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itstheghostofmypast · 3 months

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Meow (Chp-1)

Choi San x (f)Reader

Summary: He had spent an entire millennia in solitude, waiting for her to come back to him, bearing this curse that was a constant reminder of his ignorance, his mistake, and his guilt. He had forgotten how fate had always been cruel to him, punishing him for all he had done, and so be it, meeting her in the 21st century should have brought him joy- there was only one problem, his love for her may not have decreased a drop, but she may love Poofy more than she ever loved him.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort Fluff

Warnings: death of a major character, war, PTSD.

Word Count: 2.3K

Est. Read Time: 8 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Masterlist I Chp-2

"So, you're either a hook-up who hasn't left yet, which is hella creepy dude, it's 10 am- a secret boyfriend I was never told about which proves I have been a horrible best friend or you're a freak who broke inside mind you, I am a cop."

He froze mid-walk, eyes wide and swirling with panic. His instincts were telling him to bolt out the door, but the tug in his chest followed by his heart dropping to his stomach had him frozen in spot, years- no millennia; he had kept safe, he had kept it a secret and to think he would be discovered not by the one destined to be with him, but this mutt- apologies, he used to be a mutt, centuries ago, the same time he had found his mate, ridding him of the curse. What stood before him now was a human, a reborn version of the hyperactive, clingy, filthy-

"I believe you're the creep who is my innocent Y/N's dream man?"

"I can explain."

"Oh?" quirking his head to the side, his eyes scanned the other man, who was dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of his fresh shower hanging off the tips of his onyx locks and falling onto the carpet. Yunho’s hand was itching to reach his gun hooked to his belt, hidden with his jacket, he may have been a bit taller than the intruder, but the man looked well built, enough to put up a fight, so he may need to make this quick.

“I’m Poofy.”

“I- you’re what?”

“Poofy, the cat, Y/N’s cat, the one she saved.”

“I might need to call for backup.” He mumbled to himself, taking out his gun and aiming at the barely covered man.

His eyes widened at the statement, shaking his head as he raised his hands in the air, “Listen to me, I’m not lying, Yunho.”

His name caused him to pause, so the intruder knew his name, huh, “How long have you been stalking her?”

“I haven’t I- a millennia later and you’re still so annoying,” letting out a whine, the man stomped his foot against the carpet, the movement leading his towel to slip off, both men freezing as soon as the plush, wet material hit the ground, their eyes meeting for a split second before Yunho’s trailed down, pausing and taking in the sight.

“I don’t remember if she ever mentioned a big-

“I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING TO HER, YOU DAMN MUTT.”

“You know usually, protocol requires me to take you to my precinct, but I feel like I owe you one after that…sight.” He stated, taking a turn towards the café that Poofy had instructed him to go to, claiming that his innocence would be proven there.

“Can you at least uncuff me?” turning to him, San hissed, raising his hands he tugged at the cuffs, before huffing and sitting back against his seat, “Yunho, it pains me to inform you, that even rebirth has done nothing to help your low intelligence.”

“Buddy, insulting a cop isn’t a good thing.” With that he parked in front of a café, staring up at the name, “Hanna, why would you name your café, that?”

“None of your business, now, take me out of these, I’m not walking into my place of refreshments with handcuffs.” He mumbled, showing him the cuffs once more, somewhat melancholic, and exhausted with how he was going to handle all of this.

“Place of refreshments…. bloody psycho.” Yunho mumbled, unlocking his handcuffs, “I’ll shoot you if you try something funny.” With that he went out, going to the other side to open his door, pulling him out, “That’s an expensive jacket for a ‘refreshment shop’ owner.” He stated as a matter of fact, that he was a detective after all, and a good one, according to Captain Hongjoong.

“What can I say, I have expensive taste” Staring at him passively, he scoffed before walking away, leaving Yunho to stare at him, wondering where this sudden change of aura came from, the man really did remind him of Poofy- the cat that loved Y/N but hated him, especially when he’d be around her.

“YOU’RE LATE!”

A shrill boomed as they entered the empty café, Yunho hot on the other man’s heels, speaking of which, he didn’t even know the name of the culprit. Though that thought was short-lived, as soon as he saw the staff, eying them, trying to figure out who what who. Roles, ages, personalities, what had Y/N gotten herself into.

“Sorry,” he scoffed, grabbing the broom from the short man, “I was arrested.” Glancing in Yunho’s direction, his gaze followed by the rest of the mentioned, one of them scoffed and walked away, mumbling something Yunho couldn't pick up on.

"San, can you please tell Yeosang to not meddle with my puffs I- what's he doing here?" Seonghwa pointed at Yunho, who raised a brow in response, unsure why the other man held such bitterness, much like the other one who had walked away.

"He arrested me." San muttered casually, brooming around a table, "Wooyoung, didn't I tell you to not wait for me and open up on time?"

Said man, Wooyoung, snorted in response, shrugging as a reply as he continued to set the display chiller with random, pretty pastries, though all had one thing in common, a small sunflower on top of each, the entire rack looking like a field of sunflowers. Speaking of sunflowers, the surround had notes similar to the flower, even though the lights were off, sunlight seeping through the giant windows being the only source of lighting, he realised the entire place had a very, nature-oriented look, ceiling plants, plants on the walls, succulents on the window sills. Fake vines hanging from the ceiling lights, dainty crystal chimes around the place, glimmering under the sunlight, casting hues of various shades of pink, blue and yellow, the use of pastels adding a fairy-like flare to the cafe, how had he never heard of this place before? She would actually like this place- wait, what if she came here before? What if this is where this creep saw her and began stalking her and-

"She's never been here and he isn't stalking her." a deep voice echoed - in his head? Yunho's hand automatically reached for his ears to cover them, head snapping in every direction to look for the source.

"You still look like a lost puppy sometimes." the same voice chuckled, as a reflex Yunho took out his pistol, aiming at Wooyoung who squeaked, "WHAT! WHAT WAIT- SAN!"

"Put that down you moron", the man mumbled, finally putting the broom away, behind the counter, picking up a cup of tea and walking towards Yunho, who swiftly turned and aimed it at him, "Don't move."

"Yeosang, stop messing with him." he muttered as the voice repeated, "Sorry" only this time it came from behind Wooyoung, a man, much similar to one of the many princes he had seen in movies she would force them to watch when they were children.

"It's only tea." San muttered, placing the cup on the table beside Yunho who aimed at the 'prince-ly creature', "How did you do that?"

"Seriously, Yunho, put that away before someone gets hurt" Wooyoung called out, raising his hands, "We aren't going to hurt you or her, we could never hurt her." before turning his head to gesture at the man still staring at the cup, " San could never hurt her, but you need to put that away."

"Or what?" he spat, fed up with this nonsense.

"F*ck around and find out."

Was all he heard before a gust of wind knocked him out, his pistol being ripped out of his hand, and landing on his butt, he glared up at his assailant, Seonghwa he presumed, the man with features as gentle as the morning breeze, yet, his eyes bore the same intensity as of a thousand hurricanes. Staring at the gun he tsked, his other hand combing back his silky locks then turning to San who reached out to Yunho, offering his hand, "How the hell did you even get caught?"

"He came unannounced."

Slapping his hand away he stood up, "I came to check up on her apartment, her stories of his mystery man in her dreams were getting out of hand." with that he flung out a pocket knife, only for San to slap it out of his hand with one swift motion, "What the-"

"San, did you do what Yeosang specifically instructed you not to?" Seonghwa's tone held no emotion, no, it wasn't void of emotion, in fact, it clung onto the air with a certain authority, much like the brother of wrath and pride.

"I-" sighing the man glanced at Seonghwa, resembling but a wet, guilty kitten, "Yes- but I- she's been having nightmares and I, I mean they stopped when I...you know?"

"You said you didn't do anything to her!" Yunho barked lunging forward at San, tackling him to the ground, finally landing a good punch.

"For the love of mother nature." Jongho sighed, grabbing Yunho by his collar, regardless of their height difference, the little bear had always matched in strength with San, might one say he was stronger than the man underneath Yunho, who wasn't even trying to put up a fight, willing to get socked in the face. Unfortunately, his strength knew no bounds, for what was supposed to be a gentle tug, turned into a complete pull, propelling the man into the air, having him crash land on a table a few feet behind Jongho.

"Shit"

"Great, like my life wasn't already burdensome enough with the lot of you around."

"Seonghwa, ya really should stop speaking like that, it's outdated."

"Shut up Wooyoung." he hissed, a growl resonating in the quiet of the place, "Yeosang, heal him in case Jongho broke something, Jongho take him inside and you," He pointed the gun at San, "Get out of my sight."

Opening the door she sighed, slamming it shut behind her, tossing the keys god knows where, her heels being kicked off, sighing as her bare feet hit the cold tiles, "I need a whole year off." Padding across the apartment she waltzed into the kitchen, humming to herself, mood brightening a bit at the realisation that yesterday's take-out was still in the fridge. Fried Chicken, a woman's best friend.

Popping the plate in the microwave, she mentally counted down the seconds with the machine, her hair already untied and ruffled - destressing. "Come on- oh" she paused thinking of how fried chicken is also her baby's favourite. Speaking of her baby, he didn't come to greet her today.

With the warm plate in hand, she marched to her room, "Poofy~ baby where oh- you're sleeping?" placing the plate on the nightstand she crawled onto the bed, going to her pillow where Poofy was curled up.

"Is my baby tired? Did you have fun outside today?" she whispered, running her fingers through his soft, black fur, stopping to give him a good scratch behind his ear, which finally stirred Poofy awake, as he began to purr.

"Wakey wakey~" cooing she picked him up, sitting on her knees, cradling him. Cracking open an eye he stared at her, his green eye shimmering under the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, "Did you miss- what's wrong with your other eye? Did you get into a fight?" frowning she pulled him away, holding him like a doll, hands pressed against his under his furry limbs, lower half dangling in the air. "What the hell Poofy! Why is your eye swollen???" her voice raised in pitch as his ears instinctively flattened against his head, tail swishing in disapproval.

"My poor baby!" giving him a death-inviting hug, she pressed him closer, "You must be in so much pain" she wailed, before standing up, "Let's go to the vet!" she placed him on the bed, looking at him and receiving a loud hiss in return before the cat paused, sniffing the air and catwalking towards the chicken, his tail swaying like a snake.

"But...fine." Sighing she reached over to scratch his head, "Fine, but no more fighting or I won't let you go out, okay?"

Almost an hour later she lay in bed, snuggled under the heavy blankets after she made herself instant ramen since her little injured baby ate all the chicken- not that she had any issues, he needed to rebuild his strength. Mindlessly scrolling through her phone, she hummed in response to the little meow, the creature padding up her blankets and squirming under them, crawling up to her, taking a good ten minutes to find a good spot, testing her patience. Finally, he placed his head on her chest, the rest of his soft purring form curled up on her belly, both under the blankets. She had no issues, he was like her personal heating pad, one that was soft as well.

"Goodnight Poofy."

Letting out what she assumed was a sigh, he snuggled closer to her, enjoying the softness and warmth, no longer plagued by the worries of Yunho or Seonghwa or anything else. At the moment he was more focused on her, spending time with her, even if it was like this.

Bonus:

"Yeo?" Seonghwa looked up from his book, earning a hum from the man who was staring at the brewing pot on the stove.

"Did you heal San?"

"What? No...no" he paused his stare session, glancing at Seonghwa who sat cross-legged on a barstool at the other end, the two could finally have peace since Jongho and Wooyoung were with a sleeping (healing Yunho), "He...left after you told him off."

"So he...just went like that?"

"I mean," reaching for a wooden spoon, the healer began to mix the concoction, "Extra attention from her makes him feel better...always been a little greedy for attention, hasn't he?"

Chuckling at the thought the older man nodded, "Greedy and perverse."

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evercries · 6 months

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奇𓂃 the mara's tether is firmly in her grasp. she will not pull upon it before the designated time, but nor shall she relinquish it.

[blade x reader] ╏[unedited] ╏ [draft] ♫ word count: 3251

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The sound of the blade plunged into the flesh of the visibly injured man brought you back to reality as your eyes remained on the scene in front of you. Hiding behind the bookshelf inside the room, you shuffled your body around carefully as you covered your shivering lips that were overwhelmed with fear and wet from the tears that dripped. The sound of the blade continued as the man screamed in agony while you cowardly hid from the attackers who showed no mercy towards the man. Voices were heard, but you were panicking too much to realize what was being said before you shifted and accidentally bumped into the back of the bookshelf with your arms, which caused the shelf to shake, a few books falling off the shelves and unto the floor. The sound startled you, meaning the other people present in the room also witnessed it with the additional noise.

That’s when the noises started revealing its owner. The sound of heels were heard as they approached where you sat slowly before pausing when the injured man, you assumed tried escaping which caused who you believed was a woman to laugh, next thing you knew, loud groans of were heard from the man.

“Oh, darling, hush.” A voice said, a voice you recognized easily as you removed your hands that were pressed against your ears, peek your eyes once more from the corner where you sat and there she was, Kafka’s back was faced away from you, but you could easily tell it was her from her clothes, her heels, and her luscious hair that flowed down her back. Confused on why Kafka was doing, you shifted your body accordingly to get a better view of the scene, but nothing could prepare you from the sight you saw. A tall man stood opposite to Kafka, his back leaned against the desk while his hands were crossed. His usual nonchalant expression as he stared at the mess in front of him, occasionally staring down at the man who was struggling and possibly in front of death’s doorstep. The man who you dedicated your time and love to, the same man you promised to love through health and sickness, the same man who would never harm a person was standing in front of you torturing an assuming, innocent man. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᥫ᭡

Still perplexed, you stood there frozen as you watched the interaction between Kafka and Blade, your husband.

“I can pay you the money I owe, I beg of you to spare me. I have children and a wife that is of child.” The man begged, his hands pressed together as he knelt in front of Kafka, tears streaming down his face despite the wound that had worsened, crimson blood stains all over his body dripping down to his clothes.

Kafka stared at the man, smiled, glanced over at Blade before giggling. Her index finger tilted his head as she caressed his cheek softly. “It’s not the money I want, dear, the information about the stellaron you were entrusted with.”

The stellaron? That name sounded familiar to you for a second before being left with a blank. Blade mumbled something to Kafka before more footsteps were heard approaching the room. The man had gone completely silent, his complexion changing into a pale colour, his lips twisted while his eyes darted from left to the right side of the room before finally looking back at Kafka with both of his hands entwined with each other.

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“That I cannot tell.” This created Kafka to have an assumed look on her face, hummed softly, but remained silent as if she was thinking about something. The seconds that passed felt like minutes to you, trapped behind the bookshelf, regretting your decision to come inside Blade’s study.

