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ethereal-night-fairy · 18 days

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Broken Vows and Promises

*Bzzt*

Upon hearing your favourite ringtone your hands quickly snatched the phone on your vanity. Heat rushes to your face, your hands trembling as they open the message you received from your love. Butterflies erupted everywhere while your heart hammered against your ribcage in anticipation. He's arrived home. He's finally home!

Suds🧼: Arrivin at the bar soon hen. Ah can't wait tae see ye. Wear somethin nice. I've something important tae ask ye.

If you thought your heart was hammering before it's practically breaking through your chest now. You put down the phone after replying, finding it very hard to contain your excitement as you squeal with joy. You place your hands over your heart trying to calm down so you can continue getting ready. You were almost done anyways, just needed to apply his favourite lipstick. You were also wearing his favourite dress. A classy backless number, one he often enjoyed groping you through.

It's been far too long since you've seen him. He's been so quiet lately, it made you doubt if he still wanted to be with you. But that was just your insecurity worming its way through your brain. His absence was due to the nature of his missions. You couldn't hold that against him. Not when he was working so hard to keep the world safe. He's been more stressed since he joined a taskforce the year prior. But he's proud how far he's come since joining the military at 16. You were so proud of him too. He was your everything. Your first kiss, your first date, your first time… You gaze lovingly at the promise ring on your ring finger, the one he gifted to you before joining the military. It wasn't the most expensive or extravagant ring in the world but it meant everything to you. You never wanted to part with it.

You reminisce as you gather your essentials, still giddy from excitement. All the beautiful memories of your childhood with him coming back to warm your heart. The bike rides, sneaking into each other's room at night, the Saturday evenings spent at the lake. All beautiful moments you cherished greatly.

You're at the door just about to leave when another notification rings out. You roll your eyes thinking it's Johnny telling you to come soon. Your stomach flustered at the thought of what was about to happen. Your heart felt so full of love you couldn't control your excited jitters. You glance at the promise ring one last time before opening your phone, still giddy with butterflies.

But it isn't Soap unfortunately. It's your friend Freya. She sent a photo attachment. You laugh, she had a tendency to spam you with memes at odd hours of the day. You press on her name expecting to see another stupid work meme…

But that isn't what your eyes are greeted with…

Your throat seizes, air refusing to enter your lungs. Your body immediately loses all its warmth and your left standing there in shock as your heart shatters into a million pieces. It was your Johnny, Your Suds… His hands were on a man's thigh. A very tall bulky man with a mask pulled down slightly. Who was that? Why were they so close? No calm down, there must be a logical explanation. You take in a shaky breath trying to laugh off what you were witnessing. He's probably just had too much to drink.

Two more pings ring out signalling more messages. More images burn into your retina. Images you wish never existed. Images you wished were fabricated. This must be a cruel joke. The more you looked at the images the more you felt the shards of your heart piercing you. What with all the touching? A final notification pings with a flurry of texts that follow a minute later. Your heart sank into the pits of hell…Your Johnny…his lips…his lips were kissing someone else…You don't get much time to look as a plethora of texts push the wretched image away.

You're frozen, unable to think or move…Your body trembles from the ice coursing through you, your blood runs cold from heartache. You're left staring at the phone as messages and messages pour in. But you don't know what to do, where to look or how to feel. You don't even realise when tears start to obstruct your vision. You collapse as a devastated sob shakes you to your core. Why would he do this to you?

You clutch the phone as you bring it to your chest. Your sobs ring out through the apartment as your phone continues to ping but you're too weak, too fragile to respond or look at anything right now. Your mind reels with questions you don't have answers to. Why was this happening? How long? How long has he been cheating on you? Did he ever love you? Was everything a lie? Why now? You continue to cry out trying to alleviate this raw pain.

Your phone begins buzzing, jolting you from your sad thoughts. You look down to hope it's Freya, your saving grace in this awful situation. You wanted her to come hold you. You didn't want to fall apart alone. But no it isn't her…Rather it's his name and it burns your eyes like venom.

Incoming call: Suds🧼

This was inspired by @s-coquette two shot fic called Three's a crowd. Go check out their amazing writing! Thanks for letting me use your fic as inspiration.

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olichat-reads · 3 months

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Imagine | Betraying Villain Bakugou as an Undercover Hero

Villain!Bakugou x ProHero!Reader

Summary: you were a pro hero sent undercover to get close to & gather intel on the notorious villain Dynamight. What you didn't account for was to fall in love with the man you were meant to take down.

A/n: basically undercover cop x mafia boss inspired hehe.

A/n: this was meant to be a proper fic but its been sitting in my drafts for SO LONG as just a concept so this will just have to do for now :')

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You have to tell him.

The longer you wait, the worse it is for you. It won't take long for them to get to you.

To get to him.

Your fists clenched around the covers at the thought.

You can't let that happen.

You won't.

Bakugou Katsuki- or better known as Dynamight was a name well known by the public as the ruthless villain ruling the underworld with an iron fist whilst fitting into the facade of a very accomplished CEO.

He was notorious for his dirty ways & illegal businesses, never bothering to hide his darker persona from the world, making sure everyone knew to fear him. Yet, the authorities never had enough proof to arrest him, never able to trace his crimes back to him, his organization too clean & flawlessly managed to reveal any dirty work below the surface.

Thats where you come in. An undercover pro hero sent as an innocent civillian to get close to him & investigate from the inside.

Who would've guessed on the inside you'd find a grumpy teddy bear of a man instead of the demon of Musutafu. You learned he wore facade over facade. Despite knowing his CEO mask wasn't really him, you discovered he wasn't really the heartless criminal either.

Bakugou acknowledges that his hands weren't clean in his business deals, he knows he isn't all good, but over the time you spent together, you learn that he isn't all bad either.

Because how could the man who visits the orphanage he grew up in be all bad?

How could the man- insisting he only visited to see his Ma Inko that raised him out of obligation and not because he got attached to the little hellspawns at the orphanage, despite always relenting to play with them every single time without fail, because they were annoying, as if he couldn't just walk away if he really wanted to- be as evil as they say?

How could the man that consoles little kids who were nervous to have a new family so gently and softly, that they will be loved, deserved a place to call home, and promise he will make sure they were happy and safe, be totally heartless?

Falling in love was not the plan.

Nor was having the big bad crime boss fall in love with you.

It was most definitely not in your plans to adore the man snoring peacefully next to you while you silently lose your mind, as much as you did.

Looking over at him, his head pressed against your hip, arm draped over your thighs, his chest rise & fall in slow breaths, you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips.

Who knew the big scary, angry man whose explosive demeanor never fails to shaken people's hearts everywhere could be so..

Adorable?

He looked so harmless burrying himself further into your side, pulling you closer as he mumbled your name in his slumber, the action making you melt.

You twisted your body just a bit to bury your hands into his deceptively soft hair, letting fluffy porcupine spikes tickle your cheeks as you let yourself be pulled closer by the sleeping mobster.

And who would have ever thought the person who got him to open his heart was the same person sent to bring him down.

How ironic.

You clenched your jaw at the thought, freeing your fingers from those gold strands to fist your palms so tight your knuckles turned white, as you tried to control yourself while still being mindful of the sleeping Bakugou snuggling for your warmth.

You wanted to protect him. To keep him safe. For him to be free and happy. No matter the cost, even if it meant dying by his hands.

You've thought about it. Of course you have. You knew the consequences of revealing yourself to him, your initial motives and the fact that you've been betraying him, all the while the cold, hard man fell in love and trusted you enough to offer his heart.

He would kill you.

You knew that. You hurt him, even if he didn't know it yet. Broke his heart, & betrayed the trust he found so hard to give to just anyone.

There was no doubt he would kill you, and take your life as compensation.

Yet, you've made up your mind. You'd have nowhere to go. Even if by some miracle you get out of this alive, the HPSC would hunt you down. Your life was over with either way.

How strange.

To think dying was the least of your concerns.

As you run your fingers gently through his hair again, unable to placate your twitching fingers, Bakugou slowly stirred awake, soft red eyes fluttering open to blink up at you, before he broke into a sleepy smile filled with so much pure love and adoration you had to choke back a sob.

No. Dying was a show of mercy. Nothing would hurt more than having those warm eyes currently staring at you like you were the best thing in the world, turn cold. No torture would hurt more than having to live, knowing the man that used to attack you with the sweetest kisses whenever he came home, the man that clung to you like a baby koala while you cooked, the man that loved you despite knowing you weren't perfect, would come to hate you.

That was what would break you.

You were certain. Death would be welcomed in comparison to the alternative. Death would be worth having those red eyes only ever look at you the way he was now.

"Hi."

"Hi, you."

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a/n: ohhhhhh mafia au my beloved

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #oliwrites

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odyssean-flower · 6 months

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A songbird in the depths

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader (inspired by phantom of the opera)

Warnings: Slight yandere, kidnapping (kinda?), reader gets shoved to the floor, confinement

Wrote this in celebration of reaching 200 followers! Thank you guys for all your support. I wanted to write this on halloween but couldn't figure out what to write, so here we are

Based on this post

i may write a follow up to this, but it'll probably be when i feel like it.

This is a mix of the musical and book. i recommend reading the book if you haven't, it's pretty good

A low but resonant melody drifted into your ears, rousing you from your sleep.

Where am I again? You wondered as you slowly rose from your bed. As you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, you looked around the room. It was beautifully furnished, if a bit old-fashioned, but what struck you was the flowers everywhere. There were vases placed on every surface of the room: on the table, the chest of drawers, even the floor. Their faintly sweet scents mingled together, making you feel a bit dizzy.

You gradually recalled what happened earlier. You had been in your dressing room after your very first triumph on stage. You could hardly believe that the transcendent voice that came out of your mouth belonged to you. The applause and cheers that had erupted from the audience after your performance was something you had never heard before, even for the lead singer who you replaced (under very suspicious circumstances, now that you thought about it) Just as your Angel of Music had promised, you had astonished Fontaine...

And speaking of your Angel...

A shiver of fear traveled down your spine. You had been resting in your dressing room after feeling a bit dizzy, and then suddenly, the warm, dear voice of your Angel came from the mirror, like it always did when he gave you lessons. He congratulated you on your success, and you thanked him profusely. Then, you plucked up the courage to ask him what you always wanted to ask: to be able to see him. To your surprise, he readily agreed.

Then, something happened to your mirror. It was as though it had expanded, stretched, opened...something. But whatever happened, you found yourself looking not at your reflection, but a pitch-dark opening. Your dressing room had disappeared behind you as well.

Panicking, you let out a cry and attempted to turn back, but a glove-covered hand seized your hand, and another arm wrapped around your waist. You couldn't see who it was and struggled in their arms, but their grip was strong. They dragged you downwards to a little spot with light. It was there that you were able to make out your captor's silhouette, a tall cloaked figure wearing a mask. Could this be your Angel of Music? Surely not. You had imagined him to be a radiant, golden being.

"W-Who are you? Where is my Angel?" you managed to find your voice, albeit weakly. "I-If you do not take me b-back, I-I shall--"

The masked figure looked down at you, and your words died in your throat. The mask itself was simple, but it was the eyes looking down at you that astonished you. They were a pale lilac with slitted pupils.

"A-Are you..."

But before you could finish your sentence, you heard the most transcendental, heavenly music. You didn't know where it came from. You couldn't identify the instruments. It could be coming from the masked figure itself. Whatever it was, you were pretty sure it made you fall into a trance, for you barely remembered the trip here. You recalled snatches of a large lake, though not the vessel you traveled on. There was a small house on an island in the middle, and the masked figure picked you up and carried you inside...

You couldn't remember anything that happened that.

You looked down at yourself. You were still wearing the clothes you were wearing when you came here. Nothing seemed off. But now that the effects of that music wore off, you felt terror reclaiming your mind again.

There were only two doors. One led to a bathroom. The other, suspiciously unlocked, led into a hallway. You opened it eagerly and stepped outside. The beautiful music resumed again. This time, you could tell that it was played by an organ. It didn't seem to have the same hypnotic quality as the music from before, but it was entrancing all the same.

