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laughing-with-god · 8 months

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Unsaid Vow I

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Synopsis: You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a five-year-old.

Also looking for new fic art for this if anyone's interested!!

Read first: Prologue

“I’m a grown man.”

These were the words that greeted you and effectively pulled you out of your weary slumber.

You drowsily rubbed your eyes and rolled over, yawning as you took in the sight of your son staring at you bemusedly from beside your bed.

If you weren’t used to this behavior from Hugo already, you perhaps would've screamed at the sudden creepy sight of a child with a solemn expression saying odd things to you before the sun has even risen. Yet, you have grown accustomed to the old man your toddler was.

“Good morning to you too, bud.” You groaned tiredly, already searching your thick bedding for your phone in order to check the time. Your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, which told you it was earlier than you had originally planned to wake up. But what was the point of having plans when you had a child? They had a talent for ruining them.

“I’m five today.” Hugo ignored your greeting, getting right into the point with furrowed brows as he held up all five fingers, each one representing a year of his life.

“Yup, I know dumpling.” You chuckled, finally pulling out your phone and opening it to see ‘6:03 am” staring back at you. “Believe it or not, the day you were born was quite memorable for me too.”

You cringed as you thought of the 20 hour labor that preceded Hugo’s birth. How could you ever forget that hellish day?

“Mom, it’s my birthday.” Hugo told you, tone serious as a heart attack.

“Yes, happy birthday love.” You smiled at your son, trying not to let him see the exhaustion you secretly felt. “I suppose there’s no way I can talk you into going back to bed for another hour or so?”

“No. You always say ‘the day starts when I first open my eyes in the morning”. Your son parroted the saying back to you with a proud grin.

Hugo once went through a phase where he wouldn’t want to leave the bed after waking up, simply wanting to stay in pj’s all day long and watch cartoons amongst his stuffies.

It took a while to get your little homebody to actually stop this habit and begin getting up to ready himself for the day whenever he woke up. You used to tell him that the day starts whenever he opens his eyes in the morning, however on days like these where he wakes up super early, he now does not see the point in lying in.

“Right, that is a good point.” You softly relented, mentally scolding yourself for yet another parenting tactic backfired. “How does some breakfast sound?”

“Mom, I have a prop-pre-preposaa-”

“Proposal?” You offered, swinging your legs off the side of your bed.

“Yeah, that.” Hugo nodded to himself, most likely taking note of the proper pronunciation of the word so he can use it again in conversation. “I think it’s time we talk about coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“You and daddy are always saying that coffee is for grownups. Today I’m five, which means I’m older, which means I should be able to have coffee.” Hugo reasoned this to you while twiddling his thumbs, a nervous habit he does when he wants you to say yes to something he knows is unrealistic.

“Mmm...” You hummed, pretending to think hard about the offer. “What if I gave you a very light coffee? A beginner version to get you ready for the real thing when you’re older?”

Hugo looked conflicted, but after reading your face and correctly assuming that’s the best he was going to get, he nodded solemnly in reluctant agreement.

With one final huff you shoved yourself off the king sized bed, standing to your full height and throwing your arms up in a stretch. “Why don’t you wait in the living room for me bud? I’ll be right out.”

The freshly turned five year old happily nodded up at you before exiting your bedroom, leaving you alone once again.

You turned your attention back to the bed in which you just rose out of. More particularly, you stared at the other side of the bed, the side in which your husband was supposed to sleep on.

It was a direct opposite of your messy side, crisp and neatly made; the fluffy pillows, pressed sheets and silk duvet being perfectly in place. Yet, this wasn’t an ode to Jungkook’s neatness and attention to detail.

No.

Jungkook hasn’t been sleeping in the same bed as you for a while now.

Your husband always preferred to rise early, given he was a man who liked to follow a strict morning regime which could easily be thrown off if he slept in even a minute later. Up at 5:30. teeth brushed and face shaved by 5:40. Breakfast, coffee and newspaper consumed by 6:00.

Then right before taking his leave, Jungkook would pack himself a bag of work clothes and make a quick protein shake, given he would then head to the gym where he would get his morning workout and shower from. Then from the gym, he would head straight to work.

A few months ago, he suggested sleeping in the guest room.

You had asked why, bewildered at the request.

Sure, you two didn’t really cuddle anymore. Sex was also rare. But you figured that the least you could do as husband and wife was sleep in the same bed amicably. Had you started kicking him in your sleep or something?

“I’d notice you begin to kinda stir when I first get up and go about my routine. I don’t want to wake you up or be a bother.” He had said.

That didn’t really make sense to you.

You have always been a deep sleeper. And even if you did wake up for a second, you’d clearly see your husband getting ready for the day, roll over and go back to sleep.

It was such a lame excuse, you just shrugged and bitterly told him that he hogged the blankets anyway.

It wasn’t true, but Jungkook didn’t comment.

You trudged over to the ensuite bathroom and quickly did your morning routine.

When you came out of your room and into the living space, you saw Hugo glued to the giant flat screen in a trance-like state as he watched his usual morning cartoons. The sight tugged a small smile out of you, although the mother in you didn’t like how close he was.

“Hugo, back up from the screen! Bluey isn’t going anywhere. Your eyes will go bad.” Your son wordlessly obliged and scooted back, not breaking eye contact with his favorite family of puppies. “What would you like for breakfast ‘Mr. grown man’?”

“Blueberry pancakes…and don’t forget my coffee!”

“You got it, birthday boy.”

The kitchen, dining and living room were open concept, so you multi-tasked watching Hugo while whipping up his breakfast. You never were much of a cook and you still aren’t even after motherhood, but you did commit to learning your son’s favorite dishes.

The process was over quickly, you having made this recipe countless times and knowing it like the back of your hand.

You set a plate on the island table, calling Hugo over while you secretly mixed some instant hot chocolate in a mug.

The five year old jumped up and grinned at the meal, saying a quick “thank you” before digging in with all the grace a five year old could possibly have.

“And of course, your coffee.” You tried not to smile as you handed him the cup.

“Thanks mama.”

The mini-Jungkook took a gulp, then stared seriously at the contents of the mug, swishing it around in some faux detective work.

“Something wrong, dumpling?”

“It tastes…fa-fam-”

“Familiar?”

“Yes. Is coffee always this sweet?”

You laughed, now moving to the real coffee maker to make your own cup. “No, this is the kid version. It might taste like chocolate because chocolate has caffeine in it too.”

Your little old man huffed to himself but nodded in agreement, simply not knowing enough to dispute your logic.

Your old coffeemaker grumbled awake, croaking and hissing as you pressed the worn-out buttons for your usual morning brew. Jungkook always made fun of you for the ancient machine, but even after he had bought a much more expensive and up-to-date one, you stubbornly remained loyal to yours.

“So buddy, what do you want to do today? We can go get new books, hit up the toy store, maybe even visit the aquarium?”

“I wanna help set up for my party, mommy.”

Well, “party” wasn’t quite the right word for it.

Hugo had no friends. It was tough for a kid like him to make any. At this age and as a boy, most of his peers would meet and form relationships in little league or rough housing at the local park.

Your son was different. He preferred reading to sports, hated the outdoors and was generally a shy kid who tended to tear up when anyone other than his family tried speaking to him.

So this year, his birthday party was an intimate circle of family and family friends. You hoped that by next year you could host an actual kid birthday party, as Hugo would be in school and have classmates by then.

“That’s very sweet of you, but there’s time to do both.” The boy looked at you skeptically. “We can go to the bookstore across the street after breakfast and I’ll let you pick out some new bedtime stories. Then we can go to the aquarium and have lunch there. And on our way home I’ll stop by the store to get some stuff for the party, and you can get a toy. Sounds good?”

Hugo frowned, then peeled back his pajama sleeve to look at his submarine-themed watch. The act seemed a little pretentious to you, given he didn’t yet know how to read clocks.

“Fine mommy, but we should be quick. Also you need to ask our guests if they have any food aler-alergeez-”

“Allergies? Yes bud, I’ll be sure to send them a text.” You rolled your eyes.

With that, Hugo quietly finished his breakfast as you sipped your coffee.

When you two were done, you both got dressed and ready for the day’s activities.

Before leaving the apartment, you were sure to send a text to your husband.

‘Be home by 6 please. Hugo’s birthday party starts at 6:30 and he needs you there.’

#yandere jungkook #bts #yandere bts #jeon jungguk #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #yandere bts fic #yandere imagines #bangtan boys #bts x reader

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stark-stiel · 6 months

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i am absolutely angry and devastated. if you’ve seen the things i’ve posted on my story recently, you’re probably aware about the genocide happening in Palestine right now.

as of today, november 21st 2023 there are:

- 14 000+ deaths, 5 600+ of those being children

- 33 000+ injured, 75% being children and women

- 6 000+ are still missing under rubble

- let’s not forget the 60+ journalists who are being targeted for spreading the truth in both Palestine and more recently, in southern Lebanon

- at least 5 premature babies out of 39 of them have died either due to the lack of electricity, food, water and medicine as most of the others have

- 21 out of 35 of Gaza’s hospital are completely out of service, which one of their largest hospital, Al-Shifa, was targeted and is now not operational, and they plan to do the same to the Indonesian Hospital in Gaza, which is, might i add, an INTERNATIONAL WAR CRIME on top of many other israel has committed

- there are also 7 000+ palestinian prisoners captured by israeli military forces including children, in which the israeli government is deciding whether to execute them, or exchange a release for their own prisoners taken

and that is just the damage in Gaza, not including the destruction in the West Bank:

- which killed 217 people, including 50 children

- injuring more than 2 750 others

these lists only contain the bare minimum of what has happened.

to give you an idea, today, i saw a doctor who was being consoled by others, as he had just performed an amputation on HIS OWN CHILD, which has happened before, but this surgery was done WITHOUT anesthesia, and the child couldn’t survive the pain.

let’s just let that sink in for a minute.

they don’t have the proper medical supplies to provide the care they need because Israel and the United States will not allow a ceasefire. Biden has stated so himself. and Trudeau hasn’t called one either.

they can’t even grieve their dead in peace. they capture all their sorrow, tears, anger, and screams of despair on screen for us to see because no one is listening as their people are slaughtered. whole lineages of families killed, children orphaned, parents carrying their dead child’s body parts in bags, children pleading for us to help them, speaking out IN ENGLISH so we can understand them, that this is what they are going through. please listen to them.

the things you will see on social media are graphic, you might feel sick to your stomach. you should. because this is happening across the world as we speak, and has happened for the past 75 years! and it must stop now. after october 7th, more outrage has emerged from the people, adding pressure on their governments to call for a ceasefire in Gaza.

people will try to devalue social media by saying its a “place where people are dumb on camera” but without it, it would NEVER had known what was going on, and i have never been so outraged by what i have seen.

if you don’t know what to do, you can start by not being silent. silence only allows the lies the Zionists are spreading to propagate, and deafens palestinian voices.

you can also educate yourself on what the palestinians have been going through. a very good site i’ve found is decolonizepalestine.com which i’m still learning from. other resources can be found online such as:

- a click a day to help:

https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/

- there is also a petition to Trudeau to call for a ceasefire at this link: https://www.ourcommons.ca/petitions/en/Petition/Details?Petition=e-4649 it closes Nov 23, 2023 at 3:20 p.m. so as many of you, please sign before the deadline! if you have already signed, thank you 🙏

- support palestinian voices online

there are also boycotts happening against the companies that are profiting and/or benefiting and supporting the genocide in Gaza. Some include:

- puma

- starbucks

- mcdonalds

- disney+

- burger king

- amazon

- chapters

- squishmallows

- HP

- sabra hummus

- Walmart

- israeli produce and items

etc etc i could go on and on. the point is, to not fund the israeli military.

this website has a complete list and shows which companies have been selected as part of their targeted boycott, to make a more effective boycott: https://bdsmovement.net/economic-boycott

and if boycotting these places is too hard for you, you are definitely not god’s strongest soldier 🫡 (and hey, you can also do it for selfish reasons, to save money by not buying out!)

if after reading all this you still want to turn a blind eye, i can’t stop you. but i hope you can live with that decision

as always, FREE PALESTINE & Ceasefire Now 🇵🇸🫶

links in order of appearance:

http://decolonizepalestine.com

https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/

https://bdsmovement.net/economic-boycott

https://www.ourcommons.ca/petitions/en/Petition/Details?Petition=e-4649

#free palestine #ceasefire #ceasefire now

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 33. brb x oc

a/n: *flips through my volleyball memories inside my brain* god i REMEMBER SO LITTLE IM S O R R Y I JUST REALLY WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff FLUFFFFFFF but there's drama nearing the corner :)

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Wednesday, the final day of practice before the game on Saturday and Evelyn was going all out. But unlike Sunday, she wasn’t mad, she just wanted everyone to do good and to do their best and that meant going absolutely nuts when practicing. She managed, also, to keep the gym empty for more than the two hours they’d usually be there, making sure everyone would be in top tier shape.

The girls also found out that Evelyn had tattoos. Well, just one.

For the first time she showed up wearing only a purple crop top that left her stomach exposed. They’ve only see her wearing large shirts, they couldn’t have known that their friend had a tattoo of a raven with its wings open wide on her stomach and arrows piercing through its body, the words ‘pulvis et umbra sumus’ -we are dust and shadow -written above her belly button and below the raven in black bold letters.

“Of course she’d have a tattoo in latin.” Shells mumbled, watching Evelyn fix her lycra shorts over her waist, “Why am I not surprised?”

“It is a nice tatoo though.” Beatrice added, having tattoos herself albeit much smaller, she could admire the craftsmanship, adjusting her ponytail when she felt it sliding down the back of her head. Shells however, looked back at the gym double doors with her lips pursed, “Are you waiting on someone?”

“Who? Me?” The blonde is anything but subtle, and it reminds of the time at the beach where they had the game with Hangman, “...Maybe.”

“...Does Evelyn know?”

“Nah.”

Beatrice blinked, ‘Don’t you think she should tho? She’s the team captain.”

Shells purses her lips, with her hands propped on the curve of her waist, “...nah.” she repeats, giving her friend a wide toothy smile that just screamed ‘i did something for the heck of it’. And knowing Shells, it wouldn’t be surprising. Beatrice just huffed a laugh, stretching her arms over her head with a pleased grunt once she felt her joints popping.

Shells however, pulled out her phone, covering the screen with her opposite hand and smirking, which made Beatrice frown, “What are you planning?” she questions as the others are busy drinking water and far away from them. She would never look over someone's conversations…but she tried, tilting her head up to see what Shells was hiding from her, “Shells.”

“What?” the blonde questioned, sliding her phone into her sweatpants pocket with a shrug, still smiling, clearly amused by her friend’s suspicious gaze. Not long after that, they all hear the double doors open, with the sound of footsteps following just behind.

Evelyn, who was the closest to the door narrowed her eyes before muttering, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Beatrice blinked her wide eyes when she saw her boyfriend and the other officers marching in, all of them in workout clothes with Hangman being the one in front. Rooster looked around for a bit before his eyes met Bea’s, a brilliant smile on his face as she walked away from Shells to meet him, “Hey, gorgeous.” he coos, pecking her lips in a greeting when she’s in front of him.

