#pot of greed au
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Ryoken: Accesscode Talker deserves to be banned. Fuck Cyberse players.
Yusaku: You're literally a Cyberse player.
Ryoken: I said what I said.
Takeru: Ayo?
#pot of greed au#pot of greed: side deck#lilidan#vrains#takeru homura#ryoken kogami#yusaku fujiki#yugioh#shitpost
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pact.
Another part of the yandere soulmate au.
MC and Mammon make their pact, levi stirs the pot, MC doesn't feel the bond because they are human.
Side note: in this au the boys are going to be a bit more rude due to the whole soul mate thing! But this is yandere so that was probably expected anyways tbh.
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You do not like Leviathan.
You tried to like him, really, you did, but he's just so rude. Of course, it's not in blatantly confrontational way. You actually sort of doubt the envy demon has the confidence for that. In fact, most of his actions are just petty, often coming off as demeaning and belittling. You're well aware that this is not enough to be consider hostile, however, it doesn't make you want to interact with him. Especially since it's hard to tell if that attitude is on purpose or not.
Well, at least, it was hard to tell. For the first few days you had tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Tried to say that Levi was just shy and anxious and had terrible social skills. He didn't mean to be so dismissive and judgemental. Perhaps this rationalizations was just your way of trying to cope with this new land, but whatever one may call it, the conclusion it brought you to was utterly wrong.
Levi didn't want to be your friend, and as you stand here now, looking at the golden marking that's shown up on your palm, you can admit to yourself that he still doesn't want to be your friend. All he wanted was to get his money back from Mammon. He didn't care about you, or you interests, or even your attempts to become closer to him. No, he just wanted to use you to force Mammon to pay back his debts.
It makes you feel gross. The trust you gave to the demon seems like it was just thrown back at you with little regard to your efforts. And you guess it sort of was. Levi didn't really need you, nor did he want you, and with that came the manipulative attitude that nearly had you in a puddle of your own tears.
You suppose it also doesn't help that he had talked you into doing something you weren't familiar with. Obviously making a pact with a demon isn't something one does everyday. Doing so with such an outwardly bratty demon is probably even less common. Despite these statistics, you try not to question these two factors, because there really isn't any changing them now. Mammon and you have made a pact. You have to live with whatever that means.
Levi didn't explain much about it, just gave what you might consider to be a very basic rundown. He told you, with delight, that you could order Mammon around. Of couse, this was basically the whole reasoning for him asking you to make the pact in the first place. Despite knowing this, you agreed, still hoping to gain some sort of friend in this unfamiliar place.
Plus, you did also want to put the greed demon in his place, if only for your own petty reasons. He hadn't been exactly the nicest to you when you arrived. So this felt like a two birds, one stone situation. At least, it did, until you realized that you don't exactly understand the commitment Levi is asking you to make. Which was unfortunately something you only thought about after it happened.
"So that's it?" You question as soon as the golden glow begins to die down, turning into something that resembles more of a tattoo then a magical demon marking. The space feels a little weird. Not bad, but not exactly good either. Just warm and unnaturally reactive to your touch.
"Yeah," Levi replies, his tone reflecting his inner feelings. Its clear that he's obviously excited, most certaintly at the prospect of getting his money back, "Now tell him to give me my money back!"
His enthusiasm is admittedly a little much. You're actually expecting some sort of reply from Mammon just because of it. Perhaps anger, or even just a petty jab as an expression of his frustrations. However, nothing comes.
No, upon looking over, you realize Mammon seems a little too shocked to do much of anything.
#obey me!#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me x reader#obey me reader#obey me x mc#yandere#yandere obey me#yandere soulmate#polyamory#obey me polyamory#obey me x y/n
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backburner aka namjoon exes 2 lovers au sneak peek :)
Somewhere between now and then, living in your bubble with Namjoon had turned into sharing him with the world. The boyfriend you’ve grew up with has perhaps grown far too much, more than you ever could, you suppose.
Namjoon’s hand has always fit snugly with yours, palm laid open on his knee for you to play with when you were bored. It always has and always had been — if that’s what you remember correctly. Now, Namjoon’s hands are no longer the rough diamonds you’ve been used to holding for the better part of the past ten years. They’re far too smooth and steady; heavy for even you to hold.
There’s no longer the slight slouch to his back that you grew up correcting with a hum and a warm hand on his shoulders. Namjoon walks these days with his chest out and his back straight, standing upright even without your reminder. Maybe even without you.
Your boyfriend who you couldn’t bully back then to book a taxi to go into the city instead of taking a bus (he argues that being cramped with a cheaper fare is better than having free arm and leg space with a more expensive one) refuses to walk anywhere with you, his reasoning revolving around why you would tire yourselves if he has a personal driver at his disposal. You don’t tire yourself from walking with Namjoon because you don’t go on them; instead, you exhaust yourself waiting if he’ll ever return the conversation in his airconditioned, fully-customized van.
Somewhere between now and then, Namjoon needing you for everything whether the universe had been cruel to him or not that day, had turned into you wishing even for the slightest inconvenience to happen just so he seeks you once more.
Fate, as Namjoon haves it, turns out to be at his favor.
Fate, as you have it, turns out to be against your own because it keeps you away from Namjoon little by little.
Ten years is a long time to spend with someone, much less be happy together almost the whole entirety of it. The both of you aren’t strangers to the frequent comments from friends and family of when the two of you would settle down, and even at your initial annoyance (it started at your fourth year of dating), you come to miss it now.
Now when you’re nearing a decade of your relationship and yet you can’t prove it — not with the absence of a ring on your finger and the very apparent, too intruding presence of the non-disclosure agreement he made you sign just yesterday.
You miss the wedding jokes that always put a pregnant pause on the ride back home with Namjoon, yearning for the warm feeling of how he’d sneak a glare at you in between stoplights and have his eyes linger just for a second on your hand, and when you look back at him, he would playfully roll his eyes to the back of his skull.
You miss the impromptu camping trips and sharing food with Namjoon in those cheap yellow aluminum pots (he keeps swearing that he’ll throw them out but you know he wouldn’t because they need to be split in half before he considers), just thinking of how great it would be if the two of you make it big.
You miss Namjoon. You miss him more now than your combined yearning for him over the past decade. You no longer have to think how great it would be if the two of you make it big because Namjoon already has.
You convince yourself that it’s not the bitterness because you know it never will be. Namjoon is destined for greatness and you’re destined for Namjoon; the latter you’re unsure of now.
Being in the sidelines as a producer, somehow making it big yet barely at Namjoon’s level, used to be perfectly okay to you. It was until you realize that Namjoon’s passion, maybe even greed, is rubbing off on you.
Somewhere between now and then, Namjoon growing with you had turned into him outgrowing you.
“Going out tonight?” you ask, peeking your head out of your studio when you hear Namjoon walk past it. He stops in his tracks to bend his head and look at you, but he doesn’t go any nearer.
“Yeah. I’d want you to come with me-…” Namjoon cuts himself off, the guilt in his eyes unreflecting because come to think of it, there’s barely any. “You know how it is, baby.”
You nod. The decade had been long. The past year had been. Today was and this conversation too.
Somewhere between now and later, you’ll come to accept your fate that you’re no longer in Namjoon’s orbit when its the rest of the world that he seeks.
“Yeah. I know how it is.”
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Artificial Avatar | Reunions
Notes - No MC, Comedy with a hint of angst, Obey Me AU, the pacing on this one is slightly rancid, Feat. Mammon, Himiko, Ryo, Grim, and Ajay, ( Himiko and Ryo belong to @absolutepokemontrash )
Summary - Summer break has started for a certain NRC student, and it isn't the only reunion happening.
TW - Violence ( non-grapic )
Warnings - None
[ Prolog ] - [ PT. 1 ] - [ PT. 2 ] - [ PT. 2.5 ] - [ PT. 3 ]
Mine...
Huh??
Who... am... I..?
Oh, another nightmare.
Frantic screaming, pulling, fighting.
Another soul's nightmare.
Someone is dying... I'm... dying? No. No, I can't die. I have to live, why am I dying, I can't die, this isn't fair-
It wasn’t fair.
THIS. ISN'T. FAIR.
.
...
.....
Ajay shot up out of bed and grasped at the hand clawing at their chest. Sweat dropped down their brow and their eyes frantically bounced around the room. The lights were still off and strained ears could barely pick up on the slow breathing coming from deeper in the house.
The room wasn't familiar. Windows without bars stretched tall to show the moon reflecting into the room and stars replaced the blinding white lights they were used to. And the smell of fresh laundry replaced the nauseating scent of chemicals, blood, and bleach.
And this wasn't their room.
With a deep breath in, Ajay slowly pried their metal arm away from their chest and shifted to take a cautious step out of bed. The plush carpet grounded them and somewhat settled their rattled nerves as the pattered toward the door.
Ajay felt their pupils grow to adjust to the darkness of the house. The only sounds were the air conditioning, their footsteps, and the far-away breathing from earlier.
As they turned the corner the light from the pool on the balcony poured through the blinds and lit up the way to the kitchen.
"A drink of water wouldn't hurt." Ajay mumbled.
From within a bedroom the Avatar of Greed listened to the sound of a stranger, likely a child Himiko brought home in her sudden disappearance and late return, wandered the halls.
The sound of mechanical whirring sounded, yet it was too many sources to just be the fridge.
Well this one is gonna be a sight.
The next time Ajay woke up, they awoke to the smell of something... delicious and soft chatter outside of the room. One was slightly higher with a tinge of an accent, Lady Himiko. Another was deeper with an accent of its own, they were also speaking faster than lady Himiko.
The sound of a door opening had two members of the house shoot their gazes towards the entrance, the third jumped and froze stiff.
"OKAASAN!!! DAAAAD!! I'M HOOOME!!"
Okaasan, mom.
The sound of rushing footsteps and loud laughter bounced through the house with a light sound to it. Conversation started up again, but this time with two extra voices. One had a similar accent to both, yet it was slightly deeper pitched. The other... meowed?
Footsteps drifted further away from the door and the light clanging of pots and pans returned.
Ajay tilted their head towards the door before shrugging and returning to fiddling with their arm.
From within the kitchen, Mammon was excitedly talking to Ryo about all that he and Himiko had planned for the day. An arcade that had recently reopened, shopping, going out to eat, the works.
Ryo listened, nodding along while occasionally throwing in whenever something reminded him of an adventure at NRC. Grim, his beloved companion and outstanding help in the kitchen if the missing bits of food were anything to go by, boasted and interrupted at times with his own stories. Or versions of them anyway.
Himiko smiled at the family that had gathered in the kitchen as she cooked, the conversation continued until she plated the food, when it suddenly stopped.
There was one for Mammon, one for her, one for Ryo, and even one for Grim. But there was also one more for someone who wasn't in the room.
"Who's that for?" Mammon asked as he took his seat next to Ryo, "Did you bring a new kid home?"
Ryo looked up from his plate and glanced between his parents before looking at the plate by the empty seat. He raised a brow as Himiko nodded and gestured to where the guest room was. The more she strained her ears, the more she finally heard it, a sudden silence as if whoever was there had gone still.
"Yes, speaking of, it's about time I introduced you, Ajay! Breakfast is ready! Come eat!"
...
Silence.
Himiko raised a brow and turned her attention towards where the guest room was. Not a sound had come from the room signaling the teens' appearance. She called out again, this time a little louder in case they weren't awake, only to be met with silence again.
"Hold on, I'll go get the-"
Before Himiko could finish her sentence the screeching of a chair against the floor interrupted her.
"NEW BLOOD, I'LL FIND EM!" Ryo shouted as he hopped up out of his chair. Before anyone could blink, he darted down the hall and around the corner, completely ignoring both of his parents calling out to him. He knocked on the door once, twice, and three times without an answer before opening the door with a loud slam.