You followed the source of the music, looking around as you did so. There were sconces with lit candles and closed wooden doors. It reminded you of the staff's living quarters up at the Opera. In fact, now that your eyes had adjusted to the dim, you were sure that they were nearly identical.

The piano was now accompanied by a low, sonorant voice. You would recognize that voice anywhere. The voice undulated, becoming quiet at one moment, and then thundering in the next. It was like the sea itself. You felt like a small boat adrift, slowly being pulled into a vortex. You knew that you shouldn't go to the source of that voice without preparation. You should at least arm yourself. But you couldn't make yourself stop.

Eventually, you ended up in front of a set of double doors. You slowly pushed them open and gasped. It was as though you've entered an underwater cave. The room was dimly lit with a few candles here and there, unlike your room which had electric lights. There was a pool of water in the center of the stone floor with a canopy hanging over it. Looking closer, you made out the shapes of pillows and sheets. There was a large window that looked out onto the lake. Turning your head, you saw a desk covered in sheets of music.

And then, slowly, you turned your head to the opposite wall.

It was covered with the pipes of an organ, and in the center of it, a cloaked figure was sitting at the keyboard, playing away. You caught glimpses of a pair of blue gloves flying across the keys. The singing was definitely coming from them. There was no doubt anymore. This was your Angel of Music.

The Angel seemed too preoccupied to notice your entrance. You slowly walked up to him, not sure what you should do. Every note of his voice was like a dagger to your heart. You felt the urge to join your voice to his. This music couldn't be of the human world. It contained too much power.

You had to see who was under that mask. You needed to know the face of that voice.

With a daring that surprised even yourself, you tucked your fingers under the smooth mask and tore it away.

The cry of rage and grief that followed would haunt your ears for the rest of your life.

You found yourself pinned to the floor, your hands held together above your head. Your back ached with pain. But you almost forgot all of that as you stared up at the face above yours.

Your Angel of Music, in some ways, was as beautiful as you imagined. He resembled the marble statues one would see at museums, beautiful and enduring relics of a bygone time. He had long silver hair that flowed like moonlight, the strands brushing against your face. His lavender eyes were framed with long lashes.

But you also noticed the other features. The blue, glowing horns sprouting from the back of his head. His slitted pupils. The pointed ears. The shimmering scales near his cheeks.

You couldn't believe you hadn't realized this earlier.

"Y-You're a dragon..." your voice was a whisper.

Those beautiful eyes bore down into yours.

"Now that you know my true identity," he said, his voice nothing like the kind and supportive Angel who had patiently tutored you for all these months. "You can never leave here again."

It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. "No!" you shouted, struggling against him in vain. "You can't! Please, I won't ever touch your mask again. I'll forget all about it! I won't tell anyone about you, I swear on my life! So please, let me go!"

His face was as impassive as stone.

"Humans...never content with what is allowed to them. Always taking and taking. You simply had to see my face, didn't you? You weren't satisfied with only the voice?" There was something behind the distinct anger in his voice, but you were too scared to pick up on it.

"Please don't kill me..." you said, then squeezed your eyes closed. You hoped he would make it painless at the very least.

"Kill you...?" the dragon's voice was close to your ear now. You pictured his mouth, probably full of sharp fangs, so close to your neck and let out a squeak. Tears pooled in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. To your horror, you felt something wet and rough lick at them.

You felt like you were going to go mad.

There was a brief, terrifying silence before he spoke again. "I would sooner bring down this opera house on top of my head than kill you."

"...Huh?" Your eyes flew open and stared at him. He looked away.

The grip on your hands loosened, and he helped you up. His hand went around to your back, rubbing it to alleviate the pain, you realized.

"You will remain here, with me," he said, still not looking at you. "Until you are proven to be trustworthy."

Your mind was whirling from everything that just happened, but the only thing you could understand was that you weren't going to be killed.

"H-How long will that be?" you asked.

"Until you are proven to be trustworthy," he repeated. You could tell from the tone of his voice that this wasn't up for discussion.

His hand was still rubbing your back. Gulping, you slowly stepped away. He didn't pull you back.

You could now see the situation you were in. You were completely reliant on this being's goodwill. If you ever wanted to see sunlight again, you had to win his trust and favor.

"If I am to live with you for the foreseeable future, sir," you said, keeping your voice as calm as you could and looking into those beautiful eyes. "Then might I learn your name?"

You doubt you would ever think of him as an angel ever again.

He didn't say anything for a while. You feared that you had gone too far, but then he spoke.

"My name is Neuvillette," he said.

He held out his hand. After hesitating for a brief second, you placed your hand in his, and he wrapped his fingers tightly around it, like a shackle.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x gn reader #my works

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mitsuki91 · 2 months

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Of course because my brain can not stop and it's full of floating snowbaird plots, now I am thinking about a story post canon where Lucy Gray return to 12 and with Maude Ivory as the snowbaird ambassador... So I write a little bit and I present to you my own version of Maude Ivory, the new menance to society, who has the best (worst) part of Lucy Gray charm and Coriolanus manipulation:

She saw him again a year and a half later.

Unbelievable. Maude Ivory had insisted on taking part in this phantom Victory Tour that Panem was advertising everywhere - while Lucy Gray had stayed cooped up at home because she couldn't bear the thought of the Hunger Games, just as she had been at home during the summer event - and so she had gone to the square, alone in the crowd, to watch the little speech that that year's Victor was going to give.

And there he was.

Her hands itched. Maude Ivory bit her tongue, thinking back to the promise she had made, but there had to be a way... A way...

Coriolanus was not alone. He was moving with a small group of people - a blonde woman who looked like him, another blonde woman who looked like she had a stink on her face, and one with black hair so straight it looked like silk and an almost sullen expression - but she couldn't let this opportunity pass her by.

When the stage show ended she slipped through the crowd, taking advantage of her petite build and the fact that no one really paid attention to a nine-year-old girl, until she found herself just behind the group.

"... How dreary" the obnoxious blonde woman was saying "And you put up with what? A month? Far too long, if you ask me."

Maude Ivory leaned even closer and then tugged at the sleeve of Coriolanus' red coat.

He turned instinctively towards her and the world froze.

She saw it, in his blue eyes. An instant of panic, and then a pain so sharp it hurt reflexively, and then... Nothingness. A flat calm, deposited like the fine coal dust that covered everything at the Seam.

"... Do you have any caramel popcorn?" asked Maude Ivory, assuming her best good-girl-does-sweet-eyes expression.

The small group had stopped with Coriolanus and the girls were all puzzled and silent.

"No," replied Coriolanus, dryly.

Maude Ivory used her secret technique of making-a-cute-pout. Just a little glossy-eyed, to soften.

She let go slowly of his coat sleeve, trying to put in as much devastation as a poor, dirty, starving child could muster - which was a lot, she had to admit, so Maude Ivory congratulated herself as she waited for any reaction from him.

Which did not wait.

Coriolanus' lower lip trembled imperceptibly and his eyes filled with pain again - with regret, Maude Ivory realized at that moment.

A second later and Maude Ivory felt herself being lifted into his arms and found herself hanging by his side, her face at his height, while he smiled, tenderly, masking his suffering.

"Hey, how about I buy you a cake instead?"

"A cake? A whole one?!"

"Of course."

"Will you get me a chocolate one?"

"Whatever you like. Only, you have to help me. You see, I've never been to this part of the District: will you guide me to the bakery?"

Maude Ivory smiled and let out a few exclamations of enthusiasm. She began to guide him noisily and chaotically, pointing with her arms and hands, laughing when he pretended to take a wrong turn to be corrected. With a very small part of herself she was aware that the other girls were following them and that their expressions were priceless: of pure amazement, speechless in front of that spectacle in which Coriolanus almost made a fool of himself just to make a little girl laugh.

Perfectly so, thought Maude Ivory, enjoying the power she wielded over all of them, Coriolanus above all.

Barb Azure used to tell her that she was too smart and sprightly for her age, and in that moment Maude Ivory fully understood what her cousin meant. And she was proud of it.

Finally they arrived at the bakery, where Maude Ivory, still in Coriolanus' arms, made a lot of other scenes pretending to be undecided between different chocolate cakes. Finally she chose a medium-sized, heart-shaped one - because, it was obvious, even if he didn't know it, it had to be a gift from Coriolanus to his Lucy Gray - and as Coriolanus struggled to get the money out of his coat pocket, she threw her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders, hugging and cuddling him. Surreptitiously she peered at the girls and saw that the obnoxious blonde looked disgusted, so she smiled brightly at her.

"Who are you?" she asked her, direct and innocent.

She emitted an annoyed snort.

"Livia Cardrew," she replied, "Coryo's girlfriend. You know, the guy who's buying you a cake for no good reason." she added in a hiss, addressing him.

Maude Ivory felt Coriolanus stiffen beneath her and widened her smile.

You are deluded, blondie.

"Then prepare yourself, for when I am grown I will take him away from you," she replied, quietly, and saw the dark-haired girl turn to hide a laugh in the palm of her hand.

"Oh really?" asked the third girl, smiling amused "And what is your name?"

"Maude," replied Maude Ivory. She purposely didn't say her middle name because, she knew, 'Maude' could be a Miss Nobody, but 'Maude Ivory' belonged to the Coveys - and the Coveys were a secret she only wanted to share with Coriolanus.

He seemed to appreciate it, however, as he turned his head slightly to the side to leave a light kiss in her hair.

That earned her another grunt of disapproval from stink-below-the-nose-Livia and an even squeakier laugh from the other girl.

"Then nice to meet you, Maude. I am Tigris, Coryo's cousin, and in a few years I will be honored to be a relative of yours."

You don't know how much, thought Maude Ivory.

Coriolanus had managed to pay, so they all left the bakery.

"Will you take me home?" asked Maude Ivory to Coriolanus "I'll tell you the way."

"Of course," replied Coriolanus, in a low voice.

Maude Ivory knew she was directing him towards many memories. Good memories, she hoped, though they must be full of bitterness since he didn't know Lucy Gray was back and well.

Fate would decide.

She would not break any promises, she would not say anything, but Coriolanus was going to return to the Covey house. And there he was going to find Lucy Gray.

They walked for about a quarter of an hour. Maude Ivory had chatted a little with the girls - she had found out that the third was called Clemensia and that she had been invited to attend the Victory tour as a friend of Tigris, who was the stylist, and Coriolanus, who was responsible for the success of the event.

Then they had arrived. The last house before the meadow.

Maude Ivory had stirred and slipped out of Coriolanus' grasp. Tam Amber had come out of the house and merely observed them, puzzled.

"Look!" had exclaimed Maude Ivory, taking the bag from Coriolanus' hands "Coryo gave me a cake!"

The girls called him that, so she had decided she would do the same.

Tam Amber took the bag from her hands and opened it, looking at the box with the cake shop symbol.

"Mmmmh..." he commented, neutral "Did you say thank you properly?"

Maude Ivory returned to Coriolanus and pulled him tightly into a hug. He, puzzled, merely looked at her.

"What a warm coat!" she exclaimed, looking up at him and enacting another skit of her own "I bet it would look great on my cousin Barbie! Do you know she has to run every morning to get warm because we don't have enough fabric for winter clothes?"

Come on, thought Maude Ivory, take the bait.

Coriolanus stared at her for several moments, confused. Then he raised an eyebrow, puzzled. He looked both irritated and amused.

“You want my coat? For... Your cousin?” he asked finally.

Maude Ivory performed a huge sly smile.

"My cousin would thank you very much if she were here, I'm sure."

Holy stars in the sky, that wasn't even a lie.

Coriolanus hid his mouth behind his hand. A flash of pain in his eyes, and then a secret laugh.

“You know what? That's fine. You've earned it,” he finally told her, taking off his coat. Maude Ivory heard the blonde hen exclaim "What?!" and ignored her. She took the coat from Coriolanus' hands and folded it back on itself, holding it up so it wouldn't touch the ground.

"Thank you! We will make good use of it!"

"I hope so. It's fine tailoring, you know."

"Fine what?"

"Never mind."

Coriolanus tousled her hair in a gesture that was both affectionate and familiar. Lucy Gray always did it to her.

"Kiss?" asked Maude Ivory.

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow again and then leaned towards her to leave a small kiss on her cheek.

