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bubsdolan · 3 years

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Woah!!! Part 2 to Reader getting in an accident after an arguement with Gray???

{part 1}

there were many moments in grayson dolan’s 21 years on earth where he felt incredibly blessed to have a twin brother, especially one like ethan. from being his best friend and number one supporter in anything, to sharing food and girl advice, learning and growing together and being grayson’s right hand man through life, he had never been more grateful to have ethan by his side in this moment.

that and the fact ethan had purchases a car that can exceed a speed of up to 199.5 mph, meant they wasted no time in getting grayson to the hospital to be reunited with you.

as he sat in the passenger seat, legs bouncing uncontrollably with fear and anxiousness, tears softly rolling down his cheeks, he clutched tightly to the stuffed animal in his hands. a sight for anyone who would laugh at a 200 pound man, crying and cuddling a teddy.

petal, your stuffed elephant, was a childhood teddy your mother had given you the day you were born. you never slept without petal, she was a third wheel in your relationship with grayson as she offered you the same comfort he did every night being away from family home. home was anywhere grayson was, but petal was also a piece of the family you left behind when staffing a new life with the man you loved.

grayson knew you better than anyone and he could guarantee that when you woke up, because he wholeheartedly knew you were- his strong brave girl and you couldn't leave him- that petal would be the first thing you would want to see as much as his angel eyes. the stuffed animal also brought grayson a sense of comfort and reassurance having her with him.

grayson didn't even allow ethan the chance to drive into the car park of the emergency room before he was taking off and sprinting to the reception desk. teddy in hand as he panted out your first and last name. shocking the nurse at his panicked state, dishevelled appearance and the continuous fidgeting on the heels of his feet.

“y/n-y/n y/l/n… she’s in a coma. pleas-please i need to see her. she needs- she needs me.”

“may i ask your relationship to the patient?”

growing impatient, grayson raises his temper to the next level. the longer he was kept away from you, the more agitated he became.

“my girlfriend is fighting for her life right now! i need to see her, i don’t have time for this!”

“bro-” ethan came running in, throwing the tesla in the first available space before jogging after his fragile brother and coming to be the calm, sensible one in this situation. “let me handle it.”

reluctantly grayson stood off to the side, his ears perking and eyes desperately following every patient being rushed through the automatic doors, every doctor or nurse walking past him with sympathetic looks. he hoped someone would tell him what's going on and where you were. the waiting game was torture, but it was only just beginning.

“they’re gonna take us to her now, c’mon.” ethan pulls grayson down the maze like corridors to where the receptionist who he had to apologise profusely for his twins attitude earlier, lead them to the room where apart of grayson was fighting for her life. fighting for his life. he was nothing without you.

ethan let grayson walk in first, accidentally colliding into the back of grayson as he stood frozen outside the door and mentally prepared himself for a sight he never wished to see. his breathing hitched as he took in the sight of you battered and braised. covered head to toe in a mixture of dirt, dried blood and bandages, as the only thing keeping you alive right now were the medical tubes swarming your precious body.

grayson felt his heart shatter into a million pieces inside him. he couldn’t help but feel tears well up in his eyes, imagining how bad your accident had been to the point where you were put into a coma and how he wasnt there to protect you like he has always promised. he pictured how scared you must have been, all alone and defenceless.

with rushed but easy strides, grayson was at your side before ethan even got the chance to thank the nurse and follow behind. not wanting to cause you any further pain or discomfort, grayson gently placed petal under your arm, keeping her close to your body and secure so you wouldn't lose her even in your unconscious state. with a shakey breath, he plants a soft kiss on yours then petals forehead, his own slient way of commciaing to you that he was there. that you had nothing to worry about because he was finally there to protect you.

“hey my sweet girl. im right here, im here and i love you. so much.”

“fight for me yeah? for us.”

grayson automatically took the seat next to your hospital bed, reaching forward to hold your hand kindly in his own as he vowed to himself he wouldn’t leave your beside until you woke up. no matter how long it was going to take. weeks, months, years, he was willing to wait for you.

grayson vividly remembered being told that the brain of a coma patient may continue to work. it might “hear” the sounds in the environment, like the footsteps of someone approaching or the voice of a loved one speaking. he made sure to continually talk to you about everything and anything on his mind. referencing back to the time you would take late night drives and talk about life hand in hand and contently in love.

when discussing your future together on a late night monty’s run, this definitely wasn’t how he envisioned it would turn out to be. what once was a shared dream, was now a shared nightmare.

“e’s here too.”

“hey squirt.” ethan felt stupid speaking aloud to someone who wouldn't respond to him, but the small smile it coaxed on grayson’s face, after hours of sadness, made it worth while. grayson always valued the sibling friendship you and ethan shared. he didn’t even pause for a minute to think about your accident had affected him also, until he hard the nickname ethan often uses to tease you.

swallowing the lump in his throat, grayson spoke up again.

“im sorry. im so fucking sorry. i meant nothing i said earlier, fuck im an idiot. i love you baby, always and forever.”

“we aren't going anywhere you hear me. you come back to us ok, show me those pretty eyes of yours baby. let me hear your laugh, let me see your smile, you gotta wake up for me- please wake up for me.”

grayson begged and pleaded with your unresponsive body. the sound of your heart rate monitor being the only sign you gave him as his eyes focused on your lifeless body. desperately hoping for so much as a flinch from you or a miracle to happen.

he caressed your hand slowly, continuing to cry silently as he looked over to you, feeling like this was all his fault. “i’m sorry” he choked out, resting his head down against the back of your hand. “this is all my fault. i’m so sorry baby.”

grayson wish you could say something back, even if it was to spite him and call him out for his outburst hours earlier. he just wanted to hear your voice again.

“grayson, none of this was your fault!” ethan was quick to jump to grayson’s defence, hating the way his brother was beating himself up over something that was out of his control. ethan feared how grayson would react if the worst case scenario of turning your life support machine off would happen. it didn’t bare to think about.

hearing a knock at the door, grayson wiped his tears quickly before turning to see the doctor was approaching grayson with a warm smile. grayson felt a sense of relief finally meeting the incredible man tasked with saving your life.

“here’s some personal belongings that they recovered at the scene. this seemed to be the only thing to survive the terrible ordeal.” he said, handing grayson an all to familiar box of the watch brand he had non stop being gushing about.

as the doctor made his swift exit, promising to return shortly and check on your progress, grayson opened the box to reveal the item that causes you to end up where you were right now. with no pieces of his heart left to break, grayson felt numb.

the engraving of the date grayson first told you he loves you, joined together by your pairing initials, elegantly graced the under face of the watch. he swapped his old one with the new, staring down at the jewellery on his wrist that held a brand new meaning from the simple pleasure of owning it, he planned to never take it off.

everything seem to make sense now. the guy in the scandalous photo become Crystal clear as he recognised him to be the gentlemen from his brief encounter when trying to surprise ethan with a housewarming gift. much like what you were doing for grayson. he realised it now, when it was too late.

you never cheated on him. you never betrayed him. never used him. he discredited the great lengths you went to in order to surprise him with his dream watch. his own insecurities and the fact he was easily manipulated by twitter fingers and his so called fans, may be the reason you never wake up.

was this watch the only thing to survive the accident? grayson was about to find out.

{part 3}

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ilikemesometaetaes · 3 years

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Forbearance

Kim Seokjin Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: Give him a break, okay? Finding out his girlfriend’s bias wasn’t him is a pretty hard hit to the man’s ego. He has a right to be a little... possessive.

•••> Pairing(s): Seokjin/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey love, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot where the reader is dating Seokjin, but he accidentally finds her old fangirl stuff and discovers he wasnt her bias and jhope was? And ya know he gets all jealous and possessive;) btw I love youu”

•••> Word Count: 4.41k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, oversensitivity, dirty talk, our jin is a jealous boy, possessive!jin, idol!jin, cursing, alcohol use

Thank you for the request, anon! I thought it was just going to be a drabble, but I guess not! I hope you enjoy :)

~#~

Seokjin called for you from your old bedroom, feeling insecure about going through the things in your closet.

“It’s okay, babe! It should be in there somewhere!” You yelled back, obviously busying yourself with tonight’s dinner before you moved your stuff into your boyfriend’s home.

Seokjin’s lips spread into a tight line, clearly uncomfortable with the action of prying into your life before you met him. He was never one to judge character nor the one to actively seek out every detail about you. He respected your privacy and your boundaries enough to never ask, waiting until you were the one speaking about it.

It was what sparked the relationship between you two in the first place. A respect for privacy and the skill of having patience.

You had met him at a fishing beach; the sun was almost fully set and it seemed that Kim Seokjin needed some time away from the boys and the spotlight.

You were sitting in a camping chair, waiting for the telltale signs of a fish nipping at your line when you noticed the man walking over to the next open slot of shore rocks just five yards to your right.

Conversation was minimal, but being in a setting where patience was what kept a person sane meant that you were fully capable of waiting.

It was strange how you hadn’t noticed it was him. Of course, he wore a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap, but Kim Seokjin’s personality was seemingly unique and quite noticeable. The man who sat next to you was someone completely different.

He was quiet, patient, reserved, and outright plain. After a short conversation with him about how the fish were biting that day, you understood that the man went there for quiet- same as you. So you gave it to him.

You just couldn’t help but notice that he continued to sit next to you for the days to come. He would come out every other day or so and sit next to you, regardless of the amount of spots available around. You would talk about the weather affecting the fish, ponder over the current position of the moon to judge the tide, and then resume the silence. It was almost as if you were basking in each other’s quiet presence.

His voice, a familiar tone of inflection, was evasive. It seemed as if he was purposely lowering his voice to distort it, but you could never bring yourself to ask why. Instead, you settled on listening to him speak as his beautiful brown eyes cast a wistful gaze into the bay.

From what you could see, he was handsome. You could see his eyes when he took off his sunglasses at night and the occasional tuft of hair that stuck out from under his ball cap. His shoulders were incredibly broad, stretching every jacket and sweatshirt he wore almost to the extreme.

He sat in his chair like he had run a marathon, slouching so far that his long legs were almost entirely off of the seat. It looked as if the man was dreadfully exhausted.

Light conversation seemed to pick him up from his slump but you didn’t want to press too far, knowing that the man was undoubtedly hiding his identity. You were okay with this, practicing the patience you had learned from fishing throughout your everyday life.

Each time you spoke, the conversation slowly got further and further. The day that you got to talking about what he did for the day, you learned that he lived an active and busy lifestyle. He came to fish for the calm and relaxation- a break away from it.

After a little over a month of meeting with the man to enjoy the silence, he disappeared.

You never got a name; never got an age; you knew next to nothing about him.

You continued to show up in your usual spot, hating when someone else sat where he would, but you couldn’t be rude and tell them to move.

You weren’t going to stop your hobby of fishing just because he did, but it seemed as though your reason for going to fish had shifted. You had gone expecting to see him walk up with his tackle box and fishing rod at his usual time. You only found yourself disappointed when he didn’t.

Several months passed with no sign of your mystery man. Eventually, you had forgotten about him, his presence a mere, fleeting thought whenever you looked at his old spot.

The day he returned, he was almost unrecognizable under the light of the moon.

The cool spring weather had morphed into hot summer evenings and transitioned to chilly, late-summer-early-fall nights while he was absent. Instead of the basic black street clothes of the usual fashion that the young men of Korea wore, he was dressed professionally and warm.

A long, beige peacoat hung from his shoulders in a way that the width of the shoulder seams did not stretch and, instead, looked perfectly fitted as the length fell to his knees. He wore a black turtleneck that was tucked into black skinny jeans, secured into place by a brown belt with a pair of brown leather dress shoes to match.

He didn’t even wear a hat, revealing his light brown hair. All that remained of his old style was the black mask that he wore to cover his face.

The man held no tackle box in his hand; a cooler hung from his fingers and a camping chair was nudged under his arm. In the place of his fishing rod in the other hand was a small bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, thank god.” He breathed. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I’m still here.” You chuckled. “I’ve been coming here for years.”

He sat as you spoke, repeating the same actions with his chair as you had pictured him doing countless times in the past months. Your fishing buddy was finally back and looking as handsome as ever.

“Have you?” He huffed as he sat back in his chair. “I only just found out about this place back in April. It’s quite nice.”

“Yes, it is.” You agreed, turning your gaze to watch the lights from the nearby city reflect off the surface of the water. He wasn’t changing his voice anymore and you couldn’t help but recognize it immediately.

For a moment, you processed his presence- he was actually here. Then, you turned to him again with your eyes trained on the cluster of yellow flowers sat atop his small cooler, attempting to keep your cool.

“What’s the occasion?”

“A celebration of friendship.” He laughed to himself as he grabbed the bouquet and raised it to you, avoiding your gaze.

“A friendship?” You asked, taking them from his grasp and looking down at them. “These are very pretty. Thank you.”

“I figured it’s been a while since we met and you seem to be incredibly kind, so why not be friends?”

“I don’t mean to be rude- I’m totally cool with being friends with you- but I don’t even know your name.” You laughed, hoping that this would finally be the day he revealed himself.

“I’ll only tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Easy.” You laughed. “My name is Y/N.”

“Please don’t... freak out or anything...” He muttered, raising his hand to take his mask off his face. Your heart beat wildly in anticipation.

As soon as he peeled the loop from his ear, your mouth slightly fell open on its own accord and you were suddenly starstruck by the fact that Kim Seokjin sat next to you.

“My name is Seokjin.” He kept his gaze lowered as if he was ashamed of his identity.

“I’m a huge fan.” You were speaking impulsively, unable to think about your words with the beautiful man so close to you. What else could you say?

“Oh, are you?” He asked, slowly lifting his gaze to meet your own.

“I am. It is very nice to meet you, Seokjin.” You were keeping yourself under control and you had no idea how, practically vibrating in your chair.

“And it’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Reaching into his cooler, he plucked out a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. “Care to share a drink over our newfound friendship?”

Grateful for the distraction, you took one of the glasses. “I’d love to.”

Your friendship with the idol bloomed. Under the strict condition that you never told anyone of your meeting spot- not that you wanted to or anything- you and Seokjin would continue to meet up on occasion and fish, sharing a drink or two and learning about each other.

When he found out about your love for his own band, he laughed and teased you for being a fangirl. When he continued to show up after the revelation, it exhumed ultimate trust that you couldn’t resist returning.

The other strict condition of your friendship was that you couldn’t meet anywhere but the beach. Six months of seeing the man you were gradually falling for in one spot became exhausting, but you couldn’t complain. Sure, you couldn’t go out for coffee or see a movie because of the fact that there were eyes everywhere, but you were okay with having your own little secluded paradise away from society.

It seemed that patience wasn’t one of Seokjin’s better traits, because even he came to complain about hanging out with you anywhere away from the brackish water.

One signed confidentiality agreement and an established set of rules later and he was being sneakily rushed into your already open front door so that the neighbors wouldn’t see him. It sort of reminded you of your younger days when you were sneaking a boy in so that your parents wouldn’t catch you.

His schedule wouldn’t allow you to see him more than two times a week, but it allowed for the two of you to retain a certain level of privacy that taught him more patience. Despite the lack of consistency, each time he came to see you sent butterflies into your stomach and a need to grow closer.

It only took a month of him visiting you before the media began getting suspicious of Jin’s whereabouts. His disappearances from his home to undisclosed locations drove the world into speculation of a solo career or a new music video- or a woman.

The more the rumors ran around, the less you saw of your friend.

It was hard to be apart from Seokjin, fully aware of the fact that you were falling for him. The idea that he could possibly have feelings for you was next to impossible to believe; all you were to him was a break away from the fame and cameras. Even as he rest his head on your shoulder with an arm around your waist while you watched a movie from your couch, you found it hard to believe there was a possibility for more.

You had the world in your embrace. How could you possibly ask for more?

A year of being friends with Seokjin proved to be the ultimate trial to test your patience. You never stepped out of line, hardly ever let yourself dream of being with him, but always imagined what it would feel like to press your lips to his gorgeously plump ones.

To say you passed the test was a decently literal way of putting it.

Exactly one year and two months of knowing Kim Seokjin, not including when he was a nameless man who you sat with, was all it took for him to start showing signs of more.

You sat in your usual spots on the beach, drinking soju, when he turned to you and asked if you ever thought of dating him.

“All the time.” You blurted in response, cursing under your breath immediately afterwards at your lack of hesitation.

Instead of responding, Seokjin burst out laughing. He tipped his head back and guffawed to the night sky but all you could do was laugh cautiously with him in confusion. Worry raised in your heart at the chance that you finally crossed the line even as you swooned over his endearing laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You built up the courage to ask after he calmed a bit.

“I promise you that I am not laughing at you. I’m actually laughing at myself.” He wiped a building tear from the corner of his eye.

“Why?” You asked.

Instead of responding to your question, he turned to you with all hints of joking wiped clean by the serious expression on his face.

“Do you want to date me?”

You stopped breathing for a moment at his question, heart seemingly skipping a beat and fingers gripping your chair tightly in disbelief.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Please let me know if I’ve crossed the line, but would you like to go on a date with me?” He grabbed your hand in his and held it close to his body. Even in the cold weather, his hands were as warm as ever.

Kim Seokjin thought he was crossing the line? He thought he was shooting his shot to someone he had a minor possibility of dating? Being patient couldn’t have been more rewarding than in that moment.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

Of course, the media was all over your first date with the man.

Even from inside the fancy restaurant you sat in, you could see the camera flashes from across the room in your secluded corner. Seokjn simply waved them off and continued to sip on his wine, telling you to pretend that they weren’t there.

For you, the pressure was intense. The entire world sat on your shoulders as they tried to scare you away from the man you loved.

Despite the harsh scrutiny and the offensive comments, your time of waiting on Seokjin had thickened your skin and reinforced your resolve. Your ultimate test of patience left you with a sense of serenity in the tense world.

You could wait for the attacks to die down. You could be patient- Kim Seokjin was worth it.

As time went on, people cared less and less about your relationship after realizing that you weren’t going anywhere. You had predicted as much.

To celebrate your two-year anniversary together, your boyfriend finally asked you to move in with him.

He was nervous, to say the least. Seokjin wanted you to live with him because he found your apartment to be quite small- it was about time to give you more.

Now, two days after the proposal to move in- on his free weekend- he was helping you move out of your apartment.

Everything was going smoothly, as he expected, up until the moment you told him to go into your closet and grab the box of clothes you had set aside to donate.

He wasn’t expecting to find a small box stuffed into the back of your closet with BTS in large sparkly letters decorating the top. After he pulled it out and dusted it off, he opened it to find photocards and trinkets of his brother, Hoseok.

Gingerly, he dipped his fingers into the box and pulled out a tiny, pink pouch that perked his interest- Seokjin never faired well with fighting his curiosity of material things.

Pulling out the small chain, he let a grimace riddle his features whilst he surveyed the six silver letters of Hoseok’s name adorning it.

“Oh.” He heard from behind him, causing him to jump and quickly drop the pouch and bracelet back into the open box in his lap. “So you found those.”

“What is all this?” He asked while gesturing to said box, an ugly inferno of jealousy beginning to curl inside his stomach and snake its way up his throat. All Seokjin could think about was the fact that Hoseok was your bias and not him. Sure, he never asked, but you could have at least told him that he had competition.

“I- uh-“ You stuttered. Your hesitation to answer warranted him to stand and approach you with an eyebrow cocked and a storm brewing in his eyes.

“Am I just a ploy to get to him?” Seokjin’s anger was obvious, yet you couldn’t help the lick of excitement as he became possessive over you- a trait you rarely saw on the man.

“No!” You were quick to answer his question, closing the space between the two of you to grab his hands in your own. “Babe, I swear! Those are from years ago! Before I met any of you!”

Although Seokjin knew that you were telling the truth, he still seethed in response and let his jealousy show. You seemed to like the jealous side of him, so he decided to maximize his advantages of the situation. It was also hard to ignore that he was growing slightly uncomfortable in his pants.

“Then why do you still have them?”

“Because my friend made them for me and they’re special!” You defended, wanting him to hold your hands. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly and pulled you so that your body was flush against his. You were left to stare up at his towering frame.

“Well,” He chuckled, letting go of your hands and bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise but he only growled and smacked you on the ass with so much force that you yelped out in pain.

Seokjin threw you down on your tiny bed and you looked up at him in anticipation when you noticed the sly smile thinning his plump lips. He leaned down, placing a knee between your legs, as his gaze locked with yours.

“I’ll give you something fucking special, J-hope stan.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname, bringing your arms up to wrap around your shoulders as he pecked you on the lips and trailed his lips down the side of your neck.