Ryo looked around the room with narrowed eyes and a raised brow. The room light was on and the sheets were messed up, so someone was in the room. He turned up his nose and sniffed the air, almost flinching at the scent of sour muddled magic.
He took one step into the room and stopped at the sound of a loud thump. A shadow moved from underneath the bed and a black haired kid hopped up from the other side, tilting their head when they spotted him.
"Sooo, you're the new kid?" Ryo crossed her arms, "What's your name?"
"Ajay."
"Nice to meetcha, I'm Ryo!"
Ajay nodded and Ryos gaze snapped over to their mechanical arm. It was something he'd never even seen before yet seemed vaguely familiar. The black haired teen glanced down at their arm and screwed in a panel that covered up a window to wire like things in the arm before looking back over to Ryo.
"Did you need something, prince?"
The demon raised a brow and scrunched up his nose, "you can just call me Ryo, you're living in my house."
Ajay tilted their head, almost as if they didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about, before shrugging.
"Annnnnyway, breakfast is done, mom called you to eat." Ryo said. He turned on his heel to walk out, stopping just before the door.
"Nice arm by the way, high tech, looks cool."
Ajay watched the door shut and stood silent for a moment before shrugging. They finished screwing on the panel on their arm before leaving the room, following the sound of chatter to the kitchen.
"Good Morning Ajay."
"Good morning Lady Himiko, Lord Mammon."
Himiko shook her head at the same time Mammon shot the kid a smile. Ryo sat back down and Grim landed on his shoulder, looking the kid up and down while puffing out his chest for a moment before pouting with disappointment.
"And what about me?!" Grim grumbled.
Ajay turned towards the cat and tilted their head. They frowned in confusion and crossed their arms, "What... exactly are you?"
"I'm Grim! The best housewarden of ramshackle dorm and the greatest mage to ever live!" Grim said, shooting Ajay a confident smirk.
Ryo looked up from his plate and smothered a giggle as she watched Ajay sit down, simply nodding at the cat's boisterous introduction. "More like vice housewarden , I'm the one who actually keeps the place standing." The demon remarked, giving the cat her own fanged grin when he frowned at her.
"And I wouldn’t say you're the greatest mage to ever live just yet." Himiko tossed in.
Friendly bickering started up between Ryo and Grim, although it was mostly one-sided as Grim seemed to be losing the not-argument.
"You're the first ever broke furry to exist, I think that's a great accomplishment."
Correction, losing horribly.
Ajay looked down at the plate in front of them and tilted their head. They didn't actually... know what was on it. It didn't seem like any devildom ingredients they knew, it all looked like things from the human realm if what they've read proved right, but that didn't make it look unappetizing. But It was still much different from what they were used to.
Mammon shot the teen a glance and raised a brow at the analytical eye they were shooting their food. "The food ain't poisoned, y'know?" He chuckled.
"I know, I just can’t identify what it is." Ajay shrugged.
Ryo stopped eating to look up from her plate. She quickly swallowed and pointed her fork at the teen with a questioning fanged smile. "You don't know what eggs, bacon, and toast is? That's just basic breakfast."
Silence fell over the table when Ajay slowly turned to Ryo with a confused frown. They glanced from Ryo, down the plate, then back to Ryo, and blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And then... "What exactly is... "breakfast?""
Ryo went slack-jawed, Grims eyes widened in disbelief, and Mammon almost choked on his food.
Himiko cleared her throat, causing each to sit straight up, and turned to Ajay. "Breakfast is the first meal of the day? It's where you get all of your vitamins, nutrients, and calories for the morning." The demoness explained.
Ryo leaned further out of her chair, examining Ajay with a skeptical eye. "I call bullshit," she nodded, "what have you been eating then??"
"Hm, I never asked. I wasn't exactly given..." Ajay gestured to their plate, "this. During mealtimes I was injected with a nutritional supplement, sometimes I would be hooked up to an IV."
A loud cough tied with the clatter of a fork hitting a plate startled everyone and Himiko looked over to see her husband recovering from almost choking on his food.
"Fuckin hell kid..." Mammon grumbled, slamming his fist to his chest. Himiko reached out and started to pat Mammon on the back while Ryo moved Ajays plate closer to them. She not-so-subtly moved their utensils closer to them as well, eyes glancing between the plate and the teen.
"Use the fork, it's the pronged one, it's used for stabbable foods." Ryo pointed to the utensil closest to Ajays hand and watched them pick it up before scooping up a piece of egg and eating it.
Himiko watched Ajay hesitantly chew before their pupils blew wide and their white eye glimmered with a striking red. She chuckled as she watched Ajay start eating faster, barely stopping to breathe. They hummed happily as they ate, even their eyes looked like they were glowing despite their expression never changing.
"Mmm, good!!"
Grims eyes widened as he watched the kid almost empty their plate in seconds, "Jeeeebus! They're almost as bad as me!"
"You ate rocks, bro." Ryo giggled, "no one will be as bad as you except for uncle Beel."
"Mhm," Himiko nodded, "Oh, Ryo, about that one arcade you and your friends used to go to. I hear they have new games too, it's a shame someone beat your DDR high score though."
"HUH?!" Ryo let out a loud gasp, almost loud enough that Grim could've swore she would start choking at any minute. She sat back down in seat and shoveled the last of her breakfast into her mouth with a pout, "I worked on that for MONTHS, uuuuuGGGHHHH."
Himiko looked around at the empty plates and nodded, "Well, since we've all finished our breakfast, go get dressed and be ready in thirty."
Ryo hopped up out of her seat and darted over to her room with Grim in toe. Mammon gave Himiko a kiss on the forehead before walking off to their shared room to get ready, leaving Ajay and Himiko by themselves.
"There should be some spare clothes in the closet that fit you."
"Huh?"
The chair squeaked against the floor as Himiko stood and gathered the plates in her hand and placed them in the sink. When she returned to the dining room, Ajay was still sitting in their seat. The teen tilted their head at the demoness as she walked in, this time raising a brow at them.
"Am I coming along...?" They asked, frowning in confusion.
"Yes? Of course you are, you're under my watch Ajay, I can't just leave you here alone. Now go get dressed."
That's when they felt it. A spike of stabbing pain tore through them, ripping its way down to their legs and into their soul. They bit down on their tongue to suppress a yelp as they stood. They gave Himiko a short nod, stopping when another bout of pain bloomed on their tongue.
Just as always.
"Yes Lady Himiko." They said, face black and voice empty. They turned on their heel and strode over to their room with a nod without looking back.
Himiko blinked as she watched the kid seemingly run off, "Okay..." She shrugged. She began walking to her room to get dressed but took one last look towards the guest room doors.
"I really should ask Diavolo where they came from..." She mumbled to herself, sighing before turning back towards her room.
"RIDE HENCHMEN! FOR THE NACHOS!! FOR THE GLORY!!"
"GRIM GET OFF-A ME!!"
Grim had decided to take a perch atop Ryos head, completely ignoring the twenty minutes of work that went into taming the damned thing. This earned the cat several swats until he finally settled on sitting on Ryos shoulder.
The smell of food and cheesy fries wafted through the air, along with the sounds of games and demons laughing both with and at each other. From somewhere out of sight, the sound of cheering was accompanied by tickets rapidly spilling out of the machine.
Ryo barely acknowledged the beaming grin on his face.
The arcade wasn't overly different from the human arcades Ryo went to while he attended NRC, it had the lights, the noises, the food, the extremely unhinged carpet, everything.
Including his old favorite, Devil-Dance Revolution.
"Now that, kid" Ryo threw an arm over Ajays shoulder and missed how they startled. He pointed towards the lit up machine with symbols on its floor pad and flashed Ajay a fanged grin, "that is DDR, one of the best games in this arcade, and I'm gonna show you how it's done."
Ajay glanced between the machine and Ryo before giving in with a nod. The princelet darted off towards the machine with a floundering Grim in toe. Mammon walked after them as a few more people surrounded the machine and Himiko approached their side.
The moment Ryo stepped foot on that machine, Ajay got the distinct feeling that he likely wasn't getting off of it any time soon. Their eyes, which were trained to track the speed of a lightning bolt, could barely keep up with how fast his feet flew to every beat. They heard Mammon, Himiko, Grim, and even a few other demons that gathered around cheering for the princelet.
It was much, much different from the lab. In fact, the noise from the crowd and smell from the food court nearby was almost loud enough to cover up the cry of a child from nearby.
Almost.
Ajays eyes flickered over to the sound for a moment. They caught a glimpse of a shorter demon, one much younger, lose a fight to a much older demon over a plush toy. They then frowned for a moment when they looked back over to where Himiko and Mammon were standing right in front of them.
Deep in the back of their mind, they heard a little whisper.
"That poor child, no one technically ordered you to stay close," A voice hummed, a second one following close behind.
"It wouldn't take that long to get the toy back anyway. A quick in and out, and no one will notice you're gone!"
Ajay felt their nails dig into their fist as they fought the urge to wander away. With the amount of trouble they were already in, they were lucky to be alive. They couldn’t just...
They shouldn't just leave...
"But that kid had her doll stolen. She's still crying, it had to have meant something to her. Go get it back."
And yet they couldn't find it in themself to fight it when they snapped their eyes away from the royal couple and a flash of blue shot through their vision. With a low pop, one that was likely covered up by the noise of the arcade, Ajays vision filled a row of games.
It didn't take Ajay long to find the thief, not when the scent of pure greed doused the trail they left behind. Slitted pupils locked onto unhuman yellow and Ajay felt claws slowly grow on their robotic arm. The thief snarled and sprinted towards the door, leaving Ajay behind in the arcade.
A glowing green soul hovered almost near their vision as Ajay swiftly strode towards the exit.
It wouldn't take them long to find the thief anyway.
Grim narrowed suspicious eyes on the new kid. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to follow, but it's not his fault he got curious about the person who can apparently teleport when they started acting weird. He had seen a lot of weird things during his time at NRC, especially with the overblots, but nothing like this before.
And they also walked off without telling anyone! With how new they were to breakfast, they definitely won't last long just wandering about the devildom by themself. So it was up to the great Grim to step up and protect them!
At least, that's what he told himself as he mumbled a rushed goodbye to Ryo, who hadn't missed a beat even when he waved Grim off, and flew after the kid through a row of Sci-Fi games.
The alleyways that twisted and turned around the arcades exterior were easier to map out than expected.
The dim lights of street lamps from the walkway lit the area well enough that Ajay didn’t have to rely on anything other than their eyesight. The same, however, couldn't be said for Grim. Despite the flames from his ears, he couldn't understand how his minion managed to live in the dark like this.
Ajay jolted to a stop just before turning a corner, waiting for the footsteps they had been following to slow down before turning their eyes behind them.
"Why are you following me?"
"GAH!!" Grim nearly leapt out of his fur when Ajay spoke for the first time in the last five minutes before deflating, "Aw man... I was being so sneaky too."
"...sure." the half demon whispered with a shake of their head, glancing back down the alleyway.
Grim frowned at the silence and crossed his arms, the kid had been so focused that they didn't bother to mention the lack of an answer. "You're a real tough cookie, aren't you." He remarked as he hovered near Ajays side.
The alley they were so focused on was damn-near pitch black. Even with his flamed ears, Grim couldn't see a thing. But he could pick up on the slight sound of rummaging paired with scuttling, plastic bags, and the clinking of... gems?
A glint of reflective light caught the corner of Grims eye and he glanced down to see Ajays robotic claws stretch out impossibly further and impossibly sharper.
"Yeesh, those things are sharper than mine-"
"Wha- WHO'S THERE." A gruff voice called, Ajay felt themself get yanked back by a pair of paws. "You snot nosed brat, you better not have followed me!"