"I really have to go now... Maude."

"Well, thanks for everything, stranger."

Coriolanus turned, after nodding to Tam Amber, and had almost reached the end of the street when Maude Ivory shouted one last thing to him.

"If you can, send me some caramel popcorn when you get home!"

She heard him burst out laughing and smiled back with thirty-two teeth. Coriolanus turned for a final wave and then disappeared behind a turn, tailed by the girls.

Maude Ivory, still with the coat in her hand, went round the house until she found Lucy Gray on the other side, standing at the wall, pale and with a terrible expression on her face.

As if she had seen a ghost.

And with a pain that mirrored what she herself had seen in his eyes.

Maude Ivory handed her the coat.

"I have not broken my promise, I swear," she told her. Lucy Gray remained silent. She did not even seem to be looking at her, lost in some memory she had not shared with her "It still smells like roses" Maude Ivory insisted.

With a terrible sigh Lucy Gray came back to reality and, with trembling hands, picked up the coat. She detached herself from the wall of the house and wrapped it around herself, sinking her face into the collar and sniffing at the top of her lungs.

“Thank you, Maude Ivory,” she said at last.

She was not stupid enough to refuse such a gift even though, Maude Ivory was sure, in a few days she would be scolded good and proper.

"Are we all celebrating with cake tonight? It's chocolate."

She saw Lucy Gray smiling, and smiled back.

The stars had not graced them this time but, she felt, sooner or later they would help her sort things out.

She wasn't going to stop trying anyway.

#coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #maude ivory #maude ivory baird #fan fiction #my fics #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #of course I miss the title #even the rest of the plot after some... things #lol

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thelov3lybookworm · 10 months

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You Desrve Better (part two)

Part one

Althea built her courage up as she neared Rhys's office. She knew he'd be sad and furious, knew he'd try to stop her from leaving. He was stubborn like that. But if he was stubborn, so was she. She would leave, even if it meant she'd have to leave without his consent.

These past weeks had been a shit show to say the least. Trying to avoid Azriel everywhere she went was hard, and it was taking a toll on her. She had almost locked herself in her room for the whole day countless times now due to the embarrassment of her misunderstanding. But she knew that if she did that, someone would come to get her, and she didn't have the energy to explain things to the busybodies that were the inner circle.

She was so lost in her thinking about what she would say to Rhys to convince him to let her go, she didn't realise she was standing right outside the door to his office. The noise of a glass hitting the floor and breaking pulled Althea from her thoughts about what he would think about her decision, and she finally lifted her hand to knock on the door to Rhysand's office. Everything went silent.

She waited for sometime before knocking again. "Rhysie open up. I know you're in there. If you don't, I'll let myself in, and you'll like that a lot less–"

The door swung open silently before she could finish. She walked in and surveyed the mess created on the floor by the glass that had broken. Sighing, she looked up at Rhysand, taking in his halfway unbuttoned shirt, tousled hair and wildly beating pulse. He was standing in front of his desk, looking like a boy who was caught doing something that his mother had specifically told him not to do.

"Tell whoever you are hiding in here to wait outside, I need to tell you something."

"What could be so important that it couldn't have waited until the morning?" He looked extremely pissed now. "What could be so important that–"

"If you would shut up and let me speak, maybe you'd know. Send them out."

"Tell me now. She isn't going out."

"Rhysand, its either she goes out or I do. And you will definitely not like me leaving this place without telling you."

His brows furrowed before he cleared his throat. "Please wait outside, darling. I'll call you back in.

"The closet behind him opened and out came a beautiful female, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She gave Althea a disgusted look before walking out and closing the door behind her. Althea followed her every move before turning back to Rhysand.

"This better be something good." Rhys said.

"Trust me it is." She folded her arms, taking a deep breath. She put a spell for masking anything they say to prying ears before continuing. "I'm leaving. I would like to travel the continent, then maybe go to Vallahan. I–"

"What? Why?"

"Let me finish speaking Rhys." She jabbed her finger at him. "I won't be coming back unless I wish to. I will be writing letters to you, if you want, that is. Also, I don't want you to send people after me because I can take care of myself. Get it?"

"But why Thea? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing’s wrong Rhys. I just wish to explore the world out of Velaris and Night Court. Is that so bad? Wanting to see the lives that probably are completely different from ours?"

"That is not the only reason, is it?"

She sighed. He knew her too well to accept her dumb excuse. "Rhys. I'm tired. Tired of trying to hide from Azriel and what I felt for him. I need time to process everything that's been going on. Please. I promise I will come back. Someday." She wanted to kick herself for saying the last part, knowing that he had heard it. Any chance she would have had of leaving was now gone.

"Someday? No Thea. I'm not letting you leave. Stay with us. I'm sure we'll figure something out. You just– just wait. You'll forget it. You'll forget him. I'm–"

"Please Rhysie–"

"No. I'm not letting you put your life in jeopardy just because a guy rejected you. We'll get through it together, I swear."

It was inevitable, she knew. Him trying to stop her. And because she didn't want to argue, because they'd be here all night then, and she still had some packing to do, she nodded. He raised his eyebrows and she sighed before nodding again. He held out his arms, and she stepped into them, resting her head on his shoulder. She stayed there a moment longer before stepping back. She gave him a reassuring smile, then turned to leave. Just before she exited the office, she turned back to Rhys.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do sister. I love you too." She nodded before returning to her room.

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Rhys's pov

She lied.

Althea had lied to him.

And he cursed himself for not realising it before. Maybe it was the previous day's tiring events. Maybe it was his lust addled brain and the beautiful female waiting for him. Either way, it didn't excuse him not paying attention to his sister.

He'd been woken up by Nuala, asking him why Althea was standing in the garden with a bag. It took him a moment to understand, but when he did, he jumped out of bed and started pulling on his pants, not caring that Nuala was still in the room. He winnowed right to the front steps of the house, and saw Althea at the gates.

"No." It came out as a broken whisper, his throat closing up as Althea stepped out of the protective bubble surrounding the Town House. He wasn't sure anyone could have heard him, but she did. She turned to him as he tried to make his way to her, stumbling over his own feet.

She had tears streaming down her face. She shook her head, giving him a shaky smile, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry'. Before...

She vanished.

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She still heard his voice.

The tiny, broken no that made her turn and look at him.

She still remembered the look his face.

The look on Rhys's face as he fell to his knees, opening his mouth to say something to her, before the darkness had consumed her. The hurt. The horror. The realization that she really was leaving. The silver lining his eyes.

It had been ten years, and the memories still haunted her dreams.

She felt guilty and sad for hurting her family, but not regret. Never regret. If she hadn't left that day, she never would have become the person she was today, and she was quite proud of herself.

Althea rubbed her eyes as she got up from her desk, forcing herself to stop thinking of that morning. Finally getting up from her work and wondering what she'd make for dinner after having skipped lunch in favor of reading all the reports sent to her by Rhysand regarding the Illyrian camps, she made her way into the kitchen.

As she prepared a sandwich, the sound of something light dropping on the counter behing her made her turn. A rolled up piece of paper lay there. Rhys had either sent her a new report or a mission. That's how they had been communicating for the past decade. If they wanted to tell each other something, they'd write it down and send it.

For the past year, Althea had settled down in one of the cold mountains of night court, the type where there usually would be Illyrian camps. But this one was secluded enough that there were no camp near her that it they could become a nuisance, but near enough that if she was in danger, she could winnow there easily.

She cleaned her hands before picking the paper up. A new mission. The Skyward Camp, the camp nearest to Velaris, hadn't been sending in the monthly evaluations to the High Lord for the past couple of months. Rhys had tried contacting them by writing to them. Sending people there. But they never came back with any useful information always saying the Lord of the camp sent them away. He wanted her to go there to try and see what was going on, and if they still didn't get any answers, he'd go there himself.

Althea decided she'd leave for Skyward after she finished dinner. She wrote back to Rhys before devouring her sandwiches, packing a bag with the things she'd need and winnowed away.

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lthea studied the Skyward camp from the forest near it. It was silent. Not in the eerie kind of way, but a peaceful kind of way.

A twig snapped behind her, and immediately her dagger was in her hand as she whipped around. An Illyrian male stepped from the shadows, his wings tucked behind his back.

"Who are you?" The male asked.

"Why should i answer you? Who are you?" Althea retorted.

"Because I asked you a question. And I am the one who looks after the camp when the Lord isn't here."

"Oh. Wait. Are you saying the lord of the camp isnt here?"

"Oh no my dear. I'm not saying that. In fact, he's on his way here. I'm saying that he'll be extremely pissed when he gets here. And so if you don't want to be subjected to his wrath, you should tell me who you are. So, let's do this again. Who are you?"

Before she could say anything, a voice spoke from behind her.

"Tch tch, Kieran. Is that how we speak to our ladies?"

She turned halfway, not wanting to keep her back to the other male, and saw the most beautiful male she ever laid her eyes on.

Dark hair and amber eyes. He gave her a half smile which showed the dimple in his left cheek.

"Hello, sweetheart."

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(Can you guess who these guys are? Can you tell who this guy with the dimples is?)

Hint: he is from another book series not of sjm

Taglist: @bubybubsters

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sastiel-is-my-serotonin · 4 months

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Reading Is Fundamental

The entire drive, there had been one thing on Sam's mind, the only thing that has been plaguing him since it happened, Castiel.

Now in the cabin, Sam sat next to the angel, his gaze kept going back to the angel who's attention was elsewhere and everywhere. They kept picking up things, rattling off facts or their ponders to seemingly no one. Sam listened to every single one though.

He couldn't even begin to mask his worries that we're sketched onto his face, and as Castiel picked up another random object to observe close to their face, they told Sam, "You seem troubled," Sam looked away, "Of course, that's a primary aspect of your personality, so I sometimes ignore it."

The hunter turned his full attention to at Castiel, unsure how to even begin, letting go of a deep breath, "Okay. Um..." Pressing his lips tightly together, "Right now I'm just wondering about you."

Castiel frowned, placing down the object in hand, "What about me?" Sam didn't even know how that was a question, "You're worried about the burden I lifted from you."

Sam nodded, of course he was. There were so many questions that wanted to push out, he was torn. While grateful for what Castiel did, even if Castiel is what pushed him over the edge by breaking his wall, he couldn't help but worry about what's rattling in the angel's brain.

No one should be stuck with what Lucifer did to him, not even the one who broke his sanity. "I think I was done for," Sam admitted, Castiel's face held serenity, and peace which Sam didn't get.

"Do you see Lucifer?" Sam asked.

Castiel looked at him, with a sigh, "I did at first," nodding, "But that was... It was a projection of yours, I think," Scrunching up their face, it had been horrors beyond what Castiel had seen, only heard about, "sort of an aftertaste. Now I more see..." They trailed off with a peaceful smile, "well, everything."

"It's funny. I was – I was done for, too." Castiel said, in the beginning, it had been horrifying and Castiel understood why Sam couldn't sleep. They couldn't even think at that time.

That portioned with what everything that happened leading up, "The weight of all my mistakes, all those lives and souls lost, I... I couldn't take it, either." Castiel admitted, looking Sam in the eyes, "I was… I was lost until I took on your pain. It's strange to think that that helped, but –"

"I know you never did anything but try to help. I realize that, Cas, and I'm grateful." Sam said, cutting them off, "We're all grateful. And we're gonna help you get better, okay? No matter what it takes." Sam promised, being the one under that weight before, it's no good. It buries you in ways unimaginable, Sam would take that pain back if he could, even if it crushed him in the process.

Castiel looked at Sam with such sincerity and confusion," What do you mean, "better"?" With a smile Sam wished had been under different circumstances. For the longest time he'd wished to see the angel smile more, wished the angel to be happy and content, but it looked wrong like this.

Unable to answer, the angel stood up with that blissful expression, walking to Sam, tilting their head at Sam's painful expression, "Would a kiss ease your troubles?"

Out of all the things he had thought the angel would've said, it wasn't that and sputtered, "I what-- Uh, Cas, what?"

The angel picked up Sam's hand, carefully, opening it to a flat palm, turning it over to place a chocolate treat into his hand, "A kiss. I've learned humans like to indulge when they're troubled."

