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Hey!
Could we get more about the yandere whitebeard crew?. I could imagine that if the whitebeard crew had any female members that they would be more protected of them. They just look like a crew that if a marine attacks one of they female members then they would get double attacked. Whitebeard goes into protect girl dad mode if they get attacked
I also feel like if they do have female members then there is probably one that is like a big sister to the rest of the girls. We're all the other girls can talk to her.
Btw sorry for my bad English.^^
First of all mi vida, I think your English is very good, I'm not an expert in the English language either, after all my native language is Spanish (which will come in handy when I finish my drafts for Miguel O'hara fics since I will enter to the Spiderman across the spider verse fandom, I already have about 3 ocs already created for that, sorry for the spam XD I am just so excited to see that spanish is becoming more popular here), so, as for how you write, in my opinion you do it very well, goob job darling~
Second, canonically speaking, the whitebeard pirates have female members in the gang, which are the nurses, as you can see in this image.
And what you say is true, Whitebeard's enemies would definitely try to attack the female members, but not just for the fact that they are women, and of course, Whitebeard, as a man of older generation, would feel the need to care of his daughters; but the truth would be more due to the fact that it is them, the nurses and the medical team, ruling out Marco, my headcanon is that the rest of the doctors and assistants are exclusively women, why? Because he believes that women are the ones who take better care of others, for the simple fact that they are women and the care and upbringing of others is within the feminine nature
I also have the headcanon, which is very possible a canon fact, that this specific pirate group rescues or finds children, takes them into their crew, and they are raised as the future members of the Whitebeard pirates, so it's very likely that , as you say, have female members in the group who have certain roles, such as the teacher, the older sister, the younger sister, the voice of reason, the woman who is in charge of the group's economy ( just as women are the ones who should be in charge of the household economy) the mother of the group etc…
and here between you and me:
Marco had a very hard training to be a doctor in Whitebeard's pirates due to the fact that he was a man, and surely many of the nurses and doctors (at that time all felame) had to beg for him so that the captain would give him a chance.
Women are definitely more favored in the pirate crew, maybe not in positions of combat power like being a commander, because that would be too dangerous and Whitebeard has generally only let women in for medical or caregiving positions or they're still children, so usually no woman has the combat skills required to be a commander, but it is the women who have more decision-making power in all other aspects, economy, travel, children, etc…
Every time there is a fight or armed conflict, either with the marines or another pirate group, there is a group with a secret commander who is in charge of transporting the women and children away from danger and bringing them back to their nakamas when it's safe
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Okay, so, Bright and Murphy are more like concepts than real steady/solid oc's. I have so many versions of them at this point and all of them are equally real to me, but they all kind of come together to make one big amalgamation of a character concept. The point being, I have come up with a new backstory for Murphy. What if, and hear me out on this, what if Murphy is actually Madison Miller. What if I aged Jeannie up just a few years, made her have Madison a bit younger, and made Madison 12 years old when Jeannie comes up with her math proof instead of ~4/5. And then, I give them 6 years on Atlantis going from season 3 to the end of season 5 (originally was 2006-2009). This puts Madison at 18 by the end of the show (and allows me to ignore the real ending of SGA lol).
The reason for all of this is, I want Madison to know what is going on with her mom. I want her to see her make the proof, hear her conversations with Rodney, see them get transported to the Daedalus, and hear her conversations with her dad. I do not want her mom, dad, or Rodney to know that she knows though. I also want her to know what is going on when her mom gets kidnapped and the time her mom goes to Atlantis because Rodney is dying. Jeannie also does stuff in the books (which I SERIOUSLY need to read) but I don't know anything about that.
I want her, at 12, to realize there is a space program of some kind and decide that she wants in. I think up until that point she has been a mostly normal kid, but immediately decides she is going to finish junior high that year, finish high school in two years, finish college by 18, and then start applying to every single internship/program/job that might possibly get her into the unknown space program, while also working on her master's. I think she gets deep into conspiracy theories around it, there were a couple times in SG-1 where people knew or figured out what was happening with the SGC and I am assuming there are a number of internet forums/discussion boards talking about the space program conspiracy somewhere and she gets into them, amassing as much proof as she can. Specifically, she wants to know what is true about the program and what is false so she has a good idea of what she will actually be doing once she gets in.
She never once questions if she will get in or not. She is going to simply because she sees no other option for her future. She will do anything, give up anything, to make sure this comes true. It becomes her sole goal in life instantly.
I think because her mom and uncle are Jeannie and Rodney, she actually is incredibly smart, but her mom wanted her to live a normal life, so she didn't push her much to explore that part of herself. I think she realizes very quickly that she is actually incredibly smart and that finishing school is going to be pretty easy for her. I think she starts making a list of everything she thinks she needs to do if she is going to explore space. She stops ballet, starts taking martial arts, she takes first aid courses, takes wilderness survival courses, she starts reading books on every single topic she can, she starts learning some other languages (both to help speak with people from other countries working in the program and also to practice for when she has to learn alien languages), she gets rid of a bunch of her childhood stuff and replaces all of it with posters about science and space, she learns astronomy and buys a very nice telescope, she starts trying to make herself like MRE's, she decides to go to college for astrophysics with minors in biology, chemistry, and engineering (just to cover her bases), she learns computer programming and builds her own computer.
She keeps her hair short, cuts her nails short, allows herself to get her earlobes pierced once but will not get more than that assuming the program works with the military, only wears military surplus boots or hiking boots and no other shoes, her wardrobe consists of science t-shirts, large sweaters, and plain jeans or cargo pants. She refuses to shave or wear makeup because she doesn't think that will matter in space and when would she have the time. She times herself so that her morning routine takes exactly 10 minutes, getting out of bed, showering, dressing and getting to the kitchen for breakfast in order to practice for emergencies she may face in space.
Her sleep schedule is horrendous, but who has time to sleep when they have things to learn? She allows herself one cup of coffee a day, but no more than that. She doesn't want to become dependent on caffeine in case she can't access it in space. She is part of a lot of science and space related clubs, but has a very hard time making friends her age, and gets along a lot better with the adults in the clubs and on the conspiracy theory forums she is a part of. I think she finishes junior high that year by working very hard to skip grades/test out of the rest of junior high, and works so hard that last year to essentially turn herself into a genius that she convinces her parents it would be better to let her do online homeschooling high school, so that she can go at her pace and focus on things she actually cares about (this goes along with her plan to finish in two years). She starts college when she is 14 and continues to work as hard as she can. She drives all her professors and advisors crazy, but she is the best student possible and when she is old enough (so it's not child labor) she gets one of them to agree to let her do undergraduate research with them in their physics lab. She is thrilled.
I think everything does work out for her in the end, and when she is in her last year of college she applies for as many summer programs/internships as she can that are happening in the places she theorizes could be the space program's base. Once she graduates, I think she gets a summer internship at a very prestigious science facility (with the possibility of a future job that would also pay for her master's (if the internship goes very well, and she decides she will make it go very well)... I did think about making it be area 51 but decided that would be too out there. I do think the facility works with tech from the SGC though that they have decided could become unclassified relatively soon). I think one day, while she's there, Rodney goes there to help the scientists with something (what it is doesn't really matter, just that it's not what she is working on). They bump into each other in the hall and she goes "Uncle Rodney!! I thought you were off- out of the country!?" and he goes "What were you going to say?" and she says "....off world...". Which leads to an interrogation, her parents have to come, the military gets involved, etc etc etc, and her whole story comes out.
She does get a job with the SGC. They decide she is intelligent enough and definitely motivated enough, and she has done a very good job of keeping it a secret this whole time. They decide it will be easier to just let her come to work for them than to make her keep quiet about it longer and to give up wanting to work for them. They do make her stay on the base on Earth for now, because she's only 18, and even though she's technically an adult that's still very young and they don't want babies running around the galaxy representing Earth. She is entirely untested and they don't let just anyone into the program. Also, they won't send her to Atlantis yet because the wraith are a problem and they don't want to get a teenager killed. She stays on Earth for another year, working in the labs at the SGC (she is star-struck, head-over-heels, super embarrassing crushing over Sam lol).
In the meantime, on Atlantis they are hard at work on the wraith problem and they create the vaccine (ever present in all forms of Bright and Murphy). They find a queen who is willing to work with them through Todd, who is also willing to work with them on this. Bright is part of this queen's hive (he is still baby in this universe). Human's start taking the vaccine, things are going well, the queen decides there needs to be a meeting with the other queens and the leaders of the Pegasus galaxy and Earth to figure out how to make this work long term. In order to facilitate this meeting, a neutral planet in the Pegasus galaxy is chosen and Atlantis, the queen, and the SGC start setting things up. It is very much an all hands on deck scenario and so Madison gets sent to Pegasus. She is not supposed to be around the wraith, but ends up running into Bright anyway in one of the labs. They start working together and hit it off right away.
Here are a few other changes that come after they meet. One, Madison hadn't taken the vaccine yet, so Bright doesn't start feeding on her immediately. That happens a while after they meet and he has been feeding on other people first. Eventually Madison decides she wants the vaccine (and also she's maybe jealous of the people he is feeding on and possessive over him) and so she offers to let him feed on her, and he does and it goes the way it always does in every other version of them, because of course it does, who do you think I am??? It was an entirely unexpected experience for both of them, but neither are opposed in any way. Two, during this time, Madison also meets the queen and very much has had an "oh no" moment about it (I don't have a name for the queen yet, but I am thinking about it a lot). She knows what's going on between Bright and Madison and finds it adorable (none of the humans know what is happening... yet). And three, the queen decides "hm.... I want involved" and tells them as much and they are like "yeah". And then all three of them are together.
I don't really have what happens next besides, the vaccine is disseminated to the whole galaxy, they bring peace and prosperity to Pegasus, and everything is awesome. A few years later, Madison will hybridize herself so that she can live with her wraith beloveds longer than she would as a human, and they live happily ever after, horrifying all humans and wraith alike with their freaky little triad 😌😇
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It’s The Dog | Chapter 2 | Ghost x Dog Handler! OC
Pairing: Ghost x f! OC
Warnings: None really, language, is dog poop a warning??
Edited: No
A/N: An extra long chapter for the wait. ~3k+! I'm finally on Spring Break!! I’m not certain what to name my OC so I’m just gonna leave her nameless (for now, maybe idk). However, she is a Latina (Mex) so her name is of Hispanic origin. She's 21, and Ghost is 30-32, so... age difference. As for her rank of Sergeant, she's freshly pinned. Debating whether I should name her dog Riley…. I did in the end lol
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The last mission was long and hard, but Sergeant Canis was certain that she and her dog were going to be fine after a good rest back at base. They were waiting on the other side of the huge hill again for an exfil. She had just called over her radio and was waiting a response back. Although their work was done for the time being, both she and her dog were actively searching the top of the hill for any signs of enemies that they may have missed. She glanced to her dog. He had his ears on a swivel and his nose was twitching as he tried to scent out any bad guys to bite.
Without a doubt was Canis proud of her doggo. He’d been working extra hard this mission and rightly deserved lots of treats and pets.
Hmm… maybe I’ll cook him up a steak-
Her train of thought was cut off by the grainy- yet somehow clear- sound of her radio going off.
“Charlie-04, what’s your status? This is Tango-06”
“Tango-06, this is Charlie-04, requesting exfil to RTB. The LZ is clear.” Canis provided their coordinates to the pilot.
“Received. ETA in 6 minutes.” The helicopter pilot responded.
Not long after, the helicopter was landing nearby and blowing hot air and dust all over the place. Luckily she was wearing sunglasses and her dog had to funky goggles that sometimes made her giggle at the sight of him. Both quickly made their way into the helo and they were off back to base. But just before they could properly settle in one of the exfil crew was calling her name.
“Sergeant Canis, sir, you have an incoming call. Permission to switch to private comms?”
“Go ahead.” She was a bit confused.
Who the hell’s calling me at a time like this??
Once the comm was switched it was then that she heard him.
“Sergeant? How’s it goin’, love?”
“Well, hello there, Captain…”
This was going to be a long day for Canis, she was sure of it.
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Ghost was waiting next to Soap a little ways off from the tarmac, when a C-130 Hercules transport aircraft landed on the runway. It began to taxi towards their standing location. Several minutes later the plane began to unload its cargo. If he was to be honest, Simon was excited for a dog to join the team. He had always liked them when he was younger but was only ever able to admire them from afar. His father would have never allowed one in their home.
He could hear dog barks getting closer as the crate transporting the dog was unloaded. Ghost spotted the crate and could just make out the silhouette of a German shepherd dog. His eyes moved up when he saw a figure walking up next to the crate. The person placed their hand on top of the crate and pat it a few times, most likely to calm the canine down. It didn’t seem to work.
When they got close enough, Johnny voiced his concern.
“Is the dog good?” He was worried the dog was going to bark itself to oblivion. Even with the muzzle the dog had on, he kept barking.
“Riley? Oh, yeah. He does this when he notices we’re not at the same base as before. He’ll get used to this base eventually, so when we comeback from missions in the future he’ll just be sleeping.” Riley? “I think he does this to freak everyone out. So are ya?”
“Freaked out? A bit, lass.” Johnny chuckled, then remembered the dog’s name. “Did you say, Riley?”
“Yeah. It was his name when I got him as a two-year old. Why?” She looked between the two men. Mohawk guy was giving a knowing look to Mr. Broody. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the skull-clad man in the eyes. His presence was intense. He didn’t acknowledge his younger teammate.
Johnny grinned, “No particular reason. Just glad to have you and Riley on the team…”
“Oof, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself there.” She gave them her name. “But you guys can call me Canis.”
Canis and Soap shook hands. “Name’s Johnny MacTavish but you can call me Soap since we’re the same rank.” Letting go of her hand, he gestured to Simon. “This here is Ghost. I just call him L.t.”
The lieutenant grunted in greeting before reaching out his hand for a shake. His hand was warm against her cooler fingers. They were definitely much larger than hers, but given her height, everyone’s hands were bigger than hers anyways. Canis steeled herself and looked him in the eyes. His lids drooped and she couldn’t see his pupils in the darkness, but she could see that his eyes had a softness in them yet not completely. He was still wary of her being there, all new and whatnot. Her cheeks began to warm as the stare held on. His hand was in hers for a few seconds longer than normal, and when Ghost noticed he immediately let go. His mind had wandered off like hers did. Her eyes drifted to Riley who had finally relaxed his barking during their little introduction. She didn’t see Ghost flexing his hand behind his back.
Ghost’s own cheeks had warmed, but he shook the feeling away. “Let’s go. The Captain is waiting for us.”
He turned and led them to the building, not turning to see if they were following them or not.
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Once in the cargo bay of the main building, Canis clipped the leash onto Riley’s collar which clearly read: DO NOT PET; and let Riley walk out on his lead, letting him quickly do his business on a grassy area just outside, then cleaned up after him. She had trained him to go on command, which was convenient for her whenever they were on time sensitive missions.
They walked for a short while until Ghost stopped in front of a frosted glass top door. Canis could make out that the lights were on but she couldn’t see if anyone was inside already. Ghost knocked on the wooden part of the door and waited until a muffled answer told him it was okay to enter. Upon hearing it, he opened the door and held it open for his two sergeants. Soap pat his thanks on Ghost’s shoulder, while Canis whispered her thanks. Ghost could just hear it but his hand gripping the door began to sweat. Riley took a moment to sniff the tall man. Curious.
Captain Price was sitting behind his desk like usual. A young man closer in age to Canis was sitting across from him. Both looked over to them as they came inside the decent sized office. Extra chairs lined the far wall, which Johnny was taking the time to move them in front of the desk.
Price called her name. “Or should I call you Canis now?” One of his thick brows twitched upwards in question. “Running with the wolves now, love?”
Canis grinned at her new Captain. “You know me, Old Man. I’m always one for having a pack.” She gave him a little wink. A short laugh escaped her blush pink lips.
“You two know each other well?” The only person Canis did not know looked between them. Johnny also had a slightly confused look to his face.
“Quite, Old Man and I go back since I was in the womb to be honest.” Canis looked at him. “Umm…?”
“Oh! Gaz on missions and Kyle while on base.”
“He’s like an uncle to me, Kyle.” Canis sat down. Riley and the other two doing the same.
“Her father and I used to run missions together.” Price gave his two cents. “He’s an Army Ranger. Good man. Retired now.” The others looked at her in awe. The Army Rangers were the elite of the elite and were definitely people that any military man should inspire to be. His face turned contemplative.
“Any reason why you’re in the Air Force and not following in your father’s footsteps?” It was a legitimate question, but it made Canis tense at the words.
“Well, you know him, Old Man. I wanted to piss him off… He’s a better Ranger than he ever was a parent.” Price’s brows furrowed, then she mumbled off a, “Chair force my ass…”
The situation with her father still made her upset so she said nothing more. She did not want to dampen the mood any more than it had already had.