"W-whoa, he sounds pretty pissed. You're not really gonna fight that guy, are you? You're pretty small-"
Before Grim had finished his sentence, a sound that neared on a pained shriek broke the barrier of silence that covered the alley way. His eyes shot to the empty spot where Ajay was just standing and a groan tore its way out of his mouth before he noticed.
He clearly had his paws full.
Ryo hadn't missed a beat in the past three songs he had clearly mastered.
Now normally Himiko would've been cheering right along with the crowd, definitely not louder than Mammon was but loud enough. However, one voice was missing from the crowd. Her child's beloved, and admittedly loud, cat.
"Ryo, where did Grim go?"
"Eh? I dunno," Ryo hummed, not missing a beat when the tempo picked up, "he said he was gonna follow Ajay or somethin'."
Himiko froze up and blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then snapped her gaze to the very clearly empty spot where Ajay was just standing moments ago. Her eyes then swooped around the area, between games and guests that wandered through the arcade, and she didn't catch even a glimpse of blue ears nor puffy black hair.
Fuck ...she lost the child under house arrest.
Himiko nodded with a strained smile and slowly turned around before speed walking over to her, still cheering, husband.
Mammon looked down as he felt a tug on his sleeve and frowned when he was met with panicked onyx eyes. Golden eyes scanned the area and locked onto his child before looking down at the lack of a threat.
"What's up treasure, what's wrong?"
"I lost the kid under house arrest!"
"You lost the- what?! The kids under house arrest?! For what?!"
"Breaking into the castle!"
"What the fu-"
"Last time I'm asking. Where. Is. The. Toy."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about kid!"
The demon pinned to the gravel ground could barely answer pass the wheezes he let out. Throughout the entire fight, he barely landed a scratch on the kid. One kick from them felt like a truck, and a punch felt like getting hit with a ton of bricks out of a rocket launcher. Even the monster behind them looked shocked.
He barely stood a chance.
"Final answer?"
"Yes!"
The child stood and finally took their foot off of the pinned demon's chest. And just as he was about to breathe in a sigh of relief, the sound of mechanical whirring and something powering up hit.
And he was staring right into a growing ball of light down their barrel of a hand.
Ajays white eye slowly clouded over with multiple colors, multiple sins. Their arm flashed just the same, each swirling to mix into a muddled mess of magic ready to launch. The panicking demon quickly scrambled backwards until he knocked over a trash can.
Grim looked away from the scene to see half of a red panda plush peeking out of the trash can, "Huh? What's this?" He mumbled.
Ajay glanced to the side before looking back down at the frightened demon. With a swift motion, they powered down their arm and knocked out the thief with one punch.
"That... would be the plush he stole."
"Is this what you were chasing him down for?" Grim asked, picking up the plush and turning it over to reveal a stormy purple gem sitting right on the animal's chest. "Why did you want this?"
"I don't want it." Ajay shrugged. They reached out to gently take the plush from the cat's claws to inspect it, "he stole it from a child back at the arcade... so I wanted to get it back."
"Oooh, okay. Could've at least explained it before wandering off. But this was another win for the great Grim!"
Ajay nodded along as the cat cheered to himself, even tilting their head in amusement as he pumped his paw into the air. The next thing Grim knew, the panda was placed back into his paws and Ajay nodded towards the end of the alley that led back to the sidewalk.
"You can go ahead if you want, I want to make sure he didn't steal anything else."
"Okay, Mx hero."
Grim floated ahead for a moment before freezing as a low whisper floated through the air. He couldn't make out what it meant, but a gasp of air came from behind him and he whipped around.
Only to see Ajay striding towards him, and the thief that was just on the floor was nowhere to be seen.
"Wha?! Did he escape that fast?!"
"The demon? I guess so..."
"Where'd Grim go?!"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out."
"Where'd the KID go?!?"
Ryo looked around the arcade for what was the fifth time that minute only to still come up empty in the search for Grim or the new kid. Not even the call of nachos brought the cat back, and that was concerning.
Himiko had almost reached for her phone to call Grim and Ajay, only to be stopped by the realization that neither of them actually had phones. None of the demons in the crowd watching Ryo play DDR saw them disappear either, only a few saw Grim fly off, but that was it.
"Nah, nothin'." Mammon huffed. His sprint around the arcade came up empty, and he swore he checked every inch of the place.
"Well they couldn’t have disappeared into thin air..." Himiko thought out loud.
The sound of a child cheering cut them off.
"Thank you so so much!!" The child cheered as she hugged the somewhat dirty plush to her chest as tight as she could. Her mother silently nodded to the two in thanks and waved over her shoulder
Silence spread over the two as they waved goodbye to the little girl, watching her carry her toy happily hand in hand with her mom.
"Another day, another heroic adventure for the great Grim!" The cat laughed from his place on Ajays shoulder.
"Hmm." Ajay stared forward with a neutral glare, raising five mechanical fingers where Grim could see as their arm whirred, a small ball of light appearing in their palm. "You have five seconds to get off my shoulder and continue living your long happy life, ready? 1, 2, 3, 4-"
"NYAAAAAAAA?!" Grim leapt up, tail almost slapping Ajay, and flew backwards towards where Himiko, Mammon, and Ryo were waiting on them.
Ajay shrugged and followed Grim, it's not like they could've attacked him anyway, a low voice spoke just loud enough for them to hear.
"Weapon mode on, Arm gun locked. Ryo is too close."
...now they didn't remember their guardians installing something like that.
A slap on their shoulders cut off their thought process and they jumped, turning to see Lord Mammon smiling down at them with a grin that didn't meet his eyes.
"So, ya broke into the castle, huh? What kinda bad bet was that?"
...damnit.
AN: Ajay getting up to no good with Grim my beloved.
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What songs do you associate with the characters?
Buckle up and prepare yourself for my varied/all-over-the-place taste in music.
About Damn Time - Lizzo (Primarily Jack, but can honestly bring anyone to mind)
Devil Woman - Cliff Richards (Crocodile/Sakazuki)
What About Us? - Brandy (Luffy, Borsalina, Crocodile etc.)
Self-Control - Laura Branigan (Eustass Glory)
Stalker's Tango - Autoheart (Doflamingo's obsession with Rosinante)
Party All the Time - Eddie Murphy (Dalmatian)
Midnight Sky -Miley Cyrus (Rosinante)
Snow White Queen - Evanescence (Both Rosinante and X Drake)
Hammer -Chiara Hunter (Usopp)
Sweet Love -Anita Baker (Crocodile/Sakazuki)
Mystery Lady - Masego & Don Toliver (Luffy/Kid)
A Lonely Night - The Weeknd (Penguin/Law)
A Place With No Name - Michael Jackson (Rosinante/Bastille)
I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead -The Cast of the Count of Monte Cristo (Borsalina/Zephyr)
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves - Cher (Soul Queen Brook)
Madness - Ruelle (Basil Hawkins)
Valsapena - Cirque Du Soleil: Alegria (Orignal Performance, not the newer performance) (Basil Hawkins)
Crazy About Her - Rod Stewart (Kaido/Jack)
Don't Stand So Close - The Police (Mihawk/Perona)
Fire In The Head - The Tea Party (Roger/Rayleigh)
Coming Back Again - The Tea Party (Sakazuki)
Master Passion Greed - Nightwish (Eustass Kid)
Heavy Metal (Take a Ride) -Don Fedler (Kaido/Jack)
Kiss You (When It's Dangerous) - Eight Seconds (Crocodile/Sakazuki)
The Haunting (Somewhere In Time) - Kamelot (Brook/Moria)
Carnival of Rust - Poets of the Fall (Law/Penguin)
Uninvited - Alanis Morissette (Brook/Moria)
Dance With Me - Debelah Morgan (Luffy/Kid)
The Fairy King - Ryan Louder & Ashley Serena (Moria)
Fun (feat. Chris Brown) - Pitbull (Kid/Luffy)
A Girl Like You - Edwyn Collins (Borsalina or Brook)
Dirty Work - Halestorm (Penguin/Law)
I Want It All - Karmin (Luffy/Kid or Crocodile/Sakazuki)
I Ran - A Flock of Seagulls (Who's-Who/Drake)
Poetry for the Poisoned, Pt. 2: So Long - Kamelot (Song about and Incubus has to be Mihawk/Perona)
Touch in the Night - Battle Beast (Crocodile/Sakazuki)
The Pot - TOOL (Kid and the Kid Pirates)
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i dont know anything about yu-gi-oh! would piper have pot of greed (<- the only card he knows)
IF ITS LEGAL YES.
Pot of Greed tends to be illegal like 99% of the time with like a less than 0% chance of it coming off of the banlist.
But like because it’s an AU I think he can get away with owning pot of greed.
#Ghetsis has 3 copies though#100%#piper plays by the rules although I cannot guarantee he wouldn’t recreate the “that’s what it do Yugi video#the vr chat one#just to fuck with people#slater voice (that’s what it do (opponent)) (he’s supporting Piper)#cheren piper#Numeron code
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Lordless: Patches the Trickster
(This is also a minor crossover with my Timeless Heretic AU. In short Sibyl’s adventure and Fenris’ happen in two different worlds, Fenris’ tale happens long before Sibyl is bound to Timeless Heretic’s version of The Land’s Between. The two worlds are out of sync, because time is convoluted, thus it is unlikely that Sibyl herself will make an appearance...unless requested.
Our boy Patches is a world hopping lesser Great One/Outer God of trickery and greed. Basically a nuisance across any and all worlds he appears in. So the Patches you see here is also the same man who will eventually find Sibyl stuck in her own world.)
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Patches made for an unlikely friend.
Fenris had stumbled into a cave for shelter from the rain, promptly dispatched the bandits that tried to ambush her, and then proceeded to make use of the small camp Patches had set up in a side tunnel of the cave.
The man had been surprised by seeing a Bloodhound Knight using his cooking pot, but she tossed him a small bag of runes and a note stating that if he left her alone, she would leave him alone.
Patches had chosen to stick around. He sat nearby, squatted really, and was observing her with a curious air about him.
“You know, you kind of remind me of someone.” Patches noted as the two of them waited for the soup Fenris was making to cook. “You ever meet a woman in a leather coat and a funny pointed hat?”
Fenris was confused but withdrew her chalk from the small pouch on her belt and scribbled down her reply on a nearby rock, and she hoped she was right.
Orange hair, sharp of wit, and nimbler than I?
“Yeah, Lady Sibyl, you heard of her then?” Patches asked and Fenris nodded. “Ran into her some years ago…you’re about as persistent as she is at any rate.”
Fenris snorted in amusement.
The Good Hunter was my mentor. She explained. Hailing from another world and another time, she taught me what she knew of the Art of Quickening, among other things.
Patches read her reply with a raised brow. “Oh, I see. Little wonder she’s world hopping again, she’s been a right mess ever since her little family of Hunters finally kicked the bucket.” He took a glance at the soup as he talked. “Lot more worlds than this one out there, no surprise that bleeding heart of hers led her to more meddling.”
Fenris nudged him with her elbow pointedly as her other hand scrawled out a message.
Oi! If her idea of fun is teaching a mutt like me a few things, then leave her be.
Patches moved back into a squat, hands raised in surrender. “I’m just saying, she’s too nice for her own good, going to get her in trouble one day.”
Fenris used a spare cloth to wipe away her previous messages to reply.
And your own meddling won’t cause you any trouble, Trickster?
“Do I have a reputation?” he said cheekily. “Did that old wolf tell you about me then? Good things I hope?”
That you wonder from world to world to swindle, scavenge, and con the inhabitants at your own leisure.
“Excuse you, I run a legitimate business!” Patches argued. “Not my fault most folks are greedy bastards that can’t see past the glint of a new trinket.”
She also said you can be a good ally once properly cajoled into cooperating. Fenris added.
The exasperated sigh and accompanying eyeroll he gave her as soon he read that made her grin.