“Hey,” her eyebrows furrow after pulling back, “Roos…what are you doing here?”

He looks at her then to Shells who’s hugging Bob closer to herself, then to Evelyn who looked less than amused. Realization slowly dawned on his face, “...Shells said you guys needed another team to train.” he says softly, furrowing his eyebrows “Because Evelyn asked.”

Beatrice widened her eyes, turning her neck to see Evelyn, who stood close by, immediately narrowed her eyes towards the blonde with her arms crossed. She stepped close, grabbing Shells by the arm and tugging her aside and away from Bob. “Oh…no, be right back,” she kissed him one last time before rushing to where the two women were currently discussing something quietly.

Evelyn was taller than pretty much all the girls, Bea was almost sure she was almost as tall as Bradley, so her towering figure over Shells was a bit intimidating. She caught parts of the conversation as she got closer, her blonde friend still grinning with her shoulders going up in a shrug as she heard “I thought it was a good idea,” coming out of her mouth.

Beatrice stood nearby, watching Evelyn place her hands on her hips like a disappointed mother, “You lied to bring them here by using my name.”

“Well, lying is a bit of a rough word.” Shells began, “I…tricked them by using your name.”

“...that makes me feel so much better Shells, thank you.” Evelyn scoffs, shaking her head while looking over her shoulder to where the officers stood close together, the other girls coming closer to understand what the hell was going on.

“I mean, honestly don’t you think it makes sense?” Shells asks, crossing her arms, “We’ll never know how good we got unless we play with someone else that isn’t us.” Beatrice had to admit that their friend had a very fair point, they’ve been training together three by three ever since they got there, it’d be nice to have someone else to train with.

Carmen then parts her mouth, “You know,” Evelyn snaps her head in her direction, ‘I hate to say it but…Shells has a good point.” The team captain looks at the other woman like she’s crazy, but Carmen just shrugs, “I mean, how the hell are we going to do it? We’ve been separating the team to train.” Shells gestures to Carmen with her eyebrows up in a ‘see?’ expression.

Jennifer and Eliza nod in agreement, with the youngest of the two looking back at the officers, “I mean, as long as they are nice with us I don’t know why not?” Shells gestures even more, shaking her hand for emphasis “If that’s okay with you,Ev. You are the team captain.”

Evelyn looked at each of them, excluding Shells who looked way too smug for her own liking, then back at the group of officers waiting for her to say something. She chewed her lower lip, exhaling heavily through her nose, “Fine, whatever.” she tosses her hand in the air, rolling her eyes when Shells throws both of her fists in the air with a loud ‘yes!’. “Tell them to make it to six, they have too many people.”

Shells rushed to the other side, with a huge smile on her face as she told them what to do. Halo,Phoenix and Bob went to the side sitting on the benches by the walls while the rest became a team of six. Rooster,Hangman,Payback,Coyote, Fanboy and Bob became their opposite team, “Done!”

“Lovely.” Evelyn said in her less than enthused voice, walking ahead to get closer to the net, “Who’s the team captain?” Hangman immediately lifts his arm with a smirk, ‘Of course you are.”

“We’ll be face to face sweetheart.” he says, “Isn’t that something?”

“Sure.” Evelyn sighs, looking back at the others as they got into their positions already, “Who’s going to count our score?” she turns her head to where the other three sat, with Phoenix raising her hand in response. “Alright, good. The first one that hits ten points, wins.”

Beatrice fixed her ponytail yet again, looking back to where Bradley was and she shouldn’t be surprised they were exact opposites. He met her gaze with a little grin, one she reciprocated with her face flushed, looking back at Evelyn when she noticed Jake was still talking.

“Let’s make a bet, sweetheart.” Evelyn was silent but she raised her eyebrow, “If we win, I get to take you out for dinner. Wherever you’d like to go.”

“You seem very confident you’ll win.” she says in a calm voice, spinning the ball on its axis on her palm, just like Beatrice did at the beach, “Which is hilarious really.”

“Well, say your part of the bet then.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to hear that yet.” she smirks, tossing the ball over her shoulder towards Beatrice who catches in mid air, “You just wait.” Evelyn had a way around the court that exuded confidence, so much that Jake just allowed her to give him that answer, absolutely mesmerized by her walking farther from the net to keep the distance between the two.

Evelyn looked back at Beatrice, who nodded at her little sign to get ready. The other girls had no idea what to expect, honestly feeling a bit intimidated by the muscular officers in front of them. Phoenix comes closer to the net, with a coin pinched between her index and middle fingers, “Okay, head or tails?”

“Tails.” Evelyn says quickly, keeping her eyes on Jake only moving her gaze away when she hears the light sound of metal being hit, following the coin as it flips up in the air for a couple seconds then falls down to the ground with another tinkling sound. It spins once, then twice, then stops…head first.

Jake smirks, “Well, better luck next time, sweetheart.” he says, opening his palm to her so he could take the ball. Beatrice walks up to Evelyn to give her the ball, and the woman slams the volleyball on the square of his chest, keeping it there before he grabs it from her hand.

“We’ll see.” Those are her final words before she backs away again, regaining the position she was before. All the girls had their eyes on the opposite team, but the guys noticed they looked more focused than distracted, even Bradley remembered how focused Bea was during a casual game at the beach.

The girls watched in complete silence, Evelyn having her eyes narrowed just enough, as Bradley spiked the ball - very nicely too, making Beatrice smile proudly- and the girls in front immediately blocked it from getting to their side, rallying amongst each other then tossing it back on the opposite side of the court with a slam.

Phoenix blinked, opening her phone to write down the score of 1-0, before her and Halo cheered the girls with claps, to which Hangman frowned, “Hey!” he gestured to the male officers then back at the two women “What side are you guys on?”

“Whoever wins!” Phoenix laughs, making the blonde aviator grumble in annoyance before he meets Evelyn’s smug brown colored eyes across the court, the woman supporting her weight on her knees and maintaining eye contact. The ball rolls to the girls’ side and the team turns clockwise, meaning that now Hangman and Eliza are facing each other instead.

Phoenix and Halo watched the game with interest, the two women sitting side by side with their hands supporting their chins as they watched the girls’ score get higher and higher for a good while, until the boys finally managed to score a point. It didn’t seem to bother Evelyn at all, she was still calm and collected, watching the male officers with the gaze of a hawk.

Whatever sort of silent language the girls had, it was working, because they were fast - very fast- blocking and tallying their shots every now and again. Of course they weren’t invincible, but they were able to prevent the boys’ score from getting higher for a good while.

It wasn’t until both teams rotated so that Bradley and Beatrice were looking at each other across the net, the brunette not being able to hold back her smile ,”You are doing pretty good.”

Bradley panted, laughing softly, licking his dry lips before speaking, “You guys are giving us a run for our money though, gorgeous.” he wiped a bead of sweat that trailed down his temple with the back of his wrist, dropping his gaze down her thick thighs while using his hand to shield his eyes.

“Brad,” he lowers his hand, seeing his girlfriend narrow her eyes playfully, “Are you ogling me?”

It takes him a few seconds, but he chuckles, “Yeah. I am…why don’t we come up with a bet of our own?” she blinks at him, waiting for him to continue, “Whoever loses does anything the other wants. Doesn’t have to be later today - but it would still be very nice if it was - think of it as…a ticket you can use whenever you want.”

She laughs softly, looking back at her own team seeing they are all talking amongst each other before they start again, “Anything?” his eyes darken but he nods, “...okay,I’m game. Seems a better option than what Hangman offered Evelyn.”

Bradley smirked, leaning closer to the net until their faces were inches apart, with the only thing separating the two was the square mesh which didn’t prevent his hot breath from hitting Beatrice’s lips, “Good, because I already have a few ideas in mind.”

“Oh?” she counters, arching her eyebrow at him, “You think you guys will still win?” her confident response being followed by her amused laugh only made his smile widen, “That’s very funny Brad.”

“Is it? It’s like you have ideas of your own.”

Much like he did to her minutes ago, Beatrice let her green eyes drag down the whole length of his body then back up, rolling her lower lip into her mouth with a smile, “Maybe I do.” she says breathily, meeting his low lidded stare and enjoying how he seemed to be focused on–

“If you two stop the eye fucking during the game,we’d appreciate it a whole lot.” comes Evelyn’s voice from behind, making Beatrice blush a light red and the others - especially Shells- laugh in return. Beatrice gives Bradley one final glance before she steps farther from the net with him doing just the same with the smirk still present on his face. The brunette sent the team captain an apologetic smile and a shrug, to which Evelyn just shook her head with the ghost of an amused smile.

When Bradley took the stand as the middle blocker, something happened with their team. Beatrice wasn’t distracted, no matter if she could see the muscles rippling when he jumped or how his thighs flexed under the soft shorts he wore, she had a job to do…but Bradley was determined to win it seemed. When the ball hit their side of the court, after much tallying back and forth, she looked back at her boyfriend with wide eyes, the pilot holding up his finger to signal they just made another point against them.

Beatrice huffed, she loved Bradley, but she had no plans in losing either. She kept her eyes on him when his team rotated yet again thinking that he just did that because he wanted to throw her off a bit. But they continued like that, this back and forth with points until they were both neck in neck with their scores.

9-9 for both. They had to make one point to end this game, which while friendly, brought the most competitive side out of the girls and that was what Evelyn wanted. She should thank Shells once the game is done with.

Beatrice and Bradley met their gazes yet again, but they were back to their original positions when the game started. Her boyfriend just gave her another cheeky smile, waggling his eyebrows at her as she tossed the ball from hand to hand. She tsked under her breath, bouncing a bit on her feet to gain momentum before she leaped and spiked the ball over the net.

The boys blocked it, tossing amongst each other before trying to gain another point, but now all of them were on high alert. The two female officers watching couldn’t say how long they saw the ball bouncing around without hitting any sides of the court, but it was incredibly amusing to see them try to score a point.

Beatrice widened her eyes at a sudden spike from Fanboy, the ball going from Carmen to Jennifer then towards her. She had to kill this one. So she had no other doubts but to put her arms in the dig position and slam the inside of her wrists to the ball that immediately flung over the net. There was a scramble of voices, the squeak of sneakers running on the boys’ side of the court as they tried to prevent it, but the ball hit the hard floor signaling Beatrice's team’s victory.

The girls shouted with elation, hugging each other and especially hugging Beatrice who gave their team the victory shot, Evelyn ruffling her hair so much some of it came out of her ponytail. All of them were panting and huffing with exertion, Jake being the one that handed the ball over back to Evelyn, “Well,” he pants, “You won. What’s your part of the bet?”

Evelyn held the ball on the curve of her waist, her chest still heaving, “My part of the bet, well…” she thought about it, “...If we win on Saturday, you get to take me out.”

“...wait, but–”

“Take it or leave it.” Evelyn’s full lips curl into an amused smile, “Do you want to go out with me?” he clacks his mouth shut and nods, “Then you should wait until Saturday and hope we win. Be a patient boy.” she chuckles, tapping his wet cheek twice before she walks away to set the ball back inside the gym’s storage room.

Beatrice looked up when she felt Bradley’s presence right next to her, his tall frame blocking some of the fluorescent lights above their heads, “So…” she drawls, tilting her head at him, “We won.” he hums positively, smirking a bit to himself, “And I guess I have my ticket now don’t I?”

“You do, pretty girl.” he coos, leaning down to whisper against her ear, “When do you plan on using it?’

“Oh,I don’t know.” with the other officers talking to the girls, introducing themselves really, they weren’t paying attention to Rooster and Bea, so she draped her arms over his sweaty neck “I’ll have to think about it.”

Rooster chuckles, “Fair.” he says before kissing her lips, breaking apart with a soft smack, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear, “You guys were great, you’ll do amazing this Saturday.”

Beatrice’s smile softened, “I hope so, Roos…you guys weren’t that bad either you know?” she says, rubbing the side of his face with her thumb. Even if she was still a bit nervous about Saturday, she had to admit they did really good and there was a chance of them winning.

They didn’t stay long after that, especially since the sun was already going down and they had to get out before it got really dark. Plus they were all sweaty and uncomfortable, with Rooster driving the two back to her house to shower because neither of them could stand much more of their body sticking like that.

They showered separately, which made him pout because he kept saying how that would yet again save up water, getting back down to her couch once they were both squeaky clean. Her legs were on top of his thighs that were covered by a different type of sweatpant - this one was dark blue with red and white stripes on the sides- while her own legs were covered by thin checkered pajama pants that would rise up everytime he petted her legs on his lap.

She had to admit she was a bit sore from today’s practice, she did go all out, so she appreciated his big hands massaging her legs as his eyes were locked on the tv. Her smile widened at how good he looked no matter what, looking at him with heart eyes as he kept his own vision locked on the Drag Race episode. She inhaled happily, finally relaxing after such a day, coming back home with him has been the best of these fourteen days.

“Do you think Ru did the right thing keeping Kandy?” he mutters, narrowing his eyes at the screen, to where Beatrice turned her gaze to, “I mean, Symone I understand…but, it’s not normal is it?”

“Well, Ru owns the show, she can do whatever she wants really.” she says back, supporting her head on a hand, chuckling at how his face soured a bit, still rubbing her leg, “I’m so glad you like it though, not a lot of straight guys do.”

“It’s a very fun show.” he says while leaning back on the couch, “And it shows stuff I’ve never really seen before, it opens your eyes really.”

God, could he be even more perfect? Beatrice hummed, turning her body around with some difficulty so she could sit on his lap, which he didn’t complain at all, just wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her temple. One of his hands slid under the large shirt to caress right below her ribs but never going higher than that, while the other held her thighs close to himself.

They sat in silence, with the casual presence of Jolene chewing her sock monkey underneath Bradley’s straightened legs on the coffee table, watching the episode with just a few comments about it and sharing a couple kisses.

Beatrice could only sigh happily, everything was going…so well for the two of them. They were in a relationship, they loved each other, her family loved him and he was so supportive she couldn’t be more appreciative of him. The goblin voice in her brain said it was going too good, way too good and it’d turn sour soon but she didn’t believe it, Bradley wasn’t Eric, Bradley was one of the best men she’s ever met and…she could have this thing with him. She could, even if her fears sometimes would try to choke her happiness away it’d never last.

“Baby.”

“Hm?” she says with her eyes closed and her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as if it was a melody.

“You got very quiet, are you sleepy?” honestly, she was a little bit, nuzzling the bare skin of his chest with a quiet grunt, “Do you want to go to bed?”

“Not yet…” she whispers, curling herself a bit more on his lap so she could be comfortable, “I’m okay here.”

Rooster chuckles, her soft voice turning drowsy the more she spoke “You sure?” she nods, smiling sweetly with her eyes closed. It doesn’t take long for her breathing to get even and her body to relax on top of his, her soft lavender scented hair sprawled over his chest as she dozed off peacefully.

He looked down at her with pure adoration in his gaze, pressing one more kiss to the top of her head while bringing her closer to his chest so she wouldn’t roll away if she moved. God, he loved this and her…he didn’t want it to end. But his leave was reaching it’s final days, unfortunately. He almost forgot he had only fourteen days to be with her, he’s gotten so used to being here surrounded by her scent and her presence that he’d definitely miss it when he goes back to his apartment.