It was quiet for a second until Johnny broke it, asking her a simple ice breaker question. “So, your doggo know any tricks, lass?” Johnny flashed her a grin. His eyes darted to the diligently sitting German shepherd.
“A trick, Soap?” She smiled back.
“Yeah.”
“Salute your superior, Sergeant.” She grinned at Soap while his face flashed a look of confusion at the other three. Gaz looked equally confused but Price had a small smile on his face, and he couldn’t gauge Ghost’s reaction because of his mask.
“Umm… the Captain?” He wasn’t sure what she meant. His fellow Sergeant shook her head and tilted it towards her four-legged partner. Riley sat perfectly still, his brown eyes staring at the man. “The dog?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Ah… okay, then.” Soap then brought his hand up in a salute and waited, but only for a moment.
Riley lifted his large paw as high as he could and placed it in front of his eye before setting it down. A doggy salute.
Soap blinked and yet still couldn’t believe it. Riley had saluted back at him. Captain Price had chuckled at the antics going on and Gaz let loose a “Woah!” Ghost only titled his head a bit but he was definitely amused by this. If anyone had looked closely, they would have seen the skin by his eyes crinkle just a bit.
Riley wagged his tail and turned his head to his designated mother as if asking: “I did good right? Okay, now where’s my treat, human?”
Canis tossed him a piece of chicken she had in her pocket. Riley snapped at it mid air with a sharp snap of his jaws. She was proud of her friend. This was not something that was explicitly taught when going through handler training, but was a trick that Canis taught Riley to do as a way to boost morale on long haul missions with her previous teams. The boys had loved it so it stuck. “Good boy.”
“Wait, why does Johnny have to salute Riley? He’s his superior?” Gaz almost raised his hand to ask, his upper body moving towards her. Soap leaned closer, too.
“Well, any MWD is a rank higher than their handler.” Canis replied, her face turned serious. “It’s like that to prevent any handler from abusing their dogs. Imagine punching your Captain… yeah, it wouldn’t go down well.”
“Well said. Now, get settled. Tomorrow we’re going to do a mini training session with all of you and with Riley. I want to see how well you perform.” Price stood from his chair. “I also want those of you who haven’t worked with a dog before to get used to them and see what they are capable of, at least in principle. You’ll get the idea once we’re out in the field.”
A chorus of ‘yes, sir’s and everyone stood up.
“Did’ya bring any special equipment with ya that we could use for tomorrow?” The Captain continued. His attention focused on Canis.
“Equipment?” She believed she knew what he was talking about. “Yes, sir. I’ll have it prepped in the morning.”
“Good, miss.” Then he exited first.
Canis grabbed a hold of Riley’s lead before he could wander off with the rest. Riley began sniffing everyone as they walked out the door. He sniffed the longest at the person who stayed behind.
Ghost let his hand be sniffed by Riley. The dog was taking lots of breaths, his nose twitching with each inhale and exhale. His lips twitched when he saw Riley’s tail move side to side. It was 100% a pleasure making a dog happy. Taking Riley’s friendly posture as a queue, he pats him on the head. Riley’s butt wiggled with his tail wags, and he tried to lick Ghost’s hand even through the muzzle.
Canis stood there and let the interaction happen with no interruption, despite the ‘DO NOT PET’ in bold on his collar. This would be the only exception. It was good for Riley to interact with the team as soon and as often as possible. It would help them trust her dog more while on a mission. She smiled at the two. It was sweet.
Ghost looked up sensing eyes on him. His cheeks burned again. He felt a little silly forgetting that Canis was still there waiting on them. And here he was loving on her dog. A good dog, but still. He coughed lightly and with a final pat on Riley’s head, Ghost turned and left the room.
Canis shrugged and smiled knowingly once he was out of the room. Then she led Riley out as well and made their way to their designated barracks.
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The following morning Canis woke up early due to Riley licking her hand. His whine to be let out had her shooting out of bed. She did not want to miss his queues to be let out like before when they were first partnered together. Those were not good moments for them both.
Canis dressed in her combat outfit sans her heavy gear load out. She attached the leash to his collar, not forgetting to grab his favorite ball- foregoing his muzzle, and led him from her room to an inner courtyard she saw in passing the night before. Now that the sun was rising, she could see that the courtyard was open with a few benches along the wall. The middle had green grass that was in need of a cut soon. The grass was wet so it must have rained in the middle of the night. There were a few bushes that appeared to have flowers on them but since it was early fall, they had begun to shrivel up and a few had already fallen.
Canis led Riley to a corner of the yard to do his business. She didn’t want him going all over the place- and not wanting to be discourteous to others. Riley did his business and she cleaned up after him like a responsible handler would and deposited the bag in a trash bin. Then she let him loose and threw his ball to the other side of the courtyard, slowly making her way after it. Riley bolted after the ball, mouthed on it where he got it and ran back for her to throw it again. They played like this for a few minutes.
She should have realized that he was somewhere behind her before Riley ran past her with a yip. Ghost would always be silent, under all circumstances. Canis made a quick turn to see Ghost sitting on a small bench with Riley’s ball firmly clenched in his skull-gloved hand. Riley’s backend wiggled with the intensity of his tail wagging. He barked a few times, urging Ghost to ‘throw the ball already!’
Ghost looked at her. A beam of sunlight passed over the courtyard, illuminating Ghost’s brown eyes into a deep honey. Their identical colored eyes locked in a way that had her taking a deep breath. She nodded her approval to him with a smile and he chucked the ball. Riley was like a bullet trying to get it.
Canis made her way to where Ghost sat. He scooted over just enough to let her sit next to him. He was manspreading so her knee was lightly touching his thigh. Both of their legs twitched but settled against each other when neither of them said anything. Riley bounded over with his happy self, ball in mouth. He plopped the ball back into Ghost’s open hand again then took off once more when he threw it.
“He really likes you.” Canis chuckled. “It usually takes him longer to warm up to new people on the teams we’ve joined up with.”
“Mmm…” Ghost fiddled with a loose string on his black sweater. “I guess I have a way with dogs, then.”
He was teasing her. She looked up at his much larger frame. “Oh, Lieutenant… Riley here can turn at the drop of a single word.”
He didn’t doubt her there. Ghost’s stomach twitched at her unknowing use of his name. He’d definitely have to get used to that.
When Riley came back with his ball, Canis had him heel between her legs. “Watch the door, Riley.”
Riley’s ears perked up at the order and his head turned on a swivel to the door. His hackles rose and his lips curled in a silent snarl. Ghost could see that his eyes had an intensity that wasn’t there before while they were playing ball. Riley was a serious dog and he could turn so easily.
“Release!” After a few seconds, Canis threw his ball into the air and Riley lunged at it breaking his command. He was back to his happy tail-wagging self. It amazed Ghost how easily he transitioned between his working mode and calm mode. Although, he hadn’t seen the full extent of Riley’s abilities, yet.
Canis looked at her watch. “I should be getting our gear ready for our training session soon… I still need to feed Riley.” She went to stand then turned to Ghost, “I’ll see you later, sir. It was nice seeing you interact with Riley. We can do it again if you want?”
Ghost looked her in the eyes, “Yeah, I want to.”
She gave him a small smile then returned her attention to Riley and reattached his leash to his collar. As they walked back inside, Ghost lowered his gaze to a large paw print imprinted into the wet dirt a few feet from him. The blades of grass glowed as the sun moved higher into the sky.
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Get to know my OC II
I was tagged by @gummybugg here! I encourage everyone to check out what Blair and Elijah said about themselves!
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Guan Zhuyu from MoS
For this one, I choose the main from And May the Moon Shine Over Your Ways, my little guy, Tiv!
Behind the sea of golden crops, I saw an auburn bush. I chose a shortcut and after a moment, the rest of the elf was revealed. They were lying on the dry grass, reading a book. Even though they were pretty tall, they looked delicate. Without me asking, they softly said “how can I help you?”
“Ah. It’s pretty easy. You don’t have to go anywhere,” I added, as they were getting from lying to sitting. “I’d like to ask you a few questions, that’s all.”
“Oh? That sounds… fun?”
“It will be fun, I promise. Let us get started.”
1. Are you named after anyone?
That’s… not really a thing we do. Usually, we get names after some special events of talents. I have two! My first name ever was Tiveor’fiehuhue, it’s after an unusually warm winter day, when I was born. The second is Ipsenel, I got it as a child after helping a lot in something, I… I’m sorry, I don’t really remember what that was. My father should know, maybe try asking him?
2. When was the last time you cried?
*laughs* That was a bit cringey… My little sibling broke their tiny toy horse, the poor animal lost its head. When I saw it, them crying and the horse decapitated, my eyes got wet. It was such a cute toy, you know?
3. Do you have kids?
awkward silence …No.
4. Do you use sarcasm?
While talking with my older sister, yes. She deserves some stings. quiet giggle
5. What's the first thing you notice about people?
I’m a bit interested in cloth-making, so clothes.
6. What's your eye color?
Brown. Sei, I mean my sister, could probably tell you more. She paints a lot and is so good with colors! You wouldn’t believe how many different colors she can make.
7. Any special talents?
I’m decent at lacing. See? Not that bad. shows the lace at the end of his sleeve
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Both. I… love all the stories, somehow.
9. Where were you born?
points at a close mansion Here!
10. What are your hobbies?
So nice of you to ask! Beside the laces, I make embroidery and knit! I practice Rhetoric, some tiny fun stuff. Usually things for my little sibling and their friends, spending time with tiny stars is inspiring beyond comparison. Of course, I read a lot of books too, of any genre like I said.
11. Do you have any pets?
When I was younger, we had a cat. She was brown and fluffy, and I used to hug her all the time. I’m not sure if she liked it though… Now we don’t have any. I think we should, it’s good for the children.
12. What sports do you play/have played?
Sei knows a lot of sports and she tried… actually still tries to find something perfect for me. I can ride a horse, but that’s hardly a sport, just a basic transportation method… Oh, I know, ice skating! I enjoy that a bit! I guess the summer made me forget that.
13. How tall are you?
Uh… pretty tall? About as tall as my mother, we’re both just a dot taller than most.
14. Favorite subject in school?
Rhetoric. Talking to flowers and rocks was always fun for me!
15. Dream job?
Helping Sei. That’s probably what I will be doing, lucky me! Some villagers suggest that I should go to the capital and pursue Rhetorics but I… I’m happy with what I have. I want to leave that possibility for my younger sibling as well, we don’t have enough to send off two children. Ah, and above all, Sei won’t manage to be an acceptable ruler without me. laugh
“And that would be all!” I say, clothing my notebook. “By the way, what are you reading?”
“It’s a very convoluted romance. It made me cry so many times… The main character…” [the remaining 50 pages of Tiv’s blabbering was cut out by the redactor]
Ps, have I ever mentioned how much I love this tag?
ammsoyw taglist: @gummybugg, taglist is always open!
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🌟💔🎲
Questions for the Mun - Accepting!
🌟 - Who was your very first rp muse?
Hermione Granger from Harry Potter, in what feels like a million years ago. My first OCs + Relena Peacecraft from Gundam Wing soon followed.
💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse?
I think this question has two answers, really: what do I dislike about the muse based on what's given/shown in canon, and what do I dislike about the muse due to the fandom.
For the canon, there are times where I just hate seeing Sonia being taken advantage of/teased/etc. because she's sheltered and just doesn't know better, but she also doesn't effectively stand up for herself a lot either. Maybe it's some of the tropes DR puts her in, but I'd love to be a bit more snarky to characters who are being rude, as opposed to issuing commands that never really stick.
Additionally, and these aren't really Sonia's fault but how she's written: why give her military knowledge and prowess and not let her USE IT? Yes, having all weapons and methods of transport disabled in the Neo World Program simulation makes sense, but at the end of DR3 where she just...encourages Kazuichi instead of picking up a gun or driving a tank? For as ridiculous as DR can be at times, surely they could fit some sort of military vehicle onto that ship that she could commandeer. Super lame.
And don't get me started on her free time events. I love some of what the free time events reveal, but the whole bit of "Hajime looks like this hero of legend and I'll just happily co-rule and give him power equal to mine in Novoselic!" thing is just not okay to me. I don't like it. Therefore, my Sonia is the monarch and any partner she takes is her consort, end of story.
For the popular fandom opinions, I abhor the take of "Sonia is useless/her talent is useless and sucks, Sonia should have died to give Kazuichi character development/Hiyoko could have lived, Sonia is boring" arguments. And of course the Get rid of Sonia so we can have Kazuichi/Gundham" take. I had this issue in the Gundam Wing fandom long ago with people hating Relena because she got in the way of Heero/Duo.
Y'all, these are bad takes. Don't do it. There is nothing wrong with being a kind, generous, friendly, compassionate female character.
🎲 - Do you have a favorite board game?
When I was younger, it was definitely Clue and Trivial Pursuit! To the point that I gave Sonia Cluedo as a favorite childhood game growing up: I think she'd enjoy it.
As an adult, I still love trivia, but I also enjoy Betrayal at House on the Hill and Cards Against Humanity. The horror, of recalling facts at the drop of a hat, a haunted house, and seeing just how much of a terrible/sarcastic person you can be.
Does anyone else remember online Cards Against Humanity but you're playing IC as your muse(s)? That should make a comeback.
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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙
Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.
Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.
Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.
Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC
Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI
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|| Ch. 13: New Old Memories ||
Luna can’t tell if she’s sleeping or if that vampire going through her portal was the final push needed for it to kill her. Whatever it is, she’s suspended in a dark and quiet space surrounded by nothingness. She can’t move or make a sound, she can only float along with nothing but the thoughts in her mind.
She wishes she at least knew if she were still alive or not so she won’t have to remain in fear. All she can remember is yelling and then everything faded to nothing. Did Jungkook or one of the other guys kill the vampire? Did the vampire manage to run off with her somehow? What if she’s left in the house dead along with her parents?
Suddenly the view around her changes. The black abyss has turned into her parents’ house. Not in present day, but it’s how the house was when she was much younger. Strangely she’s able to walk around as if she had been transported back in time. She steps inside and finds her younger self on the floor of the living room playing with an assortment of toys.
“Hey,” she whispers to her younger self but there’s no response. “Am I a ghost?”
Her younger self gets up after a moment and runs through her to her parents room.
“Ok I’m definitely a ghost or something,” she mumbles following her younger self.
Suddenly she remembers this day. She was 5 years old and this was the day she overheard her mom crying about “Luna” but not her. That was the day her mom told her about her best friend Luna who she was named after.
“My Luna,” her mom’s voice can be heard through the door where 5 year old Luna stands listening a bit before entering the room. “What can I do? How do I protect her from the same fate? How do I protect her when I’m not even sure what he looks like? How did you not know what he was? I need you, Luna.”
“I’m right here, mommy,” young Luna says finally entering the room. “What’s wrong?” She asks noticing her mom’s tears.
“Oh nothing, honey,” her mom says wiping her her face and pulling Luna into her lap on the bed. “I was just thinking about my best friend Luna.”
“Your best friend has the same name as me?”
“Yeah,” her mom says softly. “I named you after her.”
“Really? Why?”
“I loved her like she was my sister, so when you were born…she passed away. I wanted to name you after her to keep her memory alive.”
“Oh,” young Luna says not fully understanding.
She understands it now though. The many times her mom would tell her that she reminds her of her best friend more and more. But something she hadn’t thought much of before was what her mom was saying before she ran into the room. What did she mean by “How did you not know what he was?” as if there were a previous relationship with the vampire who did this.
She was confused before but now she’s even more confused. If her birth mom already knew the vampire then what was the nature of their relationship? Why did it end with him killing her and her birth father? More importantly, what happened to him after? Is he still out there somewhere?
Suddenly the room around her disappears and she finds herself in the middle of another memory. She’s 7 years old and sitting in the emergency room. This was the day her eye turned red out of the blue. She had gotten into a disagreement with one of the girls in her class for a reason she can’t even remember. All Luna knows is she got upset and started yelling at the girl. In her tirade, her eye somehow turned red and scared the girl into crying to the teacher. The teacher thought Luna had hit the girl until she noticed her eye. Luna was sent directly to the nurse where her parents were called to come pick her up.
Unsure of what would cause her eye to suddenly change color, her parents took her to the emergency room fearing the worst. She was inspected inside and out puzzling everyone that laid eyes on her.
Luna watches the memory play out right before her eyes. Her younger self is sitting on the hospital bed while her parents sit in two chairs next to her. The doctor left the room to check the results of the many tests they ran on her. Her parents are speaking in a low voice, though not quite low enough for Luna to not hear. She was scared, but she was trying to be brave the way her favorite show taught her.
As before, she was so young and didn’t have the knowledge she has now, that she never thought anything of what her parents were saying. She heard every word but never once thought twice about it.
“Why did this happen so suddenly?” Her dad asks her mom.
“I don’t know,” her mom whispers. “Do you think that maybe it’s a….side effect?”
