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bakusoftie · 5 years

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What would the LOV's reactions be to Kurogiri warping in a new recruit for the League and when she sees them all she whispers over to Kurogiri (quite loudly), "Sir, I'm sorry but I don't want to join your f*cking circus."

I FUCKING LOVR THIS REQUEST PFFFTTTT

Kurogiri

Giran was the one who found you and recruited you for the league and since he never let the league down, he thought you’d be a good fit

But

The moment you got warped into some broke ass ‘Bar Rescue’ reject

You just straight up was like

“Hell the fuck nah”

“Y’all bitches ugly as fuck”

“There’s no fucking way I’m going this freak show”

“Please say sike”

Kurogiri was so offended like he care out here to have a good time and

You call his bar

uGLy?!?

He’s so tempted to slap you upside the head with his $1000 Versace shoes but

You ain’t even worth it

He’ll give you one more try

“Bruh why that man look like Barney fucked a oil diffuser”

kurogiri : 😲

Dabi

He’s a Todoroki so of course he’s gonna clap back

Dabi: I thought we asked for a villain but it seems like you’re just a clown

“Bitch, who the fuck are you called a clown? You look like the burnt McDonald’s French fry that nobody wants to eat so they just leave it when they go to throw it away. I bet you’re used to being thrown away though lmao”

bitch

you did not have to expose him

I mean you right

his face says ‘daddy issues’ all over it

He kinda likes you though

You call shit out like it is and don’t hold anything back

He kind wants to burn you alive for that last comment tho

All the league members know not to bring up the topic of fathers but you out here trying to say his eyes remind you of Endeavwhore

Take it back a notch, sweaty

he’ll make you the burnt French fry

She thinks you’re cute at first

and then you open your mouth

And now she wants to make you even cuter by spreading your blood all over face

“Why is this blonde bitch staring at me like a fucking cat? Y’all get your fucking nico nico nee THOT out my face.

aw you said she looks like a cat

cats = cute

awww you called her cute !!!

Now she really wants to get her knife and go to work on you

especially if you struggle

nothing you say will offend her because she just thinks that your way of wanting to be best friends

“I will pull your raggedy ass buns out your hair if you don’t stop pointing that knife at my asscheeks, little bitch

Shigaraki

he thinks you’re an annoying pest

he wants to lay all five fingers to your throat and watch you shut the fuck up forever

you took one look at him and said “ew.”

“Is that a fucking hand on your face? Damn you must be mad ugly if you have to put that nasty ass rotting flesh over it like how the fuck do you breathe?”

how dare you insult Father?!?

that’s his job, bitch

If he ever decides to take it off,,well

“HAHAHA I WAS RIGHT YOU ARE SO UGLY OH MY KAMISAMA PUT IT BACK ON AND PUT SOME DAMN CHAPSTICK AND LOTION ON WHILE YOURE AT IT”

kurogiri warp this ignorant slut away from his sight before he attacc

he honestly cannot believe someone can be so stupid to call the leader of the League of Villains ugly

“Crusty, you ain’t the leader...All For One is.”

he about to end your whole life

R U N

Twice

(this is the first time I’ve written for him ugh this is cringe)

“wow that person is really mean...fucking bitch”

“Who the fuck are you calling a bitch, you Great Value Deadpool wanna-be”

you hurt his feelings

like he cry 😢

he’s baby and he sensitive

don’t do this to him

“And your costume looks like the fucking leather suit from American Horror Story like I’m kinky but you’re on a whole new level”

BITCH

HE MADE THIS COSTUME HIMSELF

just

get the fuck out of his sight, peasant

#league of villains x reader #league of villains #dabi x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #toga himiko #dabi #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri x reader #twice #jin bubaigawara #bnha x reader

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luciferinati · 6 years

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Chapter 8

Lead roll - Mario

Others - Sergio, Paulo, Cristiano, Luka.

