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very, very late question to an old work and I will perfectly understand if you don't want to reply to this and prefer not to bring the discussion toward your old works.

out of curiosity, how much did the hunger games, divergent, maze runner or other dystopian YA works of the time influence TGATNW?

the curiosity stemmed from the fact that while my initial perspective on your works were that they were a complete divergence from mainstream media due to its rawer, kinkier nature, a thought popped up that your works might have (purposefully?) satisfied the trends of the times they were created. the golden age (and fae tales soon after) was an appropriate dystopian rebellion story in the midst of the YA fever in 2014-2015 containing similar tropes.

On the other hand, falling falling stars and other efnisien centric works which address mental health and recovery more heavily than other works were published in the present day while shows on mental health discourse (for instance sex education and euphoria) are increasingly more popular. there are definitely exceptions, but those mentioned are some of your most prominent works.now that I think about it, my question might actually be: if at all, how do current trends influence your narratives? I think I remember a mention of these works' influences being old tales, so it would be interesting to hear how contemporary works have inspired you as well if it all.

thanks Pia! even if you don't reply, thanks for all the time and effort you've put into these works. they mean a lot and so much more to a many people.

This one is easy to answer:

my question might actually be: if at all, how do current trends influence your narratives?

So the TL;DR upfront -> I don't read, and often don't know about current trends. I have zero interest in writing to market. I hadn't read any of those books you mentioned when I wrote The Golden Age that Never Was with the exception of The Hunger Games, which came out over half a decade beforehand (except for the last installment in the trilogy, which was my least favourite lol).

In more detail:

I was inspired to write The Golden Age that Never Was - I can't believe I'm saying this - based on a dream I had in August, 2015.

I read Divergent for the first time in 2016 (er, so after I'd started TGATNW). I read book 1, gave it 2 stars, and don't remember anything about it. I haven't read Maze Runner and I know nothing about it.

Going back through my Goodreads account in 2013 and 2014, I read what looks like almost no books actually published in those years. I read books on cod (literally, the nonfiction book Cod, it's really very good), I read Manna Francis (defo not YA), I read nonfiction books on trauma, I read a bunch of Tricia Owens (M/M not YA), I read Eleanor & Park (YA but contemporary), I read a bunch of M/M, Hagio Moto's Zankoku na Kami ga Shihaisuru manga took over my life for a few months, and then I read a bunch more BL manga (none of it recently published that year) for consecutive months and checked out of anything written in the western world for almost half a year.

I got back into M/M at the end of / beginning of 2015 and it looks like that was all I was reading through all of 2015 with very few exceptions (one more Rainbow Rowell book, Station Eleven by Mandel, and nonfiction). I read no dystopian YA in the 2 year lead up to writing The Golden Age that Never Was. Not a single title. Out of like 200 titles. I didn't even read historical dystopian YA. I think we can safely say that was in no way a direct influence and I can bet you around $500 I had no idea it was a trend lmao.

I do not know exactly how to convey how little I give a shit about reading or responding to publishing trends. I don't care and have never cared. No, wait, I think I attempted to care for about 2 months after seeing a Facebook post about it and then was like 'wait, this is extremely demotivating' and stopped. There are some - few - absolute favourite authors who if they release a book, I will read it that year. (Like the latest Murderbot by Martha Wells). Otherwise I prefer generally not knowing what the trends are, and I don't read author blogs etc. that keep me updated on this. New genres rise and fall and by the time I hear of them, they've either already vanished, or new names have been invented for them.

I feel the same way about music and a lot of television as well. I started watching True Detective for the first time this year. A lot of the music I've listened to and discovered didn't release that music this year. And while I have watched and listened to things that did release this year, it was less because it was 'trendy' and more because they are musicians I've always listened to (Manchester Orchestra) or TV shows I would have wanted to watch anyway.

Also The Golden Age that Never Was isn't dystopian YA. But I wasn't reading much by the way of any dystopian romantic science fiction anyway (and certainly nothing released in those years), and no space operas or anything like that. If TGATNW synced up with any trends at all, it was a happy coincidence. But given I don't think it's YA, if people who only wanted to read dystopian YA found it, they were going to be really disappointed! Lmao.

Around 2013 I also just stopped reading anything heterosexual because I had a choice in the moment and exercised that choice. And I tell you - it's low key hilarious how much you get locked out of almost all the trends (certainly almost 10 years ago) anyway, if you exclusively read same sex.

I also just have general disdain for the idea of purposefully satisfying any kind of fiction trends in fanfiction. Like, no, that's not for me. I think that's a waste of my time, and it's not why I write fanfiction. I write fanfic for fun, and to me, looking at trends and writing to trends is one of the least fun things I can actually think of doing.

(Re: Your Sex Education / Euphoria example, I had to laugh. I haven't seen the latter, and the former I only watched for the first time late last year, when I'd already finished Falling Falling Stars.)

No trend has ever inspired anything I've ever written. And no book / show has ever directly inspired anything I've ever written too. I definitely have inspirations - everyone does - but like, yeah no, one of the reasons I let other people rec works similar to mine is because I can never think of any, because I write because of a perceived vacuum providing what I want to read. If what I want to read is already present and there's a lot of it, I won't write anything, because I don't need to. I am the opposite of an 'adding my book into the pile of a trend' author, like literally, that's a reason to not write for me.

I write what I don't see in the world, and it's pretty much that simple.

#asks and answers #personal #pia on writing #the golden age that never was #like i get that other people write trends very successfully #i hate doing it and i hate even knowing what the trends are #it never lasts and it leads to a bloat in that arena #and honestly anon most of that stuff is still painfully heterosexual #so it's not what i want to read anyway #reading almost exclusively m/m locks me out of almost all the trends #because this world is still heteronormative and writing trends #are still saturated in bigotry #it's gotten better slightly but not a great deal #there are also trends in M/M that i don't particularly care about either #like mafia romance being the rage for the last year or so #in dark m/m romance #like good for them if i feel like writing a mafia romance one day #it'll have nothing to do with what's trendy #will that lose me readers? probably #i can't remember what divergent was about but my review was very scathing and i didn't read any future books fsdalfkajsd

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roo-ster-brad-shaw · 9 months

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Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

Chapter 3

Last night had been a whirlwind. In celebration for joining in a new college, my friends had demanded a party in the club. I had no idea what to do and the only person I could ask for help without being shy was my best friend, Elani. I rushed into her room, slamming the door open.

“What the fuck am supposed to do? I don’t know which club would be good, which one would be enjoyable! I’ve never even gotten drunk and done anything fun!” I was almost about to cry by now thinking of all the pressure and the feeling of being so boring in my friend group.

“Aditi, first of all deep breaths. Which bitch cries over this?! Get yourself together you mother fucker!” She says good naturedly. Even tough I’m a typical INFP personality and she’s a complete INTP, we gel well together just because she understands that there are days when I need tough love and days when I just need comforting.

“Ok ok, I’m not crying. Now give me my solution!”

“Let’s go to the Hard Deck! I’ve heard it has good music, and it has amazing eye candy!”

“But isn’t it owned by a mafia gang, the Daggers?”

“So, you aren’t all innocent” I could see her smirk as she tried to make me blush.

“Ugh, I know the happenings in the city, even if I am new to it! And besides won’t it be dangerous for our first time?” Her smirking had worked and I had to hide my face in her blanket just to feel ok. She laughed seeing my state.

“It’s ok. I’m sure we’ll be perfectly fine. Besides it has to be a big celebration! You are now going to college!”

“You didn’t even do something that big when you started! Why should I then?!”

“I’ll celebrate with you! You’re just 21! Learn to live and enjoy, my love!”

“My parents will kill me if they ever found out I am going to a club let alone drink or get drunk!”

“No one has to tell them. Tell them not to call you because we are going to explore the city. I think they’ll be ok with that.”

“What would I ever do with you” I hugged her sighing at the amazing friend I had ended up getting in her.

I was lost in drinking and dancing when Elani pulled me closer to scream in my ears, “I need to go to the washroom!” She was barely audible over the raging music.

“Alright let’s go, I told her.” As we walked to the washroom, drink in hand, I bumped into a large man.

I spilled my drink all over his white shirt. Just by his smell I could tell he was rich. As I glanced up, the anger melted from his face. His softened. He asked me questions like my name and where I was staying. He asked me to pay for his shirt by sleeping with him. He was attractive, I couldn’t deny that. But something came over me as I instantly yet calmly refused. I could tell that he was extremely dangerous and going home with him tonight would not only disappoint my parents but also be unsafe. I declined by trying to appear as if I wanted to spend more time with him before that. Little did I know that would be the wrong move. I had hoped to make him feel as if I wasn’t the kind of girl who did such things and that would make him stop pursuing me but my strategy had failed miserably. He wanted to go to dinner with me tomorrow. I wanted to decline right then and there but I wasn’t sure how to do that without making me a target of his rage so I simply accepted his proposal.

Elani immediately pulled me aside as soon as he left, “Why did you say no?! He was perfectly sexy! You could have had a one-night stand!”

“I didn’t feel comfortable”, I mumbled as she pulled me into the washroom.

“It’s ok. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t push you like that.” She said as she embraced me. I gave her a small smile as we pulled away.

The ride home was quiet. We had gotten into a taxi and headed to our dorm and I had crashed onto the bed. I dreamt of him, the enigmatic stranger. I leaned up as he cupped my cheek. His palm travelled to my neck as he stroked my neck with his callused fingers. I whimpered in response.

He whispered into my ear as he pushed my dark hair aside, “I want you so badly, beautiful. C’mere.” He softly kissed my lips and I gasped at the sensation. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, claiming it.

“You’re mine, all mine, angel.” He mumbled against my lips as he smiled. He lightly trailed his wet kisses to my pulse point. He began to suck and lick it.

I hummed in response as I said, “No hickeys” My voice came out broken and almost whispered.

The scene expanded as we were now sitting on my bed. He straddled me, making me sit on his lap.

“I need you”, he whispered as he gazed into my doe like eyes, his hazel in contrast to my dark brown ones.

I nodded like a shy little child in his arms. He began to kiss my neck once again as his kisses trailed down to my breasts. He pulled my nightdress lower to get more access. I moaned in pleasure.

“You like that, huh, baby girl?”

I nodded lightly in response. My back was arching by now, needing him closer, needing him more.

He removed my dress over the top of my head as he glanced at my body.

“Not now, free me completely first” I said adamantly.

He smirked as he undid my bra and I removed my underwear. He tried to look at my body but I shut the lights. He switched them on again, with a puzzled expression on his face. I instantly wrapped my arms around my body, trying to cover every inch of it.

“What are you doing, baby girl?”, he asked quizzically.

I sighed, “I know you’ve seen prettier girls than this naked in your bed, and I’m not very pretty. So, I don’t want to feel disgusted when you look at me.”

“Move your hands”, he said gruffly. I felt scared as I looked into his eyes. They had darkened over and there was anger in them. I quietly did as I was told, wincing as I moved my hands. I had stretch marks all over my body, my boobs were huge and I hated that about myself. But what I hated even more was my stomach, a small paunch hung off my body. My upper arms were flabby and my thighs were too thick. I hated almost everything about my body, except my hair and face- they were my only source of confidence. I felt even more disgusting under his scrutinizing gaze. It’s as if I was under a microscope as he took in every inch of my skin.

He pulled me into his arms as he whispered into my ears, with a harsh voice, “You are absolutely not pretty, you are anything but pretty.” I wanted to cry as he said that. It felt like my heart had broken into a million pieces.

He continued, as tenderly as possible, “You are beautiful. So fucking gorgeous. I can’t keep my hands off of you, princess.” I whimpered as he bit my ear lobe, sucking it and I moaned his name. Although I didn’t know it yet, I felt like it would be something that would easily fall off my lips and have tons of nicknames hidden in it.

He continued again, in a serious tone, “Now you will be punished. How dare you say something so horrible and wrong about my baby girl?!” I blushed at his statement and buried my head in to his shoulder. He held my chin and made me look in to his eyes.

“Look at me baby girl, don’t look away”, he commanded. I nodded for a yes as he kissed my lips. He began to trail his kisses to my breasts. As he sucked them and rolled the tips in his warm fingers, I moaned his name.

“Good girl”, he growled into my breast. I smiled as he said that.

“You like it when I say that, huh?”, he smirked. I nodded enthusiastically. He laughed seeing me that happy.

He kissed my lips grinning a toothy grin, “God, you’re gorgeous! I just can’t stop kissing your lips!” I giggled in response.

He then moved to fingering me. He kept glancing at me as he did that. He loved it when I arched my back and he left kisses on my stomach. I moved my hands to his hair, gently running my fingers through his auburn curls. I moaned telling him how near I was.

“C’mere”, he mumbled as he entered me. He buried his head in my neck and his hands, which were beside my neck, grabbed the sheets, almost ripping them apart.

“God, you feel so good”, he breathily moaned. I could just moan his name, saying random gibberish, as much as I could muster. When the release came, it was absolutely amazing, or so I imagined. I had never had been in a relationship before let alone have sex so I only knew that the feeling was good, not how it actually felt. I imagined how good his cum would feel, wet and cold inside of me. Then as he removed himself from indie of me, he would cuddle me in his huge frame and how warm his body would be after the sex. I would bury my head into his chest and take in his manly scent as I would fall asleep.

I woke up immediately, cursing myself for enjoying that dream so much. Elani was awake, scrolling through her phone, blushing as she read the words on it.

“You enjoying that sexy time in your head?”, I asked smirking at her.

“You were supposed to be asleep!”, she said shocked and making herself proper.

“Guess who I just dreamt about?”

“Sexy time with a sexy stranger that you had sex with just by looking at his sexy-ness?”, she questioned, smirking.

“It feels like you like him more than I do?”

“Of course not, I would just support you if you went back to that bar right now and went home with him.”

I rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone to do some mindless scrolling on it. I noted the time- 10 am, as I saw the text message I had received.

Good morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well and dreamt of me. Just a reminder, we have a dinner date @7 pm today. I’ll send you a dress and pick you up. Don’t be late. Love, Bradley.

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 9

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Every day, you try to get over the violence that you have to witness. And that means, getting yourself more involved in what they do and who they are.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

You sat on the bench that was on big balcony on the second floor, looking out into the garden at night. You wrapped your arms around yourself, remembering today’s events. Jungkook came in all bloodied, holding his side.

“He got slashed.” Jin informed, supporting the maknae’s uninjured side. You hurried them to your office and Jin placed Jungkook down on the bed.

“I’m okay.” Jungkook breathed.

“You’re bleeding from the side. Don’t need to act all tough with me.” You patted his shoulder, wearing gloves. You grabbed your scissors to cut his shirt, revealing the slash wound. Before starting, you took a bottle of iodine and poured it over the wound. Jungkook hissed in pain, letting out winces and groans as you approached the wound.

“Hold on, this is going to sting.” You told him, beginning to assess the wound. Thankfully, it didn’t need stitched. You cleaned the wound and did your best to stop the bleeding.

“That hurts.” He groaned.

“Alright, alright.” You taped the wound shut and placed a thick gauze over it. But as Jungkook was getting up, you pushed him back down.

“No moving. You’ll rip the skin again. Just rest here for a few hours.” You ordered and stood up, heading the medicine cabinet. Digging out some painkillers, you gave it to him with some water.

“Good.” You patted his head. You grabbed your first aid kit to clean his other injuries.

“I... wasn’t the one who started it.” Jungkook said softly. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, not really sure where his sudden statement came from. You took some forceps and dipped a cotton ball into some antiseptic to clean his split knuckles.

“Does it matter who started it?” Was all you said.

“I just wanted you to know. I don’t want you to be scared of me like Taehyung hyung.” He kept his head low like a guilty child. You stopped at his words. Putting the forceps down, you softly wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m not scared of him, not anymore at least. And I told him that we’re good. There’s nothing to worry about, Koo.” You assured.

“I know...”

“Rest up.” You ruffled his hair with a soft smile. Jungkook was such a tough man on the outside but on the inside, it was like he was still a young boy. You threw all the used cotton away.

“I’ll be right back. I need to check on the others.” You tucked him in.

“No. Stay here with me. Ask them to come.” Jungkook grabbed your wrist. With a defeated sigh, you sent a message to the rest to come to your office to get treated. Even after Jungkook fell asleep from exhaustion and the painkillers, you still stayed by his side as you treated the injuries the others had. Thankfully, the others talking didn’t wake him up.

“Jungkook can sleep through anything.” Namjoon shook his head.

“I believe you.” You laughed. The others weren’t injured as much but you still checked their old injuries.

“Come closer, Tae.” You chuckled, grabbing the wheeled chair he was on and pulling him closer to you. Even after the incident, when you spoke to him and assured him you were fine, he was still a little shy around you.

“Is Jungkook okay?” He asked.

“Yes, he lives to see tomorrow. He’s just sleeping now.” You smiled, flipping his hands over to see his palms.

“The blisters are almost gone. That’s good.” You told him. He nodded his head. After you applied a new layer of cream over them, you checked Hoseok’s head injury. The wound had also healed well and Hoseok didn’t feel any after effects from the concussion anymore.

“All of you are cleared.” You waved them off. As they left the room, you ran your fingers through Jungkook’s hair softly.

You let out a soft sigh. Jungkook had woken up a while ago and you escorted him to his room to shower and rest some more. You trusted him to be able to shower without wetting his gauze or causing the wound to bleed again.

“I-I didn’t know anyone was here. I’ll leave.” A voice said.

“It’s okay. You can stay.” You smiled softly, patting the empty space beside you. Taehyung gave you an uneasy look but stepped forward, taking a seat.

“I...I heard what Jungkook said.”

“What did he say?” You tilted your head.

“About how he didn’t want you to be scared of him like you are of me.” Taehyung murmured, keeping his head low. He fiddled with his fingers in his lap. You sighed, rubbing your forehead. For people in the mafia, these boys sure acted like little kids at times. It was quite funny how they could kill people without a blink of the eye but were scared of hurting your feelings.

“Tae, we talked about this. I’m not scared of you, I don’t hate you. I told that to Jungkook as well.” You said.

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“I-I’m a monster! I hurt people, sometimes I can’t even stop myself that I need Namjoon hyung to tell me to stop. I can’t control it. I...I’m just like him.” He whispered the last part.

“Who is ‘him’, Tae? Do you mean Namjoon?” You asked softly.

“No! No! Never Namjoon hyung! I...I was referring to my father. My mother left us when I was born so I never really saw her face, only in photos. My father used to get drunk and fly into a rage. That led to my noona and I getting beaten up.” Taehyung frowned slightly.

“I didn’t know you have a sister.”

“Had... I couldn’t save her. I-I was too late.” Taehyung’s voice quivered and his breathing sounded strained.

“She would always protect me from getting beaten. When I came home from school... I saw him, standing over her. She wouldn’t respond when I called out to her.” Tears fell from his eyes.

“I was so angry, I didn’t even know what to do. But I knew there was only one thing I could do. I grabbed one of his soju bottles and just kept on hitting him with it. There was so much blood... And yet, I wasn’t even satisfied. I wanted him to feel the pain that he caused my noona and I for all those years. He took my noona away from me.” Taehyung shook with anger.

“Tae... Shh, it’s okay.” You hugged him, he cried into your chest, fisting your cardigan in his hands.

“Noona.” He cried.

“What happened after all that?” You asked softly.

“I called Namjoon hyung. He came and helped me. He brought me into the family, made sure the police never found out what happened and helped my noona have a nice burial.” Taehyung pulled away and wiped his tears.

“You’re not like your father, Tae.” You said.

“Aren’t I? I hurt people like him.” Taehyung pulled away and let out a bitter laugh amidst the tears that he shed.

“It’s different, Tae... I know for one, you love your family here and that you would never hurt them. Just like your sister, you would protect them.” You stroked the back of his head.

“My noona probably blames me for being too late.” He mumbled.

“Of course not, Tae. She loved you and protected you from harm. She wouldn’t blame you for what happened. It was beyond your control.” You comforted him. Taehyung nodded his head sadly. You were glad to be able to finally understand Taehyung a little more.

“Everything now, I owe it to Namjoon hyung. He took me in, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him.” Taehyung said.

“He’s that much of a leader.” You said and Taehyung nodded in agreement. From the time you’ve been with the family, you already knew just how much the boys respected Namjoon.

“There’s no one else more fitting of the role.” Taehyung insisted.

After that, you separated with Taehyung. He went to his room while you stayed in the living room for a while longer. You spotted Namjoon sitting at the bar, sipping some wine as he flipped through some files. You slid onto the chair next to him.

“Taehyung spoke to you?” He asked, not looking up. You let out a hum.

“He told you... everything?”

“If you’re referring to his family background, his father and older sister... Then yes, he did tell me everything.” You grabbed a beer from behind the counter for yourself and popped off the cap.

“Did he tell you why he comes to your office after he hurts or kills someone at work?” Namjoon continued his questions.

“No...?”

“Coming to you after he hurts or even kills someone... gives him an assurance. The fact that you didn’t kick him out and welcome him every time, it tells him that he’s not like his father, not a monster like him. You remind him of his sister, caring for him and protecting him no matter what he does.” Namjoon explained. You nodded your head, finally understanding.

“I’m glad Taehyung can turn to you as well. It took him a while to open up to the others besides me. Now he’s best friends with Jimin.” He smiled.

“Why did you... help him?”