“Why would it show up 7 years later?” He asks perplexed. “Wouldn’t she be born with something like that?”
“I don’t know any more about this than you do. It’s not like there’s a guide out there that tells us how these things work.”
“What if it doesn’t go away? Would she be more noticeable? Would she be safe?”
Her mom looks at him worried about the fact that she really doesn’t have an answer. Before she can respond, the doctor returns looking just as puzzled as everyone else.
The doctor explains that all of Luna’s tests came back normal. He can’t explain why her eye is red or why it suddenly appeared, but his only theory is that it’s some type of birth defect. Though it seems completely harmless, he wants to continue seeing Luna regularly to see if there are any changes.
When he leaves the room her parents begin whispering to each other again. Young Luna is more concerned about the harrowing thought of having to walk around with different colored eyes than she is about whatever her parents are talking about.
“It has to be a side effect,” her mom whispers. “If it doesn’t go away we’ll have to figure out a way to keep her safe.”
Luna remembers the fear and uncertainty of her parents. She had no idea the full gravity of the situation, but after this day her parents came up with the idea to have her wear contacts. Each day they would make sure she didn’t leave home without them.
Despite the contacts, the damage at school had already been done. Many kids in her class witnessed everything so rumors were already flying by the time she returned. Kids called her all kinds of names and treated her like a monster. She felt like an outcast and begged her parents day in and day out to let her change schools but they always told her no.
Sitting through this memory again has unlocked deep feelings that Luna had stored away for a long time. The painful elementary years brings tears to her eyes. She doesn’t know why she’s seeing this and reliving it all again, but when she sees her younger self crying she can’t help but do so too. She slowly approaches her younger self and wraps her arms around her. She can’t be seen, heard, or felt in this state, but she sits there embracing and crying with herself anyway.
Jungkook hasn’t sat still since he returned home. Luna has been unconscious for hours now and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The rest of the guys have since returned and stopped by to check Luna’s condition.
Jimin returned with Luna’s backpack of things that she had packed from her parents house. Yoongi collected a few things from the leftover ash of the now 3 vampires that lay dead in the house. When they felt all was clear, Taehyung took it upon himself to anonymously call authorities to come to the house and collect the bodies of Luna’s parents. He knows it could possibly cause an entire investigation once they’re found and they see that Luna is missing, but he couldn’t stand to let the bodies of her parents remain there abandoned like nothing. If he could do anything for Luna, he wanted to be able to do that.
After leaving her parents house they went searching for anyone using the portal near her work building. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long before someone appeared right before them. They ambushed the guy and Namjoon brought him back and imprisoned him. They’ll interrogate him, but stopped to check in on Luna first. Yoongi tells Jungkook to continue giving her blood hoping that could help and let them know if her condition changes. The good news is at least she’s still alive.
Now Jungkook is alone with her struggling to make sense of things. He can’t figure out why this happened and why she still won’t wake up. He’s been trying to remain calm, but the more time goes by, the more he feels his soul dying.
He’s blaming himself again. He feels he could have been better, faster, and stronger than he was. He should have been able to save her parents and he should have been able to save her. How can he call himself a shield of anything?
He looks down at Luna’s face and notices a tear sneaking out of the corner of her eye. He stares a moment thinking he’s seeing things, but then more tears start to fall.
“Are you crying?” He asks to no response. “Are you awake? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”
She still doesn’t respond. Only silent tears streaming down her face. Something about this sight has Jungkook struggling with his own emotions and he can’t for the life of him determine why.
“Please don’t cry,” he whispers transforming into his bunny form and curling up next to her. He lays there catching her tears on his back and hiding his own until he falls asleep.
Luna is slightly relived when the painful memory of her childhood finally fades away. She’s then thrown in the middle of another memory, though this doesn’t look familiar to her at all.
It takes a moment but she realizes she’s in Korealis now. This certainly can’t be a memory of hers. She’s in the hallway of a school where she sees a little boy sitting on the floor against the wall.
“Jungkook?” She says recognizing his large eyes and round face.
Of course, he can’t hear her, but he does begin to hear a couple of teachers talking in another room.
“I don’t know why they have him enrolled in this school,” one teacher says. “We can’t do anything with him.”
“I guess his dad wanted him to try being a normal kid,” another teacher says. “I don’t know how, but he convinced the dean to accept him although he’s supposed to be in the Royal Academy.”
“Why would the dean make an exception for the man who got the late king killed? If this kid is going to be the next generation of royal shield then shouldn’t he be at the royal academy so he can be better than his failure of a father? We can’t give him that type of training.”
“Maybe he’s trying to create a new generation of failures,” the teacher laughs. “I don’t know why they let him keep his position. My nephew could protect the king better than that. He certainly wouldn’t let him die.”
“I feel bad for the kid. He doesn’t have a chance.”
Young Jungkook remains in the hallway clutching his knees. He uses everything in him to hold back his tears. This isn’t the first time he’s heard someone talking about his father being a failure, but he doesn’t understand why he has to go to a school where almost everyone thinks that. If he were at the Royal Academy as he should be he wouldn’t have to deal with this.
Luna looks on helplessly as young Jungkook silently cries to himself. The scene changes and now he’s crying to himself in his bedroom. The same bedroom Luna has become familiar with, except at this moment it’s filled with toys and typical decorations for a young boy.
His father enters the room with a slight limp and sits at the edge of the bed attempting to comfort Jungkook.
“What’s wrong?” His dad asks.
“I don’t want to go to that school,” Jungkook pouts. “Why do I have to go to that stupid school?”
“What happened?”
“The teachers called you a failure!” Jungkook says in frustration. “Why do you make me go there when everyone hates you?! Why do you make me go there and listen to that? I told you I didn’t want to go there!”
“Jungkook-“
“Why did you let the king die?!”
His dad pauses in shock at Jungkook’s outburst. He hangs his head a moment searching for the words to say.
“Jungkook,” he dad says softly. “I told you what happened. I told you I did everything I could. I wasn’t perfect, I admit that, but I did the best I could to uphold my duty. I sacrificed my leg to ensure the safety of this kingdom.”
“But why does everyone hate you? Why does everyone hate me? I didn’t even do anything!”
“Son, receiving hate from those who know no better is part of being a shield. Let that be your motivation to be better. Be better than me.”
“I will!” Jungkook says with conviction. “I’ll be much better so people won’t say the same bad things about me!”
“I know you will.”
The scene suddenly changes and Luna is in the sparring room. It looks slightly different, but there’s Jungkook in the corner lifting weights. He’s a little older now and much stronger, though nowhere near as strong as he is in present day. His father enters the room with a troubled look on his face.
“Jungkook,” he says trying to get his attention.
Jungkook grunts without looking up. He continues lifting weights as if his father isn’t there.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“No,” Jungkook grumbles.
“Jung-“
“I said no!” He slams the weights down and gets up attempting to walk past his father and out of the room.
“We’re not going to keep going through this!” His father shouts. He grabs Jungkook’s arm and gets close to his face. “I know you’ve been having a hard time, but you can’t keep getting into fights because people say something you don’t like.”
“It’s your fault that I keep getting into fights!” Jungkook huffs. “Everyone thinks I’m nothing because of you so I had to show them! I’m sick of hearing the same shit every day about you and things that I have nothing to do with. I’m not you and I’m going to make sure they remember that!”
“I know you’re not me,” his father sighs. “But please, Jungkook, you have to stop getting into fights. A royal shield cant get into trouble the way you’ve been lately.”
“Why should I care? According to everyone else you already set the bar so low so what difference does it make if I get into fights? You may be ok letting people talk shit about you, but I’m making sure they never curse my name like that.”
“I understand that, but I’m trying to keep you from letting your emotions give people a reason to talk about you the way they talk about me. I’m tough, Jungkook, I can handle it. You need to learn to do so too!”
“I am handling it!”
“No, you’re letting it consume you! If you want to be angry about something someone said then fine, but channel that energy into your training!”
Luna stands by in shock. Not only because of what she’s seeing, but why is she seeing it? This obviously is Jungkook’s memory, not her’s. How is this even possible?
“Is that why mom left?” Jungkook says in frustration. “Because all you were doing was channeling your energy into training instead of being an emotionally available husband and father?” As soon as those words leave Jungkook’s mouth he instantly knows he messed up.
His father’s rage can be seen clearly on his face. He raises his hand and summons a force field that surrounds Jungkook and holds him in place.
“You know NOTHING about why your mother chose to leave!” His father roars. “And it would be in your best interest to watch what you say to me or you will quickly find out how much damage I can do with this prosthesis!”
Jungkook hangs his head in silence. This isn’t the first time he’s upset his father, but this is the first time he’s seen that look of rage on his fathers face. If he was ever to learn a lesson about controlling his emotions, it’s right now.
“If you have something you want to say to me,” his father continues. “Then you say it, but I will NOT allow you to be disrespectful towards me! I don’t care how upset you are! This is exactly the thing I’m trying to teach you, son! Your temperament will get you in trouble, and if you ever talk to me like that again it will be the last thing you do! I will suck you dry of everything you have if you ever disrespect me again, is that understood?!”
“Yes, sir,” Jungkook says softly.
“Now get out of here and go to your room. I don’t want to have this conversation with you again!”
“Yes, sir,” Jungkook repeats.
His father removes the force field and storms out of the room. Jungkook stands there a moment trying to gather himself, then he quickly retreats to his room. Once he shuts the door he instantly changes to his bunny form and curls up under his blanket on the bed.
Everything around Luna fades and once again she’s suspended in a dark abyss.
“Jungkook…” Luna whispers sympathetically.
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My Future
Derek Hale x OC
Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.
Chapter 38: Evolution
Sam, Derek, Liam, and Stiles sat in the back of the police transport while Braeden drove. Sam sat next to Liam, since Stiles didn't feel like having his throat in Liam's reach.
In precaution, they put a set of handcuffs around Liam's wrists, keeping him chained to the bench.
"All good?", Derek asked. Liam pulled on the cuffs, testing the strength and nodded. Derek sighed softly in relief. "Okay. Now, I brought something to help you."
Stiles and Sam watched as Derek pulled out the triskele talisman and held it out to Liam. "This has been with my family for centuries. It's a very powerful supernatural talisman.", Derek said. "We use it to teach betas how to control themselves on a full moon."
Liam took the triskele as he took it, almost admiring the design. Sam and Stiles looked at Derek in confusion. Derek glared at Stiles and jerked his head toward the triskele, making Sam and Stiles understand what he was trying to do.
"Yes," Stiles said and cleared his throat as he tried to go along with the lie. "It's powerful. Very powerful."
"It's what Kate came for after she had turned Derek younger.", Sam insisted.
Liam nodded and winced as he could feel the full moon's effect, causing his head to pound. He huffed, growing angry. "Whatever you were gonna teach me, I think you better start."
His fingers began to stretch into claws as his eyes started to glow, making Sam's eyes brighten in return. He started huffing, trying to compose himself. "We're right here, Liam.", Sam reassured, ready for his lashing out.
"Liam, you with me?", Derek called. "We have a mantra that we use. You repeat it. You focus on the words. It's like meditating — you say the words until you feel control coming back to you."
"Okay.", Liam said, his breath picking up in pace. "Okay, okay! What are the words?"
"Okay, look at the triskelion. See the symbol? I have a tattoo on my back, it's the same thing. Each spiral means something.", Derek explained.
"Alpha, beta, omega.", Stiles clarified.
"It represents the idea that we can always rise to one and fall back to another. Betas can become alphas. Alphas can become betas.", Derek said.
Liam let out a snarl before looking up at him and looking back down. "Can alphas become omegas?"
Derek nodded. "All you have to do is say the three words, and with each one, you tell yourself you're getting calmer, more in control. Go ahead."
"Alpha, beta—"
"Slower.", Derek ordered as Liam tried to rush the mantra.
"Alpha… Beta… Omega…" Liam took deep, shaky breaths. "Alpha… Beta… Omega…"
"Good.", Derek lightly praised. "Say it again. Remember, every time you say the words, you're getting calmer."
"Alpha… Beta… Omega…" Liam's voice shifted, turning deeper as he slowed down.
"Say it again.", Derek pressed, watching him carefully. Liam stopped saying the words and began yanking on the handcuffs instead.
"Derek, I don't think the powerful talisman-of-self-control is working.", Stiles warned. Liam tried to swipe at him, but Sam used the darkness of the vehicle to keep Liam down as Stiles flinched.
"Liam, say it again!", Derek said loudly as Liam started to scream and growl.
Liam tried to lunge at Derek, his movement shaking the vehicle. Braeden swerved, trying to keep the vehicle in control.
"Liam!", Derek, Stiles, and Sam shouted, trying to get to the beta.
"Derek?", Braeden called, worried.
Liam broke free of one of the handcuffs, trying to swing at them. Sam forced Liam's free hand away from the three before he got through and swiped at them.
"I think we're gonna need to go a little faster!", Stiles shouted, flinching at every buck and growl Liam sent.
"Keep going!", Derek yelled at Braeden, causing her to speed up.
To their shock, Liam's other hand was free. Sam also kept his other hand in opposite directions, making Liam snap at her. "Liam, you gotta stop! Do the mantra again!", she yelled.
"Derek, I don't think alpha, beta, omega is resonating with him!", Stiles warned.
"You know any other mantras?", Derek asked, angry.
"Liam, you remember what Brett said?", Sam brought up. He growled loudly. "What about him!?" The thought of Brett fueled the boy's anger.
"What three things cannot be long hidden?", Sam asked. Liam growled, not hearing her out. "Liam, look at me!! What are three things which cannot long be hidden? What three things?"
"Sun," Liam said, huffing and growling. "The moon… The truth."
"That's it. Say it again.", Stiles says, getting hopeful.
Liam shakily took a deep breath as he looked into Sam's yellow eyes. "The sun… the moon… the truth.", he repeated as he calmed down.
"Derek?", Braeden called.
Derek sat back in relief. Derek kept his eyes on Liam, who sat back down. "We're okay."
"Sun, moon, and the truth," Liam whispered. When he looked up at them once again, his eyes were back to normal, and his fangs were gone. "The sun, the moon, the truth."
"You think you'll be okay now?", Sam asked Liam.
"I - I think so," he said, leaning his head back against the wall of the van. "I can't believe I did it!" he said excitedly. Then he glanced at Derek and Stiles, chuckling. "For a minute there, I thought I was gonna tear the two of you apart."
"Yeah, that would have made for an awkward ride home, so thanks.", Stiles mumbled.
Derek nodded in agreement and glanced out the window on the back door. Braeden had just pulled up to the church where Scott and Kira were being held. "You think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?"
Liam smiled and nodded softly. Sam grinned. "I told you; you could do it.", she praised. Liam grinned at her proudly.
Stiles huffed. "All right! We might actually be able to do this."
"And we're going home after this." Sam looked at Derek pointedly. "All of us."
Derek sighed softly but gave her a smile anyway and nodded.
He stood and moved to open the door. It took seconds. Mere seconds for them to have a small laugh together to everything flipping upside down.
A Berserker grabbed Derek out of the transport and pinned him to a rock, and plunged a sharp bone into his chest three times.
Sam screamed in pain before she could leave the transport to help him. Stiles held her back, afraid of what he was seeing. Braeden emptied an entire clip of bullets into the Berserker, making it run off.
Once it did that, Stiles let Sam go. She stumbled over to Derek's side, kneeling beside him. All she could see was blood. She didn't know what to do. Her hands were shaky as she wasn't sure what was good and what wasn't.
His eyes were already fluttering as he grunted and panted in pain. "How bad is it?", Peter asked, looking over at his nephew in mortification.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!", Derek said, panting. "Just get to Scott."
"Derek, you're bleeding out!", Sam exclaimed, incredulously and looked at Peter, ignoring the pain in her own body. Peter couldn't even meet her eyes. He knew just as much as she did. He wasn't gonna make it.
"Just find him," Derek coughs. "I'll be right behind you. Go!"
Malia pulled Peter away and toward the church. Liam reluctantly followed, glancing back at Derek. Sam shook her head. "I'm not leaving. I told you I'm not leaving you again.", she said as Stiles pulled at her.
Derek tried giving her a smile. "You have to save your best friend. Go." Derek looked at Stiles with a nod and the boy pulled her up.
"I got him.", Braden reassured them. Sam looked at her with glossy eyes before being pulled away by her best friend.
"Hey…", Derek calls, catching their attention. "Save him.", Derek said softly. Stiles nodded before leading Sam after the others.
No one knew what to say once everyone was in the church. Despair hung over their heads as they tried to think about what to do.
"This way.", Peter led the way down into the tunnels as the teens followed him. He paused. "Okay, everyone, stop. Stop, stop.", he turned to them. "We gotta figure out where we are, then we gotta figure out how to find Scott and Kira."
