (name) was unphased and continued smiling “I hope you all enjoy the pools and remember—” pointing to the large white sign with red writing “No running!” And with that, (name) walked towards the life guards tower to start his shift.
Throughout the shift (name) kept a look out, watching everything with great care and tried not to laugh or blush when the group of men from before kept trying to impress him with dramatics.
(name) wasn’t a fool, he knew he was attractive and it wasn’t the first time people tried to get his attention.
But just never this blatantly.
It wasn’t until he saw a man with pink fluffy hair floating face down that (name) sprung into action and dived in, grabbing the man and getting him out before performing cpr, breathing air into him and pressing as Nahoya grinned at the others lips on his and kissed him back.
(name) pulled away as the rest of Toman glared at the smiling bastard “you were faking?! Why??” (Name) said angrily but honestly? He looked like a pissed off bunny more than anything.
“wanted to be saved by a charming prince ~” Nahoya teased and reveled in the slight blush on (name)s cheeks; a mix of anger and being flustered.
“whatever… Don’t do that again!”
The rest of the shift went pretty smoothly and soon he tagged out when another life guard came to free him from his shift and he walked away to the employee area to grab his stuff only to be halted by a short blonde “ehh? Where ya goin’” Mikey asked curiously, eyeing the other naked chest blatantly and (name) frowned slightly.
“my shifts over sir, I’m going home…please enjoy your stay though!”
“come get drinks with us”
“eh?”
“yeah… Come on I will be a good boy this time!” Nahoya said teasingly and (name) grew flustered when him and Baji draped themselves over him while Draken stood behind Mikey and stared him down.
“…fine”
“yes!”
“only one though!”
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭
Chapter Pairings: Black!Girlfriend Witch Reader X Girlfriend!Bonnie, Younger!Sister Witch Reader X The Parker Siblings, Black!Fem Witch Reader X The Scooby Doo Gang + Rebekah (all platonic)
Chapter Warnings: Triggers of PTSD, reader being wifey material
Chapter Summary: [Name] is now in prison world and is determined to find her darling girlfriend bonnie. After 4 months of longing and worrying, the couple is reunited but could you meet your past all over again. Will bonnie ever find it in her heart to forgive Kai even if he’s her girlfriend’s brother?
Author’s Note: Second chapter, hope you like it! Please comment your feedback.
Published: 29th March, 2022
Words: 3.0k+
Tags: @padmeswife
Series Masterlist || The OC’s
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"You know what, I'll go instead." Josette reasoned with you, uneasiness still laced in her tone. Besides, how hard would it be to quickly find bonnie without finding Kai in the process and bringing bonnie back into the real world. Truth be told, she really didn't want to go in the prison world. Can you blame her? Her twin literally cut out her spleen for her to be unable to have children. But you were her baby sister and she was willing to do this big favor for you.
"No Josette! He'll kill you once he sees you." You objectified against your eldest sister, "I'm going and that's final. If he sees me, I'm pretty sure that he won't kill me." Your siblings gave you faces and sounds of disagreement, clearly not believing you.
"Be safe." Luke says.
"I always am." You grinned at the blonde boy. Placing the now fixed ascendant in your hands, Olivia nods gently, still deciding whether or not to grab it back from you. Like gears turning, the ascendant started to move quickly as you started the spell. The louder the spell was, the faster that the gears turned.
Just like that a blinding light flashed at their eyes, making them sheild their faces away to protect their vision. When the light came to a stop, where you once were was now filled only with air, indicating that you were now in the prison world.
Opening your eyes, you were in a new environment. First things first, you put the ascendant into a little bag. Just for safekeeping to get you the hell back out of there. Wandering in the forest, exhausted by the heat, you stopped to take a quick short break. In the distance, you saw a familiar house, squinting your eyes to make sure that your own eyes don't betray you.
Stopping in your tracks, you came to a garage to see a very vague body figure.
"Bonnie, hey bonnie!" You shouted when you saw the familiar body by a car. The bennett witch didn't even glance at your voice as the car exhaustion started to fill her lungs. Non-stop coughing which was all that bonnie could produce with until she falls down on the ground unconscious.
Rushing towards her figure on the ground, you place her head in your lap and wiped the dried tears away from her cheek. Immediately putting two fingers on her neck, you felt a very slow but steady pulse and that gave you very much hope. "No! No, bonnie. This is not how you die. I can't lose you as well." Carefully placing her on her back, you started to do chest regulations to perform cpr.
1! 2! 3! 4! You pressed her lips against hers, sharing your air with hers, hoping that it would revive her. Your hands were starting to become weak but you ignored it, confident to not stop until her heart is breathing again. "Come on, baby." You begged to her motionless body, pumping onto her chest and repeating the same action over and over again.
You were starting to lose hope, tears flooded down your cheeks with each passing minute when you tried to bring bonnie back. With one last push and mouth to mouth, bonnie's eyes shot up like she was in a cartoon as her body started to revive her again.
"[Name]," She whispers hoarsely, leaning up to cup your cheek to see if you were actually real, you let out a surprise chuckle. The bennett witch lets out a small smile in relief, finally being rescued, "Is it really you?" She questions you as tears cloud your eyes, happy to see your beloved bennett witch in physical form and not just from the memories.
"Yes, baby. It's me, I'm here." You croaked out, cupping her chin in the process as you leaned down to plant your lips on hers. Bonnie kisses back, cupping your face in the process. God, you missed her lips so much. You missed her snarky remarks and most importantly you missed her touch. Pulling away from the kiss, brushing a piece of stray hair from her mocha skin face to behind her ear, "I'm so sorry, babe. I disappointed you." Bonnie cries out, feeling ashamed of herself.
"No, baby you didn't disappoint me. I'm just happy that you're okay. We're going home." You reassured bonnie. The bennett witch lets out a chuckle mixed with a giggle as you got up and picking her up bridal style. With her arms secured tightly around your neck and your arms secured underneath her thighs, she lets out a tiny squeal when you threw her up in the air a bit to hoist her up.
"I'm gonna marry you one day." You truthfully announced to your girlfriend.
Bonnie bites down on her lower lip, "And I can't wait for that day." Bonnie had thought that you had forgotten her birthday but oh no. You have her birthday marked on your calendar – let's just say that her birthday is stuck in your head.
Her cute smile came to a quick halt when she caught a glimpse of something or rather someone. "Happy birthday, my wonderful badass witch. If you think that I forgot your birthday, than you must be out of your mind." Bonnie lets out a short lived giggle, her joy quickly erased and her eyes were filled with frantic and fear, "We have to go, [name]." She warns you, tightening her grip around your neck.
"What? Why?"
Trust me, bonnie wanted to protect you from her torturer but with all her might, she couldn't. She felt weak and she didn't want to be weak especially to you.
"Well, isn't this a cute little reunion." A unknown voice comments from behind you. Piqued in curiosity, you turned around to see your older brother kai, in the literal flesh and blood. Your mouth went agape and suddenly your throat felt hoarse, it felt like your insides were betraying you as they started to close up.
In so much shock, you didn't even realize that bonnie jumped out of your arms, linking her hand in yours, "Stay the hell away from us!" Bonnie commands the brunette boy. Cocking his head to the side, acting as if he didn't understand what she was saying.
Kai didn't really look like he changed a bit, but what caught your eye was a bracelet on his right wrist. It wasn't just any bracelet, it was your handmade bracelet that you made for him. Turns out, kai still wasn't an emotionless murderous brother but he still had it in his heart to wear it even after all these years.
Maybe, it was just best to stay quiet and not say anything to him. What could go wrong? Everything. Everything could go completely wrong. Starting to walk towards you two, bonnie's hand dragged you behind with her, “You know, you look really familiar.” Kai stated directly at you, squinting his eyes like that would refresh his memories. But Kai being the curious boy he is, he just had to look down at your wrist which also held a smiliar bracelet to his.
His eyes now boring into yours, "Where did you get that bracelet?" He asked you, sternness evident in his tone as his eyebrows knitted together. Bonnie quickly glanced down at your wrist which was surprisingly on the hand that she was holding and it was a similar bracelet to what kai was wearing.
Struggling to make words for sentences, you came up with nothing. I mean you could lie but it could be a possibility that he would see through it.
"It was a gift." You replied back, thinking of the first lie that came to mind. Kai didn't seem convinced as he started bombarded you with questions until he finally figured it out. That was all the missing pieces of the puzzle that he needed to solve. You made the two bracelets when you were little and he made a promise to never take it off no matter what.
Finally coming up with your own words, you immediately felt shy as you kicked your feet, "You still kept the bracelet."
"Uh, yeah of course. This was the only thing that I had of you." He responded back as he played with the handmade piece of jewelry, "My baby sister is all grown up." His voice cracked at that statement, like he wanted to cry. "Can I please hug you?" You can hear the cracks in his voice, like he wanted to break down in tears right there.
Saying nothing, you immediately walked up to him and gave him a hug. As expected, Kai returned the hug grasping onto you tightly as more tears threaten to leave his eyes. Too caught up in the moment that you didn't even realize that bonnie was still here. If looks could kill, you would be certainly 12 feet under.
Kai whispers, "Please don't leave me here." He started to beg you, "I'll be a better person for you. Be better a brother to josette, olivia and luke."
You didn't know what to do, of course you wanted him to change. But you only wanted him to change for himself and not you. Could he have truly change for the better or was it all just an act? Would you trap him in his prison or would you give him a second chance since nobody else would?
"It feels good to be back." Kai confessed, a playful smirk on his face. Bonnie's hand tighten in yours, signaling to just stay close by you. Taking the hint, you stepped back away from kai not caring for his frown that was placed on his face when he noticed that.
As soon as your other siblings heard his voice, their bodies froze with fear. "[Name], what is he doing here?" Kai's eyes twinkled with newfound adoration and fascination being in the 21st century.
"We should give him a second chance." You started.