“I can already tell, you’ll be a right arse.” He said. “Absolutely insufferable.”
But he didn’t shoo her away as so many others did. They both enjoyed the simple, hearty soup, and Patches talked her into buying a few things off him before she left.
If her tail were freed from the leather straps attached to the back of her underarmour, it would be wagging with how pleased she was.
#lordless au#timeless heretic au#elden ring#tarnished#patches the untethered#Also yes Fenris has a tail
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pot of greed this pot of greed that what about pot-au-feu ?
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Art#001 - Vs Dragon Rouge ArchDaemon
Caesar, l'un des personnages principaux d'Akopy.
Caesar est un garçon extravagant jouant un deck... uhm... supposément un deck démon...? est-ce vraiment un deck? on croirait plutôt qu'il joue l'entièreté de sa collection- hey! mais il y a même des cartes d'autres jeux dans cette pile! c'est à se demander comment une telle quantité de cartes peut même rentrer dans son duel-disk...
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Caesar's an extravagant theater kid wielding a... fiend... deck...
yea, a "fiend deck" right, definitely a "fiend" pile of cards, and definitely a "deck", clearly he's not just using every single card he owns, including cards from other games, of course (he literally absolutely definitely is using all cards he owns including cards from other games... come on Caesar, you can't use bill from pokémon as a 4th copy of pot of greed!! huh? what do you mean 5th copy??)
Masquant son intimidation, Caesar prit la main… mais regardant la sienne, il dût supprimer une grimace, avant de frapper 13 coups de son brigadier et annoncer avec assurance:
“Oyez, Oyez!! Faites place, Estimés Invités de l’Empereur!! Vous êtes aujourd’hui conviés pour une représentation unique!! L’histoire d’un brave Monarque descendu de lui-même au plus profond des enfers pour y contester le jugement dernier – et libérer son vassal.” Il plaça une carte dans la zone magie de terrain de son disque de duel... “Lum...” qui se bloqua.
Tous les regards étaient sur lui dans ce moment embarrassant. Visiblement, avant d’affronter son adversaire, il devait d’abord vaincre la merveille technologique à son bras. Il força, poussa, tira, poussa encore, tentant de refermer sa zone, mais rien n’y fit.
“Donnez moi juste un instant c’est normal...” assura-t-il, à présent frappant de toute ses forces contre le petit tiroir, qui restait immobile.
jusqu’à ce qu’il se referme en un disgracieux claquement. Une salve d’étincelles éclata du disque de Caesar, le faisant tituber en arrière avant de se rattraper, jeter rapidement un coup d’oeil autour de lui, et écarter ses bras:
“Lumière!!”
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J'ai décidé de poster Caesar avant même le chapitre 1 afin de permettre une petite preview d'un membre du cast, du fait que le chapitre 1 lui-même risque de prendre encore un bon moment avant d'être terminé. il n'est pas le seul personnage que je souhaite présenter sous forme de dessin à être terminé, il est cependant le seul que je souhaite présenter ce chapitre à être complété, et même dans le cas contraire, je préfèrerais garder le personnage suivant pour le chapitre!
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so usually i'd post art as the story goes, but chapter one is taking a huge while right, and i think caesar's art as a pièce de résistance of sort in the meantime is a nice thing to post, especially since he's pretty much the main protagonist of that chapter
not that it matters yet if you can't read french unfortunately but like
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Seeing Snakes
A Gorgon!Graham AU
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'I think you should turn right here.'
'No! Turn left!'
'We're going to bump into that plant!'
'Food? Where's the food?''
'I'm going to bite you all!'
Graham grabbed one of the snakes – Hisstopher, the angry one – and that got the rest of them to quiet down.
"You all are worse than a talking map," Graham muttered.
They all gave their apologies, 'Just trying to help…' 'Sssorry.'
Graham let go of Hisstopher, who immediately nipped at Graham's nose. 'No grab!' Hisstopher huffed. Graham rubbed Hisstopher's head, and that was just enough to calm him.
Graham leaned on a wall. After coming back from such a perilous undercover mission – a mission involving a desert prison run by greed-filled gorgons – Graham's gorgon disguise had grown on him. Quite literally, in fact, as that merchant's potion kept progressing until Graham could make eye contact with a bird and turn it to stone.
Following that mortifying experience, Graham couldn't bear looking at anyone. He wrapped bandages around his eyes, and moved purely off of other senses alone.
Other senses… and his snakes.
"Now, why don't you all coordinate and tell me what's in this hall?" Graham said, "I think I can figure out where to go next."
'There's a lovely plant pot in front of you.' Addy mentioned.
Ssteward added, 'Yes, I advise you to take a few steps away.'
Graham steps back a few paces. "Okay, what else?"
'Doors! I see lots!' Lima Bean rubs Graham's face.
'Doors and the sound of metal! An enemy?' Sir Pent flicks his tongue in the air.
Graham listens to the sound of metal clanging and something sizzling. "I don't think that's an enemy. I think that's…"
Gorgonzola gasps, 'Food?'
"Yeah, I think it's the kitchen," Graham chuckles, "We can go in if you all would like?"
They all nod and hiss in approval, so Graham follows the sizzling sound to the bustling kitchen. It's probably lunchtime by now, and the cooks are cooking up a storm. Graham tries his best to slip by unnoticed.
He hands them their preferred foods – eggs, sardines, cheese for Gorgonzola – except for Hisstopher, who refuses to eat anything else but a rat.
"You're going to go hungry, Hisstopher." Graham scolds.
Hisstopher slinks away behind Graham's ear.
The eyepatch snake, Patchy, tugs at Graham like a dog on a leash. 'Guards!'
"Hallo, Graham!" Larry greets. Kyle greets as well, "Hi!"
Graham's snakes happily flick their tongues. Graham bounces on the balls of his feet. "Hey there! What are you two doing here?"
Kyle exclaims, "We noticed you were here!"
"And we wanted to tell you about the party!" Larry adds.
'Party?' Addy leans forward.
"Huh, I didn't know there was a party." Graham hums.
Larry singsongs, "It's a dinner party!"
"And it's tonight!" Kyle chimes.
"Did no one tell you?"
"Ah, no, nobody told me…" Graham scratches his snakes under the chin. He mutters to them, "Would you all want to attend?"
'Maybe!' 'I love meeting new people!' 'Is there going to be food?' 'As long as it's not too loud.'
Graham giggles, "Yeah, they want to attend. However, I'm not sure I will." He rubs his wrists, "I don't know if I want to risk any incidents."
'It's worth it for the food!' Gorgonzola tugs at Graham.
"Besides, I might cause people to panic, or attack, or something worse." Graham tenses up.
Kyle gasps, "Well then, we'll tell people you've got a few scales and snakes when you want to come in!"
Larry pats one of Graham's snakes on the head. "They're cute, I think guests will love them."
Graham shrugs. One of the smaller snakes, Lima Bean, nudges Graham, saying, 'Just know we can leave any time. You haven't talked with people since you got back.'
A bit more confident and motivated, Graham nods. "Alright, I'll be coming."
Larry chuckles, "Great! Oh, by the way-"
"Bring your most stylish eyewear!" Kyle finishes Larry's sentence.
"It's a masquerade dinner party!"
The two march out of the kitchen. "See you there!"
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ummm wbw for conrad :)
jhdsfghj <3 my sonion...
B A S I C S
full name: Conrad Renals
gender: Guy. A dude.
sexuality: Bi! He always falls hard for his friends
pronouns: He/Him
O T H E R S
family: None currently known. He grew up with Growen, though
birthplace: Iospos Brooding Caverns
job: Well right now it's staying alive, haha! Does being a hemo-fugitive count?
phobias: For a guy who lives in a cave, he really hates the dark! Adult Trolls, the Martinet/seadwellers
guilty pleasures: Ramen Experament Night. Making a huge pot of instant ramen and putting whatever he can into it.
M O R A L S
morality alignment?: Lawful Good!
sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath
virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice
T H I S - O R - T H A T
introvert/extrovert: Introvert by need for survival... but if he's with his friends he's loud and boisterous !
organized/disorganized: Disorganized bedroom, but very mindful of public spaces
close minded/open-minded: Open minded!
calm/anxious: Anxious, so sos ososososooo anxious. about the dying.
disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable... maybe too agreeable
cautious/reckless: Cautious
patient/impatient: It depends! He'll wait on Growen forever, but if his newest video game isnt downloading it's the WORST
outspoken/reserved: Outspoken, usually blurting things out.
leader/follower: Follower... but could be a leader if he believed in himself
empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic
optimistic/pessimistic: Pessimistic due to his environment, but naturally an optimistic person
traditional/modern: Modern
hard-working/lazy: Hard working for two hours tops a day... then he's lazy
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
otp: SARLLA<3CONRAD SOULMATES!!!
ot3: Sarlla/Conrad/Brusli. They just fit really well together
brotp: AISSIL IS HIS BROOOO HIS BEST FRIEND1!!
notp: Darvin, he's his brother in human aus. otherwise... hm... Conrad/Aniese. Its just weird!
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#WLST#When Lightning Strikes Twice#pot of greed au#pot of greed: extra deck#jun manjoume#chazz princeton#johan andersen#jesse anderson#jaden yuki#judai yuki#competitorshipping#jewelshipping#wip
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More blobby boys!! (stay tuned for information on reusable peel and restick greed blob stickers!!)
#Greed#blob#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#Fullmetal alchemist#Homunculus#au#cute#Yugioh#Pot of greed#The Avaricious#fmab#Fma
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No Harm List | Pt. 12
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: mafia au, fluff, violence
Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is one of the most powerful crime lord’s heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: violence, alcohol, mention of drugs, borderline smut
Wordcount: 10.3k+
Beta reader: @punkisnotdead2318
A/N: So I thought I posted this last week but it didnt work! so lets try this again! Please like, comment, and reblog!
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J-Hope was on the seventh floor of the Lumi hotel along the main street of Alcor’s garden district. He watched through the sight on his gun as bright-colored convertibles inched by for the parade. The streets were packed, lined with masses of people cheering and begging for shiny, free plastic to be tossed their way.
“Three minutes until showtime.” Suga’s voice buzzed in the earpiece.
“Got it,” J-Hope said as he adjusted the long-range gun on his shoulder, waiting for the red convertible, containing his target, to inch a little closer. He was a large pot-bellied man with a winning smile and immaculately styled hair. Yet, despite his handsome, aging face, even from a distance, J-Hope could see how his blue eyes gleamed with greed.
J-Hope had thoroughly built his notorious reputation as one of the best sharpshooters in Alcor, possibly the entire nation of Kros, over the years and was often hired out to do work outside of BTS for other organizations and politicians.
He’s selective about what missions he accepts. He learned his lesson after he lost his sister, and since then, he built his trade with care. Taking the time to understand his clients and their motives. J-Hope learned the hard way what it cost to be a mindless soldier behind a gun and what happens when the family members of his more dangerous victims seek revenge. He has sworn never again to make the mistake of pulling the trigger under unquestioned orders. He would not let one of his loved ones face the consequences of his actions. Even the transactions of his payments are more secure than they were before to ensure theirs no trail for anyone to follow back to his trigger. He requires the payment to be made in advance through the Bulletproof casino. The hefty sum is loitered through the business to prevent any evidence from being traced back to him or his family.
After some intensive research, J-Hope couldn’t deny that he was excited about the mission RM gave him. It was ideal. He was making a scene but causing no loss of life.
Tate Hyde was a local asshole politician, worried about his re-election since an opposing smear campaign against him had gained traction in Alcor. After dubbing him “tater tot,” his approval rates and ego have both deflated, so he hired out J-Hope to make a ‘public attempt on his life’ during a parade celebrating the opening of the new school.
‘Tater tot’ thinks being attacked during one of his few selfless acts will stir up some good press.