Sam sighed a breath of relief, nodding, his lips pressed in a tight line, relieved that it hadn't been something else. He'd assumed it was something they'd picked up from Meg, but that was just Cas, "Thanks, buddy." Accepting the treat, tucking it into his pocket. Trying to give the angel a smile even though he failed terribly, Castiel nodded and wandered back to their original seat.

Sam's guilt only festered further as watched the angel, Castiel, oh how far he'd pushed the angel to fall. It wasn't right. Not one bit.

#So sane about them #Yep #So sane #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #samstiel #samcas

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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Hurt/Comfort prompts: number 13 (“you’re safe, I promise.”) for scream au.

I love this idea so much btw I already feel unhinged about it ❤️

13. "You're safe, I promise."

He wasn't shaking anymore. That was probably a good sign. But it was hard to focus on the good when there was still blood on his hands, barely dried under his nails, where he could feel it everywhere it coated his skin. It made him want to itch until it was all gone, until he was finally clean again, but that seemed impossible. There was too much of it, too many things he couldn't forget about, things that appeared whenever he closed his eyes long enough to blink.

Greg would have scars, he knew that, but that seemed like nothing in comparison to everything else he'd seen. There had been too many bodies. Jay had gotten stabbed in the side. Hailey had gotten a bullet in the leg. They were the survivors, the ones who made it out, but how long would that actually last?

The sound of the door opening across the room was enough to make him flinch, and he flexed his fingers as if the gun was still there. Then the trembling started again, the shaking of his fingers, and he tried to grab the edge of the table to make it stop. He'd been at the hospital for a grand total of twenty minutes, refusing to let anyone bandage him up or even help him get the blood off his hands. The last thing he'd wanted was to have so many people touching him, even if they were just trying to help. He'd had more than enough of that for one night.

But denying care and not having the same life threatening wounds as his friends meant he had been taken to a different building instead, and put in a police interrogation room. There hadn't been the chance to give a statement at the house, not in all of the chaos of it and the ambulances rolling up, and he had been reassured countless times that he wasn't being questioned and he wasn't a suspect in anything. It was just a safe, quiet room, and he'd appreciated it when that was all it was.

As soon as he wasn't alone, it wasn't exactly quiet anymore.

"I'll try to make this as quick as I can, kiddo." The voice was practically familiar, and he didn't have to lift his head to know that he would see the face of the officer who had first breached the bathroom door. She seemed nice, but that night had already taught him that the uniform didn't necessarily mean safety. "I'm sure you want to get back to the hospital to check on your friends, hmm? You've already been through enough tonight, and the last thing we want to do is keep dragging this out."

Greg kept his head down and didn't even try to say a word. He didn't want to. Words hadn't helped him all night, and they weren't going to help him there. Words wouldn't bring back any of his dead friends, and they wouldn't help Jay and Hailey. They wouldn't erase the entire night like he wished he could. So, he didn't even try to find them, staring at the surface of the table.

"Can you tell me about what happened tonight, Gregory?"

He blinked but kept his eyes down, staying silent while time dragged on. It felt like an hour, but it was probably only a few minutes, potentially even less.

"Hey..."

The gentle tone made him blink again, finally looking up. His expression was kept carefully neutral, almost blank, or as close as he could make it. But a careful mask couldn't hide everything, apparently. Something must have alerted her to the emotions rolling in his gut, the terror that hadn't quite subsided, the worry he still felt, the fear that something could still happen even if everyone was acting like it was over. One uniformed officer had already robbed him of his sense of safety that night, and he was more than hesitant to trust another one.

"You don't have to give a statement right now. You've had a hard enough night, and you should take the time you need to process all of this. Whenever you're comfortable, just come in or give us a call, alright? We can get other statements from your friends, and we caught the people who did this on the scene - red handed just isn't a phrase we usually use so literally. They can't do anything else to you, Greg."

Catching his tongue between his teeth, he made himself nod. It was the best response he could give, his voice still stuck somewhere below his throat. They weren't caught there. They didn't even exist.

"I know you've had a very frightening night, but it's over now. You're safe, I promise."

[ hurt/comfort prompts ]

#answered #kiss the librarian #alex writes things #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #trudy platt #the platt fam #scream au*#i'm glad i'm not the only one unhinged about this au #it's such a big universe and i love building it and playing with it

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blessedchaosgod · 1 year

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A Half Blood Christmas by Rick Riordan

25th December 2020

A Half-Blood Christmas

For those who have not been able to read La Repubblica in print last Friday, here is a surprise for you: my first (very short) story about Percy Jackson originally written in Italian. Have fun and Merry Christmas everyone!

A Half-Blood Christmas

"Where we are?" Percy said.

"Florence," Nico said.

Percy frowned. "And why?"

The son of Hades snorted. “You never need a reason to come to Florence. But you told me you'd like to find a perfect gift for Annabeth, right?"

"True." Percy pressed his hands to his stomach. He never liked traveling in the shadows. “But I thought we were going to the Christmas market in Times Square. There are many stalls"

"Times Square!" Nico shivered. “You are a romantic. If you want a gift worthy of your girlfriend, you need an Italian gift, as everyone knows. Here we go."

The streets of Florence were empty. The winter clouds lay heavy and grey. Directly in front of Nico and Percy, the cathedral's massive dome rose like a huge medieval spaceship, ready to take off.

"The shop is close," Nico said, crossing the square. His face was difficult to read due to the mask covering his mouth.

"Which shop?" Percy asked.

Nico didn't answer.

Percy looked at the shop shutters, at the few people in the square running around. Even the tall Christmas tree seemed to glimmer sadly in front of the cathedral. In Italy, as in the United States and everywhere, it was obvious that this year had been very tough. Demigods, like Percy and Nico, couldn't get sick from the pandemic, but they could spread it, so they wore masks to protect the mortals in their lives, because that's what heroes did.

However, the son of Poseidon was tired and ready for a new year. Recently, monsters were also practicing "social distance," and it was very difficult to fight monsters with a sword from six feet away.

'Here we are, “Nico said.

The shop facade was not very different from the others. It was at the entrance of an alley, with an iron grate through the closed door and advertisements painted on the dark windows: Jewels! The best offers!

"Seriously?" Percy asked.

"When we come in," Nico said, "be kind and respectful."

"As always," Percy said.

Nico coughed. “Anyway, the shopkeeper can sell you the perfect gift for Annabeth, I promise you. But. . "

"But?"

"It's a bit strange."

"As always," Percy repeated. He checked his pockets. “And how can I pay? I only have dollars and an expired sandwich voucher. "

"Don't worry," Nico said. “The shopkeeper does not accept money. He has other ways to get you paid. "

"Now I'm worried."

Nico opened the grate, pushed the door and went inside. Percy followed him.

Inside the shop, the walls were lined with cabinets with jewels and trinkets of all kinds. Behind the counter, with his back turned, was a man in a huge red cloak, his hair like a wild white avalanche. He was working on a workbench, repairing a diamond necklace.

"Impossible," Percy muttered. "Santa Claus?"

"Where is it?" the man exclaimed, turning around in alarm.

It wasn't Santa Claus.

His cloak unfolded, becoming red wings. From his white hair pointy ears like these of a lynx. Boar's tusks rose from his beard, also white. Its nose was a beak like that of a vulture.

Percy swallowed. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. "

"Percy," said Nico, "this is Charu, the Etruscan god, guardian and guide of the dead."

"Nice to meet you," Charu said, her eyes burning with flames. "How can I help you?"

"Excuse me," Percy said, "but are you an Etruscan god?”

"Yes, yes," Charu said. “Before the intruding Romans, these lands were the home of the Etruscans. For that reason, this region is called Tuscany, do you understand? "

"But why -?"

“Percy,” Nico interrupted, “Charu is the last Etruscan god. He remained after the passing of the others, to maintain the passage of the dead. "

“Alas,” Charu said. "It's true. I'm still waiting, hoping some of them will come back, but it never happens." He pointed to his shop windows. “Over the centuries, many have passed through my shop on their way to death. Nobody comes back. Well, there was that one guy, Dante, but apart from him, nobody. People, and gods, leave me their most priceless items for safekeeping, as you can see. What are you looking for?"

Percy wasn't sure he wanted to get Annabeth a gift that had belonged to a dead god, but he didn't want to offend Charu. He explained the different things Annabeth liked.

"Does your girlfriend like strategy?" Charu smiled, showing his fangs. "I have the perfect thing."

The ancient god took something from his locker. It was a gold bracelet, made of tiny keys. “This,” he said, “was done by Sethlans, the Etruscan god of artisans. The keys around. . . well, I'm just saying they can open up a lot of things and solve a lot of problems. "

Percy was flabbergasted. "It's perfect," he admitted. "But the price must be high."

“Only this,” Charu said. "Tell me the right answer: why would ancient gods like me celebrate Christmas?"

Nico looked nervous. Maybe he didn't think Percy would do well in an oral exam. But Percy thought carefully about the past year and his friends, like Nico, who had helped him get through it.

“Because”, said the son of Poseidon, “Christmas is for everyone. Represents hope. Especially in dangerous times, all of us - gods, demigods and mortals - have to help each other. We remain vigilant and optimistic, like you, watching over the ways back. "

The god smiled. "Well said. Here's your gift. Maybe we'll meet again, huh? Merry Christmas!"

Back outside the shop, Nico said, "Impressive, Percy."

"Thanks," Percy said, holding the bracelet. “But I guess the perfect gift isn't a piece of jewellery. It is a good friendship. Merry Christmas, my friend. "

"You too, Algae Brain."

Percy laughed and together they went back into the shadows.

#percy jackson #rick riordan #short story #nico di angelo

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 3 years

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Crocodile x reader : I know what I want

(A/N: Hello dears! I was doing a lot of thinking today for this little scenario. I hope you all enjoy. <3

Word count : over 700

"Don't think I stopped loving you...I still do." those words he spoke to you before he left. Looking up and down the hallway. The smell of the cigar lingered in the hallway. You tried to follow the scent hoping you were going the right way. Your heart was racing and your mind was processing a million of thoughts all at once if I was doing the right thing going after him. Running pass some of the staff of the building who seemed a bit confused seeing you running and the tears on your face. The wedding decorations filling the hallways full of white roses everywhere the scent of roses were starting to mask the cigar smell.

"______ what's going on?" the voice called out to you it seemed to follow you from behind. Stopping to see the person you were about to marry.. "why are you crying?" their voice was a bit worried approaching you. There hand reached out to you but you pulled away. A bit taken back from your response as they tried to reach for you. "What has gotten into you all the sudden."

" I...I....I can't do this... I'm sorry but I just can't.this would have been a mistake." you were trying to say it without stuttering so much.

"What do you mean you can't? You don't wish to be married?" Raising they're eyebrow the confused expression on their face. Looking at their face you couldn't bring yourself to say yes.

"I'm sorry..." you pulled of the engagement ring off your finger you held there hand placing the ring in there palm. "I have to go." They looked down at the their hand where the ring was placed almost still trying to process what just happened. They seen your figure disappear down the corner. They feared something like this would have happened the gut feeling they had all day was right. There was not point in stopping you.

The cigar scent was becoming faint. Crap did I take a wrong turn. Why does this place have some many damn turns and hallways. Feeling frustrated hoping you would his his tall figure somewhere. Some of the staff were walking by before you stopped them. "Excuse me did you happen to see a very tall man with a cigar and hook anywhere?" you said.

"Well yes he actually exited the back door maybe two minutes ago." the pointed. "But _______ you should be heading to the." they tried to speak but you ran to the exit. They were unsure if they should notify the soon to be spouse about you running off to find this man. Finding yourself at the door pushing it open the sun hitting beamed onto your skin as you exited the building. Catching your breath searching the grounds. Crap one of his steps is like 4 of my steps that's why he is so fast. Then seeing him from a distance he was approaching the gate to make his departure.

"SIR CROC!!!" You yelled as loud a you could to get his attention. Crocodile stopped his head turning towards you as his back still towards you the cigar was between his teeth. You were making your way down the stairs the eye contact didn't break not even once. You kept going back to the day he first told you loved you. That scene play over and over until you were standing in front of him.

