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nobodysdaydreams · 1 year

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The Mysterious Benedict Society Liveblog Season 2 Episode 8 "A Two-Way Street"

Alright, let's just cut to my worst fear: this finale description sounds very final, and I really really hope that this is not the last season and they just couldn't get SQ's actor back or the funds to continue and are ending it right here. If that is what is happening, it's hardly the show's fault, and it won't be the first time a hyper-fixation was struck down prematurely. Who knows. Maybe this time instead of deleting my accounts and vanishing into the night, I'll actually use this account for the next fixation. I already have one that's coming back that I think some of you might like, but that's a subject for another day. I will be sad if this is the last season, but in the event that this episode throws in a cool twist that keeps me invested, I will also be giving an appropriately unhinged rant which I know is why you are all here, so either way everyone wins. On to the episode.

1:00- Ah morning, is Curtain up? Oh yikes, he's gonna wake up with a massive headache after Milligan turned the van like that.

2:00- well well well. Nicholas and Constance please their joy is too much. Wait her name is actually number in this universe? "MOM HAD BEEN BRAVE ABOUT YOUR ABANDONMENT". Okay, side note: your children, grandchildren, nieces/nephews, etc. cannot "abandon" you. You can say they decided to cut contact with you or put up boundaries. But "abandoned", really? You're the adult. Already skeptical of this family. What is with this family's names.

3:00- HAHA- not Jillson/Jackson and Jeffers fighting over authority. I love their sideplot. If the show is cancelled I will happily support their spin-off show. Oooo... "interim director" and he said it so carefully too look at Jeffers throwing fancy titles around. "Self-appointed" oooo burn.

3:20- Awe, he said he's very proud of number 2. I'm glad Nicholas is looking out for her.

4:45- "I'm gaining so much understanding" Yes that's how I feel when I meet my friend's families. Milligan gets it.

5:40- Is Reynie advocating for um... "ending Curtain"? Thank you Ms. Perumal.

6:10- speaking of, there he is fast asleep. What a weird way to wake up. PFT- inspired. "Betrayed" oh calm down Curtain. "that's beneath you" YOU DID EXPERIMENTS ON KIDS CURTAIN. "Away from the yes men" That's what I've been saying!

7:00- It feels so good, but it's bad. Nicholas does have a clear view. Is he overcoming the brain washing? Haha... "it's more like 12 miles" Curtain does do his homework.

8:00- Wait Curtain actually cares... oh no. Well, there you go Curtain. You can escape while the theme song is playing. Maybe you can find the son that you totally forgot about. Unless Nicholas is faking it to see how you react.

9:30- Lol, the mom wants grandkids. Wait "chaotic out there" are they doomsday preppers? Wow, she didn't send letters or answer calls. "new people: terrible prioritizes" YOU JUST WANT HER WORKING THE FARM. Don't like number 2's mom.

11:30- "Can I offer some observations" "mind tricks" lol

12:00- "I need you to wake up" oh Curtain is gonna lose it

12:30- "Everyone perhaps except Constance" wait if she goes back to the house, then we'll have our family reunion, we just need SQ and the whole Benedict crew is there.

13:00- "A lovely 2,000 piece jigsaw puzzle" well that should keep her busy. I love that they are showing the puzzle in the montage.

13:45- "Please I don't know what to do" "Somehow if I could convince you it was good you'd think I was good" oh yikes, this could be the last season. Curtain's redemption arc isn't due for a while. He isn't falling asleep though so he must still be holding something back.

14:50- Wow Constance has done great work on that puzzle. Honestly impressive. She really does have a gift.

15:00- They've arrived! Time for home-alone style traps. I love that the traps didn't work on Jackson and Jillson. They really should be promoted.

16:00- "you tricked me" see now he feels betrayed. "the only way to get through was if you thought you lost me" yikes. Oh, the device worked? That's actually pretty clever. "It changes nothing" "I don't believe you that was real". Awe Nicholas apologized for the blowdart.

17:00- Wow that shot where you think Curtain might try to hug him and he just moves past him to look out the window. "They're here" oh Curtain don't be so ominous only one van got through, wait where did all these people come from.

18:30- "Stand down" "I've been Possibly approaching things the wrong way". Well that is an understatement. "Blinking in code" oh my gosh Jackson. "Please discover who you are": That line was meant for SQ. I wish he was here. Oh dear, he broke them. Oh no, are Jackson and Jillson gonna start a cult? Okay Jeffers, go off.

20:30- SHE NEVER FINISHED THE PUZZLE. NO.

21:00- "Insert an electrode" "well there are worse things" it's nice to see Curtain hasn't changed much. Even as a 'good guy' he keeps his personality. I think he and Constance would get along great.

22:00- Maybe you could restore Constance's happiness by promising a third season. And no, Nicholas you make her happy. "Remember when you broke the Whisperer with your brain, good times" *cuts to Curtain* I love it.

23:20- Insulting people makes Constance happy. Very good Reynie. Get Curtain to admit he's a theater kid. That will do it. OH MY GOSH NICHOLAS' MONOLOGUE, BAH HA HA- Curtain's like "ok Nicky, a bit much".

26:00- "Thank you for saying goodbye before you abandon us again" ma'am please get help for your abandonment issues, do not project them onto children.

26:30- Okay so Curtain is unfreezing his followers. Is he gonna finally see his son again? OR MENTION HIM? HELLO? Honestly, I think Curtain might have also faked (or understated) his redemption since Nicholas faked his brain-washing. And Curtain didn't fall asleep. Don't think I missed that.

27:45- Awe they're wrapping all the little conflicts up. Except SQ's. Yes I'm still mad. Don't play the happy music, that boy could be at the bottom of a well right now. He could be frozen. Well, I guess that doesn't matter because they won a wood-cutting competition and Sticky wrote Reynie a letter.

29:30- YES THEY ADOPTED THE ALPACA. Who knows what happened to SQ, but at least the alpaca made it out ok. Also, Constance's letter is fantastic.

30:00- Is she going to be adopted now? Oh, we're doing this? We're getting Constance's parents? Season 3 let's go!

30:30- "well I look 46" okay Curtain. "joining the society". Perfect, now we can have the Curtain/Constance banner I want- wait. WAIT WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

Uh oh, looks like the director saw the fourth season of Sherlock and was like "oh I want to do that, but better, like actually develop it. Maybe that will distract from the fact that SQ's actor stormed off the set". THAT's IT?

Well, consider me fully re-invested. I have so so so many thoughts and will be blogging like mad the next few days so be prepared.

But for starters, why is Curtain not in jail? Redemption is nice but he still kidnapped and brain-washed people and ran experiments on children. Maybe I should give an emotional speech to the cops about family and learning lessons next time I get pulled over and they'll let me drive off without a ticket.

Also, is SQ at college? I swear they'll get the actor back for like season 5, and be like "he was in art school the whole time". (I actually have multiple theories on how he comes back into the plot, will be making posts)

Anyway, that's all. Must dash. Hope you enjoyed!

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salems-hq · 3 years

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in-game dates included in this drop: september 11th-12th system hack: evening of september 11th, 6:47pm. town hall mob: immediately following the hack, reaching its peak at 7:26pm. warehouse: the morning of september 12th, 5:28am trigger warnings: violence, murder, dead bodies, gore, horror, and supporting themes, religious themes

setting: all across salem, affecting all powered televisions, mobile devices, PCs/laptops, and radios

it’s a normal saturday evening in salem. daily activities are winding down, transitioning into family dinners, game nights. businesses are booming as the sun begins to set, jaunting near the horizon for a final show before giving way to nighttime. main street is crawling with life. it seems as though the city has come to terms with its last jarring occurrence, and things are almost back to normal, even amidst looming threats- which have thus far failed to prove credible. birthday parties, retirement dinners, sport championships, engagement parties: there’s no lack of celebration on the street. this is what makes the interruption that much more memorable.

the sound of static alters the music coming from various speakers that adorn main street’s lampposts before pushing it to a halt. few people pay it any mind, until a voice chimes into the air, through the speakers on the street, radios, phones, laptops, and other affected devices. “good evening, salem.” the voice brings with it the simultaneous shutdown of all powered screens in the city. one by one, people cry in surprise as the single image of a skull appears in the center of their screens, the spoken words written underneath it. the disguised voice continues. “don’t be alarmed. i’m merely here to indulge you all with some secrets our dear mayor has decided to keep from us.” the skull vanishes, and the captions continue as video footage comes onto the screen. a single figure can be seen in the footage, standing near the edge of the recognizable forest river park.

FREDERICK B. FREEMAN stands center frame. unknown to the public, MIKKO THROMBEY is behind the camera, having recorded this incident himself after receiving an anonymous tip about the mysterious civilian. he stands in the shadows, having followed frederick all the way from downtown. mikko’s breath hitches, which can be heard on the video footage, as he watches the man double over, almost as if in pain. limbs can be heard cracking, shifting, as the man slowly morphs into an animalistic, hideous creature. the camera zooms in on the gruesome transition, catching it in its entirety before the creature’s head suddenly snaps up. its gaze points straight into the camera, holding there for a few moments before turning into the forest at full speed.

“this footage is from the computer files of none other than the dashing mayor JULIAN AUSTERE. how many things has our city kept from us? what other dangers do we not know about? what ELSE are they keeping from us? freddy here isn’t the only monster among us. where have all these missing persons victims come from? why are they here now? our city officials have known about these suspicious arrivals for weeks and have kept us in the dark.”

as the voice continues, various files are shared through the screens. official city hall documents, emails exchanged between officials and contracted employees, and images of the mentioned ‘returned missing persons’. “have these demons come here to infiltrate us? why are we still in the dark?”

a smiling image of MAYOR AUSTERE appears on the screens, followed by the edited effect of invisible claws slashing diagonally through the image. “wake up, salem. we deserve the truth.” the same skull appears on the screens before the message disappears, and all devices are released from the hack.

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setting: town square

one would think images such as the video leaked to the public would shut everyone in their homes out of fear, but then again...salem has never been known to follow the meek mentality of fear. instead, hysteria rises. as if driven by a hive mind, the majority of the city has taken to marching down the streets, headed for the same location: city hall.

julian austere had been in his office at the time of the hacking, wrapping up a day’s work. he had been on his way out the door when the radio in the upstairs accounting department suddenly switched channels, playing the hacker’s recording through the second floor. as expected, the mayor heads to the city hall’s tech department, where the employees are doing their best to counteract against the hack- to no avail. the hacker’s message comes to an end, and it isn’t long before the all too familiar sounds of a mob reaches the building’s steps.

the mayor exits the building to meet the growing crowd, narrowly dodging garbage and other such articles that are thrown his way. he comes to a stop at the top of the stairs, looking down at the crowd, at a loss for words. how can you call yourself our mayor?! why are you keeping secrets?! what else is there what else don’t we know are you even on our sidehowcanwetrustaliaryoudon’tdeservetob-

“people, people, please!” his voice cuts through the shouted questions that threaten to crumble his already wavering psyche. the worst possible case scenario has just shown up on his doorstep- and he finds himself struggling to deal with it. “i assure you it was never my intention to keep secrets from you,” he continues, brows furrowing over a sincere gaze. however honest he’s being, the mayor is clearly not in top condition to deal with the situation. he opens his mouth again to stammer out his explanation, when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder.

“your mayor neglected to inform you all per my instructions,” the figure booms from beside mayor austere. the crowd seems to silence at the sudden arrival, entranced by the stranger. to them, the man seems to be glowing with an unsourced light. “i am the archangel GABRIEL,” behind gabriel stands MICHAEL, who is known around town. “joined by my brother Michael. we asked your mayor to investigate a breach in hell’s gates for us, and report directly to us to avoid a panic like the one we have now. please, be still.” incredulous mumbles scatter through the crowd, but they are quickly dispersed when the two angels standing by the mayor unleash their wings. to many, it might be too difficult to stare directly at. the light they resonate is celestial. “but now that things are in the open, we can assure you that this creature you saw on your devices is on your side. they are a select few who have been allowed to return to their human forms. they protect the town in exchange, per our orders. mayor austere hasn’t lied to you. dark threats loom over this city, and i fear the worst is yet to come. please, go home for now. continue your lives as you have been. my brother and i will be available to you from here on out, but for now...get some rest.” the angels ignore the questions being thrown at them and usher the mayor back into city hall. the last thing the crowd sees before the double doors close are michael’s large, blindingly white wings, which sends a gust of wind into the crowd strong enough to push people a few feet back.

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setting: the old lumber mill warehouse, just between salem and eastrath 11:51pm.

“that makes 13.”

“i count 14.”

ANTHONY LORENZO and ORION GREYSON stand amidst 14 bodies, protected from detection and watchful eyes by azrael’s own blessing. the imp raises a bloodstained hand to his mouth. a tongue hovers near the ruby red substance when a crash comes from the other side of the warehouse, earning the interest of both men. matching grins, sharper than an assassin’s knife, stretch as eyes full of bloodlust meet each other.

“you know what’s better than 14?”

claws unsheathe from the imps hand, the sound slicing through the still night air. the sound of bones cracking follow as the siren cracks his neck. the two are in the outer hallway immediately, allowing tony a glimpse of a new victim fleeing out the back door, into the woods outside. they expertly dodge each other as they rush through the hallway and out the door. it would be clear that this is not their first massacre together, were anyone watching.

“15.”

shadowy figures move out of the warehouse and into the night, their supernatural speed causing them to look more like electrically charged figures bounding from spot to spot. it doesn’t take long for them to catch up to the fleeing civilian. they follow him into a clearing in the woods, where he stops in the middle, out of breath. “please! i have a family! i can get you money!” in unison, the boys chime. “oh, shut up.” the last thing the man sees is red: the color of his own blood staining tear-filled eyes.

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the police are at the warehouse the following morning, responding to a 911 call at 5:22am from a warehouse employee. the warehouse’s main hall is covered in blood, and a few dozen of the bodies have been posed in the center of the floor. torsos, severed heads and limbs, are littered on the floor in the shape of a pentagram. the pentagram’s shape is lined underneath the bodies in blood. found in the woods, half a mile from the scene, is old farmer abernathy, strung on a pole in a fashion similar to that of a scarecrow. his throat has been slashed and stuffed with some of the dry grass that covers the clearing’s floor. his hands are purple from the ropes tightly wound around his wrists. surrounding the figure on the pole is a much larger pentagram, this time made of fire.

the fire crew are the next people on the scene, soon followed by local news stations. the story is broadcast on the first news of the day, the 7am session. headlines read: MASSACRE AT THE MILL. a moment of silence is given on the news for the following victims:

Melody Pearson, Katrina Brock, Patti Cooper, Isaac Hernandez, Jaime Greer, Janie Briggs, Austin Hammond, Valerie Bradley, Lee Grant, Betsy Fletcher, Carroll Schneider, Clayton Abernathy, Gordon Delgado, Mindy Chandler, Sylvia Summers

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PLAYER NOTES: players may post threads surrounding/involving the events of this plot drop. if you want your muse to have known any of the listed deceased, go ahead and add it into your interactions! if you would like your muses to have plot specific interactions (i.e meeting with the mayor, any of the exposed angels, etc), or have part in any upcoming plot drops, events, etc, please approach any admin.

tldr; first of all :’) ow. second of all, ANGELS have appeared in salem, specifically the archangels MICHAEL and GABRIEL 15 bodies have been found with no suspects thus far. NEWS ANCHORS announced an 8pm CURFEW following the murders, effective immediately.

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meetthefantasticmrfox · 3 years

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The Librarians

Summary: Jeremy Scalera (Jeremy sounds more natural than Janus...seriously who would name their kid Janus?! Sorry to anyone named that but you deserve better. JanICE does not count.) is the head librarian at Hawthorne Library and antisocial intellectual with a taste for being alone and silence. Logan Constell (short for constellation, not his actual last name in this fic) is strikingly similar. So what happens when these two antisocial and intelligent loners cross paths in an interview that was sure to change both their lonely souls.

Pairings: Loceit

Alternate Universes: Human Au, Vitiligo Au (Human! Janus Headcannon technically)

Warnings: Mentions of disabilities and a few mild swear words. A smidge of angst at the very end. Let me know if anything else needs to be added.

Hope you enjoy my dears!!

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Edit: Chapter 2 is here! The Librarians Chapter 2

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The Hawthorne Library was run by a bitter and short tempered know-it-all named Jeremy Scalera...He was exactly 5 foot 3 and 120lbs with a thin frame and even thinner shoulders. His skin was the color of milk chocolate but his smooth sweetness of skin was interrupted by a clash of white splotches scattering his body. Jeremy had been born with vitiligo which resulted in a crude nickname of ‘Dairy Cow’ all the way through his middle school years. This influenced him to hide as much skin as possible using gloves, scarves, and extensive wool jackets and sweaters. This wasn’t entirely odd since at the time he had lived in Minnesota and it was freezing all the damn time. Now he lived in Florida where you either were sweating or shirtless.

“Please let this be a quiet day...” He muttered as the door to the library slammed shut behind him.

It was exactly 7 ‘o clock in the morning and the library was in need of opening. Jeremy was the only employee of the library and he practically lived there. Sure he still owns an apartment and everything, but he prefers the guaranteed silence at night with the library. His office had a small cot in it with a bathroom and a small kitchen fridge and a few counter-tops to hold his microwave, sink, and single cabinet.

Jeremy’s morning consisted of walking down to the RelativiTea coffee shop down the street that was operated by one of Jeremy’s old classmates. One who hadn’t mocked him because he himself had a disability, Roman Sancleur had turret syndrome (is that right?). Jeremy might have even considered him a friend had they ever talked to each other than exchanging a coffee order.

“Morning Jeremy.” Roman said out of reflex. His fingers twitched every now and then along with the skin under his eyes, but that was more on the fact that Roman had had no sleep last night because he was too busy drinking coffee and teas left over from the day before and watching Disney movies.

“Just the iced chocolate mocha today.” The librarian sighed and leaned on the counter. He always got here early to avoid the morning rush.

Roman set a drink onto the counter already prepared.

“You’re too predictable Jerry. Why don’t you ever shake it up a bit?” Roman leaned over the counter getting a little too close for Jeremy to like. No romantic signs came from the barista, more so curiosity.

“First of all don’t call me ‘Jerry’ please, and second I like consistency. This doesn’t take too much out of my paycheck from the city and it’s tasteful.” Jeremy hissed and put a five dollar bill on the counter as he always did. The drink was actual $2.73 but he didn’t ever like change so Roman always got a pretty generous tip.

Jeremy walked out of the coffee shop without another word and entered back into his solitary space just a block away.

The head-librarian set down his coffee on the horseshoe desk in the center of the library and the jingle of his keys echoed.

“I hope I’m not intruding.” A smooth voice laced with calm sounded behind Jeremy and he jumped.

“Mother of damnation who the hell are you?!” The librarian spun around and gripped his hand on the can of pepper spray he kept on him at all times.

“I-I suggest no hostility, and I advise you keep your voice down...we are in a library after all.” The stranger raised his hands in defense. “I’m sorry to have startled you, but the door was unlocked and I assumed you were in your office.” The man was oddly calm despite the can of pepper spray aimed at him and the clearly hostile look in Jeremy’s eyes.

“My name is Logan Constell. I came to apply for a job here.” The presumed ‘Logan’ folded his hands behind his back and only then did Jeremy begin to notice his features.

Logan wore tight black framed square classes, a smooth black dress coat and a navy undershirt with a star-flecked tie across and brighter blue fabric making up the tie itself. His shoulders were broad and his chin sculpted almost so finely one could mistake him for a statue if he had been gray.

Speaking of gray, his eyes were a brilliant icy blue-ish gray that sparked with intelligence Jeremy had never seen before. Then there was his hair, pitch black it seemed to be made of the dark matter of space itself. The lightness at which it was folded back and not a single sign of gel or any other product other than a mint smelling shampoo and conditioner. He was so put together with his black slacks and dress shoes to top everything off.