Luckily, J-Hope’s pay wasn’t dependent upon the outcome of the public's reaction or re-election.
“One minute,” Suga’s voice crackled in his ear.
J-hope asked “Did you take down the cameras?”
While a scene like this is staged, it’s for nothing if it doesn’t seem real. And lucky for BTS, stirring up some trouble in the Garden District would take some heat off of BTS, or at least spread the cops thin, turning their focus on protecting local politicians and, as a result, getting less of them to look into the shooting at the Bulletproof.
The Black Tips also managed a few of the construction projects in the area. Any increased investigation on active gangs in the area might be bad for their business, and right now, BTS was taking any swing they could at the Black Tips.
Namjoon was willing to play the game and tear them down brick by brick.
“Rolling on loop now,” Suga confirmed.
J-hope still has to get himself out of the area without being caught, so Suga came for backup. He’ll be taking down any surveillance that could pick up his identity and help him navigate his way out of the building.
J-Hope aimed and let out a warning shot first, making sure to lodge it in the trunk of the convertible so it wouldn’t hit any witnesses. Piss poor aim was another way to protect his identity J-Hope thought smugly to himself.
The politician dove for his wife, covering her body with his own.
“Fuck” J-Hope cursed under his breath, his chance of a clean shot diminishing as he now had to account for his bullet going through the man and hitting something vital on his wife. The car stopped moving, and the crowd was already in a frenzy with guards running up to assess the situation.
“Take the shot, Hope they’re already heading for your building.” Suga’s voice ordered in his ear.
Aiming for the man’s shoulder, J-Hope fired before turning from the window quickly before a cop could identify the source. If the wife gets hit, it’s the bastard’s fault for moving closer to her.
“Stay calm,” Suga reminded as J-Hope broke down the gun quickly, making a mental note to clean it later as he tucked it in the compact case before sliding on the backpack.
He stepped out of his hotel room and into the hall, looking just as concerned as the other pedestrians in the area before carefully making his way to the main exit. Sticking to a crowd was the safest way to stay inconspicuous.
Then his phone rang.
“Hello?” He answered brightly, expecting it to be Suga online, providing him with a bit of extra coverage.
“Hi, Mr.Jung, we just wanted to let you know that Y/N has about 30min left in her procedure if you want to make your way over,” a cheery voice greeted.
“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, confused
“Y/N’s wisdom teeth removal. Everything’s fine; we would just like for the guardian that escorts her home to be here when she wakes up for a quick debriefing on further care.” The nurse responded in a sing-song voice, “It says here you consented to be responsible for her? We have her signature.”
Fuck.
“Hope?” Suga questioned softly from the Bluetooth piece in his other ear. “The cops are in the building. Take the stairs.” He ordered
J Hope turned away from the elevators and headed for the stairs as he continued to speak with the nurse on the line, “Yeah, I actually can’t be there. Is there any way you can send her home, and I can come by later for the instructions?” He asked hesitantly
“Sir, she is under anesthesia. She shouldn’t drive for the next 24 hours. I doubt she’ll be able to walk out of the building.” The woman’s voice turned harsh.
“Hope” Suga’s voice was a warning in his ear as he tracked the receiver’s line.
Hoseok looked over his shoulder to see the cops coming off the second set of elevators, and he picked up his pace as he made his way to the stairs.
“Please remain calm; we need everyone to return to their rooms.” An officer announced.
Hoseok made a break for the stairwell.
“Hey!” A voice shouted at him.
“I’llsendsomeonetogogetherbye!” J-Hope hung up his phone as he started to race down the stairwell. “Suga, we have a problem,” he panted as he heard the door fly open behind him and a set of footsteps storming after him.
“You have a few problems...” His partner growled in his ear.
“Can you link Jimin in the call?”
“You really want to find Y/N a babysitter right now?” He asked incredulously.
“I don’t want her to wake up alone!” He defended as he jumped the railing and landed on the third flight of stairs, ripping the door open and running down the hall, pulling the first fire alarm he saw.
“A fire alarm, really?” Suga sighed as he dialed Jimin.
J-Hope listened to the dial tone while surveying the hall as people began flooding out of their rooms. Then, turning into the first room left open and unattended, he slammed the door shut behind him and went straight for the window, praying for a fire escape.
There was not a fire escape.
“Hello,” Jimin’s voice greeted him in his ear.
“Do you think I can make a three-story drop without breaking my legs?” J-Hope asked in lue of greeting.
Jimin didn’t miss a beat, “Depends. Does the building have high ceilings? Is it a tall three stories or, like, a shitty motel three stories?”
“Uh, definitely tall,” J-Hope said as he leaned out the window before spotting the fire escape further down the building. Eyeing the decorative ledge on the side of the hotel, he stepped up on the windowsill, testing the integrity. “Got it. Can you pick up Y/N from the dentist?” He asked distractedly.
The younger man stated his confusion with a hum.
“I kinda forgot about her wisdom teeth surgery, and I’m kinda caught up.” J-Hope grabbed at the divot in the building’s bricks as he leaned on his leg out the window, his heart stuttering in his chest.
“I’m sorry, dude, I’m in the lab right now, and I can’t leave for at least three hours,” There was a faint sizzling noise in the background, and Jimin cursed as he scrambled to his work table, “make that four hours.” He added.
“Damn, alright. Suga called Jin.”
“Jin has a meeting this afternoon. He can’t. And V went into deep cover.” Suga replied, ending the call with Jimin.
“Call JK,” he asked, his voice now wavering as he scaled his way across the building, nails cracking with how they harshly gripped the grout and stone.
How did JK and V make this look so easy when they do shit like this?
Suga muttered his disapproval and something along the lines of ‘Might as well let Y/N’ choke on her blood,’ but did as his partner requested. J-Hope was near the fire escape trying to center himself as he reached his right foot out for its edge.
Jungkook picked up on the third ring.
“Yo, I need a favor-” J-Hope's sentences cut off with a yelp of fright as the ledge beneath his left foot crumbled.
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Jungkook fidgeted as he followed the nurse into the post operations room. He had just woken up after pulling an all-nighter with a task force to sabotage two of the Black Tips construction sites when he got the call from Hoseok tasking him with picking you up and watching over you for the rest of the evening. Since the kiss over a week ago, he has barely seen you, working day and night with RM to recover from the shooting and the warehouse raid. He was so caught up in the gang's affairs that he forgot that you were even getting your wisdom teeth removed.
You and Jungkook have only seen each other in passing at the bakery once in over a week, where the two of you had an uncomfortably short and awkward conversation and made the mutual agreement not to let the others find out about the kiss. Mainly for Jungkook’s safety because he was pretty sure Hoseok would use him for target practice if he found out. Jimin was sworn to secrecy and Taehyung...
Well, that was another conversation Jungkook was due to have but dreaded approaching.
He still felt queasy at the thought of having to talk out his feelings with his brother. But V had insisted he was fine and was quick to volunteer himself to go under deep cover to keep a better eye on the Black Tips from the 6th ward. As a result, no one in the inner circle has seen him in four days. Only Jin, who got daily reports from his cousin, had a clue where he was each day.
And while Jungkook would always worry for his brother's safety, he was relieved to have V out of the picture, especially while he was still trying to figure his own feelings out.
If he was honest with himself, Jungkook let his work keep him away this week. He didn’t even know what to say to you or how he was supposed to feel after the kiss.
Saints, that kiss was amazing.
He knew one thing: he liked you, a lot and he loved spending time with you, but he had no clue how the kiss impacted your relationship. He didn’t know if he could have a relationship beyond what the two of you already had. Or if he was capable of giving you the affection and support you deserved.
Jungkook has had partners and flings in the past, but none of them went very deep. They were mostly other members of BTS whom he trained and had a short fling with until they got settled in their assignment and realized they wanted someone more emotionally available to call a partner. Once the thrill of dating a gang member wore off, he had a hard time keeping the attention of any female in his life.
And that was on a good day. Now, Jungkook was navigating the beginnings of a gang war, and you were trying to finish medical school. How could either of you even try for a relationship? Especially when your dreams and ambitions conflicted so much. Jungkook shot people and sold drugs. Your job was to help people recover from the damage he inflicted. Any thoughts of being with you triggered a moral dilemma he often worked himself to mind-numbing exhaustion to avoid thinking about.
You were still fighting the effects of the anesthesia when the nurse-led Jungkook into the room. Slouching in a wheelchair with your head drooping a little too far to the right, your cheeks were so puffed up from the swelling and cotton that it was past the point of adorable and more comical.
You were also drooling.
“Y/N, your friend is here to take you home.” The nurse cooed at you as if she were talking to a child. You sat upright immediately, grimacing as you attempted a smile but your eyes squinting to show your excitement all the same.
Jungkook stood awkwardly in the doorway with a small bag of your items from the nurse in one hand and a can of soup in the other, not knowing what to do with himself. Jungkook was clueless about what to expect when Hoseok called him. He just knew he ate soft foods after he got his cavity filled once and figured you might want soup if you were hungry.
You let out a muffled “Hoobiii” as you tried to stand.
“Shh, not yet.” The nurse said, pushing you gently to sit down. You were still squinting, and that's when JK remembered that your glasses were in the small bag of your things along with your cell phone, wallet, and earrings.
“She had some trouble waking from the anesthesia, but she seems fully responsive now. It’s normally about an hour or so before the effects wear off, but you’re welcome to take her home after your briefing.” The nurse explained with a sweet smile as she wiped the drool from your chin carefully. Jungkook just nodded blankly, still concerned by the swelling in your cheeks.
He’s never seen anyone after wisdom teeth removal. He remembers a few stories from RM caring for Suga, mainly because RM was a terrible caretaker, and Suga got dry socket.
“I can’t feel my face,” you informed him as he got closer.
The nurse was quick to give him a run down. Pain pills and antibiotics twice a day, no talking for at least today, soft food, no staws (you were quick to tell the nurse that straws kill turtles), try to be elevated when you sleep, the list goes on and on. Jungkooks thumbs couldn’t type the notes down on his phone fast enough. She handed him a pamphlet and assured him Google had plenty of answers, and if not, he could call at any time. And then they were getting ready to wheel you into the hall.
Jungkook quickly fumbled for your glasses, slipping the frames on your face. You blinked at the adjustment before looking up at him and promptly turning distraught.
To his utter terror, you started crying.
“Y-you’re not Hobi. Where's Hobi?” You demanded, finally able to see his face clearly.
“Y/N, it’s okay. Hobi asked me to pick you up! It’s fine. We’re going to have so much fun!” Jungkook leaned to your level, trying to console you. The nurse sighed at the inconvenience.
“I never have fun with you,” you accused with a pout trying to roll your wheelchair away from him. The drool spilling from your mouth was now tinted a slight pink as you started to irritate the stitches.
Jungkook looked up pleadingly at the nurse who shrugged, “be more fun” she suggested with a smirk as if she was enjoying your meltdown. Jungkook sighed and tried to barter.
“C’mon princess, don’t you wanna go home? We can eat soup.”
“Ion wan your soop!” You nearly wailed.
“We can get popsicles”
You froze instantly, and Jungkook wanted to laugh, even in your post-drugged state, your sweet tooth was the leading factor in your decision making. Unbelievable.
“You should actually minimize the sugar,” the nurse said blandly.
You were crying again.
Jungkook glared at the nurse accusingly. “You can have sugar princess. Come on let’s go home.” He cooed at you, brushing your hair away from your face.
The nurse steered the chair to the front and waited with you while Jungkook pulled the car around. He supported most of your weight as he transferred you from one seat to the other and buckled you, which triggered a fierce burning from the injury in his arm. You were still shivering from the anesthesia wearing off, so he leaned to his backseat, cluttered with textbooks and takeout wrappers, and grabbed his spare hoodie he always kept for you and laid it across your lap. By the time he buckled himself into the driver’s seat you were nuzzling into the jacket, and he found it adorable even if the gray fabric was noticeably absorbing your spit.