Stiles' phone started ringing, much to everyone's shock. "How do I even have service…", he muttered then answered it with a nervous look. "Hi dad…" Peter frowned at the boy as the others heard the sheriff's angry voice. "Okay dad, I know you're angry."
"Oh, I'm beyond angry, I've reached a level of fury that you could not possibly comprehend.", Sheriff growls.
"Okay well, when I get back you can ground me.", Stiles replied.
"Ground you–? Ground you!? I'm going to hobble you!", his dad yelled and sighed. "Now please, tell me you're alright, tell me that you're safe."
"You want me to lie?", Stiles asked as he looked at everyone else.
"Oh God, okay tell me— tell me what I can do, how can I help?"
"Find Lydia, she was at the school when we called Mason to look for her but now, we're not hearing back from either of them, I don't know dad. I don't know what I'm doing, you know, I'm just trying to save my friends.", Stiles said, sadly.
"Okay, I'll find Lydia and Mason. You get Scott and Kira, you save your friends.", the sheriff replied.
"Dad, if it's one of the Berserkers at the school, you're gonna need firepower, a lot." Stiles hung up. "What do we do now?", Liam asked.
"Duck!", Malia said after she looked behind Liam. She grabbed his head and pushed him down just as a Berserker came out of nowhere and started attacking them.
"Get down, go, go, go!", Peter yelled. They started running away from it, unable to properly fight it in such a tight space but led it to an open area.
"Go find Kira and Scott!", Sam yelled at Stiles and threw Kira's sword toward him. She, Peter and Malia turned back to the Berserker, growling at the monster.
Before she could even attack, she dropped to a knee, clutching at her chest. Peter moved her out of the way once the berserker tried to swing at them.
"What's the matter?", Peter asked, watching as Sam's eyes filled with tears once she looked up at him with wide eyes. His own widened as he helped her up. "Go.", he says, and turns back to the berserker.
Sam rushed out of the church, evading the gunshots and berserkers as she rushed back to Braeden who kneeled beside an unconscious… dead Derek.
"Derek…", Sam murmured, catching Braeden's glossy eyes. She shook her head as her own pooled over as she rushed to him, taking his face in her hands. "Derek, open your eyes! Please!" she didn't get a response from him. "Derek, please, say something! Open your eyes!", she cried.
"I don't wanna do any more goodbyes! I don't wanna say goodbye!!", she yelled, her vision blurred with unstoppable tears.
She didn't get any responses and brought her forehead to his. He felt so clammy. Every warmth he had wasn't there anymore. "We were supposed to go home…", she whimpered. He was lifeless.
She wasn't prepared for this. Not at all. As she stared at the dead Hale before her, she heard the yelling feminine voice of the hated Argent before digging her forehead in the crook of Derek's neck.
In seconds, everything sounded like white noise. The growling stopped; the gunshots stopped. It seemed like time had stopped as well.
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After Liam snapped Scott out of his berserker form, Scott stood fully shifted into his alpha state, his bright red eyes targeted on Peter.
"Peter…", he growled. "The only one who knew as much as Argent about the Berserkers, about the Nagual. You taught Kate—"
"I'm aware of what I did.", Peter interrupted. "For the sake of power, you caused pain. And now look what you did.", Scott sneered.
"I'm not letting you out of here—", Scott snarled. Before Scott could make a move, every supernatural in the room covered their ears to block out the sudden, agony filled wail that echoed in the tunnels of the church.
As it ended, Peter's eyes widened. "Derek.", Peter muttered.
"He's dead…?", Stiles asked.
He knew it was his fault. There was nothing else he could do. Peter's jaw clenched as he shifted, making Malia growl and snarl at him. Peter knocked her back and looked at Scott. "Take me down if you can."
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Braeden looked at the younger girl before her, unable to move as she watched Sam transform. She looked down to see her boots stepping on purple illuminated markings before looking at the girl in bewilderment.
Sam walked away from Braeden and Derek's fallen body, stepping into the bright circle she had subconsciously created. Her hair changed in the moonlight, what was usually dark brown hair, each coil turned to a shiny white color that illuminated in the night and contrasted her chestnut skin.
The usual black crescent moon that sat between her eyebrows illuminated the opposite color once she stepped out of their hiding place.
Her short nails turned into claws, the length of the blackened covering on her fingers extended to her upper arms. Her eyes, now pooling over with dark tears that dripped down her plump cheeks as her irises didn't glow yellow but flickered a bright indigo color.
She glanced at all the hunters and berserkers she saw, looking at them with malice until her eyes targeted Kate Argent.
"Sammy. Nice to see you again.", Kate grunted, trying her best to move but to no avail. Sam didn't respond but stepped closer to the older woman.
Before she could get closer, a berserker managed to rush over to her and before it could swipe at her, Sam clutched the head of the monster, putting force into crushing it in her hand.
As she dropped the head, she glanced at Kate once more.
"Sam, stop! Whatever you're thinking, you don't have to do it!", she hears the voice of Chris Argent. She saw the older man, who was struggling to get out of her hold. Sam tilted her head silently.
It didn't make any sense to her. Didn't he want Kate dead as well? She mercilessly, ruthlessly killed people. She killed innocent people just for the fun of it.
What was so wrong about her choice?
She turned back to Kate who glared at her. "You little bitch.", the werejaguar growled.
"You killed him. You killed his family. You took everything from him.", Sam said as she stared at the woman.
"It was just a matter of time. He was naive. Ignorant. Just like you.", Kate mocked. "What, you want me to apologize? You want to apologize for doing my job to get rid of monsters?"
The more Kate spoke, the more Sam could only remember the anger she felt for everything that happened up until now.
Peter chasing after her and Scott, the beatings she got, the possessions, Matt, Jennifer, Allison, Aiden, the Nogitsune. Everything she felt fueled the unruly fury she felt for the woman before her.
She didn't want to kill Kate. At least, not yet. She wanted to see her writhe in agony. To beg her to stop before finally putting her out of her misery.
That's what she wanted. That's what Kate will get.
Sam walked up to the woman, immediately swinging on the frozen woman. It was cheap, unfair to beat on a woman that couldn't move to defend herself, but Kate set a whole family on fire. A family that wasn't prepared for such a thing. A family who loved and lived happily.
"Sam!", Chris shouted, calling the girl who was relentlessly beating his sister to the ground. "Sam, stop! Let her go!"
Sam paused, watching Kate sputter and cough up blood. "You said it yourself. You don't kill innocents. Yet she did just that. Why should I stop?" She turned to Chris. "That's why we're all here, right? To put her down? There's not enough torture in the world that'll make her stop, Chris!!", she yelled at the older man.
Chris frowned in shock as he watched Sam's face contort from blankness to immediate fury. He'd seen her irritated, hell, he'd seen her cry. However, this was wrath he was witnessing. And it all started because of his sister's actions.
Sam lifted a hand that caused Kate to choke and levitate. She watched as Kate looked down at her, mortified and confused as she tried to gasp for air. Sam wasn't having it, though. She used Kate's shadow to pry away the woman's hands from her own neck, stretching out her arms like she had done to Jennifer.
She wanted nothing more than to choke the woman out, watching her turn blue before allowing her to breathe once more. To continue the pattern just to see Kate lose hope like Derek did.
"You can't do this, Sam. Remember when you stood in front of Stiles? You stopped me from killing him! I don't want you to regret something like this!", Chris shouted, desperately. "I doubt Derek would want you to kill! What about the others? Your friends? How do you think they'll feel once they know their friend is a murderer??"
Sam let out a warning growl. It was one thing to try to get her stop her actions, but trying to bring her friends into this, guilt tripping her, it was– it was–
Sam dropped Kate, growling to herself in frustration. She, once again, let her guilt get the best of her. Her attention snapped over the woman below her as she laughed and gasped maniacally. "Like I said, naive and ignorant. I'm gonna kill you.", Kate said.
Kate jumped to lunge at Sam but stopped as they heard a loud growl. It hadn't come from Sam and no other werewolf was here. At least, she thought.
Sam turned to look at Derek, expecting him to still be dead, but instead he'd disappeared. His whole body was gone. She heard another growl and looked at a large black wolf that had jumped out from behind the wall Derek's slumped body was once leaning on. With piercing blue eyes, the wolf jumped at Kate, knocking her back and tore into her arm.
Once it stopped, Kate growled as she tried to get away. Sam's hold on everybody around her lessened as she crumbled to her knees.
The wolf that attacked Kate morphed into a familiar figure that made her heart skip.
"Derek…?"
Derek, who held a smug look, towered over Kate.
Sam couldn't take her eyes off of him. She was afraid that what she was seeing was a hallucination. She hallucinated so bad that even Kate was afraid, but Kate's face reassured her that he was real.
He was alive.
"You were - you were dead," Kate stuttered.
"No… I was evolving," Derek said. "Something you'll never do."
Before Sam could snap out of her shock, the Berserker, now able to move, rushed toward Derek, ready to swipe its bone dagger at him. However, Derek moved faster, grabbing the Berserker's skull-covered head and caving in as Derek killed the Berserker with his bare hands.
As shocked as everyone was, Derek was even shocked at his own newfound strength. He almost seemed proud of himself.
Kate tried to escape, seeing as her plans were failing quite quickly. Chris aimed his gun at his sister and brought everyone out of shock with the sound of a gunshot as the bullet full of yellow wolfsbane hit Kate square in the chest. She ran off, disheartened that her own brother shot her.
"Derek?", Sam whispered, catching his eyes. They widened once he looked her over. "That's a new look for you.", he smiled. Her sparkling eyes dimmed as her powers slowly dissipated once she teared up.
"You're alive…", she muttered, her head suddenly pounding as her adrenaline drained her, making her almost fall to the dirty ground, had Derek not caught her before she could.
Once she opened her eyes, she recognized the roof of Stiles' Jeep as it was now broad daylight. She looked to see Stiles sitting next to her.
He looked all dirty and tired. She sat up, catching his attention. "She lives.", he joked. She immediately gave him a hug. "What happened in there? Did you get Scott and Kira?", she rushed.
He nodded over to show her Scott talking to a now clothed Derek. She sighed in relief. Stiles gave her the rundown of what happened and her being in disbelief was an understatement.
Once she composed herself, she found Peter by the SUV that he leaned on and walked over to him. He looked up to see her and looked down. He looked all beat up and dirty.
She stood next to him. "So… you got your ass whooped finally." Peter scoffed. "If that's all you're going to tell me, I don't want to hear it, Samantha."
She smiled. "That's not all. I'm here to say thank you.", she said, making him look at her in wonder. "What could you possibly be thanking me for?", he asked.
"You saved my best friend. Instead of killing him, you saved him. Gave him another chance to prove himself. I appreciate it.", she said, making him look down.
He grunted, grabbing his arm after she gave it a hard punch. "But I don't appreciate you going behind our backs and teaching the one person that killed your family how to use her new powers for evil. It's backwards as hell.", she frowned.
He rubbed his arm with a sigh. "I know. It was stupid. I understand that already."
"I'm glad you got it through your head. You're lucky your nephew didn't knock the shit out of you for letting it happen.", she says.
"Don't worry, I'm still considering it.", she hears Derek say as she watches him walk up to them. Peter sighed once more, moving away as Derek stood in front of Sam.
She smiled at him. "So… a wolf, huh?" He scoffed with a smile, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, my mom used to be able to turn into a wolf. Guess it was just a matter of time before I did."
Her smile softened as she hugged him. "I'm so glad you're okay.", she whispered in his chest. He hugged her back. "Thanks for not giving up on me."
She grinned at him. "I could never give up on you. I'm too stubborn." He smiled softly. "Very."
He let her go once Scott came up to them, pulling Sam into a tight hug. "You're such an ass for doing me like that.", she mumbled in his shoulder. He chuckled. "My bad."
She brought Kira into a hug, swaying the smaller girl as she cried in relief.
The hunters were getting ready to leave, and Chris would be going with them. He was looking at everyone, almost sympathetically. "You're really going with them?" Scott asked, frowning at the older man.
"I made a deal with the Calaveras weeks ago," Chris told them. "They'll leave you alone — all of you." He gave a pointed look to Scott who broke his promise to Araya not to bite someone. "But only if I help them catch Kate."
"What if you can't?", Kira asked him.
"I'll find her," he said, nodding. "Someone has to."
They watched as the hunters left, only leaving Derek, Braeden and Peter to leave last. Derek looked at Sam sympathetically, but she nodded as much as it hurt. She knew he was gonna leave.
After all, there was no peace in Beacon Hills. He brought her into a tight hug and she reciprocated. "It'll be a couple of weeks until I come back. I'm not saying goodbye.", Derek said as they pulled away.
Sam gave him a watery chuckle. "Me neither." He smiled. Her eyes widened as she felt his warm lips press against her forehead, catching her surprise.
"Hey, no PDA!", she heard Stiles call and laughed at his antics. She looked up to see Derek's amused face as he rolled his eyes. The endearing affection was enough to reassure her that he'd be okay.
She backed away with a smile. "I'll see you when I see you, yeah?", he smiled. She nodded. "Make that soon."
He nodded at the teens before him before getting into the SUV. Sam stood by her friends as they watched them drive away, her supernatural friends instantly sensing the saddening waves roll off of her. Stiles wrapped an arm around her shoulders and sighed.
The ride home wasn't as intense as the night was before. For now, all they had to worry about was the flourish anger of their worried parents and the rest of their school year.
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This ended up being WAY more depressing and full of exposition than I intended but ????
That “sleds in the factory” post circulating again got me Thinking Some Things. Title is from the poem “Spellbound” by Emily Brontë.
Clouds Above, Wastes Below
Characters: Karl Heisenberg, Daughter (OC)
Word count: 2523
Warnings: None (unless you count swearing and canon-typical allusions to violence)
Karl could not believe he’d been conned into this.
Well, actually, he could — he wasn’t so delusional that he didn’t recognize his own status as a personal servant to a child these days. And yet, as he found himself halfway up the snowy slope behind the factory, carrying his daughter in one arm and using the other to maintain some semblance of balance, he was forced to concede that perhaps he truly had lost it.
Sledding? Really? He was decades older than he should have been, a ferrokinetic wonder who could level a whole building with a flick of his wrist. He did not partake in… winter festivities. He was already behind in soldat production as it was. This was absolutely not something for which he had time.
But she pulled out the big damn watery eyes on me, fuck.
He adjusted his grip on Lottie, who’d begun sliding down off his hip, nearly taking his trousers with her. He grimaced - few worse places to be pantsless than the woods in the dead of winter. He’d had enough of those kinds of antics in his younger years and he wasn’t eager to relive them. Their sled floated along dutifully behind them, suspended by its metal runners.
It was cold - not brutally so, but the days were getting much shorter and darker. If they didn’t go and do this now, they’d likely miss their chance. The lycans would start expanding their hunting territory in time, and playing whack-a-wolfman, as entertaining as it sounded, wasn’t something Karl wanted to deal with on top of making sure Lottie didn’t crash headfirst into a tree or boulder.
His little tyrant looked positively pissed underneath all her woolen layers with only her unamused little eyes peeking out. It would have been funny as hell if he wasn’t using most of his mental fortitude at the moment to hide how out of breath he was - the thought of his cigar habit having contributed thrown out as quickly as it had arisen.
The first problem with this whole endeavor had been finding something passable to even ride. Lottie knew there were a few sleds stashed throughout the factory - she’d seen them months ago and hadn’t let it go since. Most he remembered snagging from the villagers for scrap or occasionally for the more gruesome task of transporting bodies. Like hell he was gonna sit her on one of those.
Heisenberg spent the good part of an afternoon scouring his hoard until he found one that he was positive hadn’t borne a dead guy yet. Even better, it was big enough for the both of them.
Not that he wanted to do this, mind you.
The second problem had been figuring out where exactly to go. The local kids had a few sledding spots they seemed to frequent, at least based on his distant observations, but like hell he wanted his kid fraternizing with those snot-nosed morons. Lottie was special and perfect, and they were the spawn of brainwashed sheep, doomed undoubtedly to repeat their parents’ miserable lives and spout the same miserable beliefs. Plus, Karl could just picture a bunch of brats buzzing the factory intercom at all hours asking if Lottie could come play if they got it in their heads that she was available to entertain them. Fuck that.
What are you gonna do old man, shake your cane at them? He grimaced in spite of himself.
Luckily, the land that was allotted to him extended a bit beyond the factory grounds themselves and included a sizable chunk of the surrounding woods and hills. When he’d asked Lottie initially where she felt like going, she’d - of course - pointed to the highest peak looming above the village, as if it were feasible to survive both climbing up and rocketing down a nearly vertical rocky, icy slope.
“Would be cool as hell,” he’d muttered, his tone abruptly changing when he caught the flash of hope in her eyes. “B-but, uh, let’s try somewhere closer, shall we?”
Karl had, in a rare display of responsibility and foreplanning, taken the initiative to walk out the day prior and find an incline that was both small enough and devoid of obstacles so as not to give him a heart attack but also tall enough that Lottie’s adrenaline junkie habit could be sated.