Once he placed a kiss on top of your clothed nipple, Seokjin wasted no time in lifting your shirt over your chest to press his tongue and lips against you. You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tipped your head back and let him work over your areola.

“Does Hobi know how sensitive you are here?” He asked, licking your nipple immediately after. He brought his thumb to the other one as he kissed it again. “Would he even figure it out?”

Instead of answering, you threaded your fingers into his hair blindly, wrapping your legs around his waist while he lowered his mouth further down your body. The notion left you quaking in its wake.

His nose feathered down your stomach while he whispered his next question.

“Does he know how soft your skin is?” Seokjin pressed his lips to the skin of your waist and you craned your head up to look down at him, catching his gaze promptly. Seeing his lips against your skin had your legs pressing against his sides even tighter. “Would he even appreciate it?”

He backed up and pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs to bare your pussy to him, not wanting to tease you at all. He was on a mission and you wouldn’t stop him.

By the time he got his face between your legs, you were already spasming and dripping.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a smirk on his lips. “Could he get you this wet?”

His tongue pushed between your folds and flattened to rub against your clit to lap up once with a groan building in his chest before he pulled away. “Would he even taste you?”

You whimpered, dependent on Seokjin for pleasure as he pressed his tongue on your clit and slid two fingers into your depths to scissor you open. For a good minute, he pumped his two fingers into you and shoved his tongue onto your bundle of nerves as if trying to completely lick it off your body.

Your first orgasm was sharp and intense, causing you to cry out and dig your fingers into your boyfriend’s scalp. He pulled his lips away from you for a moment to look up at your heaving body.

“Could he even find how sensitive you are right-“ He brushed his fingers against the spot that had your mind reeling. “-here? Could he make you feel good? How would he even begin to try?”

The oversensitivity had your senses dulling and your lips babbling. “He wouldn’t. God, Jin. He wouldn’t.”

He continued to sink his fingers into you, harshly laving over your clit with his tongue in between his words as if he were fucking you already.

“You just-” Slurp. “-taste like-” Suck. “-fucking candy, baby.” You gasped at the loss of contact and squealed every time he returned his tongue and covered you with his plump lips to wildly swirl the hot muscle into you.

Being forced into more orgasms wasn’t new for you, however, it was always on his dick that you sobbed your way through countless climaxes. The pleasure of being pushed over the edge by his tongue was completely new and unabashedly erotic.

You screamed and writhed against Seokjin’s hand splayed possessively over your stomach, trying to get away from the contact but helplessly struggling against him. One after the other, you were painfully shoved into cumming, but it’s only when you squirted onto his chin that he finally let up.

“I bet he couldn’t make you squirt like that.” He darkly chuckled.

You, sweaty and breathless, lay under him with a bead of drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth. Mindlessly, you affirmed his statement.

“He couldn’t. He couldn’t.” It was almost as if you were chanting now.

“You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” Seokjin stood on his knees and quickly pulled his jeans down just enough for his dick to pop out before eagerly settling himself between your shaky legs once more.

Pussy raw and throbbing, you needed him to fill you properly to balance out the sensitivity on your clit. It was almost painful.

“This pussy is mine.” Seokjin grabbed his dick and looked down to slap his tip against your clit repeatedly. Your legs jerked in result, body responsive to the slightest touch on your nub. “You’re all mine.”

“Jin,” You whimpered. “Please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Be patient.” And he slid in slowly.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and threw your head back into the pillow again. The pleasure was blinding and you tensed your entire body at the sensation of him stretching out your insides.

“He could never know how tight you are.” Seokjin grit his teeth as he bottomed out. “How fucking warm-” You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he nudged his hips to try pushing himself further inside you, succeeding in dipping slightly deeper into your walls and crowding himself against your womb almost uncomfortably. “-you are.”

At this point, all you could do was sob in confirmation. “He couldn’t.”

“I’m not gonna lie.” He pulled out and thrust into you once, then twice, and then paused while heaving above you. “You got me all worked up with how cute you sound so I won’t last very long. I’m going to need you to cum one more time. Can you do that for me, love?”

You nodded almost immediately, knowing that all he needed to do was toy with your clit to send you over the edge.

With a harsh beat, your lover ferociously fucked into you and grabbed one of your thighs to widen your legs. With each clap of his skin into yours, you let out a small huff while he literally fucked the air from your lungs.

“Cum, baby. Cum right now.” He strained.

“I-” You cried, holding onto him for dear life as you desperately needed that last nudge to send you hurtling towards ecstasy. “I can’t. I n-need-“

“Hobi can’t fuck you like this, Y/N. Can’t fill you up and make you scream like I can. But you can’t cum for me?” He smashed his swollen lips onto yours and messily pushed his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of you. “What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?”

Your clit practically screamed for attention from your prior orgasms, but you were too focused on not actually crying to tell him. Instead, you snaked your hand down your body towards yourself and Seokjin followed your trail down to where your bodies joined, noticing immediately how swollen and red your clit was. His expression softened in realization.

“Oh, does my girl need her pussy touched?” He crooned roughly.

You nodded feverishly, sniffling.

“Okay, love. I’ll touch.” And he did.

Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. Your body, battered and exhausted, trembled as it seized up to accept his thrust for the last time that evening. In all its pain and bliss, your climax was glorious.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Seokjin growled as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “Squeezing me all tight like that. You’d never squeeze Hobi like that.”

Even through your pleasure, you felt him clutch onto you tightly, slowing his thrusts and sinking himself deeply to empty his release into you.

“That’s my girl.” He groaned after he stilled, slumping against you. For a moment, the two of you breathed and relaxed in each other’s presence.

You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his head. “That was pretty hot, babe.”

His head shot up from your shoulder immediately. “Not at all! How could you stan Hobi and not me?”

“Babe, I was so much younger. Of course, the one who is a literal ball of sunshine was my bias. You can’t get enough of Hobi.”

“But I’m your boyfriend…” His eyebrows turned up at you and pouted all the while his dick still lay wedged between your legs. Slowly, you pushed him off of you so that you could go clean up.

As you stood, you walked to the bathroom and laughed again. “Yes, you are.”

Even as you were walking away, you heard him mutter under his breath.

“Hobi would never walk away from me like that.”

All you could do was giggle at his statement, knowing that he would eventually get over it.

Kim Seokjin was the one you loved. Who was Jung Hoseok?

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angelicmichael · 3 years

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Imminient Annihilation sounds so dope, chapter nine.

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader and Michael finally learn how to communicate and decide to start being mostly civil and learn how to tolerate eachother.

Words: 5.6k+

Warnings: Mentions of bruises and falling, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, reader and Michael are both pretty mean in the first half of this part LOL, some Millory flirting <3, extreme enemies to lovers, extreme slow burn, reader is going through inner torment like always LOL, lots of cussing, witch! reader

A/N: First of all - i just wanna say I'm so sorry for not updating this in like 5 months LMAO. That's why I decided to make this chapter a bit long 😌. Still no romance but, reader and Michael are finally starting to warm up to eachother so hopefully yall like this chapter :)

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Dull, aching pain was what welcomed you when you woke up. It started off subtle; faint enough to ignore until you started to stir in your bed.. wrong fucking move.

Your entire body was throbbing. Saying that you felt like complete shit was definitely an understatement at this point.. You almost wanted to think perhaps this could be a result of partying last night but then again.. this pain was different. You knew for sure this was not a result of being hungover.

You winced as you pushed back the covers and stood up, wandering over to the closest mirror as you pushed up your shirt - wanting to examine your ribs - where the pain seemed to ache the most. Your skin on the left side of your ribs had turned into a ugly, mixed palette of blues and purples. Turning around only proved that the bruises had traveled to your back as well. You couldn’t help but wince at the sight and let out a painful moan when you traced your fingers across your skin - feeling the bruises. What the fuck happened last night??

You let your shirt fall back down as you stood - puzzled and thinking about the previous nights events.. and.. oh fuck..

You swallowed as you conjured up the memories from last night in your mind; you remembered Mallory.. going to the party.. drinking.. Michael.. going back to his apartment.. talking.. falling.. and then nothing.

What the fuck happened?!

You roughly swallowed, your eyebrows furrowed together as you turned around looked at your surroundings - something you should’ve done sooner. You felt a wave of Deja vu wash over you; as well as a wave of fear. Being in a room with no recollection of how you got there was hauntingly familiar. Too familiar for your liking. However, you knew you were you.. looking again in the mirror reassured you of that but.. that didn’t solve the issue of how you got from Michaels penthouse to.. wherever you were now.

You stared at the room; puzzled. You were trying to put your finger on why the room looked so familiar; and then it clicked. The hotel room you were currently in wasn’t a penthouse but it still looked similar and resembled Michaels hotel room that you were in last night. Which could only mean you were staying in the same hotel.

Your heart stopped when you came to the realization that Michael must've got you this hotel room. That's the only way any of this made sense. You wanted to think for a split second it could’ve been Mallory who came to your rescue but, that didn’t make sense because you knew she wouldn’t have left you alone in the morning. It had to be Michael.

The gesture almost would’ve been cute under normal circumstances.

The room looked practically untouched besides the bed you had just climbed out of. Your phone resided on the night stand, and as you quickly went through your phone - nothing seemed tampered with. Thank god.

Although, there was a message from someone in particular that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at. Of course he messaged you. You quickly opened up the message fully, reading through it rather quickly.

‘How are you feeling?'

You bit your lip as you crafted up a soulless response. At least he had enough of a heart to check in on you. I mean it was the very least he owed you at this point.

‘Oh I’m doing just peachy keen. How the fuck do you think I’m doing with bruises everywhere?? Did I get a concussion last night?’

You sent the message without thinking twice. You felt your face getting hot and your heart beating faster. You grinded your teeth; the fact you could feel yourself getting angry and agitated so early in the morning was beyond aggravating.

You paced around the hotel room, phone still in hand. You compulsively checked your phone nearly every second as you paced until you finally saw the notification you were waiting for.

'if we're going to keep talking about last night then it needs to be done in person. How about meeting me at the café across the street, asap. And bring Mallory. I'm not interested in talking to you alone.'

“Motherfucker," you muttered with a quick roll of your eyes.

Of course Michael wanted to meet immediately; it was foolish to expect anything less of him at this point, honestly. Luckily getting ready would be a rather quick ordeal since the only belongings you had were on you. You quickly paced to the mirror and attempted to make yourself look presentable before grabbing your phone and hastily running out the door before dialing Mallory's number.

Thankfully getting Mallory to agree to witness whatever torture Michael had planned for you wasnt hard; Although the pair of you were still confused on why Mallory's presence was required in the first place. But atleast you knew Michael was feeling better if he was still acting in character, being unpredictable as ever.

The café wasn’t hard to find; and neither was Michael. He sat at a small wooden table that was meant for four. A dim light hung from the ceiling above the table.

You grew increasingly more nervous as you approached the table. What could Michael even want to say to you that was so important that it had to be said in person? With Mallory?

A pit resided in your stomach - a feeling that something bad was about to happen stayed present within you even as you and Mallory sat down next to eachother. You offered to sit directly across from Michael, so that you could spare Mallory from having to deal with his crippling stare - but of fucking course, Michael chimed in and demanded that Mallory sat directly across from him.. and Mallory being the way she is obliged naturally. It made the pit in your stomach only grow.

You only wanted to cut all of the bullshit that you knew Michael was about to pull; you just wanted to talk to Michael and have a normal fucking conversation for once. Separation at this point seemed to give you a ridiculous amount of unwanted torment; emotionally, physically, and this point possibly even spiritually. You knew you were meant to be around him - there was no point in fighting the connection you two had. So.. that was why you felt justified in your choice of atleast attempting to have this conversation with Michael, and to make the effort that he barely had the balls to do.

"Hey, It's nice to see that the both of you bothered to show up," Michael sneered.

"Of course we did, Michael. I actually try to stay true to my word - it's not like you can say the same," you stated without missing a beat while maintaining direct eye contact.

You were aware that you probably sounded harsh to any eavesdroppers listening, but you remained unapologetic. You didn’t offer a smile with your words; and you tried your best to remain stoic. A quick glance to your right told you that Mallory was trying her best to avoid Michael's gaze still, most likely uncomfortable at you and Michael's vicious banter.

"Someone seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed,” Michael said with a dark chuckle.

“Ha. Funny," You spit out. Glaring daggers at him as you spoke, “As if you slept well either."

"I didn’t actually; but maybe you would've known that if you've been so kind to ask," Michael bit back.

You gave Michael a long, scorching glare - silently cueing him to shut the fuck up and to consider someone else's feelings for once.. but, you dont really know if he was capable of doing that after all.. but it worked.

You felt bad for Mallory; who was awkwardly staring at her hands and fiddling with her thumbs. You could practically feel how uncomfortable this conversation was making her, and not to mention it was painfully obvious.

You weren't surprised in the slightest that Michael seemed to pick up on her sudden dispirited aura, as well. His light blue eyes quickly traveled from you to Mallory; and it was absolutely revolting to see how fast he could go from having a expression of pure exasperation to.. fondness and concern when he looked at Mallory. It almost reminded you of his reaction to finding Madison after you completely kicked her ass but.. the way he looked at Mallory was different. It was more delicate. It would've been cute if.. you weren't in the current, complicated situation you found yourself in.

"Mallory.." he spoke her name with such softness your surprised she didn't melt right then and there.

They finally met each others gaze; and Mallory met him with a smile which Michael only mirrored.

"Are you okay?" he affirmed.

Mallory nodded, the smile quickly vanishing from her lips as she looked over to you, and then back at Michael.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just happy you two survived last night."

This comment made all three of you smile, but yours was definitely fake. You were grateful that the weird, heavy tension that was between you and Michael had been temporarily lifted though. Maybe having Mallory around to mediate all of yours and Michael's conversations wasnt a bad idea.

"I-"

"Me too. I dont know if (Y/n) told you but, the reason why im bothering to meet with you two today is to figure out what happened last night. Due to (Y/n)'s track record, I'd rather hear things from your perspective.. if you dont mind, Mallory," Michael said.

Essentially cutting you off and once again from speaking directly to Mallory.

Michaels eyes, which normally looked soulless and held a degree of ruthlessness in them (in your opinion) had lost a bit of their edge and fury when he looked at Mallory.. but she didn't seem to take notice how interested he suddenly was in her. Right now, she just seemed flustered and put under the spotlight. Her cheeks were spotted a uneven red color from the unwarranted direct attention Michael was giving her, and it was obvious that she was nervous. Her black, painted nails were tugging mindlessly and restlessly at the thin, decorative gloves she was wearing. A typical nervous habit you noticed she displayed.

Your gaze stayed focused on Mallory but you could feel Michael's hot, glaring stare on you. It was only for a split second after he was done talking - but after that second, he was right back to Mallory. Mallory. His seemingly new, favorite infatuation.

It wasnt jealousy that made you question why Michael was suddenly being so nice to her. It was the fact that you knew Michael truly was a scheming asshole at heart. At this point you were guessing he was only being so nice to her because he needed a favor done.. the mere thought made you bit your lip to suppress a eye roll.

"I-I can try but I wasnt there for the entire night-" Mallory stammered.

She looked at you for support but all you could offer was another meaningless smile in return.

"That's fine. Whatever you remember will do," Michael pressed.

Mallory gave her gloves (which she was still fussing with) a quick glance and then continued; looking at Michael while she spoke.

"Well, it was nothing really remarkable. I'm sure (Y/n) could tell you more than I can but, I saw you get drunk. Incredibly drunk and then.. well that's it. I went back to Robichaux's after that."

Her words left you astonished. How was that all she had to say?? Where was the part where she came back for you? Wasn't she the one who put you into the bed in the hotel room you woke up in, this morning? You knew it was most likely Michael who put you in the hotel last night but, a small part of you was still hoping it could've been Mallory.

"Wait.. what? But that's not everything, it cant be.. I-" The farther your words progressively came out of your mouth the longer your sentence ran.. or as long as Michael allowed too before once again interrupting.

"Mallory.. I think me and (y/n) will be good talking about things one on one from here. As much as I've enjoyed your company; I can only tolerate so many witches and.. according to nature; sadly it has to be this one," Michael flickered his eyes toward you, obviously referencing you in the latter part of his sentence.

Profanities that started with every letter of the alphabet ran through your head at his attempt of trying to be sweet. He extended his hand out to squeeze Mallory's - and after she said her goodbyes, she was quickly gone. Out of the venue.

Looked like it was just you and your favorite villain again.

As much as you loved Mallory and cherished the friendship you two had - you were kind of glad she was gone. The fact you could admit that to yourself with confidence shocked you but.. you felt as if you had to act like a nicer, polished version of yourself that just wasnt truly you around her. As much as your hatred for Michael still ran deep, you were free to act authentic around him - and atleast now you were completely free to call him out on whatever bullshit he just tried to pull off.. and that realization that you now had no bounds was.. completely freeing.

"So, what the fuck was that?"

"What?" Michael asked.

His voice was raised in a defensive, annoyed manner.

"How you were treating Mallory.. what do you want from her?"

You studied the man sitting across from you at the table, and you smugly noticed how even he seemed to be more relaxed now that Mallory was gone.. He was slightly bent over the table now with his elbows resting on the surface, but after your question - he brought one of his ring adorned hands up to his mouth, a poor attempt to stifle a laugh.

"So you noticed," He commented.

You watched as he dropped his hand from his mouth back down to the table in one swift movement.

"It was hard not too," You said.

The predator like focus was lively in his eyes again as he studied you. He was moving a bit in the chair he was sitting in - fully shifting and angling his body towards you. You knew you had his full, undivided attention now.. but this time you planned on taking full advantage of it.

"But.. just please leave her out of it, Michael. I'm serious. Mallory has enough on her plate already, she doesn't need... to be involved," you added.

You struggled to find the proper word to use for last part of your sentence. Labeling whatever this situation was still felt incredibly odd and- just really added to your point that Mallory didn't need to be involved or kept in the loop about things anymore.. It was obvious that Michael was starting to finally warm up to you and.. it seemed he was almost starting to trust you too. Almost.

Michael solely smirked at your words and gave a brief hum as a placeholder for a laugh, like your words weren't worthy of being praised or encouraged by something as gracious as a full on laugh.

"Oh, Dont worry (y/n). I wasnt planning on involving her. It was satisfying enough just to see someone with so much power and potential reduced to a blushing mess.. but - I'm done talking about your dear friend Mallory."

You dont realize that you've slowly stopped breathing until you feel the slow but urgent feeling of gradual suffocation constrict your lungs.. Was it possible he was alluding to you, and maybe not Mallory at all in his last sentence?

Was it really stupid at this point to consider that maybe him flirting and being so stupidly nice with Mallory was just another manipulation tactic.. to see how you'd react? Maybe.

"I only.. wanted to thank you for what you did," Michael stated - finally getting to the point.

Your stomach flipped. The emotions you were feeling before were already laced with confusion and uncertainty but - pining how you felt now never seemed more impossible.

"What I.. did?"

You looked at Michael's body language for answers while he verbally stalled. Both of his elbows were now resting on the table, both hands clasped together as his cheek rested on them. He looked soft.. vulnerable too, but it still didn't compare to how he looked when he gazed at Mallory earlier.. or even Madison. The way he looked at you was completely and utterly different. It was the way that his eyes darkened whenever you two happened to make prolonged eye contact. You thought maybe his pupils could just be dilated but then again, Michael was nothing like normal.. Or that's what you tried to tell yourself anyway. It was creepy to say the least, and deeply unsettling. Even when his eyes nearly changed to black; the rest of his face still upheld a sad, genuine, softness. You still weren't scared of him.

"Yes. What you did.. last night. You didn't have to do what you did but, I just wanted to tha-"

"Wait, you remember?" your words come out; rushed and sonorous. Striking like thunder.

Just the mere thought that Michael could've possibly remembered last nights events had your heart beating wildly in your chest. You felt the nausea in your stomach for a split second until you felt it start to spark up into your throat - you were only seconds away from getting sick. How fucking embarrassing was it that he remembered everything.. was he even truly drunk, at all?

The sudden, rash embarrassment that you felt must've been apparent to Michael because.. he looked concerned for you. His eyebrows were slightly creased and the light blue in his irises were darkened and swarmed with emotion.

You started to move to get up; at this point you weren't concerned with finding a bathroom necessarily - you just needed a fucking break. Michael's company was intoxicating; exactly like a drug.. no matter how much you truly hated him and wanted nothing more than to see him put in his place; he still managed to pull you in effortlessly. The type of territory you were headed into with Michael with purely dangerous. You remember Cordelia warning you not to get attached; and you certainly weren't so far.. so far.