Words - 1587

@arduango @asensihoes @mandzomandzo @luka-moredick @domo-no-domo-yes @lovre-n @tinymodric @smolmandzo @mariomandzukiccc @djbagudina @aj-lajk @pachua @zadarskabagudina @marilyn-mandzukic @puolendollarinonni @sebby-ravnica @mad-for-mandzukic @flemishyugotalian @winters-chiid @sejan-is-love @footballcursed @ante-ray-bitch @synne-sol @smolmandzo @incorrect-croatia-nt @josephine-maaayy7 @lovren-la-vida-luka @read-all-day. @kettie09

-Woah, this is wild- Mario looks in the man that's sleeping on top of him. -Honestly, he looks kind of cute- the head turned to see the room; clothes, a knife and a pillow were on the ground, three bottles of Rakija and painkillers on the table. -No wonder I don't seem to remember things. What's the time?- He tried to get out of the blankets without waking up the other man, but without luck. Once he got up Ramos moaned, "Wow! Hello there naked butt," Mario automatically looked down to check if he was actually butt naked, and yep - he was.

"What the hell?" He turned to face Ramos who was looking at Mandžo like he was a piece of candy, " What did you do to me?"

"What did I do to you? More like what did you do to me!"

Mario stood there confused.

"What? You want to tell me you don't remember?"

"Honestly, I don't," Mario rook a pill and drank the mineral water he bought yesterday, then put it on the little table, " I will go to the shower," he watched the man stretch, "May I use that too?"

"Yeah, sure," He said and went off.

A cold shower was right on time. -This could literally cure anything and everything... Wait, I never looked at the clock. Damn it. - Once he got out his beloved robe was nowhere to be seen so he used a towel this time. And when he stepped out of the bathroom his gaze landed on the robe that was on a different body.

"You can go to the shower now,"

"Alright thanks," Ramos went to bathrooms direction.

"Clean towels are in that shelf," Mario pointed.

His head didn't ache as much as when he woke up so he just decided to clean the room up. First he turned on some music, put clean underwear on and turned on a coffee machine and then begun. He tried to remember what did they do in the night, he questioned if he still dislikes the man. He really had mixed feelings towards him, did he like him or hate him? He didn't know anymore. But one was clear Ramos loved him and Mario didn't know what to do about it. He liked Sergio's company, he liked what happened in the night, at least the parts he remembered. Also he thought about him a lot even before. -Am I actually obsessed with him?- He puzzled things together and he came across the fact that he actually did think about him a lot, even, though mostly those were bad things, like how much better he was than Ramos, how he would gladly punch him in the face, how he wanted to beat him in the games and show that his team is better than Sergio's. But even those thoughts kind of show his obsession with the man. And it shows that Ramos actually is a challenge for Mandžukič and he always loved some challenge. So that also meant he loved Sése, because he is his challenge for almost 5 years. Mario was in a black hole, he didn't know what is this relationship between both of them.

When Sergio went out of the shower Mario looked on the man - his hair, tattoo's, the water drops on his back and shoulders. Did he feel something?

"The coffee is ready, just add what you need,"

"Thanks," The Spanish man smiled, "I like your taste in music."

"Thanks, I'm glad to hear that,” after a while he spoke up again, “How long are you gonna stay here?”

“Well,” Ramos begun, “I can stay here as long as you want me to, also I’m not gonna wear my dirty clothes on my clean body.”

-Yeah, it is pretty disgusting to wear your dirty clothes on after a shower, especially underwear. – “Alright, let’s throw them in the washer, just take everything out of the pockets. You can wear my robe for now.”

A soft okay slipped out of Sergio’s mouth and both men begun to do other morning routine things, like cooking breakfast, watching the news and drinking morning coffee.

“So how’s Cristiano?” Sergio broke the silence.

“Do you really want to have that conversation?” Mario gave the really pissed off gaze.

“Well yes, I just did, I mean he is in Juve now.” The man explained.

“Honestly if you want to know how’s Cristiano ask Paulo, he seems to know everything about him now”

“Wait… the guy who called in the night?” Ramos was shook.

“Yeah?”

“On the other end of the line, it was Paulo and Cris?” Only hearing that made Mario mad and it was pretty visible.

