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mikrokosmcs · 2 years

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Jongguk recuerda perfectamente bien el momento en que sucedió, cuando por primera vez, conoció al rey de los SsangYong-Pa, cuando ese par de ojos carentes de vida se fijaron en el suyos.

Jongguk conocía bien a cada miembro de las familias importantes dentro de aquel nuevo negocio donde sus padres, decidieron meter la nariz e incrementar el dinero que entraba para los Sung. Era un negocio sucio, turbio, lleno de pérdidas humanas, pero ganancias monetarias y él, un fiel sirvo del dinero, estaba más que dispuesto a aprender a desenvolverse en ese mundo. Doce tiernos años tenía cuando sus ojos almendrados, buscan entre la multitud el rostro de su nuevo asociado, de otro muchacho de edad parecida a la suya que había conseguido lo inimaginable. Los cuchicheos se escuchan, debe haber personas que hablan sobre Daero, rebautizado como Jaeseong cuando consiguió su bien merecido trono. Hay comentarios malos, como aquellos donde hablan de su linaje por parte de madre, un bastardo, un cabrón hijo de puta que se le ocurrió morder la mano que le dio de comer y matar a su medio hermano Daegi mientras dormía, de la forma más cruel y despiadada. Por otro lado, están aquellos que admiran al pequeño dragón que se pavonea por el salón como si fuese le rey de mundo, acompañado de su padre y su media hermana Gyeonghye. No cualquiera tenía la fuerza de voluntad para iniciar una sangrienta guerra entre hermanos, no todos tenían la sangre tan helada como los dragones para cometer tales atrocidades.

Pero Jaeseong la tenía.

Jongguk siente un escalofrío recorrerle la espalda cuando sus ojos conectan con los contrarios, quince años tiene el sanguinario asesino, la grasa de su rostro lo redondea y sus labios abultados le dan un aire adorable a su semblante. Jongguk se lo compraría, si no fuese porque sus ojos están colmados de oscuridad y carecen de brillo. La mirada de un asesino sangriento y frívolo, la mirada de una persona que parece tener los ojos puestos en su presa.

Ya lo detesta.

Jongguk es un chiquillo entrenado para ser un líder, una persona que ha crecido para volverse el chairman de su empresa cuando su padre decida marcharse y había aprendido mil trucos para manipular, para conseguir lo que quería y aun así, se siente pequeño al lado de otro niño. Los Sang se desvían de su primer objetivo porque al parecer, Jaeseong también lo había observado con intensidad, con interés, caminando hasta él. Jongguk tenía solo doce años cuando su primer encuentro con el dragón sucedió, cincelando una sonrisa en su faz mientras extiende una mano en dirección a este y el mayor toma la extremidad para besar galante el anillo en su dedo anular. Jongguk siente asco de inmediato, odiaba sentirse inferior a alguien, y Jaeseong era el único sentimiento que le generaba. Malnacido.

“Jaeseong, ¿Cuál es tu nombre?”

Jongguk tiene doce años cuando experimenta el primer deseo de estrangular a alguien con sus propias manos, conseguir dominar al depredador más fuerte.

“Jongguk, bienvenido a la familia”

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unholyhelbig · 2 years

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I'm begging you for the x-files AU

[A/N: Okay, you talked me into it. Here's a little drabble. Let me know if you guys want more!]

Dt 👽: @ani-bester @el-fandom-phantom @aringofsalt

Faint Silver light barely made it through the sheets of rain that fell in Northwest Oregon. Nancy had never seen this much rain in her career, not in Hawkins, not in her travels all over the United States. She had been soaked to the bone, the water worming its way into her skin.

The raincoat she had stripped and hung on the back of the motel room door had been little protection. She had laid her clothes strategically on the room’s heater, letting the dry air remedy her blazer, her shirt, and her pants. A red robe clung to Nancy now, nose icy, as she typed her report to the bureau.

Agent Wheeler had always done as she was told, she was sure that hard work and diligence had gotten her this far in the agency and would continue to propel her. The report she was working on had to be detailed, it had to relay everything she and Robin Buckley had found in the Collum National Forest.