The affect Michael had on women (and men, and really all types of people) was blatantly obvious. He drew people in so fucking easily, he was basically a magnet. He was beautiful, charismatic, had money, and was goal driven (even though his goals were horrific, like ending the world) - he met all the qualifications and standards most people had for a boyfriend. Including your own.

You couldn't decide whether it was painfully ironic or tragic that someone that seemed.. almost built for romance was really made for destruction. Destined for it even. But you knew that if Michael wanted too, it wouldn't be too hard to just.. make you fall for him. You suppose when it came down to it, that's why his prescense was so overwhelmingly suffocating.

It wasnt Michael that you were truly infuriated at; it was what this whole situation stood for. Sure, your life pre-switching wasnt the best but.. you missed the normalcy and the routine. The lack of chaos was something you dreamed about. Now, you were beyond fucked - going from having basically no powers to being stronger than Mallory herself, as well as being destined to help set up your soulmates death was far too much to handle. But.. at the same time it wasnt, because everyone in the coven made sacrifices and you know that if any of them were put in your situation they would do it without a doubt or complaint - so why were you hesitating?

There was no denying that when you were away from him you craved and hungered for his attention, his precense.. and it was the realization that you didn't really care how you got his attention that made you try to finally stand up and leave. For the second time.

Michael put his hand on your forearm, an inch right below your wrist. His touch was soft but firm - you reflexively tried to pull your arm back but he continued to keep you under his grasp.

"Dont go. I'm not going to beg but.. I just; need you to understand-" Michael's voice started to break.

"Need me to understand, what, Michael? What is it this time? I need to know that your being honest, you cant keep.. treating me the way you have," the words you were forced to chose made you squirm and bite your tongue.

You wanted to call him out on his pathetic lying but you chose a safer route instead. One that wouldn't burn his ego so bad. Being forced to tell a sort of.. half truth was annoying. It felt like he was in control again, over you, over your emotions.. and he was. He had total control over you, and it seemed as if he barely put in any effort trying to do so. Although, it was obvious he was trying to shy away and deny this whole.. weird arranged marriage as much as you had; but he was finally succumbing to the urge.. and so were you.

"I never lied. Every time I've seen you, I've never said anything that wasnt true.. but, I haven't exactly let you in - either," Michael's hands separated and dropped low to the table, his hands nervously fiddling with his rings. "I'm sure that your already well acquainted with my past or that you have pre-conceived notions about me but.. nothing in my life has been easy.. and that includes switching with you. I dont easily trust anything, or anyone so seeing how you acted last night.. made me realize that I want.. to try to make this work."

Flames of embarrassment licking up your body, first from your chest until the feeling infested up to your cheeks is how you first reacted to his words. Then it was shock that quickly numbed the feeling, like a acute natural anesthetic.. if only the feeling were stronger and could actually make you unconscious for whatever the fuck was occurring now. You licked your lips, completely uncertain of what you wanted to say but you started talking anyway.. letting the words find you as you went.

"I dont want to argue either, Michael. I never did to begin with.. and as much as I dont want too, I forgive you.. and hopefully you can forgive me too - along with Madison.. I'm sorry. I really, truly am and I hope you remember that from last night," as much you tried to sound confident in your words as you spoke, your voice unwillingly stumbled and wavered as your sentence drew on.

Your words came out quickly and unwillingly before you could even truly think them through logically.. Were you really apologizing to Michael, out of all people? The one person who had done so much fucking damage to you, and yet here you were - pathetically begging for his forgiveness. It was past heart-rending at this point; the feeling and realization of how much you yearned for Michael was hurting you, in every way imaginable. You had to remind yourself to not unconsciously hold your breath as you stared at him, but you only found kind - blue eyes staring back.

His lips slightly upturned at the corners, in a odd close mouthed smile. He made direct eye contact with you; Which at first you sheepishly tried to avoid but.. as much as you tried to avoid his eye contact, you surrendered and ultimately gave into it. After all; his eyes were fucking marvelous to look at - and what were you really trying to avoid anymore, after all?

"I remember every word you said (y/n), and I dont take what you said lightly.. I know you were telling the truth and that it wasnt easy to say.." His words drifted off almost unwillingly as he ultimately drew silent.

You watched as he hastily licked his lips nervously; and your stomach did another flip.

"But; if you were open to this.. I honestly want to get to know you and to try.. to atleast be civil. But you have to understand that.. I need your full transparency. I have to know that this is something your truly wanting to commit to because, i-"

Michael shifted and twitched in his chair, and wore a expression as if he was.. insecure.

Even though all you had heard about Michael in the past was complete rumors and you really had no solid grasp on what had happened in his past.. you felt an odd, wave of memories pass over you - but you were well aware that they didn't belong to you. These memories were accompanied by odd, foreign feelings. Ones that were stuck with you for only a split second but left you nearly in fucking tears. What the fuck was that? You met his gaze again, and it's like he fucking knew that you knew how he was planning to finish his incomplete sentence.

You bit your cheek to suppress the overflow of emotions you had just felt, and it was working for the time being but.. you figured that was just another distraction. Something else you to had to suppress and fight.

You first sat idle, your mouth incredibly dry and your throat painfully aching. Screaming for you to stop halting and just to fucking speak. You then realized that Michael didn't stop because he thought you were going to speak.. he purposefully cut himself off. There was something he was avoiding here but.. still expected you to know. Since Michael apparently was so focused on your apparent 'relationship' you figured it wouldn't hurt to start putting effort in and take initiative.. right?

"You dont have to say anything more, Michael. I get with.. what you've had to endure in your past on why you would be so guarded, even counting what I've done to you," you take a deep breath in "and, I dont know exactly how committed you want me to be but I know that at the very least that.. I'd like to get to know you too."

This was as far as flirty that you'd decide to be for the night. Even though Michael's guard was apparently as far gone as your current sanity; you decided that there was no way that you were going to be so carefree when it came to handing over your peace to him.

The time whilst you waited for Michael to react seemed to stretch impossibly long. The minutes feeled like long agonizing hours; your heart beating impossibly fast in tandem with every agonizing second that slipped away.. until he spoke, naturally.

"Are you sure you know what you're agreeing too?"

You didn't shy away from his gaze this time.

"The same could go for you," you challenged.

A sinister giggle escaped your lips, but Michael didn't back down. His blue eyes looked into yours in a way that spoke more words than he ever was capable of producing out loud. It proved that even now when he was attempting to be soft and civil with you, he was still trying to assert dominance. Fuck that.

"I think I'm more than capable of taking you on, (y/n)."

You scoffed.

"Okay, so.. what does this all mean? Like, what does this mean for us, Michael?" the words you spoke burned hot on your tongue with regret as soon as you said them.

"It doesn't mean anything except that I just.. would appreciate if I could see you.. regularly from now on."

His eyes held contact with yours.. It relaxed you a bit to notice how he looked as if he was holding his breath too. So, you weren't the only one that was nervous, right?

You breath haltered; he was still ignoring your question. What were you two? You knew that Michael's intentions with you were crystal clear - for the time being he seemed strict on his 'friends only' rule which.. of course couldn't really happen if Cordelia was expecting you to still carry out the plan that she had intended.. which she did. Certainly she did.

"Yeah well.. Cordelia-" your words fell flat and naturally died off on their own.

You had no idea why you even bothered to mention her name. You knew what you had to inevitably tell him eventually about Cordelia; but you knew now wasnt the time. It was too soon, you needed to wait until Michael got more comfterable with you before you exposed the coven.. and that's if you chose to do that.

"Look, I'm not stupid. It's obvious how strong your powers are.. and your still scared of Cordelia?" Michael looked at you now as if you were saying a joke.

A insult burned at the back of your throat. You tried your best to contain the fire you could feel, coercing you to open your mouth and to act on your immediate feelings rather than on logic.. but, to respect Michael and how vulnerable he had previously been with you - you held your tongue.

"Its not that I'm scared of Cordelia. I respect her and theres a difference. You have to understand where I stand between you and Cordelia, as well as the coven."

"You have no business being stuck in the middle though - which is why.. I have a solution," the left corner of Michael's lips upturned slightly.

Unconsciously you leaned forward in your chair.. a solution? You flinched as you saw Michael turn and pull something out of his jacket pocket; and suddenly threw it at you. A flash of silver caught the light as it passed through the air. It didn't take long for you to realize that he threw you a pair of keys. What?

"W-what is this?" Your voice shook as it raised to an higher octave.

"It's keys to an apartment. This will make things easier; in terms of us having access to eachother and it'll wean you off of having the covens support."

Your lips slowly turned into a frown, and your fingers nervously played with the keys as you put off having to look Michael in the eye.. it was clear to you now that even though Michael had been pretty open with you.. Michael was clearly misconstrued about your.. exact situation and with where you sat with the coven. He had no idea how involved you were, you could only guess.

However; your loyalty with the coven really had nothing to do with the fact you couldn't accept Michael giving you an entire fucking apartment.. There was no way you were going to let him hold this over your head, no fucking way.

You held the keys up and looked at them in a unsure manner before flinging them on the table in Michael's general direction. Ignoring the many dirty looks you got when the keys clashed loudly against the table.

"Even though I appreciate the gesture, theres no way I can accept that, Michael and you should know that."

"Your being stupid, I basically have all the money in the world at my disposable - at the tip of my fingers.. Take the apartment," the last three words sounded as if they were meant to be a threat.

His pronunciation on each last word was stern and final.

"I can't just move wherever you want me too; you realize I'm still a member of the coven, right? And if I just leave- it's going to look suspicious."

"Do you want to leave?"

Your breath came out as shaky when you exhaled. Now that was a good fucking question.

"I.. I mean maybe. Its been hard to live there to say the least recently and it would be nice to get away but I just.. I dont know if this is a good idea," your voice shook as you spoke.

This was the most candid you probably had ever been with Michael. Even when you were intoxicated, you made certain that every word that came out of your mouth around him was carefully planned and strategic.. but, just speaking and telling him what you were thinking right off the bat was a bit nerve wracking to say the least.

Your nails nervously dug into the skin of your palm as you waited for his reaction.

"What's holding you back?" You heard his voice ring out.

Your gaze fell down from his eyes back onto the silver keys that lied on the table. You couldn't help but to think - would it really be that bad just to take the apartment? If worse comes to worse you could always just move back to Robichaux's.. right? After all, it's not like Cordelia wouldn't approve - it was her idea for you to fucking seduce the dude in the first place. And Mallory would surely be understanding, if anything she would probably be excited. Fuck it.

"Yeah no, your right.. I'll do it."

You snatched the keys back from the table in an act of defiance - even though it really wasnt because once again, you were giving Michael what he wanted. Motherfucker.

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lissalizzie · 3 years

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Okay so a couple of days ago I made a post about how I couldn't write fanfics about Chishiya because I couldn't imagine him as a guy who would be in a romance without sacrificing his girlfriend for a card or visas, and some very cool person suggested me to write an angst...AND I DID ahahahaha.

Ookay, somethings you should know now: I'm Brazilian and I speak Portuguese, I learned English by myself and this is the first time I try writing anything in English so IM SORRY IF I MADE ANY MISTAKE

Second thing would be

THIS IS ANGST SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BAD OR UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DON'T READ IT

It also contains death, psychological manipulation and violence

Please dont romanticize it too, it's not a romance story, it's just the conditions I imagined for Chishiya to be involved with someone

Chishiya x Reader

You were hurt... So hurt you couldn't even begin to explain that feeling.

It was true You were somehow grateful because you were alive at least... Your friends couldn't say the same, and neither all those people you saw dying every fucking game. But you just couldn't... Not to think about how pointless was being alive and alone at that place... Alive, alone and fucking in love with a person who had an Ice cube in a shape of a card in the place of his heart.

You knew from day 1 when you met Chishiya and Kuina at the Beach, when that boy with the mysterious look came to you for the first time for "a talk" that nothing good could come from that. Nothing, except, maybe, for Kuina's friendship... She, who was the first person who notices the mess you was doing and tried to stop you... As the great blind stubborn you were, You just didn't listen at the time... You was at a fucking game world, playing for your life almost everyday, dealing with deaths and losing people... Missing the ones you loved the most, those ones you didn't even know if were or weren't alive... You could deal with a stuck up boy, because that's everything you thought he was... Your mistake... Well, You've recently discovered You're pretty damn good in making mistakes here.

Chishiya discovered yout feelings because at some point you couldn't manage to fight for your life and hide it... He noticed and started to be there for you after every game, specially the harder ones. He didnt talk anything, he just was there... He didnt touch you either, but he got to spend more and more time looking at you while you both were on bed... Those eyes, just as cold as him.

You didnt touch him, but you imagined he would be just as cold as that look... But you also believed he would be that deep... Like oceans. Chishiya was a grey ocean that you wanted so much, and every day more, to know...

You was so fragile, so fragile when he touched your skin for the first time, twice... The first time with his hands that wasn't cold at all which just made you want him nearer... The second time with the lips that came from your face to your mouth.

The boy must've planned that for weeks, you could see that now, in fact, now you understand that must be the reason why he looked so much at you. You was that school subject Chishiya probably didnt have any interest on but really had to study to pass the test... So he did... And you did...

And for the first time since you fell into that hell you felt alive, you felt like someone, just one person was there, and that Chishiya cared... And that he would do for you just as much that you would do for him.

You were so blind and in love... He started saying things about plans and you were so happy cause you thought that meant he trusted you... The first time he mentioned you on a plan you couldn't stop smiling, you were finally a part of someone's life there, it was like having a purpose again... And also being with him felt so much like action and... Not knowing about the next second because he was so... cloudy.

God, if only you could talk to yourself in the past, if only you have stopped for a second and gave that situation a better look... You felt so dumb now...

Well when he asked you to go to that place at night you... Just went, because you trusted him with your life by now. You knew somewhere deep in your heart that you shouldn't... Not just him but anyone... But it was a need, you were alone for a long time and then you found him... And then he started acting that way with you... He caught you out of guard...

It was silent, you didnt understand why you should be there, but the fact is that you were so afraid. Chishiya only said to be there and walk... It wasnt that much, but just as fast as you got there, you felt something on your back and then everything was dark.

When you woke up, you were in a room and Niragi, just with a couple of other important people -you just knew they were important because they were with the Hatter, the only one you could recognize besides Niragi because of the colors of his clothes.- You barely could see, actually, your eyes were still dealing with the lights.

- So that's the little bitch, huh? - You could listen to Hatter's voice. He came near of you and showed you a couple of cards. - Trying to steal from me ? You bastard really thought you could steal from me and just run away ?

You just didnt understand, you didnt had any card with you. You knew what happened to traitors and you always gave your cards to the beach just as you was told.

-B-But... I give my cards to you, I know I do. I'm not dumb

- Oh honey, dont play the stupid card. We found the cards with you, you were running away... You have many here... You haven't been to all this games lately, have you ? Have you been stealing from someone else, darling? - Hatter seemed to be genuinely angry and you were so afraid to say anything.

-I...

- Yes... - And you heard that familiar voice... That was Chishiya but you were hoping he would only come to help you... - My cards have been disappearing as I told you. I connected that it happened after every game I played with her after we became close... That's when I came to talk to you... - That was so much information you couldn't even handle. Chishiya betrayed you, lied about you and used you as his little toy just so he could... Distract people while he was doing whatever he was really planning and wasn't telling you... It was so clear... Oh God you felt so dumb and now it was like all your fights for being alive in that place had no value at all... Because you let yourself get caught by that stupid feeling...

Chishiya looked at you with the same cold eyes as always, no guilt... You wasn't expecting any, not after that.

- Well.. Death for the traitors, that's what you've been told - Hatter was just ready to give the orders to Niragi and you didnt really think you deserved to die by the hands of such a disgusting person

At that point you could only cry cause you knew it wasn't worth it to try arguing... Chishiya was too damn smart and there would be no evidence of mistakes if you knew him...

- She was stealing from me, right ? So I think I have the right to end this with my own hands? - Everyone got so surprised because Chishiya wasnt exactly the kind of guy who got involved with the dirty part of the job.

- Are you sure about this ? - Hatter never really doubted about Chishiya because he knew how much about himself he didnt show people... So Yes, killing someone because of a couple of cards didn't surprise him at all, maybe because he would do the same. - Whatever... Just be done with it by the morning... And dont even think about playing any kind of game Chishiya... You could be the next one.

Chishiya wasnt even listening. Niragi seemed literally so frustrated but, at some point, all people left.

Chishiya caught the gun that was above the table and came near you. You were crying silently but so hard... - What do you want? You wanna torture me now? Seeing me playing the stupid in love all this time wasnt enough for you? You want to literally kill me? How did you do that? - You were screaming, at that point you didnt care if someone would hear.

- You don't understand, right? - And then he showed a couple of cards, this time, one of each... Oh god... He literally used you to get Hatters's cards. - I'm sorry you made the wrong choices... But I needed to to this... I want to get out of here just as much as you... About the plan... You know I have access to the cards after the games... It's not that hard to steal the repeated ones, they don't pay that much attention on them... And also, just after I did it, I came to talk to Hatter about my card disappearing so the he wouldn't miss anything... It wasnt that har actually, it was just a distraction... But you know so much about me and my plans so I couldn't let you alone with Niragi or any of those people cause they're so dumb they might believe you and that's would be a problem for me... So

- You bastard, What do you think you are? God? You think you can just come and sacrifice people? - You wanted to beat him so hard it almost gave you the strength to break that stupid string around you. He just smiled that way you used to love but now make you nauseous.

- If I were god... I wouldn't allow people as easy to manipulate as you to live with the others, darling... Dont blame me for trusting the person everyone told you that shouldn't be trusted... Now... Let's get this done. - He pointed the gun at your forehead and you screamed as you closed your eyes.

- Please... Please Chishiya. I didnt mean anything for you at all?

- There's no meaning when there's no feeling, y/n... You're not in high school, you're playing for your life, and so am I... And you lost. I'm so sorry for you. - For the first time he seemed to be nervous but you couldn't see much anyway... He pulled the trigger... And then it was over.

#alice in borderland #chishiya #imagine #chishiya x reader

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k-laconia-bug1 · 3 years

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Celestial Wind

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Luz had screamed herself awake that morning. The entire owl house had heard her rushing in thinking she was being attacked.

Truth was it was a memory of hers

Her big sister Lucy had been murdered infront of her, the future version of sister was killed by future Rouge she doesn't remember ever being so angry and sad at the same time.

She remembers looking at Nastu she's never seen him like that either so scared for lucy future if she didn't already know that he loved that would have solidified it.

Eda was also concerned for along with King and Hooty with how many times she was screaming or crying herself awake. They had made her stay in bed for breakfast it wasnt until after bed she was aloud to get out.

Which was perfect timing as she was supposed to meet with Hunter today

When she had arrived in their usual meet up spot Hunter was already there

With a quirked eyebrow Hunter turned towards Luz "What took you so long your never late?" Luz blushed embarrassed "Eda made me stay in bed until after lunch i-uh had a bad dream.. I woke up screaming" Hunters eyes shine in concern "want to talk about it" Luz pauses for a few moments seeming to think about it 'Could she trust Hunter about Fairytail? About her real life? Well he hadn't sold her out to BBelios he seems to really care about her'

Luz smiled softly with a hint of sadness in her eyes "yeah I'd like that Hunter"

Hunter eyes had widen not expecting her to say yes but happy at the trust shown to him, he really cared for Luz. He patted the spot next to him when Luz sat down in the grass and waited for her to talk.

"It was less of a nightmare well It was but it was a memory" Hunter nodded showing he was listening

Luz scrunched her eyebrows

"One thing you should know I guess is well how do I put this? ... I don't come from the human realm? No wait I do.. just a different universe of it.." She spoke softly

Luz had turned towards Hunter to watch his expression

His eyes had shot up in surprise at the confession "Wait really I didn't even know something like that was possible!"

Luz smiled a bit brighter at Hunter "yeah it was called EarthLand there was magic there too but it was different.. Guilds were formed to protect those who couldn't protect themselfs"

Hunters looked curious but urged to her to get to what her nightmare was about

Luz looked down eyes filled with pain

"I had watched the future version of my older sister get killed infront of me"

Hunter eyes widen at the thought of Luz seeing something so brutal he wrapped his arms around her to comfort her

Luz smiles gratefully "it didn't help that there was a huge battle going on during it... Mavis... I miss my guild" Luz looks down at her right hand taking off the fingerless glove she wore

Hunter eyes followed her movement

"You have a tattoo?" Luz eyes widen

"What no it's my guild mark it was applied with a magic stamp by Mirajane! Lucy would kill me!!" Hunter was surprised at such a reaction from Luz

"Oh so like was proved your from a coven? And I assume Lucy is you sister?"