"What is it?" He said a hand removing the cigar a he released his cloud of smoke.

"You meant what you said." Your heart was racing. You wanted to hear it from him again.

"I did. If I didn't mean it I wouldn't have said it to you." he figure towering over you.

"I want to hear those three words please for me Croc. "

Letting out a deep throat chuckle his sunken eyes looked back at you eyes. "I love you...Is that wanted to hear?" Crocodile spoke with confidence placing the cigar back between his teeth. Feeling your heart fluttering at his words.

"I know what I really want. For years I pushed it in the back of my mind...Never thought I would have the chance to bring back my happiness. It's you its always been you from the start you were the missing puzzle piece in my life. Crocodile I don't want to loose you this time. I love you too much and If I ...." you were trying to finish your sentence before he interrupted you.

"Thats all I needed to hear." Crocodile responded. You were silent waiting for his next response to come out of his mouth. "you will stay by my side this time now and always. This I promise _______." his hand lifting your chin he place his face a bit closer but still having the cigar his mouth. You removed the cigar from his mouth you finger tips touching his freshly shave skin. "Lets go."

#sir crocodile #crocodile x reader #one piece x reader insert #oneshot #one piece reader insert #one piece imagine #marco one piece #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece scenario #im a simp #thatbadbruja

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butterflies-in-dust · 3 years

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Story Un Natale Mezzosangue by Rick Riordan, translated from Italian to English.

THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME ! ALL CREDITS TO RICK RIORDAN

An Half-blood Christmas

“Where are we?” asked Percy.

“Florence,” said Nico.

Percy furrowed his eyebrows. “And why?”

The son of Hades snorted. “It's not like you need a reason to go to Florence. But you told me that you'd like to find a perfect gift for Annabeth, right?”

“Right.” Percy pressed his hands on his stomach. He never liked shadow travelling. “But I thought that we were going to go to Times Square's Christmas market. There are so many stands –”

“Times Square!” Nico shivered. “You're romantic. If you want a gift that's worthy of your girlfriend, you need an Italian gift, everybody knows it. Come on.

The streets in Florence were empty. The winter clouds were heavy and grey. In front of Nico and Percy, the massive dome of the cathedral looked like a huge medieval spaceship, ready to take off.

“The shop is near,” Nico said, walking across the square. His face was hard to read due to the mask that covered his mouth.

“Which shop?” Percy asked.

Nico didn't reply.

Percy looked at the shop shutters, the only people in the square were running around. Even the very tall Christmas tree seemed to shimmer sadly in front of the cathedral. In Italy, as in the States and everywhere else, this was a very hard year. Demigods, like Percy and Nico, couldn't get sick during the pandemic, but they could spread the virus, so they had to wear masks to protect the mortals in their lives, because that's what heroes do.

However, the son of Poseidon was tired and ready for a new year. Recently, monsters were "social distancing" too, and it was difficult to fight monsters with a sword when you were six feet apart.

‘Here we are,” Nico said.

The front of the shop wasn't much different from the others. It was at the entrance of an alley, with an iron grate on the closed door and advertisements on the dark windows: Jewels! The best offers!

“Seriously?” Percy asked.

“When we get in,” said Nico, “act kind and respectful.”

“As usual,” Percy said.

Nico coughed. “Anyway, this shopkeeper will help you find the perfect gift for Annabeth, I promise you. But. . . ”

“But?”

“He's a little strange.”

“As usual,” Percy repeated. He checked his pockets. “And how should I pay him? I have only dollars and an expired copoun for sandwiches.”

“Don't worry,” Nico said. “The shopkeeper doesn't charge for money. He'll let you pay in other ways.”

“Now I'm worried.”

Nico opened the grate, pushed the door and went in. Percy followed him.

Inside the shop, the walls were covered with lockers full of jewels and trinkets of any kind.

Behind the counter, with his back turned, there was a man with a huge red cloak, hair like a wild and white avalanche. He was working on a desk, repairing a diamond necklace.

“Impossible,” Percy murmured. “Santa Claus?”

“Where?” the man exclaimed, turning around alarmed.

He wasn't Santa Claus.

His cloak unfolded, becoming red wings. From his white hair appeared pointed ears like those of a lynx. From his beard, which was also white, boar tusks were lifted. His nose was a beak like the one of a vulture.

Percy swallowed. “I'm sorry. I thought you were somebody else.”

“Percy,” Nico said, “let me introduce you to Charu, the Etruscan god, guardian and guide of the dead.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Charu, eyes burning like flames. “How can I help you?”

“Excuse me,” said Percy, “are you an Etruscan god?”

“Yes, yes,” Charu said. “Before the Roman intruders, these lands were the home of the Etruscan people. For this reason, this region is called Tuscany, are you following?”

“But why –?”

“Percy,” Nico interrupted him, “Charu is the last Etruscan god. He stayed after the others were gone, to help the dead cross over.”

“Alas,” said Charu. “That's true. I'm still waiting, hoping for other gods to return, but it has never happened.” He pointed a finger at the shop windows. “During the centuries, many have come to my shop, marching towards death. Nobody ever comes back. Well, there was that one guy, Dante, but except for him, nobody. People, and gods, leave me their most prized possessions for safekeeping, as you can see. What are you looking for?”

Percy wasn't sure he wanted to get Annabeth a present that had belonged to a dead god, but he didn't want to offend Charu. He explained the different things that Annabeth liked.

“Does your girlfriend like strategy?” Charu smiled, baring his tusks. “I've got just the thing.”

The ancient god took something from a locker. It was a gold bracelet, made of tiny keys. “This”, he said, “has been crafted by Sethlans, the Etruscan god of the artisans. The keys . . . well, I'm just saying, they can open many things and solve many problems.”

Percy was stunned. “It's perfect,” he admitted. “But it must be expensive.”

“I'll just ask you a question,” said Charu. “Tell me the right answer: why should ancient gods, like myself, celebrate Christmas?”

Nico looked nervous. Maybe he didn't think Percy would ace an oral quiz. But Percy thought carefully at the past year and at his friends, like Nico, who had helped him through it.

“Because”, said the son of Poseidon, “Christmas is for everybody. It represents hope. Especially in those trying times, all of us — gods, demigods, mortals — have to help each other out. We have to remain alert and optimistic, like you, watching over those who cross. ”

The god smiled. “Well said. Here's your gift. Maybe we'll meet again, eh? Merry Christmas!”

Once they were outside again, Nico said: “That was impressive, Percy.”

“Thanks,” said Percy, holding the bracelet. “But I guess the perfect gift is not a jewel. It's a good friendship. Merry Christmas, my friend.”

“Same to you, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy laughed and, together, they walked back into the shadows.

Translation and article by Ari Wilde and Cam Baragiola

All rights go to Rick Riordan

#Un Natale Mezzosangue #Rick Riordan #percy jackson #nico di angelo #annabeth chase #charu #Florence

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tsumugimagines · 3 years

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asdfghjkhfsa just got here and aro-ace gang✨✨✨ anyways, can i get some Shuichi, Gundham, Kaede, and Kokichi (seperately lol) stuff? It can be angst, it can be fluff, it can be hurt/comfort, idc, just make it sfw please. (i may or may not have read all the content i can get my hands on for those characters already nope couldn't be me) btw, since i'm going to be hanging around here for a while, can i be 🎮 anon?

Sure! Welcome to the party, 🎮 anon! Anything I want, eh? Well, since you didn't specify if it was with an S/O or not, how about... Painting a friend's nails! Sine you want them all separately, this'll require some creativity on my part. I hope you enjoy it!

Shuichi Saihara

"Please, Saihara-Kun! I am sure you will do a fine job of it. You will not do any damage to my hands!" Kiibo insisted. "I wish to be part of this manicure activity as well!"

"I-I... Well, okay, but... I've never done this before." Shuichi admitted, sitting at the table across from the now eager robot. "Um... What color do you want?"

"I believe this teal color would look best on me." Kiibo replied, pointing to a bottle hesitantly. Shuichi nodded and started to unscrew the cap, only to realize he was twisting the wrong way. He sighed and twisted the cap correctly, opening the nail polish. To any onlooker, one thing was obvious: Neither party knew what he was doing.

"Try and hold still, okay? It'll make things easier." Shuichi requested, taking the brush out of the bottle. Kiibo nodded, sitting up straight and holding as still as he possibly could.

"I understand."

"Kiibo-Kun... I need you to hold out your hands so I can paint them."

"Oh, right!"

With that, Shuichi bit his lip and began to paint the tips of Kiibo's fingers. Kiibo did not have any visible fingernails, but Shuichi tried his best to approximate where they would be. Kiibo didn't say a word or move at all until Shuichi was finally done applying a coat of color to each finger.

"They look excellent, Saihara-Kun!"

"R-Really?"

"Yes, they do! Thank you so much!"

Kiibo and I grew a little closer today.

You gained a Hope Fragment!

Gundham Tanaka

"Hmph... The gall! The sheer nerve!"

"Tanaka-Kun-" Sonia started.

"The idea that I, Gundham Tanaka, Supreme Overlord Of Ice, would engage in such an activity?! Preposterous! Incomprehensible! Inconceivable!"

"Then why do you own a bottle of black nail polish, Tanaka-Kun?"

Gundham seemed to wilt. "I-I... Erm..."

"Tanaka-Kun, such a thing is nothing to be ashamed of." Sonia assured, offering a smile. "Should I offer to paint your nails instead?"

"N-No!" Gundham recovered, hiding his blushing face with his scarf. "I am sure I shall manage just fine. Mirage Golden Hawk Jum-P shall sit by your side as we proceed, to ensure that you are protected from any dark forces that may disrupt this delicate ritual."

"Wonderful!" Sonia beamed, sitting cross-legged in front of Gundham. The sleepy white and brown hamster, as promised, made his way to Sonia's side and curled up there, closing his eyes. Sonia held out her delicate hands, and Gundham proceeded with the manicure. There was a period of silence before Gundham finally spoke.

"Tell me, Lady Of Darkness. Are such traditions as this prominent in the realm in which you usually reside?"

"Oh, yes! I have seen many palace servants with painted nails! I think it is as common in the kingdom of Novoselic as it is everywhere else."

"I see." Gundham replied. He had completed his work quickly and skillfully, applying multiple coats of polish to each finger. Now he was getting ready to apply the clear top coat.

"My goodness!" Sonia giggled. "You seem to have experience in painting nails, Gundham!"

"Hmph... I am Tanaka The Forbidden One! To think I would not be skilled in such a menial field as this is absurd."

"If you say so." Sonia replied knowingly, allowing the breeder to finish applying the top coat to her nails with a smile.

Kaede Akamatsu

"There you are!" Kaede exclaimed, practically lighting up with excitement as the door opened.

"Hey, Akamatsu-San." Rantaro greeted, rubbing the back of his head a little. "What's this about?"

"Oh, well, remember how you gave me an amazing manicure a while ago?"

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"Well, I wanted to return the favor!" She proclaimed, gesturing to a table laden with all the appropriate items needed. Rantaro could even see a book on the table titled "Manicures for beginners."

"Oh, really?" Rantaro chuckled. "Well, I don't see why not."

"Great!" Kaede replied, sitting down. Rantaro sat down across from him and extended his hands.

"Do you have a color preference, Amami-Kun?" Kaede asked, laying down a towel for her to work over.

"No, not really. Guess if I had to pick, I'd go with either green or black, but my sisters always insisted on painting 'em pink for some reason."

"Aw, that's adorable!" Kaede giggled, opening a bottle of dark green nail polish. "Did they stick little rhinestones on, too?"

"They tried once. I think more polish ended up on the carpet than on my hands." Rantaro chuckled.

"Well, that's what happens when you give kids messy things, I guess." Kaede replied with a smile as she began to paint Rantaro's nails. He let out a small chuckle, echoing the words she had said to him a long time ago.

"H-Hey, Akamatsu-San! That tickles!"

Kaede giggled in reply, continuing on with her work. Rantaro spared another glance at the "Manicures For Beginners" book at the edge of the table as Kaede began to attempt a French Slant of her own. He had a feeling that she would give him a better manicure than his sisters ever had, but he would never have said that out loud.