“Get rid of the body.” Blade mumbled to Kafka, seems like his patience had run out, was what you thought as you watched your husband have an annoyed expression on his face. Before you knew it, Men stood in the doorway or the room before turning towards the room. “Be mindful of the blood stain. I’m afraid that little nose of hers is quite sensitive.” Was all he said before he and Kafka exited the room leaving behind the injured man, men dressed in black carrying a knife, and unknowingly, you.

The man was dragged forcefully out of the room, leaving you alone in the room, completely confused on what you just witnessed. Finally catching a breath, you peaked in front of the bookshelf to ensure there was no one present before crawling out of the space you hid in. Collecting yourself, you stood up, dusted your now stained dress, grabbed the book you were looking for before heading out of the room. However, as you pressed your hand against the door, a strong scent hit your nose causing you to pinch both entrances of your nostrils, spun your head around to inspect what awful smell was bothering you before hearing someone down the hallway. Deciding to ignore the awful smell, you slid the door open, checked both sides, and walked straight to your chambers in the most collected and calm way you could.

“My lady.” Someone called from behind, you stopped to look at a young girl running towards you with towels around her shoulders. That girl was your helper, Asta, an assistant in your opinion, but seeing her run while her beautiful pale skin glowed with a light shade of red made you chuckle a bit. As she stopped running once she got closer to you and caught her breath slowly, Asta grabbed the edge of the towel before lightly hitting your shoulder with it.

“Hast thou lost it? Where hast thou been? Do you realize the stress of being worried about your whereabouts?” Asta started seeming frustrated while talking about completely unrelated things before she suddenly paused. Her eyes glanced down at the book in your hand, then at the dark spots covering the bottom of your dress, to the way you smiled nervously.

“The book?” She questioned, an eyebrow lifted after you remained silent. “Did you? No, you didn’t. I trust you, my lady.” She was definitely referring to the office of blade, the same office he had personally spoken to you about, to never enter it without speaking to him first. But, curiosity got the best of you, plus you had sneaked into his office a couple of times, no injured man present or men in black during your previous visits, just a wonderful sight out of his window and extraordinarily detailed books.

“Just for a second, Asta. No harm was done.” You responded before turning around and walking towards your chambers while Asta followed behind, her mouth however remained opened as she asked any question she could plus the additional speech about how dangerous your decision was. Pausing in your tracks, you turned around to face Asta, tilted your head before speaking, “Asta, darling, your mouth is running away.” This causes Asta to roll her eye dramatically, her arms crossed with an unimpressed expression on her face. After a few seconds passed with you having an awkward stare-down with Asta, she sighed.

“What did you find?” She asked, her eyes staring at your book as she walked along. You joined her with a huge grin on your face, excited to tell her everything about the book you searched for everywhere, but realized it was sitting idle on Blade’s bookshelf all this time. As if she could sense your happiness, Asta stared back with a glare, causing your smile to disappear as both of you walked back to your chambers.

She was so adorable, you wanted to pinch her cheek, but held back. Raising the book towards her direction, allowing her to read the book's title directly. When she was done, both of you focused on heading towards your chambers, which was weirdly across from where you stood. Being careful to glance right and left, you found it odd that there was no sight of Kafka or Blade, this made you unbelievably uncomfortable and uneasy. The house you lived in was filled with light and positive energy from the staff team that scrambled around the house with their big smiles and almost easy to hear whispering as you and Astra walked through the halls. Reaching your chambers, you quietly opened the door, allowing yourself in and Astra before closing it.

“Ah, the beauty of silence, isn’t it so incredible?” You asked Astra, the book still in your hands, before you placed it on your desk, turned to Astra and smiled with your hands behind your back.

“I suppose so.” She answered back, went into the bathroom to place back the towel that had been sitting on her arm before coming out to where you were. She walked past you to the covered windows, held unto the sides of the curtains before pulling them aside, revealing the view from outside. The sunset was beginning, but was bright from where you stood, the pink coloured clouds held hands with the bright baby blue sky, creating a beautiful scenery. Just as you and Astra both stood there mesmerized by the view, a knock was heard from behind before the sound of a door opening.

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In the doorway stood Blade, he seemed rather shy to see Astra inside the room with you because while standing in your doorway, Blade continued to rub his neck with a nervous smile on his face, almost like he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to. Astra coughed, causing you to turn around to face her, she gestured over at the doorway where blade stood. You hadn’t noticed another person standing right behind Blade, her eyes glancing at the decor of the door. Once she met eye contact with you, Kafka smiled widely, her red tinted lips really making her look gorgeous as you stared back. Trying to stay calm, you walked over to the table where the book and other items were scattered around, grabbed them, this included some mailed letters, paper filled with designs, and some letters you had written that remained idle until now.

Passing them to Astra to go “throw” them away, Astra raised an eyebrow in confusion before walking past Blade and Kafka. You could feel the awkwardness as Astra exited the room, however, you caught Blade’s eyes glancing down at the items inside Astra arms as she passed, almost like he was reading something, Blade’s eyes shifted to a focused look. Unlike you, the letters that were sent to you were opened, who sent them visible as well as the content of the letter. While Kafka was more interested in the decorations hanging around your room, Blade turned back to you, his whole demeanour changed. His eyes narrowed, both filled with anger, while having his jaw clenched and a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips.

Walking over to where your tea station was to avoid what Blade was thinking, you filled the kettle with water, turned around and invited Kafka and Blade to sit comfortably on the table while you prepared the tea. Kafka giggled as she walked over to the table, rubbed her fingers on the table, whipped it, and lifted the finger to her face as she blew on the invisible dust. Sitting down, Kafka had her legs crossed, her elbow on the table, while her eyes remained on you. Blade on the other hand leaned against the doorway, his eyes also staring at you. Almost like a light raze, you should feel the intense staring both Blade and Kafka were doing while preparing the cups. You dropped a few tablespoons of your favourite leaf, a mint flavoured leaf, poured a bit of honey before adding the hot water from the kettle.

A few stirs with the spoon you had, when finished, you placed the cups carefully on a tray before walking to the table, placed the tray down, and sat down across Kafka. Excited, Kafka reached out, held the cup handle before bringing the cup up towards her face, breathing in the incredible warmth and smell the cup brought, Kafka smiled at you before saying thank you. Blade remained where he was, his anger seemed to subside as he stared over at the window.

Kafka placed the cup down, her smile disappearing before she spoke. “I have a question, do you mind?”

“Not at all, go ahead.” You told her, reaching out and taking the handle of one of the cups remaining on the tray, blowing it before sipping the tea. While sipping, Kafka suddenly asked a strange question.

“Do you know what a stellaron is?”

This caused you to suddenly choke on your drink, placing it back down before covering your mouth as you coughed. “Oh, heavens. I thought I was in trouble.” You said with a smile on your face. Blade walked from he stood, grabbed the napkin in his pocket and whipped the corners of your mouth with it. Saying thank you and holding the napkin, your gaze returned to Kafka, whose facial expression was serious.

“No, I do not know what it is. This is my first time hearing about it.” That was an awful lie you just made, but it was true. Half true, if you were being completely honest. The name was familiar to you, but you heard it earlier today already between Kafka, Blade, and the strange man.

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Kafka nodded, thanked you before exiting the room. She paused in the doorway, turned around, stormed to where you sat. Worried she realized how awful your lie was, you backed in your chair, but Kafka reached out and grabbed the handle of the cup that remained on the table. Seeing your reaction, she stared at Blade, chuckled, ruffled your hair carefully before finally leaving. She and blade exchanged glances, that you couldn’t interpret, but she waved by before disappearing into the halls.

Exhaling, you stood up, grabbed the tray and walked over to your tea table to place it down there.

“You can drop the act now.” Blade spoke first, his voice rubbing you the wrong way, it sounded so annoying. Turning towards him, you were met with a glare.

“Don’t look at me like that, all I did was answer her question.”

“The answer that you lied about? Since when are we lying?”

This caused you to physically freeze, your eyebrows narrowed against each other out of frustration. Not in the mood, you tried walking past the table where Blade stood, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him.

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“You’re not denying it.” He said, his eyes staring down at you. You couldn’t exactly deny what he was saying because he was right. Your silence gave him his answer as he got up in your face, his jaw clearly clenched. “What else are you lying about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The letters. Who are they from?”

Now this made you curious, with an eyebrow raised and an amused smile on your face, you asked him the same question you’ve been wondering. “What letters?”

This caused Blake to stare at you for a moment to process the joke, his face went from confused to very concerned. “Did you go into my office earlier today?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No, I did not.” Another obvious and vague lie, your eyes staring into his eyes as the seconds went by. You could feel the sweat roll down the side of your face as you stood there, almost like a lion gazing down at its prey, Blade just stared.

His eyes shifted from yours to your dress, specifically the bottom of your dress. “Really?”

“Running. I was running and then I fell.” You said quickly, your hands trying to cover the stain that covered the bottom of your dress.

“You don’t like running.” Blade commented, his eyes now filled with curiosity.

“I tried something new.” You replied, a nervous grin on your face even though you were met with an emotionless expression, Blade.

“You never try something new.” He pointed out before his hands were up, making the quotation marks with his fingers. “You said you were too lazy.”

“Are you using this opportunity to mock me?” Hands on your hips, your face closer to him as you continued humming him for an answer.

His finger pressed against your forehead, moving you away from him before continuing. “No, I’m curious about why you were in my office this afternoon.”

“Haven’t we already discussed this?” You questioned him, turning your body around to admire the view, or at least that’s what he saw. You were hiding the fact that you chewed on your lips repeatedly, wondering where Astra was.

“As far as I know, every question I’ve asked you, you’ve lied about.”

“Huh? What questions?”

“The letters, care to explain yourself?” Your back was still faced towards him, which annoyed Blade more than anything, even more than how bad you were at lying. Placing his hand on your shoulder, Blade turned you around to face him, his eyes immediately glancing down at your known swollen lips caused by the constant chewing.

“What do you think those letters are?”

“Love letters.”

A snort of laughter came out of your mouth, you paused, stared at Blade’s confused but stern face before exploding into laughter. Just as you were hysterically laughing, the doorbell rang loudly through the hallways.

Blade did not look amused, his face still looked stern, but you were already used to it. “I’ll wait for you here.” It was all he said, but you just stood there confused of what he meant with your head tilted.

“For you to change your dre-“ Blade’s sentence was cut short when the sound of an explosion sounded from the main entrance. Glancing at you, you finally saw the real him coming out, a worried expression was on his face before he turned around and walked out of your chambers. Deciding to follow him, you grabbed the first thing you saw, which had to be an empty plant pot. Walking behind Blade towards the main entrance while trying to be careful and quiet, you soon reached the front entrance and saw different people.

As Kafka stood in the doorway, which was now blown down, two large robots stood beside her. In front of her, there were three individuals - a girl, a boy, and another girl. Astra was standing behind them, which surprised you. However, you didn't hesitate to approach her. Blade noticed your shocked expression, grabbed your wrist, pulled you back into his arms, bent down, and whispered, "Listen and watch carefully."

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You were completely shocked and couldn't say anything. You just stared at Astra, eagerly waiting for answers to your questions. Stella, who was positioned in front, walked up to Kafka and bombarded her with questions, while the other female, who introduced herself as March 7th, supported Stella. The boy, Dan Heng, remained silent and simply observed the two females in front of him, attempting to intimidate Kafka.

Hold on. How did you know that the girl's name was Stella? And how did you know the identity of Dan Heng?

It was at this moment that you realized you had some unexplained knowledge about the people in front of you. Perhaps there was a hidden connection or a mysterious backstory that was yet to be revealed. Your curiosity grew, and you couldn't help but wonder how these characters were intertwined in your journey.

₊ ♡ thank you for reading.

updates plans: finishing novelette (50/50 friday), starting gojo, changing toji fanfic.

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Into The Looking Glass - Part One || Doctor Strange x Reader.

Word count: 3.6K Brief Summary: Ever since a new relic has been brought into the Sanctum, Stephen get haunted by the same dreams everynight, until he found himself talking to the reflection in the mirror. Warning: First half is in Stephen's POV. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else.A/N: Inspired by JT's Mirror, I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry and Short K-Film on youtube (I forgot the name but I remembered watching it). This is a Two Part mini series. Also I haven't forgotten about Can't love you in the Dark... I'm still working on it.

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"I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along. Now in it's place is something new, I hear it when I look at you…"

I arose from my waking dream with beads of sweat clinging to my body. In an effort to regain my breath, I let out a forceful exhalation. It is always that song, accompanied by that sweet voice that seems to entice me to wake up in the middle of the night. I already have the lyrics seared into my memory, since it's always that same line, over and over. I tried searching for the song on Google countless times, but the search engine didn't turn up any results.

After I had collected myself, I swung his legs over the side of the bed. I had no intention of returning to sleep while the adrenaline was still pumping through my veins.

As I stood up and moved to my dresser to retrieve a shirt, the creaking sound of the wooden floor followed my footsteps. It would serve me better to have just one glass of whisky to dull my senses and put me right back to sleep.

I plop down on my favourite armchair in front of the massive anomaly rue window on the third floor, a spell book in hand to read while I allow time to pass me by. Sirens wail past the street, flashing red and blue against my complexion. It was a cold night and yet the sky was shy of giving snow. In the winter, my grief over the death of my sister resurfaces, making the season almost unbearable to go through.

The whiskey seemed to have done its job, despite fighting it, I felt myself nodding off to sleep.

"Stephen…" A tender voice, like a harmony of angels called my name, "Stephen Strange…"

Being half awake, I looked around the room with bloodshot eyes, dubious whether I was dreaming again or not. I pinched myself hard, "Ow!" Okay, I wasn't dreaming.

"Over here, Stephen." The sweet voice beckoned me again and decided to eagerly continue to follow the female voice even though I was uncertain of where it was coming from, "Over here.."

I stumbled around the dark and stubbed my two, once or twice. But I kept following the voice, the more I got closer, the more it sounded like it was speaking right next to me, it spoke my name for the last time in a whisper, "Stephen~" And I found myself in front of the large mirror almost as tall as I am, hanging on the wall with ebony black frames.

All became so quiet that I could hear my own breathing synchronising with the ticking of the clock, I could hear the ominous creaking of the wooden frames as they adjusted to the changes in temperature. I felt a pinch in his heart the moment I realised that my reflection in the mirror was missing.

"What the hell– Oh I'm definitely dreaming right now." I shut and opened his eyes multiple times expecting my reflection to be there, "Wake up Stephen, Come on, wake up!" I smacked my cheeks repeatedly.

"You can't wake up when you're already awake, silly." A feminine voice giggles, causing me to turn around to find no one there, "In the mirror– always looking into the wrong places."