Luz blushed "yeah that's right"

"Is magic different there?" Hunter questions curious

Luz looked up in surprise

"Huh yeah it is quite a bit when I think about it!.... one key difference is that if you use the last bit of your magic you'll Crack like your glass and turned into seeable magic... Oh! And we don't have a magic sack attached to the heart with have containers within us 'Luz suddenly pales' and when someone with time typ magic.. she can open a second container with out training 10 out of 10 do not recommend that fudging hurt" By the end of her sentence she was glaring at the ground if looks could kill that flower would be dead

"How bad does it hurt?" Hunter asked nervous Luz stared him dead in the eye

"I'd rather do over 100 missions in one day nothing could ever hurt more my pain tolerance went screw you gramps for choosing me to compete at GMG!!"

Luz blushed hard in embarrassment

"Ahh sorry I guess I should tell you... I do have magic as you could guess after all I work at a magic guild!" By the end of her sentence she was smiling brightly

Hunter again surprised and intrigued asked "if there a certain kind of magic you spealize in?" Luz eyes brighten she jumped up "Yes! Infact..!" Luz closed her eyes and stretched her hand out and a key appeared in her hand she twisted as if opening a door "Open gate of Madien Virgo" suddenly a doorbell sound was heard and in a golden flash there was a women with short pink hair in a maid outfit infront of them "Punishment time princess?" The pink haired girl asked bowing Luz face turned a bright red "VIRGO" Luz let out a miserable sigh "no Virgo how man times do I have to say I'm never going to hurt you?" Virgo pouted and turned towards hunter her head tilts to the sized at Hunters jaw dropped expression "Princess? Who is this.. Virgo gained a smug smile Is he your Lover? Aquarius and Hime would be proud!" She finishes off with cheerful smile

Both Luz and Hunters Faces were red as Erza hair "F-Force closher!" Luz stuttered out after Virgo dissappear along with her key in her and her sister shared space pocket as much as she was grateful for the Celestial King blessing the Heartfilia siblings to share Celestial contracts it could get a bit tiring sometimes ..

Luz turned towards Hunter both of there faces still red "I shouldn't have summoned Virgo first but she's better then Loki or Taurus ehh then again like half our spirits are pervs " Luz face breaks out into a smile "oh I can show you Plue! And I show you star dress an a form of Celestial magic only known by the Heartfilia's!" Hunters blush had died down "star dress?.. Wait what do you mean by half your spirits are pervs!?"

Luz who purposely ignores him summons plue "pun punn puun pun!" Hunter stares at the snowman like thing that's shaking "oh really plue fairytail rebanded!!" Luz nearly yells in surprised but happy the snowman like creature shakes it head "oh right" Luz says as she remembers she needed to show him stardress "w-wait a minute" Luz cheeks flame up "what gate key do I use?"

"Luz why does it look like a snowman?"

Luz sweat drops "it's a dog.. now back to where I was.. oh right" she pulled out another key out of thin air expect she didn't turn the keys and summons a spirit like the past 2 times. "Star dress leo!" A flash of gold surrounded Luz and when it died down Luz was in formal attire wearing a fancy Black and gold strapless dress that had a slit all the way to her hip she wore grayish black thights underneath it a black ruffled choker and small black high heels and hair in a tight bun with a pink rose along with a tattoo mark appeared on her chest

Hunter was blushing at how beautiful Luz looked "uhh what does it do exactly"

Luz smiled devilishly "watch!" She walked towards the tree "star dressing allows me to Fight beside my spirits better! It gives me the ability to use there magic" Luz got in a fighting stance with a deep breath she yelled out "Reglus Impact!" As her fist made contact with the tree Hunters eyes widen as the tree expoled "your spirits are only as powerful as your magic! So the stronger you get the stronger they get!" Luz smiled "Leo or Loki as I said his name before is the leader of the Zodiac Spirits there golden gate keys his a fist to fist fighter"

Hunter still in shock "your world's magic is so different then ours" Luz blinks

"You don't think this is the only magic right on my world?" Hunter jaw drops

"There's more?!"

Luz giggles "yeah Me and my sister mainly use Celestial magic with Minor use of Requip magic" Hunter eyes gleam with awe "can you tell me more

Luz happy to have some one to talk to about her family agrees

"Let's see There's Nastu he has Fire dragon slayers magic he can replenish his magic stores by eating fire! He super strong to! He's also inlove with Lucy my sister

There Erza she has the most advanced forms of requip magic! You should see her!! She can bring out so many swords in under a second

Oh and Gray he has Ice make magic anything he has touched he can create with ice! And works just as well as what he touched! But he has a seriously bad stripping habit! He asked me for my underwear once! Lucy beat the crap out of him that day 'she grins' the boys say she was scarier the Erza that day

Of There's wendy to! She a sky dragon slayer! Her Element is good in both fighting and Healing! Truth be told Healing Magic been dieing out!

Oh and there's the exceeds to! There talking flying cats Happy and Carla they drag around their dragon slayer parent because a side affect of dragon slayer magic is motion sickness! And of course my older sister Lucy anything I can do she can do to! All of us together make team Natsu! The strongest team in fairytail!" Luz says proudly hugging plue close to her chest "punn pun" plue exclaimed

Hunter was in awe at the magic they have Luz had looked down at plue in thought before a giddy smile overtook her "Your right Plue he does have the Potential for Ethernanos Magic! Or right that's what we call our worlds Magic"

Hunter eyes turned hopeful and ready to cry he voice breaks as he speaks "re-ally?" Luz nods "yeah but be prepared it's tuff to gain access to it and you don't exactly chose your main magic"

Hunter giddy at thought of not having to rely on his staff "please teach me!"

Luz smiles softly "I will but not today we'll make a schedule ill consult capricorn for the best way to train you"

Luz breaking out in a yawn looks at Hunter "we should head back see as scheduled? I'll have everything ready by then" Hunter excited nods "same time" he confirms that night he could barley sleep

Over the course of next few weeks he was trained hard and he required alot of meditation but by the 2nd month he showed signs wind magic he was happy because Luz had told him that wind magic users had the potential for healing spells but only if they were strong enough that could also perform enchanting magic

By the 5th month mark Luz had told his progress at 2 years worth even though he just trained for 5 months she gave him braclet from Celestial spirit realm

When he hit 7 months Luz told the he was going if he ever met Wendy she wound most likely share healing spells that aren't connected directly to her sky dragon magic that had made his month he was really happy at the thought of being able to heal others

At 8 months Luz said he should just focus on expanding his magic storage which meant take it easy but not to easy she had said she would start to train with him after a week and if he thought

capricorn trained him hard he doesn't know what to call Luz's training he wanted to ask but he didn't

At month 10 he finally asked her why capricorn trained her so hard she told him it was because of the Heartfilia family Duty to the Celestial Realm the Heartfilia bloodline was practically royalty to the Celestial Realm that being the reason they were Givin the title of princess, Hime, etc Heartfilia were the Gaurdains of the Celestial Realm and its not a stretch to call them the princesses of the realm if a Celestial Spirit was ever being mistreated by there summoner it was the Heartfilia's duty to take care of it. She had also made the comment of him making 5 years worth of progress no doubt that was due to capricorn being a drill Sargent

It was a full year before Luz sat him down to tell him what his power level was capable of here that technically he was stronger then his Uncle now that when he was just at month 2 his magic pressure could have defeated belios that team Nastu was quite famous for being destructive during missions people thought it was because of them not watching where there spells go but it was actually of there mp and that through Virgo her sister asked Wendy for some low level healing spells that he could learn she had also Givin him a bracelet that if he sent magic to jewel in it that it would notify her that he's in trouble

It was 5 months after that she sat him down again and gave the ins and outs of magic it was a week after that they had confessed there feelings for each other

At a year and half Luz told Hunter that if he wants he could become a fairytail member she told him stories of fairytail

She told him how one person tears were everyone's tears and how no one cares about members past just who they are now. That month she told him everything about the Heartfilia horizon about her father about being frozen in time for 7 years about the eclipse gate and what happened to the Celestial Realm right after about the Anima.. she told him everything she also told him about one magic.. and how it was only accessible through certain circumstances she told him one magic was basically the purest form of love the knowledge and power of one magic was to Heartfilia line

She also said her sister could use it because of Natsu and that Luz herself can use it Because of him basically she just gave him the biggest I love you ever and that made him feel so loved to know that

When it came time to finish the portal to back home to earthland she had told everyone of her real origin with hunter by her side

And with the help of the Celestial Spirit King who by the scares the crap out Hunter Luz how can you call that man Stache face? To his face! Created a portal in the use of jewelry Givin to everyone Luz and hunter cares for

#luz #luz noceda #hunter x luz #huntluz #luz x hunter #lucy heartifilla #lunter #Virgo #capricorn #plue #training #lucy and Luz are siblings #celestial magic #wind magic

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yeah-just-ignore-me-thanks · 4 years

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Wow, I love unlocking trauma I forgot:

- my mum constantly threatening to commit suicide and telling me that it would be my fault

- my parents telling me all about how we couldn't afford our bills (even though we most definitely could) and how this was all my fault for being so selfish for constantly asking for new things (I didnt ask, they got them without asking and got mad if I wasnt grateful)

- one time I tried to goad my mum into stabbing me with a kitchen knife because I wanted to die so badly but didnt know how to do it myself...because I was about 6 at the time

- my mum grabbing my thighs in the car on the way home from swimming practice because I didnt do good enough...gripping them tightly enough that they were constantly bruised, scratched and bleeding

- my mum getting mad because I sprained my ankle so badly I couldn't walk...then made me tell people I tore the ligament (and deluded herself into thinking that this was what happened)...then took away my crutches after 3 days even though I could still barely walk

- whilst I did have my crutches I also had to walk home (about a mile and going uphill at some points) even though my mum was at home and had a working car, purely because she couldn't be bothered with the 5 minute drive to school to pick me up

- telling my mum about a minor argument I had with a friend and her responding by systematically going through each point of the argument and telling me exactly how it each part was my fault until I cried...then got mad at me for crying...I was 8...I never went to her with a problem again

- me being the one who had to clean out the cages of my brothers Guinea pigs...guinea pigs who I didnt choose, name or get to play with, only clean out and feed

- when I took paracetamol for a headache I was accused of being addicted to drugs...I was 11 and could barely reach the medicine cabinet without a stool

- when I took my dogs out for a half hour walk every night I was accused of being, and was punished for, using those walks to smoke, drink and take drugs...I was a 14 year old straight A student who to this day has never taken drugs, smoked a cigarette and dislikes drinking

- when I was doing my first lot of exams my mum used to beat me in the kitchen when I didnt understand course content...to this day she still berates me for not 'trying hard enough' even though I only got a single B grade in all my exams in a subject I couldn't understand...she still takes full credit for this success though

- it was during this time that I began to self harm...I would gouge and scratch the back of my hand and my forearm and I still have scars

- when I found out I had a skin condition that meant I was literally allergic to water (after I had been getting out of swim training for months in tears because I was in so much pain) I was told that i had to suck it up and my mum (who was a coach) refused to let me leave sessions early even though I was in pain to the extent that I would be swimming and sobbing at the same time

- my mum getting drunk at a musical and loudly talling throughout the whole thing...she got mad when I tried to hush her and i ended up crying the whole way home

- I'm only allowed to tell my family one 'fact' a day, and I'm constantly mocked for knowing these weird facts that nobody cares about

- my parents having huge arguments that lasted for days and that my brother and I were forced to pick sides in...both parents telling us that the other was an abusive piece of shit with mental problems

- me telling my dad that I was scared to be left alone in the house with my mum...he told her this and I got beaten even worse the next day...I was 5 or 6

- not being allowed to close the door to my room until last year...and even then, only when I was getting changed

- not being allowed to stay upstairs or in my room for any extended period of time...I always had to be with my parents who constantly mocked and berated me

- being banned from books and television for weeks at a time and if I was found reading anything during that time then the book would be destroyed and thrown away...as someone who possibly has ADHD and autism being forced to sit completely still, not talking and not allowed to do anything was torture

- my parents making me think I lost my phone when in reality they just took it...they beat me and told me off for 'losing' my phone for 2 months before they finally gave it back

- almost developing an eating disorder when I was 13 and still a size 4 (in UK sizing which is a size 0 in the US) because my mum told me I was getting fat and I still have body dysmorphia because of this

- my mum getting mad at me and not speaking to me for days because I was at a family function (with my dads side of the family who dont like her) and didnt text her often enough because I was busy playing with my cousins

Theres so much more that I cant remember but holy shit I need so much therapy when I move out and can finally get it without worrying about my parents reaction.

#trauma #child abuse #toxic parents #toxic family #toxic mom #narcissistic mom #raised by narcissists #abuse

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snexy-the-snail · 5 years

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Sweet Angel of Mine

((Oml I thought I would never finish this >-

Crowley never understood his Angel’s fascination with eating they didn’t need to eat so why did Aziraphale constantly eat? It got on his nerves almost as much ad when his angel decided to be nice to his plants, everyone knew plants grew better when being told they couldn’t!

It was morning and they were sitting inside Aziraphale bookstore, the angel having tea with some biscuits on the side, not his usual breakfast, it was strange he swapped them out some times. Then again it was Monday his biscuits and jam rotation with a nice Herbal tea. The silence grated at his nerves until he decided to speak.

“Why are you eating angel, we don’t need to cramp that crap into our bodies.” Crowely demands tapping the table. He scowls slightly when he wasn’t answered straight away. He wasn’t patient when it came to getting the information that was for sure.

“Oh! I didn’t know that’s what was bothering you.” Aziraphale says with a small laugh. Of course the angel knew his feelings, they had known each other since the birth of the world.

“I just like the taste that’s all.”

That was it. That was the only reason Aziraphale insisted on getting tea cakes whenever they went by a shop? Because he simply just liked the bloody taste?! He grits his teeth the tapping increasing to keep up with his rising temper.

“I’m calling horse crap, that mush can’t be that good.” He says flatly. He scoffs at the idea of any human food having taste at all. It was something his angel was passionate about however…perhaps he could use this to his advantage.

“It is! Each item has a taste that is quite pleasant.” Aziraphale says. He looked mildly offended at the accusation of his beloved snacks being called ‘mush’. His frown deepens when Crowely snorts dramatically leaning forward in his chair. He knew that lean, that was the 'I have a bet to make.’ Pose.

“You (I) have a bet to propose to me (you).” They both say in perfect sync, Aziraphale giving a little sigh before sipping his tea. He knew this demon inside and out.

“If I lose I’ll eat something, if you lose I get to take your rose bush.” Crowley declares. The risks for both of them weren’t horrible so of course his angel would agree. Now all that was left was what the bet was and his plan would be set in motion. His angel had no idea of the storm that was coming.

Aziraphale stirred his tea with a slight smile. He knew this game, Crowely would set the boundaries and he would choose what the bet, it was only fair after all.

“Alright you’ve got yourself a bet.” He muses softly. He would choose something that was hard for the demon but not overall impossible for the demon.

“And what is the bet my dear angel?” Crowely pracially purrs back to him leaning in closer. A tactic to make him slip up of course, he wouldnt fall for it, not this time.

“Why to be kind and friendly for a whole four hours my dear friend.” He replied innocently. The look of disgust on Crowley’s face was beautiful, despite having faith in his friend he knew he would be winning this bet. His rose bush was safe from verbal abuse for another day.

“You’re on angel.” Crowley says glancing at the clock trying not to show his displeasure. He could at least make an attempt, Aziraphale rose bush was quite a catch.

Crowely wasn’t sure if Aziraphale was a demon in disguise or not. The angel had dragged him out of the store to go to the park where there were thousands of people milling about. He had almost made the four hours until some idiot of a man decided to mock them for walking together in the park. The man went home with a bloodied face and his honor ripped to shreds. He was almost relieved to be back in that musty old bookstore.

“You did that on purpose.” Crowely grumbles all but collapsing into a chair. Being nice was utterly exhausting. The amount of entitled screaming brats he had to deal with was maddening as well.

“Perhaps I did, now dear what will you be enjoying today?” Aziraphale asks cheerfully. God it was like that angel hadn’t just dragged him through hell on earth.

“Well I did have something specific in mind.” He muses. He grins slightly at the surprised look on his Angel’s face. All the bet entailed was that had had to eat something, or perhaps someone would be more accurate~

“Oh? What is it, we might have the ingredients to make it!” Aziraphale says pleased that his friend had at least something in mind that he wanted to have. He felt a bit bad he hadn’t noticed what the demon had his eyes on but figured it had only been a brief moment.

He was mildly shocked when Crowely leaned in with a wide grin then proceeded to boop his nose. He had no idea what his friend was doing at all.

“Why it’s you my sweet little angel.”

Oh dear. Well at least he knew why Crowely had been so insistent on making the bet suddenly.

“O-oh, that’s not technically-” he trails off very flustered. He had no idea the demon wanted to eat him, it was quite strange but who was he to judge.

“Oh hush and condense your form angel.” Crowely says waving his hand dismissively. He wondered how the angel would taste, Aziraphale had told him he tasted like something roasting with a hint of herbs. A strangely delicious combination but who was he to complain.

He grins to himself when Aziraphale obeyed and started forcing his form down to a manageable height. “Honestly, Angel I was expecting more of a fight.” He scolds playfully.

His grin widens at Aziraphale offended look, waiting until his angel was going to speak to scoop him up.

“Well what’s the p-oooooint- you’re quite an arse.”

The look of brief panic did make him feel a bit guilty but it had been absolutely hilarious. He wouldn’t hurt his angel on purpose after all. He snickered and just brought Aziraphale up to his face.

He could feel every shift his angel made, getting more comfortable it looked like, however it was obvious that Aziraphale was nervous. Why shouldn’t he be? This wasn’t exactly the most natural thing even amongst their own kind.

“You’ll be alright, I won’t bite.” Crowely promises. He opens his mouth wide and tilts his hand forward, the strange feeling of little feet slipping down farthing into his mouth. He was a bit giddy on what the angel would taste like truthfully.

“I know you won’t, you’re very gentle.” Aziraphale says calmly. He wasnt too nervous, this was his friend after all, crowley had saved him more times than he cared to count. He chuckles softly at the short huff Crowely gave. It was a strange feeling to be in someone’s mouth, everything was slick and rather warm and yes very humid.

He shudders slightly as he was shifted more to the center, the slick muscle keeping him from Crowley’s fangs. The area when dark with a quite click, that’s when the gentle movements started up. He was pushed around Crowely’s mouth, saliva soaking through his clothing in seconds. It was going on for more than necessary, and with a shock Aziraphale realized he was being tasted.

“Are you savoring me?” He squeaks out, everything going still. He wondered if Crowely was flustered at being caught, he didn’t have long to ponder before the demon swallowed hard. His legs being pulled down by the tight muscles.

“Aw don’t be shy love.” He says teasingly, his cheeks a bright red. He chuckles sheepishly as his demon swallowed again being pulled down easily by gravity. He shudders slightly squirming a bit at the tightness, the muscles pulling him down with ease.

It wasn’t long after passing a heart beat that he was squeezed into the demon’s stomach. It was warmer than any human’s stomach would be and the pattern was dark like a faded galaxy. There weren’t many colors in fact all of them were faint and faded, a painful memory that Crowely had fallen.

He sighs softly and shifts a bit attempting to keep his balance as he moved more to a stomach wall.

“Are you alright my angel?”

Crowely’s voice came from all sides just like the first day of creation. They were everything and nothing until humans came, then they took shape but before that..they were breathtaking.

“Fine my dear, a bit wet but it’s to be expected.” Aziraphale responds giving the flesh in front of him a fond pat. He smiles at the small chuckle Crowely tried to hide. Quite frankly it was hard to hide something like that when one was so close but he decided to leave it for now.

“So how long should I expect being tucked away like this?” He asked curiously. He truthfully didnt mind, it was a comforting welcome from the noisy outside world.

“As long as I see fit.” Crowely responds back. Aziraphale knew it would be a while knowing the demon. He supposed he should’ve just let his rose bush go, despite his strange tactics the flowers grew beautifully. He could handle being stashed away for a while.

“Fair enough, but please remember my cakes are coming at ten.” He says with a small sigh. He stretches out getting comfortable as soft flesh rippled around his small form, pushing and kneading at him.

“I’ll get your cakes you prissy.”

All was well in the little bookshop. Both cosmetic beings were content, however the roles would be reversing soon again. It was certainly a fun little experiment.

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ParaIIProbably Think This Song Is About you|| Samcedes

Tagging—> Sam Evans and Mercedes Jones

When: 11:30 pm August 6,2019

Where: New York

General notes: Sam goes out with a friend from work for a good time, only to bump into Mercedes. OOC: Enjoy Guys!