Of course he could visit, but it wouldn’t be the same…unless she spent some time with him too, which knowing her, she'd agree. She could even bring Jolene if she wanted to, there were people with pets in his building plus he’d like the company. He’ll suggest it to her later when she wakes up, smiling when she murmured his name in her sleep and nuzzled even closer. She tucks her hands between her chest and his own, breathing out in relief as she did so, as if she wanted to remember he was still there.

Rooster just kissed the top of her head, then turned his attention back to the show while his hand still caressed underneath her shirt.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @emryses 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 25, I have no clue how that happened

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 278,105... wowowow 👀 dis bish is cray cray

3. What fandoms do you write for? Just Stranger Things at the moment! If you really want you can go find an old HP one shot I wrote years ago on Fanfiction.net but I don't really count that!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? You’re The Ultimate No One Rides For Free [Night Drives Part 1] You Think These People Really Care For You? [Part 2] Take Me On A Night Drive [Part 3] You Give Me Pale Shelter [Part 4]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, always

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't really write angst but I guess the lil spooky 500 word vamp Eddie fic I wrote could be considered an angsty ending since it's open to interpretation Awakened I Have Become

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Strawberries & Cigarettes

8. Do you get hate on fics? No I haven't really! The only annoying things I've seen are people complaining about the smut at the end of the bodyswap fic (You're the Ultimate)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! Must have smut! I'm a fairly vanilla person myself, so I don't really veer into kinky stuff in my own writing. I like sex where the characters are having fun, some silly stuff happening is always good. I love Virgin Eddie & Bottom Eddie, so I write that a lot, but they usually switch it up in pretty much everything I write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No I haven't! I think cross overs can be fun but I don't think I'll ever write one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope!! I've seen it happen to friends though and it really sucks.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but that would be so cool! I'm always open to people translating or creating something based on my fics!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet! But @glitterfang and I keep talking about it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Oh god, my brain is so full of Steddie... are there other ships? hahahaha

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Right now I'm staring at my Steddie dads fic that I started for Steddie Week and it kinda grew legs... I've been feeling guilty that I haven't finished it, I'll either have to keep it short (3 chapters like I originally planned) and end it more abruptly, or I'll need to brainstorm and expand it. but I DO fully intend to finish it! I just feel shitty that I haven't yet and it keeps slipping my mind. We Part To Meet Again here it is in case you want to read it without ever knowing when it's gonna be updated hahahah *cue everyone running away screaming*

16. What are your writing strengths? Oh god, ask someone else, I don't know!!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Struggling to make time to write, maybe not being as descriptive with settings and clothing as I could be?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? This feels like such a random question hahahaha, I mean I've read a few where they're in another country and there's a smattering of a different language. It's nice when authors put the translations in the end notes.

19. First fandom you wrote for? HP technically.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? How am I to choose between my children!! I do really love Night Drives, and all of my other fics. I was really proud of 'Am I Your Fire?' but it didn't get much attention so I'm gonna say that

zero pressure tags: @toburnup @glitterfang @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @entanglednow @mixsethaddams @justcourbeau

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Writer asks 4, 6, 7, 13, 14, 29, 34 🤩

4 & 6 answered here

7. What's the story or fic that you're most excited to work on or share next year?

hands down a million percent its my messy rwrb rpf fic. i'm gonna give this one a working title since i've started posting about it - we'll call it disaster for now. this tasty little idea grew legs and carried me away, and now i've got 20 fucking chapters plotted. WHO AM I. i've only got about 3k written, but i've done a lot of prep work, so i'm hoping to start posting this one in january or february but it really depends how much time i have to write. i won't finish it before i start posting but i want to have a LOT of it done, and i'm a long ways off from that. if anybody is into this pairing or actor rpf in general feel free to come scream at me about it this fic consumes at least 50% of my waking thoughts.

13. What story haunts you when you try to sleep at night?

i'm not sure how to interpret this question. the fic i can't stop thinking about, brainstorming, visualizing scenes is disaster. every commute, when i'm trying to go to sleep, etc etc... i'm thinking about this fic and coming up with a new little thing i want to throw in there.

the fic that haunts me because i never wrote it is the buddie fic i was planning to write for the buddie big bang in 2022, shadow, but we ended up moving halfway across the country instead, and i never came back to it. it's plotted, i love the central idea, but i'm not sure i have the motivation to write something that long for buddie, at least not right now. but never say never. there's some snippets and teasers and even some incredible art in my #shadow tag.

14. How many wips are you taking into next year?

2 that i am currently actively working on (disaster and firstprince exes). i've got 2 tknp fics that i've worked on recently that i think/hope i'll finish. we'll leave it at that for now 😬

29. What was the funniest comment or piece of feedback that you received?

hmm i did love this one: OH YOU'RE SICK from @bigassbowlingballhead and you yelling at me for NOT running into a hot hockey player in an airport and hooking up in an airport bathroom despite the promises made by be cool. all the feral screeching about didn't think i liked cowboys was pretty fun too 🤣

i DO have an all time favorite comment although i think its from last year but i can't find it right now. it's someone trying to scream JESUS CHRIST at me but just its a mess of keysmashes and half words it's so great 🥰

34. What's the weirdest thing you researched for a fic?

probably all the obscure saints i researched for forgive me, father. all the oc's have saint's names bc i went HARD on the catholic trauma in this one :)

Fanfic Writer End of the Year Ask Game

#fanfic writer end of the year ask game #ask grace #grace writes #shadow #disaster #lostcol

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20 Questions for fic Writers!

Okay so, I was tagged by @outtoshatter and I'm just going to take a swing at this. Here we go.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 22.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

202,411.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for Dungeons and Daddies, Nark specifically. But I also have a couple in there for the Teen Wolf Sterek fandom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014] (my baby!) The Taste of Perfume [DnDads, M, Wc: 58,717] (wip) Sudoku [DnDads, G, Wc: 5,226] Uno Attack [Dndads, G, Wc: 5,717] A Consuming Faith [Dndads, E, Wc: 33,963] (My baby wip! I'm aiming for another 80k with this one.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely I do! If someone takes the time out of their day to not only read my silly little stories, but also comment on them, I will absolutely reply! Unless they're mean I guess? I haven't had any mean/rude comments yet so knock on wood. lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love angst. I write it into a lot of things. But as far as endings go... hmm. Well I guess that title would currently go to one of my drabbles, A Done Deal [DnDads, G, Wc: 100] but without giving away spoilers one of my wips is going to take that title as soon as I get around to writting it lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014]. My baby~! Happy ending and maybe one day it will have a happy sequel.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I feel like I'm going to jinx myself by saying no. I haven't recieved any rude or hateful comments on any of my fics. Not even when I posted on LJ.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am not confident when it comes to writing smut. I used to write a lot of it back on LJ. Now I just Fade To Black, but I do have plans to maybe write some for a wip. But idk we will see when we get there.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope! I wrote a fusion fic, But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014] but no crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had I believe 2 fics translated on LJ, but not on Ao3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Hahaha, yes! On LJ my irl bestie and I wrote a fic together! It was very cute, we each did a chapter following one half of the ships pov. I'd love to do it again some day it was super fun! What I really wanna do is get a bunch of different writers involved in doing a collaboration where the characters are stuck waking up in different timelines, so each chapter could be a different one-shot by a different author but they all connect. I think it would be fun.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Sora/Riku. I don't write for this ship but I will fight god about them. I've been obsessed with them since I was 12 and played Kingdom Hearts. I have fics I've been re-reading for alkjsdflks way too long omg. When I played Kh3 and Riku showed up I screamed so loud it scared my partner. You can pry them from my cold dead fingers okay.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hahaha, I just recently posted this fic to my Ao3. A Divine Move [Teen Wolf, M, 8,676] Stiles is a horror game character (based off games like Until Dawn and The Blair Witch Project) and Derek is from a dating sim (Based off Hunnypop lol) It was going to get an E rating cause I had some absolutely slasher ideas for Stiles game and the plot was loosely adapted from Wreck-It-Ralph. So, maybe one day I'll get the inspiration back, but as of now it's just not there.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told I have a very clear writing voice and that I'm very good at setting a scene and showing it to the reader. I think my main strength is my humor. lol I find myself very funny.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

A lack of confidence alksdfjalksd. I get so anxious trying to make sure that the movie in my head is being translated into word correctly that I sometimes over do things. Also I have the absolute worst grammar, and spelling omg.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I don't speak the language enough to be confident that I'm using the words correctly I just do the "They said in language" kinda thing.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Okay, lmao. Okay okay. It was for the Gorillaz back when Demon Days had just come out.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

My two babies that I'm the most proud of are

But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014]

I spent a year writting it and I made several friends because of it. It is my baby and I love it. I re-read it and still laugh at it.

A Consuming Faith [Dndads, E, Wc: 33,963]

I have been putting so much work into this fic and it's really pushing me as a writer. I have been obsessed with cult and demons since I was young, probably too young lol, so this is just basically 3 of my hyper-fixations coming together in a fun way. I have big plans for this fic and I'm very excited about it. I've been working on it for 7 months now, and I'm really hoping I can finish it before the end of the year.

Thanks for the tag! I'm going to tag some people and maybe they'll play along too, no pressure though and I have no clue what I'm doing so sorry if you didn't want to be tagged. @evanesdust @nottoolateforthegame @siogosho @missanniewhimsy @calamity-unlocked

#20 questions for writers #sometimes I do the little tag games

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Indelible Ch 20 - Blackletter

I am so sorry this chapter took so long, and I feel like it's not at all epic enough to make up for the delay. I was just super stuck on how I was going to accomplish what I needed to in the next few chapters. I knew what needed to happen, but I was having a lot of trouble figuring out how to do it. Now that I actually have a plan, hopefully there won't be quite as much of a delay for the next update.

It had been one of those days where everything was going wrong. To his credit, Yann was living up to Penny’s endorsement, seemingly everywhere at once as he straightened out issues. He shooed Luka off when it was time for stage rehearsal. “I got this,” Yann said firmly. “Go do the things only you can do.”

With a slight smile and a shake of his head, Luka left him to it. It was a relief to be able to focus on the music, to be honest. He made a mental note to send a ‘thank you’ text to Penny.

Luka knew something was wrong as soon as he stepped on the stage. He blinked at the lights, and looked over at Yann, pacing in the wings with his phone glued to his ear.

“Yo, are we ready?” Crusher called, adjusting the strap of his bass.

“Yeah,” Luka said, facing forward. He’d talk to Yann about the lights later. “All right, gather round, let’s talk it through.”

They made it through the first two songs of the set before Luka began to struggle. It started just as a normal ache behind his eyes, the kind he could usually power through. He knew it was not a normal headache when it began to settle behind one eye and pulse out of sync with the beat, making his fingers fumble as he tried to sort out his internal rhythm from Dingo’s enthusiastic banging on the drums and the thrum of Crusher’s bass. He knew he was in trouble then, but they still had a show to do, and he kept playing as he tried to decide what to do about it.

Before he could come to any kind of decision, it was taken out of his hands; the pain and the sudden sensation of the room tilting brought him to his knees halfway through the fourth song in the set.

He heard the clatter of instruments behind him and then someone was lifting his guitar off him.

“His pills are in his guitar case, go grab them,” he heard Dingo snap. “Stubborn git,” Dingo growled as he reached down and grabbed Luka’s arms, pulling him back to his feet. Luka’s stomach lurched and he bent over. Dingo ducked under his arm, keeping him upright. “Hang on, mate.” Luka just focused on keeping his lunch down and wished the room would right itself. He hated the vertigo almost more than the pain.

Dingo flipped his own garish, pineapple-shaped yellow shades up from his eyes and looked out across the stage. “It was the lights, wasn’t it? They're wrong.” He swore, dropping the sunglasses back into place. “Why can’t you just be a diva like the old man and start screaming until they fix shit?”

“Please shut up,” Luka said weakly, wincing away from Dingo’s always-loud voice. Dingo cursed and looked over his shoulder.

“I got them,” Jenna said, reaching around Luka to hand Dingo a small round metal case with a snake and flowers engraved on it.

Dingo grunted his thanks. “Been a while since you needed these, mate.” He got one of the pills out and Luka grimaced but opened his mouth and let Dingo pop the pill in. Dingo tipped a water bottle to Luka’s lips, nearly drowning him, but Luka got enough water to swallow the pill down and the cold water splashing on his neck actually helped the nausea a little.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, embarrassed and frustrated as well as sick and in pain. He tried to straighten but winced, pressing a palm to his temple.

“Fucking dumbass,” Dingo muttered.

“What can we do?” Yann asked, and Luka blinked at him. He hadn’t seen Yann come over.

Luka opened his mouth but Dingo cut him off. “Stuff it, Lu.” To Yann he said, “We gotta get him back to the hotel. Put him in the dark and make him lay down. The medicine will help but when he lets them get started like this they don’t like to quit.”

“Them? What do you mean, them?” Yann demanded, and Luka just shut his eyes and let his head fall on Dingo’s shoulder.

Getting back to the hotel was a blur. He just followed whoever tugged on him until he was standing in front of his bed. Luka curled up on it as the others switched off lights. Dingo must’ve been digging in Luka’s luggage because he brought over an herb pillow, heated in the room’s tiny microwave, and laid it over Luka’s eyes.

“I need to get back and make sure everything gets packed up correctly,” Yann worried.

“It’s fine,” Dingo said warningly, still far too loud for Luka’s taste. “He’s not moving until morning. Right ?”

Luka felt a none-too-gentle prod in his shoulder and grunted an affirmative. A moment later, he felt his phone pressed into his hand.

“Call if it gets worse,” Dingo ordered, and Luka would have rolled his eyes if he could. It wasn’t as if anyone could do anything about it. The medicine was starting to ease the worst of the pain, though, and the best thing he could do for himself right now was stay in his dark little cave and sleep if he could. They had a performance tomorrow, after all.

Stupid , he fretted to himself, as his friends left him alone in the dark.

Luka was still hurting the next morning, but the vertigo had subsided and with it, most of the nausea. He was feeling slightly more human when Yann came to check on him.

“You should have told me about the lights,” Yann scolded, keeping his voice low.

“I should have,” Luka sighed. He accepted the reheated herb pillow Yann handed him and lay back flat on his bed, placing the heat pack over his eyes and forehead. The warmth dulled the throbbing that pulsed behind his right eye, and the smell of the herbs eased some of the tension from his muscles, easing the pain that little bit more. “You were busy and I thought I could handle it for a couple of hours,” he added. “I'm sorry.”

He heard Yann pace across the carpet and back.

“Maybe we should—”

“No,” Luka said firmly. “I've worked through it before. We're not canceling the show. You'll make sure the lights are according to our specs this time and I'll wear my shades.” He should order another pair from Marinette so he had a spare, he thought absently. He wore the pair she had given him religiously and they helped immensely, but they weren’t going to hold together forever.

Luka heard Yann sigh and pace again, but he didn't argue. Luka appreciated that. Yann was an excellent tour manager, but he was also anxious to please after “failing” to keep up with Jagged. Sometimes Luka worried that Yann was too complying and would run himself into the ground rather than admit he couldn't accommodate even a mild preference. Today Luka was just grateful to be spared discussion on an issue that was not, so far as Luka was concerned, up for debate.