Kokichi Oma

"Okie dokie! How are things going with you two?" A masked girl with ponytails asked in a singsong voice.

"Perfectly!" Kokichi beamed, not looking up from his work. The unfortunate recipient of the manicure, a well-endowed woman wearing gold hoop earrings, gave a pained smile. Clearly, things were not going perfectly.

"Um... Interesting color combo you've got going there!" Someone else commented, peering over Kokichi's shoulder. "Very... Bold!"

"Nishishi! You flatter me." Kokichi chuckled in reply.

"Did you... Color one of her nails with an orange marker?" Someone else asked. By now, every single member of D. I. C. E was leaning over, looking at Kokichi's handiwork.

"Sure did!" He replied. "Okay... Done!"

"They look very colorful, Ouma-Sama." Someone else chuckled. "And so does the table."

"Nishishi! Of course they- Wait, what?"

Kokichi looked down at the table, seeing the splatters of color that now littered it. Everyone giggled.

"H-Hey! As your Supreme Leader, I order you all to stop laughing!" He scoffed. "We can clean this up fine!"

"I-I'll get some paper towels..." A girl with long brown hair sighed, turning before anyone could say anything more.

"So much for D. I. C. E manicure sessions, eh?" The tallest member of the group chuckled, looking at his red nails that now perfectly matched his bright afro.

"Pfft... What are you talking about? Seems like it was a complete success to me!"

The rest of the group giggled again. Kokichi looked up at them, annoyed.

"Hey! This is a super duper serious matter, you know!"

"Sure it is, Ouma-Sama." Someone else replied, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sure it is."

#danganronpa imagines #shuichi saihara #gundham tanaka #kaede akamatsu #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #I'll add the ship tags too. Fuck it.#shuichi x kiibo #sonia x gundham #kaede x rantaro #saiibo #sondam #amamatsu #I tried to keep D. I. C. E vague so you guys could insert whatever personality and name headcanons you have #Enjoy all of this shameless fluff ❤️#🎮 anon

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sunflowerim · 3 years

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I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 41

Harry was shook. It's like every good thing that had been happening came crashing down at once. And he couldn't even tell Louis. He'd understand. Of course he would, but he'd also get mad at his manager and he couldn't afford to see what would happen if Louis told his manager off.

How was he supposed to spend time with Louis and hide something this big? Louis would see right through him.

Harry checked the contract that was mailed to him. 2 month contact. Ends after the Oscars.

He had to manage everything for two months. He just didn't have a choice. He'd probably have to avoid Louis for the time being.

Tears welled up in his eyes at the mere thought of it. Harry had begun to feel like Louis was somewhat his family, and Louis came with the package of two adorable kids and a furry friend, who absolutely loved Harry. He couldn't do this alone. Harry really needed to see Louis, to hug him, to feel the assurance that no matter what, Louis wouldn't be mad. With a hard heart, he discarded that thought and at once set off for Niall's apartment- the only person he could turn to at this moment.

He crashed into Niall's apartment and over a tub of ice cream told him everything that had happened.

Niall was furious.

"How dare he? I could talk about his bitchy attitude on the radio and we'll see how THAT affects him."

"No Niall," Harry said between hiccups. He'd been crying for too long, "don't do anything. He told me not to tell anyone. And I suppose it'll be normal after 2 months."

"2 months Harry. You do realise that's long. 2 months brought you and Louis closer than ever and the same time could ruin things too."

"Don't say that," Harry whispered, breaking down again.

"I'm sorry Harry," Niall said, wrapping Harry in a comforting hug, "but you should talk to him-"

"I can't-"

"Then how do think you'll go on about this?"

"Perhaps I really need to cut down our interactions for a while."

"Not to be that person, but don't you think after yesterday, Louis will be expecting more of your presence?"

"I'll tell him I have work. I'll do anything. I don't want his career to come to harm because of me."

"I appreciate that Harry, but do you think you guys can talk it over?"

"No Ni, I just can't tell him about this."

"Okay okay," Niall continued in a soothing voice. "In that case I won't ask you anymore. Now let's bake something. It always gets your mind off things."

In the two days that followed, Louis actually got really busy at work, and Harry didn't have to make excuses for staying away. Although Louis did ask if Harry could come over and stay the night, but Harry excused himself saying that he was visiting his sister and so Louis didn't suspect a thing.

But on Wednesday, things changed a bit. Louis got off work in the evening and asked Harry if he wanted to grab pizza. Harry couldn't come up with a good excuse in time and truth be told, he didn't want to. He was already miserable and wanted to see Louis badly. Louis agreed to meet Harry at his house and when he finally reached Harry's door, he was surprised.

"What is all this?" Louis teased, "hoodie, beanie, sunglasses, mask, were going for pizza Harry, not to some mission as undercover agents."

"Oh I know, it's just, paps seem to get everywhere and I'm kinda tired, so-"

"Aw you poor thing, come here."

Louis spread his arms and Harry enveloped him in an instant, hugging Louis like his life depended on it. He didn't wanna let go, for the fear of not being able to do this again was eating him from inside.

Louis seemed to sense it.

"Everything okay Haz?" he asked, stroking Harry's curls. Harry's face was buried in Louis' neck and he hummed in response and Louis hugged him tighter.

After what felt like an eternity, Harry finally let go.

"Leave your car here. Let's walk."

Louis smiled but his brows furrowed the slightest. Harry seemed off.

They slowly walked down the lane to the pizza place 2 blocks away, their held hands swinging between them.

Louis tried to ask Harry if anything was bothering him, but Harry shoved it away, saying it's nothing and he was just tired.

For a moment Louis wondered if Harry regretted last night and was slowly distancing himself because of that. But that couldn't be right. Harry wouldn't be walking with him if he really did regret that.

Putting his worries aside, he tried to focus on the perfect weather and thought about staying back at Harry's place. Maybe some cuddles could make Harry feel better.

As they approached the destination, they suddenly heard some squeals. Looking to their right, they saw an excited bunch of people in the park next to the restaurant, running in their direction. They'd apparently spotted Harry over the fence and it surprised Louis how they'd managed to recognise him in this get up. Louis knew Harry was tired and tried to tug Harry inside quickly but to his surprise, Harry shook his hand free of Louis and stepped back. Louis was taken aback. If he could see Harry's eyes, he'd probably understand how apologetic Harry was, but those were hidden behind his shades.

"You go ahead, I'll come in a while."

Louis nodded and left, unable to give a proper reply, head clouded by a thousand thoughts.

Before disappearing inside the restaurant, Louis turned around once and saw Harry, mask off, talking to the fans and taking pictures, a smile plastered on his face.

He ordered a milkshake for him as he waited for Harry to join him.

As much as he tried not to think about what happened, it all kept coming back.

Why did Harry leave his hand like that? People already knew they were friends, it wouldn't have been a big deal.

Was Harry embarrassed of Louis?

Did he not want to be spotted with him?

Did Louis do something wrong?

Louis racked his brain to think of something he might have done that could upset Harry, but nothing came to mind.

The minutes were getting longer and Louis was growing impatient waiting for Harry.

His worst fears came to action when he got a call from Harry.

"Hey Lou," he panted, sounding exhausted.

"Harry, where are you? It's been almost thirty minutes, are they not leaving?"

"There's been a bit of problem, they weren't leaving, so I had to tell them that I'm heading back home. I didn't wanna crowd the restaurant. So I walked back towards home."

"Wha- are you kidding me?"

"I'm really sorry Lou, I'll make it up to you I promise. Please don't be mad."

Louis could feel Harry was lying, because the excuse was downright stupid.

Maybe his concerns were actually right. Maybe Harry was indeed avoiding him.

Louis cut the call with an abrupt "Yeah." He didn't know what to feel. Harry had left. Just like that. He was obviously upset at the fact that Harry was avoiding him, but he was more mad at himself. Why did he expect so much from Harry? Louis was clearly not Harry's type.

He tried to reason with himself, thinking that there surely must be a misunderstanding, something that was going on that Louis wasn't aware off. With the little hope he had left in him, he stood up and left for home. At least he's got Cliffy.

Harry, a sobbing mess, went straight to Niall's. He silently hoped Louis wouldn't be mad at him. He knew he'd upset Louis and that's the last thing he'd planned on doing but Harry didn't really have a control over things happening in his life anymore.

As if things could get any worse, even Niall wasn't home and his phone was out of reach. So Harry waited. It was an hour before Niall arrived and found Harry at his doorstep.

"Jesus, what happened?"

Harry burst into a sob upon seeing Niall and between hiccups and sobs managed to tell Niall everything.

"I told you to talk to him Harold. Avoiding him isn't a solution."

Niall let them inside and eventually stopped talking about it. Instead he made Harry a cup of hot chocolate and they both watched re-runs of How I Met Your Mother on the telly in silence.

Back in his apartment, Louis ate his dinner quietly and went to bed early. He didn't have a proper word to describe how he was feeling.

Last weekend had been so special. What changed.

He logged in to twitter from his burner account before going to sleep and the first post he saw, turned his emotions around pretty quickly.

Harry looked happy. Not uncomfortable, as he seemed with Louis. Maybe Louis was the problem.

For a brief second he wondered if he should talk to Zayn or Liam about it but then decided against it because Louis didn't like discussing problem of these type. If there was a misunderstanding, Harry and Louis would figure it out themselves.

PREVIOUS / NEXT

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alexandrianicolegrey-oc · 3 years

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Chapter Two: Secrets Revealed

Genre:

Fluff, Angst, Romance, Drama, Fanfiction

TRIGGER WARNING

☡18+☡

Sexual encounters bewteen the OC and Cannon Character, blood, verbal and physical abuse, kidnapping, swearing

Taglist:

@nurse-buckley

@mrspeacem1nusone

@caitsymichelle13

@angel-malaki-morningstar

If anyone wants to be added to taglist, shoot me an ask or message me in my inbox. Also, feel free to send in requests for imagines, fanfics, one shots, or cute little fluffs.

.....

When LAFD 118 arrived on scene, a 15 story apartment complex was in flames. It looked like it started from the 12th floor and worked its way up. Cassidy had been in this situation so many times back at MFD, she immediately knew what the first thing to do was.

"Captain? I would like to go in and try to find anyone that may be trapped in the building if that's alright?" She politely asked.

Bobby, taken back by her question, "Of course. I was just about to team you up with Buckley and Diaz to take the top floors. Get geared up. I have faith in you after reading your file." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Once Cassidy, Buck, and Eddie had their harness on, they got lifted up to the fifteenth floor. Cassidy went in first followed by Eddie and Buck. "LAFD!!! IS THERE ANYONE IN HERE?!" Cassidy yelled through the smoke and flames. She had the fire extinguisher putting what she could out in her path.

She heard what sounded like a baby crying. She found a small infant child wrapped in a pink blanket laying in her crib. She scooped the child up protectively, and slipped a mask over the infant to protect the little girl.

"Buckley!" Cassidy called. "Over here!" He yelled. She rushed to the window where he was standing, and she passed the child off to him. "Get her to safety while I search for anyone-" Just then, an explosion errupted causing the building to shake. "Buckley! Pierce! Diaz! Get the hell out of there! The building is about to go down!" Bobby called over the radio.

Cassidy, Buck, and Eddie left the same way they came in after not finding any more victims. They got lifted down just as the building collapsed. She covered her head as Buck and Eddie, without hesitation, covered her with their arms, shielding her from the falling debris.

Once they reached the Firetruck, "Thank you." She told Eddie and Buck. They both gave her a smile. "No problem. We look out for our own all the time." Buck chuckled and hurried off to help clean up the falling debris.

Cassidy went to help out too but heard her phone ring. She answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello, Cassie. It's good to hear your voice. You're going to pay for ruining my life. I know where you are in Los Angeles." A familiar voice on the other send caused her to scream a little too loudly before tears rushed down her cheeks. Bobby and Chim heard her and rushed her way. "Pierce? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Bobby saw her hand trembling with her phone in her hand. "He- he-" she couldn't even get her words out. "Athena. I need- I need Athena." Her voice broke into sobs. "He found me." She fainted. Chim caught her before she hit the ground. He looked at Bobby with questions in his eyes.