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Sam: didn’t know how he allowed his friends from work to talk him into staying him later then he wanted to be. But yet here he was being dragged into a lounge where every where can listen to music and just relax. Don’t get Sam wrong he loved music and he loved going out and having fun. But for the past few months all he has been doing is working his ass off and going home to bed, and he was starting to love his routine. Sure his routine was something an old man would do. But Sam didn’t care, all he wanted was his bed. Sam was brought out of his thoughts by a strong around wrapping around him. come on old man” said his very good friend Darren, leading Sam into the building “You’re gonna like it.” He chuckled at the pouting Sam was doing. “If I don’t you owe me” Sam Warned. Darren playfully rolled his eyes “Don’t be a little bitch Evans.. you’ll love it” he assured Sam, walking them to the table to sit down.

Mercedes: sat in the back of the bar, practicing her preshow routine. It was the same thing every night. She had a beer, laughed with her pianist Bree and practiced vocal stretches with her guitarist Garrett. When she first started doing this, she was beyond nervous. She’d never thought of actually singing for a living but here she was, doing it. Sure, the pay was awful but she had a bit of savings to live off of and she would do this every day even if she got paid pennies. One of the stage hands came back to let them know it was almost time to start and she put her beer on the table before fluffing her hair. “You look good Mama. No need to primp it up,” Garrett winked, his southern drawl coming out. She patted his shoulder and smiled. “Thank you…. oh and I was thinking, we should play the new song second…” He raised an eyebrow. “You ready for that for sure?” She nodded. “Yeah. I mean it’s raw and real and if we start with any of the crowd pleasers, I’ll lose my nerve and never share it with anyone besides you.” He smiled and bobbed his head before leading his way out to the stage. It was surreal, the same thing every night. She could hear the sounds of people as they announced that they were coming out to play. She inhaled deeply and came out on stage to loud cheers. “Now that’s what I wanna hear,” she spoke into the mic. Normally she’d build up the crowd but instead wanted to reel them in first. She nodded to the band and they started to play their first song. It was upbeat and happy. Something that Mercedes had played dozens of times in dozens of cities. It made the people stand up and dance and laugh. It got them invested before she hit them with her next song.

Sam: sighed as he sat down in the chair next to his friend. He looked around the room, seeing how crowded the place was. He was thinking maybe if he would just make up some excuse to leave he could make a run for afterwards. “Hey you know what? I-“ he tried to say but got interrupted by Darren “Uoire not getting out of this Evans” he said Darren, shaking his head “listen.. I get it.. you don’t like going out.. but man you haven’t been out like this in forever..You’re 29 Sam! Not 70.. I mean shit… my grandfather is 80 and still goes to strip clubs every Friday night” he said waving down a waiter. Sam whined dramatically, but quickly raised his head up “They let her out of the nursing him late at night.” He asked. Darren chuckled “nahhh he breaks out.. with my help of course..”he grinned, telling the waiter he wanted two cokes. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at his friend. Even though he was annoyed at Darren at this point he was truly grateful that he wanted out of his way to spend some time with him. It had been forever since he has spent time with anyone. That it felt good to be around humans that he didn’t see outside of work. He looked at the stage as the person walked to the mic to introduce the singer that was about to come out. Sam was praying to god that this person could sing, otherwise he was gonna run out of here and never look back. He grabbed his drink, rising the glass up to get a sip of it, but only ending up choking a bit as soon as he heard a familiar voice “it can’t be” he muttered, looking up to see Mercedes standing on the stage singing. He felt Darren patting him on the back “Evans?! You good?!” He asked in concerned. Sam didn’t say anything, all he could do was sit there and stare in shock.

Mercedes: wrapped up the last of the first song and reached behind her to take a sip of the water she had on stage. She cleared her throat and nodded to Garrett confidently. “For those of you that dont know me, these are my old stomping grounds,” she smiled. “I know, a singer that lived in New York, shocker but I chose to leave about a year and a half ago because I made some monumental mistakes. And yeah it was because of a man,” she laughed. “I wrote this in the midst of all of these crazy feelings of guilt and I hope you like it.” She took a step back as the piano started and pulled the mic towards her as she started to sing. "I’m lost, is it really even my fault? I don’t think that it’s supposed to be hard. If it’s really meant to be. So give me a sign….Is he always gonna be mine? Have I given it enough of my time? You cannot blame if it don’t mean nothing.” The tempo picked up and while she’d sung this song multiple times with the band and she thought she got all of her emotions out, it was still hard. It was raw and it reminded her that a year ago she was broken because she let a man change who she was because she loved him. “ Sweet, sweet fate. I had about all I can take. Am I living in the bed that I made. Is it yours? I wonder. Sweet, sweet fate. Oh if it’s really out of my hands. Can you forgive all of my sins? Have mercy on me.” She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, wondering if the bright lights were playing tricks on her. She wasnt sure if it was the beer or what but it almost seemed like Sam was sitting in the audience as she sang. She shook off the feeling and kept going.

Sam: quickly put his glass down, catching his breath “yeah I’m good.. just went down the wrong way” he assured his friend. He watched silently while Meecede sing without a care in the world. He couldn’t help but smile as he finally came down from the shock of seeing her. He knew just from the letter that she finally found some peace. But seeing her on stage singing with a smile on her face only clarified that she was in a good place. He looked around to see people dancing around and having a good time as they listen to her sing. Even Darren was trying two step to the beat. He took another sip of his drank, putting his attention back to Mercedes when she started to speak. Darren shifted in his seat “she is really good,” he said as he sat back in his seat. Sam smiled and nodded his head “Yeah.. she is.. in fa-“ he went to say but stopped mid sentence hearing Mercedes words. Even though Sam knew he was the reason she left New York, hearing it from her mouth made he wince a little. He never wanted to be a reason for her to leave and in some ways he kept telling himself that she left for other reasons as well. But he knew he was only lying to himself. He sat there quietly as she began to sing her next song, listening and I every single word that was coming out of her mouth. This wasn’t the first time that Sam has ever heard Mercedes sing. But for the first time in a long time it was as if her voice sounded different. You could hear the hurt and the pain just from the words alone. But it was also written all over her face. Sam knew that their actions wasn’t all on him. But he couldn’t help but think that if he was honest in the first place and not allow other people in his head. Neither one of them would have been through some much drama and pain, especially Mila. His eyes connected with hers and he thought for sure she saw him. But the way she shifted to the other side of the stage as she sings, she didn’t. He glanced at Darren who was rocking back and forth almost in tears. Sam played with his fingers, hanging on to every single word she was singing.

Mercedes: closed her eyes and hummed gently into the mic. “How come, when I’m lookin’ at everyone. They get away with havin’ little fun? I’m paying these dues when they don’t mean nothing,” she took a step back and sang along as Garrett came in with the background vocals. “Sweet, sweet fate I had about all I can take, am I living in the bed that I made. Is it yours I wonder?” The music got louder and louder and she got more and more lost in it. In the way she felt when she wrote this song. In the guilt that ate her up for so long after the wedding. It was like this was the only way she was able to let it go and learn from her mistakes. She hated what she did to Mila and how she hurt her but if it weren’t for the mistakes she made, she wouldn’t have this song and feel this moment. Not only was it her truth but it showed off her vocals, something she wasn’t able to do often. She finished the song with a high note and slowly let it leave her lips like a whisper in the dark. She felt chills down her spine, the same adrenaline rush she got every time she performed, and finally opened her eyes when the piano stopped playing. Her heart pounded despite how slow the song was but it was like she’d bared her soul to strangers. The applause that replaced the silence was deafening and she could do nothing but bow and smile with humility. “Thank you,” she said into the mic, realizing she needed a break. There was only so much revealing she could do on stage without a moment to collect her thoughts. She nodded to Garrett and he started to play something fast and distracting as she went off the stage and down the steps towards the bar for a drink. “Hey can I get a rum and coke,” she asked, sliding cash across the bar to the bartender and waiting for him to make her drink while she ran a hand through her thick curls.

Sam: continue to sit there in silence as he watched Mercedes give her all into her song. And honestly he was amazed at how raw and uncensored she was. But he knew that song was reminded of what had happened with them and Mila. He then understand how Mercedes was able to let go of everything that has happened. It was like she was singing the guilt was melting off of her and he even though everything was replaying in the back of his head. Which was marking him on edge of bit. He was happy that she was able to find peace of mind, especially in the one that he knew she loved so dearly and that was music. He sadly smiled as Mercedes hit the high note, hearing people clapping and praising loudly in his ear. “Damn” chuckled his friend Darren. They both stood up and clapped their hands, watching Mercedes quickly leave the stage. Sam sat back down, wanting to go at least say hi. But he wasn’t sure if now was the time. Darren finished his drink and laughed “Wow she was so good! I bet you’re glad that you came huh?!” He said playing poking Sam causing him to chuckle. “Alright! alright.. I’m glad I came.. especially now..” he said looking toward Mercedes way. Darren kept looking between Sam and Mercedes who was sitting at the bar “Evans.. listen.. there’s no way you can get a girl like that.. she’s too much for you..” he teased. Sam playfully rolled his eyes “For your information.. I know her.. “ he confessed “She’s the one I was telling you about..” he said softly. Darren eyes got big “Wait.. that’s her.. You let HER go?” He laughed shaking his head “You white boys are really stupid” he said earning a look from Sam.. “Sorry boss” he shrugged. Darren knew how guilty felt about everything that had happened between Sam and his exes. Every time Darren would ask about Sam’s friends every conversation has ended up with Sam talking about Mercedes. “Go talk to her” he said finally ending the long silences. Sam quickly shook his head “No.. I couldn’t.. she wouldn’t want to see me” he assured his friend. Darren rolled eyes ass and sighed “Sam.. you told me about the letter she wrote you. Obviously she is in a better place…go talk to her. What’s the worst that can happen” he said getting up to pull Sam out of his chair. Sam wine, getting out of his chair “Well she could throw her drink in my face.. or cut me” he rushed out, feeling Darren pushing him toward the bar. “Stop being a pussy Sam… being a coward is what got here in the first place,” he stated. Sam wanted to argue but he knew Darren was right. He walked slowly to the bar, praying that this would go well. The last thing he wants is for her to freak out and kick him. He fixed his jack, trying to wipe the sweat off his hands, clearing his throat once he got behind her “H-Hi” he greeted nervously.

Mercedes: finally got her drink and smiled at the bartender before taking a sip of the drink. She was barely able to swallow before she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned around and froze, her heart leaping into her throat and her stomach flipping. So she wasnt seeing things up on that stage. It was Sam she saw. But she wasnt sure how? She was playing at a dive bar in the Bronx. This wasnt his side of town exactly. Either way, she wasnt ready to see him, at least she thought so. She’d written the letter and thought she’d never see him again and yet here he was, standing in front of her. She wasnt sure what she should say or if she should say anything but all she could do was look at him. He looked tired, like he hadnt gotten a good night sleep in so long. She felt bad for him. She finally opened her mouth to speak but her words muffled away the minute Garrett bum rushed her with compliments. “Mama you were so good!” he applauded, kissing her cheek multiple times. “I mean when you showed me that song I thought it was good but that was something else!” Mercedes smiled and turned back to Sam. “Garrett, this is Sam,” she finally spoke, her voice sounding foreign. Garrett turned towards the other man and cleared his throat. “Sam? As in Sam Sam?” he asked. Mercedes nodded. “I only know one Sam.” Garrett extended his hand forward. “Nice to meet you Sam. One, you’re a royal jack ass, and two, thank you. If it werent for you, Mercedes here wouldnt be writing those damn good songs,” he said, his twang coming out even more now. “You wanna talk to him Mama or do you want me to make him leave?” She contemplated his words for a moment before shaking his head. “No… It’s okay Garrett um… can you give us a second?” Garrett nodded and walked away, his eyes never leaving Sam. Mercedes placed her drink down. “Sorry about Garrett he’s… protective.” She exhaled slowly and shook her head. “What are you doing here Sam?”

Sam: took a breath as Mercedes turned to face with shock written all over her face. If he was honest, he was scared out of his mine to even be in front of her. He knew that she had forgiven him, but that didn’t mean she was ready to face him. He walked a little closer toward her, but stopped when Garrett rushed in to praise her. He smiled nervously when Mercedes introduced him, Sam could tell just from their interaction that Garrett was protective of Mercedes, as he should be. He reached out to shake the man, trying not to react to his comments. Sam was about to speak but stopped when Garrett offered to kick him out. He looked between them, thinking maybe he should just leave. It was obvious this was awkward and she didn’t seem like she was ready to talk to him “I can-“ he tried to say,’only for Mercedes Chim in. Sam followed Garrett’s eyes until he finally turn to look straight. “wow and I thought Charice eyes were scary” he chuckled lightly, seeing that Mercedes wasn’t laughing “sorry..” he said clearing his throat “Listen.. I didn’t want to be here.. I sort of got kidnapped” he said glancing over at Darren who had a goofy look on his face. He shook his head turning back to Mercedes. He always thought about what he would say if he ever say her again. And a million and one things came to mind. But now that she is really in front of him. He had no idea what to say. “Wow.. I really don’t know what to say right now.. but just hi..” he scoffed at himself “I didn’t want to bother you-“ he trailed off nervously “I guess I just wanted to see you close up.. I was so surprised to you on stage and I just wanted to see if this was real.. “

Mercedes: tucked a stray curl behind her ear and looked down at her feet bashfully. “I’m real,” she whispered, looking back up to meet his eyes. She nearly got lost in them but made sure to break eye contact. “I um… I wrote you a letter.. did you get it?” she asked.

Sam: couldn’t help but smile softly when she looked down at the ground. Even though things between would never be like it used to be and he has learned to accept it. She still had her way to get him to smile at the littlest things. He nodded and chuckled, “You are.. beautiful smile and all” he said softly. He locked eyes with her for a second, reminding himself not to stare for too long. “O-oh Yeah… I got it.. um thank you for writing me.. you didn’t have to..I’m the last person you should write.. but I’m grateful you did”

Mercedes: shook her head. “Dont do that. Dont talk about yourself like you dont deserve good things. I didnt write you for the hell of it. I wrote you to release you and in a way me from all the crap that happened before. I wrote because loving you and hating you at the same time was killing me. And I wanted be free to live and love again and not feel like I had a Sam sized cloud over me all the time. And I wanted that freedom for you too.”

Sam: bit his bottom lip and shook his head “Listen.. I have done some things that I’m not proud of.. and I know that I can get pass it. But it’s just gonna take some time.. but thanks to your letter.. I finally can.. doesn’t mean I’m not gonna still feel some kind of guilt about everything.. “ he said honestly. He could tell how different, she was happy and she was free of everything that had happened and Sam was happy for her. He nodded his head gently as she explained why she wrote the song, thinking about how she was right. When it came to them, they loved each other hard to the point that it was taken over their lives and it was becoming toxic for the both of them “I understand.. I didn’t know I could love someone to the point that it was hurtful.. for not just you or me.. but everyone around us.. “ he pointed out. If Sam was honest it was hard to think about having to live without Mercedes and not having her beside him. But over time, he had time to think about how they got to the place they were in and he realized that it was time to let her go and move on. “But I’m finally realizing that I can still love you.. but as far as us being together it’s just not meant to be and for the first time.. I’m actually okay with it….I mean seeing you so happy and that is all I ever wanted you to feel…” he smiled brightly.

Mercedes: smiled gently and nodded her head. “Thank you. And I want the same thing for you. I always have even when I didnt think I did…” she trailed off, not sure if she should say the next thing she wanted to say. “Sam… you look tired. I know we arent close anymore and I dont even know if friends are what we should be but you can talk to me about whatever is going on right now.”

Sam: chuckled lightly “thanks.. I’ll be okay.. it’s just gonna take me a minute.. but believe it or not.. I am happy.. I just need to remind myself to be happy” he said softly. Sam smile melted away at her question, if he was honestly he didn’t really think people can notice just how tired he was. But then again this was Mercedes, she could always read him like a book. And even though they haven’t seen each other over a year, she still had that super hero power. “He walked over to the bar to sit down, letting out a long sigh “I-I’m” he said shaking his head “I’m exhausted…I’m still at my dad’s company.. I’m trying to get out of my contract.. but.. Mr. Wong.. won’t let me go..he is even t-“ he trailed off “Its nothing Shortie..it’s nothing that I can’t fix.”he assured her.

Mercedes: took a seat next to him and shook her head. “Sam, in every moment, you get to choose what your future will look like,” she smiled. “You hate that company. I can see how much you hate it and how it makes you feel like you’re becoming your dad. But you’re not him. You never have been.” She sighed, sitting up straight. “You want my advice? Sell the goddamn company. Screw Mr. Wong. If he threatens you, use that smart head of yours that keeps that company running to bury him. You have a choice. You’ve always had a choice. Choose you this time.”

Sam: wanted to believe that he could fix this without getting him or anyone hurt. But right now he couldn’t see it. “I knows But Mr.Wong could take everything that I have worked hard for away.” He said softly. He sat there quietly thinking about every word Mercedes was saying and he knew she was right. He was miserable and if he was honest Mr.Wong couldn’t hurt him anymore then he already has. “I wish it was that simple.. but everyone in the business world is scared of him… But.. I really need to get out of this company.. it’s driving me nuts.. and I’m losing time with Allison as is.. she is always with Marley or Charice now.” He said softly, glancing at her. He wanted to reach out and grab her hand, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment “Thank you..”

Mercedes: shook her head. “You’re not scared of anything. You fight for what you love, to hell with anything else. If this company is taking you away from Allison, let it go.” She frowned a bit when he mentioned Charice and sat up straight in her seat. “H-how is Charice? I wrote her a letter and she sent it back to me…”

Sam: nodded his head at her kind words. She always did have the right words to say. “You’re right.. I’m gonna work something out.. I lost people that I didn’t expect to lose..I refuse to lose Allison too.” He said noticing the change of Mercedes body language when he mentioned Charice. He sighed softly “Other then working and chasing after the kids.. she seems to be doing great.. But I know she misses you..”

Mercedes: scoffed. “She doesnt miss me… I knew that when I left I’d hurt people and I knew it would take a lot for them to forgive me but I have no doubt in my mind that she might never forgive me.”

Sam: shook his head “Listen.. sure she is mad.. but she does miss you.. you know Charice she will let you know all about how pissed off at you.. but then she’ll let you know that she missed you.. well at least in her own way.” He said with sighed. He hated how their actions caused them so much trouble with their friends. Especially since they just got to the point where they were connected again “They will all come around.. I know they will forgive you.. besides they know none of that would have happened if it wasn’t for me. I mean the only reason why Charice and Brittany even talk to me is because of Allison..” he shrugged sadly “But listen.. just give them time. They’ll forgive you. They love you too much to stay mad for too long”

Mercedes: didnt have much hope in what Sam was saying but she didnt want to let him know that. She knew when Charice was mad and even when Brittany was mad but there was radio silence on both of their ends. She knew she’d really messed up and she was just going to have to live with that. She nodded her head and looked over to the stage as Garrett nodded her back over. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta get back to the show. You should stick around though,” she smiled, placing her drink down and turning to Sam one last time. “It was really nice to see you again. I mean it. I hope…” she didnt know what she hoped for. She knew their friendship would never be the same the way it used to be before but she also didnt want to lose him completely. “I hope we can keep in touch,” she settled on with a smile before patting his shoulder. “Bye Sam.

Sam: could tell that she was still worried about Charice still being upset with her. He wished that he could ease her mind better. But couldn’t. Especially since everyone was still pissed off at him and only spoke to him when it had to do with her father and Allison. Which he didn’t blame them. He just truly missed them and wish that things could go back to the way things were. He nodded his head as she told him that she has to leave, getting up with her. “No it’s okay.” He assured with a smile “same here shorty” he said softly. He was happy to hear her words about them keeping in touch because he knew they could ever be romantically involved anymore, but he still wanted her in his life even if it was only as a friend. “Of course. I’m always here if you need me shorty.. bye” he sighed, watching her get back on to the stage. Sam headed back to the table, thinking that he was actually happy that he came tonight. Because he got to see Mercedes and maybe just maybe got his friend back in the process.

#Para:Probably think this song is about you #dyfam rp #Mercedes Jones #Sam Evans #samcedes rp

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chapter 4 opens with Damen laying on his stomach cursing the doctor for poking at his back.

It was three days since the lashing. Damen did not clearly remember being taken down off the flogging post and returned to his room.

He did remember being supported by two of the guards, here, in this room, while Radel stared at his back in horror.

‘The Prince really . . . did this.’