“Okay here is the thing about Ron: he is not the one to fuck with – literally, unless you are absolutely down for one night stand and a booty call. He is not a person to commit to relationships, believe me all of those years in locker room can give you a lot of info, also the whole locker room knows the actual way how he gets all of his shit,” He took a sip of his coffee, “So if your friend Paulo expects more than a fuck from Cris, he is barking up the wrong tree.”

“Shit! I have to save that child from a broken heart,” Mandžukič said, even though he knew it was too late to save Paulo from it.

“Literally, the one you have to fight is the one who always tries to act all nice and try’s to be polite; I maybe am a dick on the field, but Cristiano is a dick in real life, he is so up in his ass to be honest.”

“I’ve always thought that he is that type of person. But I didn’t really expect it to be true. Thank you for that piece of information,” Mario winked, “Do you want breakfast?”

“More like lunch,” Ramos pointed out and showed the time on his wrist watch, it was a bit passed 1pm.

“Cool, I’m probably missing a training session, oh well, let’s hope they won’t beat me up because of it,” Mario laughed and went to the kitchen to grab some food. Once he turned back to the sofa where Ramos was sitting and watching the news.

“Yesterday was a blur, but.. um.. If I remember it right, did you really mean what you said about your feelings?”

“My tongue never lies when I’m drunk,” he looked at the Croat, “but did you mean what you said?”

“If I remembered I’d tell you, but I don’t remember half of what happened.”

“You told me everything you feel towards me – how much you wanted to kill me, because of how I tortured you and didn’t let you play, how much you love me and never want to let me go away, how big of a challenge I am to you and how much you love that, also how much you wanted to fuck me from the first time you saw me,” Ramos carefully recounted the information he was told in the night. Mario knew that it all could be true, but he wasn’t sure about the erotic part, but honestly if he really said it maybe it was true.

“Did I really say all that?”

“Dude, I think you were more drunk than I was at that point, but yes, you did say all of that. I could feel that you have mixed feeling towards me and well I can see why you do. Do you want me to tell you what happened?”

“Okay and yes, tell me.”

“What was the last thing you remember?”

“I don’t know, I think the point where you told me about how you feel about me, then I got Rakija, and after that I don’t remember much, I took a knife and you licked it? Was that real or did I dreamed of that?”

“Alrighty, you don’t remember quite a lot in that case, because well apparently we had more than that,”

“How much is more?”

“Oh gosh,” Ramos sighed, “Well, we kissed, we had a really intense make out session and well you tore my clothes off and teased me a lot, to summarize it – it was a night with so much heat in the bed, so I don’t know if it’s good that you don’t remember all of it or bad.”

Mario literally froze listening to all of it, he really couldn’t believe that he was capable of doing something like that.

“Okay that explains why we woke up naked and you were on top of me. Wow. Did we really-? Did I really-?” He kind of remembered the drunk kisses they exchanged and he kind of wanted to kiss Sergio again, he looked at his lips to remember the smack of them; the taste of Rakija seemed to appear on Mandžo’s lips, he remembered kissing it, drinking the brew will never be the same now, he will always remember Sergio’s lips when he will have the flavor on his tongue. Mario blankly stared on Ramos’ lips for too long, of course the man noticed, gently got closer and softly kissed him. Mario didn’t expect it, but well, he did stare and daydream of kissing them, so he got what he wanted. Feeling those lips was everything to Mario, it didn’t taste like the alcohol anymore, tho - now it was a sweet flavor of coffee. Feeling the lips against his was amazing either way.

#mario mandžukič #mandz x sergio ???#fanfic #sergio ramos #personal #chapter 8 #cristiano ronaldo #paulo dybala