I followed the instructions of the voice and found a female in the mirror instead of my own reflection, "Who– What are you?" I furrowed my brows cautiously coming closer and as I did, so did she, and I stepped back.

"I'm your future daughter, obviously from the future." She answered my question openly, her voice sounded clear yet muffled by glass, she probably noticed that pulled a face of doubt, she sighed, "Of course you don't believe me,"

"I'm talking to a reflection inside an ancient artefact that was brought in a few weeks ago, what do you expect?" I paused, posing a secured stance, in case she attacks, "For all I know you could be evil."

She laughed at me, "Where has your attention to detail gone? Look closely, Dad. I am doing exactly what you're doing, I am nothing but a reflection. I can't hurt anyone, I'm not going to jump out of here and strangle you."

"That is oddly specific but I'll ignore it." I said and then waved my hand to test whether she was telling the truth and then made a couple of stupid moves.

"Stop that, we look like a dumbass." She said in a dead-pan voice.

I stopped, "Alright, fine. But the daughter thing, I find that very hard to believe." I crossed my arms, and so did she, "Tell me something only the people close to me would know."

"You have a third eye."

"What's my pet peeve?"

"People misinterpreting our last name for the actual word– it's my pet peeve too."

I tapped my chin, she was getting all the answers correct but I wasn’t satisfied yets, "Tell me my favourite magic spell."

"You create magical clones of your body to fight for you when things get a bit rough." She sighed, "What more evidence do you need?"

I frowned when she got that question right once again, "If you really are from the future, tell me something that will happen with the exact date and exact time."

"Later today, December 22, 2025, at about 8:20pm the first snow will finally fall and I also know that you find that barista at Stan's Coffee, cute. Do you need help getting a date with her?" She asked and I immediately felt embarrassed that she spoke of the truth, so I tried to play it cool.

"I don't have time for dates–"

"Oh Dad, get your head out of the gutter. You can't fool me." The girl rolled her eyes at me, "Plus, I think you should ask her out on a date when the first snow falls, it'll be romantic!"

"Is she going to be your Mom?" I squinted my eyes, I could already smell what she was up to.

"I'm not telling you." She pressed her lips tightly together, "So do you want to get her number or not? I'll tell you how."

I hummed as I thought about it, "Fine, how?"

"Yes!" She cheered and I imagined her pumping her fists in the air in my head, "You're a regular there so I'm assuming you guys have had small talk every now and then, correct?"

"Correct."

"Alright, next time you buy coffee, ask her what her preferences are… say 'So, Coffee, Tea, or maybe a date with me?' and just be yourself!" She advised me and I couldn’t help but snort out into a laugh at how cringey that sounded.

"I am not going to say that to her." I shook my head.

"I already know what's going to happen and if you go about your traditional ways, you're going to blow it." Her voice became monotone and her facial expressions dead-pan, "Just trust me. It's going to work."

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America carried the paper bag filled with groceries close to her body whilst walking beside me. She practically begged me to walk home instead of using a portal. None of us spoke with one another because I was too occupied thinking about what the reflection told me and I could guess that America was busy thinking about the delicious roast pork that I said I was going to cook when we got home.

As we were passing by Stan's Coffee by the corner and then I saw her, the barista whom I was taking interest in, "Want to grab some coffee?" I asked America out of the blue and she didn't even think twice to nod yes.

"But won't we be late for dinner?" She followed my direction and entered through the automatic doors.

"Nah."

My senses were immediately overwhelmed by the enticing scent of the roasted coffee. The atmosphere was filled with a smell that was intense while still being warm and welcoming, and it caused my taste buds to ache for the dark and smooth coffee that I craved. I approached the counter and with my luck, she was the first to approach and serve me.

"Good Afternoon guys, what can I get for you?" She asked in a bubbly tone, she was always so welcoming and kind towards the customers. I thought she was a ball of sunshine and that's why I found her cute.

"Can I please get an americano and a butterscotch latté?" I ordered while gazing up at the menu overhead.

"I'm going to find a seat." America mumbled at me and carried the groceries with her towards the nearest table.

"Is that all for today?" She smiled and looked up at me. In the back of my mind, the words of the reflection who claims to be my daughter in the future echoed in my mind.

"Actually, I have a question.." I trailed off and the woman's brows quirked up.

"Yeah sure, I'll try my best to answer it."

"I want to know whether you prefer Tea, Coffee… or possibly a date with me?" I eased in with the last choice since I wasn't sure if she was going to take it well.

She dropped her head as she exhaled a small chuckle, "Wow, I wasn't expecting that at all." She hid her smile behind her hand.

I laughed along with her, feeling pretty anxious internally, "So what’s your preference?"

She nodded slowly, unable to hold back a giggle as she grabbed a post-it note from her pocket and wrote her number before handing it over to me, "I finish at seven, let’s have dinner. Stephen right? I’ll bring the beverages to you when it’s ready."

My smile grew wider into a toothy grin as I took the piece of paper from her, "Awesome, I'll see you then."

America saw and felt the shift in my aura as I sat down in front of her, "I smell something fishy going on… Why are you smiling from ear to ear?" She squinted her eyes at me because not too long ago I looked too deep into my seasonal depression.

“Nothing.” I shook my head and discreetly shoved the piece of paper in my pocket, “Can’t I be happy for having coffee?”

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” She leaned in from across the table, “You, Doctor Strange? Smiling like a Cheshire cat over coffee? Judgement day must be coming soon.”

The smile disappeared from my face as she was starting to make fun of me, “There, the smile is off. Judgement day postponed.”

America snorted into a short laugh and shook her head, “Lighten up, Stephen. I’m just teasing!”

“Butterscotch latte?” She approached our table with beverages in hand, America’s face lit up at the sight of her favourite drink and raised her hand, “and the americano.” She placed my mug in front of me.

“Thank you.” I looked up at her, making sure to put a smile on my face and she returned it with her own pretty smile.

“I’ll see you later.” She said and walked away to get back to work shyly.

America’s mouth hung agape and slowly turned her head and surprised gaze towards me, “Coffee huh?” She referred back to my lame excuse after finding out the actual reason behind my smile.

“Shut it, just drink your cavity drink.”

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“So… I’m assuming by that big smile on your face that you went on a date with her?” My daughter wiggled her brows, seemingly excited to hear all about what happened tonight.

Late at night, at approximately the same time every night, I find myself talking to the image of my daughter that is reflected in this mirror. I went on a date and got home pretty late because it went really well, better than I expected, only I didn’t kiss her goodbye when I took her home, I felt like it was too early for that.

“Yeah I did, but America wasn’t too pleased since she couldn’t have the roast pork I promised I would cook for her and had pizza for dinner instead.”

She softly laughed, “She’ll get over it. So, tell me all about her, Dad.” She anticipated from the otherside as I tried to formulate words to start with.

“Well. She was shy at first but she eventually came out of her shell. We had a whole debate about whether being short is better than being tall—she was great company, I really had fun. She has this habit of pushing her glasses from the side of the frame, which was very random for me to notice.” I chuckled to myself, I might’ve counted the times she pushed her glasses back since they kept slipping from her small nose.

She didn’t interrupt me once while I was blabbering about my date, instead she kept this soft genuine smile that made me feel like my heart was melting. I stared at her unmoving figure since I wasn’t moving and broke the short silence that fell between us, “How did you know it was going to snow?”

We walked side by side, our shoulders touching every now and then when I moved to make way for other people on the sidewalk, then suddenly, she stopped walking, “Oh my goodness, look.” She pointed to the dark sky as different sized fluff of snow fell from it, “I’ve been waiting for some snow to come, it’s pretty late this year.”

“Huh.” I said to myself and pulled my coat sleeve up slightly to find that the time was 8.20pm, “So she wasn’t lying…”

“Who wasn’t lying?” She gave me a funny look, I wasn’t aware I was speaking my mind.

“Oh one of my friends told me it was going to snow tonight—I didn’t believe her, but it turned out she guessed correctly.” I chuckled and told her a white lie.

“Who do you think? So do you believe me now?” She asked, and by the tone of her voice, she would’ve crossed her arms by now.

I sighed lightly and nodded, “Yeah, I believe you.”

“You should go and see her again soon! I want to know more, please tell me you planned another date together.” She insisted and asked. She’s really keen on me going out to go on dates, making me believe that this woman is really her future mother.

“Slow down, now that I think about it. You haven’t even told me what we named you.”

“Oh– silly me. My name’s Donna.” She told me her name, my smile fading into a frown at the mention of my sister’s name.

“Donna… I named you that?” I asked, looking down.

“Yes.” She answered softly in a low voice, she probably knew about her aunt and knew how sensitive of a topic it is for me

I shook my head, trying not to let my sadness ruin the great night I had, “Anyways. To answer your question, yes, but not straight away, because we have work to do.”

“Really? Where are you planning to take her next?”

“There’s a musical event on the twenty-forth called In The Twilights at the time square, we’re going to watch some new artists together.” I told her the plan and if I wasn’t hallucinating, her facial expressions slightly became flat.

“Don’t go there. Do something else.” She demanded and I scoffed, her sassiness slightly irritated me.

“Why not? She said she’d love to go, so I’m taking her there.” I argued and firmly refused her order.

She sighed frustratedly, “Just promise me you’ll leave the area before 10.30pm, please.” She pleaded and was very adamant about it.

I raised my brows, “Why?”

“Just promise me. If you want to go, go but please. Leave before 6.30pm. Promise me that.” She clenched her jaw as she pleaded, her eyes solidly staring into mine. Her voice felt tense and I nodded and heard her sigh in relief.

“Okay… I promise, but can’t you tell me why? You’re freaking me out a bit.” I admitted, because I was. Was she going to be in danger? Is something bad going to happen? I need to know so I can prepare for it.

“I can’t tell you. L-look, Dad. I gotta go.”

“Wait!” I yelled and before I could say anything else, she faded into nothing. I sighed heavily as I finally saw my own reflection in the mirror.

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I found her from across the street through the crowd, waving at me with her same bubbly energy. She wore a sage scarf in contrast to my red one, I guess we're really bringing in the spirit of Christmas along with us. As soon as the walking man turned green, she walked towards me, until she found herself directly in front of me.

She wore make-up tonight, it wasn't significant but she looked pretty nevertheless.

"Hi. You're looking pretty handsome tonight." She greeted me with a compliment, swaying gently with her hands in her warm pockets.

"Thanks, and you look dazzling." I returned the compliment, getting a giggle out of her.

"Dazzling? I've never been called that before. I like it." Her smile stretched into a toothy grin, "So shall we?" Her eyes pointed at the barricades where they were accepting tickets.

"We shall." I offered her my arm, in which she clung onto and we made our way to fall in line. It took around five minutes to get in and another five to find our allocated seats. Unfortunately because we got these tickets at the last minute, we sat a bit closer towards the back.

We shifted in our seats until we were comfortable and waited for the show to start.

“I can’t believe I’m having a date with the Doctor Strange.” She squealed out of her own excitement and for some reason, I didn’t like the sound of that. I faked a laugh and for the rest of the night, that was the only thing that was weighing on my mind. Was I just turned off by that?

The show had some great musical artists that were just starting out, I’m surprised that not everyone was singing a Christmas song and for that, I am actually thankful or else I would just nod off to sleep.

I looked at my clock, it was almost 10.30pm and I had promised Donna I would leave, but I was thoroughly enjoying my date that I had forgotten until now, "Do you mind if we leave now?" I leaned in and asked.

"Oh, do you have other plans with your friends?" Her smile dropped and I nodded. I could tell that she put on a fake smile when she got up and left the row with me. We were making our leave from the event until I heard her, the voice singing in my dreams.

"I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along. Now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you…"

I stopped my tracks, carefully listening and pinched the back of my hands to check if this was another dream. I slowly turned around, and in the big screens, I saw her, Donna, who was claiming herself to be my daughter, was now up the stage singing the song that's been stuck in my head for I don't know how long anymore.

"W-What?" I asked and found myself stuck to the ground. I can't leave. I needed to hear the rest of this song. Her song.

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Your soft angelic voice sang the lyrics that you wrote to the people of New York, your well experienced hands played the piano smoothly, closing your eyes from time to time as you lost yourself into your own melody.

"I know this isn't really a christmas song but, wouldn't it be magical to find yourself or your love in this fine night?" You spoke to the crowd who cheered in agreement before you sang the next lyrics.

"With simple songs I wanted more. Perfection is so quick to bore. You are more beautiful by far. Our flaws are who we really are."

You allowed your voice to have more impact compared to when you started and the way you were now playing the piano matched that energy. As the orchestra slowly eased into the climax of the melody. You took in a giant breath, your voice coming out powerful and perfect.

"I used to hear a simple song. That was until you came along. You took my broken melody. And now I hear a symphony~ Ohhh~"

You drawled your voice three pitches higher, giving everyone in the audience chills and goosebumps. You have captivated everyone with the rawness, fullness and smoothness of your voice.

The completion of the song was like the missing piece Stephen’s been looking for and he found his eyes watering at the godly sight of you. Your voice sounded immaculate but somehow he now felt a bit bitter and annoyed because you lied to him.

"And now I hear a symphony…"

The crowd erupted into a clap as you finished your performance. You stood up and walked towards the middle of the stage, in your white fitted evening dress that shimmered softly against the light, bowing and thanking the crowd for the warm applause. Though you found Stephen staring at you into the crowd, you didn't think too much of him for you haven't met him yet.

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The Galaxies of Gallifrey

Chapter 1: The Toymaker Trick

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: Mention of death, SPOILERS FOR THE GIGGLE

a/n: Hey there! So because I didn't have enough unfinished series... here's another one. I hope all the whovians can enjoy this canon x OC thing I'm working on. There's a lot more to come for this one, but before chapter 2 comes expect a Casanova request XD

2008 - Somewhere in space

"Gallifrey Gale McShane... can I have this dance?" The Doctor extended his hand and she took it.

"What was that song from the future? Oh! I got it," she pressed a button on her phone and Mitski started playing.

The two of them embraced each other sweetly, swaying gently around the TARDIS control room.

"You know I... I... you know," he mumbled, still not quite ready to say the words he felt in his hearts.

"I know, and I do too," Gallifrey whispered.

"Good, then we're in agreement. I wouldn't be the man I am today without you, our lives have been intertwined forever now."

She nodded and rested her head on his chest, singing the lyrics for him quietly:

"Moon, tell me if I could send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you? Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine. Nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love mine, all mine, all mine."

"I like that. Mine all mine all mine..." The Doctor repeated softly. "Are you scared? Of dying?"

"I think you might be more scared of me dying than I am."

"That's true, I never wanted to- get attached because humans come and go, you get old and you start losing your memories, yourselves... then you die. And I'm left here, life after life after life."