“It doesn’t make much...” Jeremy said steadily despite the rushing feeling running through his veins. He set the pepper spray down next to his coffee and Logan began to approach him which with every inch closer the head librarian’s heart beat a little quicker until it was skipping.

“I have no one to provide for but myself and my hydroponics garden.” Logan stated and held forward a piece of paper with a series of qualification statements and columns.

“I don’t need a resume...I just need you to answer a few questions.” Jeremy quickly said and slipped behind his horseshoe desk.

“I would be happy to answer them.” Logan said blankly.

“As I would hope.” Jeremy glanced up at him as he sat down in the old roller chair with a creak.

“Age?” He started.

“Twenty-Three years, seven months, and fifteen days.”

“Are you organized?”

“To a fault some might say.” Logan replied cooly.

“Do you have balance well on a 14 foot ladder?” Jeremy shot back.

“I’ve never tried, but I have a high pain tolerance and have been reported a fast healer.”

“Then you’re hired.” Jeremy rose from his chair and stuck out his hand. Logan took it in a firm grip that shot sparks through Jeremy’s arm and heat shooting up his face then he let go and the sparks vanished.

“When do I start?” Logan’s eyes held the slightest hint of joyous feeling but it was masked behind the gray and blue storm.

“The library opens in five minutes which should be enough time to get your tag done.” Jeremy offered a smirk which was met with only the slightest twitch of the others lips and the flicker of those eyes casting over the librarians face.

~Time Skip~

It’d been three weeks since Logan had started working at Hawthrone and every glance or movement seemed to attract Jeremy’s attention. He had considered going to see a doctor at this point but the Library’s salary and the fact Jeremy didn’t have insurance wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Good morning Jeremy.” Logan said one day as he walked in.

“Morning Lo.” The other responded calmly. This was about all that was exchanged by them verbally on most days.

The first three days at the library Logan had worn a simple silver band on his ring-finger then it had disappeared. Today seemed like an okay day to finally question his new employee about it.

“So...I noticed you stopped wearing the ring.” Jeremy said casually one day as he stocked the shelves. It was closing time and Logan was better at checking back in books than Jeremy.

“What ring?” Logan asked blankly, barely glancing up at the brown and tan head librarian.

“The silver band you wore the first three days you were here.” Jeremy clarified.

“I didn’t think it had any significance to my work here.”

“It doesn’t.” The conversation fell quiet for a few seconds before one of them spoke again.

“If you don’t feel comfortable with telling me it’s fine. It was just a silly question worth a bit of satisfied curiosity.” Jeremy said hurriedly as he started to ascend the ladder. The book he had in his left hand belonged at the top shelf.

“No...it’s just I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable or loose this job.” Logan rushed out.

“Why would I fire you? Or feel uncomfortable?” Jeremy asked slowly as he reached the fifth level.

“Because that ring was my tie to my ex-husband.” Logan said quietly, barely loud enough for the man on the ladder to hear.

“Oh...” There was a pause with only the sound of clicking keys and the steps of Jeremy climbing the ladder. “Well that’s nothing to ashamed of. Some people just don’t fit.” He quickly said after an extended period of time that felt longer than it should have and he reached the top and began moving books around to shelve the one in his hand.

“You’re not...going to judge me?” Logan seemed surprised.

“Well no. Who you choose to love is not up to me, and it’s not like I have anything against gays or bisexuals or any of the LGBTQ community. I myself am apart of it.” Jeremy reassured him and started climbing down slowly. The ladder rings dug into his worn shoes and hit against his old socks, further sinking into the bottom of his feet.

“Fascinating.” Logan muttered. Jeremy pretended not to hear and as silence once again claimed the room the sun began to send a orange glow over the dark gray carpeted floors of the house of books. Jeremy looked up to see the tangerine and apricot that now spilled through the windows like a waterfall to a lake.

Jeremy didn’t stop his descend though and his foot caught on a ring, but before he could notice he slipped and fell. All the way from the seventh level down to Earth and before he hit the ground something snapped and pain rocketed through his left leg as black crowded his vision. Nothing existed except the abyss.

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AAAAAAaaaaaand that’s Chapter 1. If this chapter gets some love or I get bored then I’ll check out getting a Chapter 2.

Until next time my Foxlings! <3 <3 <3

#logan sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides #loceit #human au #fanfiction #librarian au #vitiligo #LGBTQ+#Ending in angst

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imjustthemechanic · 3 years

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel Part 2/? - The Letter Part 3/? - Miss Lake Part 4/? - The Stewardess Part 5/? - An Assassination Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - Face to Face Part 8/? - Deals, Details, and Other Devils Part 9/? - Baggage Part 10/? - Private Funding Part 11/? - Just Passing Through Part 12/? - Party of Four Part 13/? - Resolute Part 14/? - The Wreck Part 15/? - Body Snatchers Part 16/? - Out of the Frying Pan Part 17/? - A Miracle Part 18/? - A Matter of Circumstance Part 19/? - Nome Part 20/? - The Future Part 21/? - A Hero’s Welcome Part 22/? - Up to Speed Part 23/? - Expect Further Delays Part 24/? - The Welcome Wagon Part 25/? - Fugitives Part 26/? - A Reluctant Accomplice

Agent Russel probably doesn’t deserve this. Probably.

The next day, when Agent Russel showed up for his tuna melt, it was served to him by a woman in the same uniform any of the other waitresses wore. As she set the plate in front of him, another came to refill his coffee cup.

“Thanks, ladies,” he murmured, raising the cup to his lips.

“Don’t mention it,” said Peggy.

Agent Russel looked up with a start. His brown eyes darted from Peggy to Kay and then back again, and his expression suggested he was seriously considering screaming. Peggy sat down across from him at his booth, and Kay took the seat next to him, blocking his escape.

“Not a sound,” said Peggy.

Something under the table went click, sounding suspiciously like a gun being cocked. Kay, her hands invisible, gave Agent Russel a dazzling smile.

“So you two are working together,” Russel said.

“Don’t look so nervous, Ned,” said Kay. “You’re flirting with two waitresses at once. You should be a happy man.”

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Your help,” Peggy replied.

“Why would I want to help you?”

“Because we’re the ones who found Captain America,” said Peggy. “Doesn’t that suggest we’re the good guys?”

“I don’t know who are the good guys in this,” Russel admitted. “Last time I saw you,” he pointed at Peggy, “you were going home in protest because Thompson was working with her,” his finger moved to Kay, “and she drugged and robbed me.”

“I apologized,” said Kay.

“Now suddenly you’re on the same side?”

“Kay persuaded me that we always have been,” Peggy said, though that still wasn’t totally true. “Remember those numbers I mentioned she gave me? Those were the key to the Captain’s location. ��Kay is not a spy, she’s a defector. She has information for us, and she thinks she knows how to get more out of Olga Barynova.”

Russel nodded slowly, although his expression remained skeptical. “And where does she come into this? Because she says you let her out of prison and flew her to Los Angeles yourself.”

“Did she say why?” asked Peggy.

“We haven’t been able to get that out of her,” Russel said.

Peggy laced her fingers together in front of her. “I’m afraid it’s true that I let Miss Underwood out of her cell,” she said, “but I did so with every intention of returning her to it, and because I needed a service I felt only she could provide. I’m sure you’ve heard of Whitney Frost?”

“Yes…” said Russel slowly. “She’s that actress who went nuts and murdered her husband, right?”

“There’s a bit more to the story than that.” Peggy leaned in a bit closer. “Let me explain. You can check what I say with Daniel Sousa and Edwin Jarvis, and they will tell you the same.”

Russel looked around, and then opened his briefcase to get a notebook. “All right. Let’s hear it.”

Peggy tried to be as quick as she could in describing the situation, but it was not a simple one and it took a while. They probably went on significantly beyond the break two waitresses would have gotten, but it was essential that Russel get details he could confirm if he liked. In particular she described how they’d dressed Dottie for the mission, how Mr. Jarvis had observed that she was an excellent dancer, and what they’d been able to learn as a result.

“Unfortunately, Miss Underwood is better than you are from escaping the trunks of cars,” Peggy finished, “and we haven’t seen her since.”

“Uh-huh,” said Russel. “If any of that is true… well, freeing her was still a stupid thing to do.”

“Yes, it was,” Peggy said, “and I regret it every time I hear she’s committed another robbery or ended another life. However,” she gestured to her companion. “Kay thinks she knows what Dottie’s trying to accomplish, and if she’s correct we can get good information from her. We obviously can’t get in to talk to her because, as you already noted, we’re supposed to be in jail with her. But you can.”

Russel frowned, thinking. “What are you two up to?” he asked. “What are you trying to do?”

“Make the future a little better than it’s stacking up to be,” said Kay.

“If we can find out where Dottie and her ilk came from, we can shut them down and make sure we don’t see any more like her,” Peggy said. “And possibly free American prisoners of war, as well.”

“What would you need me to do?” Russel asked.

“For now just deliver a message and bring back her reply,” said Peggy. “Kay has a page written up. She’ll give you a translation if you want it.”

Kay took the paper out. “If you do this for us, not only will you be potentially saving lives, but I will personally go see your wife and tell her you were supposed to be investigating me and that’s the only reason you had a drink with me, and try to convince her to take you back. I can’t promise miracles,” she added, “but I’ll do my best and my best is pretty damned good.” She offered him the page.

He made no move to take it. Instead he just sat there, apparently lost in thought.

“Agent Russel,” Peggy said, “what was your first impression of me?”

“Of you?” He looked her over. “That you were very, very… devoted… to getting your job done. But my first impression of her,” Russel looked at Kay, “was that she was harmless and flighty, so I’m not sure I trust those anymore. Can I have twenty-four hours to think it over?”

Peggy didn’t want to give it to him. Twenty-four hours was time to think, but it was also time to tell Thompson and Masters they’d been here. Could they afford that? Twenty-four hours from now, Steve would have left New York on the beginning of the publicity tour Masters had put together. If he still wanted to rescue his friend from captivity in Russia, were they going to have to chase him across the country in order to give him their information?

“Can I have your word you won’t go straight to the police?” she asked.

“I am the police,” Russel reminded her, “but yes. I think there’s more going on here than you can see on the surface, but I don’t know which side of it you two are on… especially when you’re pointing a gun at me under the table.”

Kay smiled at him and brought her other hand up to show him a bolt mechanism from a disassembled doorknob, which she’d used to make the metallic click.

“Well,” Peggy said in an American accent. “We’d better get back to our shift. See you tomorrow, Mr. Russel. Same time, same place.”

They spent a second restless night in the Pine Barrens. Kay busied herself with some knitting needles and yarn she’d bought in the town, producing some intricate-looking lacy thing Peggy couldn’t begin to identify. Her thoughts were a mystery.

Peggy herself spent the time thinking about what they were going to do if this didn’t work. It seemed to her that they’d have to find Steve, but she really didn’t want him to get involved in this mess. Daniel was in it with her whether she liked it or not, as was Mr. Jarvis, but she would have liked to keep Steve safe.

That was a strange thought, wasn’t it? Steve had always been able to take care of himself, even when he’d been only five foot four, yet Peggy’s urge was to protect him. Was that one of those ‘motherly instincts’ men insisted all women had, or was it just that Peggy wanted to keep everybody she loved safe? She’d failed with Michael. There was a part of her that still thought, no matter how irrational she knew it was, that if she’d only joined the spy corps earlier he would still be alive. Was she trying to make up for that?

What would happen if she just disappeared?

She’d wondered that from time to time, like when Anna Jarvis had been shot… wouldn’t the people she loved be safer if Peggy weren’t around? Without her, Daniel and Mr. Jarvis wouldn’t be in trouble right now. She was the one who’d involved them in the situation with Dottie. The problem with that thought was that the trouble had already come to them. If she were to vanish, they would still end up in prison or worse on the strength of Dottie’s testimony, or perhaps have their fates dangled like carrots to encourage Peggy to return. She couldn’t stand for that. She’d gotten them in trouble, she had to get them out of it.

Which meant she’d better come up with a backup plan in case Russel wouldn’t help.

They scoped out the Automat very carefully before returning the next day, making sure there were no suspicious fellows hanging around watching who came and went. Peggy saw none, and Kay agreed with her. They went inside and changed into Angie’s spare uniforms, Kay putting a few safety pins in hers so it would look like it fit. When Agent Russel arrived, they took him his usual and sat down across from him. This time, they did not bother with sound effects.

“I didn’t talk to the police,” he said. “But I felt like I had to talk to somebody… so I talked to Captain America.”

Peggy’s heart started beating a little faster. “How on Earth did you manage that?” she asked. Steve and Masters had left New York early that morning. They’d heard it on their car radio.

“I told Jack I wanted to meet him in person because he’s always been a hero of mine, Jack talked to Masters, and Masters let me in,” Russel explained.

“Wow. I’m momentarily glad I didn’t kill him yet,” said Kay.

“Please stop that,” Peggy told her.

“If you want something fun to do on your weekends,” Kay said to Russel, “take a look at what Vernon Masters was up to around… oh, 1943-ish.”

“Do you know something I don’t?” Peggy asked her. A foolish question, really… Kay always knew something nobody else did, or at least, she acted that way.

“In this case, no,” Kay replied, “but I have strong suspicions.”

Peggy shook her head and brought things back to Russel. “What did he say? Steve, I mean.”

“Well, he told me to call him Steve,” Russel said, “which was a little like meeting one of your schoolteachers as an adult and having him tell you to call him by his name. I told him what you were asking me to do, and… he said he doesn’t know about Miss Lake, himself, but he trusts Peggy Carter with his life and I should do what she asks. He seemed pretty sure you know what you’re doing.”

Peggy had to chuckle at that. “He has such faith in me,” she said. Of course, she had faith in Steve, too… he’d always done the most recklessly foolish things imaginable, but he’d always managed to make them work in spite of everything. “Thank you, Agent Russel.”

“I still don’t know what’s going on here,” Russel admitted, “but I don’t think Captain America would involve himself with traitors. I read the file the FBI gave me about you, and I remember thinking there must have been some kind of mistake. That was my instinct from the beginning.” He glanced at Kay… the woman who’d given him cause to doubt his instincts. “What’s this message?”

Kay unfolded it and handed it over – a page of pseudo-Cyrillic accomplished with an ordinary English typewriter and going over some of the letters two or three times. “I think I know what she wants. She’s amassing money and blackmail material. She’s going after the mob now because she wants to force a diplomat with criminal connections to smuggle her back into the USSR. If she tries to go there legitimately, or even secretly but without protection, she’ll be shot. She needs to enter the country unnoticed, and then she’s going after the people who made her.”

“For what? Revenge?” asked Russel.

“Exactly.”

“And you’re going to let her do it?” he guessed.

“On her own she can’t,” said Kay. “She’ll never get that far, or she’ll be caught, and she’ll just disappear from history. But if I’m right, it gives us a bargaining chip.”

“I see.” Russel tucked the message inside his jacket. “I’ll deliver it this afternoon, and if she gives me a reply, I’ll pass it on tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Agent Russel,” Peggy repeated.

They left him to his lunch then, and returned to their stolen car to go back into hiding. Kay still hadn’t broken her habit of checking for seat belts when she got in.

Halfway through New Jersey, she suddenly asked Peggy, “have you see Frankenstein? That was made in the thirties, wasn’t it? Or read the book?”

“I haven’t,” Peggy replied. “I’m not one for the cinema, and the very idea of the book put me off.” As a child she simply hadn’t liked horror stories, and as an adult she’d seen far too many of them in real life to enjoy them in fiction.

“I have,” said Kay. “Several more versions, too, and most of them miss the point. The creature couldn’t help being what he was. The monster was the man who created him.” She sighed. “Everyone treated the creature as a monster, until he decided that was the only thing he could be.”

“Do you believe that of yourself?” Peggy asked.

“I think Barynova might,” Kay replied.

#fanfic #agent carter #captain america #peggy carter #steve rogers #steggy #fix it fic

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that-bi-bitch-writes · 4 years

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Dreams of Indigo (C.4)

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Non Binary Reader (can be read as Male Reader)

Word Count: 964

Warnings: Use of He/They pronouns, lots of swearing, mentions of bullies, angst? edginess (i hope not) cursing, failure, stupidity, various attempted crimes, bashing of the government. NOT PROOFREAD SO LEMME KNOW ANY GLARING MISTAKES PLEASE

Storyline: Reader is a teenage vigilante basically. Unlike the main characters Y/N doesn’t attend UA and somehow seems to keep finding themself in the company of the LOV but they’re not a villain. Call him a vigilante or an anti-hero whatever, just don’t call them a villain.

A/N: Honestly this is just a fun chapter. I felt like it's been too long since I last posted and this is to compensate. I'll probably try to actually release something again soon. Hopefully. Anyway all events in this chapter are 100% canonical for the storyline but it's told in an informal way that doesn't match the rest of the book.

Shoot me any questions, my inbox is open to anything but requests as of now. This is cross posted on wattpad (@that-bi-bitch-writes) and Quotev (@DumbEnbyJuice)

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Chapter Four: IDK weird POV with reader as narrator? Just imagine yourself saying this

“I heard a rumor

I heard a rumor

I heard a rumor"

This is me Y/N L/N talking my problems out to myself because no one will understand what I’m saying like I will. I’m coping with my lack of close friends by talking to myself. and I don’t have therapy until next week.

Okay. So.

If you’re going to use your powers for evil make sure they’re working first. Don’t commit crimes with faulty powers that’s just embarrassing.

Period End of Story.

I guess that could go for heroes too, whatever floats your boat. Anyway, don’t create second hand embarrassment for anyone, ever. That especially includes using your quirk to fight off a villain or rob a convenience store or even try to beat up bullies WITHOUT MAKING SURE IT WORKS FIRST.

The whole reason I’ve been telling a lot of rumors lately is because I want to get the hang of my quirk. I don’t really understand the laws about using your quirk in public but that’s kind of okay, the government is pretty incompetent and I occasionally dabble in dumb bitch juice. I just can’t get caught. I do however understand that had I not practiced using my powers illegally, I would have a lot more problems on my hands than second hand embarrassment.

All those examples I gave happened in real life just in reverse order. Luckily for me I got through it all with a few scrapes and minor damage to my pride.

First I tried to stop some bullies.

I do not like bullies. (that should be obvious by the whole, me getting bullied and retaliating unlocking my super handy but also potentially dangerous quirk.)

A hazard of my quirk surprise surprise, is that it’s extremely seductive and I’ve started to fall in love with telling rumors. So, I decided I needed to learn how to tell rumors without, y’know. rumoring people. My quirk can get out of hand when I’m emotional, so the rumors can either become more violent and/or destructive, or not work at all. So I had to practice keeping it all under control and who better to be my test subjects than bullies?

Well it didn’t go spectacular because, drumroll please I overestimated myself and my quirk wouldn’t work. Not because I was emotional, but because of quirk exhaustion. Luckily for me no one really knew how my quirk works. So I showed up to the bullies and teasingly said

“I heard a rumor~” and they all tensed. They looked at me pleadingly and I dismissed them cackling as they fled the scene.

I was still really embarrassed. In fact by saying any of this out loud I may spontaneously combust

The whole convenience store thing I wouldn’t exactly call robbing. It was a chain store like 7/11 and they were RIDICULOUSLY overpriced. And I needed something to cheer me up after striking out with my powers. So when I got to the register I told the cashier I heard a rumor that there was a special sale and everything was half off, for me at least.

I was laughed at which was really embarrassing but I figured I could use my frustration and shame to give a boost to my powers and they’d work this time. So I started to repeat myself but was interrupted by a “yare yare daze” from some big dude waiting in line in a high school? uniform.

I am not ashamed to say I was intimidated into paying 1600 yen for 3 items.

They say third time is the charm. But coincidentally after the third strike you’re out.