Jungkook put on some music as he began planning his next steps. First, he needed to go to the pharmacy to pick up your meds. Then, he should probably secure some soft food for you to eat. He had a feeling you would need more than a can of soup for the next three days.
He also promised you a popsicle, and after referring to the pamphlet and seeing sugar wasn’t banned, the nurse was just a terrible person; he intended to get you that fucking popsicle.
Then, he supposed he would take you home? Which was on the second floor of a building without an elevator. And you couldn’t even hold yourself up to get from the wheelchair to the car. Jungkook knew he could probably carry you up the stairs, but that could require you to sit still, which you were not doing one bit in his car.
He was also terrified that his left arm wouldn't be able to support you fully, he was still healing from the bullet that grazed him last week. Not to mention the other fears of being alone with you and not knowing a damn thing about how to care for a sick person. He was so clueless, he was categorizing you as sick because he didn’t know what the hell to call a post-dental surgery person. Jungkook supposed he could go to the Den, they did have spare bedrooms there, and Namjoon and Jin would be there tonight to help make sure you didn’t die.
During his mental debate, you started singing along to the music, the cotton protruding slightly past your lips, it was endearing for all of half a chorus until he saw the pink tinge to your mouth again and remembered you were not supposed to be talking right now.
He quickly changed the song and challenged you to a humming game, hoping that somehow any use of your vocal cords didn’t damage your battered mouth.
Everything was fine again when he pulled up to the pharmacy. You were humming and lightly running your fingertips over your lips as they slowly gained the sensation back, a mesmerized look in your eyes. So he deemed it safe to leave you in the car while he ran in to grab your meds, hopefully, some soft food, and some extra gauze for your mouth.
What he wasn’t anticipating was for you to pull your hand away from your mouth after poking at it a little too hard, biting down on the cotton as you winced and squeezing some of the absorbed blood out of it.
You were horrified when you saw the blood on your fingertips, flicking your tongue along your lip to confirm that you were in fact bleeding.
And then you were crying, a horrible inconsolable cry as you registered the dull ache in your mouth, and the fact that you were bleeding and going to die soon. You felt like you were choking on your own tongue as you pulled bits of bright red cotton from between your lips without a clue of how it got there.
Jungkook was horrified when he returned to the car taking in the blubbering mess you were in. Then, running to your side of the car, he knelt down to your level, desperate to console you.
“Hey, hey, hey, you’re fine, it’s okay,” he tried to sooth you. You blinked down to him as your lashes wet and clumped with tears.
“Koo- Kookie, I’m bleeding blood.” You offered as an explanation while trying to pull more cotton from your mouth; you were a mess of blood, spit, and tears.
After some time, he convinced you to calm down and worked some of the cotton back into your mouth, praying that it wouldn’t lead to some kind of infection from touching it. And telling himself, he’ll change it out as soon as he gets to the Den.
He sent Jimin a text to bring you a popsicle after his work and another message to Jin and Namjoon to give them a heads up before making his way home.
You must have tired yourself out from the crying because you fell asleep in the short commute from the pharmacy and didn’t seem to be budging when Jungkook pulled into the garage. Sticking your personal things into the grocery bag from the pharmacy, he unbuckled you and squatted down to work his arms under your knees, and pulled you out of the car. Careful not to bump your head against the low roof.
You were dead weight in his arms, and instantly the wound on his bicep burned at the strain but he clenched his teeth, focusing on breathing and not hitting your head on anything as he made his way to the door. Jungkook managed to use your legs to help him open the door, and then he was laying you down on the couch in the living room, where you remained snoozing and unphased.
Jungkook felt the stinging in his arm and knew he would have to change both of your dressings soon, but first, he wanted to read through the directions on the pamphlet one more time to make sure he didn’t miss any steps.
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“How is she?” Jin asked softly as he made his way into the living room.
The elder was still dressed in slacks and a button-up, his tie loosened around his neck, and Jungkook knew he came to check in between meetings.
“Okay, I think, we just got in, but I need to change her dressing,” Jungkook answered as he washed his hands.
Jin eyed the pill cutter on the counter and the pill sorter next to it. Jungkook must have been getting all your medication together in advance, so he didn’t miss anything.
“You’ll do fine. Once the wounds clot give her some teabags to pack in her cheeks, it helps with the swelling,” Jin encouraged, noticing the Youtube video tutorial playing softly on his phone, explaining the process of how to change the gauze.
Jungkook nodded moving, to the couch to wake you.
“Can you stay for a minute? I made her cry earlier.” Jungkook asked hesitantly.
Jin nodded, following the younger’s lead as he made his way in the living room and tapped you softly to wake you.
“Ella, you gotta wake up,” Jungkook sang in a sing-song voice.
You cracked your eyes open, disoriented, and Jin had to stifle a laugh at the sight of your chipmunk cheeks as you sat up.
“Can you take some medicine for me?” Jungkook asked, moving to cup the pills in your hand.
“If it’s for you, you should take it, Kook.” You mumbled back.
“You know what I mean, silly,” he insisted as he guided the medication to your mouth. You eyed him suspiciously like you didn’t know what he meant, but you didn’t resist as he pressed the bottle of water against your lips.
“Hey, that's my boss!” You informed as you noticed Jin.
“Y/N, good morning. I heard you got your wisdom removed. How does it feel to be less wise?” Jin teased. You blinked owlishly up at him as you connected his words. Less wise? Shit, you really did get your wisdom removed.
Your eyes watered as the emotion bubbled up your throat, and you let out a quiet sniffle. Jungkook swore under his breath as he raced for you.
“I told you to be careful, she's really sensitive.” You were full-on crying now, hiccuping your ragged breaths. “Ella what’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing your arm soothingly.
“I-I wanna be a doctor, but who wants a wise-less doctor. I have no wisdom to help them!” You sobbed in despair.
Jungkook glared at Jin, who could only smile sheepishly at your outburst. It seems the anesthesia was still taking its toll. The nurse had warned the side effects would make you emotional.
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Watching over you was easier than Jungkook thought; once he got all your prescriptions sorted into one of those plastic pill sorters he picked up from the pharmacy, you mainly just slept.
You rode a pain pill haze most of the afternoon, drifting in and out of consciousness.
The room you were in was dim but not too dark or silent. You were tucked under a pile of blankets and a pillow that smelled like the best detergent.
You remember being woken up by Jungkook a few times, all soft bunny smiles and whispers as he tried to keep you calm and help you sit up so you could take your medicine, then trying to change the dressing in your mouth as gently as possible. He flinched as the tender movements still made your eyes water, but you nodded at him encouragingly as you gripped the edge of your shirt to ground yourself. Finally, he offered you food, but you drifted off before you could ever get around to eating it.
At one point, you woke up to a sweet, burning smell and looked over to see a kitchen next to you and Jungkook cursing as he moved a pot from the stove to the sink. You tried to smile at the moment, but it made your mouth ache, so you tucked yourself into your pillow and tried to sleep the pain away.
It was hours later when you woke fully to the squeaking sound of someone washing windows. You were prepared to ask Kook to clean more quietly, but when you sat up from the couch, you were met with the sight of Jin and Namjoon sitting at the breakfast bar.
It took a moment for you to get your bearings, and you realized you were on the first floor of the Den, not your home. By the look of the books on the table, you figured Jungkook brought you in here to watch you while he did homework.
You felt like a mess with dried tears making your swollen cheeks feel stiff. You don’t even know if you can do your skincare in this state. The thought of breaking out and having a fat AND pimply face made emotions bubble up and bring tears to your eyes. You tried to blink them away. Was it normal to be so emotional after a surgery?
Jungkook’s face lit up as he noticed you rise. “Oh, good, you’re awake,” he said with a smile. “I need to change your dressing soon,” he clarified, getting up to go wash his hands.
He was gentle as he removed the blood-soaked cotton out of your mouth before moving to work the clean gauze in.
His brows furrowed in concentration, and for a moment, you were mesmerized by him. The way his dark hair framed his features, you didn’t realize how long it had gotten over the months. You wondered if you could tie it back with a hair tie if you tried.
He had a small scar under his eye. You once asked him how he got it, expecting some cool story of his rising years in BTS, and remembered how he grinned as he explained Taehyung literally threw a video game controller at his face in a more intense session of Mario Kart.
Your eyes traveled down his face, taking note of the small mole just under his full bottom lip. His lips were..
“Ow!” Jungkook yelped, jerking his hand away as you bit down. Namjoon and Jin turned to the commotion as Jungkook demanded, “Why did you bite me?”
“Because you’re an idiot,” you sneered—your displeasure written on your face despite the swelling in your cheeks.
Jungkook looked at you shocked, “What’d I do?” he demanded, offended.
“You kissed me, then ran off and played mobster for a week.”
Jungkook blanched at your accusation, “Y/N,” he warned, looking pointedly at their two spectators.
But it was too late; the fog in your mind had cleared, and your emotional dam had cracked as the last effects of your pain pill had worn off. Your eyes teared up; all the sadness, confusion, and insecurity of the past week without him converted itself into a rage as you leaned to shove him away from you.
“When you said you wanted to take your time with me, I didn’t think you meant texting me back.”
Jin choked on his drink at the accusation, and Jungkook had the decency to look ashamed for ghosting you. He opened his mouth to apologize when Jimin burst into the doorway.
“I bought popsicles!” He announced in a sing-song voice as he entered the room. “What's wrong? Did Namjoon make you cry?” Jimin asked at the sight of your disheveled state.
Namjoon argued the accusation as you blinked up at Jimin, your eyelashes still clumped with tears.
“I want to go home.” You said in lue of a response.
Jimin’s smile faltered as he looked between you and Jungkook, who still sat on the floor. Then turning to Jin and Namjoon for a better read of the room, Jin gave a subtle nod, and with that confirmation, Jimin didn’t hesitate to stoop and grab your things off the coffee table, dropping them in the grocery bag of popsicles.
“I love a good sleepover. Can you walk, princess?” His words were bright and bubbly, dismissing his distressed brother, who sat silently on the floor.
You nodded with a sniffle, working yourself into a standing position. Jin handed Jimin all of your medications that were already sorted neatly into a pill divider by Jungkook earlier that day.
With a quick smile and a wave of farewell to the others, Jimin led you out to his car with no questions asked.
“I’ll get your medication schedule from Jungkook later; you don’t have to worry about a thing,” Jimin assured as you both buckled in.
You didn’t want to talk about it once you got home and settled on your bed, and Jimin didn’t push; he could infer what had upset you from what he observed at the bakery this past week or the lack of what he saw.
Jimin had noticed the way you walked in, beaming as bright as the sun the day after the kiss. And how it faltered slightly after Jungkook came in for a quick rendezvous in the supply closet. He watched as your smile faded completely and insecurity ate your good spirit up as the week went on, silent on his end.
Jimin wasn't one to medal in his friend's business. That’s a lie. He’s a no-good busy body. But in this case, in particular, Jimin was careful not to push; he was aware of the delicacy of the situation and how much stress Jungkook was under at the moment. But the way he had completely ghosted you this past week made him want to grab his friend by the ear and drag him to your house to apologize. If Jimin had any clue the choices for picking you up from your wisdom teeth removal were between himself and his shit head of a friend, Jimin would have left the lab to burn without a second thought. Research be damned.
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Four short days later, you found yourself returning to a sense of normalcy as you unlocked the entrance to Sugar Daddy. You were granted a soft open, thank heavens, and only had to come in at 6 am, but even after nearly 5 days of nothing, but sleep you found yourself yawning as you battled with the key.
“Jimin,” you called as you entered the dark shop, surprised to see the front cabinets were empty, and the air smelled of baking bread instead of the sweets that were usually in the oven by now.