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lillibabble · 7 years

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Charachter Survey

What is your full name? Zoe Celine Trudeaux Who are/were yourparents? Angelique Corinne and August Michael Trudeaux. My father is a pastor and my mother is a stay-at-home wife. She used to dabble into divination but after meeting my father she hasn't touched much of it. Do you have anysiblings? Nope, just me. Well, that's not entirely true. Im technically the youngest of five, but I'm the only one alive. Where do you live now,and with whom? I live with my parents still while I save up for my own place. What is your occupation? I work for a fashion magazine as an intern. Write a full physicaldescription of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as:height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos,scars, or distinguishing marks. 5' tall, long dark hair, olive skin, brown eyes, im of a mixed race, I tend to dress rather girly, i dont havr any tattoos and the only scar i have is one on my foot where I stepped on glass as a child. Are you right- orleft-handed? Right handed What do you have in yourpockets? I don't have pockets right now, but usually i just carry around my phone, wallet, keys, and ID badge for work. If anything, you might find a bus ticket. How would you describeyour childhood in general? Chaotic yet stable? We moved a lot for my fathers ministry, so I didn't grow up with many friends. I was a quiet child, but sheltered also. What is your earliestmemory? Eating at a church picnic, and getting into trouble for playing in the creek. How much schooling haveyou had? Ivr had a full schooling. Went to college for design. Did you enjoy school? Some of it. I've always liked to learn new things, and I earned good grades. I just think I would have had a better experience if I had people around my own age. Where did you learn mostof your skills and other abilities? My schooling I guess. While growing up, how didyou get along with the other members of your family? My father has always been very strict. There are set things that I was meant to do and i was going to do them whether i liked it or not. We still clash, but he's still my dad. My mom shelters me still, and she always has. I can't blame her though, she's lost so much. As a child, what did youwant to be when you grew up? I wanted to be a princess, probably up until the fourth grade. As a child, what were yourfavorite activities? Playing pretend, running around outside, dressing up, exploring every drawer,box,and closet in the house. As a child, were youpopular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? Definately not! I was perpetually the new girl. After you hit middle school it stops being cool and starts being weird. When and with whom wasyour first kiss? My first kiss was at bible camp with a boy named Johnny Hanson and it was by far the worst kissing experience I have had to date. It was a terrible slobbery mess and he insisted on putting his entire tongue in my mouth. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginit? I am not. I have been to my fair share of church camps, and let me tell you, it is not any different from regular camp. I was maybe a junior in highschool and the guy I was dating at the time was convinced we were going to get married some day so why the hell not. I dumped him after camp and I havent seen him since. Do you have a criminalrecord of any kind? Nope Are you basicallyoptimistic or pessimistic? I'm of the "it could always be worse" variety. What are your religiousviews? Ugh. I grew up in the church, and I've had it shoved down my throat for my whole life. I dont personally identify as religious but just to keep my family happy I still go to sermons on sundays. What are your views on sex? Its okay, i guess. Maybe I just havent met the right person or whatever, but its not as great as its hyped up to be. Do you believe in theexistence of soul mates and/or true love? Of course. Do you have a spouse orsignificant other? Presently I have a boyfriend. How close are you to yourfamily? Pretty close. Don't grt me wrong, I lovr my folks. Have you started your ownfamily? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why orwhy not? I havent. My mom found out that J and I were having sex and got me on birth control. Don't tell my dad any of this though. Who would you turn to ifyou were in desperate need of help? My mom, definitely. Do you tend to argue withpeople, or avoid conflict? I hate conflict. If necessary i will stand my ground, but I've never hit anyone. Do you care what othersthink of you? Not really? What is/are your favoritehobbies and pastimes? I love to sew. What is your favoritecolor? Purple probably What, if anything, do youlike to read? I read when I have the time. Anything I can get my hands on. Do you smoke, drink, oruse drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? Not really. I drink if J and I are going out with his friends. How do you deal withstress? Not very well. I break out, shut down, throw myself into work. Are you spontaneous, ordo you always need to have a plan? I need a plan. Describe the routine of anormal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted? Wake up, brush teeth and hair, shower if i didn't the night before, dress, eat breakfast, go to work, eat lunch with J on Wednesdays, get off and come home, maybe go out, eat dinner, go to bed. Im kind of a boring person. Are you generallyorganized or messy? Veeeeery organized Do you like yourself? I think so? If you could choose, howwould you want to die? Hmmm. Probably in the arms of someone I love. Like at the end of a cheesy romance novel. Or peacefully in my sleep.