"But with me you're taking the risk? You're accepting this pain?"

"I'd do it all over again if it meant I'd get this time with you. Even if it would only last a day, a week, a month... You're worth it. The pain of losing you one day is not greater than the pain of never having you at all."

His brown eyes were shining with sadness but also hope. Loving someone is like ripping your heart out of your chest and accepting someone else can choose what happens to it.

"To answer your question, I am not that scared of dying. I hope it feels like when you're a child and fall asleep on the couch after school so your mum carries you to bed and you wake up there. I hope Death is like a gentle old friend." Gallifrey explained. "She'll take my hand and guide me to you."

"To me?"

"You know, Doctor, I also need to cope with losing you several times. I know you'll regenerate over and over right in front of me and there's nothing I can do. And even though I will always love you no matter who you become, this is my Doctor. You, Ten. You're the Doctor I wanted to spend my life with."

"I see... I'm so sorry, Gal."

"Don't be, I dream that when I die, my handsome Ten will take my hand and we'll run to our home near the beach. Our two dogs will be waiting and we can just be us, no more regeneration or dangerous adventures, just us."

"Is that what you think heaven is like? Sitting on a porch with me?" The Doctor frowned. "I wish I could give you what you want, I wish there was someone else who could do what I do. I'd stay as the tenth Doctor for you for a million years even if I go completely mad having to stay in one place for the rest of my life."

"I know, but I don't resent you. I know the Doctor's job is to travel around the universe protecting everyone. And I'll be your companion until I can no longer do my job."

2023: UNIT Headquarters in London

"Shooting ducks... who is next?" The Toymaker pointed the galvanic beam at each of the ladies. "The companion, the soldier, the scientist, the orphan... the wife," he smirked at Gallifrey.

"Your fight is with me!" The Doctor shouted, enraged by the idea of losing anyone else. "And you owe me! One more ga-"

Before he could finish, the Toymaker struck him with the beam right in the chest.

"DOCTOR!" Gallifrey cried. "No! I'm not ready, I'm not ready! I don't wanna say goodbye to my Doctor!"

"I played the first game with one Doctor, I played the second game with this Doctor, therefore your own rules have decreed. I play the third game with the next Doctor!" The Toymaker announced.

Without thinking of any consequence, Gallifrey ran to her husband's side. "Kill me, make me into a puppet, I don't care! This is the last time I'm seeing the man I fell in love with!"

Donna and Melanie followed, they didn't want him to die alone, even if it wasn't really a death.

"I'm so sorry, Gal..." The Doctor looked at his wife with a pained expression as she held his hand. "This isn't dying, but I know how much it'll hurt you. I know you always say it doesn't matter, but please still love me even if I'm insanely ugly."

"You can never be ugly, Doc, not to me," she sobbed, trying to take in every detail of his face.

"I'll miss the way you look at me when I'm like this."

"Don't worry about me, I love all your faces. I love all of you," she assured. "Fingers crossed you come ginger this time."

"It's time, here we go again," the Doctor gave her one last kiss from the lips she adored so much. "Allons-y."

But then... instead of regenerating, he just stood there, feeling rather strange and a little foolish. Gallifrey looked at Donna, who shrugged, just as confused.

"Doc, what's going on?" Gallifrey cried.

"Could you... pull?" He asked.

"Could we what?" Donna looked at him with a disgusted grimace.

"Just pull, pull from each side, all of you. It feels different this time."

Melanie and Donna did as he asked, pulling his left arm while Gallifrey did the same with the right. At first, it seemed like a stupid effort, but then the unimaginable happened.

The Doctor divided himself into two. The man that sprouted from her husband was tall, had dark skin and short hair, the most beautiful smile.

"What?" Donna and Gallifrey murmured almost in unison.

"What?" The Toymaker winced.

"No way..." Fifteen pulled his other arm out and for a moment they shared their bottom half.

"You're me," Fourteen gasped.

"No, I'm me. I think I'm really really me," Fifteen smiled. "I'm completely me! Now don't just stand there, push!"

When the two Doctors separated, they ran into each other's arms and hugged like brothers.

"What is happening?" Gallifrey stared at them in disbelief.

"Bigeneration! I've bigenerated, Gal!" Fifteen took her in his arms and spun her around. "There's no such thing, it's supposed to be a myth, but look at me! What do you think, my beautiful?"

"I think you look gorgeous!" She admitted, placing her hand on his chest while his hands explored her as much as they could in front of such a big audience.

"Hey! That's my wife you're fondling!" Fourteen yelped.

"She's also my wife," Fifteen smirked before stealing a kiss.

"Aw my sweetheart is jealous!" Gallifrey took Fourteen's hand. "Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around."

"He comes in a range of colors then?" Donna chuckled.

"Right! Have you ever been black before?" Gallifrey asked.

"No, not that I remember... how exciting!" Fifteen grinned.

"If I can interrupt," the Toymaker called. "Behold the game of the Time Lords, a dummy who dies and doubles and dies and doubles... I could play this for a hundred years. I'd have vast meadows of Doctors dying over and over again and never get bored because-"

"I challenge you to a game!" Both Doctors said.

That was the trouble, there was still a game to be won to save the world. But with two against one it had to be easier, right?

Gallifrey could barely watch as the Doctors played catch against the Toymaker, the little ball flying from one hand to the other and always on the verge of falling. Until it did, it fell when the Toymaker couldn't catch it.

"As my prize I want you to be banished from existence," Fourteen asked before running into his wife's arms.

"You two are brilliant!" Gallifrey beamed with excitement. "But there's one thing you're forgetting, Fifteen also deserves a prize. And I think I know exactly what it could be."

She walked up to him and whispered in his ear to which he flashed her a smile.

"You, my love, are a genius!" Fifteen ran into the TARDIS and pulled a toy mallet from underneath one of the floorboards.

"What are you doing?" Fourteen asked as they all came out into the garage. "It's not a sexy prize, is it? I don't think I can deal..."

"What if the Toymaker's domain is still lingering? Just for a few seconds while we're in a state of play? Everybody stand back! Wish me luck."

"What for?"

"Heeeere's my prize..." Fifteen hit the side of the TARDIS with the mallet and another TARDIS appeared right beside the first.

"Oh dear," Fourteen breathed. "You know what that means, Gal?"

"What?" Gallifrey turned to him.

"There's someone who can do what I do," he smiled softly. "I can give you your paradise."

"Doctor! But- but you always said you'd go mad if you had to settle down."

"Ah you know how I am, I can always take the TARDIS for a little spin. We can visit anywhere you want, no more dangerous adventures. We can sit on that porch facing the beach and just be us. No more regeneration for a long long time."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life... I've spent so many years fighting all those battles and now I know what for. Let's go say goodbye."

Inside the new TARDIS it was pretty much like the old one, with the exception of a jukebox in the corner.

"Come here!" Fifteen hugged Fourteen, then Donna, then Gallifrey. "Look after him, you two... now if you don't mind there's a great big universe calling and I got to get going. So off you go, old man."

"You're the old man! You're older than me!" Fourteen gasped dramatically.

"Okay... kid. I love you, get out," he said before starting the controls.

"Let's go!" Gallifrey took her Doctor's hand and Donna's to get out before they got pulled into another crazy adventure.

When they left, the TARDIS was already whirring, preparing to take off.

"I don't suppose I've ever seen this before," the Doctor watched amazed.

"Where's he going?" Melanie asked.

"Everywhere," the Doctor murmured. "Now where are we going, Gal? California, Hawaii, Australia, the Caribbean?"

"I think I know the perfect place," Gallifrey smiled.

#doctor who #doctor who fanfic #canon x oc #david tennant fanfic #tenth doctor #tenth doctor fanfic #fanfic #au #oc

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embersofhope-if · 1 year

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IM SOOO HYPEEEEE OMG!! I cant waiiit: okey, now my fanboying phase has ended, lets talk about the characters:

Me, an intelectual, reading about Ash: YES, YESS, YESSS… NO, NOO, NOOOOOOOOOO

Why? WHY? You have like cero reasons to put Ash in the character section to make us hope, and then, kill that hipe without hesitation, like, chill bro. CHILL We haven't even started the story, you don't have to make us cry yet

Me, someone without capacity of preservation reading about Creon: red flag? YAASS QUEEN slay, red has always been a color that has suited me ��️🫦👁️ so i guess i have someone to simp in this story thanks! (you kill take away my healthy relationships? Okey, then the worst one must choose, i even dont know Ash, and yet i miss him :( my gay ass cant with so much angst) oh taht reminds me, I guess Mc can die, so, there will be Pov of our dearest when they see our death? Like, our family/Weaver/Creon? (And idk if we have someone else who worries about Mc HAHAHAA)

Weaver: Im SO curious about this character… i really don’t know what to say about them, but their concept can be soooo good and I really want to k ow more about them

Soren (daddy? Sorry, daddy? Sorry daddy? Sorry: This will be a complex character, or at least i think he will be, someone so stoic and a puppet of the Capitolio hated by his own people and yet so emotional about his child… uff, that makes me think one thing, why people choose mc to go and no their father? I mean, we are so hated? And if we are hated, is because our father or because we did things that makes the town so hateful towards Mc?

I mean, I guess choosing mc is a way to causing pain to the whole family, but if they don’t really hate Mc, or if Mc didn’t really make something to deserve all the hate, they could simply choose Soren to go, no?

Well, sorry for all the mumbling, im so hyped for this to come and well, I guess I got too excited, Do you have a schedule you want to follow or something like that? Thanks for your attention!! <3

yall are going to be so mad at me but i had originally planned for Ash to actually be alive and be Mcs lover back home, but then i decided that i wanted to make it sad and killed them. Oopsies🤭

The lack of faith you guys have in Mcs ability to win makes me laugh so much. They're not completely helpless guys they do have some skills. There will be other Povs throughout the story. Will they specifically be Mcs death? who knows (it's me I know)

And the people of District 8 couldn't vote Mcs Father into the games because hes over the age of 18. They're putting Mc in to hurt him and make sure he feels the pain and fear that they have all felt. Mc didn't do anything themselves to piss everyone off but they're the only one from the Vesper family who was young enough to actually participate in the games. If Mcs sister was still eligible they wouldve put her in too☝️

I don't have a schedule for this If rn I've been focused on writing chapter 2 for my other game. This one is more of a side project but I'm sure there will at least be a short demo out before the end of June. Or I could wait till July 4th and post it on reaping day😏

#thanks for the ask!#if you have any other ask feel free to send them in!#dont apologize for the rambling i like hearing everyones thoughts #soren vesper.#ash fairchild.#eldelosojosazulmar

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musashi · 10 months

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PLEASE PLEASE EXPLAIN CASE 3 OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS CAUSE I JUST. CANT GET THROUGH IT 😭😭 and i KNOW if i hear you talk about it ill make my way past but its. its literally the ONLY 3rd case ive gotten stuck on? with the other 2 games i was INVESTED in them but. for whatever reason the only highlight was that Dang Cafe and now its just. Going. and Going. i know that old pigeon feeding man is supposed to be Quirky but. i find him So. Boring.

oh god i dont know if i can do that one and make it interesting. recipe is so bad i hate every second of it

4 months prior to the events of the case local idiot loan shark furio tigre drove his moped into some goth chick's car. unfortunately the goth chick was also the daughter of a mob boss and she was majorly injured. mob boss was like youre gonna pay........ 1 MILLION dollars for her surgery. tigre was like bro

tigre started more or less using viola, pretended to be in love with her and take care of her when in reality he was just trying to get her dad to leave him alone.

hes still a loan shark so he did loan shark shit. he gave some homophobic gay french bitch money for his restaurant. there was also this programmer he hit up who made superviruses or some shit, one of which was super potent at data erasing and went for a pretty penny on the black market. homeboy also had a real bad gambling addiction

he went to the shitty french restaurant to meet with tigre about paying off his debt but LITERALLY SECONDS BEFORE TIGRE WAS ABOUT TO GET HIS HANDS ON THE VIRUS AS PAYMENT FOR THE DEBT. THIS BITCH WON THE LOTTERY. he literally won like five times the money he needed. so he had more than enough to pay off tigre. and tigre was like. god fucking damnit i need that virus or the mob is gonna assassinate me

so he just poisoned the bitch right there. the cutest waitress in the building (Maggey) saw shit go down and passed out. what can ya do

but then the french bitch was like alright whats all this then and tigre was like hiii <3 you owe me 500k sooooo you're gonna cover up this murder for me k boo? so they fucking just... moved the body into the kitchen along with maggey's unconscious ass... and then tigre DRESSED HIS ASS UP IN PROGAMMER DUDE'S CLOTHES... GOT HIS GOTH GF TO DRESS UP AS ONE OF THE WAITRESSES... AND RE-ENACTED THE WHOLE SCENE EXCEPT WITH GOTH BITCH SPIKING THE DRINK. LITERALLY JUST TO ESTABLISH A WITNESS AND FRAME MAGGEY. A DUDE WHO HAD WANDERED IN FOR COFFEE AND TITS.

'wouldnt he have realized that it wasn't maggey when he saw her in court' no because he was a horny old man who only looks at women's bodies. that's literally the plot point.

but yknow tigre had to really REALLY cover his tracks to make sure maggey took the fall for the murder he did so........... HOMEBOY DRESSED UP AS PHOENICHOLAS L. WRIGHT ATTORNEY AT LAW AND FAKED HIS IDENTITY AND 'DEFENDED' MAGGEY IN COURT AND BY THAT I MEAN HE DID AN ABSOLUTE DOGSHIT JOB ON PURPOSE TO GET HER A DEATH SENTENCE

gumshoe kicks the door down like 'ill fucking KILL you' and phoenix is like?????? HUH??? WHAT DID I DO???

some other stuff that happens:

maya channels mia just to use her tits

CUTE WAITRESS MAYA MAYA IN THE WAITRESS OUTFIT LITTLE MAYA SO SO CUTE

does anyone even care at all about a maya fey so small

in the anime maya directly references the 'bone apple teeth' meme. she literally says the words bone apple teeth out loud.

maya maya maya

there's a scene where godot submits a white apron as evidence and its got a giant ketchup stain on it and the whole court is like uhhhh dude is that blood? and hes like. what. is what blood. and theyre like. dude can you not see it? and hes like NOT SEE WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?

this scene, which is like 5 seconds, contains a MAJOR PLOT REVELATION THAT IS SUPER IMPORTANT LATER, and it is the only reason that this case is unskippable. if you took that little tiny bit out, this case would be worthless filler with nothing to offer.

except maya in the waitress outfit.

long live the lesbians.