They were almost at the top, thank goodness. It had looked so much less steep from the ground. Lottie kept glancing over his shoulder, silently judging if this hill was up to snuff, if he had to guess. An icy wind rattled through the brittle branches overhead and forced a groan out of some of the older trees. And Karl’s knees.
Truth be told, he knew he didn’t indulge her youthful fantasies enough. He was always afraid that if Mommy Dearest found out that he was spending even a second of his time not doing her bidding, she might change her mind on letting him keep her. He was acutely aware of the fact that he’d barely managed to spare her from Miranda’s wrath when she’d discovered her existence, and her life still walked on a knife’s edge, even if he’d sometimes prefer to pretend that it didn’t for the sake of whatever threads of his sanity were still intact.
But, for now, Miranda wasn’t home - off on some important chore beyond the bounds of the Village - and he’d run out of fucks to give.
Finally at the peak, Lottie wheezed a little from the cold air, breaking Karl’s musings temporarily and prompting him to cock a brow. She shook her head, a silent confirmation that she wasn’t unwell. The sled plopped down dutifully into the snow underfoot, waiting silently for its next task.
He frowned as he set her down with a gentleness he displayed toward nothing else in his life. He often wondered if Lottie knew how precisely fortunate she’d been, all things considered - inheriting his powers meant that she was useful enough to keep alive, apparently, but her poor little asthmatic lungs rendered her a no-go for Cadou implantation by Miranda’s impossible standards.
And, thank fuck she wasn’t triggered by the… substantial pollutants his work spewed into the air. Just extreme cold and heightened emotions.
“You look pretty pissed off for someone who finally got what they wanted,” he observed, breathless himself.
Lottie mumbled something in reply, distorted by the thick wool of her scarf. Karl tugged it down enough for her to talk, unable to suppress a snort at the dramatic gulp of air she took as though he’d been personally suffocating her.
“I said it took you long enough to get up here!”
“Oh, I’m sorry - was the shuttle service not to your liking, your highness?”
Lottie huffed. “Well I won’t be tipping you, that’s for sure.”
Karl barked an unexpected laugh. He couldn’t help it - she was a little shit and he was so, so proud. Even on the rare occasion when some part of him recognized that perhaps a good father would have chastised her, he couldn’t do it. Whenever Alcina started flapping her huge, horrible mouth at a meeting, the only thing that stopped him from hurling his hammer at her head was his secret master plan of handing Lottie the castle blueprints one day and setting her loose into the vents to wreak whatever havoc she could possibly generate.
It would be a glorious day.
“Whoa, home looks little,” Lottie pointed a mittened hand back down the hill.
The factory did look shockingly small, even from this distance. Of course, it was illusory - most of it was underground, after all. Karl was probably the only living person who knew just how far the ever-expanding tunnels ran. But for a moment - one, hopeful moment - it seemed like it might have been insignificant enough to just walk away from.
What a thought.
“Did your parents ever take you sledding?”
Karl blinked. “What?”
“Your parents,” Lottie repeated innocently. “Did you go sledding with them when you were little?”
His glasses slid to the end of his nose as he looked down at her, a rare moment of having nothing to say. Even more unsettling was the fact that his thoughts, usually always in overdrive and branching off in infinite fragments, were quiet, too.
Lottie was old enough to know that Miranda wasn’t his real mother - but not quite old enough to know just how fucked up the whole situation was. The wind rushed through again, feeling about ten times colder than it had before. Heisenberg drew his canvas coat close, considering the little three foot human he’d made.
I probably did, and I should be taking you out right now with them. With your mom. Together. But what should be doesn’t matter in this shithole and the sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be.
“Oh, that was a long time ago, Butterfly,” he deflected at last with a nonchalant wave of his hand. “Barely remember what I had for breakfast, let alone something like that. Maybe we did, maybe not. Who cares - we’re gonna do it now.”
Mercifully, she didn’t press further. Instead, she stomped closer to the sled, her little legs working overtime to bear her over the snow. Lottie turned and looked at him again with such genuine excitement it might have melted his heart if he had one left.
“Someone’s ready to go,” he snickered. “Remember what I told you?”
“Yeah, we’re only going a few times and we gotta get home before the sun sets.”
“And?”
Lottie sighed. “And if anyone asks, you’re doing aerodynamics tests for a skiing soldat.”
“That’s my girl. All right - let your old man get on first, then you can plop down,” Karl grumbled, trying to ignore the sound the sled made in protest under his weight. Lottie backed up to give him room to situate himself.
Karl wasn’t rightfully sure exactly how to do this, but how hard could it be? Just sit your ass down and let gravity yoink you, right?
“Okay, hop on, kiddo!” he called over his shoulder once he was fairly certain he wasn’t going to faceplant the second they started moving.
Silence.
“Lottie—“
He barely had time to register that the sound of crunching snow behind him was actually his own child rushing at him at full speed. She threw her entire body weight into his back, forcing the sled forward just enough to get it moving.
“What the fuuuUUU—” Karl instinctively gripped the sides of the sled for dear life as he began sliding downhill, the angle allowing for a frighteningly fast acceleration.
This was it. This was how he was going to die.
He heard Lottie’s cackling grow quickly distant behind him, replaced by the wind rushing into his ears and the sharp rumble of the sled bearing him downhill. The trees blurred together in his peripheral vision and oh shit I forgot to breathe, oh god—
For the first time in his waking memory, Karl Heisenberg experienced a glorious few seconds of childlike wonder. If he’d had more time, he might have savored the swooping sensation in his belly or the way a lock of his gray waves got stuck in his mouth.
Instead, he was met with an abrupt forced sled evacuation thanks to a well hidden snow bank at the bottom.
Karl quite literally ended up ass over head, upside down in the cold, powdery shit. His eyes took a minute to adjust to the blinding white all around him, his shades unceremoniously lying a few feet away. He was only vaguely aware of Lottie’s “Papa, are you dead?“ from on high. He weakly gave a thumbs up, lest she think she was off the hook.
He would not admit that it was fun. Not even a little bit. Nope.
His hat, it seemed, had also abandoned ship halfway down. Lottie was already on her way, stopping to scoop it up and set it on her own head before barreling at him - laughing maniacally, of course. The corners of Karl’s lips twitched, unable to keep up the charade of irritaiton for very long.
“Betrayed by my own flesh and blood,” he yelled dramatically, sweeping his arms out for added effect.
Lottie fell on top of him in delight, his hat obscuring the top half of her face. He finally let himself chuckle and embraced her - only to stuff a handful of snow down the back of her coat. She squealed and smacked him in the face with his own weathered headwear in retaliation, but her continued laughter assured him there was no real harm down.
“What was that for, you little demon?” Karl snickered, accepting his hat while remaining firmly planted on his back.
Lottie shrugged. “You need to let loose, Papa.”
“Let loose? Hey, I’m fun! I’m probably the funnest guy here, certainly better than giga bitch or fish boy or the damn haunted toymaker…” It came out much more defensive than he intended. “Who else do you know who can give people drill arms?”
His daughter’s expression fell - only slightly, but to him she might as well have been sobbing. “Yeah, well… you still work too much.”
A silence passed between them, even more pronounced thanks to the way the snow deafened any ambient sounds. One of Lottie’s dark curls had escaped from under her beanie. Karl tugged it gently, admiring the way it sprung dutifully back into place.
She was right, of course. But he didn’t know any other way - and he couldn’t, if they had any hope of getting out of here.
“Hmm,” he mused at last, sitting up and ushering Lottie off his lap. “Well, I’m not working right now, am I? You wanna argue about what grown ups do with our time or do you wanna shred this hill? Come on kid, we’re burnin’ daylight!”
Lottie’s smile fell right back into place. She was nothing if not resilient. She hopped upright and - in a move clearly meant to show off - extended a hand toward the overturned sled. It floated, albeit shakily, to her side.
“My turn,” she said eagerly.
“Race you to the top?” Karl smirked.
“You’re on, gramps!”
“All ri— Gramps!? Get back here you little—“
The pair raced back up the slope, Karl hanging back on purpose so that Lottie would “win.” The sound of their combined hollering and laughter was the only sign of life on their little slice of earth. Below, the abhorrent production line of living corpses churned on and on - the grotesque and unnatural mockery of life that Heisenberg had created and now maintained in a fit of utter desperation. The one that Lottie, if he could help it, would never know the true extent of.
And if she did, she would hopefully understand that everything - every awful, unforgivable thing he’d done was in the service of securing her freedom.
His greatest wish, aside from smearing Miranda’s corpse across that damned church floor, was that Lottie remembered days like this more than she remembered whatever terrible and necessary nightmare was going to come.
He only hoped that she would forgive him.
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HIIIIII
Saw you moots w my moots and i was wondering if you would like to also be moots? Totally fine if not owo
Also i was looking at your ocs for the interaction and i thought it would be funny to see Pain and Panic x2 interaction (bc i also got ocs based on them lmao)
FEEL FREE TO DELETE THIS HAVE A GREAT DAY AND HAPPY BELATED BDAY <3
Hi! I would love to be moots with you!! Ngl I love the fact that you named them Castor and Pollux, mixing actual mythology into twst is one of my favorite things and I can appreciate it^^ anyways hope you like this
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Summary: Phobes and Aikat end up meeting two unfamiliar faces, that somehow seem familiar.
Warning: none
For: @the-v-lociraptor
“Did you hear that?” Asked Phobes, the younger of the two Spanos. his older brother, Aikat, Looked up from his gaming counsel at his brother worth a confused expression. “Heard what?” Phobes frowned and got up from his chair “I swear I heard something” He said with a pout, taking off his gloves “it was probably nothing” Aikat said with a shrug and went back to his game.
Phobes rolled his eyes and went to the door to investigate “I’ll be right back” he informed and left the room, hearing a small ‘kay’ coming from his brother. The teen started walking down the Ignihyde dorm halls looking around, sure he heard something unusual.
“I told you not to touch that!” Phobes jumped slightly at the sudden voice. Helpless around the corner to find two males with ignihyde uniforms on, one with blue hair one with pink hair. “Jeez calm down Pollux” said the pink haired male “We’re still in Ignihyde”
“Are you two lost?” The two turned their heads in surprise when Phobes spoke “I can help you out” he reassured with a small smile “I’m Phobes by the way. I’ve never seen you two around, did you just transfer to Ignihyde?” The two boys looked at each other then back at the shorter male “I’m Pollux, this is my brother Castor” said the blue haired male, Castor “and no, we’ve been part of Ignihyde since freshmen year”
Phobes tilted his head a bit, a confused expression on his face “I’ve never seen you around” “it’s a big dorm kid” said Castor with a shrug “you’re not going to meet everyone”. Phobes nodded in understanding “But yes, we do need some help” Phobes smiled and turned around “Follow me! My brother will be able to help!”
“So let me get this right” Aikat looked between the twins, confused by the whole thing “You were messing around with some technology you didn’t understand, and now you’re here?” Castor rolled his eyes in annoyance “Yeah, that’s just what I fucking said” Aikat frowned at the older teen “I was just making sure, jeez”
Pollux, for his own sanity, decided to ignore the two glaring daggers at each other and opted to go see what Phobes was doing. “Are those” he looked at the screen in front of his, a bit confused “School documents?” Phobes nodded before responding “I’m looking for any records of you or your brother, but there isn’t any” that managed to catch Castor’s attention and he quickly went over to the two “you can see school documents?!” He asked a bit shocked.
“Yeah it isn’t hard” the two 18 year olds turned around with a small jump as Aikat spoke a bit too close “The school isn’t very safe technology wise” the Oikonomos glanced at each other then back at the screen “we do this all the time to make sure our grades are Bs and As” “you hack into the system and change your grades?” Asked Pollux “no, we just check. That would be wrong” Responded Aikat “Yeah, Cause this is super ethical” Castor said sarcastically with and eye roll, warning him a small kick from his brother.
Phobes sighed and turned off his pc before spinning his chair to look at the three “so, we might be able to build whatever you touched that transported you here. But it’ll take a while” he said and leaned back into his seat “until then you two can stay here with us!” “Alright, thanks I guess” Phobes smiled at Pollux’s response, while Aikat and Castor continued to glare daggers at one another.
If you couldn’t tell. I had no idea how to finish this. But this was still pretty fun to write thank you for the request<3
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Please info dump about your OCs!
Aight Going full throttle on this then! Some haven't been posted here So I'll try my best!
I also have some chapters written if you're interested!
Alan is my main character. He's an alien from the Alliance faction that gets stranded on Earth in 2080 something after a battle with the other faction, the Empire. He ends up befriending a group of Earthlings/Terrins that take him in and make sure he's okay, and they end up going on an adventure to get him back to his people.
Medb is a main character that ends up going with the party to reunite Alan with his comrades. She works in the medic's house along with Tamil and Tadhg. She believes in the good in the world, and in the good in Alan as well. She hopes that with the journey she'll see more of the world that she hasn't had the chance to do. Also posting some concept art of Medb riding a hoverbike! She also has 4 adoptive siblings which I'll talk about next!
Sibling chart that's kinda confusing sorry it's old
In order of age it's Grainne > Anne > Eldwyn > Medb > Edan
They all consider each other like blood siblings, still playing around with the idea Edan and Grainne are actually related but not sure how to incorporate that yet. Let me do a text version of this mess since my handwriting is AWFUL
Also quick pronouns/sexaulity guide for them:
Grainne: She/Her: Pan
Anne: She/They: Ace
Eldwyn: He/Him: Idk yet
Medb: She/Her: bi/pan
Edan: He/Him: straight probably
Grainne <> Anne: Grainne relies on Anne to take care of the others (since Grainne is out doing work for weeks to months at a time) Anne is the only one of the 5 aware of Grianne's past and carries guilt because of it
Anne <> Edan: These two meeting ensures chaos ensues (Edan is the prankster of the group) They do have times that they hang out like normal people though lol
Edan <> Medb: Is blank huh?
Also for Edan and Grainne so I'll do that here: Grainne and Edan get into fights with each other constantly, but only when they're not working (mainly merc work like escorting transports, etc)
Edlwyn <> Edan: Edan excludes Eldwyn from his antics, in return Eldwyn covers for him. Eldwyn only lets loose around Edan.
Eldwyn <> Medb: Probably the closest pair of siblings. Also considered the most calm pair.
Eldwyn <> Anne: Almost a work relationship (because they both work the IT/ electricity department for their home, size of small city/big town I think, so very important!) Eldwyn tries to stop Anne from going overboard on forums (so basically forums are run like sites today, but are mainly filled with aliens that are basically earthaboos and some earthlings that correct them, and use VPNs <3) They also have a weekly habit to try new recipes, they always turn out good.
Grainne <> Eldwyn: Respect between the two. Not super close, but they listen to each other's stories when they reunite.
Grainne <> Medb: Grainne worries for Medb the most (probably sees a lot of her younger self in Medb, and hope it doesn't end in tragedy) Medb looks up to Grainne a lot.
Okay so next is Anne! She's probably changed the most design wise out of all my OCs. They treasure all of their siblings a lot! She's like a pseudo mother figure for the group since Grainne (and by extension Edan) aren't around much. She works in the IT/electricity department of their home called "The Safehouse" because of this, she ends up tinkering in her spare time, on old computers and game consoles. The personal favorite is the 3DS where they play lots of RPGs and other story driven games! They also enjoy cooking with Eldwyn and sometimes Medb!
Next is Eldwyn and Edan! They only have old art sorry!
Eldwyn: Is quiet and reserved around strangers, but is himself around his close friends and family (basically ambivert) He also works along side Anne in the IT/electricity department. In his spare time he likes to read books in his spare time, mainly fiction.
Edan: An extrovert to his core. A trickster that has a good heart. He works as a merc along with Grainne. I think I need to flesh him out more.
Grainne: My love needs better art, BUT ANYWAY. She's a bit of a mess: she works hard but emotionally she has a lot of baggage from past trauma that hasn't healed. She tries to handle it well around her younger siblings, but is able to open up to her foster dads and Anne. In the business she's know as the Blazing Rider.
Meloe: A soft-spoken lady that's most comparable to JP Effie. She likes doing heavy lifting, helping others, knitting, and eating good food with friends. Been trying to draw her more lately!
Sloane: A quiet guy with a unknown past. He showed up with a young Medb that was covered in bruises and asked for help. Other than that, he's been quiet and hardworking. Medb was never told any of this by older members of the safehouse, including her adoptive parents Nick and Adrian, or Sloane.
Nick and Adrian breakdown forgive me I don't have drawings of them
Nick is the easy-going leader of the Safehouse while Adrian is the stricter leader. Nick is more in charge of the people and keeping everyone happy and alive, while Adrian is in charge of upkeep of the safehouse's infrastructure. They're both loving dads to the five kiddos!