#Zoe #surveys #I've had this for ages and I just now did it #whoops

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croatian-nt · 4 years

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Mafia au-Part five

Summary: When an unassuming artist saves a man’s life at the shooting at the gallery, he ends up in the midde of the war between two mafias and as he gets dragged deeper into the whole thing, he soon learns the line between the sides and right and wrong blur more than he expected.

Pairings: Livi/Bruno

Word Count: 3417

Warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, threats of violence and torture, mentions of broken bones

Notes: I apologize for the longer wait for this part, last week has been a bit hectic and this chapter was supposed to be from Suba’s pov but I legit scrapped it bc this made more sense so. Yeah. Here it is at last. As always, thank you @lovren-la-vida-luka for editing this, you are a life saver. To everyone else, enjoy :)

Livi

Livi was pacing. He was well aware that Bruno was getting more agitated by the second, but he couldn't help it. It helped him think. And there was one question that kept bothering him.

How did Josip know there would be a shooting at the gallery?

Josip was only a byki, and he wouldn't know if someone from high up ordered an assassin. Unless, it wasn't an assassin, and someone from the mafia decided to do the job themselves, which either meant it was personal, or they didn't want anyone to find out. Or both.

Livi shivered, despite the fact that he wasn't cold. He could only imagine this kill being personal for one person. Suba.

He closed his eyes and pulled on his hair, hoping the pain will make him concentrate.

Why would he want to kill Luka, after all this time? What could have Luka possible have done that- suddenly that train of thought ground to a halt and Livi froze with it, stopping his pacing.

He started training Livi. Throwing knives, catching them. Making Livi show him how Lovre and Suba taught him to fight. He was training him to fight them.

And Livi talked about it to Josip.

Livi leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling sick. Luka was using him, preparing him to take out people he used to call his family. And Josip... Josip might have reported everything he said to Suba.

Livi was certain his legs were going to give out under him.

"Livi? Livi!" Bruno's voice and his hand on his shoulder got him out of his frozen state.

He turned around, but just enough to hug Bruno and bury his face in his neck. He willed himself to concentrate on Bruno's heartbeat, to let it calm him down, but he couldn't stop his thoughts from spiraling.

If Suba planned this,and Josip knew he wanted Luka dead, why send him a message? Was it regret or...

They didn't know about Bruno. They didn't know Bruno would convince him to call Šime. So what did they know?

Livi closed his eyes, trying to see himself through his best friend's eyes. What would he expect him to do? What would Livi do, two years ago?

He would go alone. And arrive just in time to be killed as well.

This time his legs did give out and he clung desperately to Bruno not to fall. Bruno caught him, carefully carrying him to the couch, and then lifted his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Please tell me what's going on, Dominik. You are scaring me."

Damn. Livi knew it was serious when his boyfriend used his full name, but as much as he wanted to share everything with him, he didn't even know where to begin. And should he even tell him? What if Bruno gets killed as well, just because Livi got him involved in all this?

"Don't do that."

Livi snapped his gaze back to Bruno, raising his eyebrows. He still wasn't sure if he could speak without his voice betraying him.

"Don't shut me out and deal with whatever is going through your head alone. And before you say it, I don't care if you think it's better for me that way - that's not your decision to make. I am your boyfriend, please let me in. Let me help you."

And Livi told him everything. He didn't plan to, but when he started talking, it all just poured out of him, and as he talked he realized how many secrets he was actually carrying.

He told Bruno why he really defected, how the only other people who knew that were Luka, Dalić and Josip. How he and Josip stayed in touch. How he suspected Luka had ulterior motives for training him. And how he thinks Suba wanted Luka dead because of that.

The silence rang loudly in Livi's ears after he finished his speech. He was too scared to look at Bruno, but the longer the silence stretched, the more his anxiety grew.

"So what do you plan to do?"

Of all the questions Livi was anticipating, that was not one of them.

"What? After all that, that's the only thing you are going to ask?"

Bruno shrugged, and squeezed Livi's fidgeting hands between his.

"That's the only one that matters right now. I mean, I'm not going to lie, this is a lot to take in. But I trust you, especially after you trusted me with all of this. But, from what you told me, we can't really trust anyone else, and we need to act quickly. So... what do you plan to do?"