"Can we please leave?" Bonnie asked, her tone quivering with fear. You frowned at this, bonnie was never this frantic to leave so it must be really serious. You wanted to get the rest of your siblings adjusted your long lost brother. What was more important right now was your girlfriend's mental health and besides it was her birthday. So you didn't want to let the birthday girl down.
Driving to her home, you being the gentlewoman that you are – opened the door for her as she playfully glared at you. Opening the door for her and welcoming her inside first and following her in after, shutting the door behind you.
"Can you run me a bath?" Bonnie politely asked, batting her eyelashes. Your heart warmed at the sight and how could you resist those eyes.
"Anything for you, darling." You quickly ran up the stairs, preparing the bubble bath knowing that the bennett witch loved bubble baths and not just plain water.
"You must be so pent up." You chuckled as you poured one glass of wine for the birthday girl. It was all about her this day and you intended to make sure that it came to pass. Even though, you always made sure that everyday was her birthday with your affection and let me tell you – bonnie loves that affection.
"Oh, you have no idea." Bonnie remarked back, taking off her clothes and soaking her body in the bubbles bath, sighing in relaxation when the suds covered her body. Walking over to her, handing her the red wine, she silently thanks you as she begins to drink it.
"So, you want to talk about what ha–"
She sharply cut you off, "Please, [name]. Not now, I just want to be with you right now." Nodding softly as you kissed the side of her cheek making her smile in response. "Anything you want."
Sitting behind her, you started to massage her shoulders, making her hum in satisfication. This went on for about 10 more minutes, satisfied to know that all of her stress was now gone. Being a ex masseuse had its pros so you would extremely talented with your hands – both sexual and non-sexual.
"Get dress darling. I'll make you your favorite." You spoke to her, putting the robe onto her and guiding her to the bedroom. Closing the door, you jog down the stairs to the kitchen and began to set up the dinner table like you were at a fancy restaurant. With all the fancy red wine and flowers and candles because it was gonna be dark soon. This was how it looked.
After you finished setting up the table, you started grabbing the ingredients out of the fridge and placing them on the clean counter. The most and first important rule to start cooking is to wash your hands and you did just so. After doing so, you took out the cutting board, cooking utensils, colander and two pots and got to work. You were preparing homemade spaghetti for the beautiful birthday girl and it was gonna be delicious.
"Smells good." Bonnie compliments as she walks in the kitchen, sitting down, biting down on her lip to stop herself from smiling. She was just on time, you were wrapping up the food.
"Well thank you very much." You replied back smiling lightly, taking up her food on a plate. Pulling the seat out for her, letting her sit down and pushes it in lightly. Popping open the cork from the wine bottle, you instantly poured in bonnie's glass first and than placed her food in front of her. Walking over your own seat, only gulping down some wine.
"How is it?" You asked, leaning slightly kinda curious for her answer. Apparently bonnie stuffing her face with the spaghetti wasn't enough to please you. She began to talk with the food in her mouth but you were able to make it out as; "This is so good!! It's extraordinary."
After bonnie finished her food, you couldn't contain your excitement anymore. "I have a– well two gifts for you." You announced, taking the two gift bags from their hiding which was underneath the table. Bonnie grabbed the bag first and opened it to find Ms. Cuddles and she lets out a surprises gasp. Facing her childhood bear towards you, "Where did you find her?"
"A magician never tells their secrets." You laughed before pushing the next present to her, "Here! Now open this one."
Raising her eyebrows in anticipation, her face held uncertainness in them, "If this is a snake. I'll literally kill you."
"I would never scare my bennett witch."
Her eyes lighted up in amazement when she opens the pandora box. "Is this...a wedding ring?" She trailed off, gazing at the blinging ring in the box. This is how the ring looked.
"No, it's a promise ring for now." You continued, "I promise to never cheat on you or hurt you in anyway." Your eyes twinkled in admiration of your girlfriend as she carefully too it out of the mini box and places it on her ring finger. It just fits like a glove even though it was a shit ton of your money gone, it was worth it and anything was worth for bonnie bennett.
Maybe, she'll make the same face in adoration when there's an actual wedding ring on her finger. If you think that was too much money just for that promise ring than imagine the wedding price.
"I love them! I love them! I love you!" She exclaimed, running to you like a toddler, "Thank you, babe. Besides, you would never cheat on me, I trust you." The bennett witch rewards you with a passionate and playful kiss. Bonnie knew that you were to good to be true.
Frowning internally, she gazes down to the floor thinking for how she treated kai. I mean she deserved to treat him like that after all that he had done to her. Pulling away from the kiss to see your smiling and went back to sit down.
Will she have the heart to forgive him just for you? That was it, bonnie had already made up her mind, she was willing to get along with Kai just because he's your brother. Well, after you take care of her with her now PTSD. You were happy and bonnie was happy. You made each other happy and that was all that matters right now.
"Bonnie? What are you doi–" Bonnie interrupted him, her hands outwards, flinging him across the room to the wall. Groaning at the impact as his body makes contact with the floor, hearing footsteps recede to him.
"I came here to give you a second chance." She explained to the siphon warlock, giving him a ansemia, hearing cries of agony, "So don't screw it up." Bringing her hand down, stopping the spell from going any further.
"Yes ma'am." He responded. Even though, bonnie was still scared of him, she still kept her distance from kai. The boy didn't even go 5 ft near bonnie. You don't mess around when it comes to bonnie, no matter who you are; friends or relatives, same rules applies for everyone.
You so kindly asked your eldest brother or more like, you ordered him to not touch bonnie or you'll throw his ass back in the prison world with no chance of escaping. Kai knew that you weren't too powerful to make that actually happen but he wasn't taking any chances. He had already missed so much of your life so he definitely wasn't going to miss out on anymore.
Even though bonnie might not mention it now but she was eventually warming up to kai but for now, safety procedures until she deems it necessary.
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One Eyed Snakes Reference Sheet
Because sometimes a wiki isn’t enough and also I wanted to headcanon some biker names lol
Club:
Horny Dave’s Favorite Jam:
Activities:
Partakes in criminal activities such as robbing, looting, cooking and selling crystal meth
Drinking and drinking contests, smoking, opening a beer bottle with boobs is considered an art
Arm wrestling
Listening to music: memorial jam is over 21 minute rock song (which seems to have strong psychedelia influence), ending credits song similar to Mama Kin by Aerosmith
Locations:
Stopped in Macon, Georgia at least once when the azaleas were in bloom
Attends bike week in Laconia, New Hampshire, which happens in June
Allies/Enemies:
Enemies with the Buzzard Kings, who throw Molotov cocktails
Allies with Easy Beavers, who appear to be majority female gang
Gives one eyed snake cards to people they owe a favor to, which must be presented in window
Patches: Critter explains patches on Horny Dave’s vest to Belcher kids in family friendly way
Tickling a c0p (likely assaulting an officer)
Not being associated with the wh!te p0wer movement (unclear of true meaning, emphasis on “not” seems to imply the opposite)
Blowing up a bunch of balloons (likely large scale property damage)
Style of Humor:
Nonchalant criminal activity
Down to earth and in tune with sensitivity/intuition
Style of Speech:
Southern dialect (Tennessee for Critter)
Biker speak (Roamin’ Bob-iday references)
While they mostly speak colloquially and with contractions, a lack of contractions and flowery/overstated language is utilized for humor (Mudflap: I do not think so, Linda . . . You started crying tears of genuine emotional sadness)
General:
History of being intolerant to other races and parents. Mostly male members but a few female bikers. Several members on LinkedIn. Nursing student sold them OxyContin and taught club infant CPR. Initiation is tough, assumed to include weeding out posers through physical violence.
Horny Dave was chapter leader until he was in a gruesome accident. Critter took over after his death. Ice Pick is now presumably acting president, as he makes decisions for the club in Wag The Hog, with Critter taking more time off to be with Sidecar and work a straight job.
Bikers:
Critter and Mudflap: See wiki
Rat Daddy: Intimidates Mort into keeping Horny Dave’s favorite jam cranked. Friends with Horny Dave. Appreciates flowers and is aware of seasonal blooms. Talks openly to kids and answers questions about drugs honestly with no filter.
Ice Pick: Stands in as club decision maker in Critter’s absence. Sensitive to other people’s state of mind, his own image, and accepting of social media. Growls at Kenny but takes a selfie with him. Capable of being persuaded and recognizing perspective.
Nasty Slim: Gets in a fist fight with Statch. Gets too drunk and needs to be carried out of the restaurant by two women who seem amused by him.
Scab: Tags onto whatever has been said. “Critter hasn’t talked to us in weeks.” “Yeah and he hardly wants any meth.” “And other races.” “And you can sell it to this square over here.”
Statch: Locks and blocks the door to fight honkies. Rides an American flag bike. Fights with Nasty Slim. Seen in heated conversation with Slim and Margo. Takes selfie with Kenny. Name is slang for Statutory.
Mutton: Stands separate with Critter and Rat Daddy in Earsy Rider. One of the first to enter Bob’s Burgers and waves everyone else inside after confirming there is beer. Has heated conversation with Ice Pick and has a barbed wire tattoo.
Ruby: Attends baby shower and plays diaper game. Doesn’t appear to stick to anyone in particular. Seemingly younger as she has no visible wrinkles and younger style of dress and hair (shaved in Earsy Rider, pixie cut in Roamin’ Bob-iday?)
Tang: Riding on the back of Mutton’s bike. Attends baby shower. Enthusiastic about winner of arm wrestling contest.
Pidge: Riding on the back of Scab’s bike. Damascus had his arm around her and they appear to be talking to each other across booths. Helps Slim when too drunk. Wears a shirt baring her midriff.
Damascus: Seen with arm around Pidge.
Margo: Helps Slim when he’s too drunk. Seemingly uncomfortable with an angry Statch. Attends baby shower.
Ol’ Wayne: Lost drinking contest to Mudflap.
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this session was the best and was literally like going to therapy LMAO
"sometimes it's really hard to accept that people care about you"
"it's not a weakness to care about people"
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Quarantine.20
[Masterlist]
Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers But as slow as you can go until the anticipation kills us all…
Genres: friendship, drama, romance SLOWEST OF BURNS BUT IT WILL BE BURNING AN ETERNAL FLAME!!!