#wendy answers #mitsusoup #here! bone apple teeth to you mon sewer!#wendy rambles #wendy explains

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yearningandpatheticaboutit · 2 years

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"His name is Yunho. But everyone knows him as Dirty Ho. He usually distributes the 105ths drugs, but he switched sides and now he's becoming a problem for my boss. I need to kick his ass basically."

The way San explains so casually you'd think he was explaining the weather. I try to absorb the information as we prowl the dark streets of what my parents would call the slums. I hang tightly onto his arm as we walk, scared that if I let go I'd just be yanked out of existence by the strange people we passed.

"You're not going to kill him, are you?" I wonder aloud. San doesn't answer me. So my nerves worsen for the rest of the walk.

We end up behind what looks like the yard of a chicken restaurant. The rusted metal gate stands half open and San confidently goes inside, and my grip on his arm completely severs as he escapes my hold.

I follow after him like a lost puppy, my heartbeat in my ears. I feel like I'm sweating even though I'm freezing up.

San walks to a backdoor and kicks it hard, making it burst open. Inside the restaurant are a group of men around a table, playing dominoes. The smell of smoke is heavy, with every one of them having a cigarette between their lips. Their eyes are sharp as they look at us, and a particular man gets up and smiles at us.

I take one look at him and already know he's Yunho. He's handsome, his black hair curly and his white shirt open at the collar, giving a peak at his immodest chest. This feels like the wrong time to check out a gangster.

"Lucky, what brings you here?" He says with a smile, swinging the cigarette off his lips.

Lucky? Who the hell is Lucky?

Yunho's eyes fall on me skeptically. "That's not Woo. New recruit?"

"That's not your problem," San cuts him off with a cold voice I've never heard before. "You have stuff that belongs to Miss A."

Yunho lets out a chuckle. "It's not even month end? Is this really how Miss A is operating now? Not a good look."

San lets his arm swing loose, exposing the crowbar in his hand. "She gave you 7k worth of Special K and you turned around and started working for the Black Dragons. Give back what you owe."

Yunho sighs and rolls his eyes, smacking one of the men next to him. "Who the fuck snitched?" He screams, making them jump.

San remains unmoving. I'm waiting for him to make a move and its putting me on edge.

"You know she's going to kill you, right?" San tells him, tilting his head. "If you give her the money, she might spare your life. Don't make anymore stupid choices, Yunho. You already made her lose face."

"The Black Dragons pay me three times her commission," Yunho says with a tight smile. "Its not betrayal, its a smart business move."

"Tell that to her when you see her."

San throws the crowbar in Yunho's direction, but he quickly dodges, running behind one of his men. Yunho screams an order before disappearing into the restaurant, causing his men to get up and attack San.

Oh god, they're attacking San.

The five men all jump at him at once. I back into the wall, breathing hard and unsure of what to do. I find a mop and broom in the corner as everything unfolds, running towards it.

I kick the stick in half, causing me to have two baton-like weapons. I turn and see San getting folded over a counter, with them about to pull the metal door onto his body.

"Yaera!" He yells at me through choked words. "Crowbar!"

The crowbar is on the floor behind the table. I slide over it to get the weapon, only to be shoved into the wall from the side. My action movie moment ends abruptly when I'm tackled to the floor and a gangster throws his fist across my face, making my eyes water and dark spots start to cloud my vision.

I go dumb and dizzy as he hits me with three more, and I taste the warmness of blood in my mouth. He's suddenly thrown off of me by a hard clang, and I see San blurrily beating the shit out of him with a crowbar.

I force myself up and push onto the table. A guy tries to grab my collar from the back and instinctively I latch onto his arm and throw him over my shoulder. He lands on the table, breaking it in half.

My breath is harsh as I look up and see San getting dogpiled by the final three left standing. I run into the fight without thinking, swinging my two sticks onto the back of the first gangster. He whines out and spins around, catching my wrist as I try to hit him again.

I try to pull out of his grip, but he throws a fist into my face, having me spin to the floor. Its hard, hitting my cheek and drawing tears. I push off the floor, only to get my back stepped on harshly. Before I know it, I'm the one getting jumped.

Pain is coming from all sides. I close my eyes thinking it'll stop. I'm left to curl into a ball and endure, until it abruptly halts.

"FUCKING! ASSHOLES!" I hear San scream and see blood splattering in the corner of my eye. San is beating one of the guys heads in with the crowbar. I blink dumbly for a few seconds, regaining myself. Then I ger up and grab his arm, my eyes horrified at the gruesome scene.

The guy is twitching on the floor, blood pouring from his head. San is going to kill him, which is exactly why I try everything to pull him out of there.

"We need to fucking go!" I tell him, unable to stop my voice from trembling as I drag him down the street. San pauses in the middle of the pavement and looks at me, his face stained with spotches of blood and bruises.

"He got away," he says emotionlessly. "Yunho."

"Please...can we just go back to your apartment and sort this out," I beg. "If the police find us here...or if anyone sees us...we won't be able to explain, okay? So let's just go."

San actually listens to me, making my heart slam against my ribcage a little less violently. I still have the broomsticks curled between my fists, unable to let go because my bloody prints are on them.

San notices this after a few minutes of us just heavily breathing in silence. "You should burn those," he nods to the sticks. "Let's go to a dumpster. Do you have a lighter?"

I nod and we duck into an alleyway, where San tosses the sticks inside. I pull out the cheap Mickey Mouse lighter I got online and toss it into the dumpster. Everything collectively starts burning and San and I leave when smoke starts to accumulate.

***

Soon we're back in San's apartment, both messes of people, both alive. I'm not a genius, but I figure out that this isn't how things were meant to pan out.

I don't know what to do with myself. I'm on San's bed, my head is pounding and I can't think straight with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. San's sitting by his work desk, hoodie off with his shirt hanging off his shoulder, blood and bruises all over him. We can't stop staring at each other and its scary.

"Are you going to be okay?" I ask him. They made him eat a cigarette, I can't imagine what they'll do to him now. I can't even lie, I'm fucking terrified for him.

"That's not your worries," San says lowly. I sigh. "Yunho won't last long. He's going to die eventually. He was Miss A's ketamine distributor. My guess is he'll be tortured to death. She'll probably toss his body into the Atlantic."

The grizzly images popping into my head send shivers down my spine. San gets up and goes to his room, coming out with money rolled up. He stands over me, holding the bills out.

"What?" I ask dumbly. "It's not the end of the month yet. You're paying me already?"

San's face is beaten and weary as he sighs. "This is the money you gave me."

"Why are you giving it back?"

"Go home, Yaera."

"What?" I shoot up from the bed, brushing against his chest as I face him. "Why? I know tonight didn't go as planned but that isn't my fault."

"I never said it was," he replies coldly. "But I can't do this. I can't let you into this. It's too dangerous."

I bite down on my teeth, hurting my entire face and making me wince. "I'm not scared, San. I'm not fucking scared and you don't have to let me do anything. I need to do this. Whether you like it or not."

"Hey!" San explodes in my face, but I don't flinch. His eyes narrow in extreme annoyance. Even though I just saw him almost kill a man, I have no idea why I'm not scared. My heartbeat quickens, and its not due to fear.

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" He asks me harshly. Then, as if to prove a point, he drags me by the arm and forces me into his bathroom, where he stands behind me and points at my reflection in the mirror.

"Look at what they did to your face," he shakes his head incredulously. I stare with wide eyes, absorbing my frame.

My mouth is busted. My lips are cracked and bleeding and a nasty bruise is birthing itself on my left cheek. My hair looks like it got into a fight with a wind. Overall, I look like a crackwhore who stole from a dealer and paid for it.

"So?" I muster an indifferent voice. I still don't know why he's doing this. "I can deal with it, so why can't you?"

"You still wanna do this?" He scoffs in disbelief. "Is what you want really worth all this?"

I turn around and face him, our chests brushing as our eyes meet in a fiery stare off. "It's the first job and it went shit. But you're taking this harder than I am. If you're chicken shit, stop projecting it. Yeah, I got beat up. I didn't expect this to be easy. So why don't you stop blowing this out of proportion?" I tell him irritably.

"I'm blowing this out of proportion?" He repeats with a glare. "Do you care about your life at all? Do you want something worse to happen? Why can't you just—"

"I don't get why this is suddenly a big problem for you?" I interrupt him with a glare of my own. "You made it clear you don't care if I live or die. You told me the choice was mine so why aren't you letting me live with it?"

San pokes his cheek with his tongue, a scowl creasing into his features. "Well sorry if I don't want to leave a family completely childless just because their daughter is fucking reckless and wants part of a life she has no place in." He bites.

His words make me widen my eyes with realization. A humorless chuckle escapes me as they sink in.

Completely childless family.

I eye him with a false smile. "Of course," I shake my head and laugh. "Let me guess, you found out what happened to my sister?"

San's angered expression visibly dilutes into something else. He can't even look at me now, which makes me laugh harder.

I'm so angry I can't bear to be in the same proximity as him. I storm out of the bathroom and he follows me with the same temper.

"Of course" I mutter dryly, stopping in the kitchen. "I wondered why you were suddenly looking at me weirdly. Whole time that look was fucking laced with pity. You find out about my dead sister and all of a sudden you care about my safety. I didn't know you were so fucking sensitive."

I'm angry. I'm fuming actually, because the boy I like is giving me the look I've received from countless people whose opinions I never cared about. My teachers. My therapist. Random people I've met who knew what happened. My image in his eyes is tainted.

I'm just some broken girl who's seen as fragile because of her other half's tragic ending.

Why am I so angry? Maybe because now I'll never be perceived the way I want to be. People can lie all they want and say trauma doesn't change who you are as a person. But it does. It changes the way they look at you. Especially men.

Like right now, San is looking at me like I'm a broken doll. He'll never be able to look past what he knows, and he has barely even scratched the surface. Once people have seen your vulnerabilities, that's all you'll ever be. You'll never be able to escape it, no matter how hard you try.

I whip around to face him. "I preferred it when you just looked at me like you hated me," I say bitterly, feeling myself trembling. My skin is so hot I feel as though I'm boiling. "At least it was better than this."

"Yaera—" he mutters and tries to move closer but I snap.

"Don't fucking start with that saviour complex bullshit," I quickly shut him down. "Because it's true, isn't it? You only feel bad or sympathy now because you know a fraction of something about me. This is why I didn't tell you anything. I hate that stupid look."

"I don't need fixing. I am not what happened to me, okay? I'm just me. Those things never happened. I'm not some rich girl whose sister got murdered. I'm just fucking Yaera."

San's eyes are narrowed with disbelief, as if he can't believe what he's hearing. I bet he expected me to cave and cry and be a little mess infront of him.

"You're talking about this so calmly, as if your sister isn't dead," he shakes his head with a scoff. "There has to be something wrong with you."

If I didn't like him so much I'd definitely punch him in his stupid face.

A laugh bursts out of me without my control and San's glare is worsening. "San, do you know what year it is? Do you know how long she's been dead? Two years. And you're lecturing me now?"

San blinks stupidly, still trying to maintain his glare but it's clear he didn't realize so much time has passed. Fucking moron.

"I had two years to grieve," I seethe through my teeth. "If you pulled your head from your ass you would have known. It's not like we've gone to the same school for four years or anything."

San is hopelessly stunned, his face still in a pathetic scowl but this time it's directed at himself. I take a deep breath and exhale my urge to rip out his jugular, deciding it was best to bury this stupid segment once and for all.

"Now if you're over whatever episode you were having, can we talk about the gang?"

San turns around without ever looking at me again. I ball my hands into fists and release them hopelessly when he retreats into his room with a slam of his door. I fall down onto his bed and dig my nails into my palms till the familiar feeling of warmth seeps between my fingers.

My phone buzzes under the pillow and I check it. There's a message flashing on my screen from my father, telling me my shoot is at seven am tomorrow morning.

For once I was glad to be able to leave this place, because I despise the way I feel right now. And I never wanna feel like this ever again.

***

My alarm goes off the next morning after I have the worst sleep of my life. My face is puffy and feels like a brick collided with it. I drag myself to San's bathroom and get into the shower to prepare for the dreadful day ahead.

I wet my hair, and because of my genes, it immediately starts curling down my back. When I'm done I check myself in the mirror and sigh. My cheek is swollen as hell, but it's nothing make up can't fix I guess.

I just need a good lie to feed my parents, because I know they'll cuss me out for messing up my face before a shoot.

When I get out of the bathroom, San waits, seated on the bed in a black tshirt and grey sweatpants. I pause in the doorframe, surprised that he's awake this early.

"Did I wake you?" I wonder. I want to drown after the fight last night comes flooding back to me. I won't deny that I tried to push it far out of mind.

"No, I was studying all night," he mutters, struggling to hold eye contact. "Sit down if you want to know about what happened last night."

I slowly move to the bed and sink down beside him. The atmosphere feels thick and overbearing, my nerves are twisted from awaiting his answers.

"It was not my place to snap on you last night," he admits with reluctance. "You're right. You made your choice and I have to live with it. You invested and you should get to know this business according to your own comfortability."

It sounds like he's apologising. The lack of mention of my family or anything of the sort is comforting. I warm up as he shifts his body toward me.

"You want me to be honest? I will be. Anything you want to know about this job or field, go for it."

What I want to know is San. His relationship with this gang, the stakes he has against him and what he plans to do about them. But I can't voice this because I know it's not my place either. I'm just his partner in crime, nothing else.

Why is my brain making this so complicated?

I'm angry inside. I hate that he knows about me and I don't have the slightest clue about him.

"Just want to know what's going to happen next and if you will be okay," I say after a long while of being trapped in intrusive thoughts. I pick at my hands and the burning sensation of my wounds are still present.

"The Black Dragons are a rival gang. The people Yunho betrayed us for," San starts. "Yunho's a club owner, so he distributes what my boss gives him under the guise of his business. One of her informants found out he's been handing over the 105ths profits to the Black Dragons and he's under their protection now. I was actually supposed to deliver him back to the 105ths."

"Why would they entrust that to you alone?" My stomach twists a little thinking of how they would punish him."Will you be in big trouble for not catching him?"

San shrugs like it's no big deal. "Not likely. My boss will want more revenge. She'll probably send me out again to destroy one of the properties in Black Dragon territory."

I nod, feeling slightly better. If he isn't worried I guess I shouldn't be either. It's San after all.

San stares at me deeply again, which makes me scowl. "You're staring," I point out.

San shrugs again. "I'm just not used to you being so calm and quiet."

"I'm not rethinking this if that's what you're wondering," I tell him assuredly. "I'm very certain in this."

"Yeah, I know," I don't miss the tinge of disappointment in his voice. It drives me insane but I don't want to fight again.

"What's your Instagram handle?" I pipe up, pulling out my phone. It's almost half past six, I'd need to leave and catch the bus really soon.