Livi chewed on his bottom lip, thinking. He grabbed his phone - the one he used to talk to Josip. But he didn't dial the number or start typing a message. He just stared at it for what seemed like an eternity.

Bruno stood up, letting go off Livi's hands. Livi already felt cold.

"If you'd prefer me to leave so you can talk to him..."

"No!" Livi shouted, startling both of them.

Bruno stared at him, willing him to tell him what he decided. What he wanted. Whose side he was choosing. Livi was so tired of choosing.

"I am just..." Livi sighed, ruffling his hair. “I am so tired of choosing."

Unable to bear the sight of the screen any longer, Livi threw the phone. It fell to the floor with a loud thud, followed by a silence that stretched for a long, long moment as he stared at it.

And then Bruno walked over and gently took Livi's hand in his, rubbing soothing circles in his palm.

"Then don't. Just choose this… choose us. There is no right or wrong here anymore. We both know better than that."

Livi turned his head to the side, trying to make sure that he got what Bruno was saying.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... we could disappear. We need two days max, just to pack everything and leave. We’ll figure out where we’re going on the way, and I can easily get us everything we need."

Livi met Bruno's fierce, unwavering gaze. Livi saw Bruno as his anchor, but he sometimes forgot he could be a storm as well.

"But your sister..."

Bruno smiled, shaking his head.

"It would be better for her to get away from this city as well. Somewhere safe. Somewhere where there are no sides to pick."

Livi could see that life, so perfectly clearly in front of his eyes. A life that he wanted so badly growing up. And Bruno was offering him all that on a silver plate. And yet...

Livi squeezed Bruno's hand tighter.

"I want that, I swear I do. This isn't a no. Just a not yet."

Bruno nodded, but Livi could see his face fall slightly. To anyone else, the change in expression would have been undetectable, but Livi knew each feature of this man’s face like the back of his hand, and the almost imperceptible droop of his eyes and mouth sent a pang of guilt through Livi’s chest. He closed the distance between them and kissed Bruno slowly, trying to put all of his love and gratitude into that kiss. Once they parted, Livi pressed their foreheads together, looking intensely into Bruno’s eyes.

"I just need to know first. I need to know if my best friend lied to me all this time. And I need to know if my dad-" Livi realized his mistake, and quickly tried to swallow a lump in his throat, "if Suba ordered a hit on me. I need to know, before I move on. Or I will carry my past wherever we go."

It was Bruno who kissed him this time. Livi pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He wanted to have this moment frozen in time and keep it forever. He wanted to forget about right and wrong, about choices, about a murky past and uncertain future and everything inbetween. Just for one perfect moment.

Neither of them said anything for a moment after they parted. Bruno gently stroked Livi's cheek with his thumb and then pressed one more quick kiss against his lips.

“So for the third damn time,” Bruno said with a hint of a smile, “what's the plan?"

Livi grabbed the phone from the floor and took a deep breath.

"First, we find out what's really going on. One way or another."

***

Livi tried not to think about all the things that could go wrong. If Josip suspected anything and didn’t arrive alone, the whole plan would fall to pieces.

He looked around the apartment while he waited. It looked almost the same as it did when he left it two years ago, just emptier and with dust heavily settled over everything. The comfortable brown couch stood in the same place, and while some of the furniture was turned over, probably in search for clues after his disappearance, it still looked too similar to how he left it for his liking.

The front doors opened with a soft click and Livi froze in his hiding spot, tensely waiting. Josip entered the room and Livi held his breath for a heartbeat, and then another. Nobody came in after him. Livi exhaled.

And then he grabbed his gun, and ignoring the guilt churning in his stomach, pointed it at Josip, stepping into the room.

"Don't move," Livi said, making Josip spin around to face him.

He eyed the gun in Livi's steady hands, and Livi could practically feel him calculating the distance between them and how fast he could disarm him. Too bad Livi counted on that.

"Don't bother. We both know I can shoot much faster than you can move, and I don't think you want a bullet wound."

Josip pressed his lips into a thin line, slowly raising his arms in surrender.