Rating: PG-13 and above
Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city.
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Announcement: This chapter made me very happy we are finding a little more about Y/N’s personality. So far we know she is Adaptable, Stubborn, Emotional, a real Chaotic Good. She makes her own way a free spirit and a good heart. She won’t sit around if there is something she can do. Giving Y/N depth and character and own personal struggles besides that with the love interest.
The boys will be learning valuable lessons in the next chapter. So stay tuned.
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“You can’t just abandon the people when they need help!” The tired doctor hissed into the phone, his hair disheveled and the bags under his eyes extremely noticeable. You had just returned from delivering supplies. “Too many safety hazards, what about the safety of the people?”
“What’s going on?” You asked the young woman who was in charge of logging each supply run while watching the doctor pace the room. Pulling yourself to sit onto the health center's desk and Casually juggling three mandarins much to the young children’s amusement, there was a boy who had a broken leg, a teen in all black trying to look indifferent after an appendicitis and a young girl with a chemical burn.
“The hospital has stopped sending out the paramedics when the sun goes down, the drivers have almost resulted in a few crashes and then with the number of gangs out there taking supplies and such. It’s too risky” the woman said, the doctor looked so angry you could almost see smoke coming from his ears.
“What about if people are dying?”
She looked up at you surprised no one really got to hear you speak more than one sentence at a time, “They say they can't do anything about it”
“If that’s the case I will go to them, and perform in-home care, until morning. Or if they are safe to move then I will do so to wherever is closest otherwise, I will wait with them until morning”
The Doctor turned to you hearing your words and started talking rapidly into the phone. After several minutes he put his hand to the receiver “Are you seriously willing to do this? you will be required to learn first aid and CPR” You nodded, having until the sun was down to learn all the basics. Lucky for you, you passed the advanced day course and were given instructions.
The moment night fell you would be directed to any call outs, the first was a child who split their head open by a falling snow globe, they sent a photo of the severity. The doctor at the clinic explained it could easily be glued shut as it wasn’t too big and to deliver some paracetamol elixir. You took the motorized scooter which you had attached one of the wagons on the back and hurried down the streets. Something about this felt different, the numbness seemed to ease and you were able to feel the weight of your decision.
Yes, leaving the BigHit building had initially been a reckless decision made to spite others, then it was taken from your hands and you were practically forced to go. But this was your decision, this wasn’t to impress anyone or to show off, this was doing what you wanted and what you thought was right by your morals. You couldn’t sit around while people were in need of help. With your bag in the front basket and gun over your shoulder, you moved quickly through the streets.
Arriving at the house you followed the instructions of the doctor. Sealing the wound and checked for any concussion or swelling from the trauma. Smiling at the boy you gave him a sticker of a dinosaur. You told the parents what to do and to call if they had any issues, they thanked you.
Before you had left there was another emergency, across town an older man was having chest pain. You went straight over, helping him into the Hazard suit with a working breather, placed him in the wagon and rode back to the clinic. The doctor immediately conducted an ECG and determined he was having a heart attack and had been for a while. He was stabilized and you felt your body relax with the relief, he had been such a kind, old man. This was definitely a tough job, but you felt tiny flecks of warmth in your chest.
Unable to identify the feeling but it wasn’t bad, you were sitting beside the man. He spoke of his wife who was in the hospital and how he wanted to see her. You comforted him and as he relaxed he asked you about your life. When and why you came to Korea, and about the man you were in love with. You winced.
“What happened?”
“Uh it’s complicated” Taking your leave going to the vending machine for a coffee and something to eat, you were still using Mister Lee’s card the IOU list was gradually getting bigger. As you walked past the room you hear the nurse telling the older gentleman about what had happened to you. Calling it a night you shuffled to the clinic’s staff room, it was almost morning and it had gotten quiet. But before you made it to the door, the radio went off again a woman had gone into labour.
Turning around you headed to the doctor who helped you pack a bag with everything you would need; clamps, sterile instruments and even a pair of Air Pods. Telling you, he would talk to you the whole time and guide you through it. With the address in the GPS, you stepped out wasting no time to cross the town. The doctor was telling you everything you needed to know as you headed over.
Arriving at the woman’s house, she unlocked the door and you told her to step back. Ducking inside quickly so as to not bring too much poisonous gas into the house, you shut the door behind you. Stripping off the suit and hanging it up you put on your protective gear.
She was pacing, breathing heavily and rubbing her stomach. You spoke to her in Korean and she looked at you so scared her husband was stuck across town in his company face-timing her.
You set up an area on the ground laying out a plastic tarp, you were wearing goggles and a medical mask, you washed your hands slipping on gloves. You had acquired all of these from the store. Asking the woman to let you check how far along you were, not wanting to reveal you didn’t know what you were doing.
Feeling extremely unprepared, but knowing help wouldn’t come until the next morning you squared your shoulders ready to take on this challenge. You were the only help this woman had. She was stressed enough as it was, you would do your best to pretend you knew what you were doing. This was just like going on stage and playing a role while dancing, you would play this role until you felt that it was truly who you were.
“My name is Y/N, What is yours?”
“My name is Myunghee,” she said, “have you delivered babies before?”
“Six” you smiled not wanting to tell you it was your pet cat who had given birth in the kitchen and you just sat around while she did all the work.
Hiding your fear, the doctor was in your ear guiding you through the steps, you checked how far along she was and hummed she wasn’t quite ready to push yet, at least not to how the doctor explained. Telling her there was still some time. Not enough that you would make it to the hospital but enough time to try to relax.
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Descendants of the Moon
Descendants of the Moon Masterlist
Tag list: @chastja @multi-fan-trash @serpentityx @syublush @laadychat @whoissheff Dm me if you want to be on the tag list!
Word Count: 3,356
Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line
Key: Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama
There Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked
Episode 11:
*Since Dae Young and Shi Jin know who's the confirmed case, Dae Young has a moment with Myung Ju. Dae Young was put in quarantine by himself, while Myung Ju did the same.*
Yoo Ji woke up, she hadn’t had a good night's sleep for so long, she forgot how it felt. Everything that happened a few hours ago came rushing into her brain. She groaned and tried to sit up. Gwang Nam who just came into the room saw her trying to sit up and rushed to help her.
“Slow down,” he told her,
“But Mo Yeon and Myung Ju-” she stopped when she saw Mo Yeon come into her room.
“I am fine, Myung Ju is quarantined with Manager Jin to check on his recovery,” she informed her.
“She has it?” Yoo Ji asked, her voice was hoarse.
“She’ll be fine, she has a good immune system” Mo Yeon assured while looking at her vitals.
“Have you been taking your medicine?” Yoo Ji avoided her eyes, she didn't take it anymore.
“Why are you here? You need to go take care of Myung Ju. I am fine,” Yoo Ji told her.
“I can't do anything at this point, but hope for the best” Mo Yeon replied looking at Yoo Ji with a hard stare.
“What about Dae Y-” Yoo Ji’s question was caught off by Mo Yeon.
“Can you stop worrying about other people and start taking care of yourself? You can't keep on fainting everywhere like this!” Mo Yeon scolded her.
“I was getting better, so I stopped taking them” Yoo Ji stated, she understood that Mo Yeon was concerned, and was under the pressure right now.
“Are you having nightmares still?” Gwang Nam broke the silence they were in. Yoo Ji found Mo Yeon’s eyes. Mo Yeon told him, she realized. Yoo Ji sighed, this was something personal.
“Yes, but how do you know about that” Yoo Ji ended up saying instead of yelling in anger. She released a breath to calm her heartbeat down. It didn't really help that she was hooked up to a monitor that was beating crazily next to her.
“Actually never mind, Mo Yeon told you but that doesn't mean you had any right to dig into my past” she calmly said, even if she didn't feel calm.
“But I understand, but I can't deal with this right now” Yoo Ji finished, taking out the IV and trying to leave the room.
“Look, I am sorry, I know I overstepped a line, but I was concerned and I didn't know what else to do.” Gwang Nam’s exasperated voice told her from behind. He held onto one of her hands.
“I just need to be alone right now.” Yoo Ji insisted softly. She went back to her room. She took a deep breath and let it out. Yoo Ji went to change and take a shower since she was still in her clothes and they were sticky with her sweat. When she’s done with her shower, she goes to the common room to get something to eat.
Mo Yeon had gathered the kids to give them their medicines and vaccinations, Fatima was there to translate what she said. A few minutes later, the lights give out and they are covered in darkness. Yoo Ji’s eyes found Mo Yeon’s in the darkness and she dropped what she had in her hands and went running to the ICU. Manager Jin was hooked up to a respiratory machine and if the electricity went out he’ll suffocate. Mo Yeon soon remembered and went to check too.
Yoo Ji arrived to find Woo Geun standing by the door holding a flashlight, looking in. Yoo Ji peered inside and found Chi Hoon on top of Manager Jin, holding him still while he was having a seizure.
“I am coming in,” Yoo Ji told Woo Geun, who held onto her arm.
“They told me not to, we need to fix the electricity first” he informed her. She relaxed and nodded. Mo Yeon arrived and started putting on the protective gear and went inside immediately. Yoo Ji’s eyes wandered inside, Chi Hoon was performing CPR.
“The fuse went out we need to reignite it,” Woo Geun told Yoo Ji who was trying to not focus on the yelling inside of the room.
“Have you tried to turn off the main power and turn it on again?” Yoo Ji asked.
“Yes, it didn't do anything” he responded. Yoo Ji took a look at the panel and found that some wires were not fully connected which is what caused the fuse to be blown.
“Do you have gloves?” Yoo Ji asked. He nodded and handed her some heavy-duty gloves. She put them on and grabbed the blue wire and tightened its connection with the yellow wire. She looked at the panel one more time and flipped the switch off and then on. The light was back up.