Tamil: Son of Tadhg and a doctor in the safehouse. He works in the medic's house alongside Medb and his father. He's a chill dude, but needs more work tbh.
Tadhg: Doctor of the Safehouse and father of Tamil. He was an alien researcher a part of a 3rd group, but since he didn't surrender to the imperial faction, he ran with his son and found asylum in the Safehouse. He's a goofy dad but has a good heart. Needs new art desperately sadly.
Toby: An old friend of Grainne. They used to work as mercs together but he ended up leaving that life to work in a bakery. He's next in queue for new ref sheet tho!
And now onto antagonists and people from the Imperial faction!
Wilhelm: Main antagonist. A fan favorite too lol. My mans here is what we call an Earthaboo in the business. Hi main goal in reality is to capture Alan and use him as a political prisoner against the Alliance to get them to fuck off. He has to play everything like a straightman when he isn't around his friends/retainers Elilish and Jackson.
Jackson: An earthling that became a retainer to Wilhelm. Think FE royals hiring their retainers due to skill. He's usually goofy as hell but serious when doing his job protecting prince Wilhelm. Has a past with Grainne.
Elilish: Daughter of an Imperial Marquess. The household's responsibility is to guard the royal family at all costs. I've played with the idea of her house being assassins that take out political rivals or smth. For now she's a solid confidante/ retainer to Wilhelm.
Elodie: Daughter of an Imperial noble that's a little bored with her life on earth. She ends up becoming friends with Medb due to happenstance and enjoying her time more showing Medb things she never got to see. Elodie has her doubts about how the Empireruns things, especially in it's treatment in earthlings as second class citizens.
Viola. An OC I randomly created to be a sort of supporting character. She only recently got a name BUT I'd imagine she's shy and fashionable.
Thank you for the opportunity to talk about my OCs! I hope you enjoyed it! :)
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Fun thing is, the guy who made the pol is a Varigo shipper.
So that's essentially a huge slap in the face for the Vat7k fandom.
Honestly, there's not much you gotta do to slap the V&7K fandom in the face, so that's not hard. It's hard for them to compete with actual canon content, and Varigo is probably seen as "canon" as shipping him with one of many OCs that are shipped with him.
Besides, Hugo is kind of an unpleasant person in the concept, worse than Eugene in the movie before he decided to give up Flynn Rider. I had to seriously tweak him for TREL, and most people that ship them change Hugo to be more likable in their fics, even before he decides to drop the act and the mission and stand by his side against Donella.
And don't even get me into people screwing up Donella. The only "bad" thing she "canonly" does is send Hugo to intercept Varian and get ahold of the totems, but people have her doing things from kidnapping Yong for information to beating the shit out of Varian just for kicks, and then they kill her at the end in a last-ditch redemption sacrifice when even in the outline she isn't dead at the end.
And Cyrus? No one can seem to agree on his relationship with Donella. Me, I think he's her younger brother and was on the journey with them before but didn't do the Trials himself.
And should I even get started with Varian's "canon" choice of transportation? A donkey and later a donkey-pulled cart? Sleeping in tents? The Royal Engineer of Corona? The fucking only son of the mayor of the biggest farming village in Corona? The Sundamned dear friend of Queen Rapunzel and Captain Fitzherbert?! GIVE HIM A FUCKING CARAVAN!
And then... there's Ulla. Or rather, "Melting Point". What the fuck is going on with Ulla and Donella?! Were they seriously having a fucking affair while her husband and son were waiting at home?! People are out there making up reasons for why Ulla and Quirin are a bad couple, just so they can justify their ship making out while doing the Seven Trials! And, no, you CAN'T just wait several years to do the final one, because Alchemy is a delicate process and the Seven Stages of Alchemy, which the Seven Trials are clearly based on, require things to be done in a relatively timely manner! They started and ended the journey when Varian was barely a toddler. Donella is a homewrecker and Ulla is an unfaithful woman. (Alexa, play "Unfaithful" by Rihanna.)
And Ulla, what the hell actually happened to you? Did the Trials drive you insane? Did you trigger some strange defensive spell that turned you into a demonic entity? It's so painfully vague what happened to her, but apparently she needs to possess Varian to get out of there! Sure, Donella apparently has a special spell she used to keep her in, but why exactly? And why did Ulla need Varian? If Donella was trying SO FUCKING HARD TO KEEP HIM SAFE, then CLEARLY Ulla needed Varian in particular!
But, WHY? Is it a blood-relation thing? Could her twin brother (not getting into that, this is long enough) have done it? Why Varian?
I have a lot of thoughts on V&7K but, as I said, this is long enough and I am typing this on mobile because my tablet and Tumblr don't get along.
Plus, there's the painful fact that Ulla and Varian were literally a wall away while he was translating the scroll, which...why, guys. Why.
And is Demanitus seriously so cheap that he had to make the Demanitus Device:
-Banish the blizzard
-Unseal the demonic cultists????
-Be the focal point to open a portal to his secret, magical library
Like, dude...why? Just why? And why is the second part even a thing? Why did banishing the blizzard release Zhan Tiri's followers?
Okay, this got off topic, I'm gonna stop here.
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I know, I know, I already asked for a matchup, but I love your writing too much not to ask for another. This time for an OC (TWST pls) (it's ok if you don't want to do this also) :
Full name: Saima Chowdhury
Race: Human
Pronouns: She/her (experimenting with they/them) (they're a demigirl)
Ethnicity: Bangladeshi
Birthday: June 11th
Height: 159 cm
Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, spending time with her older sister, sweets, fairy tales
Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation, people threatening her friends and family, bullies, poorly written… well, anything, when her sister’s arrogance gets the better of her
Personality and interests: Saima is a cheerful, upbeat young girl. She has a way of speaking that makes a lot of people feel drawn to her, which is something her older sister, Parvana (who she calls Boro Apu) had always secretly admired. Growing up, she looked up to her older sister a lot, as she took really good care of her, helped her with her homework, and got along with her friends. She says that “looking back, she wasn’t conventionally cool, but did younger me care? Heck. No.” While she did look up to Parvana, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of her, as she had a lot going for her. She also thought of Parvana’s best friend Joanne as a second older sister, as she firmly believed in the power of kindness also. Her relationship with Parvana had grown a little bit rocky due to the two of them becoming isolated from each other. She and her older sister, however, are working to smooth out the relationship. While she is perfectionistic, she is also a little bit scatterbrained much to the dismay of her parents and her sister, who, as she says “are much more organized than [she is].” She almost burned the eggs she was making for the first time to a crisp. She is still working on her organizational skills and has come a long way, especially during her time in Twisted Wonderland, as apparently, someone has to hold the brain cells.
I hope this is enough infrmation. Thanks
I match her with Deuce Spade!
When Saima got transported to Night Raven College, Deuce was amongst the first ones who welcomed and took her in. He feels symphony towards Saima's situation and wishes to help her get back to her world and make things right with her sister.
Deuce feels drawn toward Saima's cheerful and kind personality. He used to be a quite troublemaker when younger, but he grew out of it and wants to do good and right and become an honor student. He is sure that with Saima he could do better. Deuce is extremely compassionate and he has a strong moral understanding.
Much like Saima, Deuce hates confrontation, bullies, and such. He tries to keep his temper in check but loses his cool when witnessing injustice. If anyone gives Saimi a hard time or tries to use her kindness for their own benefit, Deuce is there to protect her.
The young man enjoys watching Anime with you and happily lets you pick the shows you watch since they are different from the ones in your reality. Comics and video games are cool also and if Saima wants, Deuce knows a couple of fairy tales that his mother used to tell to him when small.
Deuce admires Saima's dedication to things that interest her and if she starts showing signs of her mind wandering, he is quick to guide her back on track.
It's symbiotic, the relationship between Deuce and Saima. Deuce protects her and she tries to keep him and his trouble-finding friends, Ace and Grim, out of trouble, which ain't as easy as it sounds, but that makes Deuce just admire her more.
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1, 2 and 7 for the ask game for fanfic writers?
1 do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?
well... to be honest... my fics rarely follow a story 😭 i tend to focus less on plot & more on exploring characterization like 99% of the time, although i was a lot more into plot-focused fic when i was younger, and back then the only planning i really did was "it would be really messed up if this happened lol" & then it was like i got possessed by the characters and everything came to me lol
2 talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”
oh lmao this fits with my answer to 1. originally, in my fic where all the alien races on the station get swapped around, i was going to make londo just have a mental breakdown because he had been turned narn & then i heard gkar in my brain like "please let me be mean to him" & decided to trap them in a transport tube together. again
7 tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote
first fanfiction i ever wrote was a self insert doctor who story where my companion was a photographer named anne & it was before capaldi was cast so like an alternate 12 regeneration who was a ginger woman & they fell in love. first fanfic i ever wrote without ocs was an angel fic where angel lost all of his memory & spike tried to make him evil again
thank you!!
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You're Not Alone | Haja Estree x Reader
Prompt: Comfort
Words: 1343
Fandom: Star Wars
A/N: I just felt like writing more Haja Estree fics. For those who have read my last one, thank you! Taken place some time after {To Be Somebody], but could be read as a standalone. Scout is my veteran clone OC. Mentions the day of Order 66.
Summary: During one of your missions on The Path, a force-sensitive child reminded you too much of your younger self, bringing back memories that keep you up at night.
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You liked to think that you’ve made your peace with your past, that it led to what you are now. Doesn’t mean that it can’t ever affect you in the present. You were fine with working with Scout and finally seeing eye to eye with Reva. Your new smuggling team was working smoothly, having set up a new route for the Path Network. Still, there were times where the job could be hard for even your heart to handle.
Jayco was leading a kid around his age to the secret meeting place, whispering reassuring words to them. Scout was guarding the entryways while Reva was out making sure that the route to the transport was clear. You exchanged a look with Haja before encouraging them to come closer.
“What’s your name?” you asked, after introducing yourself. You lowered your body to be at eye level with them.
“Kori,” she said shyly, hiding behind Jayco.
“It’s okay, Kori. I trust these Jedi with my life,” Jayco said confidently. You smiled, patting the boy on his shoulder.
Kori frowned, looking between you and Haja, then back at Jayco. “Jedi? What are Jedi?”
Oh, dear. This sweet kid really doesn’t know. How did Jayco find her? It was dangerous for her to be out and about by herself. At that age, young force-users don’t even realize how much of the force they use and things could go wrong fast if they’re unaware how using it could get them hurt.
“We’re peacekeepers,” you answered, “Trained to protect people. All of us are force-sensitive.”
Haja tossed a rubber ball in your direction and you used the force to catch it in midair, slowly lowering it into your hand. Kori’s eyes widened in wonder. She reached out a small hand and the ball drifted shakily over to her palm, making her smile.
“You’re very intuitive, young Kori.”
Kori’s smile dropped as she squeezed the ball. “Then, why do they hate us? Those people in white armor?”
Your heart broke, seeing this child so lost and so scared, not knowing what was going on around her. “They don’t want peace,” you said, shaking your head, “They want control, and people like us threaten that control. We are here to take you to a safe place. A place where they can’t find you.”
“If I may, youngling,” Haja said tentatively, “Is it just you?”
Kori sniffed, nodding sadly as she tried to blink her tears away. Just as you and Haja feared. Many force-sensitive children were led over with their parents to protect them. This one was alone. Haja grimaced, making his way over to Kori with a sweep of his robes.
“Come. Stay strong, youngling. We have a long journey ahead.”
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You were curled up in your cot when Haja checked up on you. Once your group escorted Kori to the next destination on The Path, Haja suggested stopping by at a nearby planet to rest. He knew that there was something off with you and told Reva and Scout to go on ahead if they were ready for the next mission.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Haja asked, sitting beside your cot.
You rolled over to face him, arm curling around his neck as you pulled yourself closer. You rested your chin on his shoulder and sighed.
“I was made a padawan at a young age,” you began.
He hummed, letting you play with his hair, knowing that it brought you some sort of comfort to busy your hands. “I remember you telling me that.”
“I was so happy that my hard work and training were paying off. Although my skills were above my peers, my naivety was still the same. That day when…” You cleared your throat, feeling it tightening as you spoke. “When they gave out the order to kill the Jedi, I was on a mission with my Jedi Master. We heard about the gathering at the Jedi temples and made our way there as soon as we could.”
Haja reached over to pull you even closer, not caring if your tears soaked through his tunic. “No one had a clue what was happening,” he said.
He had heard about the event through different perspectives; yours, Reva’s, and Scout’s. It was something that he was still trying to wrap his head around, the scale of devastation and destruction it was, and how long that it had been planned out. Commissioned clones used to fight alongside Jedi until the biochips in their brains compelled them to execute Order 66. Only a few managed to break through that programming, but fellow clones turned on them so that no one stood in their way of their mission.
“I can’t even remember the name of the clone trooper that helped us,” you choked, “He came to warn us before holding the other clones off. When it came too much, my master stepped in to help. They told me to run, that it wasn’t a fight that I could win, that the Jedi needed to live, so I ran. I felt so helpless, so lost… so powerless.”
“There wasn’t much you could do. Your master was right, you needed to live,” Haja said, moving to sit on the cot next to you.
You shook your head. “I could have tried, but… I don’t think I was strong enough. If I was strong enough –”
“Hey, enough of that. You know what that means when you start thinking like that.”
You sighed, feeling your body sag against him as you leaned your head on his shoulder again. “That expression that Kori had… it was like looking at my younger self. It made me sad and… angry. I don’t want to be feeling like this, but we were just kids. Reva had to face Anakin Skywalker himself. She had to pretend to be dead while lying in a pile of her friends’ bodies. I had to watch my master die in front of me before I ran. I tripped over bodies and was forced to tear myself away and run even harder as I heard screams around me.”
Haja wrapped his arms around you, the only thing holding you together right now. “You needed to live,” he continued, “So you can make sure that that never happens again. You… are amazing! A beacon of light that guides others out of the darkness. All those families that we saved, all those children, and stranded Jedi, are in a safer place, because of the network you helped grow and your dedication to help those in need. Your master’s sacrifice was not in vain and I’m sure they are proud of you now.”
You pulled away, looking at this man who had come so far from a simple con man who looked out for only himself to a dedicated member of the Path Network that looked out for others. After you survived the Great Jedi Purge, you wandered the galaxy aimlessly and alone, hiding what you are and taking on a new persona.
Eventually, you found the Path from the very con man that stood before you that you trust with your life after hearing whispers of a Jedi who sought to smuggle hunted families for a price. You called his bluff right away, then admitted having no credits left to pay him. He waved it off, guiding you to the transport anyways. As an act of gratitude, you gave him your lightsaber, telling him to be careful with it, that you’ll come back for it one day. He’d kept it ever since, a symbol of trust, respect, and friendship.
Haja offered you a small smile, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek before getting up. Warmth spread through you and you had to shake yourself out of your daze to notice him leaving. Your hands slid down his arm and grasped his hand, preventing him from moving any further.
“Haja,” you breathed, making him turn, “Thank you.” You pressed a kiss on his knuckle before reluctantly letting him go.
“Anything for you.”
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break my mind’s eye special — jjk
Plot: Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.
Pairing(s): Druglord!Jungkook x Fashion Designer!OC (Name: Belle)
Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+
Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series
Parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Special
Word Count: 7k+
Genre: Mafia | Angst/Smut/Fluff
Tags & Warnings (for entire series): drug dealing, marriage through trickery, explicit smut, drug use, dubious consent, prostitution, miscarriage, lots of manipulation, impregnation through manipulation
Walking through the dark halls of permanently stained apartment building, Jungkook finally stood in front of a familiar number written on the text. He rapped at the wooden door a few times hearing a couple of grunts and rummaging from the other side. He sighed. “It’s me, Hoseok, you don’t have to hide the weed.”
“ Oh! ”
A few locks clicked here and there before the door swung open to welcome a light air of smoke mixed with the stench alone that could make Jungkook high. Hoseok gave him a loose smile, holding onto his arm as a wide grin spread across his lips. “You finally made it!”
Jungkook hummed trying not to grimace too much at the smell as the older male closed the door behind them.
“Come on, tell me…” Hoseok patted his back, prancing towards the couch where the coffee table was exuding smoke.
The apartment was miniscule with one bedroom door open on the left and a tiny kitchen on the right with a window next to the fridge. Another one near the dining table. Walls were a gross green tint and the floors a dull brown with black velvet couches that were ripped a little at the edges. But Jungkook could not complain.
“Tell you what?” The younger male dropped his bag on the floor and sat on the couch next to him, burying his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
Hoseok picked his joint back up and hovered it near his lips. “What was prison like?” He sucked in his cheeks causing the ambers to light up at the end before he blew the thick smoke away from Jungkook.
“Like living with a bunch of criminals. What else?”
“So just like old times then.” Hoseok smirked.