‘Who else?’ Damen said.(DAMEN!!!! Didnt you JUST get a beating? )Radel had stepped forward, and slapped Damen across the face; it was a hard slap, and the man wore three rings on each finger.

‘What did you do to him?’ Radel demanded.

This question had struck Damen as funny. It must have shown on his face, because a second much harder slap followed the first.

‘Don’t let him die yet,’ was the last thing Laurent had said.The Prince’s word was law. And so, for the small price of the skin off his back(ha!), there were a number of compromises.

I won't go into detail here we know he got a more comfortable room, yadda yadda.

The concern for his back also struck him as funny(poor man is in Denial).He was bathed frequently, his skin softly sponged with water drawn from a tub. Afterwards, the servants disposed of the water, which, on the first day, was red("It wasnt that bad"Damen?Really?).

The biggest change to come out of this was Damen starting to form a relationship with the guards and garnering sympathy from the servants.

Even the taller guard, Orlant, who had threatened Damen after the ring fight, seemed to have somewhat warmed to him. Inspecting Damen’s back, Orlant had—not without some pride—proclaimed the Prince a cast-iron bitch(YASSS BITCHES!) and clapped Damen cheerfully on the shoulder, turning him momentarily ashen.

So Damen decided to get to know them and provide knowledge about his culture. In the meantime, The Regent🤮returns and pays Damen a visit. He speaks with Damen, asking a series of questions. The most relevant question he asked was how Damen would handle disobedience in a soldier. We all know this leads to the public audience.

Damen recognised the two men accompanying the Regent as Councillor Guion and Councillor Audin. Each wore the same heavy medallion on a thick linked chain: their chain of office.

‘Witness with your own eyes,’said the Regent.

‘This is Kastor’s gift to the Prince. The Akielon slave,’ said Audin, in surprise. A moment later he fished out a square of silk and lifted it to his nose, as if to screen his sensibilities from affront. ‘What happened to his back? That’s barbaric.’ It was, thought Damen, the first time he had heard the word ‘barbaric’ used to describe anything other than himself or his country.

‘This is what Laurent thinks of our careful negotiations with Akielos,’ said the Regent. ‘I ordered him to treat Kastor’s gift respectfully. Instead, he had the slave flogged almost to death.’

‘I knew the Prince was willful. I never thought him this destructive, this wild,’ said Audin, in a shocked, silk-muffled voice.

‘There’s nothing wild about it. This is a piece of intentional provocation, aimed at myself, and at Akielos. Laurent would like nothing better than for our treaty with Kastor to founder. He mouths platitudes in public, and in private—this.’

‘You see, Audin,’said Guion. ‘It’s as the Regent warned us.’

‘The flaw is deep in Laurent’s nature. I thought he’d outgrow it. Instead, he grows steadily worse.Something must be done to discipline him.’

‘These actions cannot be supported,’ agreed Audin. ‘But what can be done? You cannot rewrite a man’s nature in ten months.’

‘Laurent disobeyed my order. No one knows that better than the slave. Perhaps we should ask himwhat should be done with my nephew.’

Damen did not imagine he was serious, but the Regent came forward, and stood directly in front of him.

‘Look up, slave,’ the Regent said.

It was around this time that I started getting an inkling that something wasnt quite right. There was something going on just under the surface, but I digress.

Flogging's not possible. But Laurent has grown so unmanageable in recent years, I wonder what would help him.

What a shame that soldiers and princes are held to a different accounting.’

‘Ten months before his ascension . . . is it really a wise time to chastise your nephew?’ Audin spoke from behind the silk.

‘Shall I let him run wild, wrecking treaties, destroying lives? Warmongering? This is my fault. I have been too lenient.’

‘You have my support,’said Guion.

Audin was nodding slowly. ‘The Council will stand behind you, when they hear word of this. But perhaps we should discuss these matters elsewhere?’

So y'all know the deal. They came and dolled Damen up worse than a Las Vegas showgirl and took him in front of a public audience.

'What did you tell the Regent?’ Radel demanded. The last time Radel had looked at him like that, he’d lifted his hand and hit Damen, hard. ‘You heard me. What did you tell him about the lashing?’

‘What should I have told him?’ Damen gazed back at him calmly.

‘What you should have done,’said Radel, ‘is shown loyalty to your Prince. In ten months—’

‘—he will be King,’said Damen. ‘Until then, aren’t we subject to the rule of his uncle?’

There was a long, cold pause.

‘I see it has not taken you long to learn how to make your way here,’ Radel said.

Damen said, ‘What has happened?’

‘You have been summoned to court,’said Radel.

So we know what's coming Laurent and The Regent🤮spar verbally. We realize just how diabolical Larents mind is as Damen described it "He was good at talking"(grudging respect).

Laurent, realising it, opened his mouth to speak, but the Regent cut him off.

‘No. You’ve had your chance to make apologies, or give reasonable excuses. You chose instead to show unrepentant arrogance. You do not yet have the right to spit in the face of kings. At your age,your brother was leading armies and bringing glory to his country. What have you achieved in the same time(I'm just realizing what a slap this statement would have been to Laurent)? When you shirked your responsibilities at court, I ignored it.

So to speed things along we know that the Regent strips Laurent of all his holdings leaving him basically without any means to raise armies and adequate defense.

‘Be grateful I retain Acquitart,’ said Laurent, ‘which by law you cannot take away and which besides has no accompanying troops and little strategic importance?’

‘Do you think it pleases me to discipline my own nephew? No uncle acts with a heavier heart.Shoulder your responsibilities—ride to Delfeur—show me you have even a drop of your brother’s blood(more goading)and I will joyfully restore it all.’

‘I think there is an old caretaker at Acquitart. Shall I ride to the border with him? We could share armour.’

‘Don’t be facile. If you agreed to fulfil your duty you would not lack for men.’

‘Why would I waste my time on the border when, at Kastor’s whim, you roll over?’

For the first time, the Regent looked angry. ‘You claim this is a matter of national pride, but you are unwilling to lift a finger to serve your own country. The truth is that you acted out of petty malice, and now you’re smarting at discipline. This is on your own head. Embrace the slave in apology, and we are done.’

Embrace the slave?

Anticipation among the gathered courtiers winched tighter.

Damen was urged onto his feet by his handler. Expecting Laurent to baulk at his uncle’s order, Damen was startled when, after a lingering look at his uncle, Laurent approached, with soft, obedient grace. He hooked a finger in the chain that stretched across Damen’s chest, and drew him forward by it. Damen, feeling the sustained pull at twin points, came as he was bid. With cool detachment, Laurent’s fingers gathered rubies, inclining Damen’s head down far enough to kiss him on the cheek. The kiss was insubstantial: not a single mote of gold paint transferred itself to Laurent’s lips in the process.

‘You look like a whore.’ The soft words barely stirred the air by Damen’s ear, inaudible to anyone else. Laurent murmured: ‘Filthy painted slut. Did you spread for my uncle the way you did for Kastor?’Damen recoiled violently, and gold paint(Bwahaha!!!! Scandalized Damen)smeared. He was staring at Laurent from two paces away, revolted.

Laurent lifted the back of his hand to his cheek, now streaked with gold, then turned back to the Regent with a wide-eyed expression of injured innocence. ‘Witness the slave’s behaviour for yourself. Uncle, you wrong me cruelly. The slave’s punishment on the cross was deserved: you can see for yourself how arrogant and rebellious he is. Why do you punish your own blood when the fault lies with Akielos?’

Move, and counter move. He gathers Damen and leaves.

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Cutscene : The Lavender Gala

The twins travel back to the base was quiet, Lye seemed lost meaning Van had to lead her the majority of the way. The moment they stepped through the threshold of the loft, she kicked off her shoes and made her way to the bed not so much as greeting Kash or Russ. She threw herself onto the bed, grabbing one of the pillows she held it close to her body curling up around it.

"I take that it didn't go as planned?" Kash stated the obvious, he sat at the counter next to Russ who was going over some information on his scroll.

"Nope, I'll explain more later but how fast do you think we could get me a suit?" Van folded his arms thinking, his left leg began to bounce slowly.

Kash and Russ looked to each other before leaning in closer to Van, they recognized that he was coming up with a plan for something. The afternoon continued with the boys speaking in hushed voices in the kitchen as Lye remained up in the bedroom.

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Nava grew up with events like these being prominent in her life, she grew used to the rooms full of people paired with the empty formalities. This was one of the more open ones, the focus being the latest Spring collection meaning they were playing to potential buyers as well as entertaining loyal investors. There was a dinner with music and dancing before the main event, no expense was sparred.

She managed to slip away excusing herself to the bathroom, the meeting with the twins had been weighing on her mind the entirety of the evening. She didn't care too much for these events, but her guilty consious wasn't helping her in the slightest to get through the evening. Her heels clicked against the marbled floors as she walked through the empty hall, she paused her stride glancing around make sure no one else was in the hallway before moving aside the curtains and slipping out onto the balcony. She closed the ornate glass door behind her quietly, the balcony looked over the main courtyard in the garden. She stepped out to the end, closing her eyes and basking in the chilly evening breeze.

The special thing about this particular balcony was that it was one of the few places on the estate that was considered a blindspot. It gave her the chance to breathe freely. Since her return many have practically pounced at the chance to use her to build a relationship to her parents. The majority of her social interaction felt hollow and rehearsed. Outside of Cinnamon and Slate those she considered friends were sparse.

"Y'know your securities pretty shit. They let me through no problem, I dunno if they just assumed I was part of the staff cause of my ears or if they were just so distracted dashing good looks and charm. Either way I expected more of a challenge."

Nava flinched at the voice, she hadn't heard him approach. She didn't even sense his aura, her lack of training was showing clear as day. She was getting rusty.

"Still so full of yourself I see." She looked him over, his hair was swept back out of his face, the suit he wore was one assigned to their staff for this particular event. If anything figured he ditched whatever tray he was suppose to have some vicarious way. Had she not known him she would have assumed he was just another staff member.

Van gave a grin, he leaned back against a wall bring a black wrapped cigarette to his lips. A orange glow illuminated his face as he lit the cigarette, the light caught his ruby red eyes making it look as though they were glowing.

Since leaving their meeting something didn't sit right with him, he considered himself good at reading people. So had he missed or overlooked something that would explain Nava's attitude, there was no way he had gone soft. He wasnt just being hopeful...was he? Optimism was never a good look on him, he knew that and still.

"What's your deal?" He asked her straight out, he tilted his head.

"Deal? I just came to my senses, is that so hard to believe." She rolled her eyes. "Why am I even humoring you, I should just call security."

"It is hard to believe." He stated ignoring her other statement, he took a drag from the cigarette. "Can ya guess why? Because the girl who's spouting off about how its nonsense for someone of her status to considering being a Hunteress is also the same girl who was seething when she saw people boarding air ships instead of staying behind to help. The same girl who told me it's our job to help people. Something that makes you home hmm isnt it?" He let out a puff of smoke, using the cigarette to point at her.

"Weren't you always one for theatrics? It useful to know what one favors when you have to play to them, ah but you know that quite well don't you. With your previous line of work." She knew he was sensitive about his time in the White Fang so she decided to prod at the topic.

"That's true, I think I'm pretty good at it. I'm pretty good at telling it apart too, only took me a day or two to pick apart the perfect little heiress act." It didn't seem to work, she had to press harder.

"Yet you couldn't pick apart the one that followed. The naive wide-eyed worked far better than I ever expected, even on a stone-cold killer like yourself."

"...." She watched as his gaze sharpened, he didn't respond.

"I already had to lower myself to point of sharing a room with not one, but two Faunus and one was also a killer. Can you imagine my shock, ugh it still makes me shiver how easy the other two accepted you. I bet they were just scared what you could possibly do to them while they slept, after hearing what you had done how could they not. It was like a monster in the closet except the monster was in the bed across the room."

Even with the lack of light she could the sharp snap of the cigarette as his jaw clenched, his hand moved for a brief moment she had thought he was going for a weapon instead he scratched at his forearm. It was a habit she noticed from as far back as when they were assigned on the team together, she had never pointed it out assuming she would have time another time to do so. Clearly she wouldnt, she was practically holding a torch to the bridge before her.

"Now why don't hop along little bunny, I already have one scurrying rodent serving me I dont need another at the moment." She felt guilty for how she was refering to him and Cinnamon, she knew neither of twins looked being referred to as bunny in such a way but she had to end this. "You should be grateful generosity, why is such a trait so hard to find in your kind."

"Tch." He tossed his cigarette off to the side stomping on it, he stepped forward not to Nava but passed her. Hopping up onto the railing, he spared a glancing at her before hopping off disappearing into the darkness and foliage.

She wait a few beats before she dropped to her knees, there weren't any cameras here she knew that and yet she still didn't try to apologize or inform of her current situation. Was she a bad person? She could have told him, knowing Van he could have helped her. Why didn't she just speak truthfully with him?

She brought her hands to her face and sighed heavily, she decided she would have a few drinks tonight. She stood up fixing her appearance before went to open the door and reenter the event. She felt thick cord like ropes wrap around her, in an instant her mouth was covered and limbs restricted. She tried to the activate her Semblance, her eyes went wide with fear as she couldn't even force open her palms. The cord wound tightly around her hands balling them into fist, who ever was behind this either knew her Semblance and did this intentionally or she just had really bad luck.

"That was far too easy." She heard an unfamiliar voice speak and a pair of footsteps land on the balcony.

"Wasn't she suppose to be one of the harder ones to snag?" The other figure commented as they approached Nava's tangled body, she could see any identifying features. Both figures wore heavy cloaks and peculiar owl mask. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Hearing a loud shattering of glass and the sounds of screams, she thrashed around in a panic.

"Stop that! Don't be troublesome." The figure that the aura rope seemed to be coming from spoke with an annoyed groan, she felt it tighten around her body. A strangled gasp slipped from her lips as it tightened around her neck as well.

"Hey! The doctor's going to get upset if she comes back too beat up." The first figure spoke again hitting the other in the shoulder.

Feeling the rope loose and a figure behind her she leaned forward before reeling back smashing her head into the face of one of her captors. The returned force of the mask hurt the crown of her head, but that hurt far less than the impact with the wall as she was slammed against it.

Her vision spotted before going black completely, the last she heard was alarms and shouting.

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Van let out a frustrated groan, in a swift movement he raised his leg and turned. Venting some of his frustration by kick the streetlamp, the metal creaked as it bent forward. He hadn't intended to hit it so hard, he was just upset okay?

He gritted his teeth, the dress shows he was wearing weren't as protective as the metal toe boots he typically wore. He continued his walk home despite the stinging in his toes.

'I missed something I had to have missed something, I've been out of the game too long dealing with people is harder than Grimm. People can be unpredictable.....but they use to be so easy to read..'

'You've gone soft. You like her too much to believe she was playing you.' The voice in the back of his head countered. 'You should know better, Amorette was just the same.'

He scratched at his forearm, he needed to stop slacking. Lye, Russ, and Kash expected him to be their cool unfazed leader, he had to uphold their expectations.

It was far into the evening when he got home, he opened the door sliping the dress shoes off in the entrance. As the door shut blocking out the street light from outside his eyes sharpened and adjusted to the sudden darkness.

His gaze met another two other pair as Kash and Russ had stirred from their slumber, it was a habit that came with their line of work.

When both saw that it him they both returned to their previous position, Van grabbed a pair of pajama pants and headed to the restroom. The loft apartment didn't have a shower so he had to settle with washing the product out of his hair by shoving it in the sink.

He hung up the suit before joining to other two in his usual position it the middle, doubts and scenarios plagued his mind resulting in little sleep.

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Jae awoke to sound of the TV from the main room, he didn't pay too much attention. He considered pulling the cover over his head and sleeping until late, but he knew that would only result in a scolding from Opal. With a groan he threw off the covers and got out of bed, make his way to the bathroom he shared with Leo. After washing his face and brushing his teeth he made his way to the main room of the suite, it was quite nice comfortable housing Jae and the three adults. The places they had stayed were all provided through the company Tarragon and Opal were under.

He passed Opal who was sitting on the couch watching some daytime news show, entering the kitchen he opened a cabinet and gathered what he needed for cereal. He sat at the counter lazily eating going over notes he had from his last session with Leo.

"...attack at the Lavender gala last night has resulted in 3 dead, 4 injured, and 9 missing. " One of the hosts from the talk show brought up, hearing the name caught Jae's attention. Since they arrived in Mistril he became more aware of how prominent the Lavender name was, it was somewhat jarring to see the face of the same girl who nearly burnt down the Beacon dorm's kitchen atleast once a week on the front page of multiple magazines.

It took a him a second to process what he heard, the conversation the host were having moved forward. He abandoned his cereal bowl to stand behind the couch, he stated at the tv his brows furrowing as more information was given.

"I thought you didn't like this show." Opal commented glancing at him over her shoulder.

"I don't, but I know her." Jae muttered a response, gaze focused on the screen as a slideshow of pictures of those missing were shown with their names listed.

"Who?" She ask, he pointed to the screen as another image of Nava popped up. "Nava Lavender? How? Wait, we've been in Mistril for how many weeks and you're just now mention you know the Lavenders?"

"I know one Lave-" He cut himself off as screenshots of security footage were shown, in most situation he would have written the situation off as the Lavenders needing to heavily update their security but the brief figures he saw at the edge of the screens told him this was more than that.

There barely entering the side of the screen were figures wearing ornate owl mask, she slideshow stopped with a mention of there having been a cut in the footage that they managed to get their hands on.

"Did you see that?" Opal gave a confused look before Jae took the note backing up into the program and pausing on the last screenshot.

"Call Cherry." She commanded standing up and rushing to the room she shared with Cherry to retrieve her laptop.

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That morning the group had been out, Russ though taking Lye would help her get over the disappointment of the day before's meeting. They had seen her spiral before, so he didn't want to leave her alone in that state. He decided to take her to get groceries for dinner, maybe window shop some while they were out.

Van and Kashmere had head to a nearby guild for mission postings, taking lower rank ones helped with laying low and the people requesting tended to overlook their lack of official liscense. The only down side was the lower pay, the higher paying ones that would let them work were trickier to sniff out through just the description list"Wheres the next exam being held? If you and Lye go take it and get your official licenses you could sign as teachers for me and Russ." Kash suggested as he scrolled through the screen of missions, he was starting to grow bored with simple Grimm bounties.

"We could, but we dont have anyone to sign off for us. Our dad can't remember?" Van pointed out.

"Remind me why that is?" Kash knew that it had been mentioned to him before but he couldnt quite recall.

"The kingdoms dont recognize tribesmen as the same level as Hunters, theres a different category or something for them." Van explained in simple terms, his father had the skills of a Huntsman even more really and he had trained all of the Marigold children to the extent of unlocking their aura at the bare minimum. It ticked it off a bit to see someone so close to him skills go unacknowledged, but he knew that if the laws were to change suddenly many Hunters would be upset. In his opinion if the person had the right set of skills what did it matter if they went through the academies.

"That's kinda bullshit." Kashmere commented tone deadpan which earned a chuckle from Van, the rabbit's ears shifted picking up on a conversation nearby.

"They're seriously sending these out to posting all over Mistril?" A tall man stated with a surprised tone to his short companion.

"Crazy right? But if my daughter was missing I'd doing anything to get her back." The androgynous short figure next to the man responded.

"That's true, the Lavender girl was probably the perfect target for those creeps. She so sweet and docile, almost like a doll." The pair continued their conversation about taking the job or not.

She had made him so angry the night before, but hearing that she was missing made his stomach drop. Even if what she had told him was said with the intent to hurt, she had still been his friend. She was still the girl who cried during romcoms, the same girl who had her ears pierced in their cramped first year dorm room. He ran a hand through his hair growing frustrated with his own conflicted feelings.

"Let's head back, Lye and Russ are probably already back at the house." He gestured for Kash to follow him out of the building and start heading back to the apartment.

Russ held the paper bag filled with the ingredients they needed for dinner tonight, the pair took their time to look into the window displays of shops as they passed by. Lye's stride slowed as they passed a bakery, a few pastries would be nice to have to tomorrow morning.

"Let's grab a few." She nodded towards the door, she held it open letting him in first. Russ looked curiously over the sweet smelling confections that currently sat in the display. The bakery had a small coffee bar where a few people sat, their attention was directed at the small tv stationed on the wall, the women behind the counter watched as well.

Curiously Lye approached, on the screen was the tearful face of Koa Lavender. Her hands gripped the sides of the podium she stood at as she spoke her voice wavering every so often. The mother begged and pleaded calling on local Hunters to take up the mission the family was offering for Nava's return, struggling to get through her words she turned burying her face into her husband's chest who took over the conversation. Maru Lavender gave the numbers of where to find the information required to take up the mission, before giving a final plead as well as the conference finally ended.