After the patient was stable, Mo Yeon started doing the tests on Chi Hoon and getting a sample of his blood, they would have to send it to the U.S. military for testing. Yoo Ji got up from the floor and took off the gloves.
“Where did you learn to fix lights?” Woo Geun asked curiously.
“I read powerhouse manuals in my spare time” she sarcastically said.
“If the off/on thing doesn't work, usually that means that something is loose,” she told him as she threw the gloves back to him and walked out.
She was still hungry but it seems like every time she is going to get food something happens. Some of the doctors set up their work in the common room and were vaccinating people. Yoo Ji went by the fridge to pick up her bread. When a commotion happened, and she found multiple men coming in, and behind them Agus. he smiled cynically at her when he noticed her. Fatima gasped and started running when Mo Yeon came and stood in between them. Woo Geun was right behind the doctor and started murmuring into his radio.
“Long time no see, Mun” Agus addressed Yoo Ji.
“I would say it’s a pleasure but I’d be lying” Yoo Ji gritted out.
His eyes flickered to Fatima for a split second and he clenched his jaw and his hand felt his stomach. Yoo Ji tilted her head, that’s where Fatima shot him. The ghost of the bullet will always be there.
Agus started moving forward closer to Mo Yeon and Fatima, when Yoo Ji finally noticed Gwang Nam behind him, looking uneasy. He made eye contact with Yoo Ji and warned her to not make any rash decisions. His eyes lowered to one of the men and Yoo Ji’s eyes followed; they were armed.
Shi Jin and Dae Young burst through the door and approached the scene. Shi Jin stood between Agus and Mo Yeon.
“It’s good to see familiar faces,” Agus started, “Former comrade, my lifesaver, and my little red rose” he addressed Shi Jin, Mo Yeon, and Fatima.
“Do you think he's come to be tested for the M3 virus?” Mo Yeon asked Shi Jin in Korean.
“Virus? We already tested negative. Apparently the U.S. military loves me more than when I was the Delta Force Captain,” David Agus responded to what he thought the doctor asked, he was right but that didn't make him less of an asshole.
“Watch your mouth” Shi Jin growled out. Agus put up his hands and shook his head.
“Okay, we can catch up next time, I am here to visit my Korean friend; Mr. Jin” Agus took a seat and relaxed.
“Your friends aren’t welcome here, so...get lost” Shi Jin told him. Yoo Ji wanted to applaud, but instead, she mentally scoffed, she didn't think Agus and his men would leave without what they came here for.
“Well, I can catch up with him another time, but I heard my stuff is here,” Agus said with casualness, Yoo Ji didn't understand if it was from stupidity or ego. Yoo Ji raised her eyebrows, Agus wasn't the type to give up easily, what the hell is he planning.
“Can I see that instead?” Agus grinned.
“I will give you 10 seconds to get out of my face” Shi Jin paused.
“10, 9-” Agus shook his head and put his hand in his pocket, immediately the Alpha team pulled out their weapons and aimed at Agus and his men. Gwang Nam moved and got closer to Agus. his eyes never flickering anywhere else but on his target. Yoo Ji watched him. The doctors who were still vaccinating halted and stared as the situation quickly rose. This isn’t the first time Alpha team has raised their arms in the face of threat.
Agus slowly pulled out his hand from his coat, revealing two glass bottles.
“You son of a bitch!” Yoo Ji exclaimed. He looked back at her.
“Ah, so you know what this is” he responded, ignoring her insult, he clicked the glasses together. Mo Yeon squinted and realized what the bottles were.
“It's an immunoglobulin.”
“This is for you, I couldn't come empty-handed. Please bring him back, I have a lot to say to him” he looked at Mo Yeon.
He looked around, “looks like everyone is busy, so we shall go,” he smirked and started backing up and moving towards the exit. Gwang Nam and Cheol Ho walked backward still their weapons raised and escorted them out.
“He seems to have known about the US. Military plans” Dae Young stated.
“As well as our strategy” Shi Jin added, Shi Jin sighed and turned to look at Dae Young with an uneasy look.
“Strengthen the security around the barracks” Shi Jin instructed him.
Nurse Ha and Mo Yeon had a conversation but it was too quiet for Yoo Ji to hear, her eyes wandered to Gwang Nam and found him already staring at her. She stared right back. She wasn't pissed off, but she was mad that he didn't respect her privacy. But then again it's not like she doesn't try to dig up his information too. Yoo Ji mentally groaned and broke eye contact, she was being a hypocrite, but she didn't want his pity. She left the scene and went somewhere else to eat her sandwich in peace.
A few hours later she saw the local police arrive on base, she walked closer before pulling one of the soldiers,
“Where is captain Yoo?” she asked.
“Alpha team went to retrieve the medicine,” he responded.
Yoo Ji looked at the car again and found the leader of the gang that they beat up sitting there, smiling. The police work for whoever pays the most. Yoo Ji scowled and started making her way to the car.
They were dragging Fatima to the car when Mo Yeon came out and was talking them out of taking the girl. The gang leader came out of the car and whispered to the policeman. Then she watched as both Mo Yeon and Fatima got in the car. Yoo Ji shook her head and looked for one of the cars on base to follow them. She quickly got in a jeep and sped behind them, making sure to stay a distance behind them to not alert the police. She thanked god it wasn't one of the marked military cars and was a solid green. She quickly sent a text to Cheol Ho telling him that she’s following the car that took Mo Yeon. She hoped he would see it soon.
-The next morning-
*Shi Jin and Dae Young stayed with Myung Ju the whole night making sure she was okay after the medicine was administered. Shi Jin noticed that Mo Yeon was gone and went to ask Min Ji about it when she told him that Mo Yeon left with the police because they wanted to arrest Fatima.*
Right at that moment, Shi Jin’s radio went off with Cheol Ho’s panicked voice.
“Doctor Kang Mo Yeon has been taken by the police, and Mun Yoo Ji is tailing them, she sent me a text message last night but I didn't see it until now”
Shi Jin went to grab one of the cars, when Gwang Nam came out, looking panicked.
“One of the cars is gone, Yoo Ji has it but she’s not armed,” he told his Captain.
“I’ll find them, don’t worry” Shi Jin nodded assuringly to Gwang Nam.
Shi Jin was gone for four hours, when he came back he looked extremely angry, and unstable. He radioed Dae Young to Check on Myung Ju.
“I think the medicine is working” Dae Young responded.
“That’s a relief”
“Were you able to find Yoo Ji?” Dae Young asked him to be briefed on the situation. He didn't know whether to laugh or yell at her actions.
“No,” Shi Jin told him, looking away. Yoo Ji was caught and was probably hidden somewhere in Agus’s safe house, along with Mo Yeon. he couldn't tell anyone.
“I’ll be going out for a bit, I won't be able to come to see you before I go, though,” Shi Jin told Dae Young
“Are you going somewhere- Myung Ju is waking up, I’ll call you back as soon as I can” Dae Young’s hurried voice called out but Shi Jin was already dressed and ready to go. He was cladded in all black.
-A few hours earlier-
“I can't believe I got caught, this is ridiculous” Yoo Ji murmured as she struggled against the ropes. She just woke up after being knocked out for the night. She looked around and saw that it was a bare room, nothing in it except its bare walls. She had forgotten her radio and they took her phone, she scowled herself for not bringing the radio she could’ve radioed the soldiers for help. Yoo Ji mentally groaned, she even knows her location goddamn it! The doors clicked open and it revealed Agus and the guy that faked being in the UN.
“Hello, Mun Yoo Ji” Agus said to her as he crouched and tilted her head towards him when she refused to look at him.
“You know, this is the third time I’ve been kidnapped, it’s getting old,” she said with a sarcastic tone before glaring at him.
“It wouldn’t happen so much if you minded your own business,” Agus said with a fake frown on his face as he gripped her chin harder.
“I can’t help it, my sense of heroism won’t let me sleep” Yoo Ji retorted back.
“Just like your sense of right and wrong is skewed the wrong direction” she snapped at him, taking him by surprise when she buttheaded him in the head. He winced and glared at her, she smirked back.
“You bitch!” he hissed back, he backhanded her. Yoo Ji spits out the blood collecting in her mouth.
“This is where you’re wrong, no one knows you’re here, no one will come to save you this time” he stated with a sadistic smile.
“This is where the fun begins” he patted her redding cheek. He signaled the brown-haired boy to tape her mouth shut.
“You should tell me your name, I can't keep on calling Fake U.N. guy all the time” Yoo Ji started before he taped her mouth shut and glaring at her. She rolled her eyes at him, he won’t tell her his name then.
They left her room and locked the door. She started working on the knots, they were tighter than she remembers, but that just meant she had to take longer to unravel them. Once she got the knots off, she removed the tape on her mouth and started working on her feet.
“Huh, they changed the guy that ties up their hostages, they’re a lot sturdier” she murmured to herself. She picked the lock with a bobby pin that she had in her pocket. She doesn’t wear bobby pins but she knows how useful they can be in situations like this. She watched the shadows from under the door and made sure she didn't hear anyone outside her door, before opening the door. She checked the hallway. It was empty.
She crept down the hallway trying to find the room they had Mo Yeon or Fatima in. Instead, she stumbled upon a room full of children, she motioned for them to be quiet. She worked on their knots.
“Don’t move or make noises, I will come back for you when I find my friends, okay?” she told them in Arabic, making sure they understood. There was a camera inside the room. She got out one more time but forgot about checking so she was seen by a guard, she was able to disarm him quickly without making too much noise, she didn't knock him out but grabbed his neck.
“Where is Agus keeping the Doctor and Fatima?” she asked harshly, squeezing his neck, making his choke.
“Not here. Not here, they went to meet the Captain” he choked out when she saw how reluctant he was about giving information. She smiled and punched him, knocking him out completely. She grabbed one of the ropes the kids were tied in and tied him up.
“Watch him, make sure he doesn’t escape,” she told the kids and winked at them. She got out again, this time being more careful. She was able to get a good look around when she stumbled upon a room that seemed like the main room that the men hung out in. There were at least 6 there at the moment. She hid her body behind the wall and listened in. they were talking about what they were going to do with the money they get from trafficking the children.