Jungkook glanced at the male for a moment before scoffing out a chuckle. “Yeah…pretty much.” Except there was one difference. Every time he pranced with criminals like himself in the past, he was a leader. In prison, he was young, fresh meat. Before he would also come back home to a warm embrace in bed instead of a steel bed alone with a stinky roommate.
“Well it’s all over now.” He blew out another puff of smoke, shifting to rest his head back against the couch. “You can start doing something else with your life. Something different. Not a lot of people like us get that chance.”
For the first time, he noticed a slight sadness in Hoseok’s tone despite being pumped with artificial endorphins.
His eyes flickered down to the coffee table, noticing the burger wrappers and scattered newspapers. One of them immediately caught his eye. Jungkook sat up again, pulling one of them out of the pile, the right corner of his lips twitched seeing the familiar face.
‘ FAMED DESIGNER KIM BELLE RULES TOKYO FASHION WEEK ’
A side by side picture of a model wearing violet and gold ensemble which almost resembled the traditional kimono with a modern, royal twist. The picture on the right showed her. Belle wearing a simple black dress with her gorgeous waves out and a gracious smile spread across her lips.
‘ Twenty seven year old fashion designer Kim Belle takes all the popularity and buzz with her winter designs for Tokyo Fashion Week. Showing her long love for traditional Japanese fashion culture along with an inspiring movement for domestic violence and trafficking victims by showcasing broken chains and kimono style gowns. An elegant mix of grace and fight for personal freedom. Truly an impressive successor to the legend that was Madame Saito and we are definitely going to keep an eye out for more of her daring projects. ’
“She made a big damn name of herself.” Hoseok broke through the thick coat of silence Jungkook had around him.
“She deserves it.” More than I ever did.
The older male searched his expression for a moment, scoffing a little. “Dude, I have to ask.”
Jungkook met his gaze as he leaned back onto the couch again with the newspaper still in his hands. “What?”
“Why her?”
His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you—literally could’ve had anyone in the entire country to pose as your fake wife or whatever. But you chose a fashion designer who barely knew anything about you to begin with…” Hoseok shook his head with a light wince. “What was your angle?” Some part of him did not want to believe Jungkook simply blackmailed someone for his own amusement because he knew the man was better than that.
Jungkook wished he had a decent reason to blurt out to him. Maybe he was just inherently evil and wanted to hurt Belle for his own pleasure. Maybe he wanted to fuck her one time just for kicks before dragging her out a little further until it was too much. Maybe he was just sick in the head, wanting to claim a girl who could not say a word against him because her and her brother’s life were wrapped around his finger. Except none of them felt like the truth. “I honestly thought she’d say no.”
“Oh fuck off—”
“Seriously I…” He shrugged a little. “I really thought she was going to punch me and storm out of there with her brother.”
“But the guards wouldn’t let her. I mean—no offense, buddy but you would’ve probably killed her. Knowing you from back then.” Hoseok scrunched his nose lightly.
“She did something ten times more dangerous though.” Jungkook couldn’t resist the jolt of pride bursting in him. “I destroyed her—so she waited until she destroyed me.”
Hoseok chortled a little, voice incredibly raspy. “I wouldn’t call going to jail for your crimes destroying you but sure…”
Jungkook shared a small laugh, nodding as he looked at her picture again. He could almost still feel her soft skin underneath his palm. How her hair smelled when he would hug her from behind as they slept, the way it soothed him to a calmer sleep.
“It’s a thing of the past though…” He tilted his head as his expression turned a little more serious. “…right? No more pulling her into shit she doesn’t deserve?”
“Yeah—yeah, of course.”
“Good…cause Belle’s the star of the city now. One wrong move towards her, you’re back in jail or worse.” Hoseok raised his brow a little making sure there was not a hint of determination on that young face of doing anything stupid. “You don’t have guards or power by your side and Taehyung isn’t addicted anymore. Has a wife and kid…he’s got the dad anger. So he will beat the living shit out of you if you give him the motivation.”
“I know, Hobi.” Jungkook chuckled, patting his thigh gently. “I don’t want her to go through it again either.”
Hoseok hummed a little taking another waft from his joint as he looked out the window, the sky tinted purple. “Alright. I’m gonna go and eat my girlfriend out.” He patted his shoulder, walking up to his bedroom.
“You had to look at the time for that?” Jungkook winced despite the grin on his face.
“Brother, when you’re together for this long, things need schedules.” He walked out of the bedroom with a black duffel bag putting out the joint onto the ashtray. “Food’s in the fridge and there’s Netflix open on the laptop.”
Jungkook waved him off before the door clicked close leaving him in his thoughts. For some reason, all he could do was look back at the newspaper and try to salvage that warm feeling again. The feeling of a true home that could never be.
-
Purple faded into a deep blue across the skies as Jungkook paced around the apartment in his bare torso, scattered with more imperfect tattoos. One cellmate liked doing tattoos because it calmed him down so the younger male did not hesitate much to let him use his skin. He was a nice man who had been thrown in jail for being a drug mule all his life and Jungkook could not help but have a nauseating guilt in his stomach.
Drug mules were essentially trafficked human slaves from Jungkooks’ experience. Their owners use their lives and bodies to transport goods without being detected and usually they start off terrifyingly young or desperate or both. All this service was done for almost little to no money. They were more abused victims than criminals but the legal system were not good at telling the difference sometimes.
Jungkook allowed his body to be used as if giving himself some kind of cathartic relief allowing the broken soul to control something else for a while instead of being controlled. Thus his skin now littered with designs of devil horns, tiger flowers and his own personal request was a tiny print font ‘B’ on his collarbone. No one could truly see it up close but he wanted to feel it there.
Chugging a generous sip from his beer bottle, he quietly observed the night sky glimmering with stars while the city shone in neon. The one thing his mansion lacked was the clear view of how alive everything looked at night.
A knock sounded on the door causing his head to shoot to the side.
Hoseok should not have been home at this hour. Even if he was, the man would not knock in his own apartment.
Jungkook opened the kitchen drawer and brandished a knife before making his way over to the door. Another knock sounded again. It was a gentle knock. Almost shy. But he knew better than soften up so easily. Carefully, he peeked through the peephole trying not to make too much of a sound even though the wooden floors creaked far too much.
His heart jumped right up to his throat seeing the familiar face on the other side. Jungkook almost dropped the knife on the floor trying to focus as best as he could. Was he drunk already? Was he dreaming? Gulping down, he placed the knife on the side table along with the beer bottle and opened the door.
When the view became clear to him, Jungkook let out a sharp breath. “Belle.”
Her hair was shorter up to her shoulders compared to the length in the newspaper picture except she still always kept her natural waves. Eyes a little glazed while her flushed lips spread into a weak smile before pressing them together again. “I-I don’t–I don’t know why I’m here.” Belle’s furrowed her brows a little.
“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Come in.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” Jungkook smiled even though a small tinge of sadness shone in his eyes.
He opened the door further for her to enter before closing it behind him. Eyes flickered down to her grey sweatpants and frilly white socks paired with a thick sweater like she just woke up from a nap.
Belle kept her back to him for a few minutes, pretending to observe the apartment even though she was really just trying to figure out why she was here. Questions muddled her mind over and over again. Any valid or logical answer. There was nothing. No reason to be standing here when she tried so hard to walk away from him. She did everything to get away. Now she walked right back without any coercion.
Jungkook tilted his head attempting to meet her gaze but decided not to force it too much. “You cut your hair.” A smile twitched on his lips. “It looks nice.”
She absentmindedly touched her waves, breathing out a small chuckle. “Thank you.”
“Uh—how did you know I was here?”
“Namjoon helped me track you down.” Belle mumbled, guilt pooling in the pit of her belly going behind Yoongi’s back like this. She still remembered what Namjoon said when he gave her the address.
‘I’m only giving you this because I know you’re tough as nails…no matter what people say to you…but the second anything goes wrong, you call me.’ Namjoon had become a close friend in the last few years. He had been escorting her back and forth from home to work.
Yoongi had been disallowed to see her after being undercover so he could get a proper therapy before doing field work again. So Namjoon seemed the next obvious choice to take care of her.
Finally Belle turned around to face him, eyes raking down his torso and seeing new designs etched on his skin. Not as precise as the phoenix but still beautiful. “The tattoos look good.”
Jungkook glanced down at his torso with a soft grin. “A friend did them for me.” He met her gaze again even though she quickly averted it, plunging silence back into the room as they waited for it to be filled. “Belle…why are you here?”
Her body deflated as the question lingered in the air, lump growing in her throat while her knees kept trembling. “I—” Belle closed her eyes. “I mis—I missed you.” She smiled sadly before trailing her glossy gaze away again. “It sounds stupid when I say after so long.” Her voice kept getting constricted from the lump, tears filling at the brim of her eyes. “But I still think about you…I still kept that—stupid letter after all these years.”
A familiar warmth seeped through his veins knowing she missed him but it still mixed with dread and guilt. Jungkook scarred her memories forever with his presence and she was so confused on what it meant. He could see the way she shifted and looked away as if trying to push reality away but face it all the same. “I hurt you a lot. I’m so sorry—if I—if I could do it all over again, I’d do it better.”
“How could it have been better?” Belle shook her head. “We met when my brother owed you a debt.”
Jungkook raised his shoulders. “Maybe we’d have met at your boutique.” He attempted to smile a little at the thought of just walking into that boutique and falling in love the normal way. The happy way. “I’d have flirted with you a lot and you’d roll your eyes at me. We’d travel together to Paris or Tokyo, explore the things we love and eat ice-cream until our stomachs ached.” A tiny chuckle passed through his lips.
Belle had to suck in her trembling bottom lip as tears began escaping down her cheeks. “And?”
“We’d get married…properly. Away from my family, we’d relax somewhere at a beach.” The visions in his mind played without any effort causing his eyes to flood knowing it was all an impossible dream now. “We’d have children…we’d love them so much, Belle—”
She couldn’t hold in the sobs that shook through her body. At the very mention of children, Belle felt a tingle under the skin of her belly, memories of the aches still lingering. “Why didn’t you just take the money?”
“What?” He whispered.
“Why didn’t you just take the money? And don’t tell me it was because of business or keeping up appearances. Why? Why me?”
The ever burning question. Even the interrogators asked them the question. What was the motive to taking in Miss Kim? A lot of people owed you debts. Jungkook only answered with a vague, menial answer that had no real connection to his deeds as a boss.
“It was—it was just an impulse…”
Belle’s expression hardened even though her eyes still looked so vulnerable and broken. “An impulse?” Her voice was small and meek. “That’s it?”
“I didn’t think you’d—say yes.”
Saying it to Hoseok was easy. Saying it to Belle felt evil. Jungkook noticed the darkness clouding over her beautiful features, a mixture of heartbreak and pure rage.
“You put my brother’s life on the line and you thought I wasn’t going to say yes?” Belle winced, tone rising back to its original power. A harsh slap of reality learning that one of the most traumatizing experiences of her life happened because one man had an impulse decision to use his power over her.
“Belle, it was years ago—”
“So why am I still getting nightmares about it?!” She shrieked leaving a tense silence to plunge into the room while her voice still echoed through the walls a little. “W-why h-haven’t I stopped seeing t-that mansion every time I close my eyes? Wh-why do I wake u-up scared that I’m still in that room w-while they watch—” Belle let out a loud, trembling breath closing her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping to her chest from her jawline as she hugged herself tightly.
Jungkook stammered, swallowing down the painful lump in his throat as he attempted to keep his composure. “You didn’t have to come and see me.” He whispered.
“I wanted you to see me.” Belle sniffled shakily. “Staying away from you doesn’t help because you could always push it out. I can’t—I can’t push it out because it’s inside me.”
“You think all this has been easy for me? That I just pushed it out?” Jungkook shook his head with a pained expression as their gazes met again. “Yeah our first meeting was an impulse but that didn’t mean it was always like that. I stopped a lot of contact with my family when you told me you were pregnant. That letter was meant to be the last thing I said to my parents before we left.”
Belle wanted to argue that he just started getting sympathetic after her pregnancy but she would be a hypocrite. Even she felt softened knowing a child was growing inside her. “You wanted to kill the mayor too, Jungkook, how long would that have taken?”
“Overnight if it meant I’d be escaping somewhere with you.” Jungkook spoke without hesitation, still remembering all the plans he had in place for their move.
“But I would’ve lost the baby anyway.” She smiled sadly. “It was natural causes.”
The male took a few careful steps forward, trying not to intimidate her but hopefully close a little more distance between them. “I didn’t just do it for the baby, Belle.” Jungkook sighed. “I did it cause I love you…but I knew we couldn’t be happy if we were at that mansion and I was still running the cartel.”
Belle sniffled. “I wish you didn’t love me.” Her chin trembled, her body tired of brewing more sobs as tears filled her eyes again. “I wish I didn’t love you. Maybe all this would be easier.”
“When has it ever been easy between us?”
“That’s the problem.” She pressed her lips together. “Love shouldn’t be this difficult. Maybe sometimes but—every single day wondering whether what you’re feeling is real…or worrying that something terrible is going to happen if I stay with you for too long.” Features contorted in pain as she stumbled on her feet a little.
Jungkook’s inhibitions banished immediately seeing her trip slightly, rushing to her side and gently holding onto her arm. Before he could say anything, he felt Belle rest her head on his chest. A burst of butterflies soared across his belly having that familiar smell touch his nostrils and the warmth of her body radiating onto his cold bare skin.
They didn’t say a single word as Jungkook properly wrapped his arms around her body, fingers brushing through her soft hair. Her sobs were quiet but her body still trembled and his embraced tightened a little. As if praying that all of her pain could be transferred to him so she did not have to suffer through it all.
Belle should have pulled away the moment he touched her but the warmth was too much. Her body felt heavy against his, melting onto his skin almost like they could join as one. Maybe that could repair some of the damage. Breathing became steady as she allowed herself to relax. A protective part of her still tried ensure she was not too vulnerable but another part said it was too late.
In this particular weakened moment, she was his and he was hers.
-
15 unread messages.
Namjoon: How did it go? Are you good?
Namjoon: Taehyung said you didn’t come home last night.
Namjoon: Belle?
Namjoon: I don’t want to have to track you down.
Namjoon: Please tell me if you’re okay.
Namjoon: Yoongi and Taehyung found out, I’m sorry.
Belle: I’m okay.
Namjoon: Jesus, don’t scare me like that.
Namjoon: Where are you?
Belle: I’m still at Jungkooks’ place.
Namjoon: Okay. Is everything alright?
Belle: I don’t know.
Namjoon: What do you mean? Did he hurt you?
Belle: No.
Namjoon: Just tell me what happened.
Namjoon: Look I’m not Yoongi or Taehyung. I won’t get mad, alright? You can tell me.
Belle: I slept with him.
Namjoon: Okay that’s fine.
Belle: No it’s not.
Namjoon: Did he hurt you or force you or anything?
Belle: No, no it was consensual.
Namjoon: Then I don’t see an issue.
Belle: How?
Namjoon: Considering he’s a former drug lord, I expected far worse things done to you then you two just consensually having sex.
Belle: Are they really angry?
Namjoon: I’ll handle Yoongi and Angel’s handling Taehyung. They’re grown men, they’ll get over it.
Namjoon: Just come back up again.
Belle: Okay. Thank you, Joon.
Namjoon: Anytime.
Belle let out a sigh, chest falling a little as she hugged her phone for a moment before placing it on the nightstand. Eyes scanned the ceiling, a few brownish stains here and there but nothing far too putrid. Her old apartment usually had those stains after a storm. She felt Jungkook shift a little, his arm still resting over her body while his face buried into her neck. It was so easy allowing the warmth to coat their little bubble.
Except it was not a bubble of theatrics. She was not pretending to be Mrs. Jeon anymore. She was a fashion designer with her boutique and Jungkook was a regular man trying to get by in the city. They were two normal people with no real threat to be together but they were here.
The ache between her legs still pulsed a little when she remembered the night before.
The very minute she resorted to hugging him, Belle knew it was going to be difficult to turn back from it. Deep recesses of her mind surfacing up to whisper in her ear that it would be okay just this once.
To feel him again.
To have his head between her legs at this moment, kissing and nibbling on all her sensitive nub while his fingers pads dug into her thighs. Jungkook took his time. Licking a stripe tantalizingly slow, tasting her juices until it was the only remnant on his tongue. He let out a breath through his nose as his lips wrapped fully around her clit, suckling passionately until her thighs closed up around his head only making him moan.
Belle whined against the vibrations on her aching, sensitive skin as her fingers found themselves knotting in his hair. Chest rising and falling she faced the ceiling. Lower belly burned and tightened as Jungkooks’ movement did not falter, shaking his head a little to jolt more of that head-spinning heat.
…
Bed creaked as Belle straddled him, bouncing at a steady pace while her hands rested on his torso. Moonlight painted her sweat glistening skin through the window. As if the whole city could see her relishing in her own guilty pleasure. Except the guilt was nowhere to be found.