"Poor girl, she must be worried sick." One of the patrons muttered, bringing her coffee cup to her lips.

"What happened?" Lye spoke up softly, her stomach was twisting in discomfort.

"Apparently there was an attack at the Lavender event last night, Maru and Koa's daughter was one of the people taken. They're offering a pretty hefty reward for her return." Another patron explained, expression compassionate as they looked at the screen.

Russ brought a few pastries before they left, Lye carried the box. She had gone quiet on their way back to the apartment.

"Are you worried about her?"

"Of course. Even if our meeting didn't go how we wanted it I never wished for her to get hurt."

"Well her parents seemed pretty adamant about doing everythin' in their power to find her so I'm sure it'll turn out alright." Russ tried to reassure Lye, her ears had folded against her head a clear sign of her shift in mood.

"Oh?" He rose a brow noticing the figure standing in front of their apartment door, he moved to stand in front of Lye contious not able to see the strangers face yet.

"Cinnamon?" Lye muttered recognize the mouse Faunus from behind, hearing the name clicked instantly in Russ's head.

"What're you doing here?" Van voice surprised both Lye and Cinnamon as he and Kashmere approached from the other side.

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"Please! I know how harshly Nava was in your last meeting, but you have to understand the position she in." Cinnamon looked at the group with wide pleading eyes, they had brought her in. Van suspension on why the Lavender servant had shown up at their door step.

"Why us?"

"I saw your fights from the festival and read your mission reviews, you two are skilled and I assume those who you travel with are as well, and someone under the radar such as yourselves would have an advantage in your search." She glanced to Kash and Russ briefly.

"We not official hunters, they wont offer us the job."

"I-I can get you the information. Just come with em to the estate and I can transfer everything to your scrolls."

"We can atleast see the information and see if it's in our range of abilities." Lye spoke up glancing to the others.

"That's not your desicion."

"But you gotta admit the rewards pretty appealing, would be useful." Russ placed a hand on Van's shoulder, he had a soft spot for Lye.

"That's only if we succeed with the mission..." Van paused looking between Kashmere, Russ, and Lye they were a team he reminded himself. "Do you all want to do this?"

"At least taking a look at the info doesn't sound too bad." Kash gave a small nod.

Seeing that the group appeared to accept her offer Cinnamon sat up hopefully. "Then let's make haste to the estate." She stood, the group needed a moment to gather their things and proceed to follow the mouse Faunus to the car she had taken their apartment.

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"Showing up personally allows us not only a look at the incident area, but can give us a personal edge on the job." Opal explained as they approached the gate to the estate, she was quick in the preparations for this meeting. They likely wouldn't be permitted to see the heads of the house yet, but they'd be the first team to observe the area. As dire as the situation may be the family didn't intend to handle the information so sloppily.

"Cherry Tarragon, Opal Amas, Jae Aryl, Leo Cornel." Slate took note of the IDs on his scroll as the group was led to meet him at the front of the main building, the name Aryl caught his attention. What was it with Nava's old teammate showing up out of the blue.

"Follow me please." He began to lead them to a meeting room to give out the information they had currently and discuss any question they may have.

At the same time Cinnamon was leading her group through the back entrance through the servant quarters and through winding hallways. She would have to take them to a room out of the way to avoid crossing with any visiting Hunters.

All was going as planned until Lye came to a sudden halt at one of the gaps in the hallway that led down to the one over.

"Jae?"

"Lye?"

#🌿Weeping Willows🌿#i consider this the beging of this arc/verse #cutscene

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chapter nine / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

Nakoa wakes to darkness. He finds out easily that he’s in a vehicle; the rumble of tires beneath him, the loud, high-pitched squeal of rubber on asphalt.

The hard, unforgiving feel of metal against his shoulder. He opens his eyes, but it makes no difference. He sees slivers of light, but nothing really. Nakoa blinks, once, twice, and, when he turns over, finds himself grateful for the lack of light, because just the slivers of daylight peeking through are enough to send spikes through his brain.

“You awake?” He jolts at the sound of a voice, relaxes when Rem adds, “Hey, it’s just me.” His words are near slurring, though. Nakoa spins his head to look for him, nervous, worried, but it’s impossible to see in the darkness. “I—” Rem huffs a frustrated breath. “Can’t see a fucking thing—where are you?”

One of Rem’s boots finds Nakoa’s ribs. He mutters an apology, then says, “Hang on—” before he reaches down, his hand skirting along Nakoa’s back until he reaches Nakoa’s hands, clasped behind him. “Hold still.”

The ties release after just a second, and when Nakoa pulls them up, he asks, “How the fuck did you get out of them?” The plastic rubbed his wrists raw, even as short as they were on.

He can hear Rem’s grin in his voice when he speaks, though, and his presence makes the dark, unforgiving trcuk a little less foreboding. “You think I leave the motel without a knife?”

Nakoa would laugh, if he could. Instead, he reaches a hand out, trying to find Rem in the dark. “Where—” he says, before he makes contact with Rem’s knee. Relief settles in his stomach, and he reaches out for Rem’s hand, squeezes it. Feels better already when Rem squeezes back.

“You okay?” Nakoa asks. “That looked.” Bad. Terrible. Nakoa sees it no matter where he looks, Rem lying on the asphalt like that.

“Mm.” But his voice sounds far away. “Nakoa.”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck?”

Nakoa should have known, knows he should have. That he should have said something to Rem, but… “My father’s—” The word tastes bitter on his tongue. “…in imports.”

“Drugs,” Rem says, immediately. “Fucking hell, Nakoa.”

It’s how Nakoa got started. It’s why he kept going with them. Michael’s into more than just weed, though, and therein lies the problem. That Nakoa knows. Michael had beat him, when Nakoa found out, and has since used his strength to his advantage. Try as he might, Nakoa can only throw a punch if he’s catching someone off guard, if they can fight worse than he can.

Michael doesn’t fit the bill, and he’s always carrying.

“I didn’t have a choice!” Nakoa says. “And I thought. Maybe, if I wasn’t there… why would he waste a bunch of bullshit on me? Men, resources.” Why would he follow Nakoa across the country? Nakoa, of all people?

“You stole from him,” Rem says. His voice comes out flat. “Nakoa.”

“You don’t get to play like you wouldn’t have done the same fucking thing,” he says, tone sharp. He pulls back from Rem, smells blood on his hands as he wipes them down his face. “How often have you stolen whiskey?”

“It’s legal! You wanna compare that to coke?”

Exhausted, suddenly, Nakoa says, “I really need you to not fucking judge me. I stopped, okay? He didn’t notice, and even if he had, what was he gonna do?” Michael hates Nakoa; always has. A disappointment, and that isn’t even considering Rem. That’s not considering the fact that Michael knows, and always has, that Nakoa beds men as often as he does women. It’s been like this since Nakoa was born, his father distant for work, and Nakoa eager for his approval and stumbling on his work at thirteen.

“He couldn’t do anything about it then,” Nakoa says. “But now what’s stopping him? His kid went missing. No one’s gonna care if I end up in a ditch.”

“Don’t fucking joke about that.”

Nakoa shuts his mouth, though. Taps his fingers on the metal on the floor. He says, “I should have told you.” He wants to apologize; can’t.

Wishes that he could just… touch Rem. No expectation. Find comfort in his touch.

He holds his hands to himself, and neither of them speak.

Eventually, the van slows to a stop, and doesn’t start again. Rem gets to his feet, says, “I got this.” Nakoa hears the knife unlatching in his hand. “Stay back.”

“Don’t being a knife to a gun fight, you—” Nakoa sighs. “Just—get behind me.”

“I’m not going to let you—”

“He’s my father,” Nakoa says, his voice cracking. “Let me deal with him.” He thinks about clocking Rem on the head again, but if he got knocked out that bad, he might already have a concussion.

Nakoa doesn’t say, “I want you safe.” He doesn’t say that it means more to him that Rem is okay, that Rem can go home. Maybe Rem thinks he’s worthless, but he’s Nakoa’s entire world.

The door slides up, and Nakoa blinks against the blinding light. Rem stands behind him, body heat warming Nakoa’s back. Michael’s behind his men, chatting on the phone, but Nakoa doesn’t move, not until Michael says, his voice almost bored, like he’s not still devising a plan. “Come join me for dinner.”

Nakoa blinks. “Pretty fucking dramatic entrance for dinner.”

Michael rolls his eyes. “You could show a little respect.”

Already disappointing his father, and they’ve been reunited for a matter of minutes. Nakoa holds his gaze and says, “You wanna kill me, go ahead.”

Behind him, he hears Rem make a small, distressed noise. “Nakoa—”

But Nakoa’s tired of living in this hole, in his father’s shadow, too afraid to move beyond Michael and his wants. Too afraid Michael might follow through on his threats.

“Just come. We’ll discuss what I plan to do with you at dinner.” Michael sighs, rubbing his forehead. “I keep forgetting about the carry on.” Nakoa catches his attention shifting to Rem, wishes it wouldn’t. “Hm. Looks like he’s the reason they’re free. Someone remind me we need handcuffs.”

When Nakoa doesn’t go forward, Michael sighs, says, “Someone grab him, please. Leave the other.” He sighs. “And tie him up this time?”

One of the men hauls Nakoa from the truck, by the hair, the shoulder. Nakoa swears, grips at the guy’s wrist and tries to walk with him, can’t. Holds tight and tries to lessen the pressure on his hair, anyway.

He watches as Rem crawls from the truck, eyes wide with fear, brandishing his knife. In comparison to giant men with handguns, he looks like a small, terrified child. Nakoa knows better than to call out his name, so he doesn’t.

His chest aches, and a half-strangled, “Rem—” escapes from his throat, just as the man dragging him pulls him into a building. Before the door shuts, Nakoa catches sight of Rem lashing out, the sound of a gunshot, then… Nothing.

Nakoa finds himself dropped at Michael’s feet, scalp burning, Michael staring down at him with something akin to disinterest. “I wish things could have gone differently for you, Nakoa.”

This is nothing like the Michael Nakoa remembers. This man is… different. Distressingly calm, quiet.

Nakoa prefers him screaming. Calm breeds terror in Nakoa’s chest, and he doesn’t care for the way it burrows in and refuses to leave.

“Up.” It’s not a request. “Dinner.”

Tossing a scowl back at the man who’d dragged him, Nakoa rubs his wrists, follows Michael through the warehouse.. He needs to stay around until he can get back to Rem, anyway. After that… who cares? Michael can do whatever he wants with Nakoa, as long as Rem gets out of this safely.

Michael leads him into another room to a table sitting alone, like one in the movies, covered with a tablecloth, a single lightbulb illuminating the table and nothing more.

With a swallow, Nakoa takes his seat, still rubbing his wrists. Michael sits in the other chair, and, neat as can fucking be, he undoes his napkin and lays it across his lap.

“Nakoa,” Michael says, and now he sounds more like himself, like the Michael Nakoa remembers. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?”

“So the pleasant, calm druglord, that’s just for your employees. But your son, all bets are off.”

Michael’s gaze is sharp, piercing, and Nakoa wishes he’d kept his mouth shut. “Ungrateful. You know,” he says, already lifting the lid from his dinner, “you really don’t understand the sacrifices I’ve made for you. The resources I’ve wasted finding you.”

As if Nakoa asked for it. As if he gives a shit about whether Michael goes broke. As if he cares, for half a second, what Michael loses. He sits back, crosses his arms. Waits.

“I can see you’re going to be difficult, so let me lay this out for you.” He pops a bite of dinner—steak, because of course it is—into his mouth, and chews. Slow. Nakoa knows the tactic well, terrify them with their own imagination. “You’ll come home with me.”

“Over my—”

“—and we can leave your friend here to fend for himself.”

“Next.”

Eyebrow raised, Michael cuts back into his steak. “I could just as easily kill your friend, you know. He hardly seems like a man someone will miss.” At Nakoa’s expression, Michael laughs. “Don’t tell me you think—” He shakes his head. “You’re a fool, Nakoa.”

Better a fool than a prick, Nakoa thinks, but he doesn’t say so. Michael married a gentle woman, one he can scare into submission, and he thinks Nakoa’s life choices are worth judging. “Next option,” he says, through gritted teeth, staring hard at the table, at the knife marks in the wood. Imagines what it might be like to see those on his skin, instead. If he’d even life through it.

“I could kill the both of you. You’ve already been missing for how long? None of the authorities would think twice about a couple of stupid, runaway queer boys ending up dead. Two of them…” He clicks his tongue. “Well. Is that even a tragedy worth the news cycle?”

And Michael wonders why he ran away. Nakoa lifts his gaze, reluctant, up towards Michael’s face, hates the giddy expression on his father’s face. He’s a bastard, and Nakoa knows he’s always enjoyed his work a little too much, but he’d hoped maybe, underneath it all, there was something that made him human. Now he’s not so sure.

“Easiest way to tie up loose ends, don’t you agree?”

Nakoa wants to tell him to fuck off, but Michael won't hesitate to cut him with the knife on his plate. Never has before. Never hesitates, once he makes his mind up. “Why the holdup?” Nakoa asks, but his voice shakes. “Sounds like you got it all figured out. Why not just kill me now?”

He’s losing his patience, Michael. The joy drains from his expression and he returns to his dinner, almost bored. “Unfortunately, I still think there might be some use in you. I could use you to make an example. I think using you as a living example carries more weight, don’t you?”

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Pointing a fork to Nakoa’s plate, Michael says, “Eat. It’s the last time you’ll get the opportunity in a while.”

“What about Rem?” Nakoa does his best to hold his voice steady, to keep Michael from making any more shitty comments, but it still comes out wrong.

“I think I’ll be doing the world a favor, taking him out.” He reaches for his drink, then sighs. “Nakoa, please. If you don’t eat, I’ll be forced to take other measures.” Like what, Nakoa wonders, but doesn’t ask. Sighing, Michael sets his fork down and says, “Nakoa. It’s in your best interest to work with me.”

“Too fucking bad.”

“I can make your life a living hell, you know.”

“You already did. What can you do to make it worse?”

Michael raises an eyebrow, says, “You think you’re in love with the man outside. Not sure where you got that, but fine, I’ll play along. You’re right in considering yourself worthless, so I understand I can’t use you against yourself.” With a cock of his head, Michael leans back in his seat. “I might be able to use him yet. Suppose I better put in the call to keep him in one piece after all.” He pulls a walkie talkie out of his shirt pocket and switches it on. “Hold my previous order,” Michael says, glaring at Michael. “Plans have changed. We’re going to have a little fun.”

#my writing #road to nowhere au

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neverwatchedonepiece · 6 years

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538-539: "The Straw Hats Defeated?! Hordy Gains Control of the Rygu Palace!" and "The Haunting Ties! Nami and the Fish-Man Pirates!"

Neptune’s finely tuned Roid-dar in action.

Finally figured out what was wrong with Chrome, so it’s business as usual. (FYI, it was the antivirus SSL scanning feature conflicting with certain websites’ certificates. Not great that I have to turn it off for browsers to function but that is a rant for another blog.)

On the Fishman Island arc front, 539 was the episode I’d been waiting for. I don’t have all the story yet but I know it’s coming. I’m excited to see what Oda does with Queen Otohime and Fisher Tiger’s stories. I also wanted to talk about Nami this post and I finally have the chance because she’s already at the Sea Forest and has met Jimbei (more on that later).

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A Fishman Captain who can’t beat a human in a fight underwater without resorting to performance enhancing Fish Roids can’t amount to much, either.

Just a thought.

Must say the spoileriffic title for 538 was unexpected. I honestly thought Zoro would win, or at least force a stalemate so that he could hold back the invasion with Usopp and Brook. Nope. Oda has diverted the plot in a direction I did not predict. Now I’m wondering how Neptune will retake the palace. I’m thinking a concerted effort, with the royal guard, maybe some citizens, plus reunited Strawhats out in force. Mainly so the Strawhats can clear their name because right now, the locals still believe they’re responsible for storming the palace and kidnapping Shirahoshi.

There was some good tension sustained when Zoro was fighting underwater and knew he had to surface to breathe. He defeated Hordy but was grabbed by a bunch of Hordy’s Roided Goons. When I was a kid, I remember playing Sonic the Hedgehog. There was nothing like that dread when Sonic was underwater and the oxygen countdown started. Find a bubble or else! Even though I knew Zoro’s plot shield would hold, I still felt that tension. xD For a moment, I was annoyed that Usopp didn’t go help him but then I realised Usopp was the only thing stopping Brook from sinking like a stone.

Neptune was great. I like the guy now. Compared to Hordy Jones, he’s an excellent leader. I brought up before his tendency to take advice, to listen to his people and consider their opinions even if he weighs them up and decides to do something else. In 537, it was obvious that Neptune cares about his people. He realised the Fish roids could be a real threat to his people’s safety. Instead of saving face, instead of a “we shall defend this palace to the death!” attitude that only gets people killed, Neptune only considered getting everyone out safely, and used his strength to secure an escape route: sacrificing himself in the process.

When his men did escape, they immediately thought of Neptune, of how he had helped them. They wanted to help Neptune because of everything he had done for them.

Compare that to Hordy “Become my Meat Shield or Die” Jones. He rules by fear and thinks of his dispensable soldiers in terms of what they can do for him.

It’s clear who the best king here is.

Must admit, though. Hordy Jones is organised. He instructed his head goons to assemble raiding parties to invade different districts of Mermaid Cove. Waterwheel Town, Candy Factory Town, Fishverly Hills, and other places I didn’t catch are under the control of Hordy Jones. His Head Goons wasted no time forcing the new regime and the new ideals on the locals, forcing them to commit a highly-charged political act of disrespect: step on an image of Queen Otohime or die.

Naturally, Fukaboshi was fuming when he found out what was going on. That was his mother. Not cool. (I am hopeful he will lead the counterattack. I bet he’ll succeed Neptune some day.)

I’m also wondering about Big Mom. Candy Factory Town has fallen to Hordy Jones. If the tribues stop pouring in from Fishman Island, would she send someone to see what’s going on and kick Hordy’s ass herself? I mean, sure, the Roids make him strong, but this is a Yonkou were talking about here.

And Brook is a potential wild card here too. When Neptune, Zoro and Usopp were captured, Hordy’s Goons dismissed Brook. “What’s that skeleton doing here?” “Dunno.” I wonder if Brook will do a Sanji and complete the stealth missions this arc?

Jimbei’s Glorious Reaction Face

LUFFY-KUN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

Watching Jimbei unravel like that was hilarious. It’s always funnier when the stoic characters crack. Only Luffy could stress someone out that much. And we got two in a row when he realised Hachi was there too. Chopper should start running blood pressure clinics for those suffering Strawhat-induced stress.

The object of Jimbei’s stress was that Luffy had appeared with Princess Shirahoshi in tow. Jimbei knew all the crap she had been through (I wonder if he tried to stop it before but couldn’t find Decken?). He also knew how unsafe it was for her to be outside. Just as he said this to Luffy, a random axe whirred through the air and Luffy deflected it.

I admire Luffy’s unwavering confidence that he can protect Shirahoshi (“She knows I’ve got her back!”) and I love that he did take her to the Sea Forest to pray at her mother’s grave (that was sad) but it is bloody dangerous, you’ve got to admit. Jimbei said the harrassment started after Queen Otohime’s death so poor Shirahosi couldn’t even attend her mother’s funeral (I need someone to kick that guy’s ass ASAP. Do not care who it is now.) What if Luffy suddenly has his hands full? Maybe Sanji will step in and fend off Decken, now that he’s back to normal, thank god. I guess the most effective treatment for Sanji’s weakness is immersion therapy.

The lack of message to Luffy is also suspicious. Why did Jimbei’s message not get through? Someone is intercepting communication. I wonder if Hordy is behind this too. Maybe he doesn’t want the peaceable but powerful Jimbei ruining his plans.

Den-san wondered what all the commotion was and shouted out from Sunny’s deck (and Franky had his “My captain is a dumbass” moment). Not long after, Nami and Camie arrived.

I liked that Oda assembled those three Merfolk and Fishmen together because they were able to represent different voices from Fishmen Island. It wasnt’ just one person speaking for their history. All of them had a voice.

Including a human who had been affected by the violent repercussions of Fishman Island’s brutal history.

Nami and Fishman History

I have been wanting to write about Nami for ages. After I finished the last post, I started thinking about Hordy and what he would think of Nami if he found out about her. I guessed he would hate her for betraying Arlong and would want revenge. It’s funny, but Hordy made the same mistake with Nami as Arlong did. He underestimated her. When she left with Camie, Hordy’s goons did tell him, but he dismissed the warning. Let them go. It doesn’t matter.