"How do you know I have an Instagram account?" San questions like I'm the stalker. I roll my eyes. Men.

"You mentioned it when you did your little background check on me," I snort. "Come on, don't be shy now. You already stalked my 'Victoria's Secret' ass page."

San clears his throat nervously, suddenly sitting up. His cheeks flush and he starts scowling embarrassedly again. Ah, there's the face I know and adore.

"I don't have an actual account. I-Its just a burner. I use it for memes..." he says, stammering in a way that makes me burst out laughing.

"Memes and stalking apparently," I tease. San does not take it lightly.

"Says you," he fires back. "You're the one who somehow got hold of my file, which is way worse."

Mmm, he's got me there.

"Well, I had to know about my favourite drug dealer, didn't I?" I joke, only to have his cheeks redden more. "Besides, I stalked you for knowledge. You stalked me out of spite and I know it."

San groans in the back of his throat and stands up abruptly. "Whatever, if this is over, you should get going. I know you have a shoot or something."

I get up and follow him as he strolls to the kitchen. San starts to put up a pot on the stove and I lean my head on his shoulder. He's making oats.

He stiffens as my chin rests on his shoulder and looks down at me questionably, but makes no move to shrug me off. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I sing lowly. "You still need to give me those free samples. I have models to impress."

"Oh, right," he sighs, leaving my chin cold as he leaves to go to his room.

San returns a few minutes later with a small ziplock packet with about seven pink pills in. "These are called Rosie Posies," he lifts it to my face. "The high is moderate. The symptoms of crashing are depressing at best. Only highly addictive if you've got so self control. Gives a lot of weightloss, shitty memory, nausea-"

"No need to tell me the terms and conditions. I'm not the one getting high on em'," I interrupt and take the little bag. "Besides, I bet anyone who handles cocaine can handle a little pink pill, right?"

San eyes me suspiciously but says nothing. "My shoot will probably end in the afternoon, will you be home?" I ask him.

"I'm going to see my boss, but I'll be home. But hey...don't you have your own house?" He wonders, making me roll my eyes.

"I just adore your company so much, so I will be coming by again," I grin widely. "Plus, we need to talk about plans and money. And if you're so tired of your house, we can go out to eat somewhere."

"I don't have money," he says.

"Are you really broke?"

"I don't have money to spend on things like that."

"Well, I do," I strut to the door and shove the pills in my pocket. I toss a look over my shoulder and blow him an air kiss while San blankly stares. "See you later. We'll go to a cafe, bye!"

I close the door behind me, slipping my shoes on outside. The birds are chirping and the autumn air is really kicking in. I stroll down his apartment hall at a leisurely pace, making my way to the elevator.

It opens when I get there, a tall, scruff wearing all black nearly walks me out of the way. He whips around as I stumble into the elevator, his eyes lazy and flat as they bore onto me.

I don't apologize at all, but I feel a twist in my stomach as his eyes zoom in on my uniform and school name. They then drift up to my face and I steady my gaze, trying not to feel intimidated.

The lift door closes as the man smirks and heads the other way. Is he a tenant? He looked way too rough to just be an ordinary tenant. I know this is a shady part of town, but something nags on me that that man is on his way to San.

Did he recognize my uniform? Should I go back? What if he's in trouble?

I gulp and start dialing his number. San picks up on the first ring. Thank God.

"Yeah?" He answers, sounding distracted. He's alive at least.

"I just saw someone shady enter your building. Are you okay?" I ask worriedly.

San pauses for a moment. "Yeah, I'll talk to you about it later. See you."

He hangs up without giving me another word in. So that guy was on his way to San, because if he wasn't, San would have mentioned that he didn't see the guy. But instead he sounded distant and distracted, watching his words as though to not give anything away.

I know people can't know about our partnership, so he must have answered neutrally to mask it. I calm my nerves and leave the building, jogging to the bus stop.

#ateez angst #ateez imagines #choi san angst #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #choi san #choi san fluff #san angst #gang au

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hello :) so, in witd we see that jasper wanted to k-word himself, but he ended up changing his mind. he didn't give alice any details about it, but why exactly he decided not trying it anymore since he was so depressed and miserable? (not that wanted him to die, please i'm in love with that murder) and also, what edward could've said to him to make him go back home?

i hope i'm not being insensitive, it's a genuine thought i had. back when i was reading it, i was in a very shitty time of my life and having such a good story with such relatable characters was a scape from a lot of dark thoughts. i like to think that your story helped me through this

I absolutely adore you for sending this message but I need you to know that reading 'k-word' on tumblr makes me laugh so hard. baby you can say kill its okay. and I, too, love that murderer <3

the scene where they talk about this is in chapter seventeen (after all the subpar smut lmfao) and Jasper talks about it a little bit:

[spoilers for WitD and further suicide discussion under the cut! xox]

“How did he change your mind?” Alice was relieved her voice didn’t crack, because she felt dangerously close to crying. She knew she’d owed Esme for being the saving grace to Jasper originally, but now she owed Edward for rescuing him from death itself.

“He… didn’t. Not really. I was more embarrassed that I’d been found out. There was no big explosion or,” he made a face, “emotional conversation or anything of the sort. I don’t even know if he knew why he was stopping me. He just kept saying ‘don’t, don’t do it, stop’.” There was silence for a few seconds. “It was a quiet run home. Then he reported what happened back to Carlisle, and they had me watched very closely after that.”

that's really all there is to it if we're trying to keep things simple! there were no declarations that "no you belong with us!" or "I promise it gets better!" from edward because it's not in his or jasper's nature to have a conversation like that with the other one. when it comes down to it the only thing that kept jasper alive that night was a knee-jerk decision from edward, who had realized almost too late where jasper was heading and what that meant

edward could have just as easily decided against chasing jasper down to stop him. he could have veeeeery easily let jasper fly off to limerick and do what he set out to do (kill himself) but something in edward decided that night "no, thats not going to be what happens here" and he decided to step in. any number of motivations could have caused that decision, but what matters is that its the decision edward came to, and thank god, am I right?

in fiction—and in real life too!—there doesn't have to be a grand gesture or confession of love from person to person in order to change someones mind or force them to pause in a self-destructive act. sometimes its as simple as being like "don't do it" and the resulting embarrassment that results can make someone abandon an elaborate plan to kill themselves. distraction is a very powerful thing

as for my call of the night-verse jasper, I think the fact that it was edward that stepped in instead of one of the more sympathetic characters is what made all the difference in jasper's mind. rosalie I think, too, could've probably stopped him in this universe, but edward was the perfect one plot-wise because of what jasper says before the above quote:

"[...] Edward—Edward, who hadn’t let Jasper spend any time alone with Bella for years afterward, Edward, who was the one person to know how truly dangerous Jasper was, Edward, who knew every single one of the things Jasper had done because he could see it in his head—had been the one to reach out and stop him.

if the dude who has seen your most heinous crimes play out in your memories is telling you to stop while you're on a little suicide adventure, you're probably going to stop. even if its just to let yourself become confused and embarrassed enough that the distraction of his interruption ruins your plans in their tracks!

hope this cleared some things up!!! I never want to over-explain when I'm writing the actual story so if there's ever anything that you read in my fic that you personally want me to explain more, feel free to ask away!!!! <3

#cotn #witd

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The visual concept and her aesthetic these past few months along with the album title screams dark academia but some of the song titles are very genz slang like down bad and loml with a sprinkle of aave which ngl I'm side eyeing so idk even k ow what it's gonna sound like. There was a leakes rumored writing credits list and Aaron is on a few songs which makes me happy and florence Welch too which is amazing bcs she is a lm amazing g writer too. That aside I feel like it's gonna be a little introspective too bcs long relationships usually don't end just bcs of one person or one reason, this is where we disagree bcs I don't think the break up was bcs of Joe not supporting her but bcs they just wanted different things ( and Joe has supported her and talked about her but swifties like to change history). One think I do hope this time is we all know including taylor that swifites are going to go ferel hating on Joe and his family so I hope she does make a statement just asking fans not to do that like she did for John mayor. I just think that sending death threats to someone for a breakup which isn't even ours is weird,

tbh taylor has liked using more youthful slang in her craft so i am not at all surprised by down bad and loml (also knowing her the songs’ meanings will most likely be different from the common meanings of those expressions) 🤷🏻‍♀️ i saw the credit leaks going around too but i didn’t see sources so i wouldn’t trust them, especially cause jack and aaron being involved is pretty obvious, and i think the probability of taylor and florence collabing on multiple songs is high considering their styles seems to match well and taylor is a fan!

and i have not seen swifties harassing anyone lol all they do is make jokes about him being broke and jobless fshshsh if he can’t that he needs to change job idk! and i honestly don’t care about him because i am here for taylor and she’s the one i care about, so if he hurt her he can get fucked as far as i’m concerned and i won’t care about who did what ❤️

#anonymous #sophie ask

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So surprise suprise another RSD/I don’t know what people want from me rant. I know I always seems to be complaining about my RSD but a series of things happened this past week that just really set it off, like the worst it’s been, and I just, I just need to get this out, I need write it down even if it makes no sense or it’s just going to fester and make me even sadder

So Wednesday “friend” at work J1 was (I will say it was jokingly) like oh don’t talk to J2, and when I ask why, he was like ‘I’m trying to plan a dinner for C’s birthday with J2, D and myself, like we did for j2’s birthday (which didn’t know about that) and she’s being difficult’…. A dinner I wasn’t invited to btw lol, and when I pointed oh this is like the ice cream incident (where they went to the gelato place literally doors down from work one day on a day I wasn’t working, despite me saying hey I wanna go we should go one day), he laughed Because he thought I was joking and then wondered why I was in a mood the rest of the day

And like every week, well 98% of every time we work a Saturday together I’m getting two of those 4 a juice from our favourite place that I walk to and then back to work because I finish before them, and the other 2 when I grab lunch I’ll get them chips or share mine or my nuggets but I can’t get a dinner invite? It just hurts alittle

Like i understand they can do things as their own little group but like don’t complain to me about someone being difficult about plans and then laugh when i point out ‘oh hey another thing you guys are doing that I’m not invited to’ when we’re supposed to be friends but your constantly doing things and not inviting me.

And Saturday/Sunday another “friend” from work who start of the year made all these promises of what we were going to do this year (none of which we’ve done, we’ve hung out 2times that wasn’t a concert and one was to get an outfit for a concert and the other to see a concert movie), made the joke ‘oh your going somewhere without me” when I said i was going to something Saturday night the very rare time I have had plans, despite her originally being INVITED when the plans were made (she didn’t actually acknowledge the offer at the time)…. Went to the beach and didn’t invite me like people wonder why they don’t here from me much or make the “joke” I don’t leave my house

Oh and The kicker to Saturday night?? she already had plans!? But complained because I didn’t invite her to mine which again she was, and then the next day goes to the beach and not a word 😶. But if it’s a concert she wants to go to? Oh I’m the first person she messages, cause I get the tickets and don’t ask for the money straight away because I’m an idiot and talking money makes me uncomfortable.

And to round it all off, My own mother, who I’ve barely had any contact with since like Feb? Last year (Due to various reasons growing up but especially due to how I found out about a death in the family) is in Fiji. I can barely get a text for Christmas/my birthday, haven’t gotten a present in years But she can put money in to get my brother a dog for his birthday and now apparently an overseas holiday, And not to forget She owes me a couple thousand she ‘borrowed’. How do I find out she in Fiji? A phone call? A voice mail?, hell a text? Nope I find out from her posting on facebook

I’m just sick of being too much for people, too loud, too focused on the “wrong things”, I message too much, I’m too weird, but at the same time I’m too quiet, I don’t message enough, I don’t speak up enough, I’m not enough to actually spend time with and go do things with

Like It makes me want pull back from my online communities, I mean shit I’ve haven’t been active in the discord groups in I’m for months (and the thought of trying to literally scares me), and pull away from my online friends because like if people in my real, day to day life don’t want to do things with me or interact with me, why would my online friends? Which I know isn’t true I know it but that thought is hella loud

#oh look #it’s carlee complaining about RSD… again #rant #word vomit #I just need to get these thoughts out #I need to put them somewhere cause my brain hurts #I just want to be enough for people #rsd things #rejection sensitivity

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cyarsk52-20 · 10 months

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and even then, if you do tell them every detail, traumatoze yourself, harm yourself - they STILL gon tell you aint nothing happened and to straighten up your face. fuck em. For real!

You give them every detail and until they find any little piece of information to discredit they'll keep saying they "need more information."

And then they still don’t believe you even if you share your trauma and then when it’s revealed that they are right this whole time they wanna say I’m sorry I believe you know like unalive yourself fuck yall go to hell for heaven sake how fucking dare you doubt her! If you don’t terminate yourself before I terminate you aka k word yourself before I k word you.

I want to be very clear: #CarleeRussell & her family do not owe anyone anything.

Y’all seem to think you own her because you shared a tweet about her being missing. She’s home. She’s safe. Mind your business

You want to know everything about someone who is recovering from a horrible and traumatic experience when they don’t owe you shit but if there’s trauma porn of police brutality you wanna avoid it like the plague cause you’re having visions of your sons getting choked, shot or beaten to death screaming their last words “mother!” Do you want trauma porn or your outraged by it? Are you angry at it or your horny? What’s being aroused, your rage or your privates?

Also you lack all compassion and empathy if you think, for one second, that a family trying to get the word out to find her, means you’re entitled to their business.

Kindness and compassion are not transactional. No one owes you; especially not for a retweet.

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Kamiko and Minori are kind of this fangan's naegiri or maybe kuzuhina the way Rian and Alice are its saimatsu, in terms of personalities (Kamiko is cold, calculating and mean, Minori is determined and hardworking but not naively positive, Rian is uncertain of himself, though he's more emotional than Shuichi, and Alice, while more emotionally distant than Kaede, is kind and positive)

Kamiko is basically the cold, shielded person I've told you about before, but I don't think I've explained Minori, so a quick rundown: she has a very "driven by sheer force of will" personality. She's brave, outgoing and analytical, but also compassionate and always willing to help. She basically felt as though everyone around her was just letting things go to shit without closure or justice, so she got her start as a detective by solving a missing person case in her area, successfully proving the victim had been kidnapped by his abusive girlfriend but may have still been alive, and giving the police her findings saved the boy. Minori was renowned as a massive hero, especially for the way she promised the boy he didn't owe her anything for saving him but that she couldn't stand the refusal to "dwell on the bad" like that wasn't almost all there was. She isn't an optimist, really, but she wants to believe she can fix things, and she fears being helpless more than anything, even death.