His hand trailed up her abdomen to cup her breasts gently, digging a little into her tender skin to earn a small whimper from the woman. Then he moved up to her neck. Jungkook cupped the side, thumb tracing her bottom lip while the other hand gripped at her shaking hips.
Belle suckled on his digit muffling her moans all the while clenching tightly around his member until it sent shivering tingles up her spine. She hummed in satisfaction as Jungkook groaned at the pressure.
“You feel so good.” He pushed in his thumb a little further watching her slightly drenched curls fall over her face. A smile curled up at the corner of his lips hearing the sinfully loud squelch sounds their thrusts emitted. “So fucking beautiful.” Jungkook whispered. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, wanting to take every second of how she tried to suck on his skin harder every time she dropped down roughly.
“I’m close.” Belle’s words were a little muddled against his thumb. Her thrusts grew desperate and relentless, pussy squelching violently as their incessant moans swirled in the sex scented air.
Bursts of searing heat and unbridled pleasure shook through their limbs, pulsing through her veins as Belle’s movements became sloppy. Jungkook had his head pressed deep against the pillow as his muscles tensed feeling her walls clench around him before he pulled himself out, release spewing out onto his belly. Belle cheekily reached down to touch his reddened member, giggling lightly when he jerked against it.
Jungkook followed with a breathless chuckle of his own as she rested back on his chest, uncaring of how messy they were.
It was the first time they laughed after sex.
Granted it was not much but last night gave her a dreamless sleep. A welcomed type of sleep. They cried, hugged, moaned and laughed. So many sensations all at once was bound to make anyone have such a deep sleep that they do not want to wake up the next day. A wonderful feeling. It would be temporary before her other dreams settle in again but Belle was not going to let them get to her this morning. She wanted to relish in this new, momentary peace.
Jungkook began stirring more, light hum under his breath until he finally opened his eyes to a calming sight. Tired vision still a little blurred but he could always make out her face. “Sleep well?” His voice grumbled despite the smile creeping on his lips.
Belle turned to meet his gaze, mimicking his gentle smile. “Really well.” The curl slowly disappeared from her lips as reality seeped through their comfort. “We can’t see each other anymore. You know that, right?”
He nodded although solemnly. “I know.” Whatever red string they forced themselves to tie around their pinky finger had to separate one day. Even when reluctance settled in. “Like you said, love shouldn’t be as difficult as ours was.” Jungkook shifted so he lay down his back, one arm curled so he could rest his head on top of it.
“I don’t have to leave now though.”
“What, you want more?” Jungkook licked the inside of his cheek as a smirk formed, one of his hands reaching out to gently touch her lower belly.
Belle pushed his hand away with a chuckle. “No…I meant something else.” She pulled the sheets up to cover herself a little, goosebumps forming on her skin when the room brushed a little cold. “Ice-cream. We could get ice-cream.”
A jolt of nostalgia burst through him as he remembered the last time that request was passed between them. Despite expecting a child back then, Jungkook preferred this more knowing Belle was sitting here by her own volition. That was what mattered most. “Yeah…we can get ice-cream.”
-
Tiny slab of pink and mint down the food line of the city. Belle somehow managed to make his black T-shirt and her sweatpants look strangely put together while he buried himself in his hoodie. They walked inside the cute parlor immediately greeted by a kind boy at the counter.
Making their orders, the couple took their ice-cream cups to a booth at the corner.
Thankfully the parlor was empty since no one bought ice-cream this early in the morning so it would be difficult for them to be spotted.
Journalists eventually grew bored of doing stories on Jungkook and Belle’s ‘tragic love story’ but she knew the moment, a single person saw them, it would be chaos.
“Did you have any trouble these few years?” Jungkook asked feeling a sense of joy in his mouth as the sweet taste touched his tongue.
Belle shrugged lightly. “Apparently there was a hired hitman for a while but he was quickly detained. Then a stalker which lasted for a few months.”
“What did he want?”
“Namjoon found out he was a spy for a gang called Pogpungu Pa.”
“Fucking tongue twister.” Jungkook scoffed. “They wanted a large percentage of my cocaine supplies in exchange for prostitutes.” He waved his spoon. “Told him I didn’t work in that line of business so the Don got pissed.”
“Well he’s also detained. Namjoon’s been very quick in dealing with them. Probably happy to be out on the field again with Yoongi still at his desk.” Belle suckled the remnants of brownie bits from her spoon.
“Why is he at his desk?” His brows furrowed.
“Standard procedure, I guess. Every detective is meant to have a few months of therapy and leave from field work. But I’m pretty sure it’s a new thing that the mayor advised.”
“They’ve been doing a lot of things.”
“A lot of good things.” Belle corrected, narrowing her gaze even though her expression was not completely serious.
Jungkook smiled lightly picking up another small scoop of his ice-cream. “You’ve been doing a lot of good things. The Tokyo fashion week.”
Her eyes almost immediately lit up when the topic was mentioned and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel accomplished that he initiated it. “You knew about that?”
“Saw it in the newspaper. It looked good.”
Belle grinned from ear to ear, eyes shining in the bright lights of the parlor. “Angel helped me with the movement. She wanted to create a shelter for domestic violence victims like her. So I offered to promote it in the fashion shows.”
“Oh yeah Hoseok told me…Taehyung and Angel, they have a kid, right?”
“Yeah…” She giggled lightly. “A little baby daughter.”
“That’s good.” Jungkook nodded with a wide smile. “He’s all okay now?”
“Clean and sober for four years. He—relapsed another time but when they got married and then started trying for children, he never went back again.” Belle murmured still remembering the happiest look on Taehyung’s teary eyed face when he first held his baby. That was all she ever wanted for her brother. True happiness. “I kind have you to thank for that.”
He hummed in disapproval. “Don’t, please—the way I did it was wrong.”
“Yes but everything happens for a reason. I think if that didn’t happen…he might not be here at all.” Belle shook his head. “He also did technically meet Angel in the Sangria House. The only reason we even had her booked was because I met Seokjin at the party with you.”
Strange how time fools you in that way. It makes you feel regretful of the bad things that happened in the past except you could not possibly take them back because it would mean diminishing the good things along with it. Delicate and strange thing time was.
“I would’ve never been free from that place if you didn’t go behind my back.” Jungkook smiled down at the cup. “I’ll always be grateful for that.”
“Speaking of which…how is it like being a normal joe in the city?” Belle asked with a cheeky glint in her eye as she tapped her fingers against the ice-cream cup.
“Apparently you have to pay for grocery bags now.” He waved his spoon around.
“Yes for recycling and it’s been happening for a very long time.” She smiled.
His bottom lip jutted out in a little pout. “Not from what I remember.”
“Since when have you ever shopped for groceries?”
Jungkook scrunched his nose a little poking into the mint chocolate ice cream to pick out the chips. “Since yesterday.” He mumbled. “But I’m happy…” He nodded letting his words linger in their comfortable silence. “Or at least now I can do things that make me happy.”
“You could travel to Tokyo and Paris, eat ice-cream until your stomach aches…” Belle grinned. “You can get married to someone you love dearly and have lots of children. No more deals though.” She raised her index fingers as a warning.
Jungkook laughed. “No more deals, I promise.” He mixed around his melting ice-cream for a bit enjoying the little swirl. “What about you? What’re you going to do?”
“My therapist said I should take some time off from the boutique when I get the chance.” Belle quoted her therapist mostly but she never really thought about the prospect on her own until she discussed it with Yoongi. “Yoongi suggested we could go to Norway to disconnect for a little while.”
“Yoongi…wait, are you two—”
“No, silly. As friends.”
“Ah.”
“You think if I had a boyfriend like Yoongi, I’d sleep with you again?” Belle scoffed even though a smile tugged at her lips.
“Hey I’m pretty tempting.”
“Not that tempting.”
Jungkook scrunched his nose at her before chuckling as he practically slurped on his ice-cream at this point.
The couple sat in silence for a few moments finishing their breakfast desserts, unable to keep smiles off their faces.
“We go our separate ways now, yeah?” He spoke the truth this time. The satisfaction in his belly along with the warmth in his heart softly stating to him that it was time.
Belle smiled, a slight twinge in her chest but nothing compared to the relief brewing inside. A whisper in her ear telling her it was okay. It was okay to move on. “Yeah. No more looking back.”
Throwing their empty ice-cream cups away, the pair walked out of the parlor towards Belle’s car. Jungkook’s apartment was a few minutes’ walk away. She wanted to drive because it made it that little bit easier to go back home immediately. At this point, they both deserved one thing to be easy.
Belle gave him one final smile before climbing into the car and driving away.
Jungkook didn’t wait a second as he turned on his heel and walked back to his apartment.
This was the true final time they saw each other. They would not turn back. There was no need to anymore.
-
As soon as Jungkook walked into the room, it smelled a whole lot more different than it did the first time. The only smoke emitting was from the pan exuding a warm, delicious scent. Morning sun beaming through the windows making it look a tad bit brighter and the floors almost shone clean now.
“There you are!” Hoseok announced with a grin. “Did you go out for a jog?”
“Yeah…a little bit.” He answered absentmindedly.
A figure with short, black hair stood at the kitchen counter setting some bacon and eggs up on the plate. She looked up and immediately give him a similar bright smile as Hoseok.
“Ah—this is Rosyne.” Hoseok touched the womans’ shoulder. “Rosyne, Jungkook.” He gestured over to the younger male.
The two exchanged greetings before Hoseok invited him over to the kitchen counter to have breakfast. He wanted to tell them that his stomach was a little full from the ice-cream. But it felt so peaceful when he saw the giggles shared between them while eating, random conversations that no one really cared about but it made them smile.
Jungkook stayed still for a moment watching them so easily be vulnerable and happy around each other. “Hey, you guys want to go to Paris?” He sat down on one of the stools.
Rosyne’s eyes widened a little as the request lingered in the air while Hoseok looked amused but taken aback at the same time.
“Why the sudden interest?” Hoseok chuckled, sticking his fork into some scrambled eggs.
He shrugged. “Might be cool to disconnect for a little while.”
“Prison wasn’t disconnecting enough?”
Jungkook nudged his arm with a light scoff. “You know what I mean. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I’ve—always wanted to see the Louvre in real life.” Rosyne raised her shoulders, giving Hoseok an adorable smile.
“Don’t spoil him, Ros.” Hoseok glanced at the both of them for a few moments before letting out a defeated sigh. “We’ll think about it.”
Jungkook did not argue any further after that and began taking careful bites of the breakfast even though it might give him a stomach ache later. The thought of something actually exciting happening this year or the next year made him happy enough to keep going on this new life.
-
Carefully padding into the apartment, Belle’s footsteps were soft and barely echoed across the walls but there was no use in being discreet. Especially since Yoongi, Taehyung, Namjoon and Angel were all in the sitting room. Bloom sat on the floor completely focused on banging her little drums that Namjoon gifted her on her first birthday.
Once Angel looked her way, everyone else followed suit. Yoongi was the first one to shoot up to his feet and stomp towards the woman.
“What took you so long?” Yoongis’ words sounded more like pleading than anger. “Are you hurt?” Eyes frantically examined her body until his gaze darkened as he stopped at her neck.
Belle hovered her hand over the patch of skin that definitely had a few purpling marks scattered but she kept a calm expression. “Everything’s fine, okay? Nothing happened.”
“No something happened.”
“Yoongi, fuck off.” Namjoon grabbed his shoulder and led him to the side. “Good to have you back in one piece, B.”
As the two men sat near the paneled windows muttering a few things to each other, Belle caught another figure coming towards her from the corner of her eye. She took a deep breath keeping her gaze on her brother.
Taehyung looked so much taller now. Loose emerald shirt with golden vectors as opposed to the old black hoodies, his eyes were a little darkened from exhaustion but this time it was to take care of his baby rather than an accidental bender. The serious expression on his face added more to the fact that Belle had her older brother back. He was sturdy in his appearance and confident in his stance. The look of a man who had gone through a tunnel of hell and found happiness at the end of the trail.
“How’d it go?” He asked.
“Pretty civil…” Belle nodded, playing with her fingers a little. “…considering the circumstances.”
Taehyung hummed in approval. “That’s good. And that?” He waved his index finger across his own bare neck while looking at hers. “Good or bad?”
“Good.” She smiled faintly. “Really good.”
He grimaced a little. “Gross.”
“Shut up.”
Taehyung could not seem to keep his serious expression as a light chuckle broke out of him, shifting on his spot to loosen up. “But—no more, right? We’re gonna try to get back up again? Start over?” He would be the last person to ever judge Belle for her impulses. What he did know is that the impulses were not meant to be a constant.
Belle did not hesitate to nod. “I uh—I wanted to go to Norway. With Yoongi…” She glanced over to the side seeing Yoongi give her a more apologetic look which the woman smiled in response. “And maybe you guys too? Get away from the city for a while.” She shrugged. “Might even give me inspiration on the new line.”
He thought on the idea for a moment but quickly had a wide grin on his lips. “Angel’s been talking about going on a holiday. We could talk about it over breakfast.”
“Let me just go freshen up.” Belle patted him on the shoulder before making her up the top level of the apartment to her bedroom.
Being the owner of a prestigious boutique came with its perks when she managed to get a big enough apartment for three people including safety for children. It was in the highly populated areas of the city which is meant to be the best area for the position they were in. With Angel’s first husband and Belle’s connection to the Jeon Cartel, the more witnesses around them, the better.
Walking into her bedroom, Belle had one thing in mind before going to shower as she opened her walk-in closet. On the top shelves a box had been hidden under some folded sheets. She reached out and pulled it towards her feeling the light trickle of dust flow through the air making her sneeze.
Sniffling a little she brought the brown box and sat down on the bed with it. Belle paused for a moment, a very light tinge of dread brushing through her but there was a strength that seemed to power through it. Taking a deep breath she clicked open the box. Two tiny yellow shoes on the right hand side causing her to let out a shaky sigh, smiling a little as a few tears filled her eyes.
Belle held the shoes gently, hugging them to her chest before placing them on her lap. Then her eyes moved from the bracelet to the piece of folded paper. The warmth in her belly soared again taking the letter, unfolding to reveal the heavy promise scratched across the surface. The promise that kept her up at night for this many years. How much words could impact a mind was both fascinating and terrifying.
No more though. It was time. Something her therapist said to her in one session Belle would never forget.
It’s never about one solid destination of healing. You will never know exactly when you were healed. All you can know is when you decide to start or keep healing. That is what’s important. After that, everything will flow by you…in the future, it will all seem like a dream. But you’ll feel so proud of yourself when you look back, Belle. Even more proud than I am of you now. You’ve done so well and I hope you’ll keep healing.
Belle placed her fingers at the top of the letter and ripped it half, letting out a deep of relief as she put them together, ripping it again. Smaller and smaller the pieces became breaking off like petals from the already withering flowers in her heart. A smile widened on her lips as she let out something in the mixture of a chuckle and a sob, tears freely leaving her eyes. Teeny tiny pieces piled on the bed. Helping to remind her that they were just words after all.
With steady hands she gathered them together and threw it into the bin under her nightstand.
Then Belle took the yellow shoes and walked to the living room.
The group were already settling around the kitchen counter when she arrived. Angel had Bloom in a high chair feeding her some custard looking mush which she seemed to enjoy though slightly confused by the taste.
Belle walked over to where the child was and gently placed the yellow shoes on her socked feet. She could not help but grin seeing how it fit perfectly. Everything happens for a reason.
“Those are beautiful.” Angel gently touched the soft fabric. “Did you make them?”
“I got them from the market years ago.” She softly brushed through Blooms’ thin dark hair as the child tried to peek at what her aunt put on her feet.
“We were just talking about the trip to Norway.” Taehyung spoke up leaning against the counter next to Angel.
“Yeah, why was I not invited?” Namjoon pouted a little.
Belle stammered, chuckling lightly. “It was Yoongi’s suggestion…we can all go together. I thought you wanted to do field work for the rest of the year.”
“Still would’ve liked to be included.”
Bloom squeaked in response to Namjoon’s mumble, bouncing up and down her seat.
“Might need a babysitter if Taehyung wants to get laid.” Yoongi mused.
“Ah, language.” Angel covered Blooms’ ears but the baby only grinned wide looking at Yoongi.
“She’s not going to know what it means.”
“Listen, we’ll go together.” Belle silenced the group for a moment. “Namjoon forgets to take breaks from work anyway so it’d be a good way to force him out somewhere relaxing.”
“Norway does have a low crime rate.” Taehyung spoke.
“So it’s settled. We’re going to Norway and forget about our problems for a month.” Angel announced glancing at each one of them for a nod of approval.
Belle grinned seeing the group dive into their conversations about what to do in Norway and what hotels to book or the sights to see. No worries of any impending problem or event that could ruin everything. It was just peace in the loudest way possible. All you can know is when you decide to start or keep healing. That is what’s important.
She broke for her family once.
Now she was going to keep healing for it too.
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