Suddenly she was grabbed from the back and thrown onto the floor, in front of all six men, now seven.
“Oh hey guys, how y’all doing?” she chuckled as she got up. They didn't respond, they just charged without a second thought. She dropped into a crouch and stuck out her leg and tripped two men, then stood up and avoided a punch to her nose.
“Don’t touch the face, it’s the moneymaker, I still need to be able to get married guys” she joked as she grabbed someone’s fist and brought it down to the groundbreaking of his knuckles.
She turned around and quickly ducked to avoid smashing her nose. But she wasn’t able to avoid a punch to the gut. She groaned in pain and quickly elbowed the attacker in the head so he’d knock out. She heaved as the pain slowly spread in her abdomen. Another fist flew towards her and she couldn't avoid it, slowly she gave up trying to fight them and instead she focused on avoiding their attacks.
She couldn't overpower seven grown men and was thrown into her holding cell with knots tights there before. She sighed in pain as her body ached from the fight. She smiled though. While they were distracted she was able to hide a pocket knife in her pants while she was fighting them. She maneuvered to grab it from her back pocket, but pain seared from her shoulder.
“Okay, a break first then I’ll try again” she bit her lip and slumped against the wall. Her erratic breathing was all she could hear. Her mind cleared from her racing thoughts, her breathing started to calm down. She made up her mind, once she hears Agus come back she will get out of the ropes and find Mo Yeon. it would be more effective if she tried to escape and found Mo Yeon immediately instead of wandering around.
Yoo Ji opened her eyes again, groaning, she heard the sound of a car pulling in, he’s back. She heard a bunch of footsteps thundering. The henchmen are going to meet their leader. She winced while moving her shoulder, the pain was there but it wasn’t too bad. She got out the pocket knife and started cutting the rope. She’ll have better luck this time.
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Deadly Definitions 12
Hello, welcome back to Deadly Definitions. Find the first 11.5 parts here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10 Part 11 Tags: @l4life @ahoy-ladies-67
Four days had gone by since you found the video and handed it over to the Sheriff. Four days since Clifford Blossom hung himself. Four days since the Blossom’s drug run came out into the open. And now, everyone was condemned to face the aftermath.
On Monday, Betty post an article to the Blue and Gold webpage that shed truth on all that had been going on in Riverdale and in defense of FP. It was some of her best work. Meanwhile, the Sheriff was drilling FP trying to get names of the Serpent drug runners. At the same time, Veronica’s mother was starting to prepare for her husband’s return. You and Jughead were trying to figure out your next move.
On Tuesday, you, Archie, and Betty had been called down to the Principal’s office. You and Archie still hadn’t really talked and the truth was that he was worried about you. His worry only grew when he found that you weren’t at school. The purpose of the meeting was simple. Principal Weatherbee and Mayor McCoy wanted you and Archie to perform at the 75th anniversary Jubilee with Josie and the Pussy cats. They also wanted Betty to give a speech to inspire town unity. Betty asked why Jughead was being left out, after all, he did the most in solving Jason’s murder. The mayor gave a very political answer and then dismissed both Archie and Betty.
As they left, Archie asked Betty if she had seen you or if she had any clue where you were. She didn’t, but she noted that she hadn’t seen Jughead either. Archie wondered where the two of you were.
The answer to that question was at the police station. FP was technically your guardian and seeing as he was looking at being in prison for a long period of time, you and Jughead would have to find a new guardian or be placed in the foster system. You immediately called Archie’s dad in tears.
When he showed up he talked to Keller and offered to take you and Jughead in. The problem was that social workers were already involved and everything had to be official. He didn’t meet the requirements to host one of you let alone both of you. There were two foster families on the southside that agreed to take one of you in, that not only meant that the two of you would be split up, but you would both have to attend Southside High. Upon hearing this you had enough and ran out of the station.
Why was this happening? You didn’t want to leave, this was your home. You had already lost so much, you didn’t want to lose Archie too. You knew that if you went to the Southside that everything would change. You wanted to scream, to punch something, to hide away from everything. And so, you started walking towards the river.
Meanwhile back at school, Cheryl was being odd even for Cheryl. She was giving away things and saying goodbyes. Veronica confronted her and told her that everything would get better. But Cheryl wasn’t sad, she was at peace, which completely threw Veronica off. Betty had called Jughead and discovered what had happened that morning. He informed her that he would be arriving back at school any minute.
Archie called you for what seemed like the hundredth time. At this point you either didn’t have your phone, it was dead, or you were purposefully ignoring him. He went to send you a text but Veronica pulled him away along with Jughead.
“Veronica, what’s going on?” he asked.
“It’s Betty” was all she said before they got to the crowded hall. They pushed their way through and saw that someone had vandalized her locker. There were many copies of her article along with a hanging voodoo doll. The whole thing was covered in blood that read ‘Go To HELL SERPENT SLUT’. Jughead quickly stepped in between her and the scene.
“Betty,” he whispered.
She ran into his arms trying to rip the papers down, “It’s just some jerk with a can of spray paint” he cried.
“Betty,” he said as he held her firmly, “I don’t think that’s spray paint,” he said as he forced her away.
The entire group locked themselves in the blue and gold office and comforted her. After a while, Archie asked Jug if he knew where you were. That is when Jug informed everyone about what had happened at the Sheriff’s station that morning. They were all in shock over the news. Betty and Veronica called their mom’s about taking you in. Veronica’s said no because of Hiram's return and Betty’s said they couldn’t with Polly and the babies. Everything was happening so fast.
Archie was going to leave and look for you so you wouldn’t have to go through all of this alone. But before he could, Veronica received a text from Cheryl. ‘Thanks for trying, I’m going to be with JJ’ it read.
“Om my god” she gasped showing the message to her friends.
“Where would Cheryl go to be with Jason?” Betty questioned.
“Sweetwater River” Archie realized and they all raced there.
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Sweetwater River had always been the place you came when you needed to clear your head. There was something so serene about it, especially in the wintertime. You walked around for a while, trudging through the snow, your only regret was that you weren’t wearing warmer clothes. You went to the lookout and noticed that there was someone on the ice. You quickly realized that it was Cheryl Blossom. You made your way down to the bank and called out to her. She simply ignored you and started pounding on the ice.
You had no choice and carefully walked out to her. “Cheryl, what are you doing out here?” you asked.
She was absolutely distraught, “I’m going to be with JJ.”
“Come on Cheryl, let’s go back to the bank and we can talk about this,” you instructed calmly.
“I don’t want to go back, I just want this to be over,” she cried.
“It’s okay Cheryl it’s all going to be okay, we just have to get off the ice”
“No, it’s never going to be okay again,” she sobbed.
“Cheryl I understand what you're going through, I was thinking the same thing when I lost my parents, but it gets better I promise.”
“It can’t” she cried.
You were going to continue, but you felt the ice shift ever-so-slightly under your feet. At this time you could hear Archie and the gang calling out for Cheryl. This was scary as you didn’t know how it would force her to react.
You refocused your attention on her, “Come on Cheryl, let’s go” you tried ignoring your friends.
“I can’t go back,” she whispered.
“Yes, you can. Jason would want you to. He would want you to live your life. Please come with me, do it for Jason,” you tried starting to get desperate.
Cheryl paused for a moment, it felt like an eternity, before she nodded her head in agreement. You sighed in relief and put your arms around her guiding her back when you heard the cracking.
There was no time to react before both you and Cheryl were underwater. It was so dark and cold. You had an arm around Cheryl and worked against the current to force her back to the surface. It was all happening so fast. You tried to focus on the light was coming from the hole where the two of you fell in. You pushed her up as someone was pulling her out of the water. It was a struggle as the current felt like it was getting stronger, or maybe your body was just starting to go numb. You tried to fight your way back over to the surface but it was becoming too hard. All you could focus on was how cold it was. And then you couldn’t focus at all.
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“Oh my god, Cheryl’s on the ice” Betty said as they got to the shoreline where they could see.
“Who is that with her?” Veronica asked.
“It’s Y/n” Archie whispered fear sinking in.
“Shouldn’t we go get them?” Veronica asked wondering why they were just standing there.
“We can’t V, it’s not safe” Betty answered.
“She’s right, we don’t want to risk putting too much weight on the ice,” Jughead agreed.
They watched in utter silence as the scene unfolded before them, only able to hear fragments of sentences.
“Okay, they’re coming back,” Veronica acknowledged.
They were relieved momentarily, but then they watched in horror as the ice cracked submerging both of you.
Archie sprinted out to the hole and laid on his stomach shoving his hand through to grab Cheryl. He ignored how cold it was and how his muscles ached from the action. Jughead was soon by his side helping him pull her out. As soon as she was, she was coughing and freaking out. Jughead ordered Betty and Veronica to take her back to the shore, wanting to minimize the weight on the ice. Archie went back for you but the current was starting to pull you away. He scooted himself forward and reached again desperately, just barely managing to grab your jacket. It was enough though and he was able to pull you closer and get a better grip before pulling you out.
As he got you out of the water he was freaking out. You were unconscious and so cold. He lowered his ear over your mouth, listening to see if you were breathing. You weren’t. He didn’t hesitate to start CPR, terrified of screwing it up. Jughead had no choice but to stand there and watch.
“Come on, Y/n!” Archie cried out as he started doing chest compressions again. This wasn’t happening. Jughead turned away, he couldn’t watch. But suddenly he heard you start coughing up water and gasping for air before passing out again.
As you started to come to, you were freezing and very confused. You faintly remember being picked up and carried. You remember hearing Archie apologize repeatedly as he stripped off your wet clothes and slipped one of his shirts over your head. He went downstairs grabbed a space heater, blankets, and hot cocoa. When he returned, he took his shirt off and put some sweatpants on before joining you. He was holding you tightly and you were thankful for the warmth that radiated off of him.
“Archie?” you sniffled.
“Y/n, hey, how are you feeling?” he asked rubbing his hands over your arms.