He must have been running behind schedule.
You hope he didn’t stay up too late after checking in on you yesterday evening. Then, your worry shifted to guilt at the thought that you might have interrupted his evening routine. He had sacrificed so much of his personal time to come and check on you and keep you company between shifts.
“Jimin?” You called, making your way to the kitchen, relieved to see the ovens were at least running. A quick scan of the kitchen showed no sign of your co-worker, but the counters were messy for Jimin’s work, and for a second, you wondered if you misread the schedule.
That's when you noticed the door open in the back.
It was a solid metal door labeled maintenance. You had no clue what was behind it but never bothered to ask because it was never open.
You made your way towards it cautiously, one voice in your head reminding you, you were in a bakery and would be fine, and the other taunting you that you were in a gangster bakery and to always be prepared for surprises.
Your heart pounded its way up to your throat as you approached the cracked door, careful to make your footsteps quiet as possible.
“Ella,”
You gasped in shock as Jimin appeared in your line of vision, cracking the door open a little wider to see you.
“Jimin, you scared the shit out of me,” you breathed one hand on your chest. His mouth quirked into a small smile that seemed to say, ‘my bad.’ “What are you wearing?” You questioned the thick gloves and safety goggles on his head.
Jimin grimaced.
“It’s personal protection equipment,” he started to explain.
“Yes, I know what PPE,” you said with a roll of our eyes. You had worn the equipment plenty of times in your chemistry labs in college, “Why are you dressed like your about to go to the lab?” you questioned.
Jimin grinned sheepishly, “Because you’re in my lab?” he offered as an explanation.
Jimin thought your eyes might bulge out of their sockets as you pushed past him and took in the intensive research lab behind the metal door.
It makes sense given the dimensions of the building. You guess the kitchen didn’t quite fit it, but you were still shocked and showed a little bit of fear of working amid explosives all this time.
Everything was starting to make sense; this is what the gangster bakery was hiding. You thought back to the chemistry books you saw in Jin’s office, and the odd hours Jimin always seemed to be working.
“How do you even know how to do all this?” You asked, a little in awe as you took in the different devices that lined the walls, and the bubbling beakers along the counters.
Jimin smiled ruefully, “I’ve always had a natural talent for it. Some people work well with numbers or orders. For me, it’s chemicals that connect the world and make it the way it is,” he explained bashfully.
“Yeah, but do you Google how to make bombs and just go for it, or did someone teach you?” You asked.
Jimin tilted his head as if contemplating his answer before he turned back the beakers, turning down the flames and scribbling down a few notes.
“It’s a bit of a long story. We should probably talk in the kitchen,” Jimin offered in response as he finished whatever it was he was doing and made his way back to the bakery.
It was quiet as you both set to work unloading the baked goods out of the ovens and putting them on the cooling rack. Jimin grabbed a tray of cookies ready to be iced and handed you a piping bag with a smile.
“Just glaze them. They don't need to be pretty,”
You rolled your eyes before snatching the bag from him and starting to carefully trace the perimeter of the oval-shaped sugar cookies, laying down a base coat for Jimin to later design.
“I was kind of a protege back in the day,” he offered, finally breaking the silence. “Ya know, the small-town country kid who was good at math and science. I got accepted in some big STEM boarding school in East Alcor; I was surrounded by students who wanted to cure cancer or end climate change. Some really inspired me, but most were my rivals. The program was competitive, we were constantly pinned against each other for performance reviews. They would do a big review, lots of tests, and a research presentation at the end of the year. I was 16, and working on a thesis. If you didn’t do well you got cut and sent home. I didn’t want to disappoint my family like that. I couldn’t stand the thought of not being enough, so I became too much.” He said with a shrug.
He stayed quiet, and for a moment the two of you just focused on icing the cookies as you gave him space to gather his thoughts and decide whether or not to tell you more.
You glanced up and met his gaze. Then, saw the invitation to ask, “How did you end up in BTS?”
You waited for his face to fall, for the deep sadness that brought him here to surface as it did for Taehyung or Hoseok any time you asked about their pasts.
But Jimin smiled a crooked little smile that was better classified as a smirk as he started talking. “I wanted to set myself apart from the others, and as I said, chemistry came naturally to me. I knew that I could make something big. Have some kind of breakthrough if I had enough time, so I broke into the labs at night to work on my own research for my second year. The goal was to create a more isolated explosive that you could control or manipulate for small-scale construction projects or even disaster relief.” He explained.
You swallowed nervously, able to predict where this was going.
“It’s kinda handy if you think about it. Especially in Alcor, where construction and development happen so quickly, it would be an easy way to clear roads or old districts with mostly vacant buildings.” he continued, and you admired how his eyes lit up in excitement. It was work he was passionate about, proud to talk about. Somehow calling him an arsonist like most of the inner circle referred to him as seemed like an oversimplification of all he was capable of. He was a chemist and a visionary.
“So, what happened?” You prompted, wanting to keep him on track. As much as you would love to discuss his passions, the bakery did open in less than an hour.
This time Jimin’s face did fall, “I made a miscalculation, and it blew up in my face. Literally. I almost lost my arm from the impact of the explosion,” he paused for a second, worming his arm out of his shirt to show a band of wicked scarring along his left shoulder and down his arm.
You gaped at the brutal injury. By the look of the scarring, the burn wasn’t treated or healed properly. It hadn’t occurred to you until now that Jimin wore exclusively long sleeve shirts. Only rolling up his sleeves to a portion of his forearm where the thinner scars could be dismissed, especially compared to the stark tattoo on his inner forearm.
“And the school lost half an entire wing of the building. So naturally, I was sent to juvie.”
“So you joined a gang in a juvenile detention center?” You asked in disbelief.
At the accusation, Jimin laughed. “Technically, yes, it’s pretty brutal in there. But not BTS. Namjoon got word of some mad scientist sent to juvie and thought it sounded like a waste of potential. So he sent Taehyung there, who posed as a prisoner, my roommate actually, and he offered me a way out. I could take the tattoo, and they would get me out, and I would have a lab to work on all my passion projects as long as I did some jobs for them. The bakery came to be a few years later, and I just really liked the pace of life here.” He said with a shrug.
You imagined Jimin and Taehyung together. The two always seemed thick as thieves—a friendship born of pure mischief. But friendship, aside you could see the ambition clear as day in Jimin’s eyes.
You couldn't keep the disbelief off your face, “You never wanted to go back to school, continue your research?” You asked incredulously.
Jimin frowned, setting down his icing bag with a sigh, “I ruined myself when I broke into that lab after hours. I put students sleeping in the dorms at risk. I violated a million different school policies. I was a few months out from turning 18 and being truly convicted for the crimes I committed. Even so, juvie ruined me. I would never get accepted into a college or a research program, my work as a scientist wouldn’t be respected because of the boundaries I pushed when I was young. But even if I would have been pardoned, breaking out of jail and escaping like that is unforgivable. There was a warrant out for my arrest for nearly a year before they tossed it up and filed me as a missing person. I ruined my future myself, but Namjoon and the others breaking me out was the final seal in my coffin. It took away my chance of living any kind of quiet life.”
You frowned, disturbed by Jimin’s words. Hoseok once described taking the BTS tattoo as both a target and a shield. RM had given Jimin safety but also made him entirely dependent upon him to receive it.
You shivered as you realized the parallels in your situations.
If you were caught treating and practicing on gang members in your home, you could lose your chance of ever becoming a licensed doctor. It was a detail you didn’t dwell on very often, but you could only hope you could make it through this encounter with BTS, provide your services and pass through the gang unscathed.
And once you graduated and were an actual doctor, then what?
You were quite the rest of the morning as you finished opening the bakery. Your thoughts cycling in the same nerve-wracking spiral of “what ifs?”
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You were left to close the bakery alone.
Which you didn’t mind at all. While the tasks were mundane, they kept you busy enough to keep you from dwelling too hard on negative thoughts. But, more importantly, it kept you from dwelling on Jeon Jungkook and the absolute fool you made of yourself by biting him like a feral animal instead of talking out your feelings like a normal person.
You came to peace with the fact that while fun, a romantic relationship with Jeon Jungkook was mostly a bad idea. He would distract you from school, and you were collateral on his end. Nothing but a big fat target to be used against him, and you decided after being trailed down an ally so many months ago that the damsel in distress was not your vibe.
You tried to logic away from your genuine feelings behind the kiss. You were both stressed and recovering from a life-threatening situation. That kiss was a comfort and a distraction for both of you, and it was the distraction you needed at the moment. The physical touch and spark of desire were what kept you from totally falling apart when you went home that evening. The memory of his touch was a break of light that soothed away the nightmares of the shooting the day before.
You were prepared for Jungkook to say he wasn’t interested and tell him the feeling was mutual.
You were working on closing the shop and losing the don’t-think-of-Jeon-Jungkook game when the doorbell rattled, and a group of men entered the bakery. You were five minutes from closing, and while this wasn’t out of the ordinary, you weren’t thrilled with your quiet evening being interrupted by a group of rowdy customers. Especially when you already packed up most of the pastries in the back.
Taking a second look at the men, you felt weary and wondered if they were members of BTS coming in for a late meeting Jimin forgot to tell you about. They were all tall and broad-shouldered, most sported several tattoos, and they had a look that made you feel uneasy. Not only did they intimidate you, but their expressions looked like they wanted to intimidate you.
But your panic quickly softened as you locked eyes with a familiar face.
“Marcus!” You greeted with delight.
Your usual, Marcus was a quiet guy who often came to the bakery to people watch throughout the day. The two of you have had a handful of conversations over the months, all surface-level banter. Still, you always enjoyed his presence. Aside from that one time he and V got into a weird pissing contest, Marcus had never made you uncomfortable or feel unsafe.
The fact that he might have brought his friends here for a late-night snack put you almost at ease.
“You're in luck, most of the pastries are put up, but I think we have a few lemon bars in the back.” You offered, knowing they were his favorite.
“I’m not here for lemon bars,” he answered with a sneer,
Your smile faltered as two men made their way towards you, passing the counter and heading for the kitchen.
“Hey, you can't go back there!” You cried as one man called back with a gruff, ‘all clear.’
The depth of your situation sunk in as Marcus pushed open the door, and a handsome Korean man in a well-tailored suit made his way into the bakery and locked the door behind him.
“Miss L/N, I was hoping for the chance to speak with you,” he said with a smirk.
What little emergency response training you got for your job kicked in through your panic.
‘Don’t fight back, just comply,’ you told yourself fiercely.
“Look sir, yesterday was bank day, so there isn’t much money in the till; I’ll give you everything we have,” you started to barter as you reached the register.
Your hand scrambled beneath the counter, feeling for the emergency button that would alert Yoongi or an Army about the break-in.
“I’m not here for your money. I’m here to talk to you.” The man said with a nice, calm smile.
“You came packing pretty heavy if all you want is a conversation.” You stalled as you pressed the panic button one last time before forcing yourself to keep your hands by your side so that you wouldn’t give yourself away.
One of the bodybuilders from the kitchen stalked towards you behind the counter, grabbing your arm and leading you out from behind the wall of safety.
“This will go a lot smoother if you don’t resist.” The man chided.
You begrudgingly complied, realizing it would be safest if you played along for now. Help was on its way and you were outnumbered by dangerous and potentially armed men. You just needed to buy some time.
You soon found yourself manhandled into one of the cafe chairs while the man in the suit stood over you, arms crossed. The position required you to tilt your head and look up at him to see his face, and he looked smug at the submissive position. Nevertheless, he held himself with the kind of confidence that told you he was used to getting his way and getting people to listen to him.
“It’s on record that you’ve gotten close with the inner circle of the gang BTS” he started, though the tone sounded more like an accusation than an observation.
You stayed silent, making an effort to keep your expression cool, maybe even bored, not wanting to give away your feelings on the situation.