Buck, Eddie, and Hen came back over. "Woah! Hey, what happened? Is she okay?" Buck asked.

"She received a phone call that freaked her and then she passed out." Bobby said. "I called Athena. Cassidy said something about needing Athena. And that someone found her."

Cassidy sat up some time later. She saw Athena standind next to her. They were alone just the two of them. "Cassidy? Who was it that called you?" Athena asked trying to calm the poor girl.

"Tanner. He knows I'm in Los Angeles." She stuttered. "Listen to me, he won't touch you I promise you. But in order for me to keep you safe, We have to alert your crew so they know what to expect." She pushed a little of Cassidy's hair from her face.

She nodded. "Yeah, thats fine." She turned her head a bit. Then Cassidy stood up. "Do I have to tell them? Can you tell them for me?" She asked quietly. "Of course, baby. Come with me." Athena escorted Cassidy from the room.

"Bobby? Gather your crew up. We have a situation that everyone needs to be advised of." Athena stood next to a freaked out Cassidy.

Buck, Eddie, Chim, and Hen all gathered in the kitchen area. Buck had his eyes on Cassidy as he watched her facial expression. She seemed scared.

Bobby stood with his crew. He was worried about Cassie. The look in her eyes was the same look that he saw in Buck's sister, Maddie's eyes.

"Cassidy is NOT to be left on her own for anything. That includes bathroom breaks, lunch breaks, whether you're out on calls. We have police searching her apartment building including her apartment to make sure her ex husband hasn't shown up. Be advised that Cassidy's life is in danger. Her ex husband knows she's here in LA. And he will try to come after her. Police will be guarding her apartment inside and outside. Day and Night. It's your job now while she's working to keep eyes on her at all times." Athena spoke. "We have sent you all pictures of her ex husband. He has broken the law by contacting her. Therefore, he has a warrant out for his arrest. So, if he shows up here looking for her, you are to get her to safety if she's here working and then immediately call me."

Buck was completely taken back. How could anyone hurt such an amazing girl? He could list all of the things that make her such a great person.

"Athena? I have an idea." Eddie said.

"What is it, Diaz?" Athena asked.

"Christopher needs someone to help him with his homework, and seeing that Cassidy hasn't met him yet, she can stay with me and Chris until that son of a bitch is caught." He suggested.

Athena started to say something, but Buck beat her to it. "Or she could stay with me. My apartment has security cams everywhere, including on every apartment door. And the only way in is of someone has a card to get in." Buck gave Eddie a look begging him to back down. "And the security guards keep track of everyone who enters and leaves the apartment complex. They have to sign a sign in and sign out sheet." Buck added.

Eddie noticed the look Buck shot his way. He had totally forgotten that Buck was crushing on Cassidy. Eddie spoke up, "Buck has a point. His apartment has more security that's a lot better than mine."

Athena looked at Cassidy, "What do you think, Cassie?" Athena asked calling her Cassie for the first time.

She gave Buck a smile. Then looked back at Athena. "I think I'll stay with Buck until Tanner gets caught." She then sat down.

"Good, then it's all settled. I will be keeping tabs with you, Cassie." After Athena left, the 118 got called to a car wreck.

They geared up and headed to the scene of the wreck. Little did anyone know, the wreck was staged in order to get Cassidy alone.

....To be continued in Chapter Three: Kidnapped

The third chapter is going to be a kidnapping, some intense drama, blood, swearing. Just a heads up. But at the end of chapter three, there just might be a happy ending for two lovebirds. Stay tuned to find out more.

#evan buck buckley #9 1 1 on fox #oliver stark #OC x Cannon Character #eddie diaz #bobby nash #athena grant nash #chimney #henrietta wilson #fanfiction

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lokislittlecorner · 3 years

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(AU) We were both young... Chapter 1

Pairing: Loki x Reader x Dark!Thor

Warnings for the chapter:

Warnings for the series: (Not all of it is certain!!!) Angst, fluff, blood, violence, smut, hurt/comfort, Non- Con.

Notes from the author: It will probably be very dramatic and dark that much I can tell. I also never really sat down and took on such a big project but here we are I guess. There may be smut but I’m not sure yet since I normally don’t write it we’ll see how it goes once we reach that part. I tried to be as non-specific as possible - Skin tone, height, weight, etc. If you see something that isn’t inclusive please reach out to me so I can change it! Hope you enjoy my little project.

Summary: You were promised to Thor Odinson firstborn and the next king of Asgard, which made it impossible to not meet his brother Loki Odinson. He seemed to handle you differently from how he should've right from the beginning on. The Royal family had a lot of secrets and things hidden from everyone, including you, especially you.

Word count: 2400

A pleasant tune was playing and with your ear pressed tightly against his chest, you could hear a soft heartbeat. It calmed you down as you slowly danced away. The faint smell of cinnamon and rainy days was either on him or his elegant dark green jacket. You took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent. It felt like a dream. You felt how his chest vibrated as his voice reached through to you. "Are you enjoying yourself, dear?" You had always loved his voice, slivery and gentle yet demanding and sharp if he wanted it to be. "Very much so." You almost whispered back, fully absorbed in the moment, wishing it would never end but it did.

You sat at the window, an old book filled with honey dripping poetry in both your hands. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you looked up, observing the raindrops and how they softly hit the window, making those beautiful sounds. It wouldn't be long until this wasn't your home anymore and you would move into the golden palace, surrounded by guards and other royalty. Every other young woman would be incredibly thankful and overjoyed just by the thought of marrying the firstborn Odinson but not you, never could you be part of the king's family. Intrigues and rumors, secrets and betrayal, everything you hated about the upper families and soon you would be part of it all. A knock on your door let you snap back to reality, you didn't even have the time to answer as your father was almost standing in front of you already. "My little (Y/N), I hope you are well today and ready to depart?" His deep voice made you shiver, of course, he wasn't here to check if you were alright but to see if the gown and the makeup on your face were fitting for tonight's occasion. "Yes, father. The maids already prettied me up." A bit of sass could be heard behind your words but not quite enough, so your father had nothing something to hold against you.

He shook his head, grumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out. "I wish you to behave tonight. We don't want to make a fool out of ourselves in front of the royal family... right?" He raised a brow, his arms crossed in front of him. A dark chuckle left you, if only you could embarrass the family enough so you wouldn't have to do all this crap but that was impossible. "Of course not father, I will be on my best behavior." and with that, you closed the book.

A carriage was already waiting for you and your father. It seemed like he would let your mother stay in the small castle to handle the little land which the family owned. The golden frame almost sparkled in the light of the undergoing sun, six strong white horses were pulling the heavy wagon. The Royal family wanted to impress their guests as it seemed. The heavy dress swayed around your ankles as you entered it, dark grey tulle, and only the best materials were used to make it. The ride was quiet, only the horses and the splashing of puddles were to be heard. A look out of the window and it seemed as if the storm only grew in power, lighting, and thunder raged over the sky as soon as the sun had vanished from the eyes of everyone, the cold night had finally arrived.

The palace was shining in all it's golden glory, seen hundreds of meters away from it already. A loud sigh left your trembling body. Was it fear? Anger? You couldn't tell anymore. The shouting of servants presenting the arriving guests could be heard and as soon as the carriage stopped, your family name was announced too. You could feel your heart pounding against your rips, legs weak, all seemed so overwhelming. The door opened and you could see other guests walking up the Palace stairs, servants everywhere, other carriages, and a hand ready to assist you. Now there was no running away anymore.

You took the gloved hand and set one foot after another, exiting the carriage and stepping onto the beautiful stone floor, inhaling the scent of the rain and the night. Your father followed after, his steps were heavy and you could hear him right behind you. "Lady (Y/L/N)! It seems as if you forgot your mask." The servant who just helped you out of the carriage informed you and looking around you realized that indeed everyone was wearing one, even your father put one on at the moment. "I am terribly sorry! I wasn't informed that this would be necessary" You tried to explain yourself and the man in front of you gave you a kind smile. "Do not worry" He turned and talked to a group of women dressed in the same attire, maids supposedly. They nodded and rushed away once the servant turned back to you. "A mask will be handed to you at the entrance, have a nice evening my Lady." He bowed down and you let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you very much" Who knows what father would have done to you if you were the only one without a mask, standing out like that. Your feet carried you in the direction of the tall doors which lead into the palace, royalty from far has also come to visit as it seemed and right next to the doors you saw one of the maidens with a smile on her lips. "We were informed that you might need this my Lady" She bowed down a little and handed you a black mask that would cover the upper half of your face, silver and many little gems decorated it, truly beautiful. You put it on immediately, it was finished with a soft fabric on the inside so it wouldn't disturb you. With a nod and a smile, you proceeded to enter your golden palace.

The tables were decked with the finest foods, guests already dancing to such lovely music, and young ladies in the corners of the ballroom were giggling about the handsome new gentlemen.

Your father grabbed you firmly by the arm. "Now go and search for your prince. I want you to lure him in perfectly just how we taught you" Your stomach turned at those words, your family did indeed show you how to win the hearts of men and the attention of others, manners and manipulation were now your weapons. "I will do my best father." With that, you freed your arm out of his grip and made your way deeper into the halls, finally out of reach from him. Maybe you could sneak out later on? Get some fresh air and some freedom before every minute of your life becomes a nightmare, you shook your head, that thinking wouldn't get you anywhere not today or in the future.

A light tap on your shoulder brought you back to the ballroom and you turned around to find a tall dark-haired man in front of you. "You seem lost my little dove" His voice was like medicine to your soul but you couldn't make out who it was. His mask covered almost his complete face, nothing but his lips and the piercing green eyes were to be seen. "Oh I am certainly not but it is very kind of you to be so concerned about me, may I ask who I'm talking to?" You put on a sweet smile and let the honey slip into your voice. A dark chuckle vibrated from his chest. "My My you don't seem to be from around here as it seems." He took a step towards you and you felt how a shiver went down your spine. "Let's just enjoy ourselves, no need for names." He said offering you his hand and with every cell of your body you knew that it was wrong to take said hand but you couldn't fight the urge to know more about him, he sparked an interest deep within you. "Only one dance, sadly I have other plans for the evening." You placed your hand in his and immediately he pulled you closer. "That's too bad, you seem like a great company and so familiar too." He snaked one arm around your waist as you placed your hand onto his shoulder. "Well, I am certain we have never met, I would remember you for sure." The next song played and you could feel how he lead you both perfectly along with the rhythm, he was a marvelous dancer as it seemed. "Oh, I'm sure you would." He answered with a grin as he spun you around. "Do you know the King's family?" You still had to find Your prince or father would make sure your head was not on your shoulders anymore once you arrived back home. "Yes, I do so, very well even. On the hunt for the princes My Lady?" His grin just grew and he pulled you closer to his chest. "On the hunt for one at least, I want to learn more about him." A rush of heat reached your cheeks, dancing with your teacher at home was one thing but with a charming stranger was another. "Maybe I can help you then? Which one of the princes were you looking for?" You seriously had to think for a moment, it seemed as if you were losing your mind. "The firstborn, Thor Odinson." The grin on his face vanished in the blink of an eye and his body tensed up a bit. "Are you sure that he is the one you were searching for?" His voice was sharper than before and the look in his eyes became dark. "Very much so" You sighed and continued. "I am promised to him already, so even if I wanted things to be different it wouldn't matter." You felt how your heart became heavy and the lump in your throat grew until it was getting hard to swallow. He simply said; "I see." The song slowly came to an end.

"You might have found him" He stopped in his tracks, letting go as he looked over you. "I see you're already making yourself familiar with my brother?" The whole atmosphere changed as the two men stared at each other "I heard that you were on the search for me."

So this was your future husband? Long blonde hair, blue eyes, looked like he came straight out of a fairytale but if that was Thor then that must've meant that you were dancing with... "Loki Odinson?!" You turned to him and he chuckled quietly. "The one and only" He raised his mask a little so you could see his face. "Already trying to trouble my future wife?" Thor made a step forward and laid a hand on your shoulder, it didn't feel right. "I would never do such a thing, I was simply chatting with her about how nice the evening is." A dangerous grin came over him and he stepped back from you and Thor. "My apologies to both of you, I didn't want to cause any problems." You showed your respect with a small curtsy and you felt how the tall blonde softly squeezed your shoulder. "Do not worry Lady (Y/L/N) everything is alright." Thor gave you a small smile, his brother however tensed up as soon as your name fell "Lady (Y/L/N)? As in (Y/F/N)?" You nodded. "How do you know me already?"