I was so hoping for the first one.

I was literally just minding my own business on my way home after the unfortunate events of my supposedly op quirk failing me twice in the span of 3 days when a common criminal, (can you believe?) tried to mug me. He had an insect quirk and basically told me to hand over all my money or he’d release his army of creepy crawlies to liberate me of my last yen (hooray for bugs crawling on your skin and robbing you. So cool).

Honestly by this point I was so fed up with the world I’d honestly hoped it would realize it fucking owed me after making me think I was quirkless for 10 out of 13 (nearly 14) years of my life and now screwing me over with the very quirk I’d gained in what could be called a traumatic event.

But no luck for me, because honestly I heard a rumor that no one uttered.

Get it? Because I came up with the rumor myself and no one actually-

Anyway my quirk didn’t work on the villain but luckily I had street smarts. I threw my wallet in the other direction and when he looked to it I contemplated running. But I was really angry at the world. So with all the might a 13 year old could muster. I decked him. And when he was down I hit him again for good measure before running after my wallet and heading home. Luckily for me the bugs vanished into thin air as soon as he hit the ground.

I learned a very valuable lesson. You’d think I would say something sappy like “don’t overuse your quirk” or “stop trying to commit crimes” (assault is unfortunately a crime even against assholes) But really all I learned is pick and choose your battles. Oh and learn the signs of quirk overuse.

Anyway I plan on using my quirk unnecessarily and very frequently so I maximize the amount of time I can use it before exhaustion sets in. It’s honestly an irresponsible plan that will ultimately yield positive results and as a young and budding teen I’m all for it.

#hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x nonbinary reader #bnha x nonbinary reader #nonbinary reader #shinso x nonbinary reader #x reader #shinso x reader #x reader insert #x male reader #ish?#bnha x reader #mentions of crime #tw cursing

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Starry eyes

Chapter 2

Hi everyone! I’m back with the second part of my Starry eyes fanfic. I originally meant it to be a drabble series but I get a little too carried away while I write lmao I hope you still enjoy it!

I apologize for the late upload but your girlie is a little busy! I’ll try to upload once a week at least, let’s see if I can make it. Once again, I hope you’ll like it and please keep in mind that English is not my native language. I apologize in advance for any typing/grammar mistake, and if you want to send me you feedback it’ll be highly appreciated (just don’t be rude!). Enjoy ♡

#2 - 1:14 pm

You were absolutely starving. Classes had ended a little too late, more than usual, but now you were finally able to go get some food. Just an hour ago, you were a bundle of nerves, trying to calm yourself while gulping down a whole bottle (if not two) of water so you could look like a functioning human being right in time for your presentation.

To make things fair, your professor had decided to draw a random letter to decide in which order each student would make their presentation. Of course, with luck being on your side, you turned out to be one of the last people to make your presentation. Even though there weren’t many people in your class, you had to wait for a while before showing your work to the entire class, which only made your anxiety skyrocket.

You weren’t really the extrovert, outgoing type, so talking about yourself and your work in front of a bunch of strangers freaked you out. Even though the semester had started around a month ago, you weren’t really close to anyone. You blamed it on your shy, introverted personality, and lost hope to make any new friends in your class.

An hour later, you were finally free - with no more classes to attend, no more anxiety to make you sweat like you were in a sauna and most of all, with no energy left. You rushed to the cafeteria, hoping to find a free spot where you could eat your lunch. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too crowded so you managed to find one quickly.

You had finally sat down, ready to indulge in your food while scrolling through your Instagram feed. You were looking absentmindedly at your phone, when suddenly you hear a voice: “Hi, is this seat taken?”

You looked up, having no idea who that could be. Only when your eyes met his, you realized who it was.

It was Yunho.

The same Yunho who you had seen walking down the college halls a few days before, with beautiful lips and dainty pinkish hair. To be honest, after that day you had thought of him often. His elegant aura allured you in like a child with cotton candy. You had no idea who he was, but you were enchanted by him.

“I… I, uhm… I mean, no no, it’s free.”

“Great! May I sit here? It’s just the perfect spot and I’m really craving this sandwich, today has been crazy.”

You nodded shyly, a little confused about what was going on. While he was getting comfortable, you looked around and quickly noticed how the place wasn’t too crowded. Yes, more people had come to the cafeteria after you did, but it wasn’t full of hungry students like usual. You were sure you had seen a couple ones totally free on the opposite side of the room. So why did he choose to sit next to you?

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Are you waiting for someone? If so, I can move to another tabl-”, he said, almost cautiously.

“No no, it’s fine!! It’s just me and myself, don’t worry”, you replied in a too enthusiastic tone, almost yelling. You didn’t even notice at first, but later slapped yourself mentally. You didn’t mean to scare him.

He didn’t look scared at all, and actually laughed a little. You had no idea how to talk to him, or even start a conversation. You were internally panicking, but Yunho seemed to be the complete opposite.

“I can finally eat now, lunch time never seemed so come while being in class! Is it just me or are Tuesdays actually even worse than Mondays?”, he wondered. His genuine tone made you realize he was actually curious to know your opinion - something you weren’t really used to. A stranger trying to start a conversation with you? Without any apparent agenda? That sounded crazy.

“Ye-yeah, I guess… I mean, I’m stressed 24/7 so I don’t really care about what day of the week it is”, you replied sassily.

He laughed again, this time much louder. You noticed how his laugh made his eyes disappear into little crescent moons, making his cheeks become even softer. You were looking in awe, as if you had never seen something more gorgeous.

You two talked a little, mostly thanks to Yunho’s constant picking up the conversation. Usually, doing small talk with a stranger would drain your energy soon and make you want to run to a mountain and spend three weeks alone, with no other human being in sight. This time, though, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking. Your hunger just seemed to vanish, as all you wished now was to talk more, to know more, of the gorgeous guy sitting next to you.

Your conversation was soon interrupted by a male voice. “Yunho!!”, he screamed. “Dude, it’s late! We have to practice for next week’s game”, the stranger said while approaching you.

Yunho took another bite to his sandwich before excusing himself and joining his friend. Dumbfounded, you replied “bye” quietly, laying your eyes on your lunch buddy who was rushing through the cafeteria door with his friend. Trying to figure out what had just happened, you were being left with your now cold lunch, confused but also a little upset.

You had always surrounded yourself with art, yet you had just found the most beautiful piece.

#writings #my writings #yunho scenarios #yunho fanfic #yunho fluff #ateez yunho scenarios #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop ffs #kpop scenarios

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comradelionheart · 3 years

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This is where I feel safest.

In the blueness of this site, held in comfort as if under my blanket of soft fur.

No one here will ever know who I am or the people I speak of. No one can find me here. I have a questionable habit of running off to avoid being witnessed when I fail or am in pain, and this is where I run to. It is luckily not a boy this time. Well, it’s sort of that too, but not predominantly.

I haven’t shut G out this time. When I thought I’d lost my shot at the job I deleted my WhatsApp and all other social media, and refused to surface until I was willing to face people again. This isn’t unlike when I graduated college uncertain of what to do with life next and just... vanished. I’d a pretty promising presence on Facebook that could potentially have introduced him and I sooner, but I guess life unravels at its own pace and nothing can force it to go sooner or slower. I’ve grown rather accepting of failures because I have unfortunately grown accustomed to them. It’s almost like I expect to meet with resistance or failure each time something nearly works out and in this case I can’t say I willed it upon myself. I literally tested positive for TB. Which is amusing since those are my ex’s initials, and is yet another TB which seems to be hampering my progress.

Dry humour is what I’m best at if I’m being my authentic self. I must unfortunately smile and wave because I’m a woman and need to be likeable to get anywhere in my line of work. That isn’t to say I’m a sociopath or hate people. I just wish I didn’t have to pretend to be interested in their lives and feign amusement at their not so novel ideas. Pretty sure I’ve not so novel ideas too, but I don’t need to be indulged for the sake of my (not) fragile ego. Anyhow.

I applied for this job early in the year and didn't expect to hear from them (because the first few years of my work life had me flailing and coping with depression instead of steering my career, and I know I shouldn’t grudge her for this but I do). But I did hear from them. And everything went through. Including 3 rounds of aptitude tests and a personal interview (which I thought I bombed but didn't somehow). Until I tested positive on a skin patch test for TB. Why do these stupid standard sets of tests get prescribed world over? Honestly, if I’m ever supreme leader of anywhere I will ban standardised tests. Not in the way that I say medicine is a sham, not at all, but in the way that WE LIVE IN THE THIRD WORLD AND WILL OF COURSE HAVE TAKEN THE BCG OR HAVE BEEN EXPOSED TO THE BACTERIA AT SOME POINT BUT IT’S NOT NECESSARILY EVER GOING TO BE ACTIVE SO USE A BETTER AND MORE CONTEXT SPECIFIC TEST INSTEAD OF GIVING ME ANXIETY AND EXISTENTIAL CRISES LIKE THESE, JFC. 😭😭😭

But I’ve taken the other test and that’s also got the drawback of being unable to differentiate between inert and active TB. So I took an HRCT scan. I’m so sick of running around hospitals, there’s a literal virus in the air. But Monday is when I’ll know the medical verdict. And then there’s the whole security check process. I hate when this happens but I’ve lost so much time to grief, I simply cannot sit around moping any longer.

Earlier this year I interviewed with the **. I was given a verbal confirmation and had a text message implying an offer was made to me, because I received an acknowledgement to my acceptance of an offer. If I was the person I was in 2014, I’d have kicked up a fuss and made sure that offer was honoured, but 2021 me knows that working with bosses who go back on their word slyly and cave to nepotism usually need their cocks sucked. And I’m not only incapable of that, but have also dealt with enough workplace harassment elsewhere to be adamant about a brand at the risk of my mental health. But really, he can go suck it because I have confirmation from staff that he is EVERYTHING I read him to be. I’m not intuitive or anything, I just read people very well because I was hurt so bad by them (repeatedly since childhood) that reading people became a thing I did for survival. My sharp instincts serve me well, but are a trauma response. I am very self aware too, yes.

I then interviewed and got through an NGO that was willing to pay me 24L. I turned it down because the founders were running around like headless chicken with their inability to distinguish PR from Marketing Comms (me) from Marketing for business development. I know I was being paid a lot of money, but I will not kill myself performing all three functions while being acknowledged for just the one on my offer letter. I’ve learned to value my labour capacity and assert myself in the economic and political spheres.

Personally though? I sometimes still think I’m a romantic pushover.

But this is about work because I need to weep a little before being calm about how this year has treated me. Especially since I’m maintaining a cool demeanour in public and literally hate sharing things I’m burdened with. Idk man, it makes me feel vulnerable and I don’t like feeling like I’ll get a knife twisted in the spot that's most sore. I AM SCREAMING BECAUSE I HAVE LET G WITNESS ME IN PAIN THIS TIME INSTEAD OF RUNNING AWAY and will someday file copyright over An Enduring Romantic because that’s very honestly me. But ofc it isn’t going to be the legal Copyright, just the sham notice like the one I’d sent him to up his Instagram game. Or he could just operate my Twitter and I’ll run his gram. It’ll even feel natural.

Sometime around May an environmental journal asked me to come on board. Work from the office at the height of the pandemic with no travel compensation and very little money. I turned them down. Then came II**. Which I again turned down because they wouldn’t pay market rate for skills I’ve perfected in 4 years just because they wanted 8 years experience on paper for my quotation. I will do a lot for causes I love, but I also really enjoy being paid fairly and acknowledged for the value I bring to the table.

Then came the start up in Del. Which I turned down because the uncle running it in his wife’s name expected 24*7 labour availability for 12L with no health insurance.

The latest in my list of things I’ve turned down is the ** Gov. Which I can obviously go back to since my reason for turning it down was another job, but 14 days of leave all year? 7 day work week if needed? Hell no. I enjoy having labour rights. But also when I told the dude I’d be reporting to if I accepted that I cant accept due to covid concerns his reaction was “sure, send me an email so we can start looking for someone else immediately.” Like.... we just had a second wave, what if something was wrong? I wouldn’t risk losing my job because they expect work even if I were hypothetically coughing up blood. So best not to touch with a bargepole. Now I’m less sad, but also really hope the TB results are negative. This job I want and have said yes to ticks off all of the boxes in my head and I will truly be disappointed if I lose it to disease paranoia despite being completely suited and picked for the role 😞

Just to be on the safer side, I have taken one last shot at achieving my goal of ‘learn how political systems work so you know what you’re talking about first hand in that PhD.’ I hope my Plan A works out instead, though.

Since I’ve brought him up in this, it will be interesting to note that a year ago I did the erstwhile unthinkable act of cutting a friend of for attempting to steal a man I love. A year ago to the date, literally. Funny how this year is more calm, but I was maxed out on endorphins from him last year. Until this March even, if I’m being truthful. I don’t regret cutting her off.She crossed a vvvv red line. ALL my other friends are celebrating. They detested her.

Another thing that happened last year was me letting him know that I only get hotter with time, but along with this work drama I have also had a run in with intense grief which I thought was a mood disorder (because it was intense, I mentioned?), cholesterol, thyroid, sugar addiction and now, le TB (PLEASE BE A FALSE POSITIVE YESU KRISTU HALP). So needless to say, I haven’t been most fabulous and undergone my physical transformation and these mental health struggles (are getting better now) strapped me to my couch along with the pandemic and its many lockdowns. I have also not studied for the GRE because I’m stimulus seeking via social media and fear of sucking at math has kept me locked in place. I still have a lot to work through on this front and would really like to make his cover right too, but my creativity isn't working and I keep fucking it up. I am not as spectacular as I was last year. The separation has also weathered my dazzle out a little and while I’m living with it, I still have small waves of sadness that show up once in a while.

I might have also accidentally flirted with someone into falling for me. It was all fun and games and for my pride, but now I’ve to gently let them down since I’ve cold feet and am chicken. Because I’m as emotionally unavailable as a streetlamp. Is this why they call me a Gurgaoni fuckboi?

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maatryoshkaa · 5 years

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young god | chapter 3

serial killer!han jisung au

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | epilogue |

word count: 2.7k

warnings: mature language

description: hyunjin teases you about the blind date when you come in for work. meanwhile, your first therapy session with jisung leaves the both of you more than a little...jarred.

watch the trailer here!

You burst through the cafe’s glass doors like a madman, hair tossed about by the early morning breeze and your bag slipping off one shoulder. Glow Cafe was packed, as it usually was at 8 a.m. on a Monday -- students and professors queuing up at the register for their early morning pick-me-ups. Behind the counter, amidst the sea of turned heads, a tall, brown-haired boy cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Well, well, well -- look who decided to show up to work. How was your blind date?”

Hwang Hyunjin snickered at your reddening face, pushing up his glasses with flour-covered fingers. The barista wiped his hands on his apron before pulling out the first batch of croissants of the day out from the oven.

You shot him a death glare as you took your place next to him, throwing on your own uniform over your clothes. Still smirking at you, Hyunjin balanced a cappuccino and a croissant on a tray before sliding it towards a girl.

“He didn’t turn out to be a serial killer or something, I hope?”

“Not a serial killer, and not a wanted criminal.” You leaned back on the counter, still catching your breath. “Unless--” you gave a melodramatic gasp -- “you count the crime of stealing my heart.”

Hyunjin made a gagging noise as he took an order and slid it towards you. “No way. So you’re saying it was a success? Felix is never going to shut up about this.”

You read the slip. Iced Americano, extra shot of espresso. Easy. “I know. Honestly, though, ‘jin, he was so freaking adorable, his smile--”

Hyunjin’s hand immediately cranked up the cafe’s speakers, jazzhop music effectively drowning out the rest of your sentence, and you laughed.

Hwang Hyunjin was the second friend you’d made at Miroh Heights, the first being none other than your now-wingman, Felix. Besides being an architecture and design major, Hyunjin was also the owner of one of the hottest coffee shops on campus -- Glow Cafe. It was first opened by his grandmother decades ago, and had fallen into his hands once he’d gotten into Miroh Heights. Nowadays, his grandmother stayed in the studio apartment above the cafe while Hyunjin ran the business.

The cafe began emptying near 10 o’clock, most students and professors having shuffled off to morning classes. You wiped your hands on your apron, and Hyunjin handed a cup of coffee to the last customer. Suddenly, his face lit up and he began waving at someone behind you. Windchimes jingled as the door opened, and you turned just in time to see Yang Jeongin step into the cafe. He had propped up his rusty bike outside, and both his hands were full with crates as he waddled towards the counter.

“How’s it going, Jeongin?” Hyunjin handed him a glass of water. The delivery boy set down the packages -- two boxes of coffee beans -- and pulled his earbuds out, grinning.

“Pretty good -- I’m getting better at lifting, you know!” A soft Beatles track trickled out from his Walkman, and Jeongin pressed pause.

Hyunjin gave a low whistle. “Our Jeongin’s gaining some muscle, huh? Just wait ‘till your sophomore year, the girls are gonna eat you right up.”

You laughed as Jeongin’s ears turned red, Hyunjin continuing, “Just don’t end up head-over-heels like y/n is right now, you hear?”

Jeongin raised his eyebrows, turning to face you. “You’re seeing someone? Well, if y/n likes him, then I’m sure he’s a really good person.” Ignoring Hyunjin’s dramatic eye roll, you grinned and gave Jeongin finger guns, which he returned with a laugh.

After helping Hyunjin and you haul the shipments into the storage room, Jeongin pulled out a long list of deliveries from his jeans pocket. “Coffee beans, check. Ah!” He tossed a bundle of newspapers onto the counter. “Here’s the morning paper, too.”

Hyunjin peered at the list, clapping the younger boy on the back. “Damn, Jeongin -- I don’t know what the entire campus would do without you. You should invest in a driver’s license sometime, it’d make your job a lot easier.”

Jeongin laughed, folding up the list and hopping on his bike. “I can’t...I can’t pay for one yet. It’s alright, though,” he added quickly. “I like my bike just fine. Well, I’m gonna get going now, see you guys tomorrow!”

When Jeongin had gone, Hyunjin pulled up a chair and unfolded the newspaper. His smile froze on his face as he read, eyes suddenly widening in horror. You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

He held up the newspaper, waving you over.

MURDER AT MIROH HEIGHTS,

the headlines screamed. A photograph of a small flat, burnt nearly to the ground, stared back at you as you read the caption out loud.

“A sudden fire broke out on the outskirts of Miroh Heights at around 12:00 a.m. this morning. The remains of a young woman have been found amidst the cinders, but the body has not yet been identified. Witnesses report seeing a young man escaping the fire, leading police to suspect this was the work of an arsonist. If you have any information, please call the Miroh Police Department immediately.” You looked at Hyunjin, wide eyes mirroring yours. “Arsonist? Here?”

He shook his head, sighing. “That’s messed up. Hopefully they figure it out soon.”

You bit your lip. “I hope so, too.”

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“You should all have picked someone to be your patients by now, yes? Be sure to schedule your first session with them within the next week, we will be discussing your findings next class.” Your professor gave a curt nod. “Class dismissed.”

You fumbled with your phone as you shuffled out of the lecture hall, fingers hovering over Jisung’s contact. Your heartbeat was already quickening as you skimmed over possible messages in your head. How was one supposed to break the ice after the first date? What if he had already forgotten about agreeing to the whole thing? Would you make it awkward?

You were still having a mini mental breakdown when your phone screen lit up, and a new message popped up.

💌 Jisung: good evening! i believe this is dr. l/n?

💌 Jisung: i was wondering if i could book my first appointment ;)

You stared back at your phone, smiling like an idiot, and barely resisted the urge to jump up and down like an elementary schoolgirl.

You: you certainly can. how does 7 at my place sound?

💌 Jisung: send me the address, and i’ll be there 😊

Clutching your phone to your chest and inwardly squealing, you ran back home, smile vanishing from your face the moment you opened your front door.