“The police would have gotten to him if he stayed. Besides, his noona was always nice to me. I didn’t grow up with much money, she gave me a lot of foods for free when she worked at the convenience store.” He said.

“Jimin said you and Yoongi were the ones who started or formed this family. That you took everyone in.” You blinked.

“I only took Jungkook and Taehyung in.” Namjoon clarified.

“I’m sure Jimin also told you that everyone has their own story as to how they joined. But I would say, Taehyung’s background is the most... for the lack of a better word, ‘tragic’.” He sighed.

“I lost of a lot of things growing up. Meeting Yoongi hyung and then the rest, starting this thing... saved me from a lifetime of hardship. I wouldn’t want to go back to how I used to live my life back then.” Namjoon chuckled. You nodded your head.

“Life was very different back then?”

“You could say that... I was born into this kind of environment. My dad trained me to take over his empire some day. I had to learn to take care of the family and organisation right from the start.” He explained.

“Responsible right from the start, I see.” You gave a small smile. Seeing how successful the boys were now, it would be hard to imagine that they came from backgrounds of such poverty.

“Taehyung was there for me when I lost my own sister. Just that his was his older sister while mine was my younger sister.” Namjoon said with a forced smile.

“How did she pass?”

“A fun night led to her being pregnant. She insisted on keeping the child. I tried my best to keep her safe and protect her, as well as the child. She was supposed to have a little girl. But she was too young, the delivery was much more complicated than we expected. They couldn’t save both her and her baby.” There was so much bitterness in Namjoon’s voice.

“I’m sorry, Namjoon. That must have been hard, to lose both mother and baby.” You squeezed his hand.

“I came to terms with it. We knew how risky it was for her to bring a baby into this world at her age but it was a risk she was willing to take. She was going to be named Namseo.” Namjoon sighed again.

“That’s pretty.” You turned the now empty glass bottle in your hands.

“What about you?” He asked. You tilted your head, pointing at yourself. Namjoon nodded in confirmation.

“You’ve met my parents. That’s it.”

“And somehow, I don’t believe you.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Ah, someone has been learning to read people too. I’m impressed Namjoon. But really, you already know. Mum’s a surgeon, dad’s a psychiatrist, both are seniors and respected in their fields. So they want their kids to do the same. As simple as that.” You shrugged.

“Kids? So the lone ranger isn’t alone after all?”

“I have an older brother. But you don’t ever see him, he’s too busy being a model child for parents out there.” You smiled.

“Oh? Is that a little jealousy that I sense?” Namjoon teased you, nudging your side gently. He stood up, walking behind the bar this time. He opened a bottle of wine and poured you a glass.

“I’m way over the jealousy.” You rolled your eyes.

“Tell me about him. Your brother and his perfect life.” Namjoon raised his eyebrows, sitting back down with his glass in his hands.

“You’ve probably heard of him, famous lawyer, (y/b/n) (y/l/n). He mainly practices in the UK but gets invited to the States and Australia. My sister-in-law, Jumin, and my nephew, Jisung, currently reside with him in the UK. And I have another niece on the way. The perfect son makes the perfect family, I guess.” You snorted, drinking your wine.

“So your brother left you behind. To face your parents’ expectations.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Doesn’t matter, from some age, I understood that all my parents need is one star child. I’m happy where I am now, why do you think they’re still trying to get me to join hospitals? Until this day.” You giggled.

“Yes, your father did express his... displeasure. But I think you’re fine here, (y/n). There’s no one else worthy.”

“Wow? A compliment?” It was your turn to tease him now.

“I give out compliments and praise where I deem necessary. Just as any parents or superior should. If it makes you work harder, I’ll do it more often.” Namjoon and you were having a full on laugh session now.

“Alright, enough family stories for the night. I’ll walk you to your room.” Namjoon stood up from his seat, stacking his papers together.

“Thanks.” You absentmindedly followed him. The walk up was nice and quiet. The hallways were only lit by slightly dimmed lights but the moonlight shone through the big windows.

“You seem to be adjusting here well. Proving everyone else wrong.”

“I would like to think so. Or even if I’m not there yet, I guess it’s safe to say that I am close to getting there at least.” You chuckled. The both of you stopped outside your door. Namjoon turned to you, patting your head with a soft smile. You looked up at him, blinking.

“Rest well, doc.” Namjoon smiled.

“Thanks, Namjoon. Goodnight.” You returned the gestured before you entered your room.

Somehow in the middle of the night, you moved to lie down in front of Kookie’s cage. Kookie was curled up into a fluffy ball, sleeping soundly in the corner while you just laid in front of his cage.

“Doc? Do you not like your bed?” Someone asked, startling you awake.

“Huh? I don’t even remember when I got here.” You scratched the back of your head, yawning and stretching. Jin laughed, holding a hand out for you to help you stand up. You thanked him with a lazy salute before going into your bathroom to wash up. You brushed your teeth, washed your face and changed into more presentable clothes.

“Can you wake Jungkook, please? You’re probably the only one that can.” Namjoon chuckled and you nodded, heading to the maknae’s room.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Jungkook?” You knocked and went in. Jungkook was sleeping shirtless, his bandages exposed. There was a little blood showing through the gauze, a sign that it should be changed.

“Jungkook, wake up.” You shook him. Of course, he didn’t even move an inch or flinch.

“Jungkook! Come on, they need you downstairs.” You grabbed his arm, pulling him out of bed, making sure to not impact his injuries. Jungkook finally groaned and sat up on the ground but was quick to fall back asleep.

“Come on, Jungkook.” You cupped his cheeks.

“No... Sleepy...” He fell forward, resting his head against your shoulder. You sighed, patting his bare shoulder. Suddenly, a tattooed arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you down to the ground. Jungkook snuggled against you, letting out a sound of satisfaction.

“Jungkook? Doc?” The door opened and you heard Hoseok’s voice. You let out a strangled sound, pushing Jungkook by his chest.

“W-What is going on?” Hoseok shouted.

“This pervert!” You kicked Jungkook’s shin, making him groan and release you. You huffed in annoyance as you stood up, straighteneing your clothes. Casting Jungkook a dirty look, you walked to the door.

“You can just sleep and die, Jeon Jungkook!” You scowled, storming out and slamming the door behind you.

“Unsuccessful?” Yoongi smirked.

“Can it, Yoongles.” You glared, sitting down in your seat. Hoseok emerged a few minutes later, dragging a half asleep Jungkook with him. Breakfast was served and for the first time in a few days, all the boys were there. Taehyung didn’t really want to make eye contact with you, feeling a little awkward from opening up last night.

“Wanna go for a drive later?” Jin asked.

“And watch you guys decide which pair of shoes is more expensive? No, thanks.” You snorted.

“No, I’ve got to handle work stuff. It’ll be good to know that you are there in case it gets messy.” He grinned. You rested your head in your hand, thinking of whether you would like to go.

“Your precious Yoongles is going.” Jimin added.

“Yah! Park Jimin!” Yoongi slammed his hand onto the table. You giggled and gave a thumbs up to Jin, who shook his head with a chuckle.

“I’ll go keep Yoongo company then.” You grinned. Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes. That was a much better reaction than what Jimin got from him when he called him by his nickname. You finished your breakfast and went to feed Kookie before getting ready to head out.

“Let’s go.” You decided to keep your lab coat on since you were still ‘working’, even if you were out with them.

“Are you ready to-”

“Jin oppa!” A shrill voice sounded throughout the mansion. You blinked in confusion as Jungkook pulled you behind him in an attempt to hide you. Peeking from over his shoulder, you saw a girl run in.

“Shiori.” Jin remained stoic.

“I haven’t seen you at the club in forever.” This girl smiled.

“I’ve been busy, clubbing is not on the list of my occupations. Also, I am sure that you know unexpected visits to the house are not allowed.” Jin frowned. The girl dared to wrap her arm around Jin, making you gasp as how scandalous it was. This reminded you of how that girl was with Jungkook, which led to Kookie being adopted.

“W-Who is she?” Shiori pointed to you.

“S-She’s my-”

“She’s my partner.” Jin cut Jungkook off, stealing you and slinging his arm around you neck.

“P-Partner?!” Shiori screeched. You sighed and removed Jin’s arm, turning to Jungkook, who was leaning against the backing of the couch, arms crossed in amusement. Yoongi came down, dressed in outing clothes.

“Oh, she’s here.” He rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go! Yoonie!” You cheered, hooking arms with Yoongi. He scoffed but didn’t pull away from you.

“You. No vigorous activities, work outs or beating people up today. I’ll be back to change your dressing. If I find out you disobeyed me, you’ll get it.” You threatened Jungkook, who gulped and nodded. You patted his head like a child and headed out with Yoongi.

“I’m coming.” Jin stepped forward to join you and Yoongi.

“You can show yourself out. And don’t you dare, come on this property again.” Jin threatened the girl, who nodded fearfully.

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Hihihi! I know it's kinda crazy and I just found your acc but I was LITERALLY thinking about a Marvel-SVU crossover and found yoooooou. I mean... The algorithm lead me to you. It's ✨ Destiny ✨ haha So I was wondering if you could write something Marvel-SVU kinda with Carisi x reader (i don't know if you watch agents of shield) where reader has to go UC for Shield and falls in love with him and he finds out she's Shield etc. I don't know if I'm making any sense rn I'm just really happy I found you. And now I sound creepy but it's already too late and I'm sending this.

Dear @lapaquerette : I do not watch Agents of shield, but I did my best! I swear I did! 😭 you totally made sense! But I feel like there's part of this story that are not so good, anyways~ let's get to the story!!

Title: Don't Tell anyone

Fandom: MCU and Law and order SVU

Pairing: Sonny Caruso x Reader

Other characters: no, I think no

Category: romance

Warnings: this doesn't have a happy ending bc I'm bad writing those! This is long I think.

Author's note: for a moment I thought of making this a serie, but my head couldn't stand it! I don't feel like I can picture Carisi in the right way so probably he's going to be very OOC. Also I'm not supper proud of this because I literally did what I wanted with the time line, Captain America: Winter Soldier happens in 2016 however Caruso es ADA in 2020 if I'm not wrong but in this case the events of winter soldier happen in 2020. Also there's like 2 years of difference btw WS and Civil War, and I tried my best! To make everything fit, but you know, you can kick my ass in comments.

• • •

The mission was supposed to last just a couple of days. Y/n had to pose as an assistant to the Junior ADA's why did they need assistance she didn't know, but when Nick fury assigned her there she just didn't dared to ask.

"Find out what's going on there" he had said as if it was a life or dead situation.

Pepto. That's what happened. High expectations was the other thing happening. The Junior ADA's where being pressed, running towards death case by case.

It was boring, the first two days Y/n had played "who's the jerk of the room?" She had found more than one, stress made that to people. Who cares about cordiality when they had to put people in jail? The answer was Dominic "Sonny" Carisi.

Sonny never yelled or snapped at people, he always asked nicely about papers, he said "Good Morning" and "thank you". He was a gentleman, a knight in a shiny armor. He made funny jokes even when he was struggling with a case.

Y/n had felt a weird desire to help him after just one encounter. The puppy eyes, she reasoned. After that day when he was in court she appeared there, sat and suddenly the people being cross-examined poured the truth without control or bursted in fit of rage confessing everything. She wasn't making something bad, she was helping, which she was supposed to do. No one was going to link her to those incidents. No one knew what she could do.

— copies, now — one of ADA's order her and she almost pushed the asshole and told him to do it himself, it was only a copy machine, he only had to push a button! However, Y/n was a trained spy, she had control over every muscle in her face to not make a disgusted expression at the tall and skinny man. 63 ways to kill him appeared in her head in a second.

— Sure thing — she said in a gently tone, entertaining her mind in the more horrible ways to deal with Tommy.

Tommy Parish, a bully in and out of court, linked to the Irish Mafia. He thought he was a big fish, prepotent but surprisingly brilliant. He was like a weasel. He wasn't that important. Shield wasn't interested by his night activities. They thought there was something else, something more important. Y/n didn't think so. The more interesting thing there was...

— Oh, Sorry didn't meant to...— Sonny said as he almost hit Y/n with the door.

— my fault, I was standing here like a creep — she took the guilt with a sheepish smile.

— A penny for your thoughts — he said as he walked outside and Y/n instinctively followed, as she usually followed after director Nick Fury,

— I think I'm being punished — she said while walking aimlessly, if Sonny had walked in the male restroom she would have probably followed him blindly.

— punish? For what? Did Tommy said something mean to you again? — the blond man sounded concerned and for Y/n it was refreshing, people around her tended to be more defensive around her than being worried about her well being.

— no! I think Tommy is warming up to me — Y/n said proudly — it's my umm... Dad, he send me to live here and I think is because he is mad at me —

There was a small silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

— why would he be mad? You are amazing! — Sonny sounded so positive and brilliant, he always seemed to have that aura around him, even in the worst cases. Y/n noticed it, and worried her when he started to lose his shine.

— in my last job, I made a mistake and people got hurt — the confession was sincere. She wasn't lying, she was omitting that those people didn't just "got hurt", they died. She had killed them.

— You are human, humans make mistakes — he said stopping in front of an embellished door. — talk later? — he asked and Y/n nodded with a smile.

•••

After a month everything still was normal. No conspicuous action, no weird people. Y/n wondered why was she there? Was she really being punished by Fury? She had made a mistake, she had chose to save a person, she couldn't know that the objective was going to detonate the whole place. She couldn't read every single thought, her brain would melt if she even tried.

— Sorry, I need to... — said Sonny pointing at the copy machine, y/n blushed for being caught spacing out, again for the 4 time in a week

— I'm so sorry, allow me — y/n extended a hand offering to make the copy for Carisi.

— don't worry, I can push a button — he said making her smile and feel weird.

— please Mr. Carisi, let me be of help — she offered tilting her head a little bit, Sonny found that little action distracting and cute enough to give her the papers he needed to copy.

He saw her move, she was so elegant even just making copies.

— thank you — he told her sighing exhausted.

— don't worry Mr. Carisi, I'll do this, get it in a folder and get it back to you, why don't you go rest your eyes a bit? — she asked with a smile, noticing his tired demeanor

— I'll do it, if you start calling me Sonny — he negotiated and she laughed whole heartedly — come on, everytime you call me Mr. Carisi I feel like you are talking to my father —

— fine, you got yourself a deal — she offered her hand and he took her in his bigger one. Sonny felt asleep with the sound of the copy machine working.

— Sonny, Sonny — Y/n soft voice took him out of dreamland, he found out in that moment that his Nickname sounded awesome from Y/n lips.

•••

From Sonny's eyes y/n was an amazing woman who was able to help everyone with their tasks, she made copies, keep archives ordered, got everything for everyone. She made time to know all of the junior's ADA's of "her room", she served coffee when needed, got them food, kept clean clothes for them just in case. She was like a mother. Sometimes she even helped them found the info they needed. She made all of that and made it with a polite smile. She had been there for like a year and their interactions where short, but he was head over heels for her.

Why? Because she got a great sense of humor, she was nice, smart, sassy when needed, had an excellent memory, she made the best black coffee he had ever tasted. She never got nervous no matter the circumstances. He didn't understand how or why was she assigned to be the "mother hen" of 7 ADA's, but he was thankful. Some days became better the moment she gave him a smile and he imagined that smile was just for him.

Sonny pinched the bridge of his nose in pain. It was past midnight and he was still in his office, working on papers. Practicing his opening statement.

— the truth... The truth....— he repeated trying to remember the next point of the speach. He grunted frustrated.

— Sonny? — the sudden voice made the attorney jump and Y/n laughed.

— Geez, doll! — he exclaimed surprised — You should use a bell — added more awake than before.

— doll? — Y/n questioned rising an eyebrow, Sonny turned red.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you — he quickly apologized.

— you didn't, I actually like it — she admitted — I'll allow it — added in a solemn voice — with a condition councilor, only in private I don't need more gossips going around—

After saying those words, Y/n knew that she was digging her own grave. She liked Sonny.

•••

Y/n looked at her phone horrified. Nick had send her and encrypted message. Which was resumed to: You are free of SHIELD, live the life of Y/n Veith. The life he had created for her, an identity that couldn't be connected to the Spy agency. Y/n Y/l/n had died in what they called something like the purge of Hydra. He didn't needed her. He had died. Captain america had basically destroyed the corrupted SHIELD. This was her life now. She was what? a secretary? An assistant?

She should had fail with SHIELD, she should had been there with Fury, protecting him. But she didn't. She pretended nothing happened and followed his last order to her: live like Y/n Veith.

She went with the flow. Acted like everything was just fine, made a routine, followed it to the last point. Untill one day out of the blue she broke down crying in Sonny's office. He was her friend.

— what happened? — he asked on the other side of the desk, surprised that in the middle of his speech, y/n started crying. The case was difficult, a father died to protect his daughter. The teenager girl had been raped and her father was killed by the rapist. It was way more complicated but, that were the facts.

— sorry, sorry — she said cleaning her face with her hands, Sonny approached and offered her a handkerchief that she took hesitantly. — I lost, I lost him — she stuttered.

Sonny kneeled by her side, took the handkerchief and cleaned her beautiful face.

— I'm so sorry, doll — he said even if he didn't understand, Y/n felt his consternation.

— my father died — she said with a soft voice — my house burned down — she added and Sonny understood, her father adopted her, he had saved her and then lost it all. The case had hit too close to her.

— Come on, we had enough of this case — he decided getting up, taking her hands to get her to stand — I'll take you home — he said and she smiled with sadness.

— I don't want to go to my department — she confessed getting up and Sonny gave her a soothing smile.

— We can go to my place — he offered without a second intention, she nodded and they walked away from the office, Sonny ordered an Uber.

Outside of One Hogan place with a heavy heart, y/n leaned against Sonny and he hugged her while waiting for their ride, and during the ride.

Y/n fell asleep without nightmares for the first time in the 6 months after the dead of Nick. Sonny by her side, over the covers and behind a "wall" of pillows fell asleep with the image of a peaceful Y/n.

•••

Three months later, Y/n entered Sonny's little office, she said a "sorry to interrupt", the blond man stopped writing and turned to her eagerly, he tried to suppress his desire to look into her eyes but he wasn't that good at that.

He hadn't seen her in more than 14 days thanks to his overflow of cases and her being stole by homicides DA, who had discovered she was very good in investing.

She muttered a "what?" In mockery, as if the distance and time hadn't even happened and added a "I got you a donut!". A donut that he had craved since morning but wasn't able to get. He sighed a laugh, sometimes it was as if she could read his mind.

— you are life saver, doll— he sighed in relief taking the donut from her hand.

— Should I get you some coffee? — she asked with that caring tone that made him feel special.

— I would love that — he accepted as she merrily went to the coffee machine and poured him a cup and then a glass of water.

Sonny wondered about where did those pretty and elegant glasses came from, have they always been there? She left a bag in the table and walked back to him. He pretended to be working but it was hard to act when she was walking towards him with that dark red pencil skirt that hug perfectly the curb of her hips, the black blouse making contrast, hanging a bit loose over her torso.

— thanks doll — he said when she put the coffee and water in a corner of the desk, he looked at her with a smile — water? — he asked with a joking tone, y/n nodded

— yes, sir — she said in the same joking mood — I took an account of the caffeine you ingest by day, this could be dangerous for your health, so for every cup of caffeine, one of water — she explained with as much confidence as a lawyer making an opening statement.

— are you worried about me? — he was almost flirting, she blushed even if they sometimes flirted a bit.

— I worry about all of you — she pointed out and gave a mischievous smile that made Sonny blush.

— thank you, doll — he quipped with a smile, she smiled back and walked away to Parish desk, the man sat there looked down to his papers as Y/n put a bagel by his hand.

Sonny noticed how Tommy's ears got as read as a tomato and turned to look at her with adoration, the same look the other ADA's got everytime she was near. He had seen how things slowly changed with Y/n presence, at first they were rude, condescending, then they realized that she was excellent in her work. She had saved all of them more than once with little actions.

Y/n had a charming aura and some men in the office had asked her out, Tommy included, but she always turned them down, with an excellent excuse. "I'm seeing someone".

Carisi wondered who. Who was she dating?

•••

— Coffee — she announced as she took a folder and put it carefully away.

Sonny smiled and suddenly thought of Y/n lie about she seeing someone. She had never tell him about her boyfriend, he thought of all of those slice of life moments they had, the banters they have, the many times she had helped him. The times she would stay in his apartment so she wouldn't be alone.

Was he the person she was seeing?

— do you have plans for tonight? — he asked abruptly and Y/n looked at him surprised.

— I got a date with my bed, but I can reschedule — she offered with a smile, she could rest later, she had to enjoy every moment with Sonny.

— do it, I'll take you to a wonderful place — He said with all of his confidence, she giggled — after work? — she nodded contently.

— It's a deal — she said before walking away with a big smile in her face.

Sonny felt stupidly happy. It was him. She was dating him unofficially.

•••

That night Y/n tried to look as perfect as was possible in work clothes, she had refreshed herself, use a little more of make up. She was excited, she really liked Sonny and had wanted to go on a date with him, no work talk, no solving ways to state a question. She wanted to know him in a more personal way.

They sat in a table of a nice looking bar, a decent one. It wasn't pretentious, they actually served food and not just greasy fast food. She had told him distorted versions of stories with her "family and friends", (since she couldn't talk about her real life and training) like that time her father had taught her how to use a gun for her homework and she discovered she had weak fingers.