Another sigh from Yann and then the scrape of a chair. “Will it bother you if I make some calls?”

Luka smiled beneath his heat pack. “No. You don't have to stay with me, though. I'm not moving from this spot until sound check.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” Yann said firmly, and Luka grunted an affirmative.

At least it wasn't Dingo, who had finally gotten it through his head (after many years of excruciating denial) that he was incapable of being around Luka without making the migraines worse. He’d taken himself off somewhere else and Luka was trying not to worry about what a bored Dingo was likely to get into.

A moment later he groaned as the familiar sound of a fist pounding on a door—the side of a fist, not the knuckles like any normal person would use—went bam bam bam through his skull. Speak of the devil and he shall appear would make a good title for their next metal song, Luka thought idly.

It sounded like Yann nearly knocked his chair over running to wrench the door open.

“What the hell—” Yann began in a hissed whisper, but Dingo just yelled over his head.

“Oy, Lu, I brought you some of that tea you like. Probably not as good as Mari makes it but better’n nothing, yeah?”

“Thanks Ding,” Luka called listlessly. “Go the hell away.”

“Already gone.”

Yann thankfully kept Dingo from slamming the door, closing it with a semi-quiet click instead. Hotel doors were always loud.

“Just put it on the nightstand,” Luka muttered when he sensed Yann approaching.

“If it’ll help, you should drink it.”

Luka smiled from under his heat pack. “It doesn’t help. I just let Marinette think it helps because she fusses when she’s worried. I drink the tea because it stops her from hovering so much if she feels like she did something.” It was the only time her presence ever annoyed him, so he usually let her make him tea even though he thought it tasted like grass. Marinette wasn’t here now, though, and Dingo wouldn’t know if he just dumped the stuff down the sink. He adjusted the heat pack, which was the one thing that did help besides his medicines, and added, “Dingo doesn’t know because he’d never let me live it down. Don’t rat me out, please.”

Yann huffed a rare chuckle. “You’re the boss.”

Luka lay there, aware of the quiet sounds of Yann working on his laptop or tablet, and the quiet murmur of his accented voice on the phone, but not really listening. He just let himself drift, and he thought he dozed off once or twice.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone rang beside him on the bed. He had it silenced for all but VIP numbers, so he knew it had to be important, even as he registered Yann’s inarticulate protest.

There was no way he was declining this call, though. Luka reached over and snagged his sunglasses off the nightstand, slipping them on with one hand while he answered the call with the other.

“Marinette,” he said, smiling. “Long time no chat.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Marinette grinned back at him. “It’s been completely crazy here lately. I’ve hardly had time to breathe, let alone text. How’s the tour?”

“Can’t complain,” Luka shrugged. “Some good, some bad, but I’m living the dream, right?”

“Right,” Marinette laughed, but it sounded hollow, and Luka tilted his head. “We should both be grateful we’ve had such amazing opportunities.”

“We can be grateful, and still get frustrated,” Luka said, trying not to wince as the throbbing in his head began to intensify. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh,” she sighed. “Felix and I had a disagreement, and I’m wondering if I overreacted, or if—” she paused, leaning close to the screen. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Luka not-quite-lied. “A disagreement about what?”

Marinette ignored him. “You don’t look good. Your face is all tense. Do you have a headache?”

Shit . “Yeah,” he admitted, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m okay though, tell me what’s going on.”

Marinette frowned, her brows coming together in an expression he was very familiar with, and he couldn’t help a small sigh through his nose. “Luka, you have a show tonight, don’t you?”

He grunted affirmation.

“Are you going to cancel it?”

“No,” he replied dully.

Marinette’s lips thinned. “Of course you aren’t. Lay back down and rest, I can handle this myself.”

“I’m fine,” Luka protested, and Marinette rolled her eyes.

“And I’m a big girl and I can figure out my own problems. Don’t worry about me, Luka, take care of yourself. I won’t be responsible for you bombing tonight’s show because you were too busy talking to me to rest like you should.”

It was stupid to argue. The light of the phone was practically stabbing his eyes even though the glasses. Dull rebellion still burned in Luka’s chest and he sat mutely.

“Drink some tea,” Marinette said softly, smiling at him in a way he couldn’t resent. “Lay down and rest until you have to get up. I know you’re going to power through your show one way or the other but you shouldn’t do any more than you have to. If I still need advice in a couple of days I’ll call, but it’s really nothing. I’m probably making a mountain out of a molehill like always.”

Luka sighed. “Marinette.”

“ Goodbye, Luka ,” Marinette insisted, and then softer, “I’ll talk to you later.”

The screen went dark and Luka sighed, dropping the phone on the bed and scrubbing his hands over his face. He lay back carefully, though he really wanted to drop on the bed and pout. Yann appeared above him, the freshly re-warmed heat pack in his hands. Luka took it from him and put it back over his eyes. “Can you hand me that blue and black blanket?” he asked, gesturing in the direction of his suitcase. “Careful, it’s heavier than it looks.”

Yann found the weighted blanket and settled it over Luka. Luka wrapped his fingers around the fringe that adorned the side, specifically put there by Marinette so that Luka would have something to fiddle with.

I had a disagreement with Felix .

He wished she’d at least told him what it was about. Creative differences, or something more? Probably not creative differences, he thought. Marinette was good at solving those kinds of problems; she’d worked for some very demanding clients over the years. A personal conflict? Maybe. Marinette was prone to acting on her emotions and not thinking things through till afterward, so it was possible she had reacted in the heat of the moment, and was calling him for some perspective now that she had time to think it over.

Luka knew she was just looking out for him but he hated that he had missed the chance to really talk to her. They were both so busy lately.

Well, he’d been busy when he was with Jagged too, and they’d still managed to keep up and have real heart-to-hearts instead of the hey how you doing conversations they mostly managed these days, but…

Under the blanket Luka’s hand shifted to his side, pressing to the place where Marinette’s name was. Well, she had called him to talk about it, that was good, even if he hadn’t actually been able to help. Maybe they were finally moving past the awkwardness and they could work on getting back to normal. Or maybe that wasn’t what she wanted, and he’d have to settle for something a little less close than what they’d had. Maybe that was better for both of them. As long as she was still in his life, that was what mattered.

God, his head hurt. He needed to stop thinking. There were too many people depending on him to let himself spiral and make things worse. He already felt stupid enough. He should have warned Yann about his headaches. He should have spoken up when he realized the light settings weren’t right. So many people depended on him, and if they canceled the show there would be rescheduling and cancellations and refunds, and even though Lucille said things were going well he didn’t know if they could afford that. And now Marinette was finally reaching out to him and he was too laid up to help. He just—he hadn’t had one this bad since his first days of touring with Jagged, before Jagged’s head tech had worked out a light setup that didn’t trigger him. He thought he could handle the lights being a little brighter than usual for just the one rehearsal. And what was the stupid medicine for, anyway, if it didn’t keep him from being laid out like this?

The throbbing was getting worse again. Luka focused on unclenching his jaw, taking slow breaths. He had to be ready to go on stage tonight. He had to.

“Hey, Yann. Hand me my headphones, please?”

He heard Yann shuffle. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Please.”

A moment later Yan pressed them into his hand. Luka opened his eyes long enough to put them on and start one of his progressive relaxation guided meditations, and then settled back on the bed, following the directions to tense and relax each of his muscles.

By the time Yann shook his shoulder gently and told him it was time for sound check, Luka felt able to stand. He took another dose of medication and spent as much time as he could backstage in the dark, with headphones dulling the noise. When the time came, he was able to smile out at the crowd from behind his sunglasses, under lights dimmer than usual and tinted green instead of bright white. Somehow, he made it through, even if it felt like the cheers were stabbing through his head.

They rolled out the next day with Luka curled up in the backseat of the van, wearing his headphones and a sleep mask over his eyes that Crusher was probably never going to let him live down, with a cup of that stupid grassy tea in the cupholder near his head. It wasn’t ideal; the back of the van bounced and jolted with every little bump in the road, but it was enough for Luka to feel like he could breathe again. They had another day before their next show, and while he might be useless until then, Luka felt reasonably confident he would recover in time. It’s just pain , he told himself. It’ll end when it ends. He just had to wait it out.

As he pulled up the heavy blanket Marinette had made him, he thought of her, and wished he’d had a chance to call her back. Maybe by the next morning, he’d be feeling well enough. He hoped she’d be okay until then. Or maybe she’d have figured the problem out on her own by the time he called, and they could laugh over it together in between her scolding him about neglecting his health. He kind of missed that.

Tomorrow , he promised himself, adjusting his mask, and turning on a playlist of quiet, instrumental music that would be soothing rather than jarring. Tomorrow, he’d call her.

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Troublemaker

Chapter 1: Arriving at Kamino

The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Warnings: Angst, lots and lots of angst. Reader got plenty of issues, any issues you can think of? Reader probably got them. Reader needs a hug. LMK if I missed any

Authors note: So, this is probably going to be a series. Well, at least this is chapter one and I am already working on chapter two. This takes place pre-Empire and I'm planning for it to go on to Empire time. This might end up becoming an 18+ series, I'm not entirely sure yet.

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈

Chapter 2: Work, Armor and... Clones?

Chapter 3: Let it out

Chapter 4: You shouldn't have done that

Chapter 5: Talk about it

Chapter 6: The 20 Questions Game

Chapter 7: Crosshair

Chapter 8: Echoes of the Past

Chapter 9: The Fight

Chapter 10: A Nice Change of Air

Chapter 11: Sore Muscles

Chapter 12: Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

Chapter 13: Waste of Time

It wasn't your fault. It really wasn't! You had just done, what your parents always had told you to do - fight for what you believed was right and stand up for others. Which was exactly what you had done. How were you supposed to know that the bastard's dad was a senator? If he didn't want to get decked, he shouldn't have made those comments. You did nothing wrong.

And yet, here you were, on a shuttle heading to your dads apartment on Kamino. Working for the Republic, he had managed to pull some strings so that you could avoid prison. He had even made sure that if you managed to stay out of trouble, none of this would go on your permanent record.

Your dad had worked for the Republic for a long time. And when the war started, he was moved to Kamino to help out there. With what exactly? You had no idea. But it was important enough that he needed to be on call all 27 hours of the day, everyday. So, you hadn't really seen him for the past 3 years. And you barely heard from him. You had gotten a quick "Congrats" message, when you had graduated. That was about it. And then you were arrested for assaulting a senators son, and then you were told you were heading to Kamino to live with your dad, and then...

You felt tears starting to dwell up in your eyes, and your body began shaking. You were less than an hour away from your new home, and with each passing second you felt the anxiety and anger building up inside of you. It wasn't fair. You didn't want to see him. He had abandoned you. And now, he was making you live on some stupid military facility. You wanted to scream, to hit something, to throw a fit. But you couldn't. All you could do was sit still in this stupid shuttle and feel your anxiety grow, as you were heading to the last place in the galaxy you wanted to be.

"Welcome home, miss." You were greeted by a small service droid, an LEP-series if you were not mistaken. "I am L4-213, also known as Lazie. You have arrived sooner than anticipated, so the master will unfortunately not join you until much later. I have been tasked to escort you to your room, and take care of your needs."

"Riiiight," you just mutter, clutching your bag to you as you follow the droid. Of course dad wasn't going to be here. Why had you ever expected - no, hoped - for something else?

You let your eyes roam the hallways, the bright lights and white interior was almost painful to look at, especially after hours on a dark shuttle. A slight shiver ran down your back, it all felt so cold. No colors, only a few personal items and everything else was just, white and bright. It felt more like a hospital than a home, and it definitely didn't help with your already overwhelming anxieties.

You hadn't noticed the small droid stopping, so you accidentally bumped into it, causing it to tumble over. "Ooof, sorry!" you quickly said, and helped it back onto it's legs. "It is quite alright. I am not programmed to feel pain," Lazie assured you, before turning back to face the door. "This will be your room. We have already transported your belongings to it, so it should be easy to make yourself at home. Please do not hesitate to ask for anything you might need." And with that, the small bunny-looking droid ran off to somewhere else.

The room couldn't possible feel any less like home. It used to be an office, evident by the huge desk in the middle of the already rather small space. A bed had been placed far to the side against a wall, and the shelves had been cleared out for you. It was obviously all done very rushed. All of your belongings were still in boxes and bags, making the room seem impossibly even smaller. The only thing that somewhat made it appear more spacious was the huge window that covered an entire wall.

With a heavy 'thump' the bag you had been carrying hit the floor in sync with your sigh. You felt the burning of tears in your eyes again. You were contiplating whether or not you wanted to take a shower in hopes of washing away the long trip and all your worries, or if you just wanted to head straight to bed and get this day over with. But, before you could even decide, the door behind you whooshed open.

"Who are you?"

You had barely even processed the door opening, before the strange voice demanded to know your identity. You turned around to be met with a couple of accusatory eyes behind some googles. Even though the stranger was wearing armor, he couldn't possibly be a clone. You had seen clones before, plenty of times, and he definitely didn't look like one. And although you had never seen a kaminoan in real life, you were also pretty sure he wasn't one of those either.

You realised that you had just been staring at this stranger, rather than answering his question. Wait. He just appeared in your room. So why was he asking about who you were? He patted his empty blaster holster, before letting out an annoyed grunt. He hadn't taken his eyes off of you at any point, since entering the room, but he hadn't said anything else either. He was just standing there, looking angrily at you, waiting for your reponse. You just responded by returning the angry look. The stranger then brought his forearm closer to his mouth, while pressing down a botton.

"Sir, it appears a stranger has somehow gotten into your apartment." he adjustes his googles before continueing, "Human female, young adult." His eyes seemed to be looking at something you couldn't see, something on his googles. Wait, was he scanning you?

Static could be heard from what you assumed was a comlink, before your dads voice suddenly sprung to life. "What? Oh, oh, wait, shoot! No, don't shoot! Don't shoot! That's my daughter! Wait, what time is it? Eh, just wait right there, I will be there shortly!" He sounded... disoriented? Tired? When was the last time he had gotten a break from this job?

"I couldn't possible shoot her, even if I wanted to. I left my guns with you," the stranger replied, his tone a lot lighter by now. Actually, all of him seemed much lighter. His eyes weren't fixed angrily on you any longer, and his posture was way more relaxed. The call ended, and the stranger shifted his weight onto one leg, while resting his hand on his hip. "So, you're Laquan's daughter. Why didn't you just say so right away?"

"Because a stranger just randomly walked into my room... Ever heard of knocking?" your voice was hostile. You were on the verge of breaking down, but kept fighting it off for as long as possible.

"Well, in my defense, this used to be an office and I was tasked with receiving some blueprints." He said, as if it should've been obvious to you.

"Well, in my defense, this is now my room and I just arrived here and yoU'RE INTRUDING!" shoot, your voice was cracking and it didn't go unnoticed by the stranger.

He reached a hand out with a somewhat apologetic look in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but you lunged at him before he could do so. You used all the strength you could muster to push him out, and for the first time that day, you felt fortunate as he didn't resist or fight back. He just let himself stumble back out of the room.