She had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t stuck on this case of killed teenagers because of short staffing. She was smart, too smart for her own good, perhaps. And there had been rumors about who they called Spooky Buckley.

When Nancy had been assigned to the X-File unit located in the damp basement amongst cases yet to be solved, covered up, she had expected some big hulking agent, covered in scars and dressed in black. She had knocked tentatively despite her training. She had been pleasantly shocked.

Buckley had been hunched over a case file; her nose scrunched in concentration. Messy, short hair had fallen into her gaze, a buttoned flannel rolled up to her elbows. She hardly looked spooky under her smattering of freckles, and her crystal blue eyes. But the rumors of her work ethic proceeded her.

She had an unhinged method about her, and had arranged for the body of Ray Soames. She had gotten them access to a mental institution where two victims were still alive but in no state to discuss what they had encountered.

Nancy was in the middle of relaying this, relaying the fact that there were two pink marks at the base of every victim’s spine, the mind has suffered from something much more than trauma. The fact that their watches had both malfunctioned, and the radios in town emitted a high-pitched screech.

These were all things that Nancy Wheeler couldn’t logically explain. But Buckley’s proclamation of alien abduction and life in this universe other than their own was far out of her realm of belief, and she intended to say so.

Nancy adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose just as the power flickered out from the storm. Thunder shook the room, Nancy’s heart in her throat for just a moment of shock. “Great.”

She lit a candle, the cold beginning to creep in. Nancy made her way to the bathroom, guided by the flickering yellow color. She pulled back the shower curtain in the bathroom, the water running hot, steam filling the room.

Nancy pulled the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers reached her lower back, brushing the elastic band of her underwear. She was familiar with the feel of her skin, the pads of her fingers brushing over two small, raised bumps. Something that shouldn't have been there.

The fear was back, she angled herself in the mirror, trying to get a better look at it in the candlelight. She remembered hours earlier, the panic of Peggy O’Dell, marked like the others with the two pink abrasions.

Nancy found the red robe again, sinching it at the waist. She forwent shoes, and her candle, only grabbing her room key in the darkness from memory. Her mind was searching for reassurance. It led her outside, into the cold rain, the bleary night.

Without hesitation, she knocked on Agent Buckley’s door. It opened in three seconds flat; she knew because she counted the methodic drops that landed on her shoulder. Nancy tried to ignore the tender look on Robin’s face, the way her gray t-shirt hugged her in the low candlelight.

Her eyebrows lifted “Hi,”

“I want you to look at something.”

“Come on in.”

Nancy didn’t have to be told twice. She pushed her way into the warmth of Robin’s room. It smelled like mint and sandalwood. Part of her registered it as vaguely comforting. The other part was too frazzled to think of anything but markings on her skin.

She took a deep breath as Robin closed the door, undoing the band around her midsection. This was vulnerable, her hair damp and stringy from the rain. Nancy had met Agent Buckley less than 48 hours ago, had followed her lead during this investigation, and now she stood here in her bra and underwear, letting the robe drop to her feet.

Nancy took a breath and turned, down casting her eyes. Agent Buckley got the message, she moved closer, kneeling behind her. Goosebumps raised against her skin from the heat of the candle, the way Robin’s fingers pressed against the small of her back.

“What are they?” She asked, greeted by silence. “Buckley, what are they?”

Nancy caught a glimpse of a charming smile. “Mosquito bites.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I got eaten alive myself out there.”

Robin stood now, the same grin on her face. Nancy had pulled the robe back over her shoulders in a quick, familiar motion. Relief rushed through her as she fell into Robin, nose pressed into the crook of the girls neck. She felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

Nancy composed herself, taking a small step back from Agent Buckley. It was a moment of weakness. She could handle the physical things, had nearly been shot at a number of times, made it through the academy. It was the things that made your mind slip that scared her the most, made her shake uncontrollably.

“You’re shaking.”

“I need to sit down.”