She heard about his time as a Police officer, a detective nonetheless! Sargent Benson seemed to be a very empathic person, Detective Tutuola was definitely a funny man, Amanda was for him like one more of his sisters. And Sonny discovered that she was adopted by a man called Nick, Nick Veith he guessed, since he thought that was her real last name.

She had two "adopted" sister and a brother: Maria, Natalie and Clinton. Maria was righteous, Nat was smart and sassy, Clint was funny and sometimes really annoying. Sonny thought he would get along easily with them.

They laughed between stories, they were getting fun untill Y/n felt there was something wrong. Something was about to happen. Something bad.

— Something wrong? — Y/n barely registered Sonny's voice before jumping over him yelling a "get down". A telekinetic wake made the other around people fall to the ground just in time as a rain of bullets came from the broken windows.

Sonny heard the glass breaking, people screaming in panic. Saw the bullets fly over him and the bottles in the bar breaking in slow motion. He had never experienced anything like that. The light weight of Y/n over him. And his monkey mind thought about how right that felt.

There was a "clank" from a gas' bomb, then a flash and a cloud of white smoke. People stood up and started running.

— Y/n — Sonny pulled her to see her face, he thought she would be scared, paralyzed from fear. However, when he saw her face there was no fear, she seemed confused, puzzled. — come on, we have to move —

Y/n was thinking the same, but she didn't know what was the right move: defend everyone there using her not-so-human powers? Run away and pretend to be a delicate woman, scared of the situation?

— doll? — Sonny sounded worried and in almost panic, a switch turned as boots hit the floor of the bar.

— Stay behind me — Y/n said with confidence getting up, feeling the presence of 8 people surrounding them, circling them. — and... — she looked at Sonny worried — don't get scared — she pleaded softly.

— Y/n Y/l/n surrender yourself — someone yelled and the woman felt her skin crawl, she hadn't hear her name in more than a year. It sounded good.

— is this about the accords? — She thought, aware of the Sokovia accords and what they proposed. She hadn't signed them. No one was supposed to know about her, her powers, she hadn't expected the government to notice her.

Nat? Clint? Maybe Maria had told them.

— That's right, put your hands in the air — the man ordered in a shout. Y/n closed her eyes and closed her hand in a thigh fist, making the fog disappear.

— Sorry, I can't do that— she confessed pushing the man with telekinesis. — I'm not a weapon you can use —

A new row of bullets flew towards Y/n and Sonny. A bright green light appeared in her eyes and all of the bullets stopped in the air, traces of the same light that made Y/n shine seemed to contain the little bullets like tendrills, the bullets turned in the air pointing at the squadron that was attacking her

— Y/n, no! — Sonny made her react, the tendrills disappeared and the bullets fell useless to the ground as the woman turned to see the Attorney.

— Sonny, sonny — she stuttered worried— no, no, no, no, I would never hurt them, I'm not a monster, I'm not! — she said almost in panic,not because of the attack but for the ideas Sonny could get.

Sonny saw the green and now red light form an eyes over Y/n, then monsters from nightmares formed from the light, monsters like dogs, with skulls covering the hideous animals with blood dripping from their snouts, bodies wet with a black substance. The animals roared and jumped to defend them.

Y/n saw fear in Sonny's eyes. She recognized it, a bright tendril started to form in the exact point of her heart, the fear taking form in her presence. Her hand squished the light over her chest, stopping something else to form.

He didn't know what to say. Carisi knew about the avengers, the new york incident had affected his work, he had saw everything about "ultron", he was informed about Tony Stark and the avengers every move. But he didn't know what was he supposed to say? "Sign the accords" was what he wanted to say. It was selfish for him to ask that, he couldn't do it.

— doll, you're not a monster— he finally found his own voice to say that. — but you have to go —

— Sonny, I... — the ADA put a strand of hair behind Y/n ear taking her by surprise.

— If you don't mind, I'll like to kiss you — he said making her blink in disbelief.

— yes please...— she said and Carisi smiled brightly, his large hand caressed her cheek and softly leave a tender kiss in her soft lips. It barely lasted more than a second. When Carisi opened up his eyes, everything was back to normal. Like a couple of minutes ago, right before the shooting.

In the table was a note: "Don't tell anyone" he recognized Y/n writing. He wondered if everything had been a dream, a hallucination. A part of him told him that no, that couldn't be his imagination. Y/n had left.

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magnolia-penn · 4 years

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Future Vision Chapter 2

DIO? God?

Oop- sorry this took so long. It took me forever to write and I had no motivation to type it all from my notebook.

Also, brownie points to whoever finds the Avatar: The Last Airbender reference.

Warnings: Swearing (so much swearing), Spoilers (sorta), mention of death (no one important) lemme know if I missed anything

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"31 years!" Polnareff shouted in disbelief.

"Apparently." You shrugged, already over it.

The men were flabbergasted about your current predicament. Stands were a fairly new concept and to think that there was a Stand strong enough to pull you from the future, breaking all sorts of time and space laws? You'd have to be crazy!

Yet… There you were, completely adapted to the strange situation. You were thrown almost double the amount of years you existed and all it took was a quick scream session behind a sand dune for you to calm down?

"You seem so startled. Stands have crazy abilities. My friend, Magnolia, works alongside a mafia boss with the ability to create infinite life and make it so you can never truly reach death!" You pumped your fist in the air in excitement. "Time travel doesn't seem that far out. My Stand isn't too terribly special, especially compared to some of the other Stands I've seen, but it's pretty cool."

The group's confusion settled deeper as you went on a tangent about future Stands that your friend has described from her time working at the Speedwagon Foundation. You used words that didn't make sense, phrases they didn't understand, but your growing excitement caused them to nod along with you.

"OH! And Stands can be upgraded! Although we do-" You cut yourself off suddenly, eyes zoned out.

You didn't say anything, just stared into the endless expanse of sand and heat. It was Kakyoin who spoke up first.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

You snapped out of your trance with a start. "I FORGOT TO FEED MY FISH SHIT SEND ME BACK!"

Your sudden outburst sent Polnareff jumping back into Mr. Joestar, your attention dragged to him as his face dropped from confusion to somber defeat.

You picked up on the nervous weight shifts and glances away. You tried to look back at the man who brought you here, only for Mr. Joestar to clear his throat, bringing the attention back to him. He fumbled with his words a bit, trying to justify the shift in attention, but he ultimately failed.

"Oh ho no, I see what's going on," You said after Mr. Joestar gave up on trying to explain. "This fuck-" a pointed finger towards the corpse behind you, "was my only ticket back to the future?"

"Well no. Technic-" You cut the older man off.

"'Uh well no'," you mocked. "Lemme guess, he would've been the easiest way?"

"Now, Miss Y/n, there is no need to be so aggressive. I'm sure we can figure everything out. Our enemy, DIO, has a lackey-"

You cut Avdol off as well.

"DIO? God? In Italian? What kind of narcissist names their kid 'God' in Italian?"

You gave a snort before falling into a fit of mocking laughter. Your humor was short lived, though, as Jotaro finally spoke up. Or shouted I guess.

"Can you shut up? Good grief, all you do is yap! God, all you women are the same."

You stopped your laughter to stare at the teen clad in black, sizing him up. It was a tense couple of minutes, an unstoppable force and an unmovable object locked in a stubborn standoff.

After a bit, you let out a chuckle and let your head fall back to face the sky. You watched the clouds for a second before sighing.

"You know, Joots," You catch him visibly tense from the nickname. "I see why you become a marine biologist in the future. The ocean is powerful and terrifying. It's been like that from the beginning. My friend often describes me like the ocean, although, unlike the tides, who have decided to kill you millions of years ago," You bring your hand up near your face before clenching it into a fist, shimmering from the effects of your Stand. "I still haven't made up my mind."

Jotaro's face turns sour in fear for a split second before returning to the default steely glare. You watched in amusement as his Stand began to manifest, but the hesitation you saw in the purple being's eyes told you all you needed to know.

Jotaro was, at the very least, cautious of you.

But also curious.

You managed to make full contact with Hierophant Green, something no one can do unless a Stand is initiating the contact. Kakyoin also couldn't see you, so how could it've climbed up you? Stand don't act on their own violations.

You also mentioned the future Jotaro. He becomes a marine biologist? And one famous enough to be known by teenagers? Jotaro can't even name a famous marine biologist.

He figured killing you know would be disastrous, there was still much to learn from you. Maybe you held knowledge that once came with hindsight.

"Nice to see we're in agreement." Jotaro gruffed out, allowing Star Platinum to fully dissipate.

A small smile graced your features as you extended the same hand you threatened him with.

"Well then, a truce. Until we decide to kill each other."

Jotaro nodded and took your hand, allowing a handshake to secure your mortalities.

For now.

"MON DIEU! I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!" Polnareff wailed suddenly, startling the group.

Tension rolled off all of you as Avdol let out a sigh of relief. "I am quite surprised you are alive as well. Not many people can insult Jotaro and walk away intact, Y/n."

You chuckled and waved off the man's concern. "I may only have six brain cells, but I'm not stupid. He wouldn't do shit. Not without knowing what I can do."

"Is that so?" Jotaro let a small smirk slip out. It's hard not to grin when you were acting stupid.

You nodded and hummed in agreement. "I like to think I'm good at reading people."

Jotaro only scoffed and rolled his eyes, although there was an inset glimmer of amusement deep with those cerulean orbs.

"So what exactly does your Stand do?" Mr. Joestar asked the elephant in the room.

"Hmm? Oh, my Stand. Okay, so, here's the thing. My Stand is actually really weak." You confessed.

"My Stand, Chemical Romance, is only really good for getting info from people. I'm often called in to the Speedwagon Foundation to help with interrogations. My Stand allows me to talk to and understand other Stands. All those unintelligible noises your Stand makes are actually your soul trying to communicate, and Chem translates them for me. Even silent Stands or Stands with no humanoid form." You glanced at Mr. Joestar. "I can also touch and interact with them, like I did for Hierophant Green. Also, and we think this might just be a radius effect, but Stands become more sentient around me. They think for themselves."

And….. just like that you lost them. It's hard to understand such complex Stands when all they know is Many Punch, Tasteful Nudes, French Sword, Fire Bird, and Shiny Rock.

"So… You can't actually follow through with your previous threats?" Kakyoin asked cautiously.

"Excuse you! Just who in the hell do you think you are? I am a whole ass person shaped can of whoop ass and no weak ass Stand or Death Parade wannabe looking ass is going to beat me!" You pumped your fist in the air again.

"Whew- That's the sort of can-do attitude our team needs." Mr. Joestar chuckled. "Wait, that wouldn't be a bad idea!"

"Oh ho? Does the great Joseph Joestar have an idea? Careful, Old Man, thinking can hurt ya." You joked.

"No no no no no hear me out. You need to get back to the future, we need to stop DIO from murdering everybody and taking over the world." Mr. Joestar explained. "We both have to get to Cairo for DIO! Join us! You and your Stand are really useful!"

Surprise crossed your face before slipping back to its usual cool façade.

"Nah, I was kind of digging the idea of shriveling up dead in the desert. Although~" you drawled. "I guess, if you're so desperate for my help. It would be immoral for me not to help you, you're so old, even thinking about fighting DIO is going to trigger a heart attack."

You snorted out a laugh and Mr. Joestar did chuckle a bit before you realized something.

"Sooo. Who exactly DIO? Other than some bitch who wants to take over the world."

As quickly as a light flicking out of existence, the once humorous and airy atmosphere of the group became tense and tragic. The utter rage, disgust, and hatred for this mysterious man was palpable. Even the fun and boisterous Jean-Pierre Polnareff extruded murderous intent.

"DIO is a very bad man." Avdol broke the silence, but found himself unable to say more.

"Thanks for the life lesson, Dad," you spit sarcastically. "No. Who is he and what might he have done to sound so familiar."

"DIO is a monster that was created by greed and a lust for power. He is a vampire who ruthlessly slaughtered those who took him in when he was orphaned at the age of twelve." Mr. Joestar explained grimly. "He rejected his humanity to become something monstrous and immortal, but even now, that wasn't enough for him."

"He's notorious throughout the Speedwagon Foundation, whose founder fought him a hundred years ago. I wouldn't doubt it if his story still circulated in your years, Y/n." Avdol completed.

"All of us are here now because of DIO. Polnareff and I were under his control because of a flesh bud, Advol was almost conned into the same situation, and Jotaro's mother, Joseph's daughter, is under attack by her own Stand because it was forcibly awoken by him." Kakyoin said, then shot you a soft smile. "And I guess you as well."

"Oh yeah! Eli did mention they were looking for a girl who could strengthen DIO's Stand, so I guess he is why you're here!" Polnareff's smile returned to his face at the prospect of making a new friend who was in the same boat as them.

"Y'know, think back on it, I do vaguely remember my friend mentioning your mom, Joots." That damned nickname again. "Stand Sickness is what we call it now. That might be where I know DIO from." You shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "Anywho, now that that's settled, can we get out of the desert? I'm roasting to death."

"Oh! Of course! We have to get to the next town before nightfall anyways. To the car!" Mr. Joestar cheered.

You all piled into the three rowed vehicle. Jotaro and Polnareff sat in the way back, you and Kakyoin sat in the middle, with Mr. Joestar and Avdol occupying the front.

The road to the next town was filled with fill ins. They explained how they came together and how they defeated their foes that found them at every turn. You spoke of how the world has changed and advanced. You showed them your music and all the apps on your phone. You found that you were still connected to your home wifi at full strength, but you couldn't comment or post anything. All true contact to those in the future was cut off, but you could still consume media.

As the dust and corpse was left behind, you could feel the newly forged bonds between you and the men around you strengthen and grow, becoming more entangled and intertwined. And you felt happy about it.

#Future Vision #chapter 2 bitches!#its finally here #the exposition #my english teacher would be appalled #jojo kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #tenmei kakyoin

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moghedien · 4 years

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Could you recommend some adult sff? Love your blog btw!

Thank you!

And ok, I could give you better personalized recs if you give me some idea of what you’re looking for or what you like, but I’m gonna give you some general recommendations. Also I only really feel comfortable recommending books that I have personally read, and there are tons more out there than what I have read. If you want to find more, looking at recent Hugo nominations over the past few years might be helpful. Also one of the reasons why I know anything at all about the SFF world is that I’ve been listening to the Sword and Laser podcast for like, a decade. I never really mention that podcast, but its literally why I started reading at all and also they have a pretty active goodreads group as well.

So recommendations:

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie:

This is one of my favorite books period. This is a far future space opera about an artificial intelligence who used to be a spaceship and now is only one human body, and she is ANGRY ABOUT that. I don’t really want to say more than that, but if you like AI shenanigans and being sorta confused as to what is going on the entire time, then this is the book for you! It’s the first book in a completed trilogy.

The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan:

Obviously I’m gonna recommend the Wheel of Time. This is the first book in a 14 (actually 15) book series and if you need something to do with the next 1-5 years of your life *motions toward EoTW*.

So the Eye of the World, I think is uniquely good as a book if you kinda want to get into adult fantasy for a few reasons. For one thing, its kinda considered to be one of those “classics” of the genre but its not too old to be offputting to some readers. It’s a 30 year old book, so its not reflective of the genre now, but you can definitely see its influence all the place, even outside of just books. The Eye of the World specifically, also goes out of its way to make readers comfortable. It leans heavy on Tolkien references and tropes at first without being a straight up copy of Lord of the Rings like some classic fantasy books are. Its done very purposefully, in my opinion, to make the reader feel like they have some idea of what’s going on, and the series quickly drops the Tolkien references as soon as its established itself enough.

Also the Gandalf parallel for the series is a smol bi lady and there is 24 year old rage healer who wants to fight everyone with her own two fists.So many women to stan.

Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey

This is the first book of the Expanse, which is a nearish future space opera that takes place in our solar system. Mars has long ago been colonized and is a completely separate government entity than Earth, and conflict between the two planets has been stirring. The Asteroid Belt has also been colonized and have long been little more than tools of corporations that run their colonies. A group of ice haulers working in the outer planets get in the middle of one of the biggest secrets in the solar system and find themselves in all kinds of trouble.

I don’t really want to say more than this, but this is probably the only SF series that I actively keep up on when a new book comes out. There are 8 books our currently, and the 9th and final book will be out sometime in the near future. There are also several short stories and novellas set in the world, and there’s a TV show that I really like though I need to catch up on it.

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

Hello, this book comes with content warnings for literally everything, but it is such a good book/trilogy. This is book about a woman trying to find her daughter again in the middle of the apocalypse. Definitely a heavy read but absolutely brilliant. The world has a magic system based on geology and the people that can use that magic....saying they’re discriminated against is an understatement. I don’t want to say much more about it, but if you have any kind of content you can’t read for whatever reason, I’d check before picking this up. This is the first book in a completed trilogy

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

So this isn’t really super SF heavy and is actually sold as a literary book, but it takes place after a flu pandemic has wiped out a large portion of the population...so maybe this is a bad time to read this book, OR its the best time to read it. Depends on how you’re dealing with *motions at the world*

The book flashes back to before and during the pandemic a lot, but is largely about art’s importance and is actually quite optimistic in its messaging, and this is another of my favorite books ever. But yeah, might be a bad time for you to read it of you can’t deal with the content now.

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

I just remembered that this book also has a plague, but its a subplot and not the major thing. So this is a big ol’ chonky standalone book that is high fantasy, deals with multiple cultures having to interact and work together, and has dragons. Also there’s a genunine slow burn f/f romance and *chef’s kiss*. I can’t really say much else, mostly because I struggle to explain this book, but its very good and probably my favorite book from last year.

The Calculating Stars by Mary Robinette Kowal

In this house we stan Mary Robinette Kowal, ok?

So this is a science fiction that is more an alternate history that poses the question, hey, what would have happened if an asteroid slammed into the east coast in 1952 and the world had to scramble to colonize Mars so that everyone didn’t die on earth when the climate got catastrophic, because that’s the inciting action of the book. The main character is a Jewish woman who was a WASP pilot in WW2 and is a computer for the space program when all this happens. The book deals with sexism, and racism, and xenophobia, and all the social issues that are gonna come up with it being set in 1952, but Mary Robinette doesn’t flinch away from addressing social issues in any of her books, even when it makes her main characters look bad. (Also if you like Pride and Prejudice, she has a series that is just Pride and Prejudice with magic and like, yeah, its good).

A Natural History of Dragons by Marie Brennan

This is a book which poses a question, what if dragons were like weird animals that were real and an eccentric woman spent her entire life traveling the world to study them and then told the stories of that in her memoirs when she was too old to care about the consequences of publishing all her scandals. That’s what the book is about. This one is probably actually the weakest in the series, just because it deals with so much set up. It’s a great series to get on audio because Kate Reading is a fantastic narrator, and the prose works so well as audio, because it’s just someone telling you her life story. There are five books in the series.

All Systems Red by Martha Wells

So this is a novella and is the first in the murderbot series. Basically a killer robot gets addicted to television shows and accidentally became sentient. I haven’t read the others in the series, but I really need to reread this one and get to the others.

Jade City by Fonda Lee

This is a fantasy set in world sorta inspired by the early 1900s but is in a fantasy world. It’s like a mafia movie and kung fu movie had a baby and it was this book. The sequel is out currently, but the third book is set to release next year.

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

This is another heavy read. This is a SF story set on a generation ship that has a society very heavily inspired by the antebellum south. There’s class issues, race issues, gender issues, mental health issues. All kinds of things intersecting here. Its fantastic, but a heavy read.

Assassin’s Apprentice by Robin Hobb

This is another fantasy classic, and is the first of the Farseer Trilogy. The title is sort of also a description of the book, so like. I’m not sure what else I can say. I haven’t read further into the series, but people I trust love it, and honestly I need to reread this and read more of the books.

Doomsday Book by Connie Willis

So if you think that Station Eleven might be a bad book to read at the time, then this is THE WORST POSSIBLE BOOK TO READ RIGHT NOW. Or, maybe the best. Depends on how you cope. This is a book about time travelers based in Oxford and the main character accidentally gets stranded in the past right as the Black Plague is about to hit. And it hits. The book is horrific. The second book in the series is much funnier. This one ain’t funny, but is good. Just, oof.

Mistborn or Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson

So if you want to get into the Cosmere, which is a series of series that interconnect and will ruin your life, then then my personal opinion is to either start with Mistborn or Warbreaker. People might not agree with me, but that’s my personal opinion.

Warbreaker is currently a standalone (a sequel will come out eventually but its not set up for a sequel so you can 100% read it as a standalone). The magic in this world is based on colors, and the story revolves around two sisters. One of them is betrothed to the horrific God King of their neighboring kingdom. The other sister ends up being sent in her place because their dad hates her. I adore Warbreaker so much. It has it all. Two women discovering their true places on the prep/goth spectrum. Talking swords. Vivenna. Everything you can need right there.

Mistborn is a trilogy that is very emo and will ruin you. Its about people who swallow metal to get magic powers and live in world where the dark lord won already, so they’re all emo. And that was the worst description of Mistborn I ever could have written, but I find it too funny to change.

So if you’re interested in the Cosmere, but are afraid to commit long term, pick up Warbreaker. If you want to get into a series right away, pick up Mistborn.