You had screamed something at him. You didn't know what. You heard the front door open and your dad yell barely a fragment of a second before you screamed. You then slammed your fist against the control panel, closing the door to your room in process.

You slid down against the wall to the floor. The tears that you had been fighting for days could no longer be held back. It was all too much. It wasn't your fault. It really wasn't.

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animerina · 3 years

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Wine for Freedom-3

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

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Thranduil x F!Reader

Summary: The Reader is left with nothing but three bottles of wine after Smaug destroys Laketown and somehow becomes Thranduil’s new brewmaster.

Note: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. This started as a one shot and ended up as a full story. You can read the rest on A03.

All Italics are Elvish.

Chapter 3: Accidental Revelations

Meleth nin-my beloved Mellon nin-my friend Melda-Beloved/Dear Û-No/It isn't so Man cerig?-What are you doing? Aran nin-My King Hiril vuin-My Lady

I awoke to knocking on my door. I felt exhausted as if I hadn’t slept and I groaned loudly before telling whoever it was to enter. Calanthe slid inside, but froze when she saw me still laying on the bed.

“Are you alright, mellon nin?”

“I am just tired.”

“So I see. Did you perhaps drink too much?”

“If only,” I muttered.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, mellon nin. Can you help me out of this dress?”

“Of course.”

I stood, turning towards her, and allowing her to undo the laces and pulled it off. I grabbed my robe off the end of the bed and quickly pulled it over myself. I sat on the bed while she went to run a bath.

My mind was spinning when I remembered everything that had happened the night before. I flushed at the thought of seeing him again today, but found I was also excited to see him. I wondered how soon it’d be. Usually I didn’t run into him often, but perhaps he’d make an effort to cross paths with me today.

Calanthe called me over and when I stepped towards her, I inwardly cringed at the slickness between my legs, and hoped she wouldn’t notice. She left the room as I sunk into the tub and sighed, appreciating the hot water.

After exiting the bathroom, Calanthe stopped me with the concerned look across her face.

“Are you certain you are alright?”

“I promise, I am fine.”

“How was your dinner?”

“It was,” I paused for a second longer than I intended. “It was fine. I greatly enjoyed myself.”

“So I heard,”

“What?!” I sputtered out.

“The servants said you two got along quite well.” She said innocently.

“Oh well yes. Well actually he did ask if I wanted to return to Dale, but I said I’d stay if he’d have me.”

“How considerate of him, but I’m glad you will be staying. I do not know how often I would be able to visit Dale if you had decided to go.”

“I like the company here too much,” I cooed at her.

The elleth pulled a knee length dress out from my wardrobe and set it on the bed. She grabbed a short matching robe and black tights and laid them out as well. She went to clean up in the bathroom while I changed into what she had chosen. I preferred shorter dresses and tunics when I planned on working in the cellar. I was lacing my boots up when she returned and motioned for me to follow her to the vanity so she could fix my hair. Her lithe fingers wove between small strands and created a masterpiece with my typically unruly hair. I gently pushed on the braids admiring them in the mirror.

“I will never get over just how talented you are, Calanthe.”

“You honor me with such praise,” she giggled.

Walking down into the cellar, I mentally reviewed the new recipe I had thought of before drifting off. I had made a mulled cider before, but I wanted to try a different flavor for Galion and his quick thinking. Knowing he knew was mortifying, but I was grateful I had his loyalty at least for now. I was so lost in thought, I nearly missed a step. Luckily I was able to catch myself before falling.

“Careful, hiril vuin.”

A surprised scream shot out of me and I fell backwards landing hard on a step. Thranduil’s eyes widened before he tossed his head back and laughed loudly. I realized it was the first time I’d heard a real laugh from him. His normal reaction would have been to politely cover his mouth as he chuckled, but I guessed we were on different terms now. He approached and easily lifted me from the floor, setting me down on my feet. His smirk told me he was biting back a comment. He was wearing a long, deep blue coat embroidered with silver leaves that swept the floor and black plants, attire that was much more casual than what I was used to. Like most days, he wore a crown of branches upon his head.

“You startled me, Aran nin.”

“Hmm, I believe I asked you to call me by my name, Y/N.”

“Forgive me, I wasn’t sure if we were truly alone,” I looked behind me at the stairs. “Thranduil.”

All my anxiousness melted away now that I stood before him again. He was still his smug self, but I found I was enjoying his teasing.

“What are you doing down here anyway? I would think you have duties to attend to.”

“I thought I might sample some of your varieties.” He stepped away from me to browse my shelves. “I need to make sure I’ll enjoy what is served in my halls.”

“You seemed to enjoy the wine last night, but perhaps you’d like to try something different?”

He hummed and I led him over to the small table I had for when Galion and Elros stopped by. I pulled a few bottles and jugs off of the shelf bringing them to where Thranduil sat. Grabbing a small sampling glass, I uncorked a bottle and poured a small amount of wine for him. He sipped it slowly, savoring the flavor before commenting.

“A bit dry for my taste.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his haughtiness.

“However, it is acceptable.”

“And here I thought you’d enjoyed my creations,” I chided.

“Keep pouring.”

He tasted several more wines followed by a mulled cider he thoroughly enjoyed. He pointed at the last bottle, with a cloudy liquid inside. It was much smaller than the rest of the bottles, and had no handwritten tag like many of the ones kept on the shelf.

“And this one, Y/N?”

“It is something I’ve been working on. I finally got the concentration right, though I must admit, it tastes something awful.”

“I didn’t know you were making poison down here,” he said teasingly.

“It tastes awful, but it will get even you drunk in no time. It’s a liquor I had heard of but never had the right ingredients to make it. You’ve been so generous with access to your gardens, I wanted to try to make it for you.”

Without replying, he extended his palm and I placed the bottle in his hand. He eyed me as he hesitantly uncorked it and took the most delicate sip before gagging as it hit the back of his throat.

I couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from my lips as he tried to regain his composure. I gripped my stomach and leaned over in a fit. How can one so regal suddenly look so ridiculous? Thranduil had grown quiet and my laughing ceased as he stood quickly, his chair falling over backwards with how fast he moved. His lithe body towered over me, backing me up until I was against the wall. All his playfulness was gone and I felt my limbs go numb as he glared down at me. I cursed myself for overstepping.

“You dare poison me, woman?” He snarled as his arms caged me in. “That is treason.” The emphasis on the word scared me more. I began to stutter out an apology but his glare silenced me. Narrowed slits held my gaze as he leaned down, lips brushing against my ear, and smugly whispered.

“How should I punish you?”

With all of my might, I pushed him off of me. The nerve of this elf! He chuckled as he stepped back holding his arms up in mock surrender.

“Come now, Y/N, surely you knew I did not mean it.”

“I did not know!” I moved away from the wall and began cleaning up the bottles left on the table. I felt the urge to cry, but fought the feeling down refusing to embarrass myself further. I refused to face him again knowing I would lose my composure if I looked in those blue eyes. Feeling him watching me, I continued picking up the mess I had made ignoring his presence. What was I supposed to say to him now?

“Melda, come,” he said at my back. He turned me to him, looking rightfully apologetic. Brows furrowed, he cupped my face with one hand, holding mine in his other.

“I could never bring myself to raise a hand to you.”

His gentle caress combined with his soft words were making it harder to hold in the tears. Unfortunately, he noticed. He leaned down and pulled me into a soft kiss as he wiped my tears with his thumb. Thranduil’s lips traveled up my cheek, continuing on until he left one last kiss on my forehead.

“You are dear to me. Please believe me when I say that.”

“I do.”

“I am glad.”

Thranduil raised my hand, kissing my knuckles, eyes trained on my own. In turn, I pulled his hand towards me, surprising the both of us, and kissed his ring. Letting go, I stepped away and continued with cleaning up.

“I suppose I should let you get back to whatever it is kings do,” I threw over my shoulder.

“I suppose you are right,” he replied and headed towards the stairs. “I will have Galion fetch you for dinner.

“Surely you will be too busy for me,” I half-heartedly teased.

“Never.” He assured with a small smile.

Watching him start up the stairs left me smiling dumbly as I flitted around the cellar trying to busy myself. I picked up the chair off the floor and sat down, pouring myself some wine from the bottle Thranduil liked the best. I swirled the white wine in the glass admiring the golden hue it gave off. I had infused it with peaches I stole from the kitchen. I smiled at the memory and drank.

I heard footsteps behind me and called out to the person approaching.

“Have you changed your mind, meleth nín?”

“Meleth nín? I did not realize we were so close.”

I nearly fell out of my seat when I heard Elros’s voice instead of Thranduil’s. My face flushed and I turned to face the young elf as he strolled casually into the cellar silently hiding me. He pulled the chair across from me out and sat in it, silently poured himself a glass, leaned back and just stared me down.

“You spoke so freely a moment ago, meleth nín, what stops you now?”

“I thought I said mellon nin. You know my Sindarin is awful.” I chose deflection as the best tactic to escape this mess.

“And I’m a dwarf,” he countered. “Now tell me, was it Galion you were expecting?”

“Galion?! What makes you think I-,” I began but he interrupted me.

“I know it is not me you pine for. Feren is spoken for. Calanthe prefers the company of ellons. Galion is the only other person you enjoy the company of.”

“I am not in love with anyone!” I all but shouted.

“And yet, I believe you are.”

“You are impossible!”

He laughed at my anger and I very badly wanted to pour the rest of the wine on his head. I huffed, cheeks puffing out like a child throwing a fit.

“I will not say,” the elf promised.

“I cannot say. I do not even understand what is brewing between he and I.”

“I did not think Galion was such a complicated ellon.”

“I did not say it was Galion.”

He tilted his head in confusion and awaited an explanation. How could I tell my friend I was playing romantics with the king of all people? But Elros and I were friends. How could I not tell him? Before I could make up my mind, Calanthe entered the cellar, draped in a beautiful light green gown.

“Lady Y/N,” she greeted warmly. “Ah, hello Elros,” she added upon seeing my companion.

“Yes, mellon nin?” I asked, pleased with the momentary distraction.

“I wanted to inform you that King Thranduil has sent a dress for you to wear this evening. It is very lovely.”

Elros gasped in realization.

“Û!” He exclaimed in disbelief.

“Elros,” I pleaded.

“You and that thorny prick? Man cerig?” The elf growled out.

“I fear I am lost,” Calanthe spoke up.

“Alright!” I stood suddenly and ushered Calanthe into my seat before grabbing the bar stool I had in the corner and dragging it to the table. Perching on it, I poured the two more wine and composed myself. I did not plan on telling them all the romantic details, but I would tell them the truth.

“Allow me to start at the beginning.”

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wisterialagoon · 3 years

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For you, I'll Stay : Pt.2

Dabi is one of the top soldiers of the League of Villains. He does the dirty work and feels the stain of crime on his hands. You're an Assistant Inspector at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, resigned to records-keeping instead of doing actual fieldwork. What happens when these two become intertwined in the most prominent political event that changed the era of 1990's Tokyo Japan?

Warnings: Violence (a girl gets beat up in this chapter), gangs, eventual smut(not in this chapter tho)

Btw, in this dabi doesn't have any scars on his face!

Azabu Gardens,

Moto-Azabu 3-7-5 Minato-ku, Tokyo 106-0046.

January 9, 1990, Tuesday.

The League

20:00 hours

The first rays of the morning began to creep into the premises of their mansion, illuminating the entirety of their eight-hectare complex. The lawn had been freshly mowed and the foyer had been polished to sparkling clean, as per the orders of their leader. It had been his first order of business during the general assembly with the entire brotherhood.

The soldiers were understandably taken aback at hearing him rattle off a list of things to do which were, in essence, house chores. From checking the car engines, laundering their clothes, and stocking up on groceries, the loyal members followed everything down to the very last detail, albeit with a little curiosity as to why they were doing this when they were supposed to be preparing for a major operation set later in the day.

Meanwhile the boss carried out everything as if it was business as usual. They had convened at their usual 10:00 am meeting at the solarium, exchanging data and intel regarding any updates on their framework's current phase. After making sure that everything was in order–from the time it would take to execute the operation to the time it would take for the police to arrive on scene, they called it a day and retired to their own rooms.

That was this morning.

Preparations were over and it was almost nearing midnight–time to start the show.

Everyone had gotten dressed in the same all-black attire, distinguished only by the formality of their suit and quality of the fabric. The leader had worn a two-piece suit, while the soldiers only had lightweight turtlenecks to pair with their slacks.

The cars were ready by the driveway, it's trunks loaded with a series of guns, masks and the deactivate system; and everyone had lined up at the foyer, at the foot of the grand staircase, awaiting the greeting and instructions of their boss.

"Good evening gentlemen," his voice didn't have that booming quality that most of his leaders had, but the clarity of his diction and richness of his timbre proved sufficient to command everyone's attention. He didn't need any of the pomp or fanfare that was usually associated with the league–his presence alone was enough.

There weren't many of them tonight, it was a small operation that needed only seven of their best men; even so, his under-boss, and the rest of his soldiers were waiting with bated breath at what he was about to say.

Finally standing by the newel post, he slowly slips on his leather gloves and begins to address their small unit.

"A rundown Kurogiri," he instructs his under-boss, with not so much as a glance spared his way.

"Today we initiate phase 2.1 of our framework," Kurogiri steps out of the line and proceeds to hand out a file on their operation and walkie-talkies to the soldiers. "Team A, Touya and Atsuhiro, will take care of the decoy. Team B, Himiko and Jin, will secure the target. Team C, Magne and Spinner, will deactivate the sensors and tip the police," he finishes, working his way back to his position beside their leader.

Tomura looks at him with a quirked eyebrow, expectant.

Kurogiri clears his throat. "Phase 2.2 of the framework will begin immediately after."

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

21:30 hrs.

As soon as Kurogiri parked the car in an empty lot two blocks from the site, he turned on their linked communication system and radioed to their leader that they were ready.

"Masks and Positions," Tomura instructed."Remember, one slip up will cost the entire operation."

Save for the thrumming of the engine, their leaders voice was the only thing that had cut through the nights silence.

"Yep, Tomura everyone is positioned," Kurogiri confirms, and signals to Team A that they were good to go.

As soon as they were given the signal, Touya and Atsuhiro make their way to the site, with the latter updating Tomura about their position. "Currently making my way into the Takahashi Residence along with Touya."

As they stopped to confirm that it was indeed the residence of the Minister of National Defence, their leader warns, "Keep an eye out for the security Atsuhiro," both soldiers nod their assent, replying that they located a blind spot in the houses security system and private guards.

After signalling Team B to follow, Kurogiri had set up operations control with Magne and Spinner. Just as they had gotten access into the house's security system, Tomura radios, "Kurogiri, do you copy?"

"Yes, I copy," the under-boss replies, holding the walkie-talkie in one hand and the other sifting through the nights operation file.

"Do you have a visual on the Minister and his wife?" Tomura asks.

"Yes," he turns around to look at Magne and Spinners surveillance feed, which was focused on the master bedroom.

"They're currently separated from the decoy."

"Good." Tomura affirms. "Magne, when Atsuhiro, Touya, Jin and Himiko are in place you'll override the security system, understand?"

"Understood!" the soldier nods while simultaneously preparing all the codes needed to deactivate the system.