You had never thought your apartment was a mess until this moment. For the next hour you were flying from room to room collecting empty coffee cups, hiding strewn laundry, and washing dirty dishes. You hadn’t even had time to grab a bite to eat before the clock hit 7:00 P.M. and a light knock sounded on your apartment door, the doorbell making you yelp.

You straightened your shirt, ran a hand through your dishevelled hair, and with a shaky breath, you opened the door. Sure enough, Jisung grinned back at you. “Hey.”

He was wearing a grey hoodie and jeans, a black cap over his dark blond hair, and your favourite smile on his face.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, a little breathlessly, and cleared your throat. He had a white plastic bag in one hand, and held it up.

“Felix said your class ends at 6, so I thought you might be hungry,” he explained. “I didn’t know what you liked, but there’s this new Chinese place and honestly, it smells pretty good--”

He was right. You hadn’t eaten since noon, and the delicious scent that wafted from the bag made your mouth water. “I love you,” you blurted, eyes staring at the food, and slapped a hand over your mouth. Your gaze dropped to the ground, cheeks on fire. “Um! I--I--sorry.” Please tell me I didn’t just say that, please tell me I didn’t just--

Several mortifying seconds of gnawing on your lips and fidgeting furiously had gone by before you finally risked a peek at Jisung’s face. He was watching you squirm with amused eyes, his expression of equal shock slowly melting into...the biggest, smuggest smirk you had ever seen.

“This is going a bit faster than I thought it would, but I can’t say I’m complaining,” Jisung tilted his head at you, leaning on the doorframe.

Not able to hold his gaze, you squeaked, “just--just come in,” and practically bolted to your living room, praying to every deity you knew for a hole to swallow you up.

Behind you, Jisung chuckled, shaking his head and following you in. You were adorable.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, after you’d regained composure and he’d set the food on the coffee table. “You can still say no if you want.”

Jisung frowned, snapping a pair of chopsticks and stabbing a piece of sweet and sour chicken. “Why would I do that? I’ve just captured your heart with Chinese takeout. I’m not about to blow this chance.” He winked, holding it up to your lips. “Ahh.”

Cheeks flaming, you ate it, and he beamed proudly. Swallowing hard, you pulled your notebook and a pen from your bag, shakily scrawling Psych Analysis Patient: Han Jisung at the top.

You ran a finger over the list of questions you’d written down in class, and settled for the first one. “Have you ever seen a therapist before?”

Jisung’s brow was furrowed in deep concentration as he spun noodles around his chopsticks. “A couple.”

You wrote that down. “What for? If you don’t mind me asking,” you added quickly.

Jisung shook his head. “It’s fine. It was when I was...younger. Mandatory psych evals in school, that sort of thing.”

You nodded, looking at the next question. “What’s on your mind right now?”

“On my mind?” Jisung repeated, chuckling. “The fact that I’m on a second date with a pretty girl?”

Burying your tomato-red face behind your notebook, you barely got the follow-up question out. “And how does that make you feel?” Gosh, you could feel his stare on you even through the paper.

“How do you make me feel, you mean?”

“S-sure.”

“Honestly?” You heard him pause, as if deliberating the words. “You make me a little...crazy.”

You stifled a laugh. “Elaborate?”

“Racing thoughts, rapid heartbeat, maybe a palpitation here or there…”

Jisung trailed off, and that was when you looked at him. His tone had been teasing, flirty, but the look on his face was completely blank, eyes dark and wide. You gulped, scribbling down some notes before moving onto another question.

“Has anything been...bothering you recently?”

At this, Jisung set down his chopsticks and slid closer to you on the couch. Your heartbeat quickened inevitably when he did so, but you held his gaze -- those same intense, black eyes that had sent chills down your spine at the diner.

“Yes, actually.”

“Do you...do you want to talk about it?”

For the first time, it was Jisung who broke eye contact. “Nothing...much, really. A little trouble sleeping. Bad dreams. A lot of things on...on my mind.” He smiled. “Finals season, you know?”

You nodded, tapping the pen against your bottom lip. “And on a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your mood at the moment?”

Jisung hummed before grinning cheekily. “A 10.”

Raising an eyebrow, you asked, “A 10? Why?”

“Because I’m with you,” Jisung replied simply. “I don’t know why, but you make me feel...happy.”

His words should have made you roll your eyes, they should have felt cheesy beyond belief -- but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find a drop of insincerity in his voice. And that, you were beginning to realize helplessly, was what made you want to fall head over heels with Han Jisung.

“What would reduce your mood to a 9?”

Jisung looked thoughtful. “If you, say, took back the “I love you” from earlier?”

You smacked him lightly, the mischievous grin on his face making your heart do somersaults. Just like that, the atmosphere had turned playful again. “What would make you an 11, then?”

“Maybe...let me...feed you?”

You gave a long exhale, closing your notebook. “I hope you have a defibrillator or something, Han Jisung.”

His face lit up into a comical expression of joy as he reached for the takeout box, blowing lightly on bites of noodles and chicken before holding them up to your mouth expectantly.

As Jisung watched you eat, a flustered smile on your face, he felt one tug at his own lips. It made his heart skip in panic. There were only a few times when he smiled without thinking. Two, actually, now that he thought about it.

One, right after killing. When the voices finally shut up.

And two, every single moment he was around you.

He found himself lost in the sound of your laughter: pure music that seemed to clear his head and make him focus on only your voice; he was mesmerized by your smile: bright as the flash of a camera and always catching him off guard.

It terrified him how much he wanted to keep being the one to make you smile, blush, happy. He wanted to hear you talk about anything and everything. He wanted to tell you about his nightmares. He wanted to bring you to visit his mother’s grave.

The evening flew by, the two of you talking and watching the sunset through the living room window. Before you knew it, pinpricks of stars were appearing, a gibbous moon hanging in the velvet night sky. Like magnets, you and Jisung had gravitated closer with each passing hour, his arm ending up around your shoulders as you rested your head on his soft hoodie. You felt closer, too -- the polite back-and-forth of generic questions had gradually ceased, giving way to more natural, comfortable conversation.

Finally, you caught yourself beginning to fall asleep in Jisung’s arms and jolted awake. “Oh, my gosh, look at the time. Are you okay getting home this late? I don’t think the campus buses run at this hour…”

Jisung opened his half-lidded eyes to see your worried face, bathed in moonlight, and felt as if all the air had been knocked out of his chest. Your features looked so soft, one side of your cheek rosy from where you’d laid it on his shoulder.

His peripheral vision was staining with red.

“...or you could stay the night? Oh gosh, don’t take that the wrong way, it’s just we’re already half asleep and…”

Flashes of her face seemed to replace yours like jagged puzzle pieces, her voice seeping into your words. And all Jisung could feel was the warmth consuming him from the inside out, like a spark had just gone off inside his rib cage and was beginning to burn.

“I’ll go,” he blurted, cutting you off. “I have to--I--I’m gonna go.”

You were studying his face, brow furrowed. Your gentle fingers felt like fire on his skin. “Are you okay? You look...feverish.”

“I’m fine.” He forced himself to stand, gathering the takeout boxes into the white plastic bag. “I’ll throw these on my way out. Sorry for staying so long--”

You reached out and pulled him into a hug. He smelled vaguely of smoke, the sudden sharp smell poking your nose. Not able to look him in the eyes, you buried your head into his chest, your mumble muffled by his hoodie. “You’re welcome here as long as you want. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Jisung was silent for several long moments before you felt his hand smooth through your hair, gingerly patting your head. “I’m fine,” he repeated, “don’t worry.”

His dark eyes were unreadable as both his hands moved to cup your face. He leaned in, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead. Jisung’s lips barely grazed your skin, and yet you felt electricity shoot down your body, blood rushing to your cheeks and leaving you stammering.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured against your temple and, as if snapping out of a trance, pulled away, disappearing into the darkness behind your apartment door as it closed shut.

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May 11, 2019: I have never…

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(Joint project from @riddikulus und @shakshuka-grandpasweaters, translated from @girlwholovesagirl, @divingdeepintothewater, @m-ger and @julerocks. Here is the timeline and the link to the original blog @unsere-zeit-ist-jetzt. If you would also like to help translate, please contact one of us.)

Saturday, 12:14 pm/7:15 pm:

Matteo: *finished his coffee in the kitchen* *quickly moved the cups and the coffee to his room after that* *gets up when David comes back in* Okay... umm... make yourself at home... there's still coffee... I'll hurry... * goes to the bathroom after that and only then realizes that he didn't take any clean clothes with him* *sniffs his clothes and thinks that they're still alright* *showers in record-time because he doesn't want to leave David alone* *rubs his hair more or less dry and decides to let the air do the rest of the drying* *manages to be back in his room after 15 minutes* *notices David sitting in his armchair sipping coffee, his gaze directed toward his lap, where he must have something that Matteo can't see from his position* *only thinks how unbelievably good he looks and how unbelievably great it feels to have him still there, still waiting for him* *closes the door behind him and smiles when David looks up* Hey...

David: *took out his sketchbook after Matteo vanished into the bathroom and randomly filled a page with things that had accompanied him yesterday and today: two Dürum, the transgender-flag from the Instagram-posts, Matteo and him embracing in his sleeping bag, his and Matteo's hands, two mugs of coffee and so on* *only made rough sketches and plans to complete some of them later when he has time* *skims through some older stuff when Matteo comes back into the room* *smiles automatically when he sees him and cocks his head* Na? All cleaned up? *grins slightly*

Matteo: *grins* Yep, as clean as it gets... *drops himself on the bean bag next to him and then leans forward to refill his coffee* *sees his sketchbook and grins slightly* Did you have to process the traumatic experience with Linn?

David: *takes the mug from Matteo when he refills their coffees* Thanks... *laughs at Matteo's question and shakes his head* *Nah... I was just doodling a little... *pushes the sketchbook towards Matteo in case he wants to take a look* ... I have to finish it sometime when I have more time... *remembers something and pulls the sketchbook back toward him* *murmurs* Hang on... *removes the paper clips that hid the pages he thought were too private - obvious transgender elements, some pages on which he processed the humiliations at his old school and countless sketches of Matteo before they met and some other big and small things connected to him* *puts the book back on the armrest between them and looks at Matteo invitingly* Well, If you'd like...

Matteo: *laughs slightly* With you it's never just doodling... *Is just about to reach for the book when David pulls it back toward himself* *thinks that David remembered something he isn't supposed to see and waits for him to tear out or glue together pages* *is all the more surprised when the opposite happens and looks at him with wide eyes* Of course I'd like to... *reluctantly takes the book into his hands* Are you sure? *sees David nod and then carefully skims through the book* *reaches the pages he wasn't allowed to look at a few weeks ago* *swallows when he sees the tougher sketches* *turns the page and sees his own face, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, sometimes only his eyes, sometimes in profile* *two full double-pages only of him* *looks at him dumbfounded* When... when did you make these?

David: *watches as Matteo skims the book and only looks at the pages a couple of times to see what Matteo is looking at* *at Matteo's question he leans a little further toward him to see which sketches he is looking at* *grins and blushes slightly* Hmmm... if I told you it was after our first conversation, would you consider me a freak? *has actually recorded the situation or the feelings or Matteo himself after every meeting with him... and during the time they didn't have any contact he drew him again and again whenever he thought about him*

Matteo: *shakes his head* *looks back at the drawings and then back at David again* No... I'm just... flabbergasted... for only seeing me once you captured me pretty well... *clears his throat* After our first conversation I only tried to find you on Insta... *looks back towards the page* *slowly skims forward*

David: *grins slightly* Your face etched itself directly into my brain... *in his thoughts adds "and into my heart", but doesn't say it because it sounds too cheesy and because it's more true for their second meeting than their first conversation* *laughs quietly when he mentions Instagram and thinks* I don't even remember when we followed each other there... *leans forward when Matteo keeps turning pages, but finds it pretty uncomfortable having to twist like that - especially as the armchair is wide enough for both of them to fit* *shuffles to the side of the armchair, almost to the armrest, and asks* Do you maybe want to come up here? Then I can see better and don't have to twist like that... *can feel a little that he has been wearing his binder for too long but is quite relaxed at the moment and so it isn't too much of a strain, yet* *wouldn't mind being a little closer to Matteo, anyways* *glances back at the book and notices that they almost reached the "sandwich-recipe in pictures"*

Matteo: *looks at him slightly amused but also a little touched* Awwww *shrugs his shoulders* I don't either... *does remember it exactly but doesn't want to expose himself as someone who remembers stuff like that* *looks up at him when David offers the space next to him* *grins and naturally joins him there immediately* *would love to put an arm around him but leaves it for now because otherwise he wouldn't be able to turn the pages anymore* *turns the page and sees the sandwich-recipe and has to laugh out loud* This is genius! *looks at him lovingly* The drawings are all really awesome…

David: *smiles satisfied when Matteo sits down next to him, hesitates briefly but then puts an arm around him and leans against him to look into the book with him* *grins when he hears Matteo’s laugh and shrugs* At least this way we can never forget what was on them... just in case we want to prepare another feast like that* *laughs but then gets more serious again and smiles at Matteo's compliment* *hears a phone buzz and tries to fumble his phone out of his pocket* *looks at Matteo questioningly while doing so* Yours or mine? *eventually manages to get his phone out and glances at it* *shakes his head* Yours! *moves slightly away so that Matteo has enough space to grab his phone but lets his arm remain on the armrest*

Matteo: *smiles and wipes imaginary pearls of sweat off his forehead* Thank God! *also notices the vibrating and is immediately annoyed that someone is disturbing them* *gets up to take his phone out of his pocket* *sees that it's his mother and immediately feels bad* Sorry, my mum... *walks a few steps away and picks up* Hi Mama...

David: *nods when Matteo apologizes and contemplates for a moment whether he should leave Matteo alone* *decides against it because if he didn't want him to hear the conversation he probably would have left the room* *reaches for his mug and tries to look as if he wasn’t listening but still hears everything*

Matteo’s mom: *is glad that her son answers his phone; had tried calling yesterday without success and was worried after he had disappeared so suddenly the day before that* Hey, darling... I just wanted to ask if everything's alright...

Matteo: *turns slightly away from David, more as a reflex than defense* Yes, everything all right... sorry that I left... but I had to take care of something... but everything’s good now...

Matteo’s mom: Take care of what? Did it have something to do with David? I mean it's probably none of my business... anyways: It is good that everything's all right and well now. *sounds a little insecure, as if she didn't know to what extend she is allowed to ask her son about private things*

Matteo: *closes his eyes briefly* *doesn't really want to tell his mother anything but doesn't want to offend her either* Yes... it did... but... everything's fine now and we... we'll make up for the dinner, okay?

Matteo’s mom: *sounds happy* Yes, I'd love that! With David as well? When do you have time?

Matteo: *shakes his head for himself* Maybe... I don't know... *briefly looks over to David* *I'll ask him and I'll text you, ok?

Matteo’s mom: Do that! - I'm looking forward to it! *one can hear her smile* *Bye, my boy! *waits for Matteo to say goodbye and then hangs up the phone*

David: *had sipped his coffee and waited* *only looked up once when Matteo said he would ask _him_ and wondered briefly if it was about him* *watches Matteo now, after all, but thinks that he doesn't look stressed but only a little impatient* *smiles when Matteo hangs up and turns around to face him* *tilts his head questioningly* Everything all right?

Matteo: Bye, Mama *hangs up and puts the phone back into his pocket* *nods briefly and talks while he goes back to David and sits back down next to him* Yes, that was my mom... I kinda left her hanging on Thursday and well... *shrugs one shoulder* She invited us over for dinner... but I didn't agree on anything... I can go by myself...

David: *briefly thinks about what could have happened on Thursday and realizes that it was probably because Laura had told him that he hadn't come home* *feels bad for a moment but doesn't get the chance to apologize again because Matteo continues talking* *looks at him skeptically while he talks and shakes his head slightly* Um, what? She invited _us_? *for one, didn't know that Matteo came out to his mother and didn’t know that he even told her about him, either* *smiles insecurely and stammers slightly* I didn't know that you... well I thought you weren't out to her... and... she knows about me?

Matteo: *nods slowly when he asks /who/ she invited* Yes... *listens to him and instantly gets a little embarrassed* Oh... umm... yes... after I called you, when I wanted to pick you up... after that phone call I texted her... well I came out and she knows your name but not much more than that... *looks at him and puts his arm around him* And you really don't have to come if you don't want to...

David: *smiles lovingly and a little proudly because he thinks it's really brave of Matteo and because it shows him once again how certain Matteo had been the entire time that he wants to be with him - if he even told his mother about him* *leans on him when he puts his arm around him and reaches for his hand* *quietly says* This was really brave! *actually thinks any kind of coming-out is really brave* *grins when he hears his next words and looks up at him provokingly* And if I want to? Would you take me with you? *would actually like to meet Matteo’s mother*

Matteo: *shrugs when he says that it was brave* Over text? I just wanted her to know... *grins at him when he says that he wants to come along* Of course I would take you with me... but I'd warn you that you can't choose your family... *hesitates briefly and gets serious again* My mother takes antidepressants... I think she's doing better now... but... it wasn't always easy with her.... and I'm used to not really knowing in what mood she's in... just so you know...

David: *thinks the way of the coming-out doesn't matter - if it's over text or in person - it's a really big step* *shrugs when he hears his warning and grinningly sighs* You don't have to tell ME about it... *thinks that one of these days they're probably going to talk about his family, too, but for now he's only curious about Matteo’s mother* *gets serious again when Matteo does and listens to him* *presses his lips together briefly and at first doesn't really know what he should say or what he's allowed to ask* *brushes his thumb over the back of Matteo's hand and eventually says* If you want to tell me more about it... about your mother or your parents you can do that anytime... doesn't have to be now... but maybe sometime... *looks up at him and gives him a brief, tender kiss on his mouth* *murmurs* I'm here, okay?

Matteo: *nods slowly* *smiles at the kiss* Okay... maybe some time... later... after you've met her... *kisses him again and automatically slides closer to him*

David: *smiles at Matteo's words and nods* Okay... *gets another kiss and feels how Matteo slides closer to him* *softly grabs his neck so that Matteo won’t release the kiss and deepens it* *runs a hand through his hair, which is still damp from the shower and then back over his neck and his cheek* *a feeling of happiness rushes through him when he thinks about the fact that he can kiss Matteo whenever he wants now*

Matteo: *makes out with David on his armchair a little longer until his stomach rumbles once again* *laughs and apologizes* *they decide to get some food and go to the kitchen to make some sandwiches, which they take back to Matteo's room* *they then move from the armchair to the bed* *at some point, Matteo puts on some quiet music and they lie there and talk* *Matteo tells him a little more about his friends, who is or was dating whom or who's crushing on whom, what they are like* *David talks a little about Laura and his godmother* *at some point in the evening they order pizza and Matteo manages to get it and be back in his room without being held up by one of his flatmates* *after eating the pizza they are more quiet and make out more than talk*

David: *really enjoyed the entire day with Matteo and felt incredibly comfortable* *found it interesting to learn more about Matteo's friends and thus more about Matteo and thinks that being with him like that has a completely different meaning now as finally nothing is standing between them anymore* *is lying on the bed with Matteo after eating the pizza - by now both of them only in their T-shirts, as sweaters and hoodies were getting too warm - and enjoys the closeness to him and that they don't need many words right now* *runs his fingers over Matteo’s neck while they kiss and can't really resist the urge to be even closer to him* *therefore deepens the kiss and moves closer to Matteo* *pushes his leg between Matteo's legs and wraps his arm around his back* *moves his arm softly up and down his back*

Matteo: *feels a pleasant shudder when David pulls him closer* *has his hand in David's hair and pushes himself even closer to David* *kisses him and notices how his entire body reacts to David* *his /entire/ body* *panics all of a sudden as he doesn't know what he should do and might do something wrong* *pulls away from David and exhales deeply* Sorry... I... *is still slightly out of breath and has to collect himself a little* Well, I... *swallows hard and then looks at him* I have never...