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❉ 139 Dreams (Jaemin Na) Along the Way

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Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Mafia, Angst, Romance, Crossover ☁

Word Count: 2,583 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Jaemin ☁

World: Kpop, NCT & Anime, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ☁

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Jaemin sat at the kitchen table with his parents. A man sat on the other side of the table, casually drinking an espresso. He was wearing a black suit and a matching fedora. The air was thick and uncomfortable.

The front door creaked open, boots stomping on the wooden floor of the entryway. You stepped around the corner with a scowl on your face. “This better be important, Reborn. Today was supposed to be my day off.”

Reborn sipped his espresso. “I have a job for you.”

“Obviously,” you rolled your eyes, catching sight of the young boy. As one of Got7’s bodyguards, you had come across several other kpop groups in the past few years. One of the recent ones was NCT, the group that this boy belonged to. The question was, why was he sitting across from Reborn?

“You’re going to marry this boy,”

“…excuse me?”

“His parents took out a loan with some questionable people when he was injured. They were then referred to me for help. The deal is quite simple,” he smirked at you over his shoulder, black eyes shining with amusement. “Until their debt is repaid to me, their son will be married to you.”

Your eye twitched in annoyance, “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Jaemin, you really don’t have to do this…” his mother patted his arm with a sad look.

He smiled softly, resting his hand over hers. “It’s okay. You did everything you could for me when I was injured. This is the least I can do to repay you.”

Reborn’s smirk grew as he stood up, his fedora covering his eyes. “Now that that’s settled, go pack your bags. You’ll be living with Y/N from now on.”

You stood in the doorway awkwardly after Reborn left, receiving a glare from Jaemin’s father and a worried glance from his mother. ‘Don’t blame me, I’m just as much a victim here as your kid is,’

Clearing your throat, you pushed away from the door frame. “Come on,”

Jaemin hugged his parents before following you out to your car. “I have to get my things from the dorm.” He spoke softly, not sparing you a glance.

“Right,” you sighed, starting the car. ‘This is gonna be hell,’

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“You got married?!”

“I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Did hell freeze over?”

You scowled at the younger members of Got7, throwing a pillow at them. “It’s not by choice, idiots.”

“Couldn’t you just say no?” Jaebum questioned.

“I could, and then Reborn would make my life an even bigger hell than it already is.” You huffed, sliding down in the chair. “That bastard is a sadist through and through that gets off on pushing people to their absolute limit.”

“Until the debt is paid…” Jinyoung murmured thoughtfully. “How much do they owe?”

“100k, I think.”

“Daammmnn,” Jackson covered his mouth, eyes wide. “Do you know how many pairs of shoes I can buy with that kind of cash?”

“Or how much Dr Pepper…” You mumbled.

“It may take a few weeks, but with the high-paying clients you get, you could pay it off.”

“See, Reborn thought of that,” you met Jinyoung’s gaze. “The money has to come from Jaemin himself or his family. I’m not allowed to contribute to the pot because of how easily I can make money.”

“Is it really that bad being married, noona?” Bambam inquired curiously.

“Having someone you don’t know living in your space is pretty frustrating, yeah.”

“Why don’t you try to get to know him?” Youngjae suggested.

“No thanks,”

“Stop being anti-social, Y/N.” Jinyoung scolded. “You’re obviously going to be together for a while, the least you can do is try to make the best out of the situation. Think about how stressed he must be right now.”

Your nose wrinkled at the thought. All these years, you only had to look out for number one, but now you had another human being in your life that you had to think about, keep safe, and consider their feelings. You were not happy.

“I’d like to start a pot about how long it’ll take before Y/N cracks and kills someone.” Jackson flipped his hat upside down, holding it out to the other members.

“Five days,” Bambam wagered.

“A week,” Youngjae grinned.

“I think she can last a month,” Yugyeom commented.

“Thanks for the confidence, assholes.”

“Twenty bucks says Y/N ends up in love with him.”

“Really, Mark.”

He shrugged in response, sending you a grin.

“I hate you guys.”

Jinyoung chuckled, “We love you too.”

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“I’m home,” you muttered, kicking off your boots by the front door. It was late, nearing one in the morning, so you didn’t figure Jaemin would be awake.

The apartment was dark and silent, just the way you liked it.

You stretched your arms above your head, feeling your shoulder pop. You grunted in pain, cursing the bastard that had kicked you into a filing cabinet. Who came up with the bright idea to give those things such sharp edges? If they were still alive, you’d kill em.

You plopped onto the couch, stretching out across it. The apartment only had one bedroom, and since you were away most nights anyway, you let Jaemin sleep there. When you were home, you had the luxury of sleeping on the couch. At least it was mildly comfortable.

You were almost asleep when you heard the bedroom door creak open, setting your body on alert. After spending most of your life in the mafia, your body had learned to be hyper-aware of your surroundings at all times, even in a state of half unconsciousness.

“You’re home late,” Jaemin’s voice cut through the darkness, gruff from sleep.

“Job ran late,” you muttered, not bothering to open your eyes. You could hear him shift, but he remained silent. With a sigh, you opened your eyes. The balcony doors behind you were made of straight glass and were not covered, allowing moonlight to shine on him. “What is it?”

He remained silent for a moment more before finally speaking. “Dream is doing a photoshoot tomorrow, but Haechan hyung and Mark hyung will be doing an interview with 127… can you come?”

You raised a brow, noticing the way he held himself uncomfortably. There was something he wasn’t telling you. “You do realize all hell is gonna break loose if an SM employee sees me, right?”

“Right…” he took a deep breath, looking away.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows with a smirk. “Sounds like fun. You don’t mind if I bring a friend, yeah?”

His body language changed to a more comfortable stance as he quickly shook his head. “I don’t mind,”

With a chuckle, you fell back onto the couch, folding your hands behind your head. “Get some sleep, it’s gonna be a wild ride tomorrow.”

The words should have worried him, but they brought him comfort as he returned to the bedroom. Crawling under the sheets, he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his face.

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To say Jaemin was nervous was a vast understatement. As the Dreamies entered the photographer’s studio, his nervousness grew, eyes darting around. You had told him that you would be there, but that morning you had gotten an emergency call for a job. He was beginning to think that you weren’t going to show, and that didn’t bode well for him.

“Hello, boys.” The photographer purred, her small eyes sweeping up and down their bodies.

Feeling her eyeing him like a piece of meat made him shiver in disgust, but she smiled at this. How did the other boys not realize how inappropriate she was being? He glanced at the others, but they were chatting animatedly amongst each other, all of them smiling and relaxed.

“Come along, boys. We’ll do the group shots first!” She clapped her hands as she turned, the boys following her like little ducklings.

Like the professional he is, Jaemin bit his tongue and gritted his teeth, putting on his best smile as he followed her instructions. After the group photos were complete, she moved onto individual photos. Oh, how he wished she would do his first so he could get it over with, but he knew better. His would be done last so she could take her time with him.

“Jaemin~ it’s your turn,” She smirked, her eyes glinting.

He suppressed a shiver as he moved to stand in front of the camera. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and it felt as if his heart had stopped. Their manager was following the other boys out of the room. It had been a long afternoon and none of them had eaten anything, so they thought it would be a good idea to go down the hall to the vending machines, per her suggestion. That left Jaemin alone with her, aside from a couple others who were too preoccupied with their own work to notice anything amiss.

Jaemin swallowed when she stepped closer. “The fear in your eyes is so… lovely~ So raw, so pure!”

He took a step back, falling onto the wooden bench behind him. What was he meant to do? What were the chances that his manager would believe him over her? She was one of the best photographers in the business, having worked with thousands of idols, models and various of the world’s most powerful companies. Her word meant more, and he would be forced to apologize for lying and attempting to smear her reputation.

“Oi, aren’t you a bit too close to be taking a picture?”

Both of their heads snapped to the side at the voice. You were dressed in a suit and fedora, your go-to outfit whenever you had to go undercover for a job. That isn’t what startled Jaemin, though. No, it was the look of pure rage burning within the depths of your eyes. He was sure if Jackson hadn’t been there to hold you back, you would have attacked her.

“Who are you?” She snapped, eyes narrowing at you. “We’re in the middle of a shoot, which you are disturbing. Leave now or I will call security.”

“Shove it up your ass, hag.” You spat, pulling your arm from Jackson’s grip so hard that he nearly lost his balance. Your eyes never left her as you approached Jaemin, roughly pulling him to his feet.

The woman recovered from her shock after a moment. “How dare you – Do you have any idea who I am?!”

Jackson scoffed. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, lady. Just let it go before Y/N kills you.” He nodded his head towards you and the woman’s eyes followed, widening. Your hand was on your hip, barely pulling a thick blade from its sheath under your shirt.

“Y-You’re crazy… You w-wouldn’t -”

“Try Me,” your tone sent a shiver down her spine, the murderous look in your eyes sending her stepping backward. Satisfied at her fear, you put your arm around Jaemin before pushing him out of the room. He walked between the two of you in silence as you exited the building.

“What about -”

“I took care of you,” you cut him off, not sparing him a glance as you approached your car.

Jaemin knew you were steaming, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. It wasn’t his fault that she acted that way towards him, but maybe he should have been honest about why he wanted you there to begin with.

Jackson bumped his shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry too much, it takes little to piss Y/N off.”

“Jackson,”

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“You can walk home.”

“Oh, come on, it’s like fifty blocks away and it’s freezing!”

“Then I suggest you start running,” you sent him a sharp look. “Get in the car, Jaemin.”

He didn’t hesitate, sliding into the passenger seat. He sent his hyung a sorry look through the window, but he just grinned in response.

The drive back to the apartment was silent and tense. He tried to stay as still as possible, worried that the smallest of movements would interrupt the silence and bring your anger to an explosive point. Your hand was gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. Your face bore no expression, but you couldn’t hide the fire lighting up your eyes. You just wanted to punch something, and it didn’t help that you kept seeing that woman’s face in your mind. Jackson shouldn’t have held you back. Then again, you really didn’t want to commit murder in front of Jaemin, he didn’t deserve to see something so grisly.

You stepped inside the apartment, throwing your keys onto the small table near the door. Your suit jacket and boots soon followed. The tension was driving him nuts.

“Where the hell are you going?”

He paused, not turning to face you. “I was going to take a shower.”

“A shower,” you muttered under your breath in disbelief. “You had no intention of telling me, did you?”

He grabbed his elbow, still refusing to turn around. “No, I didn’t.”

“I should beat your ass, you know that?” You started to pace, needing to move in order to release the energy building within. “How long?”

“Since debut…”

“Debut – are you kidding me right now?” He winced at your loud voice. “I thought you were smarter than that, Na Jaemin!”

Jaemin finally turned, eyes showing his displeasure. “What I did was the smart thing. No one would have believed me if I told them.”

“I would have!” You sighed in frustration, resting your head against the back of the couch. “I care about you, dumbass.”

He felt his heart pick up speed at the words. It felt taboo like he wasn’t meant to hear that part and despite himself, he had to question it. “Since when?”

You lifted your head to scowl at him. The anger was mostly gone, replaced by a mild annoyance and exhaustion. “I don’t know. Somewhere along the way, I started to… to care.” Your nose wrinkled at the thought. “Jackson said you were a witch jokingly, but I’m starting to believe it.”

“I’m not a witch,”

“Really? That is what you have to say? Motherfu – I need a drink.”

As you passed by him, he reached out, his slim fingers wrapping around your wrist. For a solid minute, you just stared at each other, no sound other than each other’s breathing and the air conditioner whirring in the background.

“I think… I care about you, too.”

“I’d ask you out on a date, but I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to come before marriage.”

Jaemin smiled, lightly smacking your shoulder. “Idiot, married couples go on dates, too.”

“How should I know? I don’t date.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer. “You know, you’re pretty lucky.”

“And why is that?”

“If anyone else hit me like that, I’d kill them.”

“And me?”

You hummed, leaning closer until your lips ghosted over his. You could feel the warmth radiating off his cheeks and you smirked. “You can sleep on the couch tonight.”

Jaemin blinked at you dumbly as you walked away, his heart racing in his chest.

You peeked your head around the corner, grinning. “What, did you want me to kiss you?”

“Shut up!” He cried, grabbing a small pillow from the couch and throwing it at you. Despite the embarrassment flooding his system, he couldn’t help but smile.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

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worldcakecakecake · 5 years

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On Deutschland and Italia by Lovino Valenti

Lovino writes a series of blog entries on the relationship between Germany and Italy as he deals with a move to Hamburg, his brother’s wedding, and his budding romance (which he denies) to the infuriating Gilbert Beilschmidt.

Hahaha…hahahaha…hahaha…as you can probably tell, I have absolutely no control. Here, have yet ANOTHER new story that I have had here in the works for a while too. Another new pairing, prumano, which I admit is another of my favorites in the fandom and this is my diving into it as well.

This is done as a gift to a dear friend, Nikki, one of their accounts here at tumblr being @ask-the-icelandic-little. She has helped me several time with the stories, especially with the German in them and even helped me to write a letter so I could get my year visa here in Germany. She has been a great follower and friend and thus I honor her with this story. It is set in Hamburg as it her home and the place we managed to meet and spend some wonderful time together.

I hope this story is a well enough gift and hope other readers enjoy it as well.

Fair warning: Lovino is incredibly biased in writing these articles and can write very negatively about Germany. Things can even come as negative even for Italy and I apologize incredibly if you are deeply offended or you do not agree with the mention. I do admit that Lovino is MEANT to be this biased about Germany and I’m just exploring his thought process during the situation. But, I am extremely willing to hear better accuracies and how I can improve Lovino’s blogs. So please have no fear in messaging.

When it comes to updating, same as some of the last stories I’ve posted.

Chapter 1

On Deutschland and Italia.

Germania and the Roman Empire.

Aldrich Beilschmidt and Augusto Valenti.

The Roman Empire shared a northern border with Germania. Both groups trained and lived to fight, one making wars and pillaging enough to be considered one of the strongest empires in our history, the other the very one that brought this power its end. But before that, the Romans and Germanics lived in relative peace. Although the Romans kept trying to push into their land, Germanics themselves kept seeking entrance into the empire, wanting to live as Romans did, joining their armies, even seeking marriage. At first, the Romans denied many of these chances and it took many years of fighting and other casualties for the Romans to start giving them these permissions. Germanics talked often of the Romans, wanting to be like them, getting their items that they used for their own. And it was shared, for Romans were just as wondered by their brightness of their hair, eyes and skin, their own forms of battle, even their culture, which was extensively written about and it’s the reason we have information of the Germanics in the first place. The downside is that it’s all written by Romans.

These Germanics settled well in the territory, some even reaching high positions to lead even their own groups. Sadly, it was throughout this that they managed to get enough men to sack Rome, a dwindling of the empire beginning since then.

Aldrich Beilschmidt, esteemed for owning the famous ‘Beilschmidt Services’, the high demanded mechanic shop with the best state of the art technology that can get your car fixed like new. Augusto Valenti, founder of the restaurants ‘Antico’, the most acclaimed Italian restaurant in all of Hamburg, perhaps even Germany and I’m not writing that simply because he’s my grandfather.

These two figures hold a friendship that many have watched for years. They went to school together, traveled across Europe and even Africa and Asia together, they were the best man for each other’s wedding and each is a godfather to one of their children.

Who better to begin on this special series of articles about the relationship between Germany and Italy than two men of experience and stories that can well represent this great empire and these proud tribes.

They met in 1949, through a still reconstructing Europe after the second world war, in Denmark, where they were both attending a specialized boarding school. They formed a peculiar friendship, a shield to all the insults of ‘Nazi scum’ or ‘Mussolini mafia’ that they were shot at everybody, bonding over honey buns and which kid was bullying them more.

As the years passed, they managed rooming together, even took respecting trips to Germany and Italy to know their countries and even their families. Each adopted the other, both growing a relationship that was more like brothers each day.

On 1962, Aldrich wedded Louis Oelberg and Augusto, Helena Stefanidis, only by a mere month apart. Although Augusto and Helena only had a single daughter, my mother, Renata Valenti, Aldrich and Louis had three. The two elder boys, Marcellus and Karl Beilschmidt, and their youngest daughter, Monika Beilschmidt, who was born around the same time as Renata. Aldrich became Renata’s godfather, as Augusto to Monika, these two little girls continuing well that friendship, uniting the families through feasts, dinners, chats over the phone, their balconies, their front doors, through every step of their children’s growth, through the death of Helena, for when Marcellus left to Austria and Karl to Switzerland following love, trips, graduations, weddings and any other new births. It was following this friendship that Augusto established himself for some years here in Hamburg, Aldrich offering help to get Augusto opening that restaurant he often spoke and even dreamt of having outside of Italy. It is the reason why I came here when I was three and lived for about two years, before homesickness attacked well my family and we were once again brought back to Italy for many years before…once again, Hamburg, Germany, called us back…because there’s nothing in the world that can stop my grandfather’s ultimate epic romance with Aldrich Beilschmidt.

Now you must be wondering if I, Augusto Valenti’s eldest grandson, heir to the family’s power, has continued well this long family friendship to the great Beilschmidts. I’m sorry, but this is one of the many things I disappoint my family in.

To be honest, I can’t stand any of them, but if there’s one that takes the throne of holding my ultimate hatred, it’s Gilbert Beilschmidt.

There was Monika Beilschmidt and Renata Valenti, exchanging gossip, snacks and any new events happening in the city. Their two youngest sons, Ludwig Beilschmidt and Feliciano Valenti, both two years old, played in a sand box, trying to build castles or pretend foods with their toy molds, a corner just for them which both the mothers could watch them from. Lovino Valenti, Renata’s eldest, chose to sit by his mother, bored, pouting, hands wrapped on his chest angry and even vengeful. The four-year-old kept his heavy stare on the monkey bars, on the big slides and high levels to climb on, with countless games or fake horses to ride, and yet he was not part of it, as any boy his age should.

“Lovino, carino, go on, play,” Renata had tried to usher him, but Lovino would just pout more, wrapping his arms more strongly around him, as if trying to chain himself to the bench.

“Gilbert is out there. I’m sure he’d love for you to play with him.” It was just at the mention that a loud laugh echoed across the playground, said albino boy having found a way to climb the biggest pole, hanging himself from it and waving around a large toy sword, seeming to claim the entire area as his own.

Monika groaned and hid her face in shame in her hands while Renata giggled.

Lovino didn’t want to mention that he was the real reason he refused to stand up, so he just remained as silent as he had arrived to the park.

“Or you can play with Antonio and Francis,” Renata continued to suggest.

Both these boys kept a further slide and small climbing rock to themselves, taking rounds and finishing by picking some of their dolls and action figures they brought to play, all laid across the sand just for them.

Lovino sighed, guessing they will do, finally standing and making his reach. He kept out of eye sight from the raging albino, hiding well until he reached Antonio and Francis’s playing domain.

“Hi,” he shyly introduced himself.

Antonio perked and gave a large smile, running over and even embracing Lovino tightly, something the other was already used to, so he didn’t bother in pushing him off as he usually did, especially when he was trying to avoid getting a lot of attention…thus getting Gilbert’s attention.

“Hi, Lovino! Are you okay? You look kind of scared,” the young Spanish boy worried.

“Can I…can I play with you and Francis?” He asked yet with that very fear.

“Of course, you can! Right now we’re trying to solve a murder mystery! Someone killed Dusky the mime and we think it was Dawny the clown!”

And Lovino joined, partaking in all the action they imagined, using well the slide, the rock climbing, the toys, creating an array that had even others joining. Many began to notice, adults thinking it sweet, other children wanting to partake, even those that played along with Gilbert.

“So, it was Ernest the bat this entire time,” Elizabeta wondered as she saw from one of the top levels of the jungle gym.

“They shouldn’t have interrogated Spotti like they did,” Sadiq added.

“What are you guys staring at anyways?” Gilbert finally dropped from the ceiling, getting between them and wanting a better watch. “What are they doing?” He demanded to know.

“Solving a murder.”

“They just finished interrogating Ernest the bat and they’re going to arrest him.” Sadiq pointed to Lovino, who for now, did the guard that was taking the bat plush away, meant to be hidden under the slide as the pretend prison.

“Oh look, Lovino is playing,” Gilbert grinned evilly.

“Leave him alone, Gilbert,” Elizabeta warned, but Gilbert scoffed.

“I think someone should break in and free Ernest,” he decided, jumping over the rails, sliding down a pole, reaching the ground and running off to the scene.

Lovino had just placed the plush, pretending to close an imaginary cell. “And you’re staying there forever!” He declared, thinking he could turn to deal with the injuries Justin the bear had suffered in the heist. He was completely unprepared for when a new presence slid well under the slide, arising dust into the air, making Lovino cough and wave his hands trying to get clearance. When it all settled, Ernest was not in his prison anymore, instead, in the high arms of Gilbert Beilschmidt at the other side of the slide.

“It is not over! Ernest is free again! And he will not rest until he has his vengeance,” Gilbert shouted.

“No! He has to stay in there!” Lovino went to get it back, but Gilbert was taller and could keep the plush high in the air, not a reach for Lovino no matter how hard he jumped.

“Give it back! Give it back!”

“No, I want to keep him!” Gilbert even went and embraced the plush.

“He’s not yours!”

“Not yours either!”

“You weren’t even supposed to play!”

“I can if I want to! You can’t boss me around!” They kept turning and jumping across the area, Gilbert even beginning to laugh loudly at Lovino’s continued attempts that were foolish now.