"Once Touya and Atsuhiro take care of the decoy, that's when Himiko and Jin will go and search for the target," Tomura reminds, looking over at his copy of the operation file as well.

"Spinner, monitor all frequencies from a two-kilometre radius of the site. If anyone reports anything before we do then I want to hear it. If anyone is even in the middle of dialling a government or police number, I want to be the first to know, understood?"

"Gotcha boss," Spinner confirms. "The hacking system is ready to go, all lines within a two-kilometre radius is tapped as well."

21:42 hours.

After a preliminary entry into the estate, the four soldiers settle in their own entry points and radio back. "Spinner, we're in place, you can drop the security."

"Alright. You have a little over thirty minutes before the back-up security kicks in," the enthusiastic man programmes a few codes and counts backwards, "it's down in...5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

"Go." A deep voice follows, alerting the four soldiers on-site.

For a second, Team A and B thought it has been their leader who had addressed them, but immediately broke out into grins when the voice followed with, "Be careful in there guys."

''Don't worry, Kurogiri." Jin assures, giving Himiko, Atsuhiro and Touya a thumbs up. "We've got this"

The four soldiers discreetly jump over the deactivated sensors and immediately break into action, disarming the guards and eventually knocking them unconscious by landing considerably hard blows to their neck, causing their head to snap to the side.

After slipping past the unconscious guards, Atsuhiro and Touya pry open one of the windows, climbing in quietly while Himiko and Jin wait outside.

Team A immediately proceeds to the target's room, bolting the maid's quarters from the outside after unfortunately having to knock her out as well.

The two check their copy of the house's floor plan, with Touya sending a glance to Atsuhiro before slowly opening the door into one of the mansion's bedrooms.

In the room sat 18-year old Takahashi Yua. with her back facing Atsuhiro and Touya slowly the boys made their way to her and in mere seconds Atsuhiro had his hands over Yua's mouth and held her in place.

The shocked girl could do nothing but try to thrash around and scream for help but Touya tied her hands and gagged her.

Touya then raised a fist, about to hit the girl before he was quickly stopped by Atsuhiro "Dabi, not here, let's take it outside. "

Nodding in agreement, Touya helped Atsuhiro drag the silently sobbing girl back outside from where they came from, leading to the back of the house and into the garage.

Seeing Touya and Atsuhiro leave with Yua allowed Himiko and Jin to make their way inside and find their operations primary objective, leaving Team A to deal with the girl.

"Compress, take off the gag," Touya instructed, to which Atsuhiro nodded and quickly removed the bundle of cloth that had been choking the girl.

As soon as it had been done, Touya struck her across the cheek with a force that pushed her backwards. It was a strong enough blow to leave an angry bruise but not enough to knock her out completely.

After taking stock of her figure-from her laboured breathing to her split lower lip, he delivers a few more punches to her torso and a last strike across her face. All the while, Atsuhiro hands had snaked around her arms. keeping her in place.

Finally, Touya pulled out a handkerchief that had been previously doused in ether.

He pressed it firmly to her mouth and nose. forcing her to inhale the substance which quickly knocked her out.

"Hey, you guys done in here?" Himiko skipped into the parking lot, "We've got the stuff."

"Yeah," Touya pockets the handkerchief and watches as Yua unceremoniously slumps to the floor with a dull thud.

"We're done." he drags her body to the main entrance of the parking lot, ensuring that she would be the first thing to be seen by anyone coming through the garage's main door.

"You're too brutish Touya." Atsuhiro grimaces at the bruised girl crumpled in the corner.

"Whatever, someone make the signal, we're done here." Touya gets up to leave.

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

23:00 hrs.

"Magne. I got a call from the other guys." their leader radios from where he was keeping sentinel of the entire operation.

"They're all clear, make the call."

"Got it boss, making the call now."

Magne dials the number on a burner phone expecting the line to ring a couple of times before anyone answers, as expected, on the fifth ring, a woman's voice breaks through the radio silence.

"SMPA, what is your concern?" her voice was clear. but slightly unstable. when she doesn't give her a reply, she repeats her question, louder this time.

"Kidnapping" she says, evenly distributing the stress on each syllable to feign monotony. "23:00, 6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan. Takahashi Yua." Magne states calmly, while she hears rapid scribbling on the other end.

Here come the textbook reactions she thinks to herself, amused.

"who is this? Where is your intel from?" she asks, an undertone of panic lacing her voice. "Hello?" she follows up when Magne

doesn't reply—to which she settles for perching the receiver directly over his mouth to make sure it picks up her heavy breathing.

Magne waited a few moments before ﬁnally hanging up.

She radios to their leader. "Alright, the phone call is done the officer will be calling for backup soon."

After checking his watch, Tomura smirks at their record. "Keigo, you ready to receive that request for backup?" Tomura asks through his walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, on patrol near the area so I should be getting that on my frequency." he affirms, shifting to a more comfortable position on the drivers seat he had convinced his partner in advance to take a leave for their shift that night, so as to ensure that he would be able to carry out his part in the operation without any hiccups.

"I'll be first on the scene when the request for backup is made."

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

2:40 hours.

"Don't worry Ma'am, we'll find out who did this to your

daughter." Keigo assured the Ministers wife, pure concern ﬂawlessly depicted in his facial expression. "We've done a preliminary search of the crime scene, we'll come back with updates as soon as we find anything conclusive."

"You had better catch that criminal, I want him in jail, my daughter is lying unconscious in a hospital!" she demands, hands coming up to cover her face as her body was enveloped in a series of sobs.

Keigo gave a curt nod and comforting pat to the woman's shoulder before turning around and getting back into his car to leave.

As he pulled out of the driveway, he immediately drove to a remote alley in the outskirts of the district, once he was assured that his location wouldn't be found, he made a call.

"Hello? Keigo?" their leader answered. ''What's your status?"

"Shigaraki, I just got back from the crime scene." he says, turning the police radio down and killing the car's engine.

"And?" their leader asks, undoubtedly expectant of his answer.

Keigo knew that his cover was especially pivotal for that night's operation—and that Tomura had made it clear with no uncertain terms that the success of this phase relied on his ability to herd the police where they wanted them to.

"The family doesn't suspect a thing They believe it was an attempted kidnapping" he says, waiting for their leader's response.

After a beat, their leader simply hums in affirmation and hangs up, It wasn't much—he knew that Tomura had always been a man of few words, but he also knew that he always meant whatever he said, with that in mind, he restarted the car and proceeded to drive back to their residence.

Azabu Gardens,

Moto-Azabu 3-7-5 Minato-ku, Tokyo 106-0046.

January 9, 1990, Tuesday.

The League

03:00 hours.

He had stopped at the driveway, feeling no need to actually park his car since he was sure he'd be back at the station soon enough. Besides, he needed to speak with their leader immediately.

He had successfully crossed the foyer and was about to go up

the stairs when a familiar voice calls out to him "Keigoo, you're back!" The youngest member of their group, Himiko, approaches him, grinning.

"How'd it go?"

"Went well." he shrugs off his coat, and hangs his police hat over the coat stand. "Only one problem though, can you go get Shigaraki? We need to have a group meeting"

After a few minutes, everyone who had worked on the operation had gathered at their usual dining hall, with each finding their own seat at the round table.

"Everything went well with the family." After everyone had settled in, Keigo began immediately, fingers interlaced over the single file folder resting in front of him.

"But one of my subordinates is a little too close for comfort." Keigo states, instantly gaining the others' attention.

"What's his name?" Shigaraki questioned.

"Actually, it's a woman." he opens the folder, and pulls out a headshot photo.

"Her name is Miyasaki Y/N, she's the Assistant Inspector."

"A woman cop?" Touya reached for the photo then let out a snort at the subtle smile and short haircut she sported.

"So there's no problem then?" he chuckled, throwing the photo across the table for the others to see, clearly uninterested.

"Shut up Touya, you could probably get your ass kicked by this girl." Himiko quipped, earning a sharp glare from the other boy.

"I swear to god you psycho bitch, I'm gonna—" he shifts in his seat, calling out the girl, knowing full well that the mean name would provoke her.

Just as he was about to continue to prove that no girl could possibly kick his ass, he's thoroughly cut off.

"stop bickering this is serious." Keigo interrupted. "Girl cop or not, she's a threat." he declares.

He looks at them one by one and rests a brief glance at Tomura, their leader nods at him to continue. Keigo sighs, aware that he has to set the context for the rest of the group.

He had been given this role by Tomura directly so not everyone knew just what he was doing at the station or just how important his role was in their whole framework.

"she wasn't supposed to be the one who would get the police tip."

Keigo expels a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut.

"It was supposed to be her direct senior, the only other female Inspector in the agency, she usually does overtime with Miyasaki, but she changed her schedule tonight. I don't know why." again, Keigo sighs. This time, he's slouched on the dining chair, gently massaging the bridge of his nose.

The silence that follows only aggravated his frustration with himself.

He had been counting on Usagiyama Rumi, the agency's female Inspector, who he had been assigned to follow for the past few weeks.

She had the same routine ever since he "started" at the agency—time in at 7:00 am, attend meetings and facilitate cold opens throughout the day, follow-up on interrogations or meet victim's relatives and finally, time-out at midnight.

He wasn't counting on this assistant Inspector, she was an outlier, he didn't pay much attention to her other than the times that they'd cross paths at the cafeteria or when they'd get things from their adjacent locker units. He was working in the patrol and public safety unit, she was busy with comms and records-keeping.

Nonetheless, he did know everyone's business in the agency—even if he wasn't exactly tailing each and every one of them.

He knows the case assignments, he knows who had called in late and he knows why and he even knows how their chief liked his coffee down to the number of espresso shots and percentage of sugar.

"This girl is relentless." He presses on. "I've observed her at the agency—she dedicates herself to everything she does, it's borderline obsessive, even if it is something small and unimportant" he adds the latter as an afterthought, suddenly aware of all those times she stayed overtime.

"I don't like the idea of someone like that sniffing around where we don't want them to."

On his own, he just concluded that she did overtime because she wanted to kiss ass—especially given the kind of rumours going on about her, but it only dawned on him now that perhaps she was more dedicated to the job than others painted her out to be.

"Keigo's right." Kurogiri chimed in. "We should do something about her."

Silence fell for a beat, until it stretched on for a few minutes.

Everyone had exchanged glances, they knew that after Kurogiri, their leader had to have the final say.

"I agree," finally Tomura declares.

He stands up and proceeds to stand by the French window, parting open the satin drapes.

"It's time for modiﬁcations before starting phase 2.2."

"Find out why Usagiyama broke her routine. Enlist the others' help on this if you need more hands on comms." Tomura spares a glance at Magne and Spinner, at which the two people reply with nods.

"As for this new player..." their leader trails off, returning back to look at their garden and the approaching dawn.

Expectant, Keigo awaits his next orders. "I want you to keep an eye on her at the station. make sure she stays out of the way, try and befriend her if anything, I need you to throw her off our scent, okay?"

"Got it." the undercover member nods, rising from his seat.

The others follow suit, but Tomura gives follow-up instructions that stops them where they stood.

"Kurogiri, take over my 10:00 today." he announces, immediately piquing everyone's interest "Take Himiko and Jin, you'll need the extra eyes for surveillance."

After the three echo their assent, Tomura clears them, including Keigo, to leave, He adds a few reminders for Magne and Spinner to follow-up on their contracts with their current suppliers, experts and other assets before ﬁnally dismissing the two of them as well as Atsuhiro.

singled out, Touya stands by the doorway, intrigued.

"Dabi," he calls Touya by his alias, turning around to face him he then closes the distance between the two of them within five quick strides.

"I want you to pay a visit to that poor girl, make sure she's on bed rest," his voice strong and amplified by the domed ceiling and marble flooring. Touya nods. "I'll see which hospital admitted her," and moves to leave the room.

Not missing a beat. Tomura places a hand over his shoulder just as he was in the process of doing an about-turn.

"I wasn't referring to Miss. Yua.

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The Valuable Sun | Chapter 23 (Part 3)

Summary: Brooke and Eric have work to do.

Pairing: Eric x OC

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Words: 2688

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Tags: @parabatai-winchester

To say that Brooke and Sookie were having a hard time was an understatement. Sookie, after killing Debbie and having Pam turn Tara into a vampire, was judged and hated by all, and she had come back from work a wreck, and had dove into the cabinet were gran had always kept the alcohol. She turned on the stereo, and the loud music woke Brooklynne up.

She had spent the entire day in bed, and even though she kept waking up and kept having the worst lucid dreams, she stayed under the covers until way after sunset.

Not only the music was loud, but Brooke could hear her sister’s devastating thoughts. She had cast Bill away from her mind, she had enough humans judging her for her to worry about the traitorous bastard her vampire ex-boyfriend had turned out to be. She was so drunk she couldn’t hear Brooke think really, really, loudly that she wished she’d turn down the music a bit. Perhaps Sookie didn’t even know her sister was in her bedroom upstairs. She rarely were anymore.

Lafayette called. He had found Sookie’s car destroyed against a tree, and wanted to check on her. She was fine, apparently, she had jumped out of the car at the right time, and had even found it funny. She must be really drunk, Brooke thought.

She heard another train of thoughts approach the house, but his smell told her who he was before she could even hear anything. Sookie was waiting for another well deserved scolding from the werewolf but was surprised to hear Alcide had told Debbie’s parents some lie about how the Alpha from their pack had slept with her then killed her. Good. Because if Alcide had told the truth and Sookie had been sent to jail, not much would have been left of the werewolf after that night.

She tried to tune out the party that was going on downstairs, but it was either listening to Alcide and Sookie’s drunk thoughts about each other or thinking about her own issues. And she really didn’t want to think about Eric at the moment.

When Sookie and Alcide started to make out on their grandmother’s couch, she thought about leaving the house, not only to give them some privacy but also because she really didn’t want to hear any of it.

But then she heard his voice. Or rather, his thoughts. Bill was standing right there, outside of their house, watching the werewolf and the fairy take each other’s clothes off. A creep until the end. Brooklynne felt like fighting, and he had just given her a reason to beat his ass.

She sped out of her house, wearing nothing but a tight shirt and silk shorts and went straight to Bill whom she pushed away with supernatural strength. The King of Louisiana landed in the cemetery near the house.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as if he were still standing right in front of her.

It took a couple of seconds for him to get back on his feet and return to his spot.

“You know, I am still your King.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Bill sighed. “I get that you’re mad, but…”

“But nothing. Leave my sister alone.”

“I didn’t come here for Sookie.”

“What then?”

“I told him to meet us here,” Eric said as he appeared beside his King. “Granted, he could’ve picked a better spot.”

“Weren’t we supposed to go with Alcide?” she asked, remembering the plan. “He’s drunk now.”

“Clearly,” Eric mumbled.

“Let’s sober him up,” Bill said, and Brooke had no doubt he was more than happy to put a stop to the party.

***

Alcide took them to Doug, the employee that had found the hole in the parking lot. The werewolf had been smart not to ask about the obvious tension between the vampires while they drove in his van to the site.