David: *because of the closeness to Matteo he can feel that all this making out doesn't leave Matteo unaffected either and notices that he feels the same way* *doesn't have any idea where this might lead to but is too aroused to think about this now* *lets everything happen and loses himself in this feeling and is therefore slightly confused and a little breathless when Matteo suddenly pulls away* *asks himself briefly if he did something wrong and it takes some time for Matteo's words to get through to him* *swallows and then smiles slightly when he understands what Matteo is trying to tell him* *puts a hand on his cheek and looks back at him* Me neither... *gnaws at his bottom lip and tries to sort his thoughts* *asks quietly* So you never, ever? Neither with boys nor girls? *thinks that the question sounds somewhat stupid and blushes slightly* *assumed that Matteo had slept with Sara but likes the thought that apparently that wasn't the case and that it will be the first time for both of them*

Matteo: *immediately feels stupid and thinks that he shouldn't have told him and should have just kept going* *but then he feels David's hand on his cheek and relaxes a little* *closes his eyes briefly when he says he hasn’t either and is somehow extremely relieved* *opens his eyes at his question* *can assume that David is talking about Sara and shakes his head* No... boys never offered themselves... and with girls... I didn't want to... *bites lightly on his bottom lip* So... well... it didn't come out of nowhere that she was able to put two and two together so quickly, I guess...

David: *laughs at Matteo's words and feels his heart do a little jump* *knows that it probably shouldn't matter but it still means something to him that apparently they'll make this first experience together* *thinks that right now Matteo looks so open and slightly unsure but so beautiful that he just has to lean forward to kiss him again* *searches for words and eventually says quietly* So far, that was out of question... there wasn't anybody I trusted enough that it could have even come close to that... *moves closer to him again, gets a little nervous and feels his heart jump to his throat when he whispers* But with you, I could imagine it...

Matteo: *immediately closes his eyes when David kisses him* *looks at him again when he talks and feels even the last bit of tension leave his body* *nods slightly at his words and feels his heart beat faster* I feel the same... *closes the distance between them and kisses him again* *at first softly and tenderly but then he deepens the kiss and pulls him a little closer* *is about to carefully push his hand under David's T-shirt when there is a knock on his door* *can’t even react before the door opens and Hans is standing in his room* Hello, my butterfly, Linn said... Oh! Hello! *Matteo sat up to at least attempt to shield David a little* Hans, out!

David: *almost beams when Matteo says that he feels the same, but then gets kissed and pulled closer by him* *deepens the kiss together with Matteo and quickly realizes that they pick up right where they left off earlier* *flinches when there is a knock on the door and only seconds later Hans is standing in the room* *blushes and gets flustered and is relieved when Matteo sits up to shield him a little even though he immediately misses being close to Matteo* *hears Hans laugh at Matteo's request: "Oh, you sweethearts, I didn't want to interrupt... let me know if you need anything! Keep going! Have fun"!* *blushes even more at Hans' words but actually hears the door close and then it's quiet* *lays there petrified and shocked for a moment but then he pulls Matteo back down and half on top of him* *grins slightly* You heard him… keep going... *searches for his lips again and deepens the kiss* *eventually puts a hand under Matteo's shirt and softly strokes it up and down his back* *loves how soft his skin is there and realizes that he wants to feel more of that* *at some point hears distant voices coming from the living room - Mia and Hans: "Why can't you fold your laundry in your room for a change!!? Give them some privacy!" - "But here I'm closer to the action... in case they need anything..."* *stops listening to the discussion but still feels a little under observation* *is glad when it soon gets silent again in the living room but can't quite turn off the thought that somebody is sitting there, listening to every noise coming from Matteo's room* *hears Hans laughing loudly all of a sudden and stops the kiss a little* *murmurs* We could also go to my place...

Matteo: *laughs a little when David pulls him back toward him* *manages to suppress the interruption and continues* *can also hear the voices coming from the living room and thinks that somehow this isn’t great* *sighs when he hears Hans’ laugh and pulls David back* *is really glad about his suggestion* Yes, please… *gives him another short kiss and slowly pulls away* Sorry... I never thought they'd all stay home on a Saturday night... *gets up slowly together with David* *both of them get dressed again and Matteo stops at the door* Okay... the plan is get through the living room quickly, grab jackets, bag and shoes and then we're out of here... don't give Hans any chance *grins a little*

David: *laughs quietly at Matteo's answer and grumbles a little when he slowly pulls away after the short kiss* *doesn't want to let him go at all* *shrugs at Matteo's apology, smiles and murmurs* No problem... you couldn't have known... *gets up with a sigh and puts his sweater back on* *then says* Maybe my sister will be at home, but she usually spends her evenings in her room and probably won't disturb... *at least he hopes so* *would really like to continue what they started without any interruptions* *grins at Matteo's words once they're at the door and nods* Okay - go in and win... or rather: go in and flee! *gets ready and follows Matteo when he opens the door* *has to grin when he sees Hans sitting in the living room in front of the TV with a pile of laundry and doesn't react to his comment: "Oh, do you need anything?! Are you leaving"?* *only grabs his stuff, puts on his shoes quickly and leaves the flat with Matteo* *has to laugh when the door closes behind them* Made it! *briefly pulls Matteo against him and kisses him hard but brief* And now let's hurry... I want to continue where we left off!

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Not One Of You Anymore: Part 25

Request: Yes / No

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John Murphy x Griffin!Reader

Word count: 4294

Warnings: Talk of people dying, people actually dying, not much else I think

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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Cage’s POV

“It's about time, lieutenant.” I said when Emerson walked into the control room.

“Yes, sir.” He said.

“Brief me on the 44.” I said.

“I have soldiers going from room to room. It’s only a matter of time.” He said.

“So you have nothing.” I said and he sighed.

“Yes, sir.” He said standing up straight.

“Those kids are the key to everything, lieutenant. And 44 of them don’t just vanish inside of a sealed bunker.” I said annoyed.

“They could if they had enough help.” He said.

“My father?” I asked

“It’s unclear, sir. But he’s not the only one with moral reservations about what we’ve done to survive.” He answered.

“What they don’t realize is that those kids are dangerous. They irradiated an entire level.” I said.

“I agree, sir. And now that Level five is being decontaminated. We can tell the truth about that. Those kids killed ten of our soldiers. We can use that to flush them out.” He said and I smiled.

“Do it.” I ordered.

“Yes, sir.” He answered. I turned, but before I could talk Emerson started talking about something else.

“And sir?” He asked making me turn back around.

“What?” I asked.

“What if that girl you got helped them somehow?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“She couldn’t have, she was in our room until I had people bring her here before we went in.” I answered annoyed.

“But she could have helped them when you allowed her to see them.” He said and I glared at him.

“Y/N had nothing to do with this.” I said.

“She’s just as dangerous as them!” He said and I growled.

“Enough! Y/N is one of us now and that’s that!” I shouted and everyone in the room nodded.

“Now.” I said turning around.

“Let’s talk about the outside threat. Look at them.” I said looking at the large screen.

“The entire army stopped just outside the Veil’s range. Why?” I asked.

“They’re learning, sir. I told you, this commander was different.” Emerson said.

“What’s she gonna do? Wait us out? We’ve been safe down here for 97 years. She’s gonna lose patience, and when she does deploy the fog.” I ordered.

Clarke’s POV

“What if we’re wrong?” I asked.

“And cutting the power doesn’t disengage the locks?” I added. I was currently in Lexa’s tent, just outside of where the fog can reach us. We were waiting for our moment to strike.

“Your people said it will.” She said while laying down. I heard her sigh then she got up.

“You should rest, Clarke.” She said but I ignored her.

“We could blow the doors manually.” I said and she sighed again.

“Plans don’t last very long in battle.” She said standing next to me.

“Tiring yourself with questions already asked and answered is a waste of energy.” She said.

“People died for this, Lexa.” I said looking at her then looking away.

“It has to work.” I said.

“You’re doing what I did when I first took command.” She said and walked away.

“We can’t move forward, and it’s giving you too much time to think.” She said pouring herself a drink.

“Once Bellamy shuts down the acid fog and the battle begins, everything will be clear.” She said.

“What id he can’t? What if it was too dangerous and I sent him in there anyway?” I asked.

“You care about him.” She said.

“I care about all of them.” I said.

“But you worry about him more.” She said.

“I couldn’t have kept us alive all this time without him! We need him! And now I might be the one who gets him killed. And my sister.” I said.

“That’s what it means to be a leader, Clarke. The truth is, we must look into the eyes of our warriors and say, “Go die for me.”.” She said.

“If only it were that easy.” I said.

“Do you know how many times I looked your sister in the eyes and sent her off to battle?” She asked.

“I thought you care about her?” I asked.

“I do! She is my best fighter and my friend but I am the leader and she is my warrior. She knows that if she must die for me to live then she will.” She said. I sighed and turned around.

“Can we please just get back to the plan?” I asked.

“No.” She said making me turn back around.

“You could be a leader your people look to. Pour their hopes and dreams into. Someone they would fight and die for.” She said.

“I never asked for that.” I said.

“I’m just trying to keep us alive.” I added and turned back to the table. Lexa came up next to me.

“You were born for this, Clarke. Same as me.” She said and went back to bed. I didn’t want to be like her. I didn’t want to be heartless.

Bellamy’s POV

I was almost where I needed to be to turn off the fog. I tried the key card that I had but it didn’t work. I started panicking a little bit, what the hell was I gonna do?

“Bellamy, come in.” Raven said over the radio.

“Yeah, I’m a little busy here, Raven.” I answered and went to find another way.

“You missed check-in. Did you find the source of the acid fog yet?” She asked.

“Making my way there now.” I answered.

“It’s taking longer than I thought.” I added.

“I don’t know enough to crack it on this end. You gotta give me something.” She said.

“I’m working on it.” I said and tried another door.

“Something’s wrong.” I said when the key card didn’t work.

“What?” She asked.

“My key card isn’t working.” I answered.

“That’s not good.” She said.

“I need to find another way in.” I said.

“I’ll call you back.” I said, but before I could take the earpiece out Two guards were pointing guns at me.

“Stay right there!” One shouted.

“Hands in the air!” He ordered. I took a second but then ran up the stairs. They found me out, this was not good at all. I ran down the halls and then back down some stairs, one was following me.

“You’re surrounded!” The other shouted. I kept running but came to a stop at the end of the hall. The one that followed me showed up and I took him by surprise. I knocked his gun out of his hands then punched him. He fell back on the stairs then I punched him once more to knock him out. I grabbed his key card and gun and used it to open the door. It worked and I went through the door.

Clarke’s POV

I walked outside to get some fresh air. One of the Grounders that were waiting outside the tent looked at me then went inside. I looked around and noticed Octavia sitting alone at a fire. I walked over and sat across from her.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“I’ve been going over it and over it in my head just trying to figure out how you’re still alive.” She said and looked at me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked playing dumb.

“I saw you in Tondc before the missile hit. I know you, Clarke. Something’s wrong. And then you and Lexa disappear and just happen to survive?” She said and I looked away. She knew.

“Tell me you didn’t know it was coming.” She said and I looked down. After a moment I looked back up at her.

“Octavia…” I said and she stared at me in horror.

“You let all those people die. You were gonna let me die.” She said getting up and I got up too.

“Hey. I did it to save Bellamy. So that we could win this war. Don’t you see that?” I asked.

“If we evacuated Tondc, Mount Weather would’ve known that someone tipped us off. They would have found your brother.” I said in a whisper.

“No, Bellamy would have never told you to do that. He would've found another way.” She said.

“I couldn’t take that risk.” I said.

“Right. Because you’re in charge now, and you decide who’s disposable.” She said and I stared at her.

“You’d have fit right in on the Council.” She said and stormed off.

“Hey, Octavia.” I stopped her.

“What?” She growled.

“You can’t tell anyone. If people found out that we-” I started.

“The alliance will break. I’m not an idiot, Clarke.” She said. Lexa came out and saw us. Octavia turned around and started walking off. But stopped when she saw Lexa.

“Commander.” She said to Lexa.

“Octavia.” She said back.

“It’s time for the southernmost guard post rotation. You should relieve them.” The Grounder with Lexa said to her.

“Indra expects me to be on the scouting mission. With Lincoln.” Octavia said.

“And now you’re needed at the guard post. Indra will join you there shortly.” The Grounder said. Octavia walked off but looked back at us. Lexa turned to her and Octavia continued walking. I walked up next to Lexa and we watched her walk off.

“She won’t say anything.” I said facing her.

“You can’t be sure of that.” She said.

“Too many people know, Clarke.” She added.

“You worry about your people, I’ll worry about mine.” I said and walked back into the tent.

Bellamy’s POV

I went back to Maya’s place. I couldn’t do this alone anymore. I needed help. I was hoping Maya’s father could help me. I knocked on the door and he opened it slightly.

“Vincent, I need your help.” I whispered. He let me in and shut the door.

“It’s all over the radio. They know about you. Anyone see you come here?” He asked.

“No. I’ve been keeping in the vents and unmonitored halls like you said.” I answered.

“Vincent.” Someone said coming into the room and it was a guard. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at him but they both stopped me.

“It’s okay, Lee’s with us.” Vincent said.

“Dante was like a father to me. Some of us don’t agree with Cage’s agenda.” He said.

“Where’s Jasper, Monty, Y/N, and Maya?” I asked.

“They’re okay. Thanks to Lee, we moved them to a wing that’s already been searched.” Vincent answered and I lowered my gun.

“Isn’t that a risk?” I asked.

“We had no choice. They’ve gone public with what happened on Level Five. They’re saying you killed ten soldiers. I don’t know how much longer we can keep this shell game going.” He answered.

“Did Maya get the drugs out of Y/N?” I asked and he shook his head.

“No, we had to move them fast. There was no time.” He answered and I sighed.

“Did you take out the acid fog yet?” He asked.

“No.” I shook my head.

“No, that’s why I’m here.” I said moving closer.

“I’m gonna need another route.” I added.

“Way ahead of you.” Vincent said and walked across the room.

“You can get there through the retrofit zones.” He said grabbing a map and laying it on the table.

“They’re off-limits.” He said.

“What?” I asked.

“No cameras, no patrols. We used some to move the kids.” He said grabbing something and I nodded.

“And that’s your other route. You’re also gonna need this. An Acetylene torch.” He said handing me it.

“Go to the northwest corridor.” He explained. I looked at the torch worried.

Clarke’s POV

I walked out of Lexa’s tent, I needed some fresh air. Or maybe I just needed to keep my mind off what was going on, either way I walked outside. I looked around and noticed Indra sitting by a fire, but Octavia wasn’t with her. I walked over to her confused.

“Indra, aren’t you supposed to be on watch?” I asked her.

“I don’t stand post.” She said giving me a confused look.

“Well, um, where’s Octavia?” I asked looking around.

“With Lincoln. Scouting the mountain.” She answered. I stared at her for a second then looked back at Lexa’s tent. Something wasn’t right. I walked off to where Lexa’s guard had ordered Octavia to go. I knew what was going on and I had to stop it. I quietly walked into the woods and found him pointing an arrow at Octavia’s back. I held my gun up to his head.

“Don’t move.” I said.

“I have orders.” He said.

“I don’t care. This is not happening.” I said. He lowered his bow.

“Let’s go.” I ordered him. He looked at me then we started walking back to camp. I marched him into Lexa’s tent then kicked him in the knee. He fell to the ground and I looked at Lexa.

“You sent him to kill Octavia? I told you she’s not a problem!” I shouted pissed off.

“Leave us.” Lexa ordered him and he got up.

“No, I’m not letting him out of my sight!” I said holding my gun to his chest. Lexa stood up and started at us.

“Stand down for now and wait for my command.” She said. He shoved my hand off him and I stormed up to her once he left.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked her.

“You can’t just kill everyone you don’t trust.” I added.

“Yes, I can.” She said and walked away from me.

“Well, I won’t let you!” I said annoyed and she sighed.

“You were willing to let her die two days ago. Nothing had changed.” She said.

“You’re wrong. I have. I can’t do this anymore.” I said and started walking away.

“Octavia is a threat. If you weren’t so close to her, you’d see that.” She said walking up to me.

“It’s because I’m so close to her that I knew she’s loyal. Her brother is more important to her than anyone. She would never endanger his life.” I said.

“And you’re willing to risk everything on that? On your feelings?” She asked.

“Yes. You say having feeling makes me weak, but you’re weak for hiding from them. I might be a hypocrite, Lexa, but you’re a liar. You felt something for Gustus. You’re still haunted by Costia. You care about Y/N because she’s your friend. You want everyone to think you’re above it all, but I see right through you.” I said walking towards her which made her back up with each step.

“Get out.” She growled at me.

“250 people died in that village. I know your felt for them. But you let them burn.” I said and she gulped.

“Not everyone. Not you.” She said. I stared at her in shock and confusion.

“Well, if you care about me, then trust me.” I said.

“Octavia is not a threat.” I added and she glanced out the tent then back at me.

“I can’t do that.” She whispered.

“I can’t sacrifice my people anymore. If you do anything to hurt Octavia, I’ll tell everyone we knew about the missile.” I said and she stared at me. I walked out of her tent and looked back at it. I took a deep breath and looked around.

Bellamy’s POV

I crawled through the vents Vincent told me about and finally made it to the right one. I took out the Acetylene torch he gave me and cut through it. I quietly put the grate down and slid out of the vent. I put the torch away and pulled out my gun. I looked around to make sure no one was here then quietly made my way to where I needed to go. I found an emergency axe and smashed the glass to get it out. I climbed up to where I saw a door and used the axe to break the control panel. I shoved the axe in the door so they would at least have a harder time opening it.

“Come in, Raven. I made it.” I said looking over the place.

“I hope you have a plan.” I added.

“We’re still working on it. Give us something to go on. What do you see?” She asked.

“A huge steel vat, looks like a submarine.” I said and went to look around more.

“Some other tanks with chemical formulas and warning labels. A bunch of pipes going into the wall. A monitor.” I said listing stuff off.

“Oh, go to the monitor.” Wick said.

“Hello to you too.” I said going to the monitor.

“Don’t mind Wick. He’s not really helping.” Raven said.

“Hey, Bellamy. How’s my boy Monty doing?” Wick asked.

“Fine, but I don’t know for how long. Him, Jasper, and Maya all are watching Y/N. She’s drugged up thanks to Cage and they couldn’t get the drug out of her.” I answered.

“Great. Pleasantries over. Listen, if that monitor is a control panel, we can use it to kill this thing. Look for a pH scale.” He said.

“Right.” I said and started looking.

“Well, it has a scale, but the rest, uh...S3, V2, O5...H2, S2,07.” I said listing off the things it said.

“Can I just blow this thing?” I groaned.

“No, they’ll know their defenses are down. They’ll send a tech to fix it, reroute it, or pull out a weapon we don’t even know about.” Wick said.

“Plus, you’d probably melt your face off.” Raven added. I sighed and just stared at the monitor.

“Look, you know I like a good explosion, But we gotta think our way through this one. We can do this. Here we go.” She said.

“Okay, uh...Level indicator.” I said.

“No.” Wick said.

“Do you see an actuator anywhere?” Raven asked.

“I have no idea what that is.” I answered.

“Come on, what else?” Wick asked.

“Internal pressure sensor.” I said.

“No.” Wick answered again.

“Set point and alarm.” I said.

“Let’s avoid that one.” Wick said.

“Maintenance and cleaning.” I said.

“Bellamy, go to that subdirectory. See if there’s anything there that says ‘passivation.’” Wick said.

“Okay, I’m on it.” I said clicking on the name.

“I got it.” I said once I found it. I opened it up and another thing popped up.