“Cold” you tried to joke.
“I’m so glad that you’re okay,” he replied.
“You saved my life,” you whispered.
“And you saved Cheryls” he reminded.
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s with Veronica now.”
You wrapped yourself around him and he readjusted the blankets around the two of you.
“Thank you,” you smiled.
“Here, I made you hot chocolate,” he said as he handed you a mug.
You took it and sipped it slowly. Before handing it back to him to set down. You cuddled back into his side mesmerized by him.
“I love you Archie,” you whispered as you were being lulled back to sleep allowing the exhaustion take over.
“I love you too Y/n,” he said kissing the top of your head.
At that moment he knew that no matter what happened with the jubilee, the social worker, and anything else that life decided to hurl at you, that the two of you would be okay. You had each other and that is all that really mattered.
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Taken - Part 9 TRR AU
A/N: The hiatus is over!! Shout-out to @captainkingliam, @mfackenthal for coaxing me out of my writer’s block and giving me so much ideas for this chapter and for the unceasing desire to help me with my stories. I was really afraid that I was getting lost in the hole that I dug with this series and that all the twists have gotten so complicated with I was able to brainstorm with them about where to take this series. I would watch these videos to get the gist of the ending of this chapter. I kind of ran out of steam with the fights.
Movie Inspiration: Pacific Rim – A Worthy Opponent Scene
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7i4pNsqnls
The Karate Kid – Six Vs. One Scene (specifically 1:54-1:56)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-wr7dD1n5w
Summary: Is Catheryne going to be all right? Or will she succumb to her situation? How will Liam and the gang deal with all the events that have transpired?
Tag List: @captainkingliam @decisso @devineinterventions2 @madaraism @theroyalweisme @drakewalkerwhipped @laniquelove @drakesfiance @hhiggs @hellospunkiebrewster @alicars @mrswalkerreynolds @mfackenthal @hopefulmoonobject @blackcatkita @cocomaxley @boneandfur @lizeboredom @crayziimaginations @umccall71 @zarina-x-zig @trianiasti @ranishajay @heatherfilliez @flyawayblue56 @simplyaiden-blog
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Masterlist (too many parts to do them individually)
Nothing but a flat line shows on the monitor. Commotion is around the room with Dr. Flint and three nurses rushing about attending to Catheryne’s shuddering figure. Abstruse words spew out of Dr. Flint’s mouth and Liam is too deep in his worry to try to understand. “Attach an oxygen bag. We need to start CPR. Stat!” A flustered nurse hurries to attach an oral airway device down her throat and an oxygen bag valve mask on the other end.
As she does this, Dr. Flint pulls up the sleeve of her white lab coat and prepare to conduct the resuscitation. Liam observes, frozen in dread and bleakness. Drake stands beside him, silently offering support but also with the same rigid body language.
The doctor gives Ryne a set of 30 compressions to the chest. “Come on, Your Grace, come back,” she pants through gritted teeth as she strains with the physical activity and pressure of her job. The high-pitched noise still audible. Liam losing hope by the second. Please, my love, please continue to fight. Fight for me. For us. I know I am asking a lot of you, but I will die if you leave me.
Another set of compressions are met with the same results. Dr. Flint and the nurse across from her glance at each other, silently communicating the inevitable outcome. She performs two more sets of compressions, pouring her last strength to revive her. By now, four minutes have passed. The nurse she mentally communicated with earlier raises his wrist, readying his watch to pronounce her time of death.
“TBD 8:07pm,” she declares gravely as she turns to meet the king’s gaze. “I am truly sorry, Your Majesty. I’m afraid we can’t do anything more for her.” Liam loses all control of his faculties and anger flows through him. “NO! No, you must bring her back. Keep doing CPR!” He grabs one of the nurses by his scrubs and yells at him and begging him to bring her back to him. Drake rushes to him, always being the reasoned one when Liam becomes clouded by his emotions.
He struggles in his best friend’s arms, but desperation wins. He runs beside Catheryne’s lifeless body on the bed. “NO! Don’t you dare take her off that machine! She’s not gone! I’m not letting her be taken from me again. I am not letting her leave me!” He hollers at the nurses who are starting to unhook her from the apparatuses. They look at Dr. Flint and she hesitantly nods, giving the tiny ember of hope he clings on to a chance to spark life. Maybe a miracle will show itself.
Liam cradles Catheryne’s still face. If it were a regular day, she looks just as if she’s sleeping but it isn’t one of those days. Here, it’s up to him to bring her back. He weeps, not caring for the audience he has. He can’t, he doesn’t have the strength to summon his kingly side. In this moment, he just wants to be Liam, a Liam that can mourn and be vulnerable with no judgment. As he holds her, he remembers the recurring nightmares he suffered during their time apart. He recalls the terrible visions of seeing her die in front of him by the hands of his enemies, the blood that surrounds him, the sudden cold temperature of Ryne’s body under his touch, and his desperate screams of distress as he begs her to come back.
His nightmares finally catch him. He never thought the day would come that he would have to truly live it, but here he is. There isn’t blood, but everything else is there. His own cries sound foreign to him, “Catheryne, listen to me. I am begging you. I will do whatever I need to do. Just come back to me, please! If there is a God out there, please, bring her back. Bring her back!” He rocks her unresponsive body as he trembles from his frantic sobs of pain and utter loss.
A lifetime passes in the span of two minutes. Nurses and the doctor clear out after she informs Liam that it’s crucial that they disconnect her from her tubes. Her IV and adrenaline tube are taken off as well as other multiple conduits are removed. He refuses to let her go out of his hold as they work around him to attend to her.
His peripheral vision catches the sight of Maxwell and Hana’s tear-stricken faces by where Drake stands at the window. He must’ve called him during all the disorder. He knows he should give a turn to say their goodbye, but he is not ready. He doesn’t know if he can really let go of her, physically and emotionally.
Not once in his life has he been this broken. My enemies are dead, but it doesn’t matter. We only won a battle. Even through the grave, they managed to win the war. The last piece of himself he had kept intact for the moment he and Catheryne are finally reunited again after her coma shatters and he physically feel the effects of it. His body slumps forward and wraps his arm around her and rests against her motionless form.
He whispers ever so quietly, “You guys, if you could, I would love a few minutes with her alone. I just want to say a proper, private goodbye.” He hears them shuffle out of the room and the door click. He pulls away slowly and stands up beside her bed to finally truly get a look of her. She is truly beautiful, even in her current…condition. He takes one of her perfect hand and wraps it in his own, bringing it to his lips.
“I remember the first time I saw your face in that bar, Catheryne. I remember the light you emitted. Oh, the joy you had in you. You were such a free spirit. I had only spent an hour with you, but I knew in that moment of time that you were an astonishing woman. Oh, my lovely Ryne, how I beg to change back those events. I would change it, so you don’t come to Cordonia. We don’t fall in love, but at least you’d be alive. Safe and alive. Happy. I am so in love with you, my beautiful perfect Ryne. The only thing I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life giving you the world, but it looks like I just took you from it. I am so sorry, Catheryne. I am so sorry that even now I am begging you to come back and keep fighting even if I know that’s the harder and more painful choice.” He falls to his knees and touches his cheek with the back of her hand, still holding it.
“I’ve been bred to be a selfless leader, but right now I want to be selfish. I am a selfish man, begging you to come back, but if you can hear me now or if anything or anyone at all in the whole universe can hear me, I am pleading with you…please…please…” he whispers as fresh tears roll out of his eyes to her hand. He squeezes it as he clings to hope for life itself.
What follows comes to him as complete shock when he feels her hand imperceptibly squeeze his back. If he wasn’t concentrating, he is sure he would have missed the feather-light touch, but he is confident of the definite gesture. He slowly looks up and smiles the widest of smiles when he sees her big, brown eyes again. Open and alive. Miracles do happen.
“Oh, my god, Catheryne!” he wraps her in his arms tightly, not worrying if he attacks her again. His happiness overweighs the subconscious threats of his presence around her. She just died and with the current situation he’d be a fool if he lets anything get in the way of showing his joy and relief of having her back.
He wraps her in his arms and cries tears of joy as he hears and feels her grumble underneath him. “Ugh…L-Liam…I…I can’t…breathe…” she struggles to voice out as he clings to her. The deities heard his pleas and granted his desire. He pulls away to see her face, life and color filling it again.
“Oh, my love, I thought I’d lost you,” he says by her ear. His shattered world feels almost complete again as he feels her chest rise and fall underneath his touch. He never wants to let her go but he knows he should or else he endangers hurting her. Slowly, he tugs himself away from her and reluctantly looks into her eyes, hoping he sees his Catheryne in them.
When he does, he loses all control and cries. Right now, it’s just Liam and Catheryne and no one else. In this small hospital room, it’s just them. He buries his face in her hands and kisses it. “Oh, Ryne, I love you.” He sobs, letting all the pain and burden he’s been carrying all this time as king and as just Liam.
Quietness pass between them for several minutes until finally Catheryne speaks up, “I hate to break the moment, Liam, but you’re breaking my stitches.” Liam looks down and see a bloody bandage on her arm, instantly he feels a pang of guilt for squeezing her so hard. “Oh, I am so sorry, my love.”
Liam rushes out of the tiny room to fetch Dr. Flint and inform his friends of the news. “She’s awake. She’s alive!” He breathes hard as if that action exasperated him. Drake, Maxwell and Hana all glance at him as if he is hallucinating. They didn’t believe him. He briskly walks back to her room with his friends and Dr. Flint in tow.
When they see her awake, they all start to rush around her bedside, but the doctor stops them, “Everyone let’s give the duchess some breathing room. She just came back from the dead. Let the professionals do their work before you do anything.” She walks beside Ryne and greets her, “Hello, Your Grace. It’s good to see you up. I must say I already knew you were a fighter, but to come back like this is truly a testament to you. Now if you can look and follow my finger while I check your vitals.” She flashes a light at Catheryne’s pupils, and she responds by squinting.