"What the fuck are you doing, Dominik?"

Livi almost laughed at the use of his name - no one except Bruno really used it, unless they were mad at him. He supposed pointing a gun at someone was a good enough reason to be mad, though.

"Getting some answers. How did you know about the shooting at the gallery?"

Josip paled, and his hands twitched, as if he was resisting the urge to fidget. Or reach for Livi's gun.

"Didn't we have an agreement about not asking each other about what we do and what we know? So no one can gain the upper hand?"

Livi cocked his gun, and the sound rang in the silence.

"Tell me how you knew about the shooting or the next question I will ask will be if you'd prefer me to shoot you in the leg or in the arm first."

Josip clenched his jaw, and focused on Livi, analyzing him for a moment. Probably calculating how likely he was to pull the trigger.

Livi felt numb. The only thing he concentrated on was the weight of the gun in his hands, and his steady breathing. Nothing more, nothing less. It was a trick Suba taught him when was younger. Focus on things you can control, and let them ground you.

"I was supposed to be a backup, if anything happened. The plan changed last minute," Josip bit his lip, "but something was off about the whole thing.

"Off how?"

"Off like... it was very rushed. Sloppy almost. Kalinić wanted it to be over with quickly-"

Josip's speech got interrupted by the doors slamming open and Livi, in his startled state, took about two seconds to turn and aim his gun at the intruder and shoot. Too slow.

He missed.

The man moved so fast Livi didn't recognize him at first. Not until they both stood opposite each other, each looking down the barrel of the other’s gun.

His long blond hair pulled into a ponytail and the way he held a gun were unmistakable. Domagoj Vida. Shit.

"Livi. Put the gun down. You really don't want to make this worse for yourself."

Livi tightened his hold on his weapon.

"Make what worse for myself? What exactly did I do to make you decide to point your gun at me?"

If he was being honest, he was stalling. It wasn't hard to guess why Domo was here. Livi acted too suspicious lately, leaving too many clues for someone to pick up.

Knowing information he shouldn't, then showing up with backup to save Luka from the hospital... he was getting sloppy and someone - either Luka or Dalić, he supposed - caught on. Stupid.

"Luka told me to keep an eye on you. That you might be getting information from people," Domo titled his head towards Josip, "that you shouldn't even talk to anymore. And it seems he was right."

Livi clenched his teeth, studying the man in front of him. He’d seen Domo fight a few times, so he knew what he was dealing with. He was brutal and reckless, but his main goal was to cause damage. Which meant his blows wouldn't be as precise as Livi's. If he could give a few precise hits fast enough...

"He didn't specify if I should deliver you and your friend dead or alive though. Which is unusual, but I’m taking it to mean it’s up to me, so you might think about what you are going to do."

Livi's blood froze in his veins as something clicked in his head. There was no way Luka could have said that. Livi spoke to Šime before all of this mess and Luka was asleep. And if he did that after he woke up, there’s no way Domo would have the time to follow him here.

Someone was setting him up. Livi couldn't think past the roaring of blood in his ears. Josip's words from earlier echoed in his ears. Kalinić. His brother was somehow involved in all this, but he couldn't have ordered Domo… not unless he had help from someone from their side.

Livi pushed all of his thoughts and suspicions aside, acknowledging that he really didn't have the time to think about this right now. He needed to focus on keeping himself - and possibly Josip – alive for now.

Domo glanced at Josip for the briefest second, but that was all Livi needed.

He threw himself forward, knocking Domo's gun out of his hands, but losing his in the process as well. They both scrambled for their weapons and landed clumsily on the floor with Livi on top of Domo.

"Run!" he shouted to Josip, which earned him a hard punch in the mouth for his moment of distraction.

Pain spread through his jaw and he tasted blood from his split lip. He jabbed Domo in the ribs with his elbow, and by the crack and the grunt of the pain, he probably broke at least one.

Domo retaliated by kicking him square in the solar plexus, and Livi gasped, trying to catch his breath through the sharp pain. Domo pushed him off, and Livi rolled on the floor, barely getting up in time to stop Domo's next blow.