“It says uh, ‘Aqueous sodium hydroxide bath.’” I read.

“That’s the base. That’ll neutralize the acid. Select that.” He said. I pushed the button and then heard something humming.

“It’s doing something.” I said.

“You should be able to hear the pump.” Raven said.

“I can hear them.” I said looking back at them.

“Needle’s moving.” I said looking back at the screen.

“The pH is rising.” I said.

“It’s working.” Wick said.

“‘Passivation successful.’” I said reading the screen.

“Alright, send the flare.” I said.

“Roger that.” Raven said.

Clarke’s POV

One of Lexa’s guards had told me that she wanted to see me. I told them I’d go and made my way to her tent. I walked in and saw her looking at plans.

“You sent for me?” I asked.

“Yes. Octavia has nothing to fear from me.” She said.

“I do trust you, Clarke.” She added.

“I know how hard that is for you.” I said and she faced me.

“You think our ways are harsh, but it’s how we survive. Your sister understands that.” Lexa said.

“Maybe life should be about more than just surviving. Don’t we deserve better than that?” I asked looking away.

“Maybe we do.” She said and I looked back at her. Lexa placed her hand on me and kissed me. I kissed her back and placed my hand on her back.

“I’m sorry.” I said pulling away.

“But, I’m not ready to be with anyone.” I told her.

“Not yet.” I added.

“Flashen-de!” (The signal!) We heard someone shout from outside.

“Heda, kom op quick!” (Commander, come quick!) They added and we rushed outside. We looked at the sky and saw the flare.

“Bellamy did it!” I said relieved.

“You were right to have faith in him.” Lexa said and we looked at each other.

“Now we fight.” She growled. Lexa ran to the top of the hill and looked down at everyone.

“Heda!” Everyone was shouting.

“Tanga lound to hornde!” (Sound the horn!) Lexa ordered and two men blew their horns.

“Gon war!” (To war!) Lexa shouted and everyone cheered. Everyone gathered their things and we started out march.

Bellamy’s POV

I was about to leave when I noticed a gage on one of the tanks. I walked over to it and cleaned the gunk off it to actually see it. The pH level was in the red… I rushed back over to the monitor and saw it still said the same thing, that everything was fine.

“Raven, we got a problem.” I said panicked.

“Damn it! Where are you?” I asked.

“I don’t think the acid fog is down!” I said.

“Get word to Clarke. We have to stop the army!” I said.

“Raven?” I called.

Cage’s POV

“Raven, we got a problem.Damn it! Where are you? I don’t think the acid fog is down! Get word to Clarke. We have to stop the army! Raven?” We overheard the intruders call.

“Confirmed, sir.” Emerson said.

“The intruder’s radio has been cut off.” He added.

“Raven, what’s going on?” He asked his friend that wouldn’t be able to answer him.

“Reset the panel.” I said with a smirk.

“The army’s almost in range.” I said looking at the screen.

“Good job finding the radio, lieutenant.” I said.

“Do a sweep, make sure they have no more.” I ordered.

“Yes, sir.” He said.

“And bring me the intruder.” I said. Emerson left to do his job and I looked around.

“I’m going to check on my girl, I’ll be back before they get in range.” I said and left the room. I went to my room and opened the door.

“Y/N, everything will be-” I started but didn’t see her in the room.

“No…” I said and turned on my heel. I stormed back into the control room and grabbed a radio.

“Lieutenant! They took her. Find her now!” I growled into the radio.

“Yes, sir.” He said. I’ll get her back, she was too weak to leave on her own. I doubt she was even awake when they took her.

Bellamy’s POV

Raven wasn’t answering and something was wrong. I watched as the pH went back to zero.

“Oh, no. No!” I said freaking out. An alarm went off and then there was banging on the door. Shit. I looked around and saw a tank that said ‘Oxygen FLAMMABLE’ on it. I looked at the torch in my hand and back at it. Better than nothing. They busted the door down and held a gun at me.

“Drop your weapon!” One shouted and I ran.

“Move, move, move! Go!” The other shouted. I went behind the tank and thought this out.

“He’s armed. Don’t be a hero.” One of them said as they walked closer to me.

“Show yourself!” One ordered.

“Hands first.” He added and I set the lit torch down. I ran for the vent and they started shooting at me.

“Cease fire! Don’t hit the tanks!” The guy leading them shouted. I crawled in further to the vent and they looked in. I took out both guns and shot at them. I shot until there was no ammo left then turned around to crawl. I heard on crawl in after me, but I just had to get away as fast as possible. I heard the explosion and I made it to the end just before the flames could get me.

Cage’s POV

“The Veil is ready on your command, sir.” Emerson said. He had men looking for Y/N so he came back here.

“Wait until they’re all inside the kill box. Ten more seconds.” I said.

“Roger that.” He said.

“Deploying in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1.” He said and pressed the button.

“We’re go for Veil.” I said with a smile.

“Well?” I asked looking at the screen.

“We are negative on Veil deployment.” Emerson said.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Soldiers are reporting an explosion in Chemicals Deployment. Multiple casualties.” hE SAID.

“The Veil system’s gone.” Someone said over the radio.

“The Veil is down. I repeat, The Veil is down.” Emerson said.

“What else can we use?” I asked annoyed.

“The Reapers can’t take a force this large.” He said.

“Don’t tell me what we can’t do! Tell me what else we have!” I shouted.

“Nothing. All we have is the doors.” He said and I looked back at the screen.

Clarke’s POV

We were making our way to the mountain. We weren’t too far away. I walked up next to Octavia, she looked pissed.

“Hey.” I said looking at her worriedly.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“I’m changing your mission. You’re not going to the mines with Indra. I’m placing you in the rear guard, where you’ll be safe.” I said.

“Like hell you are. I don’t take orders from you. I take orders from Indra.” She said.

“I’m trying to protect you, Octavia.” I said.

“Protect me.” She growled.

“One day hopefully you’ll understand what I did.” I said.

“Never. I’ll fight this war with you now because I want our friend’s back, but after that we’re done.” She said and I said nothing more.

“The Commander’s looking for you.” Indra said to me. I nodded and walked away. I stood by Lexa’s side as everyone shouted, they were ready. It was time for this to end. Time to get our friends back.

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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Dog Days: Prologue

A/N: What’s up y’all! So today I give you the beginning, or third part, of the series Dog Days. Hitting y’all 2 times with the feels in one day, with this and chapter 7 of Work Out. If you want to be included let me know, I’ll make a permanent tag soon.

Warnings: slight angst from a past thought

Word Count: 1,629😁

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“Damnit. The traffic in an airport in Atlanta, is worse than LA traffic. Move people, come on!”

“Mom. It’ll be ok? Don’t worry.” My 10 year old son, Javier, didn’t even look up from his Nintendo Switch, as we moved on the conveyor belt. We maneuvered through the crowds quickly, and precisely, but folks like to be slow.

“Javier, my sweet, sweet boy. Your mama needs to sleep. This plane ride will help me out greatly.”

Traveling from state to state, to make sure my magazine thrived for location shoots, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. Not at this hour however, still not a morning person even though I’m fully awake.

“How did the interview go with Normani? She’s really pretty.” The way his eyes lit up when I mentioned I had an interview with an up and coming singer, was like a kid going to Disney World.all wide eyed and bushy tailed.

“It went great. She has new music coming out soon and I love her drive; her commitment and style. It was fun. Does my little man have a crush? Ooh Javier imma tell my mama.” I enjoyed teasing him every now and then.

“Mom! Come on.” The cheesy grin on his face was so precious. He tried to hide behind his knees in his seat, as we waited for our group number to be called. We were a few hours early anyway.

I bet you're wondering when did I have time to have a kid? I started to remember how I got my little angel.

Almost 14 years ago, I had Javier with my late fiancé Vincenzo Giovani. He was the love of my life when we first met and I thought we’d last. I was wrong, way wrong. He was in an intense line of work and I didn’t like any of it. By the time I had Javier, Vinny was in too deep with the Italian mafia. Under his father's ruling, and apparently my father’s jurisdiction, it was meant to be.

It was more of a business move for him, and I didn’t want to be in any part of it. I was still in my 20’s, very young and in college for my second degree: I was so emotional by the end of it all and it had gotten worse after I had Javier. The further into our relationship, the sweet nature I thought Vinny had was just a facade. The fights got worse: the emotional abuse was horrific and my physical being proved that I was a victim. I hated that my son grew up around that environment, seeing his mother be hurt like that.

So I decided to have Javier go live with my mother, for the time being, till I got matters sorted out. It was late one night, on a Wednesday and raining, I got into a fight with Vinny. It was a great deal of arguing; items being thrown and broken, and one moment that pushed us both over the edge.

I had mentioned how he was a bad father, and a horrible baby daddy on top of it all. He pushed me against the wall and got in my face. Telling me over and over how I wasn’t anything to him: I was a waste of space, just one of his many baby mamas he has laying around. I wasn’t anything to him, I felt enraged all over again.

Before he could hit me again, like he’d used to do countless times, he choked me. I clawed at his arm as much as I could, gasping for air. My vision treading to go black, until I grabbed his gun. He barely let me go and I shoved it against his torso. He looked me dead in my eyes and said ‘you wouldn’t dare. You don’t have the guts to shoot me.’ I thought over all the times I’ve been hurt; the nights I cried and felt alone. He squeezed my throat harder and then a bang rang through the house.

I shot him in cold blood, about 4 times. All those years of feeling inadequate I finally felt at peace. Crying in being released from my physical prison. I was thankful that my son wasn’t there during all of that. I still carry that burden till this day. Wishing I had raised Javier in a better environment.

The nightmares of him trying to kill me, kept coming back every now and then. A year later, the day I met Henry through Roxie changed all of that. He made the nightmares vanish, with his caring love and good nature. He even taught me self defense and he restored my faith in falling in love.

Javier was young, but knew of Henry growing up. The only father figure he’s ever known over the course of five and a half years that we dated. It hurt him for us to break up, it hurt him tremendously. The reason we broke up, was because of my father Julian. He was going to blackmail me, for killing Vinny, if I didn’t break up with Henry.

He would say that I wasn’t good for Henry’s image, and I didn’t need to be in his spotlight. I didn’t want to break up with him, he was my light, and it hurt us both. My father, who I don’t even claim as my dad anymore, is a bitter old man who doesn’t want anyone else to be happy but him. No wonder my mother divorced him because he ain’t shit. He cheated on a good woman, who birthed all four of his kids, with a woman who was like family, and had the audacity to get mad when my mom gave him divorce papers.

Someday I was hoping, Henry and I would get back together, and it looks like we just might. I took the initiative to talk to him at the beginning of 2018, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made.

“Mom, it’s our turn to board. Warm cookies here I come!” The tug on my arm from my active little boy, took me out of my trance, focusing back on the task at hand of getting back home.

Wiping away my tears, I caught up with him. “I’m coming Jay, wait for me please.”

“Sorry. I just want the window seat this time around, you know? Slightly more leg room and- dad?” Javier stopped in front of me, causing a slight jam, luckily no one was hurt.

He hasn’t said that phrase in god knows how long. Why would he be saying that though? I glanced up to see what all the commotion was and froze. He did mention he had business in Atlanta, but didn’t say what time he’d be going back to California.

“Javier? Oh my god look at you, you’ve gotten so big.” The way he hugged him, was like a reunion you’d see in those Lifetime movies. Just full of love and a few happy tears were shared.

“Your mom didn’t tell me you’d be going to Atlanta with her.”

“She also didn’t say she talks to you too. I'm glad you both are talking and I hope it’s long term?” The hopeful turn in his voice was sweet and caring. Just like any kid that’s wishing for a miracle to happen.

We both looked at each other for a split second, then back at Javier. “It’s possible.” We say simultaneously.

“Yes! Oh this better than Christmas, mom we’re in the same area as dad. You two over there, I’ll be here across from y’all.” Gathering all his belongings, he made it his mission to get comfy on the way back home.

Sitting next to Henry, after placing my stuff in the overhead bin, I couldn’t help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl around him all over again.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Leon.” His smooth voice, mixed with his infamous smirk, overtook my thought process.

Biting my bottom lip, I couldn’t suppress my giggle. “You as well, Mr. Cavill.”

“Are you guys free tomorrow? I’d like to spend the day with you, if that’s ok with him Javier?” Henry asked cautiously.

The classic kid in a candy store look. This kid, without a shadow of a doubt, knew how to work somebody. “It’s totally fine with me! Mom?”

“I don’t see why not. Sounds like a plan.” Henry slyly laced our fingers together, kissing the back of my hand gingerly. Javier was smiling like a kid in a candy store, before going back to his game.

Henry leaned over next to me, whispering in my ear. “Ever since we saw each other that day at the art festival, you’ve been glowing. What’s your secret?”

“Getting my light back to shine in my life.” The way I whispered back to him, as I started scratching his chin, I could swear his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Boy you are so sprung over me.” I smiled happily.

He kissed my nose, making me melt at his words. “That’s because my love for you never truly died. It rose from the ashes when you kissed me again.”

“Damn you’re good.”

“I’ve been told. I’ve missed you Yaya.” His genuine smirk was unmistakable. Resting my head on his shoulder, it felt like we never broke up to begin with.

“I’ve missed you too Dally, so very much.” Placing s kiss on his cheek, I noticed how read he had gotten by it. Javier chuckled at us both with glee, happy to be in the presence of his parents reunion.

This was going to be a pleasant reunion, cause God bless the friendly skies, Javier was definitely getting his wish after all.

#henry x amiyah #amiyah leon #henry cavill x amiyah leon #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #meagan tandy #dog days #dog days prologue #henry cavill x oc

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Lasting Embers pt5: Temper

Yang:*pushes Yujin back*

Yujin:*slides a few feet back* Tsk, Show me what you got! *lunges*

Yang:*side steps* Yujin I- *ducks* can we- *blocks* listen!!!!

*Ruby and Tai finally catch up*

Ruby:What’s going-

Yujin:*swinging relentlessly*

Ruby:Woah.....

Tai:This can’t end well.

Ruby:I didn’t know Yujin’s eyes change like Yang’s. She looks...just like her basically.

Raven:No one knew.

Ruby:Huh?

Jaune:I think she finally unlocked her semblance.

Yang:*shooting a volley of flares*

Yujin:*Delflecting each one* quit it with the warning shots. *vanishes*

Yang:What the...?

Raven:She’s faster than usual. *looking up*

Yujin:*diving at Yang* What are you looking at!?

Yang:Huh? *jumps out the way, earth cracks slightly*

Raven:And a bit stronger....

Yujin:*kicks off her sword. Ramming herself into Yang*

*Yang stumbles into a tree*

Jaune:I’m not quite sure if that’s strength; something feels off.

Tai:Way off....

Yang:*standing up*

Yujin:Age 6, I read up on swordplay to impress dad. He taught me not to just use my sword as a weapon.

Yang:*launches herself, starts a barrage of hits.

Yujin:*weaving* Age 7, nothing but foot work; day in and day out. I got so good dad wanted me to do soccer. *roundhouse*

Yang:*grabs it and flings her into a tree*

Yujin:*unfazed* Nice counter.... *grabs sword with two hands* My turn now; age 8, swordplay.

Tai:*inspecting her* She....looks fine. Almost unaffected by any hit.

*giant dent in the tree*

Yang:*shaking out her arm*

Jaune:I can’t be sure but I think she’s denser or something. More...durable.

Ruby:Are you saying she’s like Hazel almost?

Yujin:*radiating aura, almost like she’s bathed in white flames*

Jaune:I’m saying while I’m defense and Yang is attack, she might’ve found a weird middle ground between us.

Ruby:That’s....*looking at her* outright scary.

Yujin:Haaaaaaa! *swinging downward*

Yang:*catches it in between her hands* (she’s not letting up! I don’t want to do this but....) Sorry..... *sweeps her leg*

Yujin:*tries throwing a punch mid fall*

Yang:*dodges back and punts her across the yard*

*Yujin lays on the ground*

Raven:*whincing*She had to feel that.

Jaune:Yang!!!

Yang:I know it’s just...I was running out choice-*head jerks back, like if she was hit* O....owwww *holding her knows* You can’t be serious....aura attacks

Yujin:*Standing up* I spent....a whole summer with Uncle Ren and Aunt Nora when I was nine. *dusting herself off*

Ruby: Never would’ve thought your kid would be so...ambitious.

Jaune:Yeah well she heard about a girl so good that they got into Beacon two years early. She wants to be that good *holds up a letter* and just might be.

Ruby:*smile creeps on her face* Isn’t that flattering? Too bad it’s lead her to this....

Tai:It doesn’t help Yang doesn’t want to go all out. Who could against their child? It’s only making Yujin angrier though.

Yang:*breathing deeply*

Ruby:(Honestly Yang would go all out if it meant something to Yujin. She’s just...tired; I’m tired. Who would’ve thought home would’ve been another battlefield.)

Yang:Yujin....let’s stop this please. I know you’re upset with me and I get it. Let’s talk and-

Yujin:I don’t think you do; there’s no way you could. You’re The Blazing Huntress known as Yang Xiao Long. Do you know how many people know about you; how many people you’ve met!?

Yang:......

Yujin:It’s bad enough everyone in Patch alone adores you but the entire world knows your name, seen your accomplishments, knows about your many different achievements; things I wish you told me yourself. Do you know how embarrassing it is when everyone at schools knows more about your mom then you? For ten years people have asked to meet you and I have to say you’re busy! *ignites sword*

Yang:*eyes turn back to normal* I....didn’t know.

Yujin:How could you! You weren’t around! Learned hand to hand with gramps at 10. Created this sword with Grandma at 11, but that’s not all with her. First fight, win, loss, tournament, flu, puberty, everything. She’s been more of a mom then you!

*sword turns white hot*

Yang:*puts up her guard*

Yujin:*Shaking* I’ve learned so much and none of it from you! Even this next move... *reels sword back* Adam had to teach me....

Yang:*flinches* Who did you just-

Yujin:Sunslice! *wave of fiery white aura flies off her slash*

Yang:.......*jumps over it*

*trees behind her cut and burned*

Yang:(How did-)*sees Yujin above her*

Yujin:*glowing lilac eyes, weapon in gauntlet mode*

Yang:(How did I let this happen to you?) *knocked straight down to the ground*

*dust everywhere blocks the view*

Everyone:.....

Ruby:*covering her mouth* Yang...

Raven:*blows dust and fire away*

Yang:*pinned down on her back crying*

Yujin:*Huff* Age 12 *huff* I begged him to teach me. He’s the only person who could just be blunt with me. Dad would try to hide it for my sake but he was miserable without you. No matter he’d put on a smile just for me; and it broke my heart.

Jaune:.......

Yujin:I could lie and tell you that hurt you missed my birthdays but the truth is it hurt you missed everyday. *tearing up* I stopped believing you’d come back at 13. By 14 I honestly started to believe it would be better that you didn’t. *crying* That you just missed too much to catch up on.

Yang:*feels the tear drops hit her face*

Yujin:Here you are though when I’m 15. We’re basically strangers to each other now. “It’s been awhile” yeah, ten whole years. Do you know what absolute worst part about all this!? *punches the ground*

Yang: *watching her quiver* W...what....?

Yujin:I UNDERSTAND! *gets off her* It’s no secret you went off to go save the world; that you probably had every reason to leave us behind. It doesn’t make me feel any better at all though; people want me to take pride in the fact my mom is out there protecting humanity. I never cared about that though, I.....

Yang:*getting up*

Yujin:*tears roll down her face* I just wanted you to be my mom. Even if it meant not fighting for humanity. What kind of person says something so selfish?

Yang:*takes a step forward* I’m....

Yujin:*takes a step back*

Yang:*crying* I’m sorry.....

Yujin:Yeah....me too. *runs off*

Yang:Wait I- *drops to the ground in pain*

*everyone runs to her*

Jaune:*lifting her up* You’re way passed your limit.