Robin helped her get to the bed, let her sit down on the edge of the floral duvet. Her legs were shaking, and the agent sat close to her. Nancy realized it wasn’t the candle that smelled of mint, it was Robin. “Can I tell you a story?”

Nancy merely nodded; her mouth dry. She liked the closeness, the quiet of the room as rain swam against the windowpanes. Agent Buckley blinked a few times, steadying herself.

“I was twelve when it happened, my sister, she was eight. She just disappeared out of her bed one night. Just gone, vanished. No note, no phone calls, no evidence of anything.”

Nancy placed her hand on Robin’s knee, giving it a slight squeeze. She hadn’t expected the vulnerability, the same type she had shown as she crashed into an embrace with someone she barely knew.

“You never found her?”

Robin shook her head “Tore the family apart. No one would talk about it. There were no facts to confirm, nothing to offer any hope.”

“What did you do?”

“Eventually, I went off to school in England, I came back, got recruited by the bureau. Seems I had a natural aptitude for applying behavioral models to criminal cases.” Robin swallowed hard, blinking away the wetness in her eyes “My success allowed me a certain freedom to pursue my own interests. And that’s when I came across the X-files.”

“It was an accident?”

She wouldn’t’ have discovered them if she hadn’t been pulled into the office two days ago. They were hidden, so far beyond the reach of an agent that no one could work out the knots to get to it. To her it seemed like cases no one could solve, ones that no one wanted to.

“At first, it looked like a garbage dump for UFO sightings, alien abductions, the kind of stuff that most people laugh at for being ridiculous. But it was fascinating, I was fascinated. At this point, I think I’ve read through every case I can get my hands on.”

Nancy could understand that, had to after the childhood that she had. There were some things in this world that couldn’t be explained. Her kid brothers’ best friend had vanished in the middle of the night and came back as something else.

The chime of a clock and flickering of lights for communication sent her into a spiral. Yet, the thought of aliens were far out of reach. The emotion in Robin’s stance, in her eyes, made her regret some of the things she had written into her report.

Robin turned her head, the pale moonlight catching the slope of her features, the beauty of her expression. “There’s classified government information I’ve been trying to access but someone has been blocking my attempts to get at it.”

“I don’t understand. Who?”

“Someone at a higher level of power. The only reason I’ve been allowed to continue my work is because I’ve got connections. Connections in congress.”

“And they’re afraid that you’d leak information? Is that it?”

“You’re part of their agenda, you know that.”

“I’m not a part of any agenda,” She said, dismayed, angered “You’ve got to trust me, Buckley. I’m here just like you, to solve this.”

Nancy struggled to swamp places with Robin, to see things from her view. She had put so much faith in science, in the agency that swooped her off the street right out of med school, much to the disappointment of her father. But it seemed as far fetched as the idea of extraterrestrials.

“I’m telling you this, Wheeler, because you need to know. Because of what you’ve seen.” Robin takes a gentle hand and guides Nancy’s eyes away from the floor and to hers, thumb brushing against her cheek. “Listen to me, Wheeler, this thing exists.”

“But how do you know…”

“The government knows about it, and I got to know what they’re protecting. Nothing else matters to me, and this is as close as I’ve ever gotten to it.”

Nancy fought the urge to lean into Robin’s touch. Her eyes flicked to the girls’ lips and then back up, holding her gaze. They were close, warm and entangled in a vulnerable moment. She wanted to embrace Robin ‘Spooky’ Buckley. The big bad of the X-files.

Robin swiped the pad of her thumb comfortingly over the redness of Nancy’s cheek. A loud chirp of the phone pulled them both apart, Nancy startling, swallowing hard and focusing on the pattern of the carpet once more. Robin stood, picking up the phone.

“Hello? What? Who is this?” There was a beat of silence before she hung up, eyes hardening as she looked at Nancy. “That was some woman… she just said that Peggy O’Dell is dead.”

#X-Files Au #Robin Buckley #Nancy Wheeler #Ronance #Ronance Au #Stranger things #Stranger things fanfiction #request

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