“Why can’t you ever leave me alone?!” Lovino was getting furious, his grasps now more harsh, dangerous, his nails seeming to grow into claws now.

“Cause, it’s fun! You always get so funny when you get like this!” And there was that laugh, evil and haunting in Lovino’s mind, annoying, and there was nothing more that he wanted than for it to stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

One of those grasps became a push. It wasn’t hard, it was only a little touch to Gilbert’s stature, but it created an instant halting, Gilbert staring at the area he pushed for some sort of marking. There was nothing, but to Gilbert, the fact that Lovino dared touch him, was mark and insult enough. The glare he grew was predatory-like, his grip on Ernest the Bat harsh, Antonio and Francis fearing he would break it from where they stood staring.

“You’re not…supposed…to touch me!” He shouted, throwing Ernest to the sand.

“Then just leave me alone!” Lovino dared come forward with another push, but that very extend of his arms, Gilbert used them to throw him to the ground, beside the plush. The other kids scurried back in fear.

Before Lovino was given a chance to stand, Gilbert was on him, kicking, punching, scratching and Lovino answered the same way. Children called, the scene one that began to take attention, Monika and Renata noticing, having to jump instantly to stop both their sons’ fighting. By the time both the mothers had departed them, both the boys were already covered in new cuts and bruises, Lovino sending a kick for another, Gilbert his own, both trying to break from their mothers’ hold to continue.

“Gilbert! Gilbert! Stop! That is enough!” Monika shouted commandingly, having to embrace his whole body to get him to still any angered movement.

“Lovino! Lovino! Calm down! Calm down! Stop this!” Renata in turn had to pick him up, hold him to his shoulder, rub his back, a lulling that always made its effect.

They were causing a large stare, one that the mothers were beginning to find intrusive, and so both, with shared glances of apology, decided that it was best to leave and talk about this with their sons back in their own homes. As to not have anymore interactions, they quickly picked their things, having to pull apart Ludwig and Feliciano and leave hurriedly. Both the toddlers complained and cried, making it more difficult with their elders glaring and pouting as they made their way to their respective cars.

Renata lived with her father, husband and two sons in the apartments above the restaurant, a pretty active street in the city almost as lively as it had been in Rome. Renata greeted the waiters and workers she knew worked this shift before taking the brightly red painted door that led upwards, the three meeting the delightful scent of freshly made lunch that even coated the stairs. Renata placed Feliciano on the ground, the little boy confidently, although with some difficulty, making the rest of his climb up.

“Pasta! Pasta! Pasta!” He shouted as he ran towards the kitchen, crushing into the hold of his grandfather, who smiled, taking him up in his arms to kiss and blow raspberries on his stomach.

“Yes! I have made lots of pasta for you and your brother to stuff yourselves!”

Feliciano celebrated and Augusto laughed, expecting the same smile and eagerness from his older grandson, but he entered the room maddened, looking away from even all the tomatoes he had placed on the table.

“And what’s with that face, piccolo pomodoro?” Augusto neared, wanting his embraces and kisses now, but Lovino huffed and moved back.

“I hate Gilbert!” He proclaimed loudly.

Augusto sighed, gazing over to Renata to hear a better explanation.

“The usual,” she rolled her eyes.

“What did he do this time?” Augusto picked up Lovino to sit on the counter, so he could tell his story at eye level.

“I was playing with Antonio and Francis, we were solving this murder and had finally caught the culprit! We send him to prison, but Gilbert wanted to get him out! I told him he wasn’t supposed to, that he wasn’t even supposed to play and that he had to leave me alone. He pushed me and then we started fighting. Look what he did!” He raised the sleeve of his jacket to reveal his new bruises, which made Augusto lament, getting some ointments and napkins to help cure the area.

“Well…at least I know you’re perfectly capable of protecting yourself,” Augusto sighed, even if it meant that he was fighting with one of his best friend’s grandson.

“I gave it to him good, Nonno! He’ll have marks for days!” He exalted.

“It’s not something to be proud of, Lovino. I would much prefer if you two actually…sat down and played nicely. Is it too much to ask?”

“Yes it is! All Gilbert does is make fun of me and call me mean things,” Lovino pouted.

“You’re right, but then you continue in his game and it just gets worst. How about next time, you compliment him or suggest something you can both do together,” he tried to create peace.

“No!” Lovino decided, sure.

“Come on…” Augusto wanted to convince him.

“No! No! No! No! No!” Lovino shook his head fiercely, turning so harshly he began leaning to the side, almost falling from the top of the counter if Augusto haven’t gotten him right.

“If you’re not going to, at least try to behave more whenever were with the Beilschmidts.”

“I don’t like any of them, Nonno, not even Ludwig!”

“He’s only two years old!”

“Still don’t like him!”

“But were all such good friends with them. We can’t just stop seeing them because you don’t like them.”

“I would make me really happy if you did…” he saddened, looking down.

“Lovino, mio caro.” Augusto took his chin, raising his hazel eyes back to his bright brown ones. “You don’t have to like them if you don’t want to, but you have to understand what they mean to us. When you’re older, and you’re no longer living in this household, you can do whatever you want and not see any of their faces again.” Lovino glowed at such wonderful days far in the future. “But for now, bare what you can, and try not to start a fight with Gilbert every time you’re in the same room.”

And Lovino remained silent, adverting his eyes in a way that made Augusto know that no such things was happening any time soon. He sighed, he would just have to repeat this speech on and on until he could finally understand.

“Go wash up and then we can have lunch, all right?”

“Mhm!” His smile and energy was true as he got down from the counter and headed quickly.

Augusto sighed and wondered on about what he could do.

On Deutschland and Italia.

Union and Betrayals.

Leaving Hamburg.

Yes, Germany and Italy have a vast history together that could might as well start with Ancient Rome and the Germanic tribes. Something that constantly repeats between these two countries is incredible moments of union…and then those of ultimate betrayal. Sure, both were in the ‘I hate Austria’ club and parts of Italy were part of the once Holy Roman Empire and the German confederation, but we can’t forget that in both world wars, they would begin allied…only to end betraying each other in massacres. Despite this, they formed an alliance during the cold war and now they are both leading members of the European Union.

Such a thing to ruin the relationship with the Beilschmidts and the Valenti has not happened, but the closest that came to it was when we had to leave Hamburg about twenty years ago.

Such departure was celebrated, in a fine dinner that both Gilbert Beilchmidt and Lovino Valenti were forced to wear tight suits, fitted for their small figures. They both spent much of the celebration trying to remove what they could…only to have their mothers tighten or put back whatever they left in the tables or chairs. With whatever fun they tried to find, they still ended spending much of the celebration just sitting in different tables, pouting and talking about how they wanted to leave.

In the three years Lovino had lived in Hamburg, Aldrich and Augusto had constantly repeated the advice to both their grandsons, yet neither had done fair to their words. Their fights, problems and hatred only increased in number, in fact, they only glared at each other whenever they had to meet during the feast. At one point it seemed like a competition, since they would sit for minutes just sending hatred with their eyes. Aldrich and Augusto couldn’t keep their arms off from each other, Monika and Renata couldn’t stop talking, and Ludwig and Feliciano wouldn’t stop crying. Gilbert and Lovino wanted to get away from each other.

Finally, at deep late hours, Renata had come to place her hands gently on Lovino’s shoulders, after having them clean the tears that fell down her cheeks. “Ready to go?”

For once in the entire dinner, did Lovino actually smile, sure that that glare would be the last he would give to Gilbert Beilschmidt, as well as the last time he would see his annoying white hair, viola eyes and ultimate paleness.

On Deutschland and Italia.

The Eurozone Crisis.

Returning to Hamburg.

Germans like to believe that they are the knights in shining armor coming to save a damsel in distress Italy from some far-off tower in our current crisis. If you dare tell me that, you’re earning yourself an easy punch in the face or an ultimate cursing that will be felt across your entire lineage.

This is incredibly untrue, in fact, Italy has been helping countries like Greece, Spain and Ireland more so than Germany has done. I believe the Germans made all this ploy to get cheaper shopping sprees and take our companies for themselves.

Let me make this clear, I hate Germany, and I could easily make an entire new blog dedicated to my desire to burn the place to the ground. Then why return? Why after twenty years did I decide to return to the city that all I can remember about is nightmares, cold, bad food and an annoying albino making it worst. Easy, because Germany could give me an opportunity that Italy tragically could not. My story is not the first to happen to an Italian, it is a constantly repeated tale that you can find in any other Italian blog, or you can hear any young Italian say.

Germany is not only taking our goods and money. They’re also taking Italy’s brightest minds. Why does this happen? Easy…because Italy is falling apart and we are left with no other choice than to leave for England, or the U.S., or of course, Germany.

Italy owes more than two trillion euros and whenever we think we have that money, it just suddenly disappears (corruption, obviously).

So I’m left with no other choice than to come back and accept this barbarian country as my new home.

I’m twenty-five, independent even when living above my grandfather’s restaurant with the rest of my family in the same building, my own job, my own car, my own wishes, plans…which means I at least don’t have to face those disgusting Beilschmidts again.

He kicked the door open, finally bringing in the last box, dropping it to the floor and then pushing it to join the others. He groaned knowing he had to unbox and organize. He had just arrived and was in no mood to deal with anything else, wondering if he should just take a nap. When he heard the exciting and rushing steps coming up the staircase, he knew that chance for rest was not going to occur at all.

“You are finally here!” His grandfather just crashed into the apartment, hands all over the place, his body seeming to bring an entire parade with him.

Lovino rolled his eyes but readied his opened hands to take and accept the hug Augusto always greeted him with. He was spun, with a couple of bones cracked before he was placed back on the ground.

“So, have you started?” Augusto was too wondered as he gazed about the apartment, empty but for a couple of appliances.

“No, and I don’t think I want to today.” The only thing Lovino settled on taking out was a bean chair, throwing it in what would be the center of the living room, then falling upon it, closing his eyes and settling himself already for a nap.

“Don’t be such a lazy ass!” Augusto scolded and clapped his hands to keep him awake. “Come on, I’ll help you! Where do we start?” He went ahead and opened the nearest stacked box, a fragile one with a lot of flower decorated plates Lovino had gotten in Sicily.

How his almost eighty-year-old grandfather could so readily take a pile and place them already in their cabinet with energy to continue was beyond him, he was still not moving from his spot. He took out a pair of sunglasses and decided he would settle no matter what his grandfather would do. Augusto was not accepting it though, and as he turned around to get to the other boxes, he kicked the bean bag until Lovino was tumbling over to the ground.

“What the hell?!” Lovino shouted in his usual angry fires.

“Come on! Let’s get to it! The sooner you have everything, the sooner you can get to taking all the siestas you want.” Augusto had learned to be unfazed by it all.

Pouting, Lovino stood, angrily kicking the bean bag himself, throwing the sunglasses and opening harshly a box of decorated cups.

“You know, when Feliciano had first moved here, he couldn’t keep still. He had his whole apartment ready that weekend to accept guests,” Augusto recalled as he found some vases that could be used at the counter to decorate.

“Nonno, it was extremely obvious he did it to impress Ludwig and to end up getting fucked that night.”

“Your younger brother is an angel who will not do such things. He told me he was going to wait till marriage and I’m sure of his word.”

Lovino rolled his eyes and didn’t bother continuing forward. “Whatever. Feliciano was excited to come here, I’m not.”

“Yet you’re here.”

“Because I had no other choice. If it was up to me, I would still be in Naples right now.” There was such sadness in his voice as he picked some books to place on a nice shelf in the living room.

“And I’m sure that there will be many other chances for you to return. Hamburg has a lot to offer you as a beautiful young Italian man.”

To be honest, Lovino loved it when his grandfather complimented like he did, as if he was presenting him to an important crowd. For a moment he could forget about that weigh of stress, happily moving about boxes now, trying to get more kitchen related items.

“After you have everything you need from here, something bright will await you once again in Naples,” Augusto was sure as he placed jars now.

“I want to be back by the end of the year,” Lovino had promised himself.

“And you will, but for now, try to be happy here. All will work well, you’ll see.”

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Who is your favorite person to have sex with?

“Hm. haven’t had much time for sex lately. since you said had, of course,” he responds perplexedly, not sure why anyone would show any interest in his sex life. “But perhaps, if you’d asked me who was my favorite person to have sex with, I might’ve told you—

I don’t have a favorite person. But there is are select people who I enjoyed having sex with; each coming with their own reasons—”

CORDELIA was representative of his youth— before it’d been forcefully torn from him. He had basked in her newness, the enticingness of what was forbidden to them, the fates granting them their last opportunity to be holy. The last chance at seeking pleasure in their own innocence. One of the last moments in times before they fully grasped what consequences would likely come from such traitorous actions. Before they were thrust headfirst into a sea of corruption. Catherine had been everything he wanted, and nothing he needed. In a perfect universe, they might have been able to make something more of themselves, been more than a series of treasonous exchanges. When he was with her, he forsook everything he was taught and became everything he ever wanted— a wordsmith, spelling out his love for her with his tongue, teeth, hands— leaving not a part of her untouched. And yes, he had loved her. Roman had almost been in love with her— had their love not been ripped from him so prematurely.

EDMUND had been no more than a ghost of his tumultuous youth. He would be one of the first people Roman would encounter during his sexual awakening. He’d been freshly heartbroken and completely convinced that his namesake would prevent him from ever having a proper relationship. Dating within the mafia was difficult, and dating someone outside would be unfair. He simply could not subject someone he loved to those conditions. He’d spotted Easton across the bar one night. There’d been something so tempting about him. There was evidently something eating away with him, and Roman would learn later that night that it had been rage. So beautiful and so full of rage. He had enjoyed every minute of it. It had been drunk, hurried, and sloppy— neither had felt obligated to keep up a facade for the other party. Something unspoken occurred between them, Roman could sense it in the harshness and tenseness of his movements. They’d been on the recieving end of the other’s projected feelings and not the cause. He wouldn’t see Easton again until it was on the frontline of the Capulet ranks, and Roman couldn’t help but think that a pretty mouth was going to waste, as well as his impassioned, uncontrollable rage. He would either carry the Capulets to victory, or destroy them from within— and Roman was counting on the latter.

QUEEN MAB challenged him to reliquinsh control. Roman understood the terms of their relationship perfectly: Mona had selected him to be one of her playthings, and with him, she was able to do as she pleased. He knew that duration of their relationship would all depend on her. It was exciting, constantly being left in limbo, not knowing the exact moment she would tire of him. These had been the terms, and Roman has been enjoying them to the fullest. He’d never been with anyone quite like Mona— someone who knew exactly what they wanted, and when. There was no room left for speculation, as everything was unequivecol when it came to Mona. It was a much needed shift from the encounters he’d been used to. Roman was always grateful for the people who introduced him to something he didn’t already know, and needless to say, he’d been hooked. Roman had made it easy for Mona, he’d walked blindly into her bed without a single reservation, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been in over his head. He was ensnared in her web, but Roman knew to tread lightly— pissing off the queen of the shadows was the last thing he wanted to do right now.

PERDITA had been his escape from his own identity. With her, it was never about the war, and he was free of all attachments that came with his namesake. There was no Cosimo and Damiano, no Montagues and Capulets, simply Roman and Paola. Their affair had been brief, as Roman had only been visiting for a few days, but within that short period of time, Roman committed Paola to memory. From the way her hair fell across her face, to how she paced her words when she spoke, to each individual way she was capable of shouting his name. A weekend with Paola would not be enough. A week wouldn’t suffice either. A month was no better, nor was a year, as no amount of time with Paola would satisfy him. He would always be left with the fact that their relationship could never be permanent, knowing that at any waking moment, someone would arrive to drag him back to Verona. A life of secrecy with her would have been her only option, as he decided from the moment he laid eyes on her, that he wouldn’t involve her in the war. But seeing her now— Roman can’t help but think that he should’ve told her the truth.

ROSALINE blighted his heart. To be so blantantly destructive with the heart of another, without a single qualm, was an act Roman had not yet been capable of understanding. Rafaella was his first love, or what he believed love was at the time. He proclaimed this love for Rafaella almost immediately, intent on recreating everything he’d learned from the romance poems and stories he’d grown to adore. Everything was calculated; he would’ve given anything to have ensured Rafaella was happy with him. But his shortsightedness caused him to miss out on was the fact that he’d fallen directly into her grasp. He’d made it entirely to easy for her, letting her funnel streams of information out of him and into the Capulet ranks. Even to this day, he is still attempting to sort out his feelings regarding the situation. But when the thought of Rafaella isn’t leaving a vile taste in his mouth, he’s reminded of the blissful ignorance that came with being her; engulfed in his own youthful naivity— believing wholeheartedly that love would always be enough. The delicateness and the softness, him always being fearful that if he held her too hard that he’d crush her, back when he believed the woman could do no wrong. How absolutely wrong he’d been, and at the expense of his own heart.

“—but alas, you did not, and here we are.” He smiled cheekily.

@catherinedaly @eastoncraven @chenmona @paoladamasco @rafaellacapulet

#( ask roman. )#i really did not need to tag everyone in this asdlfasdlfk but too late #( catherine. )#( easton. )#( mona. )#( paola. )#( rafaella. )

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Of Hate and Love - Prologue

pairing: OT7 (all BTS members) x reader

genre: smut, angst, romance

warnings: smut, mentioned rape, violence, gore, blood, kidnapping, character death, drug use, weapons

word count: 1,400 words

description: In case for you to be finally free from the chains of your uncle's mafia, you need to spy on one of the youngest but already most successful mafia in Korea - Bangtan. But for some reason your heart doesn't want to betray the boys. You want to be with them, but for them you are probably just a sexual object they can have whenever they want to.So what will you decide? Do you want freedom or want your heart at peace?

chapters: {Prologue} {1} {2} {3} {4] {5}

Since your father - the mafia boss of Sanyangkkun - died, nothing has been the way it was before.

You can't say that the organization you worked for since you were 14 was good, but under your father's reign, it was.. well, more peaceful. Now that your uncle leads the empire, everything has gotten out of hand. People get killed for no reason. Last week you had to witness how a prostitute was tortured by your uncle, just because she couldn't fulfill his dirty and disgusting desires. You wanted to stop him, but couldn't. You were too scared to get yourself in danger. Too scared of him and his brutal nature.

When others were around, your uncle spoke to you as if you were his own daughter. He gave the perfect impression of a loving uncle whose brother died only a year ago. He would remind you many times that you looked exactly like your mother and that you got your strength from your father. But when it was just the two of you, he showed you his true self.

You always tried to hide from him, but somehow he always found you.

Last month, his men stormed inside your room and told you that you were needed in the basement. When they pushed you into a dark room and locked the steel door, you knew that you were in much more danger than you thought.

You tripped over something and landed on the floor which was cold as ice. The fall caused your legs as well as your palms to bleed and you hissed in pain.

Suddenly the lights went on and a few feet in front of you stood nobody else than your uncle.

"Y/N my dear.. long time no see," with slow steps he walked over to you, until he stood so close that you were able to catch the smell of smoke coming off his clothes.

"W-What do you want?" you wanted to sound strong, but your trembling voice gave away how intimidated and scared you were.

"I want explanations," he simply stated while staring you in the eyes. Not being able to maintain eye contact for long while with him, you averted your gaze towards the floor.

"Explanations for what?"

"Acting innocent even though you're not is bad manners. Didn't your parents teach you this before they were killed?" a smirk spread over his scarred face while you tighten your fists.

He just wants to provoke you. Don't listen to his words.

"They really looked like cheese with all those bullet holes in their bodies."

"You fucking bastard!" you got back on your feet, lifted your fists, and were about to punch him in the face but he held your wrists.

"Oh.. does this upset you? My bad.."

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to kick him in the crotch but your rage controlled your moves at that time, not your brain. "You're just jealous because my father was always favored by others. You can't live with the fact that-"

Smack.

"Shut up you little bitch! I make the rules and you are just a pawn on my chessboard." with one swift motion, your uncle punched you in the face which made you stumble backward. "Now tell me your business with this person or you won't live to see another day."

"Which person for Christ's sake?"

"How about you look behind you?"

Slowly you turned your head, afraid of what’s there. When you see what laid behind you, a scream left you.

Star. That is - no, was her name. A prostitute who worked for your sadistic uncle. Weeks ago you helped her to escape from this miserable life, but unfortunately, she was tracked down and now dead. There was a deep cut in her throat that seemed to have stopped bleeding just a while ago. The blood that should have been inside her body was now spread all over the cold floor. The blood that should have kept her alive, is now also on your hands.

"Poor one. I really liked the way she sucked my dick off while I scratched her with my knife. It's a shame," he grunted evilly, not the least bit affected by the corpse lying in front of him.

"You sick shit!" maybe shouting at him wasn't the wisest action of you again, but it definitely helped you to let out your rage. Tears started to collect in your eyes but you wiped them off, covering your face in dirt and the blood of your friend.

"Well, seeing your anger I assume you know her?" his mischievous grin grew wider, knowing that you walked straight into a trap.

"I-I don't know this woman. I j-just can't cope with all the blood."

"Don't act like a little girl. I know you've seen much worse than this in your life. Now answer me. Nothing will happen."

Of course, you weren't that stupid to believe him, but did you have another choice? Either you admit it now or after hours of torture and the first option sounded way more tempting than the last one.