Now, I wonder if history will repeat itself. Nami has escaped, has told Luffy what’s going on and soon they will have the power to regroup, counterattack and re-take the palace. I doubt they will ever fix the relationships between humans and Fishfolk. But maybe they could be a symbol of improvement, if nothing else.

Nami’s reaction to Jimbei in the last episode was telling. Something was up there, I was certain of it. Again, in 538, she was indifferent to the point of wariness when she spoke to him. Camie was full of admiration. Nami was guarded. She also wanted to skip straight to the point and halted Sanji’s fool antics in their tracks because she had a bone to pick with Jimbei.

I had been thinking about Jimbei and how he might be related to all the troubles in Fishman Island.

I had no idea he was the one who set Arlong on the rampage in East Blue.

Nami must have known something. Maybe she heard Arlong talking about Jimbei. Maybe Arlong told stories about the Sun Pirates and Jimbei’s name came up.

Jimbei did apologise. He said he was grateful for the Strawhats stopping Arlong wreaking further havoc in East Blue. But for Nami - and Sanji for that matter (I am so glad the daft behaviour has stopped. I like Sanji best when he’s being serious) - the apology wasn’t quite enough.

Sanji remembered was Yosaku told them about JImbei (I would totally have forgot about this if not for the flashback). In exchange for joining the Shichibukai, he set Arlong loose. Still not sure exactly what that means. Did Jimbei say, “Right, Arlong, go get those stinky humans” or did he have to cut the extremist Arlong loose so he could ascend to an official government role and not be tainted be association?

Sanji was cool here. “If you wanna make excuses, fine,” he said. “But Nami here had her home taken over by Arlong and went through hell. Depending on what you say, I might not forgive you.”

Which is fair enough, actually. No one is obliged to forgive anyone.

Nami told her story. She also said that travelling to Sabaody Park and finding out about how awfully Fishmen are treated would never change the way she feels about Arlong, but now she understands why he thought that way.

That is hugely generous of her, honestly. Considering the way Nami was treated by Arlong, to even feel the tiniest shred of understanding for his motives is remarkable. She saw how Camie and Hachi were treated and I think it was a real eye-opener for her. One that she’d never forget

Then the story of Fishman Island was told by three Fishmen who had lived through the worst of its history, Jimbei, Hachi and Den-san.

Nami mentioned that Arlong Park looked exactly like Sabaody Park. Hachi said that when they were little, they yearned for what the human world had. That shot above is like poor street kids looking over a wall into a gated community and longing for the tiniest portion of what the rich people have.

But when they grew up, they hurt so many humans, Hachi said. He heard that, long ago, Fishmen and Merfolk were considered mere fish by humans. (This reminds me of how 18th century western academics used to classify other races as subhuman. Disgusting.) But then two hundred years ago, the Ryugu Kingdom became a member of the World Government.

You would think that would improve relations, wouldn’t you? But no. The Celestial Dragons, the ones who held the real power, were still bigoted and were the worst of them all.

The Great Pirate Era hit and Den-san said that was the worst time of all. Human pirates rampaged through Fishman Island. It was taken over.

And now I know why Jimbei was so determined to fight and die for Whitebeard. Saint Whitebeard the Great saved Fishman Island, claimed it for his own and imposed peace.

But humans still didn’t like Fishmen. The Strawhats had seen that at Sabaody. Even though the World Government bridged the gap in relations, it did not improve much.

Then two figures stepped up to change Fishman Island’s history forever.

Queen Otohime, Shirahoshi’s mother, tried to convince the islanders to live in harmony with humans.

Fisher Tiger, the hero who invaded Mariejois ON HIS OWN to free the imprisoned Fishman slaves, called for a parting of the ways between Fishmen and humans.

I haven’t heard all the story yet, but I’m guessing these two have a Major Difference of Opinion.

I can’t wait to hear the rest.

This is some good stuff. I love the themes in this arc. There’s so much here that resonates strongly with current events. It’s almost spooky...

You’re right, Franky. There’s no point. Just smile and nod.

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niel-trbl · 6 years

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Love Drop

Nurse!Kang Kino AU

Note: it’s been way too long and got inspired by my visits to the hospital, bumping into cute nurses while trying to concentrate on what i needa know for someone’s medication. anw hope you enjoy reading this one! drop me some feedback or requests right here!

kino’s known as the dancing fairy around the department

always dancing at the wards or the play room with the kids

well loved by the patients, the parents of the patients and also the nurses

he’s such a happy virus!!! he spreads so much happiness and joy to everyone

actual epitome of the sun

kids always get excited when kino’s making his rounds to check on them and they love sticking stickers on his uniform!! he lets them do it even tho it sometimes sticks his pockets together

kino being his soft self can’t bear to throw the stickers out so he got a sticker album specifically for them - he treasures them with all of his heart!!

with that said, he keeps every single card and drawing he receives from them too

coz the kids love him alot, they like to give him multiples of their drawings and whatnot which is now overflowing on his desk

he does have a box to keep all of them but even that is filled to the brim

kino is super passionate about the kids’ well-being

he gets heartbroken whenever the kids get a little cough or fever so he will do everything in his will to nurse them back to health

you had recently transferred from another hospital, working under the same department

since you moved to a new area, you decided to make a transfer

sure you missed your old place, the department and the kids, but you felt the need for something new after the many things that happened

so you took a bold chance and requested for the transfer

it was your first day at the hospital and one of the older nurses was giving you a tour of the ward you were assigned to

just as she was telling you good old stories, you felt a gush of wind rushed past you and noticed that someone was running across the ward

“ah that must be nurse kino! he’s always running around, taking care of the kids. he’s a really sweet boy. i think you both will get along well,”

after the tour, it was time for you to head to the play room to prepare for the storytime session so that you could get familiar with the kids and vice versa

you stepped into the playroom and saw the same nurse that was running around earlier then recalled that it was nurse kino

“hi! you must be nurse kino,” you called out

when he turned around, you cant help but just gaze at him

wow he’s cute,,,,,,,,

“hi! you must be the new nurse, cant wait to work with you,” you quickly snapped out of it and shook his hand then started preparing with him

you were glad that both of you were on the same page on alot of things

like for storytime, you asked him if he dressed up as the characters to tell the story

“i would love to!! but the department said it would be too much”

“OMG my old department said the same thing too!”

slowly both of you bond over your love for the kids and whatnot

the kids started enjoying having you around too!!

maybe even switched their favourite nurse from nurse kino to you

“wow i cant believe the kids gave you more stickers than for me. stop stealing my kids!!”

“they’re my kids too!!”

if you’re wondering, yes your playful banters usually revolve around them

because of this and also how both of you always paired up together to do rounds and storytime, the kids called you their parents

not just them, even the nurses, especially the older ones, feel the same way

they’re always cooing about how cute y’all are and that you should get together

but you’re like no no no we are just nurse partners!!!

though deep down you wish there was a possibility of him liking you but so many people left him with secret love notes and confessions

whats even more sad is that he dont realise that theyre confessions, he just thought they were very friendly letters

so this made you drop your feelings for him - what if he thought you were being very friendly as well?

but you were grateful to at least be a great working friend of his

speaking of which,,,,,,,

one day kino came running to you with the widest smile of his girl you almost went jello and said that the department decided to set aside some funds for the storytime session since the kids loved it so much - that means you guys get to make costumes!!!

both of you were so happy that you were hugging and jumping around the ward

your kids who happened to be in the area were confused but happy to see their nurse parents being all happy so they jumped along

that day after your shift ended, you and kino just sprinted out of the hospital and straight to the costume store to find nice outfits for the storytime session

you had such a fun time outside of work that you even forgot that you were shopping for work

both of you were at the stationery shop, paying for the crowns and other material that you selected

“wow are you guys celebrating your kid’s birthday? they’re sure lucky to have you as their parents!” the cashier’s remark made the both of you blush

you awkwardly laughed and fanned yourself coz it suddenly gOT ALL HOT

after that encounter, both of you headed to your apartment to start working on everything to bring them to the hospital the next day

so you ordered takeout, listened to music and talked as you worked on the costumes and props

as you worked, you thought you saw kino stealing glances of you but you weren’t sure if your eyes were just playing tricks with you

in fact, kino really did steal glances of you!!

in the beginning he wasnt sure of what he was feeling

he was like why is my heart’s beating too fast?? am i sick??

he slowly realised that he only felt that way around you and thats when he came into terms with his feelings for you

he had always wanted to tell you how he felt but the timing was always not right

despite that he’s not going to give up until he tells you how he feels

so now that you’re done working on the costumes and props, you decided to work on coming up with the script by going through the storybooks you always read to the kids

both of you sat close with your shoulders occassionally brushing against one another, slowly reading the storybook and brainstorming the scenes together

kino loved this sight of you - your hair strands falling to your face and your brows furrowed as you concentrate

even this way, he feels like he is on cloud nine looking at you

“oh,,, there’s a, erm kiss scene,” you got all nervous and clammy hands

“how should we do this?”

“oh i have an idea,” kino turned to you and slowly brought his hand to graze your cheek

in that moment, he leaned in and placed his lips on yours, you slowly moved your lips in-sync with his

but you quickly snapped back to reality, remembering that he’s only suggesting how to work the scene

“im in love with you,” he rest his head on yours

“erm, you got the line wrong,” you pointed out, pulling away from him

“nope, pretty sure its right coz im confessing to you,” he held onto your cheeks

wow kang kino,,,,,, you are smooth

“well then, my reply to that would be, im in love with you too,” you pecked his lips again

but you’re smoother

#ahhhh its my first time writing for kino!!!#kino scenario #kino scenarios #hyunggu scenario #hyunggu scenarios #kang kino scenario #kang kino scenarios #kang hyunggu scenario #kang hyunggu scenarios #pentagon scenario #pentagon scenarios #kino #hyunggu #kang kino #kang hyunggu #pentagon

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tomhardydotorg · 7 years

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I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually. We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn't see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast. I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn't make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn't help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that's not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn't see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I'm going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he'd been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm... I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let's call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I'll Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he's walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful. He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor. He wasnt house broken it didn't matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short. Woody came back to the Uk after Jess's parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn't forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica's Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn't look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected. We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn't swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames. his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner. He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together. Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely. He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He's been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn't have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love. I don't normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side. To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever. A friend told me He was special bro, a shining example of man's best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long. Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there. With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for Your love beautiful boy.

#Tom Hardy #Heartbroken #Woody #Sweetboy #Jessica Chastain

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buckywintersoldierbarnes2017 · 7 years

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Two Different Worlds. One Love.

Request from @hopelessgarbage: Hi K! can i request a fic again?xDD the reader's thor's badass sister who likes bucky but doesnt know how to express it and when she speaks to her bros bout it they get super protective and the avengers went asgard n reader wasnt aware of it so when the gang arrived reader was with her giant wolf or something n when she saw em she panicked and threw something at bucky and her pet thought she was playing fetch and knocked down buck sorry its long haha thanks in advanceeee.

Note: This is a LITTLE different from your request but only in the sense where the reader is unsure of how to express how she feels to Bucky. I hope you enjoy this anyway as I seriously enjoyed writing it! :)

Bucky x Asgardian!Reader (Also Loki and Thor)

Words: 2,202

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Your feet dangled from the Bifrost bridge as you awaited your brother’s return from Midguard; the last time he had visited the strange place was what felt like a lifetime ago and you had managed to sneak your way there with him…..much to his disapproval. While you were there you had been introduced to ‘The Avengers’ and immediately upon first sight of one of them you had become smitten. You had always wondered how Thor had managed to fall for a mortal but when your eyes had fallen upon one Bucky Barnes you understood right away.

You had wanted so much to see him again but Thor being the over-protective big brother that he was had refused your company, didn’t like the fact that you had fallen for someone who was so broken, and hadn’t wanted you within arm’s reach of him again and yet here you were awaiting his return as you always had done since you were a child despite the upset he had caused you.

“Your Highness….” There was a clearing of a throat behind you as your eyes started to drift closed and when you turned to face the person who had intruded on your quiet time you soon saw that it was one of the dungeons guard’s young helpers. It didn’t take a whole load of your brain cells to figure out what this was about. “….your brother is requesting your presence. He is being quite insistent about it.”

“Of course he is. I guess I better see him before he has one of his little temper tantrums. I’m sure Thor will understand my absence upon his return.”

This would be the very first time you wouldn’t be here to greet him when he returned, it didn’t sit right with you at all, but the last thing you wanted to be bestowed upon the innocent guards in the dungeons was Loki’s wrath.

You hated it in the dungeons. It was cold, miserable, and nothing like the wondrous city that lay above it but you felt it was your duty as his sister to visit him during his time here….although the fact that he was requesting you grated on you a little. As you neared the panoramic glass of his cell you expected to see his tall, pale, frame and a smirk tugging at his lips at the fact that you had come when he called. Instead you were met with a sight that had your heart skipping a whole beat.

“Mr Barnes?”

There was no mistaking him; those sharp blue eyes of his instantly boring into yours, the glint of his metal arm as he raised it up and waved in your direction, and the body that must have been sculpted by a God it was that perfect. Your cheeks radiated a deep crimson colour as heat began to rush into them. It made no sense to you at all as to why he was here…let alone in Loki’s cell but it didn’t seem to matter that there was no logical reason behind it…all that mattered to you was that he was here.

“Call me Bucky doll, no need to be formal now is there?”

Now you were really done for. The pet name had you feeling like your body was about to turn into mush but then came the laugh…..it was coming from those perfectly inviting lips of his but the sound wasn’t him, not at all, in fact you knew that laugh all too well and when it finally clicked with you your nostrils flared from the anger you felt.

“That was completely uncalled for Loki.”

Eventually his form turned back to that of his own as his laugh finally died out once he had gathered himself.

“Oh come now little sister your face was quite the picture. Made me wish I had one of those contraptions Thor’s precious mortals love so much. The ones that can take moving pictures on them.” He leaned his forehead against the glass of the cell as his eyes stared intently at you. “You can do far better than that petty little human [y/n] and you know it.”

“Really? You are actually going to stand in a cell, of which you are a prisoner, and give me some big brother spiel about who I like?” A disbelieving scoff rolled from your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “You have quite the nerve Loki. You try to kill our father, brother, and millions of innocent lives and yet you still believe you can speak to me in such a manner….I know you like to deceive people but trying to make me believe that you actually care is quite the ambitious attempt.”

A darkness flashed inside of his eyes at that moment, your words seeming to hit him harder than he would have liked, and then he drove his fist against the glass as his lips curled up into a snarl.

“You are making a mistake sister. He will only bring you down. You are a Goddess, you deserve more!”

His anger must have been contagious because it wasn’t long before you felt it running through your own veins, both hands balling up at your sides as patterns of light started to form behind you.

“It is talk such as that….brother that got you where you are. Compared to the hurt I felt when you betrayed me, betrayed our family, there is nothing he can do to cause me the same pain.” By the time you had finished speaking the patterns of light had morphed into the form of an oversized dog-like animal. Its low growl vibrated through the ground beneath your feet and shook Loki’s cell. All it would take is one word from you and that smirk of his would be wiped clean off his face….but you weren’t about to sink to his level and so instead you ran a hand through the soft fur of your giant friend and turned to walk away. “This must be a record even for you. Only a short time has passed and already I cannot stand looking at you. Come on Eowidith let’s get you out of here.”

With that said you left the misery of the dungeon before he had chance to shout any snarky remark out at you. You had missed Thor returning for that not so enjoyable conversation and it infuriated you.

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“For the love of all that is Asgardian why must he infuriate me so much?”

You had conjured up a rather large ball with the anger that was beginning to build up inside of you; first Thor refuses to allow you to travel to Midguard with him, no doubt because of Bucky, and then Loki felt the need to get all over-protective from his cell? You couldn’t do anything with those two in your life. The ball was becoming bigger by the moment but you had all intentions of destroying it before it got out of hand….until you saw a strange figure wandering about at the bottom of the hill you were sat on.

An alarm started to blare through your mind at this point and without even taking any notice of who it may be you threw it directly at them. You were happy enough that it would see to them until you felt a breeze rush past you as Eowidith sprinted past you, mistaking your offensive move as you starting a game of fetch.

“Oh no…..EOWIDITH STOP!”

She got to the ball just before it hit the intruder but she didn’t stop for whoever it was and there was soon a figure beneath her huge frame. You still couldn’t quite make out any real details of who they were yet but it was pretty clear just by their body language that they were rather terrified of the animal. Her growl once again vibrated through the ground beneath your feet and you knew you didn’t have long to get down there to calm her. At least if you got to the intruder first they could be sent to the dungeons where they belonged….rather than ending up scattered across this field in a dozen pieces.

Running in a long dress was NOT a habit you wanted to take up often but given what was on the line here you were more than willing to run the risk of destroying your royal gown.

Once you were only a few metres away the sun reflected off something near Eowidith, causing you to squint ever so slightly, and it was only when the animal moved closer to the individual that it cast a shadow over them enough to really bring them into view….and the metal appendage that came into your line if vision was instantly recognisable.

“Eowidith sit….NOW!” The authority in your voice had the animal sitting immediately and looking over at you with a rather perplexed expression as you knelt down between her and the rather frazzled looking Avenger. “Mr Barnes I am so sorry. You will have to forgive her actions, she is not good around strangers and, well, the ball I was throwing in your direction didn’t help…”

You held out a hand to him to help him up onto his feet and when you felt the cold sensation of his metal fingers wrapping themselves around yours you experienced the feeling that almost sent you soaring into the skies above Asgard. Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat….the latter of which was noticed by the attractive brunette. A soft chuckle escaped him as he ran his flesh hand through his hair, tidying his rather dishevelled look up a little, a smirk tugging at his lips but not quite appearing given that the animal was still looming nearby.

“That’s quite a…a dog you’ve got there doll.” Since your hand had connected with his you hadn’t even been thinking of your furry friend and had all but forgotten she was even there until he had had mentioned her. But then the pet name rolled from his lips and you lost yourself completely. “Wait….you threw something at me?”

He looked at you with a quirked brow but you didn’t even notice. All you could see were those light blue pools he called eyes. The ones you simply wanted to drown in. Then it dawned on you…..he was in Asgard, and if Thor saw him…..

“Stop worrying. Hammer boy knows I am here.”

Your anxious thoughts must have been showing on your face because you found his flesh hand coming up to caress your cheek. By ‘Hammer Boy’ you could only assume he was speaking of your brother, the nickname no doubt being one of the reasons he disliked the man stood before you, and you leaned into his touch as a small smile tugged at your lips. If he knew he was here and he was in one piece that could only have been a good sign.

“I have missed you. I have missed your touch, your voice, everything….”

“Why do you think I risked the wrath of your brother to come here? I missed you too [y/n]”

The pad of his thumb traced your cheekbone before his lips came crashing down against yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. It didn’t take long for your legs to turn to jelly causing you to fall into him as you lost all sense of balance. His arms wrapped around you protectively to prevent you from going anywhere.

“I may have allowed you to visit our world but it would be wise if you do not manhandle my sister James.”

Thor. Of course he would have sensed the close proximity between the two of you. It was like he had some in-built radar for when you needed a moment ruining. Immediately his arms removed themselves from around you as he cleared his throat and took a step back, eyeing up Thor to make sure he wasn’t about to send that hammer of his in his direction.

“Brother I do not need to be protected. James will not harm me and you know that he won’t. It is bad enough that I have had Loki belittling me today I would much rather I didn’t get the same treatment from you too.” Rather reluctantly he bowed his head in acknowledgement of what you said but he didn’t leave until he had send a warning glare in the super soldier’s direction. When he finally did leave the two of you alone you playfully rolled your eyes before taking Bucky’s hand in your own. “Come. Let me show you around Asgard. You are going to see things you once could only dream of. ”

As a smile lit up your entire face Bucky found himself mirroring such a look, his whole smiling reaching from one ear to the other, what you didn’t know was that in his eyes he was already looking upon the one thing he thought he could only dream of…..you in his life, holding his hand as though he had never done those horrible things in his past, he didn’t need to see anything else…..

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Poster's Note: It is with great sadness and immeasurable heartbreak that i post this video and message from Tom https://youtu.be/-buMRduwOU4 I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually. We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn't see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast. I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn't make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn't help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that's not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn't see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I'm going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he'd been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm... I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let's call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I'll Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he's walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful. He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor. He wasnt house broken it didn't matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short. Woody came back to the Uk after Jess's parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn't forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica's Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn't look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected. We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn't swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames. his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner. He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together. Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely. He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He's been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn't have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love. I don't normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side. To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever. A friend told me He was special bro, a shining example of man's best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long. Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there. With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for Your love beautiful boy.

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