Minori's hardworking personality endears her to Kamiko, who challenges her to push herself harder as Minori does to her. They develop a mutually beneficial relationship that grows into infatuation, as Minori is either really bad at hiding her attraction to Kamiko or just doesn't care (she's bad at it.) Kamiko, however, feels like she can't grow attached to someone else, because focusing on anything but her academic talent will cause her to stumble and fall and lose everything. Minori thinks if anything, anything at all, she deserves to have the one normal teenage experience of falling in love, which kind of drives a rift in their relationship that comes through in Minori's frustration with those around her, as after chapter 2 she has a completely justified meltdown, screaming at everyone that they're all idiots dooming themselves to their own deaths with their selfishness, which is especially directed at Kamiko and Heiran. With a proper understanding of Minori's character, that whole sequence becomes really upsetting. Especially with the notion that the stress of it all literally makes her physically ill as she's later found in one of the bathrooms throwing up. It's literally so much, she puts herself through so fucking much trying to save everyone else.

The real tragedy is, though, after chapter 2, she realizes how deep this whole thing runs. It makes it apparent that she is not going to find the mastermind and make it out alive, and she has to tread carefully to make sure the others don't die because of her. She withdraws and is unsure, just trying to get from day to day without telling anyone she's on the verge of giving up. The fear of giving up is her only driving force, and she wants to make sure she does something, anything- it's the only reason she can survive. If she ever stopped moving, if she ever stopped trying, she may as well die- and she probably would. It would be a slow and painful death on so many levels, so she keeps pressing forward, keeps searching, keeps fighting, keeps watching over everyone. She's quick to forgive Kamiko after she's apologized to Masumi for her behavior, not wanting to hold grudges. She doesn't want to be complicit in anything bad happening to Kamiko because she didn't care enough. She has to help everyone, she tells herself. She has to save them. Is she supposed to just look away from the bad? She fucking can't. She has to save them.

The last three nights before her death, she sleeps with Kamiko. Not in a suggestive sense, in a literal one. It happens simply- Minori knocks on her door gently just before nighttime, and despite Kamiko's hesitation to attachment, she agrees to let Minori share a room with her. One night, then the next, then the next, and then on the fourth she's gone. They find her floating in a water heater.

Kamiko burns her hands trying to fish her corpse out of the 130 degree water. She barely manages to grab her coat, but her clothes and hair are so waterlogged she can barely lift her at all, and can't get her out of the water. She only tries once before the pain is too much to bear. She's devastated, but can't show it. She refuses to show it. She can't give up. She can't stop moving. She can't stumble and fall now. She's already lost Minori, she can't risk figuring out what else she could possible have left to lose.

The nighttime announcement has gone off. They aren't allowed to investigate. Kamiko is a panicked mess, trying to figure out how to fix it. Every instinct in her body is telling her to retreat.

When she gives in to it, Rian walks her to her dorm. She loved Minori, she loved her so fucking much, but it wasn't enough. Minori's determination wasn't enough, Kamiko's love wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. It devastates Kamiko. All she fucking wants is to get Minori back.

Even years later in the sequel, Kamiko is suspected by other characters of being the mastermind looking to avenge Minori's death at the hands of everyone who failed to save her, leading to a scene that has lowkey crushed me to write where Kamiko, still emotionally repressed and just trying to move forward and live a better life, breaks down being reminded of it all, and admits she would have done anything she could to save her. Looking back on it, she wishes with everything in her that she'd just let her hands burn to useless wrecks to get Minori's corpse out of the water heater, or gone with her when she left early in the morning to help her, or just grabbed her by the arm and asked her to stay, but nothing, nothing will ever be enough, nothing will bring her back- Kamiko failed her, and nothing she could do would or could ever avenge her because Minori's death was her failure. She sees it as a failure, and she has held it against herself from the moment they opened the lid of that tank and found her body inside.

The devastation it causes her literally makes her contemplate suicide out of sheer grief. When Rian goes after Alice, she sees for a moment in the heat waves and the terror in Rian's eyes the night they found Minori dead. She sees herself in Rian's desperation, and sees Minori in the burning heat he runs back into to save Alice. It's why she stays. She can't run anymore. She can't evade and just try to survive. She has to be there. She'll wish for the rest of her life that she could have done that for Minori, her first real love, but she follows what Minori would have done in that moment.

In her future design, she wears a blue jacket similar to the green one Minori always wore. The loss weighs on her constantly. The memory hurts, but it comforts her. She knows she's lucky her hands weren't damaged by that one moment of stupidity she dodged out of- Alice and Rian, bearing possibly permanent burn scars, weren't as fortunate. She will forever wish she did. She doesn't want Minori to just be a memory, not yet. Sometimes it feels like she'll forever be that sixteen year old girl with braided hair, her face burning bright red an avoiding eye contact as Minori laughed, gently clasping Kamiko's hand in her own. Minori was everything to her. She has to move on, but she'll love her forever.

She watches the fire, begging to herself that Rian at least will come out. She can't leave. Her own bare-bones survival has taken backseat. She needs them.

I went from 😀 to 😦 so quickly, since I apparently forgot that this is a fan made Danganronpa-

I relate to Kamiko a lot, so that’s most likely why Minori’s body discovery got me fucked up, since if that happened to someone I loved that much, I would react almost exactly like Kamiko

#asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

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SARAH IS SEEKING PLOTS AT LOVE SCENARIO FOR THE FOLLOWING

amano mamiko . 21 . idol - sealight labels. a member of the group heavensent, she is trying to prove that she’s a vocal powerhouse, and that her dream of being part of the kpop world is the right one with the right mix of friends, bandmates and adventure.

arthur cattach . 33 . head of the trainee division - cm entertainment . runs the cm trainee program, giving him a huge say in who debuts and who doesn’t. looking for a friend to buck him up as he falls head over heels for sealight’s chief operations officer, trainees to guide...and keep away from his sister’s schemes to interfere with his lovelife

bak ara so ri . 26 . idol - sealight records . a member of the mature and sexy group emeralds, ara has put up many walls owing to a rough childhood. she seeks someone to bring down those walls and teach her that trust is not necessarily a bad thing...

dove rajumaat . 22 . idol - cm entertainment . a member of the coed group charmed, dove seeks her bandmates as they try to move on from the wounds caused by their survival show that lead to debut, bringing the two units into one and grow into a more confident person as she does so

kim min ju . 52 . ceo - eighty7 studios . min ju got to her position through hard work, constant vigilance and being the toughest member of the team. she runs her company with an iron fist and seeks like minded minions to help turn eighty7 into THE major label and production house of the industry...as well as her pampered and spoiled twins, the only people who see her softer side

long chun hua . 23 . idol - eighty7 studios . a former member of sealight’s major girl group, delilah, following the disbandment she tried her hand at a career in china before signing as a soloist with eighty7. the move caused a shake up as her wealthy and ambitious family diverted funds from sealight to eighty7. she seeks her ambitious family to surround her and offer her up to the public as an idol princess while plotting in the background...but someone to sweep her off her feet and show her that she doesn’t have to be a pawn would help her grow

natalia svetlosta . 25 . idol - eighty7 studios . a member of k-rock group january, natalia is running from her drama filled family. but really shunning her half siblings for the sins of their parents isn’t healthy so having those half siblings around to teach her some grace and maturity would be ideal...

rachel lee . 30 . producer/ceo - galaxy mixes . an orphan from nevada, rachel came to korea to find her birth family following very faint clues. however the world of kpop is giving her a chance at a found family, so she seeks her last cofounder of galaxy...and people who don’t mind starting a company from scratch to take on the big three...

seo kyung hu . 27 . actress - cm entertainment . a former idol turned actress following two disbandments, kyung hu seeks her former groupmates to keep the ties of sisterhood strong as they move on with the next stage of their lives

tak ye sil . 25 . idol - cm entertainment . becoming an idol wasn’t ye sil’s first choice, but it sure beat being a chaebol heiress. the road to debuting with fellow forever yours members was long, but hopefully worth it. she seeks her bandmates as well as her three closest friends from school as she navigates her rising fame

zhang chun li . 21 . trainee - eighty7 studios . chun li came to kpop in order to honour her parents’ wishes that she live the life of any other carefree young girl following their deaths. so she participated on the survival show k!choice, ranked second and debuted as a member of project group 1dream. however 1dream’s contract has reached its end so she has returned to the life of an eighty7 trainee and she seeks her fellow trainees to work hard with as they strive for a chance at debuting in a permanent group.

All can be found at Seeing Double (link in the source)

#sarah's characters #rp: love scenario

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writingwhenimbored · 2 years

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Self-Preservation

Summary: Ever since leaving the Eternals you’ve been able to live the life you’d always wanted. Even though it get’s a bit lonely at times, it’s better than fighting an endless war.

Part 2 of Puppy Dog

Content Warning: Angst, slight makeup, lil bit of kissing :)

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Unpopular opinion: you looked forward to getting calls from work.

As an environmental specialist you traveled the world to do field work in the most remote parts of the planet. You've dived to the sea floor, hiked to the top of Mt. Everest, been to Antarctica (twice), and those were just some things off the top of your head.

You lived in Washington State, specifically Forks. When you told people that they'd always ask 'isn't that where they filmed Twilight?' and the answer was always 'yeah it is’. The world outside your little cabin in the woods was wet and dreary; just how you liked it. Maybe it was a trait of yours to be drawn to temperamental and mysterious places.

You sat at your window drinking tea while you watched the rain pour. Bundled up in the thick sweats and fluffy socks you made yourself cozy and listened to the sound rain drops hitting the roof of your house.

As you sat there on your couch you let your mind wander. Thoughts of the people you've met, hearts you've touched, and so on began play through your brain. You've lived countless lives and met countless people but you were constantly met with the reminder that they could never stay for long.

And you were lonely.

Maybe loneliness suited you. After all it's not like you could just tell the world of your existence; not with the multitude of super humans coming out of the woodworks. You'd probably end up causing another pointless battle which lead to pointless deaths.

*ring ring*

Being pulled from your thoughts you reached onto the coffee table in front of you and grabbed your phone. You were met with a picture of your friend, Kaleb. The two of you worked together on various projects and you had a feeling another one was coming.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You said.

"You'd never guess who I just ran into." His voice carried with excitement.

"I'm guessing it wasn't Tim—" You chided, "he's been trying to get a hold of you for this new project, maybe you should return his calls."

"I'll start returning his calls once he pays me back!" He retorted. "Anyways no. It wasn't that ass clown, it was Jenny Wood. And she had some interesting things to say about Shelby. You remember her right?"

"Isn't she working somewhere in the Amazon or something?" You questioned.

"Yeah at least she did before she was relocated." He added with lace of mystery.

"Relocated? What for?" Your interest was now peaked.

"So get this. Two months ago Shelby got a letter from some old-ass rich guy in Peru. Says his property's water source is being effected by some issues linked to a factory upstream; he asks Shelby if she could record data on some issues in their water—"

"Why not ask a water treatment specialist?" You asked.

"Exactly what I said! But apparently even though this water thing wasn't even in her field she still flew down to Peru. And guess what? No one's heard from her since."

You dreaded the thought that something had happened to a previous colleague of yours. You and the girl were never close but she was good at heart, and that's all that mattered.

"Where do you come into this?" You replied.

"No just me. Us." He continued. "Shelbys company looked at the letter and found out that the property she was sent to is one of the most untouched parts of Peru's rainforest. It's like a haven of new discoveries waiting to be made!"

"Ah I see, you want to do some exploring." You said while rolling your eyes.

"Jenny works at the same place Shelby does and says that their company would be paying top dollar for us to take a couple notes on what we see there." He relayed.

"That's if we even go." You retorted.

"I know you like mystery, Y/N. We're going."

——————

Four Days Later

The air was humid and thick as you broke through the tree line of the Peruvian rainforest. The lush foliage stretched on further than you could see and you were careful to watch out for anything dangerous in your surroundings. Map in hand, you dragged your boots through the muddy terrain of the forest floor.

A large backpack was strapped to your shoulders that had been filled to the brim with supplies for your week long trip. To your side, Kaleb huffed to keep pace with you. His steps were large and clunky as he attempted to match your strides; the twenty-nine year old was relatively fit for a human, but he was no match for your Eternal enhancements.

After discussing the details of the job to Kaleb, the two of you had decided to accept the job from Jenny’s company. The first part of your "mission" was to talk to the head of the estate that sent the letter to Shelby. You were told to ask a few questions, do a quick check-in for Shelby, then break off to do independent research on the jungle.

You've been to countless rainforests during your extensive lifetime. Thousands of years on the planet meant that you knew what ecosystems like this one sounded like. The chirping of nesting birds, the grunting of the primates, and the buzzing of the pestering bugs were all familiar noises in the tropics.

This forest was different. Quiet.

As you drew closer and closer to the estate, you found that the only noises you could hear anymore were coming from you and Kaleb. Before you could mention the lack of creatures around, your partner called out to you, "I think I see houses out there in the distance!".

Peering ahead and saw the faint silhouette of buildings. "I'm surprised I haven't seen a road or anything." You quipped.

Blisters bore into your feet as the two of you approached the houses. Glancing around, you attempted to find a road or even vehicles that could indicate where exactly these owners traveled from, but were met with none.

Instead you noticed other signs of life; a wheelbarrow here, a rake there, some areas for sitting and so on.

As you approached the cabins you began to hear the murmur of people talking. Sweat was dripping down your face as images of cool water and a place to rest were within your reach.

Once making it to where to trees ended and the buildings began, you heard the noise of Kalebs feet stop behind you.

"Holy shit," he whispered. "It's a fuckin' cult."

On the other side of the cabins you saw men and women of different ages dressed in similar clothes working about the compound. Though nothing was suspicious about their actions, you too felt something off in your gut.

In an attempt to ease your partner, you gave him a light-hearted laughed. "Just cause' people are wearing the same thing doesn't mean that they're in a cult." You stated as you started looking around. "Anyways, this seems like the right place; lets go talk to the property owner".

Kaleb hissed out to you as he attempted to keep his voice down. “You wanna talk to the cult we just stumbled upon? You're crazy."

"We didn't stumble upon them, we were sent here for a job." You said as you approached a woman grinding corn into corn flour.

"Buenos dias." You stood next to the woman and waited for her response. Instead of looking up at you she simply continued to do her job.

Kaleb huffed behind you. "She's ignoring us, Y/N. They clearly don't want us here."

Ignoring the impatient man behind you, you crouched in front of the woman and swiped your hand in front of her gaze. To your surprise she didn't even register the gesture.

"Give me your phone." Your brow furrowed as you stood up and you moved on to a pair boys sitting next to the woman. As you situated yourself between the two, you noticed that the children were talking amongst themselves; showing an indication that they could hear.

Taking Kaleb's device from behind you, you turned on the flashlight before slowly swiping the phone across their gaze. Again, no reaction.