"She wanted to leave Pi Sanyangkkun and asked for-"

"Say no more. You didn't just let such a traitor escape but even helped her with it," his voice was stern. His nostrils flared with each syllable and his breath got heavier.

"I should kill you for this," he left a long pause before speaking up, now with a much calmer voice, "But no. I won't kill you. I am in a good mood today so I will give you a choice."

"A choice? Shall I beg for your forgiveness?" you sneered at him while glaring into his wicked eyes.

"No. Better. You are the only member of Pi Sanyangkkun that isn't known by the world. That's why I need you to spy on someone for me. When you give me this one piece of information I need, you are free," he bent his knees and knelt down next to you, "How does this sound?"

"W-What do you mean by 'free'?" In your eyes glistened a small spark of hope, lighting the dark world.

"Free, as in, you will never come back to Pi Sanyangkkun again," your uncle gave you a knowing smirk, aware of your deepest wish – to never have to experience the things you went through in here again.

You always wanted to live a normal life. Go out with friends, have sleepovers, meet the love of your life and so much more. You never had high hopes, knowing it will be in vain, but now the person who you despised the most, was going to give you exactly that.

But believing his words could be your death. He would never let you leave this mafia. You had too much important information in your head. Spies who got traced down were murdered, no matter what. Your uncle wouldn't want to infiltrate his own men into unknown territory. It's too dangerous for them. They're too important to him. But not you.

He always wanted you dead and now he had a perfect opportunity. This undercover mission will be suicide. Your death will be guaranteed if you can't keep your secret, but it's even more dangerous to stay in Pi Sanyangkkun, next to your uncle who hates you more than anyone else.

Everything else is better than staying here.

“Who do I need to spy on?”

"Their name is Bangtan. This gang isn't as popular, but I don't want to risk it. They need to be disposed of immediately," your uncle began walking nervously through the room and it seemed like he was definitely intimidated by them.

“And how am I supposed to do this?”

"Oh.. there is only one way for you to infiltrate Bangtan’s territory. As you might know.. men have specific desires.. and well y'know that specific women can fulfill their wishes if you know what I mean," he winked at you, called his man to escort you into another room and left you there alone.

You need to make a decision on whether you want freedom in exchange for serving men to fulfill their sexual desires or to face death. Is it really worth it, to give your body to some filthy men? Is this a good way? Probably not. But it seems like this is the only way.

Sanyangkkun (산영꾼) means hunter

Pi (피) means blood

The mafia Pi Sanyangkkun is called in English Blood Hunters (well, at least I hope so. My Korean is terrible..)

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Notes: So... this was the prologue. If you liked it, please let me know. The next chapter will be longer and contains smut so be prepared my dears!

#bts #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts mafia #bts mafia!au #mafia!au #bts romance #bts violence #fanfiction #of love and hate #of hate and love #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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❀Day 1❀

Title: Runaway Loves Prompt-#: 147 For: Blingdom on aff Pairing: JongKey Author: Ccamille on aff Word count: 9864 words Rating: PG-13 to M Warnings: Violence Summary: Their love wasn't meant to be. No one wants them together and the world is against them. Two lovers make a rash decision and decide to run away together. They are young and in love and think they can make it. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: To show the world Prompt-#: 22 For: ordinary32 on aff Pairing: Jonghyun/Key Author: kumo_is_kumo@AO3 & DW ; TimidLittleRabbit@AFF Word count: 4,000 words Rating: R Warnings: none Summary: Jonghyun is a famous idol who everyone thinks is dating a fellow artist, when in reality, he goes back home and gets welcomed with the warmest hug from his spouse. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Airwaves Prompt-#: 191 For: Anonymous Pairing: OnHo (Onew/Minho) Author: eyes0ny0u on tumblr & ao3 Word count: 13,905 words Rating: R (for language and violence) Warnings: Mentions of blood. 1 fight scene Summary: Minho is in love with his best friend and colleague, Jinki. He’s trying to decide if he should go big by risking losing a friend to get a chance at love. Or go home and watch from the sidelines - like always done. But someone keeps interfering and trying to bench him before he can make a move. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Perception Prompt-#: 141 For: aurora_arcanum@ao3 Pairing: OnTae (side character: Eunsook, Kibum) Author: onthighsbelongtotaemin@tumblr Word count: 8808 words Rating: R (Genre: Angst/Romance; Royal AU) Warnings: Non-explicit scenes of whippings, Non-explicit sexual scene Summary: “What do you see, Jinki?” he asks softly, eyes on the beauty before him. “Your highness?” “When you look out there, at the land & the trees & the mountains. What do you see?” “I see…all those things, your highness.” Taemin looks over then, looks at the face he admires & watches the bob of Jinki’s throat as he swallows. He watches Jinki watching the sun set & then turns toward the scenery again. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Missed Calls Prompt-#: 55 For: key_umma @aff Pairing: Onkey Author: luvstars @aff & ao3 Word count: 2.4k words Rating: PG Warnings: No Warnings Summary: Jinki purposely misses Kibum's phone calls because he likes his ringtone. Based off this (link) ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

❀Day 2❀

Title: Counting Down Prompt-#: 75 For: Anonymous Pairing: JongKey Author: bluefloral@aff Word count: 2,104 words Rating: PG 13 Warnings: N/A Summary: From “I love you... I’m just kidding” to “I love you and this time I mean it” ten years later. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Unlimited Prompt-#: 165 For: Anonymous Pairing: Jonghyun/Key Author: kumo_is_kumo@AO3 & DW; TimidLittleRabbit@AFF Word count: 8,395 words Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Girl!Key (Gwiboon), Het smut, Age gap (7 years) Summary: Single since birth, the twenty seven years old Gwiboon doesn’t expect to get her heart stolen by a band’s vocalist seven years younger than herself. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: A pick-up to pick up Prompt-#: 225 For: Anonymous Pairing: Taemin/Key Author: Anonymous Word count: 2900 words Rating: PG-15 Warnings: language, terrible attempts of humour Summary: Taemin can't get that cute guy out of his head and even though his best friend tries to tell him that cheesy pick-up lines are so yesterday, he is determined to try a last coup. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: All the small things Prompt-#: 39 For: @holyhock23 Pairing: Onew/Jonghyun Author: Anonymous Word count: 2414 words Rating: PG Warnings: none Summary: For a moment Jinki doubts what they have, but Jonghyun is right there, reminding him that they are, indeed, perfect. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Happier Prompt-#: 35 For: Anonymous Pairing: Onkey with past Jongyu ft. Best friends!Minkey Author: Sweetmoon @aff ; priiserpa @twitter Word count: 13.197 words Rating: 16+ Warnings: This story contains: sexual harassment, irresponsible consumption of alcohol, some reflections on life and death that may be associated with some religions even if it was not my intention at all (PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMER!). Summary: The truth is: Kim Jonghyun can't remember much of when he was alive but he does remember Jinki's smile. But right now Jinki don't smile anymore, so before Jonghyun can continue with his afterlife he wants to make Jinki smile again, and the best way he can do it it`s helping Kim Kibum with his cute crush Jinki. Maybe he should be jealous, but how can he when Kibum seems like the perfect fit for his ex-boyfriend? ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

❀Day 3❀

Title: Dominance Prompt-#: 239 For: Anonymous Pairing: Jonghyun/Key Author: kumo_is_kumo@AO3 & DW; TimidLittleRabbit@AFF Word count: 2,876 words Rating: NC-17 Warnings: ABO!au, Omega!key, Alpha!jonghyun, Mafia, Minor character death, Smut, Rimming, Knotting Summary: Kibum is a feared and respected “alpha”. He has a secret that no one knows: his submissive side as an omega comes out when he is finally locked in a bedroom, together with Jonghyun, his personal bodyguard and his alpha mate. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Under These Stars Prompt-#: 74 For: Blingdom@aff Pairing: JongKey Author: Jongkeywedding@AFF Word count: 13.654 words Rating: 16+ Warnings: None Summary: Kibum forced Jonghyun to come camping with him. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Pick Up Lines Prompt-#: 146 For: @TypeYourAnswer Pairing: 2min Author: nonsensicalnonsense @aff & ao3 Word count: 1.7k words Rating: PG Warnings: No warnings Summary: All the times Minho uses horrible pickup lines on Taemin. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Remedy Prompt-#: 236 For: taender_kisses @ twitter Pairing: Key/Minho Author: LKChoi @ ao3 & aff Word count: 14,985 words Rating: R Warnings: Anxiety, PTSD, mentions of abuse Summary: Key is having difficulty recovering from an abusive relationship when meets Minho through a mutual friend. A friendship forms between the two, but soon, intimate feelings begin to bloom in their hearts. However, Kibum's paranoia keeps them teetering on the edge between friends and lovers. Will Minho help Key heal the wounds of his damaged heart? Or will Key succumb to the pain the scars have left behind? ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Good, Better, Best Prompt-#: 102 For: Anonymous Pairing: het!Onkey (side het!2min) Author: Minew @ AO3 Word count: 2869 words Rating: PG Warnings: N/A Summary: The only consolation is that Gwiboon most likely also ruined Taeyeon’s day. (In which Gwiboon and Taeyeon are high school rivals and meet once again at the ob-gyn). ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

❀Day 4❀

Title: Symphysis Prompt-#: 138 For: aurora_arcanum @ao3 Pairing: JongKey Author: Mysterkey on ao3, w00key on tumblr Word count: 10,947 words Rating: PG-15 Warnings: N/A Summary: Forever isn't really as long as it seems. And love is for those naive enough to be redeemed. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Like roses, so red Prompt-#: 7 For: colormeaqua @ aff Pairing: JongKey [side!2min] Author: Blingdom @ aff Word count: 3800 words part 1 Rating: PG-13 for Part 1 Warnings: language (explicit sexual content in the final part) Summary: It's a flicker in the corner of his eye, the smallest sign of red. But Jonghyun sees it and realises who his Fated one is. They are connected by the red string of fate - so they must be meant to be. Yet, Kibum doesn't seem so keen on the idea (or is he?) ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Fear itself Prompt-#: 34 For: Anonymous Pairing: Taekey Author: anachronicwriting @tumblr Word count: 7,443 words Rating: PG Warnings: No warnings Summary: Happiness is made out of memories tied to each other, you can hold on to them, and they will pull you into the light. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Home Prompt-#: 61 For: Anonymous Pairing: OnTaeKai Author: onthighsbelongtotaemin@tumblr Word count: 2453 words Rating: PG Warnings: None Summary: Jongin thinks Taemin seems stressed so Jinki takes his boyfriends to the mountains for a day of fun. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Bitten Prompt-#: 216 For: Anonymous Pairing: Jongkey Author: Ccamille @ Asianfanfics Word count: 11.264 words Rating: R Warnings: Cursing Summary: Jonghyun is a newly turned vampire, stuck in a weird coven that he hates, unable to escape or even go see his family until he learns to control himself, which could take years at the rate he's going (and refusing to drink blood definitely isn't helping). Jonghyun hates everything about that place. The only tolerable person there is Kibum, who has been a vampire much longer than Jonghyun. It's up to Kibum to teach Jonghyun that being a vampire doesn't have to be so bad. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

❀Day 5❀

Title: Opia Prompt-#: 217 For: Anonymous Pairing: JongKey Author: eorumverba @ tumblr Word count: 6153 words Rating: NC-17 Warnings: graphic sexual scenes Summary: "So, Jonghyunnie," Taemin starts. He's still got that wicked grin on his lips. "Truth or dare?" "Truth!" "Is there anything you haven't told us? And not something little. Tell us something good." ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Embracing stereotypes Prompt-#: 249 For: -kimkyungri- @ aff Pairing: Jonghyun/Key (+sidepairings in later parts) Author: Blingdom@aff Word count: 2370 words (Part 1) Rating: PG-13 (for this part) Warnings: language (for this part) Summary: Kibum and Jonghyun are drawn to each other, knowing very well that there should be more. But there are many hurdles to overcome with Jonghyun being a popular member of their university's american football team and Kibum belonging to the cheerleader squad. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: 피리소릴 따라와 Prompt-#: 11 For: colormeaqua @ aff Pairing: Minho/Taemin Author: quagmireisadora @ tumblr Word count: 5775 words Rating: R Warnings: descriptions of gore / possibly inaccurate account of history Summary: In the annals of King Jabi of Silla is the tale of a terrible war. A demon reared its head from the north, weakening its enemies with spies and treachery. Once a close ally, Goguryeo broke all sacred ties between them when it forced a spear through the back of its neighbors. An army of a million men charged south, their faces painted with rage, their weapons bathed in blood. An army unlike any they had seen before marched for Wiryeseong and set it ablaze. Where once flowed a river of peace and prosperity, this beast left behind a charred wasteland of death and famine. It was at this decisive moment that Jabi, son of Nulji, kept his promise of friendship and sent forth a legion of elite warriors. Ten thousand hwarang raced to the defense of Baekjae, their horses flying through the mist and defeating every enemy that crossed their path. Undefeated were they, for their vanguard fought with the frenzy of wraiths from another realm. No sword could cut them down, no arrows could pierce their skin, no rain or snow could stop them. They glowed like gold under the sun, this undefeated army of soldiers that could not die. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Adapting to the Unforeseen Prompt-#: 221 For: Anonymous Pairing: Ontae (brief mention of Minkey) Author: pearlaqualove @tumblr Word count: 2541 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: cursing, Mentions of Heaven and Hell, Demons and Angels from someone with a very non-religious view so definitely not according to the bible. Summary: Jinki didn't choose to have his life filled with the supernatural, but the supernatural kept choosing him ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Hourglass Prompt-#: 71 For: Anonymous Pairing: Onkey, side Jongho Author: Jinkisbelly @ Tumblr Word count: 22,824 words Rating: Pg-13, some NC-17 Warnings: A few main character deaths in past lifetimes, Transgender lifetime, a mention of abuse Summary: Just shy of his 28th birthday Kibum realizes the detailed dreams plaguing his nights the last few months are actually memories of his past lives, tethering him to another soul throughout time and space. He feels like he’s running out of sand in the hourglass of this lifetime to find them. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

❀Day 6❀

Title: Love petals Prompt-#: 122 For: Light_Voltage @ aff Pairing: JongKey Author: Lazyhope@Tumblr Word count: 7481 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: swearing and cursing Summary: Kibum trying to find out what's wrong with his best friend but nothing could have prepared him for what he found out. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Believer Prompt-#: 30 For: imadv0123 @ aff Pairing: Jongkey (2min if you really squint) Author: reikyrou@AFF Word count: 8033 words Rating: R Warnings: Nothing too major, but mentions of killing/murdering/crime Summary: The man before him didn’t look familiar – the young hacker would have remembered such a gorgeous man – but his voice. It was a voice he would recognize everywhere, having heard him speaking almost three years, nearly every day. His eyes widened, heart flipping at the mere thought that the other came here for him. [Lookout AU] ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Asking Works Wonders Prompt-#: 242 For: Anonymous Pairing: TaeKey (JongYu, JongHo) Author: SERiOuSLY@aff Word count: 10.112 words Rating: R Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex Summary: Taemin and Kibum are roomates, but Kibum isn't too impressed by Taemin's touchy-feely tendencies. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: A picture is all it takes Prompt-#: 100 For: @TypeYourAnswer Pairing: les!jongyu (Eunsook/Junghee) Author: taender_kisses @ twitter Word count: 1627 words Rating: PG Warnings: none Summary: Eunsook the singer and Junghee the novelist discover that they are fans of each other. Fangirling ensues. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Breath-Taking Prompt-#: 63 For: @vickey1314 Pairing: OnKey Author: JK_1423@Twitter Word count: 2000 words Rating: M Warnings: character death, violence Summary: On the night he lost his father, Jinki met Death. And somehow, he yearned to see 'him' again so Jinki did everything he could to see Death again. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

❀Day 7❀

Title: The Correspondence of Kim Jonghyun Prompt-#: 214 For: Anonymous Pairing: JongKey, (OnTae), (Jonghyun/Others), (very slight JongHo), (technically Jonghyun/himself) Author: Figleaf@aff Word count: 24,900 words Rating: R Warnings: Jonghyun has undiagnosed PTSD and has some nightmares involving descriptions of violence and character death. No one is hurt in the main plot. Everyone drinks, smokes and swears more than they ought to. Summary: Jonghyun is an aspiring young writer in 1960s Seoul. He's currently working on his first novel, as well as a few other jobs to keep him afloat. One morning he comes to and realises that his dream had been exactly the same as the scene he'd been writing the night before. The next night the same thing happens again, and again. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: WRITTEN SERENADES Prompt-#: 142 For: Blingdom @ aff Pairing: Jongkey, side!2min Author: bluefloral@aff Word count: 4, 696 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Kim Jonghyun is dead set on stealing Kim Kibum’s heart through his lyrical letters. Let the parade of serenades begin. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Happily ever after Prompt-#: 170 For: Anonymous Pairing: OnHo Author: TypeYourAnswer @twitter Word count: 1,744 words Rating: PG Warnings: none Summary: [Paperman!au] Looking out of the window from his office, Minho notices a man frowning and looking utterly stressed in the office building across from him. Something inside him stirred, not knowing the reason, but wanting nothing more than to sooth the man's few tuffs of hair back into place and to see him smile. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Thursday Train Rides Prompt-#: 112 For: @holyhock23 Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun Author: Anonymous Word count: 2324 words Rating: PG-13 Warnings: language Summary: Thursdays are Kim Jonghyun’s worst enemy, but this unbelievable tall student might just change his mind. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

Title: Them. Prompt-#: 28 For: @vickey1314 Pairing: Jinki/Kibum, Onew/Kibum Author: Ace_Fahs @ao3 Word count: 7682 words (part1) Rating: T-rating, 16+ Warnings: multiple personality disorder, foul language, bad English since it’s not my first language. Summary: Lee Jinki was arrested for a murder case. He claimed he had no idea what happened. While awaiting trial, Jinki saw a psychiatrist, Kim Kibum, and when he went to trial he pleaded not guilty because of multiple personality disorder. He had five personalities (Onew, seems to have a bright personality but also mysterious; Jonghyun, the emotional and hot-tempered guy; Key, blunt, sarcastic and loves to nag; and Taemin, the youngest, a free spirited and rebellious teen) beside his own, and one of the dominant personalities, Onew, committed the murder. Jinki attempts to regain control over his life with the help of Kibum. ❀AFF❀ ❀AO3❀ ❀DW❀

#shinee #ficfest #onew #jonghyun #key #minho #taemin #masterlist #jongyu #onkey #onho #ontae #jongkey #jongho #jongtae #minkey #taekey #2min

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,513

Chapter 23: Best Of Me

“So take my hand right now. I can’t believe myself.”

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

“Whoa, hold up,” Anastasia said, placing her hands into a “T” symbol, “timeout. You’re telling me that Jungkook, my ex, was staying with you for the last few days?” She stared into Eden’s face, watching her friend shamelessly down the shot of bourbon. The other woman brushed her hand through her blonde hair, readjusting her glasses. “Wow, small world.”

Eden slammed the shot glass onto the table. “Too fuckin’ small,” she snapped, pouring herself another glass.

Anastasia hummed, milling around the kitchen. She washed a few dishes, getting them ready for the dinner she was preparing, and her mind wandered back to the time when Seokjin had kindly done the same for her. Her face screwed up into a pout as she felt her face grow warm, flicking the water from her hands and then rubbing them on the front of her apron. Pivoting on her heels, she looked back at her friend and sighed when she saw her pouring yet another shot of bourbon.

“You’re not gonna have room for dinner,” she chastised, to which the mixed girl snorted while giving her a sidelong glance.

“I’ll make room, don’t worry,” Eden replied while waving her hand back and forth in a dismissive motion.

The buzzer rang out in the apartment and Anastasia quickly made her way to the door. She checked the camera and smiled, opening it wide to reveal Raelyn on the other side. The other woman smiled, looking a little tired but still happy to be there. She hugged her taller friend and ushered her inside, already taking her coat and purse from her so she could slip into a pair of house shoes.

Raelyn took a deep breath, giving a satisfied hum. “Mm, girl, it smells good in here, Ana.”

Anastasia laughed, motioning for Raelyn to join Eden at the kitchen bar counter. “I just hope it tastes as good.”

“Yes,” Eden piped up, already reaching for a glass to pour Raelyn a drink, “we shall see, won’t we?”

The two women clinked their glasses together and Anastasia pouted, soon dissolving into a small fit of laughter with her friends. Anastasia poured herself a glass of bourbon as well and they made small “cheers” as they did their best to do as much catching up as they possibly could. There was clearly a lot that needed to be discussed between them.

Out of the three of them, Anastasia was the last to have been transplanted in South Korea. As luck would have it, she was lost in Myeongdong while trying to make her way to Gangnam and it was Eden who stumbled across her. Believing it was going to be a moment where she would have been dumped off once she’d been helped, Anastasia offered to maintain contact with the mixed woman. Eden had no real reason to say no, so they continued to talk. It must have been a relief for Eden as well, seeing as Anastasia was also an American citizen trying to get by in a foreign country.

In time, Eden introduced her to Raelyn. The two of them were friends longer, but Anastasia didn’t feel left out in the slightest. In fact, she felt more included in the group thanks to Raelyn. Eden didn’t seem like the social type, at least in settings that involved large crowds of strangers. Being a nurse, Raelyn was used to being kind to strangers, lending the warmth and empathy necessary in order to make people comfortable. It seemed she continued to harness this ability outside of hospital walls.