One swift motion from him and the mask on your face was gone, you yelped in surprise and took a step back, only to bump against the older brother. "Loki! Have you finally lost your mind!?" Thor called out and pulled you closer to him.

"What is it with you!?" Loki almost screamed at you "How can you be so ignorant?" His hands were balled into fists, he seemed angry but the look on his face was different, almost like he was... hurt? " I - I'm sorry I don't know what you mean." You hastily said but he was already storming off, pushing away other guests and making his way deeper into the palace, leaving you perplexed and a bit scared.

"Do not listen to him" You heard Thor's deep voice behind you, trying to comfort you as it seemed. "He was never the one for friendliness" You were still looking in the direction in which he basically fled. "If you say so." You lost yourself in a sea of thoughts the waves of questions coming over you one by one. How did he know you? Why would he be so angry and why didn't you remember him?

“Will you allow me the next dance with you, My Lady?” Thor’s voice let you come back to reality and you turned around to face him properly, now back to the original evening plan of being a sweet little girl for your prince. “Of course My prince.” You answered with a setup smile and a curtsy. “Please no need for such formalities.” He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, he was in his armor which didn’t give you much warmth, he was also way more muscular than Loki, his movements weren't as elegant. The list inside your head was going on and on.

Both of you danced together for a few more songs but your mind was somewhere else, everything that happened today was so strange and surreal you would've expected so many things but not what really occurred. It got late and the first guests were leaving already, trying to get out before everyone else would want to do so too. "It was such a pleasure to meet you." You said with a sweet smile. "I do hope we meet each other again before the wedding and everything." Thor returned the smile and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "I do hope so too My Lady and again apologies for my brother." Right, you almost forgot about that part of the evening. "It's alright, siblings can be difficult, I guess?"

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He nodded and you removed yourself from the conversation with a quick goodbye. Now you only had to find your father to finally leave this damn palace.

Chapter 2

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Not just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence, death, making out

20: Fallen Hero

When searching for Cha Hyun-Su, I found him at the staircase. He was rubbing his hand with a blank stare. Seeing him again I began to get nervous, losing my Confident demeanor.

Remembering what I did. " you know it's not good to be alone all the time? you should stick with your buddy." I joked, gaining Hyun-Su attention. Sitting down, but he didn't say anything.

I frowned, wondering what was wrong? I then thought of an idea, grabbing his face I turned it over towards me. Scooting close, again I could tell he was holding his breath. I was making the first move again.

" who was it this time?" I ended up, caressing his jaw with my thumb moving it around in circles where I kissed him. " You get this look on your face when someone gives you a hard time."

I let go, laying my hands on my lap.

" I've noticed." He had looked down, to hide his face. But I followed, he was cute when he was being all bashful. It was my fault entirely. " hey, when some try's to fuck with you do this."

I mimicked what Eun-Yoo does making the bam sounds with my fingers. It meant cussing someone out in Sign language. I showed him, " that's all you have to do." I smiled, nudging his shoulder.

" you try." I offered, bringing his hand up he tried to do it but failed miserably. I laughed. " that was terrible, but you'll get it." I saw a little blush appear on his cheeks. " here," I took his hand in mine. " this is how you do it."

I brought his pointer finger up then folding it down, then I did the same thing with his pinky, middle, and thumb. I kept doing it until his pinky was the only thing left up.

I hooked it with mine, making a promise but I wasn't going to tell him, what it was." There you just made me a promise." I could tell he was confused, " What promise?" I rocked our hands back and forth a bit.

" this." I went for it seeing no one was around not that I cared. Regardless I needed to kiss him. I quickly leaned in planting a soft kiss, on his big lips. Cupping his face with my hands. I pressed my lips down Further.

He was stiff into the kiss, his lips felt dry and as rough as I thought. As mine moved against him, please kiss back I thought as as if he could read my mind. " screw it!" I heard him mumble, into my lips he kissed back.

I smiled, " God, if this turns out bad it's on you!" He murmured, his arm hooked around my waist holding me tight to where I couldn't get out." then I'll just have to live with it!"

His continued to kiss me but we had to pulling away to catch are breaths. I was breathing hard so was he I placed my forehead on his, he was staring back at me with his dark ones. " —How was it?" he questioned, I laughed shaking my head. " you could use some Chapstick."

I teased trying to get him flustered more because they my lips tingle so bad. He seemed embarrassed now trying to cover them but I stopped him. " but hey, I like them that way."

I moved some of his bangs out of this face pushing them back out of his face. " I didn't take you as the touchy lovely Dovey type." Eun-hyuk's voice startled me. I jerked back, did he seriously have to be here? I wondered if he saw the whole make-out session.

" how long have you been standing there?" I stood up, he glanced down and smirked fixing his round glasses. " long enough." I rolled my eyes, only a perv would watch someone kiss somebody.

I tried to change the subject, " what are you doing here anyway?" I crossed my arms. Hoping he would move on and answer my question. " We'll be turning the water off soon, thought you guys might want to wash up before we do."

He informed us I remembered earlier when everyone was all cleaned up at dinner. " Eun-Yoo already has some clothes for you to borrow." he motioned his head, out the door. " she waiting by the restroom."

I nodded, not before whispering something in Hyun-Su's ear then leaving. Heading down to the restroom there waited Eun-Yoo. She had some black joggers and a white shirt.

" so where have you been?" She gave the clothes to me. I could only smile, thanking her. " I kissed him." After saying this her eyes went wide Beaming with curiosity. " is he a good kisser?" she followed me into the girls' restroom.

Taking a cigarette box out of her back pants pocket she took one lighting it. As I went to drawl the thick dark curtains around me. I didn't like changing in front of people. " well considering it was my first kiss I would say yeah."

I told honestly, taking off my clothes throwing them over where they hung metal poles. " he was your first kiss?" I drawled the curtain back popping out my head nodding. My lips were in a thin line as doing so.

" Wow, even so, when the world goes to shit that's when you get your first kiss." she blows out smoke, " well I'm going to let you shower I'm going going to bug some people." She waved bye leaving the restroom.

Of course, I thought smiling Turing on the water, it comes out fast a cold. It sent shivers down my spine but I got used to it since it's been so hot out. taking the set of soap I scrubbed my body off twice making sure to get all the blood, dirt, and sweat off from top to bottom.

I probably stunk but considering everyone was like that I'm pretty sure they couldn't tell. Finishing up with my hair I wiped off my body with a towel I pulled on my newish clothes.

I stared at myself in front of the mirror looking back at my reflection. I was surprised to see a different person. One where there was no dirt, blood covering my face like a mask. Now I was clean I felt good and refreshing.

I soon picked up my old clothing dumping them in a bin where everyone else's clothes were cleaning up after my self I walked out. Heading to the lobby to see Sang-Wook and Hyun-Su inter the elevator.

He was wearing a yarn striped green and pale orange sweater. I swore his hair looked shorted for some reason. I was about to call him wondering why they were going up there?

But the elevator door closed before I could say anything. So I waited for them sitting on the brown leather couch. Picking at my nails seeing how short they were. Ms. Cha had stepped in. She was usually with the little kids.

She was staring at something in front of her turning my head my eyes caught a red light and the numbers were counting down from one. It must be the guys' back but so soon? It sometimes takes an hour or so.

" Was it just the two guys" that went up?" she questioned but it was more like she was asking herself. But I nearly jumped when a loud ringing was disturbed from the air.

I covered my ears, But then Remembering it's the bell that Signal when a monster is near. The elevator door dinged open revealing one guy standing in the door his back was facing us and he smelled awful as it hurt my nose flies were flying everywhere.

Oh, God!

I was about to stop her but it was too late. " sir?" It soon twisted its head around as its mouth opened up and dozens of flies came out. I almost puked. But its body turned around facing frontwards no.

Ms. Cha screamed, as it came at her but I hurriedly got up pulling her out of the way grabbing her arm. But it kept coming for us as it swung its electric string trimmer. I ducked as Ms. Cha whimpered, I tried to calm her down but I wouldn't work.

As it swung again at us it almost caught her but I pushed her out of the way before it did. It was just me and the smelly monster guy now. He made weird sounds with his mouth like he was choking or more like gagging.

I backed up, trying to lead it away as far as I can. But not to fear because the others could be put in danger. It raises its trimmer again and I was for sure it was going to hit me.

I closed my eyes seeing I couldn't get away waiting for the hit but nothing came as I heard a clash with metal on metal.

Opening my eyes I saw Jae-Heon, he had held the monster off with his trusty katana sword. Holding it off, " Go! go help Ms. Cha!" He yelled, but what about him?

I didn't have a choice though because he pushed the monster back and I got up running to her to help her out of the way as Jae-Heon fought it. He raised the monster's trimmers with both of his hands gripping his sword.

As it collided with some wired metal roofing creating sparks. He held it there struggling as one of this arms was weak from his previous injury. There were loud clicking noises and grunting as he tried to hold it back.

But he couldn't hold on anymore as it came down, and when it did it brought Jae-Heon's arm with it. I let out an ear-pricing scream that seemed to echo when the blood splattered everywhere hitting me.

I was so stunned seeing his arm fly off, red crimson soaked his entire left side as he fell to the floor. I tried to run and help him but Ms. Cha held me back. Tears began to form. I screamed out again trying to pull away.

He can't die, what about him and Ji-Soo? " No! I have to help him!!" But her grip was tight on me. I couldn't get loose." if you go you'll get hurt too." I shook my head it wasn't right just to stand here and watch.

" he can't- he can't die someone needs to help!!" Soon I heard heavy footsteps coming our way. It was the group, coming to the rescue but they all came to a sudden halt. Gasp we're expressed all around the room.

It was quiet except for my crying struggling to get free. Jae-Heon had gotten up staggering a little. The monster attempted to walk up the small step but couldn't.

Jea-Heon had grabbed his half-broken sword walking closer to the monster getting behind him, he stabbed it in the chest pulling the thing in his embrace pulling him back.

He was leading it to the elevator. My eyes poured with tears realizing I cannot save him. He was sacrificing himself for the safety of the group. Then there was a banging sound with a door being pushed open.

It was a person they were crawling on their hands and knees. It was Hyun-Su was he hurt? He lifted his upper body leaning on a metal storage locker.

He gripped the spear In his hands watching the scene unfold. I could see tears in his eyes. As he fought to get up, mumbling underneath his breath.

When Jae-Heon turned the monster around pressing the elevator door open shoving him inside, there were multiple grunts, as he went in fighting it. He pulled out the sword-swinging it around. As the light kept flickering on and off.

He dodged the trimmers, going over to the front doors pressing the button to close it, as it did the electric door closed and reopened each time there was more blood splatter on the walls.

When it opened again not able to close because the trimmers were in between it stopping the doors from closing Jae-Heon grabbed the monster taking him down to the ground. Puncturing the jug that was attached to the motor that runs the trimmer it leaked gas everywhere.

I knew what he was doing he was going to catch himself on fire. " throw it!!" Jae-Heon yelled to saw Seung-Wan he was holding a bottle with cloth in it that was on fire.

But he didn't throw it too scared to. His body shook. But everyone was tense, not wanting to hurt him more than he already was. Jae-Heon laid on the floor not letting go of the monster red was the only color that was Prominent in the elevator.

" throw it now!!" He screamed again, I saw Eun-hyuk look between him and Seung-wan debating to do what I think he was doing. He ran to him taking the jar waiting for the perfect moment to throw it but also hesitant because he was his friend.

It was weak but Jae-Heon's last words threw it he mouthed. I could see Eun-Hyuk trying to hold back tears but he threw it. It setting everything on fire. I watched as it was burning them up I couldn't look anymore Turing my head away.

My chin began to quiver, as I drawled in deep breaths. I tried to control my sobs, if I had just fought the monster instead of letting Jae-Heon do it he would still be alive.

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