"Their eyes aren't dilating and it seems like they can't hear me. I think you're right; there's something...interesting about them.".

You put Kaleb's phone in your bag before turning towards the woman once again. She seemed content and at ease but you knew something was wrong with her as well as the eerie energy of the jungle around you. This also meant that you had reasonable suspicion that if you found Shelby she'd be in a similar state.

Your attention however was quickly cut away from the village when you saw a large figure shifting in the foliage just behind the cabins. A low growl emitted from the entity and you knew for a fact that it wasn't anything friendly. "Kaleb get into one of the buildings." You warned.

"What? Why?" He asked in a state of panic as the silhouette got closer and closer.

You heart began to race as the growling got louder and you didn't dare take your eyes off the predator as you instructed your friend. "Just go! Now!"

Suddenly the creature pounced from the woods and allowed it's body to be hit by the light. You stomach dropped as you took in it's form: it was a deviant.

Even though it'd been over a millennium since you've seen the monsters, you didn't have time to be scared when there were lives to protect around you. Knowing you couldn't possible burn the creature like you had all those years ago, you had to come up with a plan. Quickly springing into action you attempted to work just as you had in the past: freezing the deviant then cutting off it's head.

Even with the presence of the deviant, the people of the community still didn’t acknowledge anything happening around them. This meant that you would have to get the beast as far away as possible.

Rushing to aide the people you dashed towards the deviant with nothing but pure adrenaline running through your veins. This was the first time you've tried fighting one of the creatures on your own, but it's not like you had a choice.

Arm stretched outward, you attempted to freeze the deviant to the ground. A blast of ice was expelled from your hands and struck the beast on it's front left leg. A brief sense of satisfaction washed through you before you tried to do the same to the other appendage.

Unfortunately for you, hundreds upon hundreds of years without practice left you rusty and your powers weren't as strong as they used to be. As you managed to freeze one leg to the ground the other one would free itself. Your goal was becoming more difficult as you felt yourself growing tired.

Deciding to switch tactics, you tested how your fire abilities would fair in this fight. Burning and scorching the monster you were able to corner it into a thicket of trees. It snarled and lashed at you with ferocity that scared you senseless. Barely dodging the offending attacks, you looked for a moment that would allow you to land the final blow.

Finally lunging at the creature, you turned your arm into an ice-sword and effectively sliced it's head off. It's tendons were thick and rough, thus making the act difficult, but that didn't stop you from killing the monster.

Feet back on the ground, you stood for a moment to catch your breath; not caring as blood and other innards splattered out onto you. Giving yourself a couple of seconds to catch your breath, you turned to go find your partner and check if everyone was safe.

It was then when you were face to face with another deviant.

Startled once more, you weren't able to think before it pounced at you; it's teeth and claws just inches from your face. As you cringed in anticipation of utter agony you closed your eyes and braced for impact.

A few seconds ticked by before you opened you eyes and you had come to find that monster was sitting still in front of you. This time however, you noted the unsettling noise of flesh tearing. Looking past it's face you saw a blade impaled in it's torso, it's guts dripping out onto your shoes; creating a sort of sloppiness to your favorite hiking boots.

Traveling your eyes up the blade you noticed a smaller figure standing on the other side of the deviant. With a grunt they flung the monster to the ground.

Taking in their full form you tried to stifle the gasp that was quick to make it past your lips.

"Y/N?" The man called out.

He was wearing a dark set of work clothes and his face was speckled withdirt. The baggy sleeves of his hemp shirt were rolled up his forearms. His chest was heaving as he looked up to you.

Sorrow was all you felt when your eyes met his. Being in his presence once again after all those years did nothing to prepare you for the overwhelming sense of dread that tightened around your heart.

"Druig..." You whispered as you broke the tension. His eyes were softer than when you saw him last, but as you dove deeper into them you saw that they were still distant; unreadable. Your mind raced with questions: 'Why was he here? Did he know I would come? Does he miss me?'

Obviously taken aback himself, Druig attempted to say what was on his mind. "I'm surprised that you're even still alive. Ajak said she hadn't seen you since..." He trailed off.

"Since I left? Yeah, that was kind of the point." Your voice held a pinch of sarcasm.

He attempted to take a step towards you and instinctively your feet pushed you away from the telepath.

A frown embedded his face as he took a deep sigh. "Look, I'm sure your tired and probably need somewhere to crash tonight. I'm usually not one to invite outsiders, but if you'd like to stay to at least recharge, you're welcome to."

You didn't know what to do in the moment, sure you didn't want anything to do with the mind reader but deep down you knew it would be best to have an actual bed to sleep in for the night.

"Fine."

——————

A few hours later

After settling Kaleb into his cabin (after a very important conversation), you managed to take a quick shower in the quaint bathroom just a few cabins down from your own. Putting on a pair of pajamas, you stuffed your dirty laundry and items back into your bag before looking around your room for the night.

The pounding noise of rain against the tin roof was relaxing as you navigated the small cabin. The oil lamps flickered and jumped as you passed them, giving the room a warm and somewhat mellow atmosphere. You could make out the faint sound of music playing from a record player somewhere on the compound and you felt yourself release the tension that had been forming since bumping into the mind reader.

It wasn't until you had sat down in the surprisingly comfortable bed that the weight of the day sunk it.

Seeing him again shook you to your core. Just speaking to him again sent flashbacks of how terrible your life used to be. The constant death, war, and heartache wasn't something you missed.

You had pictured this exact moment since you left and while you didn't expect him to grovel at your feet in guilt, nothing could've prepared you to how it would feel to actually see him.

Your spiraling thoughts were gone once you heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." You called out to the unknown figure.

With cautious steps, you watched as the mind reader himself make his way into your space. He was wearing different clothes from before and his hair was wet from a shower he probably just got out of before coming to see you.

From your spot on the bed he was able to look down on you; something that reminded you of your old dynamic.

His face was that of stone and his eyes scanned over you. "So?" He asked.

Confused at his statement you responded in a similar tone, "So?..."

His lips grew into a tight line and he placed his hands on his hips as if he was scolding a child. "You know exactly what I’m asking. How could you just leave? Do you know how you made everyone feel when you just abandoned us?”

You felt overwhelmed at his questions and tried putting up an invisible wall between the two of you. "I’m not doing this right now. And if I'm being completely honest, I don’t think I will ever want to. I came here for a job and that's what I'm going to do".

Rubbing the bridge of his nose he replied. "I'd think your family who hasn’t seen you for thousands of years is more important that some stupid job."

It was impossible to not roll your eyes. "Family? We weren't a family. We were teammates at best!"

"Fine, teammates, family, whatever. I feel like I deserve to know why you just left!" He barked.

"You deserve nothing from me!" You abruptly got up and started closing in on the telepath. You weren't going to let him intimidate you.

His face was pinched and you saw him getting redder and redder with anger. "What? You're still mad about some shit I said before fuckin’ paper was invented?" He grimly laughed. "Do yourself a favor and grow up, Y/N."

“You don’t get to say that!” You interjected.

“Am I wrong?” He sneered getting louder.

You were getting in his face now. “Yes Druig. You’re wrong.”

“Asking you to get over some petty grudge isn’t crazy of me! It’s you—” His arms were spread to the ceiling while his body attempted to intimidate you by looming over your figure. “—deserting everyone just cause you couldn’t get along with a teammate”.

"You're going to make me feel crazy for doing something about how you treated me? You're going to make me the bad guy?" The feeling of rage was overwhelming and you felt tears threaten to spill from your eyes. "Druig, I—" You stopped. The air around you getting quiet at your sudden reservation.

He was panting now. His glare was burning a hole through you. "You what?"

Anger was then replaced with anxiety as you struggled to find the words. "I’m not the bad guy. I’m not the villain or the monster for doing what I did. I’m sorry that you felt hurt by me leaving, but Druig I...I loved you.” You hands were clenched in tight fist as you pushed yourself to speak.

“I loved you so much that it hurt, okay? I let you bully me, and torment me, and belittle me because I was stupid. I was stupid to believe that allowing you to what you did was fine. You can’t just stand here in front of me and disregard what happened just because it was a long time ago. I need an answer. I deserve to know what happened that made you hate me so much.”

He stood there without saying a word. His face was contorted in a mixture of confusion and sheer anxiety. You fought the urge to strike, or scream, or scare him just so you could hear him say something.

"Druig...I want to know why you treated me like you did." You pressed. Your voice was now dripping with desperation to receive the closure you had longed for.

"Y/N." He sighed as he dropped his gaze to the floor. His demeanor was more reserved than before. His shoulders sinking as his voice got quieter. "I-I don't know."

"That's not an answer and you know it." You replied through gritted teeth.

Backing away from you slowly, you noticed that Druig was attempting to put space between the two of you.

Reached out, you grabbed his arm. "Druig please, I just need an answer."

Looking back up at you, you saw that his eyes weren’t filled with the usual anger, but guilt. "I should've told you this awhile ago Y/N...”

“Told me what?” You questioned.

You could tell that he was contemplating to drop the subject again but you weren’t going to let him. “Druig, what were you supposed to tell me?”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, he caved in. “Y/N, you’re...different from the others.” He gave you a saddened look. “The other Eternals, that is.”

You were confused. "Different how?"

He brought his hand up to your head. “Cause...” You noted how cool and rough his fingers were as he caressed your upper brow."I can hear every thought in your head, Y/N.”

Feeling betrayed you took a step back; removing his hand from your temple. "What?"

His eyes looked around as if he was trying to find the right words. "Every idea...whim...daydream. I can hear all of it." He swallowed. "I know I should've told you —and I'm sorry—but I didn't know how. Not after...afte—"

"After you found out I loved you." You finished his statement.

“I felt like telling you would’ve done more harm in good. I thought it was better to ignore it like I did with every human on the planet, but it’s not the same.” He tried to reclose the gap between the two of you. “It’s not the same because a human can’t possibly know me. They can’t love me or empathize with me the same way you can. Their love is so quick; it’s gone before I can even decided what to eat for breakfast! But you? You love me in a way I’ve never felt.”

“How can you say that?” You reply in offense. “You have so many people who love and care about you, but I never saw you treat them like how you treat me.”

“Because I can’t hear them, Y/N!” He exasperated. The two of you were now inches apart.

With hesitation, his hands that were once by his side reached up to lightly grab your shoulders. His eyes held a sense of fear that only seemed to get worse as he continued his confession.

The sign of affection startled you but you didn’t try to stop him. This was an entirely new side to him you’ve never seen —never felt.

He took a deep breath before continuing.“Because when I hear how you think about me, I know it’s better for the both us to push you away. And so I did whatever I could to get you to hate me. I’m not worth getting to know, Y/N. Isn’t that why Makkari left me? She’d probably give you a list of things wrong with me.” He gave a wet laugh.

“I can’t ruin love for you like I did to her. You don’t know me Y/N; I’m jealous and angry and everything you’re not. So yeah...I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I never could’ve. No matter how much I wanted to give in, it’s easier for you to hate me than to see what would happen if I gave into this.”

His words were nothing but a whisper as your gaze darted from his eyes to his lips.

“And what is this?”

Tension in the room was thick as the two of you inched closer together. The only sound was coming from outside; crickets and other bugs making beautiful white noise. Now nose to nose you were able to fully take him in. He smelled faintly of soap and citrus. Unsure of what to do, you watched as he studied your face before pulling your body even closer to him.

“I don’t know but it scares me.” He spoke lightly.

He shut his eyes and you decided to do the same as his mouth made it’s way to yours. The subtle taste of toothpaste ran across your tongue as you made the first few hesitant kisses to his lips. The sheer act of kissing him was like nothing you’d ever experienced before; it was explosive but soft and intimate at the same time.

His hands rested on the curve of your lower back and attempted to push you into him. Giving in, you dug your fingers into his hair. His locks were soft and still slightly damp from his shower.

Finally, you remembered exactly who you were dealing with. A flash of shame came across your mind as you were reminded of all the humiliation that you had been through, and here you were kissing the man who caused it. Placing your hands on his chest, you pushed him away lightly; breaking the kiss.

An array of emotions had overwhelmed you. You were bombarded with excitement for what was to come and guilt for letting him get what he wanted so quickly. “You can’t just do that, Druig.” You mentally cursed at your voice for how meek you sounded. Clearing your throat, you tried again. “You can’t just suddenly apologize and expect me to love you like I did. I respect myself too much to let that happen.”

Druig felt as though he was grasping at straws to convince you to give him another chance. “Y/N... I can’t even tell you how much I regret what I did.” He let his eyes take you in before continuing. “None of this fixes the past. I know. And you have every right to be mad at me and never see me again. But I mean it when I say, if you give me another chance I’ll be there for you. This can be whatever you want it to; I just want to be in your life if you’ll let me.”

His words felt sincere and you toiled with the possibilities that Druig had laid out. Of course the little voice in the back of your head was eager to submit to his idea, but on the other hand you knew he hadn’t earned it.

“I don’t know...” You murmured.

Giving you a half-pained smile he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You don’t have to know right now. It’s a lot to think about.”

A few seconds had gone by before you had a proper response to the man. “I don’t forgive you —I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to— but I want to try. I want to try to be happy instead of just pushing my problems to the side.” You stated.

You weren’t sure if you had made the right decision, but you couldn’t deny the amount of weight that was taken off your chest.

Processing your words, he nodded. “Of course. I’m not going to push you to do anything.” He tried to hide the slight grin that your words gave him. “I’ll give you a bit of space for the night, but don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

Appreciative of his actions you have him a soft hug before he left the room, giving you a quick smile before shutting the door behind him.

Going back to your bed, you laid back and looked at the ceiling. The rain had turned more into a light drizzle and slowly began to lull you to sleep. Your mind and body were tired from the exhausting day and you wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

Closing your eyes you tried not to think about the amount work that this new relationship with Druig was going cause. It was scary, but ultimately you knew that you’d be okay with whatever the universe managed to throw at you.

You weren’t doing all of this just because he whispered sweet words in your ear and cried in front of you, but because this is what you wanted. Making a decision for yourself was just as empowering as when you left a millennium ago. It was something you prided yourself in.

Maybe this was a bad idea and you would ending up leaving him, or maybe this is the best choice you’ve ever made. Either way you were prepared to deal with it.

This was your life and you were going to do whatever the fuck you wanted.

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a/n: my bad if it’s a little sloppy, i tried to make it make sense for Y/N to get back with Druig (please don’t get back with someone after they emotionally abuse you for years, no matter how good the excuse is). I’m so so so sorry this took so long; I didn’t expect to make a part two, but since y’all were so nice I quite literally slaved away on this for the past two weeks (I’m not complaining because in the end I love making you guys happy). Lmk if there’s any mistakes in it! <3

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