None of them worked in the same field, but Anastasia could safely say that these two women were her very best friends.

She never had to feel ashamed for not knowing something and she knew she could come to them with anything. When she dated Jungkook for the short amount of time she had, neither women seemed to judge her when she explained that he had ties to a well-known mafia in their district. Imagine her surprise when she found out that Raelyn was the ex-girlfriend of the Golden Jackal’s boss.

The ties that bind, indeed.

Her own business aside, it seemed that Raelyn was just as shocked as she was to find out about what was happening with Eden. Her ex, Min Yoongi, was apparently the very same Min Yoongi that both Raelyn and she knew. Shocker, of course, but what was more surprising was that he’d kept his ties with the Golden Jackals a secret from her for the entirety of their relationship, including the last two years when they weren’t together anymore. There were moments when Eden looked like she was going to cry from anger, but she kept it together as best she could. Anastasia held her friend’s hand as Raelyn rubbed Eden’s back.

“I’m sorry, Ana,” Eden said suddenly, causing both Raelyn and her to blink, “for getting mixed up with Jungkook like this. I didn’t know.”

Anastasia raspberried at her friend, eliciting a snicker from Raelyn. “Girl, stop. Chicks before dicks, remember? And besides,” she said, making her way back to the stove, “Jungkook and I ended things mutually. We just didn’t… mesh, I guess is the right word? We’re still friends and hang out and shit, but no, there were no feelings lost when we ended things.”

Raelyn leaned in toward Eden, a devious look on her face. “Why’re you apologizing, huh, Eden?” She nudged her playfully. “You catchin’ feelings now after giving him the cold shoulder?”

Eden opened her mouth, raging silently at the other woman, before she grabbed the neck of the bourbon bottle and drank straight from the lip. Raelyn laughed, trying to wrench the bottle from her – succeeding but at Eden’s expense as a dribble of liquor spilled from her mouth. Both Anastasia and Raelyn laughed as they watched their friend wipe childishly at her face.

“Shut-up, both of you!” Eden looked like she was going to smack Raelyn, but stopped – her eyes noticing something which, in turn, drew Anastasia’s eyes. “Wait, what is that?”

Anastasia looked closer and saw the silver pendant hanging from Raelyn’s neck. It was a crescent moon with a few engravings carved into the surface of it. It certainly wasn’t new. In fact, it looked well-worn. But she hadn’t seen her wearing jewelry like that and from the reaction that Eden gave, it was clear that she didn’t see her wearing much either.

“That’s pretty,” she said, reaching out with a hand to lift the pendant up from her neck, “is this new?”

Raelyn swallowed hard, pulling back and then hiding the pendant under her scrub top. “No, it’s not.”

Eden smirked, pouring herself a drink properly this time – in a glass. “Did Taehyung give that to you?”

Anastasia gasped; her eyes wide as she looked at Raelyn. “Is that boy still chasing after you, Unnie?” She wiggled her brows at her, and she laughed when Raelyn snapped her fingers at them both. “So, did he give that to you?”

“No,” she said, turning away from them to nurse her drink, “he didn’t.”

“Did the boss man give that to you?”

Eden’s words were so matter of fact that it had clearly caught Raelyn off guard, the woman spraying alcohol before whirling around in her chair to stare at them. Her mouth was agape, and Anastasia would have laughed if the prospect hadn’t been so outrageous. But her friend’s reaction held way too much truth in it and she furrowed her brows with concern.

“Rae,” she said, watching Raelyn look up at her, “did Hoseok really give that to you?”

Even though Raelyn said nothing, her silence spoke volumes. It was no secret between the three of them, not anymore. She’d laid it all out there for them to poke at and analyze and they all agreed that she’d done the right thing. Raelyn was a nurse and dealing with that sort of business was messy. Being the boss’s girl only made her job harder and from what she told them, the struggle was too real back in those days – before she really even knew either of them. Anastasia remembered a night when Raelyn confessed that had she been friends with them back then, she may have been able to handle the stress of that life – of the responsibilities of being a “Hyungsoo-nim”.

The pocket of her apron vibrated, and she fished out her phone, spying the screen and seeing that it was a message from Seokjin.

Seokjin: Thanks for all your help this week. It’s a shame I couldn’t take you out to celebrate tonight. I hope you’re having a good time with your friends. I’ll see you in the morning.

She smiled, thinking on what to say back to him in response.

“So, are you two back together or what?”

Anastasia sighed as she looked at Eden, dropping her phone back into her apron pocket. Whatever she was about to say was knocked from her brain at the suddenness of the question, even though it wasn’t even directed toward her. “Eden Unnie…”

She just shrugged, draining her glass. “What? It’s a legitimate question.”

“No, we’re not.” Raelyn pressed a hand to her forehead. “We can’t. I can’t.” Her hand pressed against her top where the pendant was hidden beneath. “I don’t even know why he left this with me.”

Eden snorted. “Who knows what those fuckin’ jackasses are up to?” Her eyes narrowed. “Part of me doesn’t even want to know.”

Again, Anastasia only sighed as she turned back to the kitchen counter to stir the rice in the cooker. The roast she had in the oven was about to finish, according to the timer she’d set earlier, and she was already slipping her hands into a pair of oven mittens. None of the women said anything and she knew she had to be the one to break the silence. Especially since there was an aspect of that world that neither woman seemed to know about. Not yet, anyway.

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you guys this,” she began, leaning forward to open up the oven and pull out the dish, “but the boys are going straight.”

She rested the dish on the counter to let it cool, taking the mittens off and shoving them into the front pocket of her apron. When she turned around, however, she was shocked to see the unbothered expressions on both Raelyn and Eden’s faces. For a moment, she couldn’t say anything and neither did they. Finally, Anastasia couldn’t take it anymore.

“What? Why are you both lookin’ at me like that?”

Raelyn was the first to speak.

“Do you know how many years they’ve been sayin’ that shit?”

Eden rolled her eyes.

“That’s what they all say. It’s all a bunch of bullshit in the end.”

She blinked, not sure if she was more shocked by their disbelief in what she was telling them or how they seemed almost indifferent.

“Guys, I’m serious.” They gave her another look, as if they weren’t about to indulge her on whatever whim she was attempting to have. Anastasia pouted. “I work for one of their companies now. I was in Busan earlier this week helping Seokjin manage their accounts after they consolidated a lot of their assets.”

This time, they gave her a curious look, looked at each other, and then looked back at her.

“Wait, hold up,” Raelyn finally said, holding a hand in front of her as if she were stopping someone from continuing further, “do what now?”

“You’re managing mafia accounts, Ana?” Eden’s voice rose an octave, her body rising from the chair in tandem, “like some kinda fuckin’ bookie? Are you crazy, woman?!”

She waved her hand back and forth while shaking her head. “Nononono! That’s what I meant, though.” Anastasia leaned forward, her friends doing the same as their faces were inches apart from each other. “They’re forreal goin’ straight. Like, the money’s clean and they’ve been liquidating assets they have from so many different areas. Not just here in Korea, either. They apparently have deals they’ve had set up in the States, too. Contracts and shit. I’m not playing.”

Eden’s eyes narrowed as something appeared to cross her mind. She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. “So that’s what he was up to…”

Both Raelyn and she gave their friend a look. “What who was up to?”

“…nothin’. Don’t worry about it.” Anastasia blinked when Eden lifted her gaze to meet hers. “It looks pretty solid?” She nodded and saw the mixed girl cast a sidelong glance to Raelyn. “And what are you plannin’ to do, Unnie?”

Raelyn face twisted into one of confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“What are you gonna do if it’s true? If they go straight, then that means you wouldn’t have to sacrifice your freedom anymore.” Eden narrowed her eyes slightly. “That was the whole reason why you ended things with Hoseok, isn’t it? Why do you keep pushing Taehyung away from you?”

Anastasia watched Raelyn stammer, like she was scrambling to grasp the words that were fluttering away from her and into the sky.

“W-Well, what about you?!”

“What about me?” Scoffing, Eden shrugged. “I didn’t even know one was involved with the mafia for nearly five years and the other told me outright that he was a gangpae. Straight, crooked. Doesn’t make a goddamn difference to me, apparently. What is there to fuckin’ talk about?”

Anastasia seemed to understand what Raelyn was trying to say and she sighed, moving through the kitchen to fetch plates and utensils. “She’s talking about what you’re gonna do about Yoongi and Jungkook…”

“I still don’t know what you’re gettin’ at.”

“Do you still have feelings for Yoongi and does knowing he’s trying to go straight make a difference?”

Raelyn nodded as Anastasia set their plates in front of them. “And what about Jungkook? …you let him stay with you for a couple of days. Is something there? Does knowing he and Yoongi are brothers, so to speak, affect that at all?”

For a moment, Eden looked between them and then she angrily downed her drink. “When did this start being about me? Mind your own goddamn business, you fuckin’ busybodies!”

Anastasia laughed and Raelyn followed suit. It was clear they’d riled Eden up to the point of her lashing out now and while they knew not to take her barbarous words to heart, they knew when to let off the gas and pump the brakes. They all agreed that they would cross those bridges when they came to it, promising to stick together when shit inadvertently hit the fan.

Because they all knew that it would.

There was a lingering concern in the back of Anastasia’s mind, however. Something she couldn’t quite shake. For every choice that was made, there was always a consequence. Cause and effect. It was both scientific and human nature to react in response to an action.

Her brows furrowed.

…how big will the butterfly effect be this time?

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Lost in a Reverie - Chapter 5

Pairing: RoyxRiza Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance Word Count: 2224 Summary: Riza is injured in a car accident with Roy. After almost losing each other, they attempt, and fail, to return to the way things were between them, but things aren’t exactly what they seem.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6

This is also posted on Fanfiction.Net and AO3.

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As expected, Riza slept well with Roy next to her all night. His arms around her made her feel safe, like nothing could ever hurt them as long as they were together. The blissful feeling was short lived, however.

Late the next morning, Roy and Riza were called into General Hakuro’s office.

When he got the call, Roy looked uneasy and Riza knew. She just knew it had been Hakuro on the phone. Roy told her to follow him and she did so without question, silence spanning the short distance between them until they arrived at the general’s office.

Hakuro was not smiling when they entered the office. They sat down in the two chairs in front of his desk, waiting for the bad news Riza knew was coming.

“I called you here because my secretary presented this interesting photograph to me this morning.” Hakuro pulled a picture out of an envelope and slid it across the desk to where Roy and Riza sat. “I was wondering if you could explain what exactly is going on? It’s clear that the people in the photo are the two of you.”

Riza was right. Hakuro did send his secretary to spy on them. Roy refusing the woman’s second invitation must have made her more suspicious and she followed Roy to Riza’s apartment. That explained the flash that she had seen last night. The photo was of her and Roy, tangled in each other’s arms, foreheads pressed together, lips far too close to be professional or just friends. There was no way to explain their way out of it. This was it. It was over.

Roy looked to Riza and she swallowed thickly, understanding what he was going to have to say. Nothing would get them out of this. He turned back to Hakuro, who had plucked up the photo again.

“Yes, sir,” he admitted, his voice deep and professional. He was deceptively calm, though Riza could tell that his emotions were a storm behind his eyes. “I apologize on behalf of both of us for deliberately breaking law, but I will never apologize for loving Riza Hawkeye.”

Despite the situation, Riza’s heart fluttered at his sincere declaration.

Hakuro must not have expected them to admit guilt so easily. Roy’s words gave him pause and he looked from the photo to Roy before speaking again.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” he said and it was Roy and Riza’s turn to be surprised. “I won’t take this to the fuhrer.” Riza began to feel herself calming down again, until Hakuro continued. Of course they wouldn’t go unpunished, how could she even think he’d just let them go? “But, only on the condition that Lieutenant Hawkeye transfer, effective immediately.”

And there it was. The thing Riza had be dreading the most. They were taking her from his side.

It was the greatest form of punishment she could think of. Without her to protect him, Roy was too reckless, he’d get himself hurt, or worse. How could she trust anyone else to watch his back? No one knew him as well as she did. No one cared about him, about the future goals they shared, more than she did. But the fuhrer would do more, possibly demote or outright fire Roy. She couldn’t let him take the fall for their mistake, so she sat straight in her seat, all business as she replied.

“Fine, I accept your offer.”

Roy wanted to argue, she could see it. The way he fidgeted in his seat, eyes glued on her, rage threatening to bubble out. A swift look from her stopped him, though. A look that said not to make things worse or she’d shoot him.

“It’s settled then,” Hakuro said, leaning back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him. He looked smug. He’d always had it out for Roy, looking down on him, humiliating him. And now he finally won. “That is all. Dismissed.”

Roy and Riza stood, saluting half heartedly before leaving the office. They walked back to Mustang’s office slowly, wanting to be alone together just a little longer before having to go back to work, having to pretend like everything was okay.

“I’ll find a way to get you back,” Roy said just as they reached his office. “I won’t let this be the end.”

“Just… please, don’t be rash. He let us off easy.”

Riza gave him one more meaningful look before he sighed and entered the office to face the rest of the day.

Several hours later, a courier entered the office and Roy and Riza knew exactly what he was there for. Riza saw that Roy was toying with a stapler, no doubt wanting to chuck it at the courier’s head. She frowned at him and he released the stapler, resting his hands in his lap instead. She just hoped he wasn’t attempting to put on his gloves and singe the poor boy. He was just a messenger.

“First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye?” the courier said, approaching Riza’s desk and handing her a packet of papers. “Your transfer papers to Fort Briggs.”

Riza nodded, taking the packet from him. So they were sending her to Briggs. Armstrong would be happy, at least. The general had always made it clear that she wanted Hawkeye to transfer to her command.

The courier saluted and made his exit. When he was gone, the entire team burst into chatter, asking what happened, why she was being transferred, bombarding her with questions she didn’t know how to answer. It was almost too much.

“That’s enough,” Roy silenced them. “This is not the time. It’s hard enough to deal with without you bombarding her with questions that are too complicated to answer easily. I’ll explain everything later.”

Riza was relieved that Roy came to her rescue, somehow knowing exactly how she was feeling. She guessed it was because he felt the same way. She had no idea how she would have been able to explain anything to the team. They were her friends, her family, they deserved to know, but she was still reeling from the events that were suddenly making her life spiral out of her control. She was still coming to terms with it all herself and didn’t know what to say to anyone else, let alone herself.

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Roy was adamant about Riza letting him stay at her place that night again. It would be the last time they would get to hold each other for an indefinite amount of time. Besides, what did it matter if they were seen together? The damage had already been done.

They could keep up a long distance relationship, but it just wasn’t going to ever be the same. She would be so lonely without him.

“Please be careful, sir,” Riza said as they entered her apartment that night.

“I know. I will. I’m losing the best bodyguard, after all.”

“I mean it. Please don’t make me worry about you more than I already will. I… I’m going to miss you.”

Roy pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face into her hair. She rested her head on his shoulder, returning his embrace.

“I’m going to miss you too. I’ll be extra careful. I promise.”

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Roy dropped Riza off at the train station the next day, helping her with her luggage. She held Hayate’s leash in one hand and Roy’s hand in the other. It was the last time she would see him in person and she wished time would stop. Going to Briggs was the last thing she wanted to do, but it was for the best. Roy being demoted was not an option, not with the future they had so meticulously been planning for years.

The train pulled into the station, its whistle loud in her ears. She was thankful she didn’t have a headache anymore or the noise of the busy station would have been unbearable.

“Well, this is it,” Roy said, so quietly she almost missed it.

“Yes.”

Neither of them moved, reluctant to release each other’s hand. They stood there, basking in the other’s presence for as long as they could, but finally she could stall no longer. She turned to him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before picking up her luggage and walking away from him. She couldn’t look back. It would only make things more painful.

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Riza’s first few days at Briggs were a whirlwind of unfamiliar faces, orders, and snow. Everything was a blur and the only thing she could think about with any clarity was Roy.

A constant worry haunted her every waking moment. The only way she could fall asleep at night was by telling herself over and over that Roy would be fine on his own, that he had the rest of the team to look out for him, all the while clutching Hayate to her chest.

On her fourth night at Briggs, Riza got a phone call. She was hesitant to answer at first. For some reason, her mind was screaming at her that something was wrong.

Pushing her anxiety aside, she picked up the phone and regretted it the moment the person on the line began speaking. It was Havoc. The team got into a scuffle with the Cretan mafia lord they had been chasing almost two weeks ago.

Roy had been shot.

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Roy Mustang’s funeral. It was something Riza thought she’d never have to experience, at least not for a very long time. He was dead. It was a concept she had a difficult time wrapping her mind around. He was dead because she was not there to protect him. They had taken her from his side all because they had fallen in love and now he was dead.

They should never have given into their feelings. It was a mistake. A mistake she regretted with all her heart. What was a handful of moments compared to a lifetime of being by his side? It wasn’t worth it. The cost was too high. A cost neither of them had foreseen.

Riza felt numb throughout the entire funeral. No tears came. She was still trying to comprehend how such a horrible thing could have happened. If this pain was what love brought, she wanted nothing to do with it.

Havoc, Falman, Breda, Fuery, Edward, Alphonse, Winry; they all looked at her sadly, eyes full of remorse for her. She didn’t want their pity. She didn’t deserve it. It was her fault he was dead.

Everyone gradually left the cemetery until she was the only one that remained. Twilight fell over the graves, the air turning cold, a strange mist pooling on the ground around Riza. Still she stood before his grave, tears finally falling, hitting Roy’s gravestone like rain.

Roy would never be fuhrer. He was dead and her hopes and dreams for the future had died with him. There was nothing left for her anymore. She pulled her gun from its holster, put it to her temple, and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed through the silent, misty cemetery and--

Riza gasped and her eyes shot open, tears streaming down her cheeks. She gripped her chest, hands fisting into the rough sheets that were draped over her. The sound of a heart monitor’s beeps going haywire next to her made her turn, brow furrowing in confusion.

She was not in a creepy cemetery at night. She was in a hospital and it was midday. And there, sleeping in a chair next to her bed, was Roy. The erratic beeping of the heart monitor woke him and he stirred, opening his eyes slowly. When he realized what was going on, saw that her eyes were open wide and lucid, cheeks stained with tears, he jumped up, hands flying to take hold of hers.

“Lieutenant!” he croaked, voice still hoarse from sleep. He dried her tears with gentle fingertips before he leapt up and away from her for a moment, shouting out the door for a doctor or nurse or anyone, and then he was instantly back by her side. “You’re awake,” he muttered, voice thick with emotion. “You’re finally awake.”

“Colonel?” Riza asked, her throat sore, voice scratchy. It was hard to speak, as if she hadn’t done so in a long time. “How are-- You’re ali-- Wha--?”

“Relax,” he said, his voice soothing to her ears. “It’s fine now. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Who exactly was he trying to convince with that? Riza or himself? He had been a mess the entire two weeks since the car accident. Seeing her awake and talking filled him with such relief. It made him want to gather her up in his arms and never let her go, kiss her senseless and take her away from all of this. Then again, the whole ordeal would never have happened if it wasn’t for his reckless driving.

“Colonel, where are we?”

“Central General Hospital. They rushed you here after the accident and you’ve been here the entire time.”

That was impossible. What about everything that had happened? Their relationship, his death?

“I… I don’t understand.”

“Lieutenant,” Roy said, bringing her attention back to him. He squeezed her hands gently between his own. “You’ve been in a coma for two weeks.”

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bungou-stray-dogs-indulgences · 7 years

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May I please ask for HCs of teenage!Soukoku fighting over the same girl (who's also in the mafia)?

Nakahara Chuuya

When Chuuya hears that Dazai’s got his filthy gaze on you, he’s instantly crushed. Usually, Chuuya’s moods switch like the weather; this news, however, sends him in a moody spiral for days. He’s noticed the veritable flocks of girls stepping over each other to have a shot at Dazai. Even if he doesn’t have a clue why, he can’t dent his partner’s quite the ladies magnet. After a few days of stewing (and mentally listing his abundance of one-night stands), Chuuya realizes he’s not far behind Dazai, when it comes to female attention. He’s got a fair chance, he decides, and he’ll be damned if Dazai snatches you away without a fight on his end.

Before he truly begins romancing you, Chuuya consults Kouyou. He doesn’t need her advice; this isn’t his first time seducing a girl, after all. Help from above never hurts, though, and a sophisticated woman like Kouyou is bound to have some expert tips on competitive-romance. Chuuya waits to start his pursuit in earnest until his game plan’s been approved by her.

Since he’s not being strictly groomed into the ultimate mafioso by Mori, like Dazai is, Chuuya’s got much more wiggle room when it comes to selecting missions. He employs this, and Kouyou’s influence, to convince Mori to let him accompany you on all of your jobs. Work is truly Chuuya’s area to shine, and he’s even more stunning than usual when he’s striving to impress. You come back from high-risk missions without a scratch, all thanks to Chuuya’s watchful eye and downright amazing abilities. The best part? Chuuya shifts all of the glory to you (even though in reality, he’s the one that did most of the heavy lifting). Not only are you personally praised by Mori for your impressive talents, you also get rewarded with downright unbelievable paychecks.

While Chuuya’s never been a slacker, he works twice as hard in the hopes of impressing you. All of his departments’ profits nearly double, and even though he’s practically exhausted, all of the sleepness nights and long hours crammed behind a desk prove worth it when he notices the awed gleam shining in your eyes whenever you hear of his latest accomplishments.