Doug was a chubby man almost as tall as Alcide. His hair was longer, and so was his beard. He seemed shy and squeamish, and didn’t feel comfortable with whatever was happening. They had taken them to Russell’s former resting place where fresh cement had been poured to cover the hole. Brooklynne asked Doug to hold her hand and close his eyes and focus on that night, on what he saw. He had been glamoured by the vampire who had dug up Russell and it was harder for her to get any useful images from his mind.

“It’s a woman,” Brooke said. “She’s digging up Russell with her hands.”

Russell appeared like a bloody overgrown baby with no skin and the memory made Doug start to shake in fear.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks as if he were living it for the first time.

“Wait,” Brooke squeezed his hand harder as he tried to step away. “It’s Nora,” she breathed out.

“That’s not possible,” Eric said, trying to ignore Bill’s ‘I told you so’ look.

“She has the same necklace.”

“It could be any member of the Authority, then. Do you see Nora’s face?”

“No, just the necklace.”

“So we don’t know for certain it’s her,” Eric insisted. “It’s not Nora, it can’t be. She thought Russell was dead. She risked her life to free us.”

“Can I go now?” Doug asked.

But they were far from done.

The woman, whom according to Eric was not Nora, had Doug scoop Russell up like a baby and take him into an abandoned facility at the other end of town. That was their next destination.

In the van, Eric and Bill kept arguing about Nora while Brooklynne, helped by Doug’s blurry memory, led Alcide to Russell’s location.

“She’s a traitor and a liar, just like her brother,” Bill spat at the sheriff who showed fangs at the insult. Bill followed suit.

“Take that back,” Eric growled.

But the fight was cut short as Bill’s phone started ringing. Brooke couldn’t help but listen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, guys. It’s Molly. Remember me? Giving you a shout-out to let you know your countdown has started.”

“Our countdown?”

“Yeah, your iStakes are set to activate at dawn. Bummer, right?”

“There must be some kind of mistake.”

“No, I’m launching a test. Is your iStake glowing?”

Brooke took a look at the two vampires at the back of the van. Eric opened his jacket and a red light was coming from under his shirt, right where his heart was. iStake. It sounded stupid, but scary. That was what she had felt the previous night when he had held her against his chest. And that stupid but scary thing would kill Eric if they didn’t find Russell before the end of the night. She looked up at her maker with a heart and eyes full of worry. They wouldn’t have time after all. She wouldn’t have time to forgive him. And as he stared back at her, she saw in his eyes that it was okay. That he knew.

“Yeah, they’re glowing…”

“Cool. Means we’re good to go. Good luck. And if you don’t make it, it’s been rad serving you. Peace out.”

Brooklynne wanted to tear that Molly apart for the total indifference she showed at her maker’s True Death. But she had bigger problems. They all did.

Doug was reluctant to enter the building, but all Alcide wanted was for it to be over, so he dragged him in and started looking.

“Wolves have been here,” he sniffed.

“They come with Russell,” Bill said with a sigh, wondering which would kill him first, the iStake or a werewolf.

The building was an abandoned asylum. Brooklynne would find it ironic that Russell would hide here but she was too anxious to find it even remotely funny.

They dragged Doug, or rather Doug led them, through Brooke, down to the morgue, walking pass freshly severed hands and other dead bodies being eaten by rats.

“Well, at least we’re in the right place,” Eric said.

“The morgue,” Bill thought aloud as they walked pass the indications on the wall. “How convenient.”

Helped by a flashlight, Doug and Alcide followed the vampires into the darkness of the basement. Hearing, or perhaps sensing something Doug couldn’t, the vampires revealed their fangs as Alcide said:

“We’re being watched.”

Doug had reached his limits and let go of Brooklynne before he ran away. Knowing it was a bad idea to leave the human alone in this abandoned asylum where a three thousand year old psychopath was hiding, Alcide went after him. It was only when Doug started screaming that the three vampires followed him.

They found what seemed to be Russell’s pantry, where over a dozen humans were hanging from hooks like pigs in a butchery. A man started begging for his life, begging for them to take someone else, anyone else but him.

“Where do they take the prisoners?” Bill asked him.

“Down the hallway. There’s screaming and then there’s not!”

“What do we do with them?” Brooke asked.

“We’ll come back for them after we’re done with Russell,” Eric said before turning around and exiting the room, followed by the rest of his suicide squad.

Stakes in hands, they made their way to the end of the hallway where they found Russell lying on a hospital bed. He looked pale and sick, even coughed a few times. He looked almost human. Almost.

“Ah, miss Stackhouse. I see you’ve joined us,” he said with an eerie smile.

“We came here to finish what we started,” Eric told him as he approached.

“Well… give it your best shot.”

Russell’s smile grew bigger before Alcide, who was still standing in the hallway, behind Brooke, got jumped by a wolf.

“Eric!” Brooke shouted as a wolf launched itself at her maker.

She went to help him but was stopped by Russell who positioned himself between her and the Viking.

“Mmh, you’re just what the doctor ordered,” he smirked. “I’m sure becoming one of us just made your fairy blood even stronger.”

He trapped her against a wall and as he aimed for her throat she used her light to push him away. His back hit the wall at the other end of the hallway and he collapsed on the floor painfully.

“Yeah,” he cackled like a maniac as he sat up and leaned against the wall, “there is that aspect of you which I loathe.”

Eric killed the wolf that was after him then sped towards Russell. He crouched to get to his level then seized his face and made him look away from Brooklynne and directly at him.

“Look at me. I want to be the last thing you ever see,” he growled as he directed his stake towards his heart.

But before he had the chance to make a big mistake, Bill had his own stake aimed at Eric’s heart.

“He dies, we die. Most certainly. But if we take him back alive, maybe we don’t have to die.”

“Unlikely.”

“But not impossible.”

“Eric! Please,” Brooke begged. “He’s right!”

Eric snarled but eventually let go of his stake and put his fangs away. Russell used this short moment of weakness to pick up the disregarded weapon and attack the Viking. In less than a second, Eric was on his back, Russell on top of him, the sharp tip of the stake on his heart. Brooke moved fast and once again used her light to push Russell away from the man she loved.

It all happened really fast, and Brooke barely had time to register what was happening, as a group of heavily armed soldiers came in. Half of them had their guns pointed at Russell and the other half at her own heart.

“Freeze!”

Russell surrendered without protest, the red lights now aiming at his chest. One move and he’d be a pool of blood.

A tall, black man all dressed in black, from his shoes to his cap, joined them and stared at Brooklynne like she was the worst thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Eric quickly positioned himself between her and the man who was obviously the one giving orders here.

“What is this?” he asked with a strong accent.

“She’s mine,” Eric growled.

“Yours?”

“My progeny.”

There was no hiding anymore, no lying anymore. They had seen it. The light, the speed. It was useless to deny it, they were damned either way, and if they had to die tonight, they were at least going to be honest about it.

“What is she?”

… Well, half a truth was better than a complete lie…

“She’s a vampire.”

Russell chuckled.

“Lie,” the commander hissed.

“I turned her myself.”

“I suppose we will see what Guardian has to say about… this,” he said, looking around at the room where two dead werewolves were lying naked next to Bill. “Wolf and human are here,” he continued as Alcide appeared behind him, buttoning his jeans. “Why?”

“Doug led us here,” Bill started to explain. “Nothing that a little glamouring won’t take care of.”

“Do it,” the commander agreed before he exited the room.

After thoroughly glamouring Alcide, Eric made sure he got out safely and wasn’t stopped by any of the soldiers that the Chancellor had brought with him.

“He’s fine, he got in his van and is driving home,” Eric told Brooklynne as he saw the worried look in her eyes, though she didn’t worry about Alcide, she knew the werewolf would be okay.

Eric sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he cupped her cheeks with his hands. “This is what I wanted to keep you safe from.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead before bringing her to his chest. He rested his chin on her head as she hugged him back. Still, no word came out of her mouth.

***

Chancellor Akinjide seemed impressed, and though he wouldn’t let Brooklynne go, he had stopped looking at her with disgust but rather with curiosity.

“No one thought you two would actually be able to deliver Russell Edgington,” he told them as he led them out of the building and into a van. “Guardian will be extremely pleased.”

“Pleased enough to not execute us?” Eric asked as he sat next to Brooklynne.

“Only Lilith knows that.”

“As only she knows all,” Bill replied with a smirk.

The chancellor didn’t reply as he closed the doors of the van, trapping them inside the vehicle.

“Who’s Lilith?”

“Enough with this religious bullshit already,” Eric sighed. “Lilith can fucking blow me.”

“No, she certainly cannot!”

Bill chuckled.

“Lilith is like the God of vampires,” he explained.

“And why are you suddenly so into it?” Eric asked his King.

“I’m just covering my ass.”

“Are you telling me the Authority is a religious government?”

“It could be worse,” Eric said. “They could take the word of the Vampire Bible literally.”

“The what? The what?!”

“At least the sanguanista aren’t in charge…”

“Who…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eric told her as he took her hand in his. “I’ll explain on the way to New-Orleans.”

“New-O…” she stopped. “Are we… are they… Are we going to die tonight?”

She caught his eyes and saw. They were most probably going to be executed tonight, and she would be questioned and experimented on and maybe they’ll use her blood to give the sun to all vampires… And everything he had done to keep her safe was crumbling down on him, breaking him apart as this voice inside of his head screamed at him that it was his fault and that he should have known better.

He wiped a tear off her cheek and took her chin between his fingers. He tried to give her his most sincere smile as he said: “I love you.” And he didn’t wait for her to say it back because hearing those words coming out of her mouth would kill him before dawn. So he kissed her forehead and rested his cheek on her head, hoping, praying to whatever God there was that he hadn’t just sentenced the woman he loved to death.

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Sutures - Chapter Three: Anosognosia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): drinking, drunkenness, light smut, sex dream, implications of oral sex, obsessive behavior from an ex, unhealthy relationship dynamic (not on part of Yoongi & OC)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Yoongi saw the look in your eyes shift from soft curiosity to sheer panic. He felt the pit of his stomach fill with guilt. He shouldn't have slept with you; sure, the two of you would still have this problem, but no one would've had reason to find your shoes. You wouldn't have had reason to leave them behind.

He'd felt betrayed, he'd felt lonely, he'd felt unloved by those he wanted to love him most. But, that was no excuse to sleep with the first attractive girl he found.

"Have you told Bang PD yet?" Namjoon asked, his demeanor calm, but Yoongi could see the slight shock cross over his features, causing his thick lips to pout and his chin to jut out.

Yoongi shook his head.

"I'll call him," Namjoon said. The leader placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He blocked Yoongi's view of you. He worried in those few seconds you were blocked from his view that you would collapse into Namjoon's chest and cry the tears meant for him. The tears because of him.

Namjoon left the room, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He tried his best not to focus on the way your tank top hugged your chest and exposed the hickeys he'd left the night before and that Namjoon probably noticed it too.

"You look tired," Yoongi said. "We can't do anything until tomorrow anyway. Try and get some sleep."

You nodded and Yoongi wasn't sure if you were just trying to reassure him or yourself. He remembered the way you'd fallen asleep long before he did. The way you'd fit against his body; how it felt like two puzzle pieces joining together for the first time. He blinked away the thoughts and tried to focus back down on your eyes.

"We'll pay them off," Yoongi said. "We'll make sure nothing comes of this."

---

Jihee (9:00 am): Are you all right?

Jihee (9:05 am): I heard you're in the hospital

Jihee (10:01 am): None of your members are texting me back

Jihee (12:31 pm): Baby, the news is reporting something about your soulmate? What happened last night?

Jihee (2:43 pm): Yoongi! Please respond to me! I'm worried

Jihee (5:12 pm): Yoongi...what I did last night...what happened was all a mistake...

Jihee (5:12 pm): I still love you

Jihee (6:00 pm): The news said you were released hours ago! Respond to me!

Jihee (8:20 pm): Yoongi, I miss you

Jihee (9:30 pm): I know I don't deserve you. But, please just tell me you're okay

Jihee (11:50 pm): Goodnight. Love you.

---

"Baby," you moaned. Your hands slipping beneath Yoongi's shirt. They were cold, but he still loved the way they moved over his stomach and chest. Your fingertips grazing over his skin, a fingernail occasionally catching and causing him to squirm.

His hands were in your hair, messing it up and causing it to form mountain ranges as his fingers hiked the peaks and valleys. He loved the way it felt between his fingers, soft and light.

Your lips moved from his and down to his neck where your lipstick stained his skin. He kept his grip on your hair, feeling it tug slightly as you move downward. He helped you slip his shirt off as your lips connected with his chest.

"You don't have--"

You silenced him by tugging on the waistband of his jeans and rubbing your thumb over the button, teasing him slightly.

"I want to," you responded, unbuttoning his jeans.

Yoongi tightened his grip on your hair, trying not to focus on the way your lipstick was smeared above your lips. He could already imagine the way they'd look...

His head lulled back and his fingers loosened.

---

Yoongi awoke. He was covered in sweat and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced down at his phone: 6:41 am. He sighed and headed to the bathroom.

He slapped himself softly, trying to stop the thoughts that continued to cross his mind. He didn't have feelings for you, it was simply lingering from he slept with you. Nothing else.

He wasn't going to deny he was attracted to you, he wouldn't have gone back to your apartment otherwise, but he felt nothing romantically for you. Yoongi knew the attraction would continue and probably only get worse, but he had to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break either of hearts more than they already were.

Yoongi turned on the shower, the water colder than usual.

---

You stood in Yoongi's studio where he kept his computer. You'd suppressed your laughter at the ridiculous amount of hoops you'd had to jump through in order to enter. A doorbell, black curtain, and two doors. You respected the fact he took his work seriously though. The wall full of awards and trophies he'd won, a few even separate from BTS.

There was a couch in the corner, but you were too anxious to sit. You just wanted your shoes back and whoever took them to get their money and leave you alone. You were thankful your name hadn't been released and the only other person who knew the full truth was Eunji.

"There's many of us trying," Yoongi said. "Me, Namjoon, our managers, other people at the company. One of us will get them."

You nodded and watched as the countdown on the auction neared two minutes to the end. There weren't many bids, but the shoes were somehow already over 300,000 won ($276 USD). You'd brought your knitting needles and some yarn and mindlessly knitted.

"What are you making?" Yoongi asked, a small smile breaking out across his lips. It was tiny and barely recognizable. You weren't sure if he pitied you or if simply trying to break the tension.

"Nothing in particular," you said. "I just need something to keep me busy."

Normally, when you went in without a plan, it turned out as a scarf. You bit you lip as the timer hit a minute.

Yoongi saw your gaze shift to his screen and he readied to enter his bid as close to the end as he could. He entered one million won ($920.00 USD) and hovered his finger over the enter button.

"That's too much!" you said.

"No one will outbid it."

"I know," you said. "But I feel bad. I shouldn't have forgotten them in the first place."

The timer hit twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Yoongi waited just a few more seconds wanting to time it just right.

You heard a scream and a crash and almost simultaneously an error message appeared on Yoongi's computer. Please connect to Wi-Fi.

"Shit," Yoongi said. "Jimin!"

You followed Yoongi to the living room, leaving the partially started scarf behind. You saw Jimin and Jungkook crowded around the router working to connect the cord back into it.