Yang:Never mind me! We have to-

Ruby:You’re gonna go inside and rest. I doubt she has anything else she wants to say to you right now. That’s why I’m gonna get her.

Tai:Raven and I can help.

Ruby:No, hate to break it to you but I think you guys always being the ones around isn’t gonna make things better. Stay here with Yang *walks away* I think I can handle anything my niece has to give.

Raven:Check the training grounds and memorial. I doubt she’ll get too far.

*sunsetting*

Ruby:Thanks, I think I’ll let her cool off a bit. No need to speed to her too fast. Yang.....

Yang:......

Ruby:I don’t think I have to tell you this but you’re a good a mom. Yujin knows it too; I can tell. So please, try and rest as much as possible okay. Leader’s orders.

Yang:....*wipes her face* understood...

Ruby:*smiles* Jaune take care of your wife. Leave your daughter to me.

#rwby #rwby lasting embers #yujin xiao long #tai yang xiao long #yang xiao long #jaune arc #ruby rose #raven branwen #rwby dragonslayer

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yootaesowlwrites · 5 years

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Give Me Strength Chapter 7;

"I really need to get laid." Jayden mumbles. "And soon." He adds on, placing a cigarette bud between his lips.

"Yeah, you do," Alex says, turning to look at him, Jayden rolls his eyes but she only gives him a smirk, the sun was busy setting and the two of them were enjoying the sunset on her front lawn, Alex was just thankful the winter sun wasn't as warm but it was still burning her skin, she looks across the street and saw Elijah standing in front of Gilbert home looking at her and Jayden, Elijah looks into her eyes and it was almost like she was in a trance, she couldn't look away from him and it was as if the world was fading away.

"Do you think Santino might drop by later with something to drink?" Jayden asks, pulling her out of the trance, she looks at Jayden thinking for a moment. "Alex?" Jayden says, not sure if she had heard him or not.

"Can you repeat the question? I wasn't paying attention." Alex says it wasn't a lie.

"Ugh, I asked do you think Santino will drop by later with some booze?" Jayden asks.

"I uh, doubtfully, he messaged me earlier and said he was out of town for the day," Alex says, Jayden lets out a loud groan.

"Fuck," Jayden mumbles before placing the cigarette bud back into his mouth.

"Alex, correct?" A voice says from a few feet away, Alex turns her attention to the sidewalk where Elijah stood.

"That would be me, yes," Alex says. "Elijah, if I remember correctly."

"Indeed it is," Elijah says, making his way towards them. "I was just wondering, do you perhaps know where I can find Elena Gilbert?" Elijah asks, Jayden chuckles knowing neither he nor Alex knew where Elena was nor did they give a damn.

"Really? The Gilbert girl?" Jayden asks, causing Elijah to look at him. "She hates us with passion, besides if it's a woman you want, you got a ten out of ten right here," Jayden says, and gestures to Alex, Elijah turns his attention back to Alex and waits for a response from her, he did direct the question to her in the first place.

"Haven't seen that bitch all day today, have you tried the Salvatore brother's bedroom? I'm almost sure that you will find her there." Alex says Elijah nods his head.

"I see, thank you very much for the information," Elijah says, taking notice of the cigarette buds covering her front lawn.

"Yeah, no problem," Alex says, picking up the cigarette packet, Elijah lets out a sigh as he walks away before Alex could even light the cigarette.

"What's wrong with him?" Jayden asks. "I mean seriously, Elena Gilbert when you're right here," Jayden states, Alex shrugs her shoulders. "Oh come on, you must admit he is handsome."

"Sure, he looks good and all, but if he wants to get in bed with Elena Gilbert then I sure as do not want him," Alex says. "Anyway, I need some drugs, I'm running a little low."

"Yeah, I'll talk to dad, but he's expecting payment," Jayden says, Alex nods her head.

"How much and how soon do you think you can get it for me?"

"We should probably head inside," Alex says, the sun had long set and it was almost 9 pm.

"Hm... Probably." Jayden says, suddenly he was yanked to his feet and a hand wrapped around his neck, Alex quickly snapped out of her dazed stake and stood up.

"Hey, what the fuck man, let him go!" Alex says, she couldn't see who it was but the figure looked familiar.

"Leave." The intruder says and released Jayden, Alex instantly recognized that voice and knew who it was, Jayden turns to look at Alex as if nothing had just happened.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Alex," Jayden says in some sort of trance, he walks away completely ignoring the intruder.

"Jay," Alex says, beginning to follow Jayden only for Damon Salvatore to grab her forearm and pull her back. "Let go of me! What did you do to him?!" Alex demands loudly as she was forcefully turned towards Damon. "Ow, ow."

"Like I would let you go, I need answers from you first and if you were smart you would choose to cooperate because I'm pissed off right now, because a bunch of damn mutts tries to kill me," Damon spits out. "So If I were you, I'd do exactly as I tell you to do unless you want to end up dead," Damon says, Alex tries to pull her arm away from him but his grasps only tightens around her skin, causing bruising. "You're coming with me," Damon says before Alex could protest she was already in another location and forcefully pushed to the floor inside of the Salvatore Boarding House.

"Ouch, what the fuck!" Alex says, grabbing her wrists, Damon grabs the back of her head and pulls her to her feet. "Ow, ouch, let me go!" Alex says, reaching behind her to try to grab his wrist, she scratches at his arm but it was useless. "Why are you doing this? Why am I here?" Alex asks, pain clear in her voice.

"I'm asking the questions here," Damon says. "And answer honestly, what does Elijah want?" Damon asks, pulling her hair and bending her backwards.

"OW! I DON'T KNOW!" Alex quickly answers him, it felt like he was pulling her hair out of her head.

"Why was he talking to you?" Damon demands rather than ask.

"HE ASKED WHERE ELANA WAS!" Alex says, tears forms in her eyes and in a blink of an eye Alex was harshly pinned up against the wall, a gasp of pain leaves her lips.

"What else did ask?" Damon asks, fear creeps into Alex as Damon's eyes begin changing colour and veins pop up on his skin underneath his eyes.

"NOTHING ELSE!" Alex says fearfully.

"How do you know, Elijah?" Damon asks.

"None of your business!" Alex says wanting to be brave but regrets it the moment those words leave her mouth, Damon slams his fists against the wall next to her head causing her to yelp.

"How do you know him?" Damon spits out.

"I don't! I only know his name!" Alex says, Damon grabs her jawline and forcefully holds her head in place and looks into her eyes.

"Tell me the truth." Damon compels her.

"I am, only met him when I bumped into him a couple of days ago, Jenna later introduces us when they stopped by my house," Alex says, she was too fearfully to notice how robotic she sounded.

"So you're not working for him?" Damon asks, disappointed she was only another dead end.

"No," Alex whispers.

"Then you're just another dead end," Damon says, Fangs grew from his mouth making Alex close her eyes in complete fear.

"Please let me go..." Alex whimpers. "I swear I won't tell anybody," Alex says, she lets out an ear-piercing scream as Damon's teeth sink into her skin on her neck, she desperately tries to push him away from her but with his super strength she failed miserably, suddenly Damon's teeth were roughly pulled out from her skin and Damon was thrown across the room while Alex sinks to the floor, bringing her hand to the wound on her neck and covering it but blood quickly leaked through fingers as she started to bleed out, tears now rolled down her cheeks as it sinks in, she might die tonight.

"What the fuck, Damon?" Stefan asks, Alex could see Stefan speaking to his brother but she couldn't hear anything besides her heart beating louder than thunder in her ears, Damon looks at Alex causing her to push herself further up against the wall before he vanished in front of her eyes, Stefan's face suddenly appears in front of Alex causing her to gasp.

"NO! STAY AWAY, DON'T HURT ME!" Alex screams, trying to push herself even closer against the wall, wishing the world could just swallow her up.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Stefan tries to reason with her, but how could she believe him after what she had just witnessed with Damon.

"How the fuck can I trust you?! You're just like your brother!" Alex says. "A monster." She whispers, but Stefan heard her.

"I'm not, let me help you," Stefan says, he could see her skin turning pale as she lost more and more blood. "You're losing too much blood." Stefan states, he needed to get her heart rate to slow down and slow the bleeding. "Take in a deep breath, I need you to calm down," Stefan softly says, Alex watching him with caution as she takes in a deep breath. "Good, you're doing great," Stefan says, but makes the mistake of moving closer to her.

"No, stay back!" Alex says loudly, Stefan looks up and into her eyes knowing he didn't have much time before she bleeds to death or much of another choice but to compel her.

"Go to sleep, you look tired." Stefan compels her, it took only seconds before Alex could feel her eyelids become heavy and yawn, she falls asleep and her hand falls away from her neck exposing the bleeding wound. "Dammit, Damon," Stefan mumbles while carefully picking her up and speeding to one of the bedrooms in the mansion, now he only needed to clean the wound and stop the bleeding somehow.

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thinkyoureholy · 6 years

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Dissonants [7]

[WARNING : Heavy mentions of blood and lots of violence. If at any time you feel uncomfortable please stop reading.]

Pairing : Byun Baekhyun / Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Mature Language, Future Fluff, Future Smut, Gang!AU

Word : 4.1k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I looked down at the charms on my wrists, smiling fondly at them. I had a charm for every member of the group, current and past members included. On one there was a book for Haise who loved to read, a pen for Hyera who loved to write, a pair of safety goggles for Saiko who loved playing around with chemicals, a small gun for Urie who spent the majority of his time at the shooting range, and finally a pair of headphones for Ji who loved his music more than anything. I felt my eyes well up with tears as I delicately rolled the miniature set of headphones between my fingers. As I rolled the small charm between my fingers I was suddenly bombarded by memories, knowing there was nothing I could do to get him back. Anything I did from this point on wouldn’t change the fact that he was gone and I think that’s what hurt the most. The one time he needed me I wasn’t there, I was powerless.

“What are you thinking about?”

I raised my head to see Baekhyun walk into the room, the smile that he had on his face immediately falling at seeing the tears in my eyes. I quickly looked away from him, wiping at the few tears that managed to escape. I let out a small chuckle, embarrassed to have him see me like this.

“Nothing.” I told him with a small smile.

He didn’t looked convinced, sitting down in the chair across from me. In the past few days we’ve gotten more and more comfortable around each other. Of course neither of us brought up the kiss, partially because we were too busy planning the mission.

“I always wanted to ask you what those charms were for…” He said, breaking me out of my thoughts as he looked down at my wrists.

I looked down at my bracelets as well, lifting my wrists slightly before letting them fall back down to my lap, “They’re for my members.”

“But there’s ten charms…”

“I started out with ten members, including myself there were eleven of us total.” I told him, a tight lipped smile on my face, “Even though those other five betrayed me or sold me out...they were still family.”

“But you still got rid of them…”

“I had to. The moment they chose to betray me they became a threat to the rest of my people. If I had to get my hands dirty and kill off the ones that posed a threat to the others then so be it. I would do it again if I had to.” I said, my voice firm, “But it doesn’t mean it hurts any less.”

Baekhyun stayed quiet for a moment, the things I told him sinking in. Maybe with this new information he’d see I wasn’t the cold hearted bitch everyone thought I was. For some odd reason I didn’t want Baekhyun to see me that way. And for the most part he’s given me the benefit of the doubt, something I’m grateful for. If you were to tell me that I’d be having a nice chat with the jerk that kept getting in my way all those months ago I’d laugh in your face.

I could tell he wanted to say something but he was holding back. I waved my hand, redirecting his gaze that seemed glued to the ring on my finger up to my face. He blinked a couple times before lifting up his gaze to look me in the eyes. He had this soft look in his eyes, a look that set my insides ablaze.

“L.H.S.” Was all he said, reading out the initials on my ring.

I snapped out of the trace he had me in, looking down at my ring with a sad smile on my lips, “Lee Hyun Soo.”

I’m sure Baekhyun could hear the sadness in my voice, my voice dropping down to a whisper at saying his name. I was thankful that he decided not to question me any further. This was a story I haven’t been able to tell anyone yet, not even Haise. It’d been years but the pain I felt that day was still very much there and no matter how hard I tried to forget I was never able to. I didn’t want to forget him completely, I will forever cherish the moments we had together but that one terrible memory always seemed to overshadow the others. That day still haunted my dreams, though I was better at hiding it as time went by. My heart never fully recovered.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt him slide his hand into mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. Soon enough I felt his hand cup the side of my face, his thumb wiping away at any stray tears. I said nothing as I watched the look in his eyes intensify. His gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips as he leaned in ever so slightly. I stayed still, my heart racing as I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do even though I had an idea. The closer he got the fast my heart rate got, his lips now only mere centimeters away from mine. Just as he was about to place a kiss on my lips someone knocked on the door before opening it, causing the two of us to pull away from each other.

I looked over to see Haise and Chanyeol walk in. Chanyeol had a smug smirk on his face as his gaze flickered between Baekhyun and I. Haise on the other hand was looking at a folder that was in his hands, only just looking up. His eyes immediately hardened at seeing Baekhyun in the room but as soon as his gaze landed on me that hardness vanished almost as if it wasn’t there.

“This better be good.” Baekhyun said firmly, Chanyeol snickering at his irritation.

Haise set his jaw before speaking to me, giving his back to Baekhyun, “Urie found him.”

At that I sat up quickly, giving Haise my full attention. I signalled for him to continue, my plan changing slightly because of his location. Urie found out Kyungsoo was hiding out in an old abandoned house a few miles out of the city. It was hard for him to find it since he was looking for building in Kyungsoo’s name but would always come up empty, that is until he used Heejin’s name. With the location now being an old two story house it'd be a little more that difficult to get all of them in there without Kyungsoo knowing about it. If it was a warehouse then it would've easier for them to sneak in undetected.

“This means I really do have to go in alone.” I said to myself, forgetting that they were in the room.

“Like hell you are.” Both Haise and Baekhyun let out in protest.

I sighed heavily, “I’m not having anyone die for me.”

“And who said anything about anyone dying?” Baekhyun countered, his eyes letting me now he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“If you can come up with an idea to get all our people in there without Kyungsoo knowing then fine, we do it your way. But if you can’t and Kyungsoo has his men lined up waiting for us then I’m going in alone. I can keep him busy long enough for you to fight your way in.”

“And if you die?” Baekhyun asked.

“Then I die and-”

“And that's it, huh? I’m not letting you do this fucking suicide mission on your own.” Haise said sternly, cutting me off, “If we do this we’re doing this together.”

“What the hell did I tell you about disobeying my orders? It is my life and you will follow my orders. You swore you would-”

“I didn’t sign up to watch you kill yourself!”

“I’m doing this to protect you! All of you!” I shouted, getting up abruptly, “I won't--I won’t have any more of you die, I can’t. I’ve lost too many to lose you too.”

“Just like you lost Hyunsoo?! You lost him because of the same mistake your about to do now. You thought you were the only one sacrificing yourself to save someone? What the hell do you think Hyunsoo did?!” He shot back.

My jaw went slack at hearing Hyunsoo’s name come out of Haise’s mouth. Haise must’ve seen how taken aback I was, his gaze softening a bit.

“Who do you think sent me to you? You really thought I just randomly found you? I promised Hyun that I would protect you-”

“Get out.” I said harshly, cutting him off as a dangerous glint appeared in my eyes, “Sasaki Haise, I swear if you’re not out of my sight within the next five seconds you’ll regret everything that just came out of that fucking mouth of yours.”

He set his jaw at my words, knowing they weren’t just hollow threats. He’s known me long enough to know that I was a woman of my word. He said nothing as he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, slamming the door roughly behind him.

“Do you have anything else to add?” I asked Baekhyun through gritted teeth as I turned around to face him.

Baekhyun only smiled softly before speaking, “Nope. Now tell me more about this plan of yours, after all you are the one in charge here.”

“Everyone fan out, surround the house. Kill anyone that gets in your way.” I told them, Haise and Baekhyun having gone on ahead to scout the area.

This left me in charge of the others. I knew Saiko, Urie, Junmyeon, and Chanyeol would give me no problems but the others? I’m not sure if they’d follow so easily. Surprisingly they gave little resistance to my orders as they nodded in agreement before taking off into their designated groups. I had Urie with me while Saiko went off with Chanyeol. I could see the different groups through the tree, letting me know we were in the right formation to strike perfectly. Once through the clearing however, I could tell just how outnumbered we really were. I could see the one I remembered to be called Jongdae standing at the front. At seeing him I pulled out my knives and ran straight towards him. I was only a few feet away from him when I brought my ringed finger up to my lips before swinging at him.

He was quick, managing to jump out of the way of my attack. He dug his heel into the dirt before pivoting out of the way when I ran at him again. This time he managed to get behind me, his leg kicking out at my own leg and causing me to stumble. My knee wobbled slightly, causing me to kneel suddenly as my knee gave out. I could see Urie running over to help me but I brought a hand up to stop him, silently telling him that Jongdae was mine.

“Oh? I see why everyone’s weary of you.” Jongdae said, a smirk worming its way onto his face, “You have no fear. An admirable trait but a stupid one as well.”

With that he swung his leg out once more. I let a smirk of my own spread across my face at seeing him do so. In the split second that his leg was in the air I flipped my knives so the blades were facing my body instead of the other way around. I swung my arm up, slicing at his calf before rolling away from him. I let a shit eating grin spread across my face at the look of pain and surprise in his eyes. I could see the blood from his newly opened wound start to pool at his feet as he leaned on his right leg, his left becoming useless. He cursed under his breath as he pulled out a knife of his own. Since his left leg was taken out of the equation this made him slower, becoming an easier target for me.

He wasted no time in swinging his own knife at me, managing to knick my arm slightly. I ground my teeth together as I weaved out of the way of his second swing, successfully slicing at his abdomen with both my knives. This led him to immediately kneel, giving me the chance to slice at his back as I spun around him. I heard his knife fall to the floor as I stood behind him breathless. He was giving me more trouble than I expected but I wasn’t going to let him keep at it for long.

I turned on my heel slowly and faced him, my chest heaving up and down from the exertion. He had his head hanging limply forward, it was a mystery how he even kept himself upright. I panted heavily as I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of his hair, lifting his head. I could hear him let out a few curse words under his breath. I leaned down, my lips mere inches from his ear.

“On any other occasion I would’ve loved to spar with you.” I let out softly, slowly bringing up my knife to his throat, “But today I can’t afford going easy on anyone.”

I held onto the knife tightly, and just as I was about to slice at his throat someone yelled out for me to stop. I froze at hearing the desperation in his voice, my head snapping up to meet the eyes of Kim Jongin. I ground my teeth together before I dug the tip of the knife into Jongdae’s neck, stopping once more at hearing him yell out for me to stop.

“Please...you--you don’t have to kill him. Please, just this once...let him go.”

I could feel my heart reach out to Jongin, the pleading tone in his voice causing me to let go of Jongdae. Jongdae fell forward, hitting the floor with a thud, Jongin giving me a grateful smile. I didn’t have time for this, turning on my heel and heading straight for the house. As I was running I was made aware of the fact that I haven’t seen Haise or Baekhyun around, wondering if they were off fighting on the other side of the house. My questions were answered the second I opened the door to the house, Haise and Baekhyun both tied up to chairs as Kyungsoo stood in between them.

As soon as those two laid eyes on me they started struggling against their restraints, their yells muffled by the gags in their mouths. Before I could even curse at Kyungsoo I felt as if there were other people besides them in the house and I was right. Kyungsoo had two people hiding behind the walls as they attacked as soon as he gave them the signal. I barely managed to dodge a punch from one of them but the other was able to kick my feet out from under me. I could feel the air leave my lungs at the impact, the man not giving me enough time to recover as he kicked at my side. When he pulled his leg back for another kick, this time I did manage to roll out of the way. The woman that kicked my legs out from under me reached down and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, lifting me off the ground. I brought my arms up and broke out of her grasp, slicing at her torso with my knives rapidly, too fast for her to react. I felt the man reach out to grab at my shoulder. I planted my heel firmly into the ground before spinning out of his grip, facing him. Before he had the chance to do anything I brought my knife up, stabbing him through his chin upwards, twisting it when I felt it was lodged up his head far enough. I let his lifeless body fall to the floor, turning quickly to stab the woman as she came running at me. And like the man before I twisted the blade in her stomach, knowing she wasn’t going to survive the damage. I pushed her away from me, leaving the knife embedded in her stomach.