Knowing that he’s no match for Dazai when it comes to battles of wits, Chuuya decides to focus solely on you; taking you for drives all across Yokohama, cooking elaborate dinners when you’ve both got a night off; all the things that typically impress a lady. Chuuya’s well aware that when he starts trying to beat Dazai, he’s going to be engaging in a war he can’t win. The only way he can truly best his partner is with fists; and while beating that smug smirk into a grape-purple pulpy mess would be extremely satisfying, brawling won’t win your heart, so Chuuya tries his best to avoid direct confrontation.

Especially if the fight’s been raging for awhile, Chuuya can’t be left in a room with Dazai for more than thirty seconds. Chuuya’s simply too head-over-heels for you to leave Dazai be. The battle for your affections has him wound tighter than a bow-string, and one sly look from Dazai is enough to spark the redhead’s volatile temper. If Chuuya doesn’t leave on his own, verbal abuse follows until he simply can’t stand Dazai’s face any longer. Leaving is the only way to spare Dazai’s face from being crushed to a dripping, tissue-thick mess.

Dazai Osamu

Dazai’s not quite sure how to feel when he discovers that himself and Chuuya both fancy you. Emotions hit in waves; first, of course, he starts gagging. After this, he drops into two-minute long sullen, moody fit. Then, the realization dawns on Dazai that Chuuya’s no true match for Mori’s most-trusted and undeniably most handsome Executive and he’s squealing in glee like a six-year-old in a DisneyWorld candy shop. Not only will Dazai end up with a pretty lady at his side, but Chuuya gets humiliated in the process! Two birds, one stone.

Even though he’s reasonably sure Chuuya couldn’t even seduce a horny, mid-pubescent preteen, Dazai decides to launch his master-romancing scheme immediately. While the increased challenge of stealing you away from Chuuya even after you’ve started falling for the redhead is tantalizing, Dazai’s not taking any extra chances. He’s springing this serenading plot right here, right now, and he’s using all of his resources. The stakes are too great to fool around.

Dazai’s been dubbed the god of all gossip and, unfortunately for Chuuya, the title’s rightly bestowed. Dazai immediately launches a smear campaign on his partner in the hopes of turning you off. At first, rumors are minorly embarrassing, i.e. ’Chuuya wets the bed if he forgets to masturbate before he falls asleep’. (That was Dazai’s personal favorite, especially when a new recruit had the balls to tease Chuuya about it. That poor idiot’s probably never going to walk again, but hey, Dazai considers it worth it, and that’s what counts.) The longer the battle over your heart rages, however, the nastier these allegations become. Eventually, Mori has to step in, demanding that Dazai cut it out before Chuuya’s more gullible subordinates begin abandoning the Mafia due to their leader’s alleged ‘crimes’.

Lies about Chuuya’s personality simply don’t cut it; Dazai also fibs about you, although only to Chuuya. Even if he hasn’t seen you in weeks, Dazai fabricates countless dates. Dazai’s favorite ruse is the sleep-over lie. Seeing how bright red Chuuya turns when Dazai mentions how much fun you two had together last night when you slept over at his place is simply delicious, especially when he mentions that the couch wasn’t big enough. “We shared the bed,” Dazai claims to his partner, “and it was delightful. ________’s so warm we barely needed blankets. Did you know she’s a cuddler?” Dazai rambles on until Chuuya’s nearly exploding with anger.

Sabotage can backfire too quickly, so Dazai settles for ruining Chuuya’s time with you in a much more innocent way. Whenever he hears you two have been sighted somewhere (which is most of the time; Dazai’s spies are practically in Yokohama’s every nook and cranny), Dazai books it. Usually, he turns up within twenty minutes of your date. Then, of course, the event just morphs into a mess. Chuuya’s fuming, Dazai’s endlessly pleased, and you’re stuck right in the middle. (And stuck paying for an extra soda. Dazai always forgets his cash in the rush to ruin your date, and no way in hell is Chuuya dropping money on that bandaged bastard).

#Dazai #Dazai Osamu #Chuuya #Nakahara Chuuya #Bungou Stray Dogs #Bungou Stray Dogs Imagines #Bungou Stray Dogs Headcanons #BSD Headcanons

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inloveandwords · 4 years

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In light of my recent eBook haul, I thought it would be fun to share all the audiobooks I hauled last month.

Thankfully, Audible Escape lets you view your borrow history now, which makes this even easier!

I subscribe to a bunch of audiobook services, so I’ve broken up this list by each service.

If you’d like to watch the video version of this post, head over to my BookTube channel:

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Audible Credits

I used my precious monthly credit on House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. This is SJM’s first adult book. It’s an urban high fantasy with all sorts of magical creatures including angels, fae, demons, shifters, and sprites. I read the first half of the physical book and listened to the rest on audio to give my hands a break from the weight of that hefty book.

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I purchased a couple of extra credits and ended up using one of them on The Happy Ever After Playlist by Abby Jimenez. This is the second book in The Friend Zone series. I adored The Friend Zone even though some think the ending is problematic. In fact, I liked it more than this one, just a bit. It’s about a grieving woman who finds the hero’s lost dog and takes care of him while he is on vacation. If you like dogs, you’ll like this series.

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The other credit I used to get the second book in the Hard Hitters series by Nalini Singh – Rebel Hard. Unfortunately, I DNF’d this one. I just wasn’t feeling it, but I might try it again. This is a contemporary romance with an arranged marriage trope.

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Audible Escape Borrows

Inappropriate by Vi Keeland I liked this one more than I expected! I gave it 4 stars. It’s about a girl who gets fired for having inappropriate content on her private social media and ends up calling her boss’s boss in a drunken rage. It’s their romance and it was really good!

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Better When It Hurts by Skye Warren This is a super short gritty stripper romance novella that I read for Smutathon. It was ok. I gave it 3 stars.

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Pipe Dreams (Brooklyn Bruisers # ) by Sarina Bowen This is a contemporary hockey romance series that I’ve been reading and enjoying! I gave this book stars.

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Assigned a Mate by Grace Goodwin This is a slightly ridiculous alien mail order bride super short, smutty book I read during Spring Break. It was OK for what it is and I gave it 3 stars.

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Fighting for Everything by Laura Kaye This is an emotional friends-to-lovers military romance where the hero is dealing with some serious PTSD. I enjoyed everything in this book except the romance and considering this is a romance, I only gave it 3 stars.

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The Year We Fell Down by Sarina Bowen This is a friends-to-lovers new adult sports romance with disability rep. Our heroine is recently wheelchair-bound after a hockey incident. I loved seeing her journey, but the romance wasn’t believable – I would’ve preferred the two just stay friends and I didn’t agree with the hero’s choices. 3 stars.

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Menace by JM Darhower This is a dark scarred hero mafia romance that just had a weird tone to it that threw me off. I also didn’t really care too much about the characters or the story in general and ended up giving it 3 stars.

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Hard Hitter (Brooklyn Bruisers # 2) by Sarina Bowen This is another book in the Brooklyn Bruisers contemporary hockey romance series that I’ve been enjoying.

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Jock Row by Sarah Ney I DNF’d this one because the heroine was so annoying. It’s about a girl who is kicked out of a frat party for being … annoying … she refuses to leave because her friends are there (even though her friends didn’t care about her), so the hero is charged with guarding her from coming in the house and somehow ends up falling for her even though she’s the worst. I think she was supposed to be funny, but she wasn’t. It would appear this author is not for me because I didn’t like How to Date a Douchebag either.

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I Dare You by Ilsa Madden This was OK. It fell a little flat for me despite having a cute premise. It’s new adult unknown number sports romance and the two of them dare each other to do things. 3 stars.

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The entire Pucked series by Helena Hunting This was a reread for me – I love this series! I fell even more in love with Book 6 than I did the first time I read it!

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January by Audrey Carlan This was a short read for Smutathon and it was dumb. We have our stereotypical “I’m not like other girls” heroine that made me roll my eyes more often than not. The hero wasn’t well developed either. 2 stars.

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Brooklynaire (Brooklyn Bruisers #4) by Sarina Bowen NEW FAVORITE! I adore this book so freaking much! 5 million stars! It’s about the quirky owner of the hockey team who also happened to build a tech company from the ground up and the girl he has cared about for years – his assistant who has no idea.

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Cherish Hard by Nalini Singh This has one of my favorite heroes and a super fun second meet cute. It’s about a girl who gets publicly dumped at a party in college and the younger guy who has liked her since then.

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Starry Eyes by Jenn Bennett I read this book during Spring Break and really enjoyed it. It had all the elements I like in a YA. It’s a friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, forced togetherness romance that takes place in the wilderness for the majority of the book.

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Misconduct by Penelope Douglas This was a really good forbidden romance between a teacher and her student’s father with a great meet cute.

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The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han I love this author’s To All the Boys series and I was hoping I’d like this one just as much, but I ended up DNFing this one.

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Art & Soul by Brittainy C Cherry BCC has yet to let me down so far. This is a sweet romance between a musician and an pregnant artist in high school who have to work together on a school project.

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Try by Ella Frank I did not like this one at all. The main character was pushy and made me super uncomfortable. I ended up DNFing this one.

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The Butterfly Project by Emma Scott This was a rec from a subscriber and I absolutely loved it. It’s about a tattoo artist with a troubled past who has dreams of publishing a graphic novel and ends up moving in with a guy she just met in a one bedroom apartment. This is so swoony and the hero is amazing.

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Fire in His Blood by Ruby Dixon This is the author of the Ice Planet Barbarians series that I really enjoyed. This book is a post-apocolypic dragon shifter romance. This was just ok for me. I gave it 3 stars.

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Audible Sale Purchases

Audible had a $5 sale and I picked up a couple of exciting books!

Wolfsong by TJ Klune This was my favorite read of April. I absolutely adored this book because of the epic romance and the all around fantastic story. It’s a slowburn M/M shifter romance.

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Rhapsodic by Laura Thalassa I bought this blindly simply because of the author, but since then I found out that a lot of people really enjoy this book. I believe it is a fantasy romance with fae.

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Libro.FM Credits

This is my new favorite audiobook service because all purchases benefit independent bookstores! They have a great selection. It works just like Audible. You can get your first month free with my link!

Docile by KM Szpara This seems to be a pretty polarizing read and the premise sounds interesting to me. It’s takes place in a world where family debt can be erased in exchanged for slavery for the rest of your life. If you choose to do that, you get injected with a drug called Docile which makes you complient. This is the story of a man who decides to do this without the drug.

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Sick Kids in Love by Hanna Moskowitz This is a YA romance between two teens with chronic illnesses. I’m here for the chronic illness rep.

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April Audiobook Haul In light of my recent eBook haul, I thought it would be fun to share all the audiobooks I hauled last month.

#Book Haul

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elanska · 4 years

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newlyweds in atlanta (a ZA wish fulfillment research note, also doubling as KHR!OC romance fic crossover with TWD, kinda)

since mangasite crashed about 2 weeks ago(?) I've been relapsing into my zombie apocalypse addiction. No, not something useful like practising my cardio, but by reading the walking dead fics in AO3 (it's a scary experience without the EXCLUDE filter. What's wrong with people thinking zombies makes a good sexy time background? I know, I know that ZA are MOSTLY about humans and their way to deal with zombies, I just thinking it will mostly involving cool ACTIONS instead teenagers bringing their car into zombies infested parking lot and giggling 'I'm so scared, plz hold me' action type. It's not cool man, not even if your date bringing a tank. I meant, what if I said no to his/her advances? will I be trapped in a tank?)

'kay, so since trying to find non-romance ZA fics in TWD section in AO3 kind of tiring (I found several nice ones, but still need moar! moar!), I'm kinda running my own.........err, general headcanon that devolves to plotline to wish fulfilment (yeah, it degenerates further and further) about what happen if I throw a ballpark of awesome! that is mah baby TYL!Hibari Kyouya into The walking Dead setting.

Kyouya also accompanied by Kusakabe - I had 110% sure that Tetsu's flame is lightning, only to google later that he's canonically a storm (dammit! ah well, storm is fine too, even better perhaps). I'm making headcannon that Tetsu's box weapon is storm trapjaw ants (18 of them in one box; Bianchi have 20 storm scorpions, I'm not sure how much boxes she has, but let's headcannon that those 20 scorpions can fit into one box; Kusakabe has 2-3 box of them of course, and maybe have another type - bees maybe? for aerial recon; anyway all of Kusakabe's pet box characteristics are hard-worker like he is. I still trying to find another storm animal that can go surveillance underwater but can't think any at the moment. Kyouya's having firepower, so Kusakabe's more into support and versatility. And equipped with storm flames, that means Kusakabe is OP as fuck)

Oh yes, talking about his main box (the trapjaw ants) they can launched themselves through the air (dis true IRL) with storm flame it will meant unlimited zombie headshots (or until Kusakabe's drop from exhaustion, which considering how sturdy he is = not likely happen anytime soon). The more fantasy and wish-fulfillment parts are that those ants can do wish-fulfilment lifting. Yea, real ants can lift 1000 times their mass, BUT! to give you estimate how wish fulfilling heavy-duty these mafia ants are, they can lift a class A RV (yes, those weighted > 30,000 pounds. I told you this is wish fulfilment; also, shounen mangas about magical mafias). Okay, he might use two boxes of ants, but anyway, they can still lift the RV dammit! I want to have an RV and I will have it in my fic! It's not my fault that I can't find whether the box storage can act as free item bag or just their pre-determined crafted for that one-item-only storage box (if it's the previous, it can be used to store the RV). Since I'm not sure, I have to opt for making awesomesauceness that is Kusakabe's OP-as-fuck!ants; it also will force Kyouya to do multiple supply run with Glenn to the town (otherwise they can just raid Costco warehouse once and then leaving before even meeting Rick, and we can’t have that)

But wait! you critical readers might say, why with Glenn? why not with the heavy-duty Kusakabe who doubles as undead’s annihilator which more efficient and makes sense? Well, you readers might already know that I ship Kyouya x Namimori(+Hibird), and so we have give him an OC, which is absolute baggage in physical fitness(+very useful in people's surveillance + cute + absolute mental terror). No, we're not kidding about the absolute mental terror bits. You had to remember that she's created by us, so she has special snowflake feature that bordering supernatural (it's not as bad as her gender-inverted version in my other ZA fic/drabble/plotline that goes full-blown supernaturally awesome (but in that setting, every normal humans evolved to have supernatural ability), However in this story, her bordering supernatural skill is just have ultra-good perception of people (which almost a necessity on every TWD!OC in fix-it fic; and trust me, since TWD TV episode came up with rage-inducing stupidity like the Alexandria’s great zombie race, fix-it! fics are fucking needed!). She'll need to engage in talking with the target to gauge them though, won't be able to see bad people from their aura or by prophetic vision or something like that. I meant, do you see how in season 2, Dave get to probe and pinpoint what’s Rick and Hershel base is? that was amazing, and Dave was just being a normal human!

Where was I? oh yeah, since Kyouya's soulmate is not fit to do a supply run, she had to stay at quarry (and hassled people to do somekind of makeshift fence to secure the camp) while Kusakabe guarding her. People are not really inclined to do so + maybe scolding her for paranoid thought and scaring people (for insinuating that the walkers can arrive at their camp undetected). Risa (the namimori+hibird's fusion) smile and nod, and move her+Kyouya+Kusakabe own camp a noticeable length away and make their own makeshift barricade around it (Kusakabe's flame is storm remember? they can get logs as many as they want, and you can make makeshift rope from branches and twigs - Risa's dad likes camping, but since Risa's not very fit (yet still insisting to come with him + her physically fit siblings), she usually stuck in their camp, doing this kind of useless but fascinating shits). When confronted about it, she just said "well, me and Kyouya having social anxiety of being in crowds + since we're worried about possible attack, we'll stationed ourself as outpost and can warn you on impending attack. Also, let's make couple of outdoor toilets, in case of several people need to go at once and it's safer than going to woods alone to relieve yourself." Risa will act as buffer from Kyouya having to deal with other people, because Kyouya might be awesomely OP as fuck, but in zombies story, hell is often other people. Don't worry bebe Kyouya, I gave you Risa to terrorise them mentally ahem, I meant, level the playing field of annoyance.

(if you think Lori is annoying, well, Ed Peletier usually walking quickly in another direction when he sees Risa coming. No, no, she won't issuing royal orders as a first lady or anything, it's just ‘Ed like survivalist stuff right? you're bringing MRE! how awesome! no, it's yours, I won't ask you for share. You have your own family to take care of, what happens if they run out? I am and adult and have responsibility to get food on my own! but Ed definitely knows how to do survival stuff right? like digging outdoor toilets, or making snares, or making wattle fences, let's make example to show how it's correctly done!’ - kind of annoying. Aside from those little projects, she also intending to make biogas generator from those outdoor toilets (this idea rejected by everyone because ewww, carrying pail of human waste? thanks but no thanks), so she gives up and just make simple outdoor toilets = dig a hole, making raised platform from excess log for the toilet seat, makes lots of wood shavings after use). She can't force people to follow her ideas anyway (Yes she know that Dale has RV, but it's for Dale's own use, not some kind of public restroom. what if it broken down or two people need to go at once?)

Anyway, aside from those little projects that makes people defer to her as 'hippy, camping girl', Risa also propose to have small pond on the campsite (doable with tarps salvaged from supply run + wood logs (for the foundation basis) + stone for weights), just in case they somehow need water for emergency and can't go to quarry because it’s night time/landslide/there are walkers around/etc. As well as making manual washing machine, also roping Jim to convert gas-fueled cars into electric car project (yes, the last one is unlike any other, but Jim is noticeably depressed and may need to be worked out to avoid suicidal thoughts + gasoline seems to dwindling). Now you understand why people generally walked in another direction when spotting her walking to them (or mutter 'oh god, what crazy ideas she's proposing to do now')

Oh yeah, after spending a week in quarry and seeing Risa getting chummy with everyone (also makes people half-heartedly doing her 'better encampment!' ideas or muttering excuses to not to and flee/hide when they spot her), Kyouya finally propose to her! People gasps! Because Hibari is a different kind of terror (of the zombie!mower variety, also, he beats Merle into submission and kinda recruited him to his Foundation member, sorta)

Anyway, Kyouya professing harboring +10 years of crush but always busy with works and not really understand about this feeling!TM until he heard that she's permanently transferred to USA at her work, and buy tickets for same plane as her. Risa blushingly accepts his proposal - because she always likes Hibari. She thinks it’s just being good friend, but she likes the feeling that she's safe whenever she with him, and can see themselves growing old in namimori together. People clapped (somewhat confusedly at the non-romantic acceptance speech) when Kyouya put a ring on her wedding finger. Good thing they didn’t hear what he whispered to his new bride.

"it has GPS tracker function, so I would always know where you are." "is it battery operated? can it charged with solar panel?" "kinetic motion, it's charged when you're moving your arm." "ooh, like when I'm walking. Nice!”

*cough cough* they’re one of a kind pairing. So, this scene is why I’m naming this whole note/wish fulfillment/crossover fic (sorta) with Newlyweds in Atlanta

I kinda forgot that in the intro scene, we'll have action packed scene in which Kyouya + Kusakabe battling zombies inside airplane! (those three are seated in first class section, zombies started in economy, there are about 13 zombies in total when people stampeding into first class? with 10 zombies busy eating people in economy and 3 zombies eating people in business (I'm not sure if it's too many or too little, if I saw even one people start ripping people throats with their teeth, I'll start leg myself out of the way there, but then again, I'm always afraid of zombies). Kyouya putting sleeping Risa (whose crappy physical condition makes her goes into catatonic coma everytime she sleeps, no seriously, she'll sleep through ZA if it happens on her bedtime) inside Sphere Needle Form, which you know, totally impenetrable but also have limited oxygen inside (since she's in coma, Kyouya thinks she'll be fine until he finished disciplining the troublemaker on the airplane). He subduing the three zombies using the Vongola unlimited handcuffs but noted the people they gnawed are also rise from the dead and attack one cabin attendant who after cuffed for safety precautions, became zombies as well.

Since it's dangerous as hell, they decided to kill the rest of zombies because there's no way Kyouya detain all of them until the airplane landing (he still has his girlfriend stuck inside the oxygen slowly depleting sphere needle form) + no way they can told people to sit down next to captured zombies while planes landing. So unanimously, people choose to kill it. Some relative sobbing, but can't say (or do anything) upon given option of locking you+your loved ones inside toilet so it won't kill other people (who also have loved ones as well, and might need to go to toilets). Some of them pleading (then resort to threatening) for Kyouya to just hold their zombies!loved ones until plane landing, Kyouya beating them (he never the one goes for democracy).

So plane does emergency landing in atlanta and immediately met with chaos because hey, zombies in airport too! Kusakabe went to steal get a SUV from car rental and they leave airport. After 8 hours of catatonic sleep, Risa wakes up, seeing people in their cars stuck in highways + Kusakabe telling her about some kind of strange infectious disease that makes the undead walking and the city just got bombed = checking tourist map that came with the rental RV and suggest they go to bellwood quarry. They’re still in there when Rick Grimes awake from his coma and come strolling to Atlanta

#newlyweds in atlanta #zombie apocalypse khr twd crossover #AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!#*insert maniacal laugh here*#look at me writing all this wish fulfillment crap while I should do something productive #like working at my cardio #*wheeze cough*

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