"Did you trip over it again?" Yoongi asked, his voice breathy and exasperated.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm not used to it."

Yoongi sighed and turned back to you. His dark eyes looked down at you apologetically and he sat down on the couch, pulling out his phone.

"I'll try and see if I can see who won."

---

"It looks like they're going to have to come out and fix it," Namjoon said, hanging up the phone. "We won't have internet until then."

The members groaned.

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and brought back a case of beer, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Let's play a game," he said. "To welcome Sumi to the dorm."

"What game?" Namjoon asked.

"Answer or drink," he said. "On your turn, someone asks you a question and if you don't want to answer it, you have to drink."

Everyone agreed and sat in a circle. Yoongi sat on one side of you and Hoseok on the other side. Your knee brushed Yoongi's and you felt a small pang in your chest as you pulled away.

"All right, we'll go in order of age. Jin, you're up first."

You didn't really pay attention to the questions. You'd fall somewhere towards the end. Between Jungkook and Taehyung.

Jin answered the question. He didn't seem like the type to be embarrassed easily, a quality you admired in the eldest.

---

"Yoongi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

The room stayed silent. No one had a question for the boy and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. However, Taehyung meekly raised his hand.

"What happened with Jihee?"

Yoongi cussed to himself. He knew she had been texting the other members about him. The other members would always consult him first before telling her anything when it was obvious he wasn't talking to her.

"She cheated," Yoongi answered simply.

The other boys' eyes widened and they nodded. However, it wasn't their gazes Yoongi felt boring into him. It was yours. He could feel your eyes staring at his profile.

Yoongi had been careful the night he met you. He managed not even to tell you his name. He'd only mentioned he'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He figured you didn't need to hear his sob story. Besides, he planned on keeping Jihee's betrayal a secret. Just as she wanted. The only people he could trust with the truth were his members.

But, you deserved to know the truth. It was unfair to keep you completely at a distance, especially when he'd overheard everything about your ex.

Yoongi noticed you drinking, you'd already cracked open another can by the time it got Namjoon. He felt a twinge in his chest. Yoongi quickly suppressed it, your drinking habits were none of his business. And based on the way Eunji talked the night at the bar, it didn't sound like you drank much. Only when your heart was broken.

"Sumi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

Again, the room fell silent. No one knew Sumi well enough to ask her such a personal question. But, then again, everyone was tipsy, or in a few cases, already drunk.

"How's Yoongi in bed?"

Everyone except for Yoongi and you laughed.

"Seriously?" Yoongi asked.

He knew it was the alcohol that asked the question, but it was still inappropriate. He didn't want you to have to drink. Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks rosy.

Yoongi reached over and drank for you, crumpling the can when he finished.

"Move on," he said. "It should be your turn, right, Jungkook?"

"Wait," you said. "I didn't answer."

Everyone turned to look at you. It was obvious you were too drunk to notice that Yoongi had technically already drank for you.

"He's good," you answered. "Better than my ex and I hate that cause..."

You drifted off not noticing the seven stunned faces staring at you.Your words slurred, but they hung in the room. Your eyelids drooped and your head lulled forward into your chest.

"I think it's time for bed," Namjoon said, standing up and helping you stand. He threw an arm around you and led you down the hall towards your bedroom.

Despite the fact that the situation was perfectly appropriate, Yoongi still felt a small pang of jealousy. He knew he shouldn't and that it was all the soulmates thing, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching.

"She probably won't remember this in the morning," Yoongi said. "Don't remind her."

Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink and left the room on the pretenses of being sleepy--which he was--but he also didn't want anyone to see the blush come to his cheeks.

---

You awoke the next morning with the worst headache you'd ever had. You clutched your forehead and glanced at the time: 10:30 am. You sighed.

You spotted your knitting things from yesterday placed on top of the dresser. You didn't remember fetching them from Yoongi's studio, but then again, you barely remembered anything after Jimin knocked the Wi-fi out.

"All I drank was beer," you muttered to yourself.

You weren't known for being a lightweight causing you to wonder just how much you'd drank the night before.

As you squirmed you felt something soft move in the crook of your arm. You looked down and saw Kitty. You smiled at the stuffed cat and her droopy eye.

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Note

I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

SDHDVUHDFSV,YDSFVUYVSFFUSVFUVFS

SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

#lbaf

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moonlit-mizukage · 3 years

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Chapter one: How the fuck did you find me?

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

Tw: Swearing, kidnapping, mafia mentions (Yakuza)

Taglist: open! Send an ask or dm to be added

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Third person Pov

Y/n sighed as she looked down at her phone again. She messaged Tendou about 20 times in the past two hours.

“Still nothing?” Shirabu asked her. She shook her head.

“I haven’t even heard from Suna or Kenma. They are probably just working or something.” She said back to him.

“Is everything okay?” Mei asked as she sat beside you on the couch now.

“Yes of course my favorite sister!” Y/n said as she tackled her.

“I’m your only sister y/n!!” Mei said as she laughed back….

“How are you and Tendou? Have you made any official wedding plans?”

“Not till I am done school.” Y/n replied to Mei.

“You must be so glad summer is here! What is everyone up too?” She asked. Y/n never elaborated more into Tendou’s “job” here on this side of Tokyo. She knew her family and her friends would not approve as they didn’t in highschool with the minor things they were doing.

“You know, Matsukawa opened a Funeral home, Terushima, Tendou and Kyotani own a Motorbike repair and refurbish shop, Hanamaki is unemployed and doing Vape tricks probably somewhere for coins.” Mei laughed at the last part. “Shirabu and I are in school, we met two other cool guys at our school during first year, Suna and Kenma. Suna is in business and Kenma is in programming.”

“Oh that’s so cool!” Mei said excitedly.

“What are you taking again next year little sis?” Y/n asked her.

“I am taking photography! Dad really had a lot to say but Yams talked him into letting me go!”

“It wasn’t easy but I did it for her.” He said smiling as he kissed the top of her head.

“Do you both have a summer placement?”

“I got a job as a pharmacy assistant and Y/n will work in a kitchen.” They all started talking about school and summer plans now as Y/n messaged your big group chat again. She asked where Tendou was but no one replied….

Meanwhile close by…

“What the fuck do you want you whore?”

“Now Tori, is that any way to talk to your Mother?” Said the woman as she walked down the old stairs.

Tendou reached into his pocket as he lit up his phone. He quickly pulled a gun from his belt and pointed at her.

“Listen Tori, I just want to talk. Tell your friends to fucking come out too before I shoot them down.” Tendou pulled his phone out texting the others to come out.

Terushima, Kyotani and Matsukawa stepped out from where they were hidden walking up to Tendou.

“Do you have Hanamaki or not first off.” Tendou’s words dripped with disgust to the woman in front of him. She gave her signature smirk to him.

“BOYS!” She yelled as they tossed Hanamaki from a room atop of the stairs.

“Hey! Be careful with the hostage, would ya?” He shouted at them.

“Come up this way boys.” She said as she walked up the stairs.

They all walked up and entered the room Hanamaki came from. There was a large table inside with 7 men sitting around the outside holding a variety of weapons.

“Take a seat. Let’s talk business, yeah?” The five Monsters sat around the table.

“How the fuck did you find me?” Tendou spit at her.

“Easy, you still use my business name as your cute little side hustle. I wanted to do this when You were 18, but I wanted to see what you five were capable of. I see you got two new guys. Where are they tonight?”

“We are supposed to head over to my fiance's apartment with them.”

“Oh that girl that wears the jacket huh? A pretty little thing huh, hate if something were to happen to her.”

“Shut the FUCK UP.” He stood up and slammed his fist down on the table as three of her men stood up holding up their guns. She motioned for them to sit down.

“Listen Tori. I want you to take over like you were supposed too. I know you were not raised in this life like I wanted, but I see what you are capable of. Your dad, he never wanted this, that’s why I got him out of the way. I didn’t expect your Grandma to step up though. That bitch hated me so much.”

“What the fuck did you do to dad?” Tendou asked.

“Just a little bit of framing for a murder I did. Nothing big.”

“I fucking lived in so many foster homes you cunt!”

“Calm down, your grandma came around eventually. Beside it built your character.”

“What the fuck!” Tendou shouted.

“You can get mad all you want, but I would be careful if I was you.”

“And why is that?” He asked back.

“I wouldn’t want to do this the hard way, your fiance might just happen to go missing, and every hour it takes you to find where she is in the city would be one less body part she has. I would personally make sure of that. I would also make it so you could find her just before she dies.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tendou asked.

“How about dinner tomorrow night? I would love to meet her face to face.” She said.

“No! Fuck you. I won't let you touch her!”

“Okay, since you want to be a dick, I will give you three days to decide. Meet me here Tuesday night at midnight. If you fail to come, your-”

“I fucking heard you the first time.” he said interrupting her. He stood up from the table. “Let’s fucking go.” He said to the other monsters.

They all exited the building quickly as Tendou and them got on their bikes. Hanamaki of course did not have his, so he was riding on the back of Matsukawa’s.

They pulled up all in their shared driveway as Tendou got off his bike and whipped his helmet off, smashing the glass on the ground.

“Woah Guess! Easy there.” Matsukawa said. He stomped in the direction of the house before letting out an ungodly scream.

“Dude, what are we going to do.”

“We need to call a monster meeting as soon as everyone leaves and talk about this fucking shit.”

“What kind of gang does your mom run?” Hanamaki asked.

“It’s not a fucking gang, she runs the goddam south side yakuza.” He said as he went to the cabinet pulling out any random bottle of booze and started chugging it.

“Are you fucking serious?” Terushima asked. Tendou pulled the bottle from his lips as he looked over to them.

“I don’t think I will be able to get out of this shit. She’s probably got men on every fucking corner for 6 blocks. If you guys want out, get the fuck out of here in the next three days. Before it’s too late. Once you are in, death is the only way out. We are not kids fucking around anymore, we aren’t fuck heads scaming the government with our shops here anymore either. We would be handling guns, drugs, probably some kind of sex work, and worst of all, rivals from the North.”

“I’m in.” Kyotani spoke up before anyone could even talk.

“You don’t have to decide right now guys.” Tendou said.

“I already have.” Kyotani said as he walked away.

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broken-balance-baby · 2 years

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forgotten idols and their intertwined destinies (chapter 12)

Chapters: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26

CHONCHALE KARAANA

Without Carlos’s mind he would have been nothing since the start of this battle. This little tirade he and Bhadra have going on, calling back and forth during and after each battle is something that entertained him— whether it be from the fact she was still alive, or that she still made it through each and every outpost with a weapon, he didn’t know.

“She thinks ahead of us, what will we do?” Carlos asked.

Diego muttered, “Do the same. She expects us to be there already, so let’s set up guards in each outpost prior. We use mines on the rooftops and hold the place down with hunters in the bushes. If they enter through a disguise, we rig the trucks with explosives.”

“We are not supposed to kill her.” Carlos reminded him.

Diego huffed. “ Ninguna promesa .”

“Diego?” Ajay asked at the doorway. “Who are you talking to?”

Diego looked to where Carlos was, meeting eyes with the wall. “Nobody.”

And then he left for the field.

The outpost was covered with what he said would be— Diego watched from afar in his own overwatch as truck after truck came to KEO Pradhana Mine, while no attacks had been made yet. He counted them; four were supposed to come, but if another was going to come it would not belong there because of the proper scheduling.

By the time a fifth one arrived, Diego called to set the explosives off on the grounds, and Bhadra had jumped out the moment she heard. As the guns pointed at her, she raised her hands up, only for her to drop her right hand down as the mines atop the roofing exploded. He watched as she escaped into the smoke, calling to attack from above.

Diego ordered for the archers to shoot, then the snipers on top fell. He grabbed his sniper rifle and put it on its stand, holding it up to the balcony where he aimed and fired. Bhadra was finally seen, destroying the alarm systems as she ran and hid from Diego’s bullets.

What he didn’t notice was the sniper who shot back at him.

He felt the kiss of a bullet whizzing past him as he realized they spotted him. He hid behind the walls, feeling the bullets pierce through the wood, before taking his sniper rifle again going back up to concentrate the shot to the source.

The source was however, nowhere to be found, and as soon as he looked back into the outpost, a good chunk of both Modern Shangri-la and his own were dead.

Then his radio chimed.

“Surprise!” Bhadra greeted.

Diego took his radio out. “That was my line.” he said.

“Sorry you took so long then. I was worried, where did you go, hm?”

“I am never too far, remember that.” Diego sneered.

“Close by, I assume. I take it Divin also sent you a welcome present.”

“Did you think we were done, ni ña? ” Diego chuckled, reaching for his pocket.

Then the silence commenced.

“What did—”

Diego pressed the remote.

From a distance, he heard the chain of explosions coming one after the other, echoing into the other end of the call as she screamed in shock. He could picture her nearly tossing the radio as she scrambled away, and he laughed.

“ MADARCHOD! ”

“ Surprise .” He grinned, but to his own, she laughed back.

“You played my move, you dirty piece of shit!”

“Better get creative when you come back out, mami .” Diego snorted, moving to climb down the overwatch.

“You can bet on that, baba .”

And then she buzzed off.

The last thing Diego expected when he returned to the palace was a punch to the face.

“YOU COULD’VE KILLED HER!” Ajay screamed, held back by guards when he scrambled to punch Diego again.

“And then I didn’t!” Diego said, holding his jaw, spitting blood onto the floor. Ajay’s eyes were wide and wild, seething with complete rage in contrast to his usual calm demeanor. His hair was messy, his clothes were more ruffled than before.

“If you wanted to take any part of this, you should have been planning with me!” Diego added, but Ajay elbowed the guard next to him and headbutted the next, charging at him through the hall. Diego threw an uppercut to his stomach and hooked him right in the neck. Ajay swept his foot under Diego’s, and as both fell down Ajay straddled the man and punched him again. Diego reached out to grab his wrists, yelling in protest as he tried to buck Ajay off of him.

“ ENOUGH! ” Pagan shouted, storming into the hall, as equally disheveled as Ajay was— the old man’s glasses were crooked on his face, and he was dressed in his fluffy pink robe. They must have woken him up halfway across the palace. “You’re getting blood all over the fucking place!”

“I’m sorry that your precious million rupee TILING is more important than A PERSON !” Ajay roared, then got off of Diego. Pagan slapped him in the face.

“Ajay, listen to me ,” Pagan hissed, grabbing him by the collar, “You’re not going to strangle my fucking nephew over a measly little prank .”

“It’s not a prank, it’s a fucking bomb.” Ajay spat.

“We are going nowhere with this.” Diego said as Pagan helped him up. The old man went to wipe the blood off Diego’s mouth with his thumb, standing between Ajay and him to prevent another fight. “She is alive . Be happy about that.”

Ajay stayed silent. His glare was still going on for ages, but as he heaved with his shoulders, he finally turned and left.

Diego was about to turn until Pagan reached out to him.

“Bathroom’s on the right, my boy.” he muttered. Diego nodded, wiping the blood from his mouth.

As he looked into the mirror, washing the blood away, he clenched his fist.

His jaw was aching.

Fucking cabrón .

#wrt.txt #ajay ghale #diego castillo #far cry 4 #far cry 6 #forgotten idols #crazy old tyrant au

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