Dr. Flint reattaches her to the IV tube and heart monitor. “Looks like you reopened one of your stitches. I’ll bandage that up for you straightaway.” She grabs some materials in the cabinet and her friends stand beside her.
“You scared me to death, little blossom. You’re not allowed to do that again, okay. You’re not allowed to die again until a very, very long time from now,” Maxwell complains.
“I am so relieved to see you awake, Catheryne. How are you feeling?” Hana inquires with concern in her voice.
“That was one hell of a feat to come back from the dead, Knightely. You make my gunshot wound look obsolete,” Drake gruffly says.
She looks at her friends and faintly smiles. She is tired, and she doesn’t reply to any of their comments. She just offers a warm smile and apologetic eyes. She feels different from all of them. Now that her past has been brought to the light she cannot escape it. She sees it behind the eyes of all four of them – the fear they have of her. Will anything ever be the same again?
Dr. Flint ordered that she stay in the hospital for one more week after being woken up before releasing her. All of her wounds have almost healed. Scars left in their wake. Her back is full of diagonal, jagged scars from the whips and flogging. A big knife scar sits right above her chest where her heart is. She hates mirrors now. She hates looking at the imperfections that cover her. She doesn’t recognize herself anymore.
Her hair is disheveled; she didn’t have the energy to fix it. Hana would come into her room everyday after she showers and fixes her hair in a French braid while Maxwell and her talk about their day and sometimes noble gossip that she tunes out.
Drake comes in after them and tries to get her to talk about anything, but most of the time they just sit by the window in quiet. The only thing missing is their mutual friend, whiskey. The hospital wouldn’t let him carry liquor. He leaves right after they watch the sun set together. He always tells her that he’ll be back the next day. Sometimes, he’ll try to talk about Liam, but she tunes that out too.
During the week, he’s only been by once to visit her. She doesn’t know if she was grateful. She didn’t really know how to pick up their relationship after this. She was informed of her episode and what she did to Liam. The guilt that she feels eats her alive slowly inside and she doesn’t know how to cope with that.
When he came by to see her, it wasn’t for personal reasons. He was there as King Liam not her fiancé. He came to see one of his subjects is feeling ok and to inform her that her duchy is finally ready, but since she’s still recovering she is ordered to stay at the palace. It was a brief, cold, devoid of emotion meeting.
After he delivered his message, he left without a goodbye or any sign of affection. Again, she doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Would he ever be able to look at her the same again? Would they ever be the same? Could he see her as the Catheryne he fell in love with? Or will she always be Catheryne the spy? Catheryne the heartless, cold killer? The woman that has the drive to kill him.
When her discharge day came around, Dr. Flint comes to her room to do one last vital check before releasing her. The stitches on her arm were removed before she left. “Now, Your Grace, I am prescribing you one hour of exercise every day. When we put you into an induced coma, it weakened your body and internal system. So, good exercise and good diet for three months. Then, you come back for a check-up. I’ve already talked to all your friends, and they will help you through this process. Just remember, be patient with yourself.”
She hands her a folder of papers and bid her farewell. The travel to the palace was quiet. She feels alienated and a bit nauseous from the fresh air, having been in a sterile, secluded hospital for three months. When they arrive at the gates, reporters and photographers swarm the gates. Thankfully, the guards were instructed to bring the limo to the back, so she doesn’t have to deal with them.
Events pass in a blur. She is ushered to her room with an excessive amount of guards surrounding her. Don’t they know she can protect herself? She figures this is Liam’s doing. His overprotectiveness always shining through, but she finds it annoying. She doesn’t need all this protection and if she chooses to she can disarm all 5 guards very fast.
Her stay at the palace becomes monotonous and boring. Everything feels routine. She gets woken by Maxwell who drags her to breakfast with Bertrand, Hana, Drake, Savannah and Bartie. After, Hana walks with her to the lake she showed her when they returned to Cordonia. Sometimes, when she’s not available Drake or Maxwell will walk with her around the palace grounds, always staying in the back away from the demanding eyes of the press.
In the afternoon, they dine together and sometimes they gather in her room and turn on a movie flick. But tonight, she just didn’t have the energy to accommodate them. She hasn’t been alone since she’s been released, and she is craving that time, so she politely asked them to leave her alone for the afternoon.
She wanders the long corridors of the palace in her sweats and a hoodie over her tank. She lets her feet carry her through the hallways. She zones out her surroundings and she come to an unfamiliar wing. She hears noises in one of the rooms, and her curiosity gets the best of her.
She cracks the door open and immediately recognizes a dojo. She quietly opens the door and slip inside stealthily. Everyone is preoccupied with the sparring men in the mat.
Her eyes roam the impressive room. Training equipment and various stimulator stands are scattered along the fighting mat. An impressive collection of martial art weapons line the left wall. She moves closer to it to get a look. She observes a particular gold-trimmed black bo staff propped on a stand along with regular staffs, several nunchakus, ka-bar knives, daggers, sais swords, katanas. But what catches her eyes is a pack of stainless steel willow leaf throwing knives.
They look just like the set that her father had given for her 7th birthday. She thought how peculiar it was to give a seven year old a set of knives, but her father said that throwing knives helped him clear his mind sometimes. She was able to master knife throwing by the time she was 8 and used it as a calming mechanism just like her father taught her.
Her fingers touch the smooth, cold, steel blade and she picks one of them up. She twirls it in her hands, precise and elegant. Familiarity seeps in through her and she notices a target hung on the wall across her. She holds the blade by the tip and let it fly off her grip, landing straight in the middle of the target. She’s never missed.
The sound of the blade burying itself in the wall pulls the men away from the spar, but she doesn’t notice that they are watching her. She grabs the set and one by one flings it to the target. All 6 fitting on the small dot is the bulls-eye. She smiles to herself. Her first genuine smile through this whole ordeal.
She is pulled away by the sound of applause beside her. She finally notices the crowd that has gathered around her. Liam’s face appears from the group, and he strides up to her. It’s the first time she’s seen him since his visit. He looks a little rugged like he hasn’t gotten any good sleep. He appears to have lost a little bit of weight, but not enough for a random person to notice.
“That was impressive,” he steps in front of her. He’s wiping his brow with a towel and Ryne remembers being so head over heels for him that this simple action would have her wanting him. She observes him and he’s attire. Like her, he’s wearing sweatpants and a white T-shirt stained by sweat.
“Thank you,” she replies with a shy whisper. She watches as the crowd disperses and do their own spars. She watches as they practice a certain style of fighting; she recognizes it as krav maga. “So?” she awkwardly says, not really knowing how to spark conversating. How did they get to this place when not long ago they could talk about anything? They were so comfortable around each other as if they’ve known the other their whole lives, but now they’re so close but so far away.
“Were you sparring?” she asks him. “Yes, I realized after these…events that I have to be more prepared and well-versed in fighting, so Bastien and Mara have been teaching me these last month. My philosophy used to be utilize whatever technique keeps you alive, but it seems that hasn’t worked quite well for me as of late.”
The guilt in her heart grips tighter because she knows he’s talking about the time she almost killed him. She frowns and looks away. She couldn’t bear to meet his eyes for she was afraid of what she might find there. A wistful gloss comes over her eyes as she watches the guards spar each other. She misses the adrenaline and the intense exhilaration from a fight or just spar. She recalls the plenty of memories she has of her parents. Though they weren’t the role model parents she wanted, the experiences she’s had with them are irreplaceable. She hated being bred for a certain lifestyle, but her parents gave her all the attention and love that she needed. Maybe through normal eyes it was odd to teach your child such things, but her parents knew they had enemies and they gave her the tools she needed to stand and fight for herself. When she was growing up, she hated it, but as adultness settled in she sees in hind sight the importance of this side of her.
She would have never survived in the tunnel if it weren’t for her parents. She is slowly coming into acceptance that she will never escape this side of her. This is who she is whether she wanted it or not.
Liam breaks her reminiscing and says, “Care to join me?” He inclines his head pointing to the center of the room to the fighting mat. He must’ve seen the look in her eyes, but her mind starts to think over the offer. Is it safe? She hasn’t had an episode since the last time, but she doesn’t know how severe it can get. She doesn’t know if she can take it if she hurts him again.
“I don’t think that’s a very smart idea, Liam. I’m unstable,” she reasons with him. “Come, Catheryne. It will be alright. Guards are here to watch us if anything happens. Besides, Dr. Flint said you need to have your exercise every day and I doubt you’ve done any kind of physical exertion for the day.” He flashes a tiny smirk and holds out his hand for her to take. She knows there’s no way he would take no for an answer, and as long as he’s the one offering who is she to refuse him.
They walk down to the middle of the room and they split directions. Liam goes to the right while her to the left of the mat. She strips of her hoodie and suddenly she feels very exposed with only her tank top and sweats. She removes her shoes and step onto the mat. She looks across to Liam who matches her, but in the span of few seconds he’s managed to lose his T-shirt.
Clever tactics targeting my emotional weakness for him, but I don’t think he realizes I have years of training in my side. She grins and takes a few steps to the middle of the mat. The foam sinks slightly under her feet, but she doesn’t mind it. She’s been trained to fight in every terrain. Liam meets her in the center and she informs him, “I don’t think you realize just how many years I have against you, Liam. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it, Ryne. I’m tough and you can never hurt me. But just in advance, I’m sorry, I forgive you and I love you,” Liam assures her. She is caught off guard with the last three words he hasn’t uttered to her in three months. Another tactical advantage because the next thing that happens sends her on the floor. He knew she would be distracted by it, so he used to his advantage and slammed her down to the ground.
It was sudden, but not hard. He’s careful with her just like always. After, he stands back up giving her the chance to recover. “Liam, one. Catheryne, zero,” he boasts. By this time, most of all the guards have their eyes trained on them.
Alright, I guess I need to kick it up a notch and actually mean it. “Nice touch with the distraction there. You should’ve saved it cause you only get once chance to knock me off my feet,” she speaks as she shrugs her shoulders, loosening her muscles.