I crumbled to my knees, exhausted from the fighting. I brought my hand up to my side, seeing it come away with blood. One of them must’ve had a knife on them, I thought to myself as I raised my gaze up to glare at Kyungsoo. He had a wicked smirk on his face as he suddenly started to clap slowly. At seeing the look on his face I ground my teeth back and forth, pulling out a gun and rising to my feet.

“Kyungsoo you deranged bastard. You’ve had your fun now let them go. Its me you want.” I said as I pointed my gun straight at him.

He didn’t even flinch, the smirk still on his face, “And that’s where you’re wrong. You took what was most precious to me, now I’m going to take away what’s most precious to you.”

With that he brought out a knife, bringing it down into Haise’s thigh before I even had the chance to blink. Haise bit his tongue, the only thing letting me know how much pain he was in was the way his leg shook and how tightly he held onto the armchair. I cocked my gun, giving Kyungsoo one last warning. Kyungsoo simply grinned.

“What do you think? Should I cut into Haise like I did with Ji? Or should I break Baekhyun here mentally before giving him a few broken bones just like I did with Hye?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You care about them don’t you? Question is which one do you care about more?”

As soon as he finished I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, something in me snapping. I doubled over, clutching my stomach as I was thrown into a violent fit of laughter. I leaned against the wall, wiping at the tears coming out of my eyes due to how hard I was laughing. I had to place my hands over my knees to try and regain my breath, straightening out to see Kyungsoo looking at me with what I could only describe as terror in his eyes.

“You really think I want to save them...because I care about them?” I let out, trying to hold back another fit of laughter threatening to come out, “Now that’s rich.”

And before he could say anything I raised my gun up but instead of pointing it at him I pointed it at Haise. Without wasting another second I fired, the bullet from my gun lodging itself into Haise’s side. He let out a loud groan, his grip on the chair tightening significantly. It didn’t take long for him to pass out, the pain and blood loss getting to him. I gave Kyungsoo a devious grin, watching him stumble back.

Baekhyun somehow managed to free himself, running over to me, “Y/N, snap out of it!”

I said nothing as I pushed him away from me, bringing my arm up and shooting a bullet into his leg. I watched him crumbled to the floor, clutching his leg. I kicked my foot out harshly, hearing something crack but that didn’t stop me. I leant down and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling my arm back. For a moment there I froze, something flashing in Baekhyun’s eyes causing me to stop. I shook my head before bringing my arm down, hitting him harshly in the face with the hard metal of the gun. I repeated this over and over and over again, until his face was completely covered in blood. Surprisingly enough he was still conscious so I let him go before standing over him again. And like Haise I aimed the gun at his stomach before firing.

I stood over Baekhyun’s motionless body, panting heavily before a crazed laugh fell from my lips. I brought the hand I had the gun in to rest against my head, swaying on my feet. I pointed the gun at Kyungsoo lazily, watching him look at me with pure and utter terror in his eyes.

“You really thought...I cared about them? Just how soft do you think I am?” I asked with a chuckle, “Let me tell you something. The only reason I wanted to save them...is because I didn’t want their blood on my hands. But now look at what you’ve made me do…”

I sighed heavily, raising my arms in exasperation, gesturing to the blood filled room before letting them fall back to my side. Kyungsoo took a step back when I took one towards him.

“Now who’s gonna clean up this mess?”

“You’re insane.” He let out under his breath, slowly reaching for something behind him.

I sighed once again at seeing him do so. Quickly and without warning I fired off two shots, one at each knee. He crumbled to the floor in a heap, a string of curse words coming out of his mouth. I walked over to him slowly, stopping when I was standing directly over him. I placed my foot on his chest, his gaze piercing holes into my eyes.

“You should’ve acted like I never existed. If you weren’t so damn hell bent on revenge-”

“You killed my girlfriend!”

“I killed her because you were stupid enough to keep sending her back to me! What the hell else did you think I would do to her when I found out, huh?! Did you think I would let her go on her merry way?!” I yelled out as I crouched down to be closer to him.

I didn’t give him a chance to say anything as I wrapped my hands around his throat, “You think I’m a monster, huh? Well guess who the hell made me this way.”

I loosened my grip in his throat, pulled my arm back before bringing it back down and punching him square in the face. I don't know how long I was sat on top of him as I just kept hitting him. The more I hit him the more he stopped struggling in my grip. I felt the skin on my knuckles begin to rip open the longer I hit him, the blood from my knuckles mixing with his own blood. Kyungsoo lay motionless underneath me, his breathing shallow as his face was almost unrecognizable. Still, even after all that he managed to smirk, the way his lips curled angering me.

In anger and frustration I picked up the gun that I had laid on the floor before resting the barrel against his forehead, “This is for Jinho and Hyera.”

And with that I fired, seeing the blood immediately start to pool around his head. I stood up on trembling legs, looking around at the scene I had created. Once the haze finally cleared from my mind I crumbled to the floor. I looked down at my hands and clothes, seeing them covered in blood. There was so much blood I didn’t even know who it belonged to. I brought my knees up to my chest, covering my ears with my hands as I heard the others run into the house at that moment.

“Y/N...what--what did you do?” I heard Urie ask, his voice low.

I shook my head, keeping my hands over my ears but I was forced to look at him when he grabbed my wrists in his hands forcefully. I couldn’t look him in the eye for long but he wasn’t having it, shaking me roughly and forcing me to look at him. I shook my head vigorously, managing to removing my wrists from his grip. I pulled my knees in closer to my body as I felt myself start to tremble quite violently. I started rocking myself back and forth as I weaved my shaking hands through my hair, pulling at the roots roughly.

“I t-told him it was a bad idea. I-I didn’t want to do it but he--he made me. I-I’m sorry.” I whispered out.

I kept repeating apologies over and over again as I hid my face behind my hands, feeling the tears start to come out. Before I knew it sobs were all that was heard coming out of my mouth, the guilt already start to set in and eat away at me. I could hear the others yelling but I clamped my hands over my ears, wanting to just claw away at them so I wouldn’t have to hear anything. But no matter how hard I tried keeping their words out there was one sentence that echoed and bounced off the walls of my head

“What the hell did you do?!”

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Summary: [Rumbelle Mermaid!AU] based on this prompt by repeatinglitanies: “In a world where people are aware of the existence of mermaids, Belle is a mermaid who lives in the world’s largest aquarium along with other sea creatures. She enjoys looking at the little humans who come to visit, especially a floofy haired boy who comes every week with his father….” An injured Belle is captured and brought to Gold and Milah’s aquarium. Gold is a marine biologist dedicated to protecting the creatures there, Milah wants to turn a profit, and their son has his own ideas about how to befriend a mermaid.

Rating: G/Teen Link to full story: [Read on AO3] Previous Chapters: [Coverart][Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5][Chapter 6][Chapter 7][Chapter 8][Chapter 9][Chapter 10][Chapter 11][Chapter 12][Chapter 13][Chapter 14][Chapter 15][Chapter 16][Chapter 17]

Current Chapter: 18/? Chapter Summary: This one's of overprotective mermaids and blind airlings.

Chapter 18

“Just one more go.”

“No. That’s enough for today, Baelfire.” The boss lady was lounging on a towel near the usually empty lifeguard station, where Killian Jones was sitting in a tall chair that gave him a perfect view of more than just the action in the old show tank. As if to prove the point, Jones lowered his camera and glanced down at Mrs. Montgomery in her sleek black Speedo.

“Fine!” Bae hollered and dove for one last summersault.

From the deep end of the pool Ruby watched him get out of the water, dripping in his shark-print trunks as he headed for the showers. He rinsed quickly and then pulled off his swim cap, pulling and twisting it in his hands, and letting it snap loudly as he dragged his feet.

His mother was watching him like a hawk.

“Baelfire!” Her voice cut through the air like fins. The expensive kind on a custom-made board. “Leave it. You’ll wear it out. Come here!” She beckoned him over to the benches, indicating a folded towel beside her. “Quickly.”

She turned her head to look at Ruby. “Miss Lucas?!”

“My turn,” Ruby grinned at Indigo, who had just surfaced beside her, clutching one of the bright yellow toys. She beamed and handed it over. “You’re next. Today’s the day.”

Laughing at Indigo’s puzzled frown, Ruby gave back the toy, obediently kicked off, and crossed the pool in quick strokes to get within earshot of her boss, who, apparently, deemed it inappropriate to yell instructions at anyone but her son.

“Yes?”

“Please, Ruby dear, would you be so kind as to wrap this up?” She asked, making a sweeping gesture that encompassed the tank and most of the sitting area. “We’re running a little late for Baelfire’s lesson and our visitors will be here soon.” She glanced at Bae, who sat with his legs stretched out in front of him, looking down at the wet flip flops dangling from his feet. He swung his legs listlessly, partially losing one flip flop. It slid forward and hung from a couple of toes.

“Not my fault,” he mumbled into his towel, letting the dangling flip flop fall to the ground. Then he let the other one go.

Mrs. Montgomery cleared her throat.

“Sure thing,” Ruby said quickly. “No problem.” The boss lady had never called her ‘dear’ before and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. “Indigo’s staying?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Montgomery said slowly. “Yes, yes, I think that would be best. Would you–”

She didn’t get to finish her request. The sudden sound of heels on concrete had them both turn their heads. Mrs. Montgomery gasped. “Oh no.”

People were approaching, a woman and a man, David Nolan leading them straight to the benches. The woman was tall, even taller on her noisy heels, easily towering over the quickly-parting sea of white shirts and her black-clad companion. She was slim, but had a swimmer's back. Her kelly green dress and red hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Ruby smirked.

“Miss Lucas, keep the mermaid calm, will you?” With a hurried glance at her watch and a frazzled hand brushing her curls out of the way, Mrs. Montgomery stood, shrugging on a summer dress over her suit and slipping into black pumps that left her a few inches shorter than usual. She turned to Bae.

“Baelfire, please find your father and tell him he’s needed here asap.”

Bae looked at her, at the approaching newcomers, and back again. He cocked his head. “Why? Who’s–”

“Baelfire!”

“Oookay.” Bae rolled his eyes, but got up all the same. “Whatever you say, woman.”

Muttering, he kicked his flip flops ahead of him as he went. Ruby distinctly heard some of the Sailor-ese Bae’s father reserved for special occasions or very, very special people, and had to fight back a laugh.

Mrs. Montgomery must have heard it too, but chose to pretend she hadn’t.

“They are almost two hours early,” she hissed, tugging on her dress. “Now, seriously.” She bit her lip, then pulled her dress over her head and stepped back out of her shoes.

Ruby watched, bemused. The woman was wigging.

“You okay?” Jones made to leave his seat. “That them?”

Her face flushed, Mrs. Montgomery looked up at Jones, blinking against the sun. She shook her head, not gracing him with an answer to the obvious. She rummaged in her purse, withdrew a pocket mirror and lipstick, and carefully painted her lips her signature red.

“You meeting ‘em like that?” Back on the ground, Jones looked her over, his eyes lingering where they had no business being.

Mrs. Montgomery spun around to face him, turning her back on Ruby. Ruby didn’t have to see her face to know she was glaring. “Like what?”

Perhaps, it was natural, Ruby thought. Perfectly normal. Mrs. Montgomery was in good shape and the streamlined Speedo fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. Eyes on the older woman’s butt for, maybe, half a beat too long, Ruby bit her tongue, her ears growing hot. Yep, perfectly fine.

Choosing to tune out the adults bickering, she took a deep breath and let herself sink to the bottom of the pool. She stayed there until her face no longer felt like it was melting off her bones, watching Indigo swim through Bae’s new underwater hoops, merrily entertaining herself.

When she came back up to draw a much-needed breath, Jones was gone and Mrs. Montgomery had moved away from the pool and the benches to greet the visitors. Ruby could see her talk animatedly and heard her laugh her professional laugh. Their early arrival may have forced the boss lady onto her back foot, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. No matter how tall or flashy the opponent, Milah Montgomery would defend her home range – even if that meant entering the arena barefoot, in nothing but swimming gear and lipstick.

The man, all dressed in dark and gloomy colors, hung back, his eyes darting back and forth, taking in his surroundings. He didn’t seem remotely interested in the women’s conversation and didn’t join, not even to exchange fake pleasantries. He reminded Ruby of a lone wolf, a scout, sent to see if the new area was safe for the pack, or to explore new hunting grounds and carry word back to his alpha.

When their eyes met, Ruby felt a jolt go right through her and her skin pebbled, despite the warm pool water. The man held her gaze until Ruby looked away. When she looked back up, he had momentarily vanished, only to reappear somewhere to her left, so close to the pool, it made her start.

“Hello,” he said, his husky voice low. It sounded more like a growl than a word. “And you are?” He asked, his head tilted to one side. He didn’t seem to have to blink a normal amount, fixing Ruby with unblinking eyes and pinning her to the spot. His left eye was bright blue, like ice, the right brown, almost amber.

“R-Ruby,” she stammered. “Ruby Lucas.”

“Ruby,” he repeated, rolling the ‘R’ on his tongue like a smooth pebble. “Hello, Ruby.”

He gave her the creeps. “Hi,” she breathed, her heart rate quickening; her heart drumming up a fast beat that rose within her and threatened to block her ears. Internally laughing at herself, she took a shaky breath and attempted a smile to dispel the sinking feeling in her stomach.

She had just opened her mouth to ask the stranger for his name, when, unexpectedly, Indigo popped up between them like a jack-in-the-box. She shoved Ruby behind her, hissing at the man showing her teeth, and raised her fin out of the water menacingly.

Whoa. What–?

Ruby wanted to reach for her, put a calming hand on her shoulder, but Indigo quickly pushed her a little further back with her tail, before raising her fin high again, swinging it from side to side like a cat.

The stranger withdrew, apprehensive, his piercing eyes solely trained on Indigo. Ruby half expected him to snarl back, to bark maybe, but he merely smiled as he retreated slowly, showing off very white, slightly pointy teeth.

Indigo let her fin hit the water with a deafening splash.

Hadn’t he jumped back, the water would have hit him. With a grimace, he tugged his shabby leather jacket tighter around him and took another step back. With one hand, he reached into his pocket – Ruby held her breath – and pulled out a packet of Pixy Stix. He fished for a grape flavored one, ripped it open, and, throwing his head back, tipped the contents into his mouth.

Ruby stared at him over Indigo’s shoulder. What the–?

“Humbert! What are you doing?! Come here.” The woman’s voice was sharp and, to Ruby’s bewildered astonishment, the man’s head snapped up and around at once, before he trotted back to his original spot, right behind the tall red-head. Like a trained lapdog, she had brought him to heel, just like that.

Ruby couldn’t stop staring.

She wanted to move closer, get out of the water and join the adults and their conversation, or listen in from a safe-enough distance, and find out what exactly was going on, but before she could put the thought into action, Indigo had taken her by the hand and dragged her halfway across the pool, to the little island made from rocks in the middle.

Undeterred by Ruby’s spluttered protests, Indigo gently nudged her, and pushed and shoved, until Ruby had climbed on the closest rock. There she sat, panting and confused, her feet dangling in the water.

What had gotten into Indigo?

Before she could do or say anything else, Indigo had begun examining her feet, her legs, then moved on to her hands and arms until her own hands came to rest on Ruby’s shoulders, causing Ruby to bend double and almost topple back into the water under the weight of the frantic mermaid. Indigo studied her face closely, touched her forehead to Ruby’s.

Ruby kept very still, letting Indigo do as she liked, hoping to calm her down that way.

Indigo let go and hit the water with a small splash. She went under, but resurfaced almost at once, her cheeks puffed out.

Before Ruby could wonder or ask, Indigo spit water in her face.

“Hey!” Ruby threw her arms up. “Okay, stop. Stop!”

The mermaid was bonkers.

“What has gotten into you, hmm?!” Ruby asked, running a hand over her face. “What was that for?” She put her hands on her hips. “And, are you done?”

Indigo looked up at her, her face still clouded with whatever was going on in her pretty head.

“You got a few… starfish… loose in the top… reef,” Ruby snorted, giggles bubbling up deep in her throat and spilling from her mouth. “You know that? My, my.” She kept laughing, watching Indigo’s frown slowly morph into a smile and finally end in silent laughter. “He wasn’t that much of a creep, honestly. Just spooky eyes, that’s all.”

***

Jumper Girl was alright. Belle blew out a breath, her heart gradually slowing to a more relaxed pace. The… thing hadn’t gotten her.

Belle threw a quick glance over her shoulder, her eyes zooming in on the dark being that stood with the airling women. It looked like an airling, but didn’t smell like one, and, whatever it was, it was dangerous, and Belle didn’t like it. She didn’t like it one bit.

Thankfully, her little airling friend had already fled and was nowhere to be seen. That only left the airling women in danger. One of them, Belle didn’t know, and the other – yes, she had learnt by now – was her little friend’s mother; and she tolerated her presence for that very reason, but Belle hadn’t forgotten it had been she, who had held her down while the other male had attacked. Belle was living proof that children could grow up without their mothers and be just fine. He would still have his father and that was more than enough.

The predator did not attack. Perhaps, Belle mused, he could not swim, or simply wasn’t hungry. She kept him in sight at all times though, just to be safe. Keeping an eye on the predator also meant she no longer had time for their diving game, but since the little airling did not return and Jumper Girl seemed done playing as well, that wasn’t a problem.

She would watch the predator all day and all night, if she had to. He would grow tired, or bored, or return to where he had come from, eventually. Until then, he could not be left unsupervised.

He mostly kept to the strange airling woman with fiery hair like an odd pilot fish. As far as Belle could see, he did not, however, eat nasty parasites on his host, or small leftovers of her food. His food source seemed to come from somewhere inside his… skin.

He was a weird creature – not merling, not airling – some form of ‘other’ Belle hadn’t yet encountered, and she wondered, why he didn’t make the airling women nowhere as uneasy as he did her. Hadn’t her father once told her that airling senses were dulled from living above water for so long? That had to be it. They simply could not sense the danger. Belle almost pitied them. Almost. But the pilot predator didn’t seem interested in hurting them – not at the moment, anyway. He just followed them around, occasionally strayed to explore his surroundings, then returned to his host.

Belle, on her part, stuck to Jumper Girl like a merling-shaped sucker cluster. While in the water, she became her shadow, drifting right along, and, if on land, she always kept a close eye on her, hissing a low warning whenever the predator crept too close for her liking.

She preferred Jumper Girl safely in the water with her, where, if push came to splash, she could protect her; which was why she didn’t mind the silly game her friend wanted to play next.

Jumper Girl had brought odd yellow seaweed string in some sort of shell into the water with her. She pulled it out next to Belle’s arms and tail, along her fin, and wrapped it once around her middle and her tail – as if to measure her – then let the seaweed roll back into its shell like a mussel’s feeler. It tickled her skin, and Belle bit her lip not to laugh.

Perhaps, the objective of the game was indeed measuring her, since Jumper Girl kept shouting short bits at the mother airling, who jotted something, most likely the shouted information, down with a color on a small rectangle. Belle didn’t mind. She couldn’t see how her measurements could do any harm in the hands of the airling mother.

She was far more concerned about their unbidden guests – the fire-haired airling and her companion who kept watching their game with great interest – and had already put the measuring game from her mind, when the little airling and his father reappeared and the unknown airling and her predator finally left a short while later.

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