He sighed after a moment before continuing, “I’ll get to the point Y/N, BTS is dangerous. More dangerous than you think. In fact, you probably have no idea what games they’re playing or what risk you’re putting yourself at by owing them money.”
You tried to keep your face impassive at the bit of knowledge he had about you.
“I don’t even know what their plans are. But I’m not going to ask you to stay away from them. I need you to stay close to them, find out what their plans are, and give me that information.” It wasn’t a request as much as a demand.
Up to this point, you had sat uncomfortably in the chair, your palms down flat on your thighs, scared that any sudden movements would lead to you being seriously injured, but the tide in the conversation turned as you realized he needed you in his corner to further whatever weird motive he was working towards. You took a moment to cross your legs, making yourself get comfortable, hoping he couldn’t see the way your hands trembled as you interlock your fingers and perched them atop your knee.
You thought back to the time you asked V what a spy entailed being, and he told you he often let himself get caught in the act because he had a talent for making interrogations against him work for him. The rule was never to give them your power, always hold yourself with a bit of confidence and control and never let them see you scramble for answers. It unnerves them, and as long as you complied and didn’t give a reason for the interrogation to get too violent, you could walk out with your own information.
Of course, there was the inevitable beating at the end, and you were hoping to skip that part.
You let your eyes travel over the man's body in a once-over, allowing your expression to look unimpressed, “I don’t even know who you are. Why would I help you?” You asked, keeping your tone light.
The man smiled, “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that BTS is nothing but a bunch of no good criminals, and they tarnish and corrupt this city more and more every day. They think they have some kind of power over it.” He finished with a hiss, his distaste obvious.
“BTS doesn’t trust me as much as you think they do, your sources are wrong, and I’m not risking my neck for some white knight attempt to take down the gang that runs half the west side.” You deflected.
“They don’t run half-”
“Shut it.” The man in the suit hissed at the balding henchmen to the left of you.
You looked over to him, interested by the apparent bias, the bit of pride in the balding man’s eyes. You hit a tender spot with that comment, and you could only think of one group of people who would care that much about an exaggeration of BTS’s power. He was with the BlackTips. You don’t know how or why the Korean man in front of you was affiliated with him, you doubted he was the leader of the stereotypical Irish gang, but somehow he influenced the group of men in this room.
“Enough lies. I know how close you are to BTS, and I know you’re the only person they trust enough to help me take them down. So help me, Y/N. Help me rid this city of the horrors of this gang, and I will pay off your debt to BTS, and I will make your dreams come true.” He promised.
You couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped you, “You sound like a cliche villain right now trying to lure me to the dark side. Make my dreams come true,” you mocked, “You know nothing about me or my dreams.”
His eyes darkened, and one of the henchmen inched their way a little closer to you. You felt a bead of sweat drip down your back; for a moment, you forgot the danger of the situation you were in, but in that slight movement by the balding man, your reality came crashing in. Where the fuck was Yoongi in the others? You could feel your time slipping.
“I know that you want to be a doctor. And you would do anything to become one, even doing something as reckless as borrow money from a gang leader and risk your license before you even get it. I can pay your debt and ensure your spot in the program. I can have you starting your residency this summer, even.” He offered with a smile.
“That’s impossible. I don’t even have my masters yet,” you corrected.
“Is it? You’ve never heard of a grad student with the right connections start their residency at the university hospital a year early?” He prompted, leaning back against a table to seem casual and give you space. He was trying to win you over.
He was right, it wasn’t unheard of, but it was a position of privilege possible for third-generation doctors or ones with a lot of money.
“I’m on the board of directors for Alcor University Hospital. I could make this happen for you,” he promised with a smile.
And for a second, to your shame, you paused and considered. All your hard work, paying off. Your chance of becoming a doctor expedited so you can start your training nearly two years early, getting that much closer to getting your licensing.
The man in the suit’s eyes gleamed as he saw your hesitation, your ambition.
You let yourself fantasize for one more moment before making a promise to yourself that if you were going to do it, you would do it your way. You wanted your title to be earned by you and you alone. All your hard work would be for nothing if someone let you cheat the rest of the way through.
You tilted your head in mock consideration, sucking your teeth and making that ‘tisk’ sound that used to set your dad off growing up. Of course, it hurt your still healing mouth, but by the way the man’s eyes flared as you cooed, “Not interested.” You knew it had the desired effect.
The man in the suit composed himself and smirked as he pushed off the table, “I have to respect your loyalty to them, but it is a pity-” he said with a shake of his head.
“It’s not loyalty to BTS,” you corrected, “Maybe I’m just not interested in working for a guy who brings big scary men along to intimidate me into taking the world’s shittiest job offer.”
This is where you immediately question your decisions. Before, he was tolerant to you because he needed you, but you just clearly rejected his offer. So now he had no reason to play nice.
You were seriously pushing your luck.
“We’ll see, until next time Y/N, boys... you know what to do.” He ordered as he made his way out.
You didn’t know how to process the need to roll your eyes at this man’s seemingly rehearsed cheesy supervillain one-liners and the fear that spiked through you at what his henchmen ‘knew what to do.’ It resulted in a confused flutter of your lashes before one man picked up a chair and threw it at the glass display, shattering it.
You cried out in shock as he picked up another chair to repeat the task.
Frantic to stop him, you grabbed for his arm. Effortlessly, he shook you off, and you lost your footing, falling to the ground. Pain erupted through your head-turning your vision white as your jaw slammed into your own shoulder at the impact.
When your vision cleared, you could see the three men and Marcus working on wrecking the bakery—tearing apart the display cases and wall that held baskets for the bread. You flinched back as the thousand-dollar espresso machine crashed to the ground littering espresso beans all over the floor.
You had to get out of there, suddenly terrified they would use the ovens to burn the place down.
You got up, quickly making a break for the kitchen where the back exit was.
“Hey, someone grab her!” You heard Marcus shout as you made it through the swinging doors. You turned, adrenaline aiding you as you pulled the bakers rack by the doors in front of them, hoping the slight obstacle would slow them down and keep them from following you out into the alleyway.
You raced for the exit, pushing on the door, your momentum reverberating back up your arms as it did not budge. You shoved again, a sob of panic escaping you as you realized you already locked up the back earlier when closing. And your keys were behind the counter with your phone.
You were trapped, and if BTS wasn’t here by now, then no one was coming to save you.
An idea came to you as the baking rack fell to the ground as the intruders shoved against the kitchen doors. But it still managed to block the doors from opening fully. So you got a few more moments of safety as they fumbled to push through your shitty barricade.
You raced across the kitchen to the maintenance door, moving to punch the code in. You couldn’t believe it was just this morning when you found Jimin in his lab, and he gave you this very code.
With a shout of victory, you turned and saw two of the men squeeze their way into the kitchen, dragging the baker’s rack with them.
“Nowhere to run,” the balding man sneered right as you submitted the pin.
There was a momentary delay before the lock processed the code and unlocked the door for you. In that time, the balding man charged forward. You had enough time to crack the door open enough for your body to slip in and grab the first device on the table.
You sent up a prayer begging that the canister in your hand wasn’t an explosive as you pulled the trigger and tossed it into the kitchen, slamming the lab door shut behind you and bracing yourself for the boom.
You heard the man shout in shock and a faint but familiar hissing sound on the other side of the door. Soon Marcus and the others were crying out in surprise as you listened to the pressurized canister release gas into the kitchen.
You glanced at the counter beside you, seeing a row of the canisters twin to the one you launched in the kitchen, lining the countertop in a neat line. Next to it was the beaker Jimin was working with this morning. A cure to the effect of the smoke, he had explained. While you can build up a tolerance to the gas, he realized after your encounter with the smoke that some civilians and witnesses may need an immediate cure to cooperate and keep their memories for interrogations.
You grabbed one of the viles, tipping back what you hoped was a safe dose in your mouth, and grabbed a rag tying it around your face for good measure. You had one option, hide behind this door and wait it out.
‘It’ being the intruders getting bored of waiting for you and running off or for someone in BTS to come to your rescue.
Or you could fight your way out.
The risk of them using the ovens to burn down the bakery wasn’t one you were willing to take now that the chances were in your favor.
And while you couldn’t take two men, much less four, in a fight on your own. When they’re dizzy and have their vision impaired from the gas, you knew you could take them if Jimin’s cure worked. You knew the layout of this kitchen like the back of your hand; you knew you could navigate your way around it and weaponize what was in it.
And you like your chances.
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A/N: This bitch really said I have the power of God and anime on my side.
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ROLESWAPPED! ALL-KILL AU (killer yun-jin and survivor ji-woon)
a self-built music producer corrupted by greed and ambition brought from the idol she had built up from the ground now obsessed with integrating herself into his art and protecting his career by any means necessary so that one day she can take it all for herself.
an idol who cannot live without the spotlight, he’s thriving in his career and is now exploring a newly realised style of music while suspicious of his producer’s methods of ensuring his success, he is also aware she could take away his one desire in an instant.
man ive been obsessed w this au help me !! i’ve written up ji-woon’s lore in a google doc below and yun-jin is in progress - it will be in the same doc too dw :)
edit: YUN-JIN’S LORE IS DONE - CHECK IT OUT IN THE SAME GOOGLE DOC *bangs pots n pans* cw for canon-typical violence
#dbd#dead by daylight#ji-woon hak#yun-jin lee#dbd trickster#cw blood#cw blades#cw injury#the masterpiece au
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SEVEN SINS AU
“Isabelle Lightwood walked straight for the coffee machine and got herself a cup without asking if she could have any. She was that kind of girl, Magnus thought, the kind who took what she wanted and assumed you would be delighted that she’d taken a fancy to it.”
Greed, also known as avarice, cupidity, or covetousness, is a sin of desire. It is applied to an artificial, rapacious desire and pursuit of material possessions. It is an inordinate desire to acquire or possess more than one needs, especially with respect to material wealth.
“He was too busy staring at Isabelle, rapt and openmouthed. Of course, Clary realized with a sharp stab of annoyance. Isabelle was exactly Simon's type—tall, glamourous, and beautiful. Come to think of it, maybe that was everyone's type. Clary stopped wondering about the peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabella’s head.”
Envy is characterized by an insatiable desire. It can be described as a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else. It arises from vainglory.
“She couldn't believe he was dating Isabelle in any serious way. Of course, she also couldn't believe he was also dating Maia Roberts, a friend of theirs who happened to be a werewolf, in an equally serious way. And she really couldn't believe that Simon hadn't yet told either of them about the other.”
Gluttony is the overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste. Gluttony can be interpreted as selfishness; essentially placing concern with one's own impulses or interests above the well-being or interests of others.
“The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”
Pride is irrationally believing that one is essentially and necessarily better, superior, or more important than others, failing to acknowledge the accomplishments of others, and excessive admiration of the personal image or self.
“One gold ringlet was long enough so that it rested in the delicate curve of her collarbone, which led Magnus’s eyes back once again to...Really, all roads led back to Lady Camille’s bosom. It was a wonderfully designed dress. It was also a wonderfully designed bosom.”
Lust is intense longing. It is usually thought of as intense or unbridled sexual desire. However, lust could also mean simply desire in general; thus, lust for money, power, and other things are sinful.
“Alec moved, blindingly fast. A sharp crack resounded through her head. He had shoved her against the wall so hard that the back of her skull had struck the wood paneling. His face was inches from hers, eyes huge and black. “Don’t you ever,” he whispered, mouth a blanched line, “ever, say anything like that to him or I’ll kill you. I swear on the Angel, I’ll kill you.”
Wrath can be defined as uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. Feelings of wrath can manifest in different ways, including impatience, hateful misanthropy, revenge, and self-destructive behavior, such as drug abuse or suicide.
Just reposting all of it together cause I felt like it :)
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