He blocked the punch, but wasn't fast enough to stop Domo from grabbing his wrist as he did so, slamming his left hand to the wall. The sickening crack and pain that erupted from his wrist told him it was broken. Well shit.

Livi reached blindly with his right hand, grabbing the first thing on the counter next to him and slamming it into his opponent’s head. He saw that it had been a vase, but it shattered as it connected with Domo, sending shards of ornately painted ceramic clattering to the floor.

Livi pushed him away hard and Domo stumbled, shaking his head to stay conscious. Livi didn't give him a chance to recover - he jumped, spun in the air and kicked Domo right in the head. The blond dropped to the floor with a loud thud, and then there was silence. Livi's breath was ragged, but he didn't have the time to get it under control.

He grabbed his and Domo's gun from the floor and ran to the door. Bruno was waiting for him with a parked car and his eyes widened when he saw his boyfriend. Livi realised that he probably looked awful, with blood on his face and his left wrist hanging limply.

"Drive!" Livi ordered as soon as he sat in the car and Bruno complied, eyeing him nervously.

Bruno was about to say something but Livi interrupted him again.

"Not to our apartment. Drive to the safehouse where Luka and Ante are. If I am right, they are equally in danger as I am."

Livi reached for his phone, hissing in pain as he remembered his left hand wasn't functional at the moment.

"What danger? Livi, what's going on?" Bruno asked, gripping the wheel tighter.

"No time to explain, sorry" Livi said, dialing Šime's number, "I need to call Šime and tell him he needs to be there as well. Something is very, very wrong."

Before Livi could press call though, something else happened. Josip was calling him. He never called him on this phone unless it was an emergency, but Livi supposed this whole situation was one. He answered immediately.

"Josip? Are you alright?"

"Yes," The other man's voice was breathless from running, "I needed to check if you were alive. I am almost at the main house now but, God, Livi what the fuck was that?"

Livi sighed, not being sure what to say. How could he even explain when he wasn't sure what was going on?

"I am not sure myself. Just...be careful, alright?"

"There is something else that I need to tell you. I remembered-"

Josip's voice was suddenly cut off, and Livi could hear distant voices and shouting from the background. What was going on?

"Who is this?" a different voice asked sharply.

Livi's heart stopped for a moment, his blood turning to ice. This voice was all too familiar… a voice that he had been hearing almost his whole life. The voice of his brother. Lovre.

"Lovre?"

The question escaped him without his permission and he wanted to kick himself instantly? What kind of stupid idiot...

"Livi," Lovre's voice was icy, and he didn't ask, he knew it was him, "I see you found a way to keep tabs on us. Congratulations."

Livi gripped the phone tighter, his breath catching in his throat. Hearing his brother’s cold, detached tone hurt him more than he thought possible, even after all this time.

"I hope you got all the information you needed. Your friend Posavec might be... otherwise preoccupied for a while. A little tied up, one could say."

Livi could practically hear the sadistic smirk on Lovre’s face, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Images of Josip being tortured flashed through his mind, making him feel so nauseous that he thought he was going to throw up right then and there.

"But since I’m such a good brother, I'll give you a choice. If you show up in the next 48 hours, I'll let him live. If you don't... well I’m sure you get the idea, but I'll send you a video just to make sure."

Livi breathed in sharply, biting his already split lip until blood was all he could taste. His head was spinning.

"Lovre, wait! You can't-"

A dull beep told him the line had gone dead, and he let the phone slip through his shaking fingers. God, what had he done?

He glanced at Bruno, who, by the look on his face, was definitely still looking for answers of his own. His mind quickly went through Luka, Šime and Ante's possible reactions, and realised that he knew what he had to do. He picked up the phone from the footwell and opened a new text message… Bruno couldn't hear this conversation.

I need your help. Text me as soon as you wake up.

Livi had hoped to be able to talk to Luka in person about this, but the way things were going, he didn't want to risk it.

Livi smiled bitterly. Who better to ask how to fight his brother, than the person who’d been training him for that exact situation for months?

With that thought, Livi's exhaustion and injuries finally caught up with him and he fell back into his seat, drifting off into a turbulent sleep.

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