She stands still in place watching Liam’s figure with laser focus. She’s not the duchess right now. In this moment, it was just her and Liam in a casual sparring session. She observes Liam as he starts to advance to her. He throws punches, powerful and full of control. She steps back with each punch thrown at her, not for defensive tactics, but she’s observing how his body moves finding any opening in his defense.
Finally, she sees it. When he throws a right jab, he angles his body too forward exposing a bit of his side. When he throws that punch, she spins from in front of him to beside him where he’s exposed side is and strikes it, knocking the breath out of him.
“Oof,” Liam holds his side as he bends down putting his hand on his knee. “I didn’t see that coming. I’ll give you credit for that,” he admits his small defeat, but the war isn’t over.
They admit their stances back across each other, gearing up another round. This time there are no smiles only intense stares. They were both competitive in their own right. Liam will be damned if he didn’t put up a show especially in front of his guards. He always could get a little prideful and egotistical.
Catheryne is an embodiment of calm before the storm. She stands with her hands clasped behind her back waiting, testing out the waters. Liam attacks first again, but this time she meets him head on throwing a blocking strike to the punch he throws. Her reflexes are muscle memory to her. Before he throws the left jab, she’s already preparing to block it.
She headbutts Liam with force. She immediately thinks, I hope that doesn’t leave a mark. Liam takes one step back, disoriented for only a moment. He shakes his head and throws his hands up on a guard. I need to think smarter if I’m going to beat her. He eyes the weapon wall and the staff catches his attention.
Liam and Ryne circle each other like two predators hungry for action and thrill. When he makes it to the wall, he grabs the black staff and arms himself with it. He swings like how he was taught with strength and control. He drives Ryne out of his reach, but she doesn’t look the least bit intimidated. In fact, he catches a little glint of amusement in her eye, but it disappears with the blink of an eye.
He holds the staff confidently with both hands as they continue their circling. Liam doesn’t give Ryne the chance to reach the wall and moves forward slashing towards her aiming directly at her chest, but she performs an impressive bend backwards. She does a series of back flips putting distance between them.
She steadies herself by widening her stance. Her body language changes from loose to rigid in a matter of milliseconds. She’s done playing around. Her training kicks in and propels her forward. Liam gears for a swing at her feet but she does a no hands cartwheel to her right, avoiding it and subsequently putting her close enough to grab a staff her own.
She spins it in her hands striking a hard stance with her hands outstretched and the staff tucked in behind her back. They perform a dance in front of each other. They attack with aggression and precision. Catheryne steps away from the defensive and attacks first. Using the staff to lift her, she aims a flying kick aimed at Liam’s face. He blocks with his staff, but her momentum is greater and knocks him backward.
He regains control and strikes her with a series of slashes and swings. She responds defensively, ducking every attack and using the weapon as a shield. Ryne notices that Liam likes to burst his attacks and that he gets very tired quickly when he exerts all the energy in his reserve.
“You know you really should save your energy,” she gives him a tip as she tucks in for a roll knocking him to the ground while catching his leg in her hold using the staff to lock his leg, but she practices control and reels her adrenaline back in before breaking his knee.
“Ah!” Liam exclaims. “That’s two-to-one. I think you need to step up your game, Liam. Or just abandon the staff since you don’t really know how to use it,” she haves fun taunting him. For some odd reason, sparring brought their old relationship back. They didn’t mind being rough with their moves. They both know they’re competitive and they don’t mind it.
He obeys and throws away the staff. “Alright, I’ll give you a fighting chance,” she says with a smile as she lets go of her weapon. Another round starts. Punches and kicks, both blocking and attacking hoping to get an advantage against the other.
Catheryne slaps Liam’s forearms away leaving his torso completely open and she uses her chest and body as a weapon again knocking Liam backwards. By now, he’s learned her techniques. He feigns a punch but ends up sweeping her leg under her.
Catheryne is caught off-guard but not enough to disorient her. She uses her downward momentum to propel her kip up back to a standing position. When Liam throws a roundhouse kick, she catches it and flips him over her head even with the weight difference. She aims a punch for his face but stops an inch away. “You lose,” she smiles in her glory and the guards who have been watching breaks in an applause.
“I concede. You win fair and square,” Ryne holds her hand out and helps him up. They face each other, hands still intertwined. Sweat covers Liam’s face, but Catheryne looks as if she wasn’t even exhausted. They smile, and Liam says, “It’s nice to see you smile, my love. I haven’t seen you this happy and playful since the Homecoming Ball.”
Liam watches as his carefree Catheryne retreat into her guard. He watches as her eyes shift from happy to cold in an instant. He notices her posture, guarded and fierce. Her eyes are dilated and hazy. “Catheryne?” What’s wrong?”
Her grip of his hand tightens, and her nails dig his skin. “Ryne, my love? What’s wrong?” He asks again moving to touch her cheek, but she slaps it away.
“You’re an enemy. You are an enemy and you must be stopped. I must kill you,” she growls.
Liam is confused on what is happening. One minute she was happy, and he was talking to her, but now she’s in her episode. Ryne pushes him on the chest and her punch connects to his face this time. The metallic taste of his blood fills his mouth and he begs for her to come out of her episode while ordering his guards to stay away while he tries to coax her out of this hallucination.
“Catheryne. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. It’s Liam. I am Liam. I am not going to hurt you. I am not the enemy. I promise. The enemies are gone. They will never hurt you again. Not as long as I am living and breathing. No one will hurt you again.” He backs away from her reeling composure.
He remembers the advice Dr. Mallon gives him of trying to remind her of who she is while she’s in her state, “Please, remember who you are. Your name is Catheryne Knightely. You are loved. You are safe. Your favorite color is blue. Your favorite place is the beach. You grew up in North Carolina and moved to New York. You live in Cordonia now. You are a duchess. You own a duchy named Valtoria,” he continues to list facts about her, praying and hoping it works.
She throws a punch again but he’s ready this time. He restrains her against him, “Please, my Ryne. Please remember me. I love you. I love you so much. Remember our trip to the secret cove when we first met. Remember our trip to the Statue of Liberty.”
Having her close, he can see the turmoil in her eyes. He sees it, he sees Catheryne, his Catheryne behind the rage, fighting for control. With that he’s assured that his tactic is working, and he continues to list their adventure together.
He knows that she is still there and that she will never stop fighting. After a long five minutes of restraining her and her struggles, she finally takes control and she falls unconscious from the strain and fatigue. Liam carries her back to her room and sits beside her sleeping form. He recalls the events leading to her episode. He was talking to her about how their relationship felt normal again and how she looked happy.
He can’t figure it out and decides to call Dr. Mallon and ask him for advice. He relays the whole conversation and mentioning how he hasn’t seen Catheryne’s old self since the homecoming ball.
“Liam, did you use the word homecoming specifically?” Dr. Mallon asks through the phone. “Yes, doctor, please. Just tell me what you think it is.”
“Well, when we were in the tunnels. After I’ve administered the chemical into her system and the clips, Amir would recite words to her and I overheard some and one of them was the word ‘homecoming’. I believe, if I am correct, it is a trigger word for her. A word that can spiral her back to an episode almost instantaneously. While she was in the hospital, we were able to remove traces of the hallucinogen from her system, but anything in her memory. We can’t do anything but try to avoid those. I would be very careful about the choices of word you mention around her. I believe they used traumatic moments of her life and the words have a connection to those. I’m so sorry that I can help you more that this, Liam. But good luck.”
“Thank you, Dr. Mallon,” Liam replies before hanging up the room. Again, the guilt in his heart overwhelms him. It’s because of him that she has to continue fighting and go through so much pain. He lays down beside her. Right now, he just wants to feel peace. He just wants to mourn his old Catheryne.
He whispers by her ear and make a promise, “I promise, Catheryne, I promise that I will fight beside you through all of this.”
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bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr (certified and licensed) | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock
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i don’t know 10 people here uhhhmmmmmmmmm feel free to do em if you wanna 😅
tbh i get nervous with these hc sharings, some might think i’m reaching…
okok one of the more obvious ones are skills he learned under his strict upbringing, anything that could garner prestige for his family. i feel like he would be the type to excel with recreating works of masters, doing covers of impossible tunes and all but hmmm he might be a bit lacking(?) in making something original for himself; that or he has all this talents in his arsenal but it isn’t something he’s necessarily proud of/would like to show off.
in the other hand one of his biggest influences is probably from his grandmother. i feel like he definitely picked up some of her hobbies from watching her. stuff that’s old and lame like baking, embroidery even gardening (the novel mentions his grandfather embarrassed about how poor/humble she’s living. she’s also pretty stubborn so i see her living on her own in a small farm house just growing her own vegetables and strawberries which fugo used to love help pick since it’d probs be the closest thing to ‘play’ or being outside. that and helping her out usually results in a yummy treat afterwards 🍰)
fast forward to his gang life, bruno did mention that he took fugo in cause he was formally educated but i think bruno had to teach the kid a lot of street smarts. in the earlier parts in the va timeline you see him being like a lackey driving cars and all (then later that job’s given to giorno, maybe it’s something like an oldest - youngest member hierarchy? i think nara definitely puts emphasis on age and respect there so maybe hmmm okok that’s getting off topic)
but after that point i see him getting comfortable with the lifestyle filing in medical and tactician type roles for the group. incorporating like back alley doctoring with first aid care he might read from books. i’m pretty sure he’d pick up some few things hanging around with nara and mista too. (besides the dancing ofc lol) then later maybe learning a few more tricks from working in a bar post-va ofc i’m sure sheila and murolo also had some stuff they’d share with him
so ya tldr he’d be embarrassed showing off talents he learned before joining passione (from the snooty tutored book knowledge or even his lameass granny hobbies) but i think he’d be much more open sharing simple things he learned himself or dumb shit his friends have taught him. also! if you catch him off guard he’s also probs that nerd type that happily rambles about the obscure stuff he just found out
#i have my reasons!! but- uhhhhmmmrmm#don't click the link it's a mess of hcs#musings#phf spoilers#ish
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