#❝ ⌠ a siren to a lost crew ⌡ / starters

[siremasterlawrence]

Brother Boyfriend Redux Part 3

Fire Within

Cowboy Grayson is currently rolling in his bed lost to time as he smirks falling in to a void of nothingness.He free falls in to darkness in the abyss of it all he can see is four walls of glass coming to a head. He ricochets back and forth shattering one glass after another entering one dimension to the next. In the light of golden yellow protection hover over it descending on to him carrying him to the side.

Spinning through time Richard sees me in the middle of the space floating with such of control. I open his arms outward taking a turn he is wide open with excitement the shattered pieces rain over him.His body hit a hard surface upon impact he woke up sigh a large gasp of breath coming from his mouth.His face full of sut covering him in large dark patches he attempts to crawl to a chair but it’s burning hot.

He can hear the sound of a fire truck loudly emerge through the chaos of the city streets and he smirks. The plan is a go as Master Lawrence his ole God perfect in everywhere has depict to come to fruition.The fire truck stops parking in backyard the teams scream planning out the attack to get the fire to cool off. One of them Fire Fighter Brandon breaks in through the hard cold glass smashing the glass on to Brandon.

The man knelt down removing the building remains off of him kicking things inside he lifts him up in his arms facing the exit he is checking the entire area out for every way available. He races towards the window he leaps in to the air crashing through the window he felt scrapes over his body and he lands in h r backyards and puts him down to due a medical check.

He stops finally come to he stares into the surrounding completely in shock to see his crew completely disappear not even a trace of his team is left and all of it comes to ahead. Brandon’s body feels faint, his head began to spin spiraling, internal fiery super hot heat overtaking him, eyes rolling back up into his eye sockets then his body shuts down.

The hour flies by his eyes pop open in to a whole new world his existence became a non starter he cannot recognize anything in his sight he can feel a shadow overcast him. A man emerges from the back of the room a gigantic empty space fill to the broom with I’ll intention he can sense the pain shoot up from his legs upward to his body.

The man he saved from the eruption of the well to planned fire with television coverage and the sound of sirens causing the citizens to panic on to the streets screaming in a will of dismay and shock. The young man places both of his hands on both of his shoulders holding him down to the ground he struggles hoping he could fight and escape though it a failed effort at best.

The other man he calls Master Lawrence his God with gloved hands out stretching in to the air, he knelt down next to him placing his hand on his chin he swivels his face to look at him. Brandon face becomes on of utter disgust his expression of fear is quite sexy if I mist admit it for the world and I have it I mean have to have him I think pulling him in to a kiss.

“Sorry about all this! I set up a trap.”

“I figured that you bastard.”

“Oh! I like them feisty”

“Do you ? You won’t break me”

“Will see about that fucker”

“Fire Fighter pretty boi”

“Fuck you “

“Fine!”

“Gag him, tie him up and drug him”

“Yes Master”

“As you wish”

“No! Stop Please”

“Zip your pie hole”

“Master will displeased “

“Now open up that smart mouth”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“No! Wait”

“Mmmppphhhfff”

“Exquisite”

“You did well”

“Mmmmm”

“Tend to me now”

“Suck me off”

“Enjoy the show pretty show”

The end

Hello Teacher

Reaching the core of his being, receiving the absolute control mentally, emotionally, and physically ownership of the entire life of his being because now my slave Brandon is all mine.

His younger brother Clark who is a moonlighting professor who is also reporter to Major Company The Daily Planet News Paper a rag that I cannot stand to read happens to pass by hoping tocatch him.

He parks the car happily with a bright smile on his face sitting outside of his my home he settles in turning off the engine, he removes his keys placing them back in to the car as he unlocks the door, and steps out of the car slamming it shut.

He starts to walk up the stairs to the front of the door knocking on the front door it opens up greeting him at the mat is his brother Brandon they hug tight.

Whether he knew I am in the shadows he is aware of my presence as his brother leads him inside waving at me with a signal to get the plan going I race down the staircase to get things rolling.

He smirks with love his left hand crosses it’s fingers cementing his own implosion at the hand of his brother the two stand by the couch when Brandon wraps his hand on his neck.

The super muscular hand slicks into his way tight pants pocket digging in to find the prep needle he yanks off the cap pressing it up in the air and the spurts flew in to the air it is all ready.

He raises it up injecting him with it harshly upon impact the syringe goes in deep sinks very quickly the liquid formula soaks in very deep transforming him from the inside he is re-written.

Clark’s eyes roll back face palming in to the ground automatically he starts to fall in to a state of shock he begins to shake frantically speeding in to the wall he is knocked out cold yet again.

Brandon laughs so hard at his brothers own undoing I join them in the room taking his sly hand in mine with his arms wrapping on to me Brandon kisses me slowly our tongues push past each other.

I snap my finger in the air signaling a heavy change with eerie sea air washing over the room cooling everything follow by the dark window shades blocking the sun causing the room to spin.

The furniture start spring backwards freeing the space entirely for all of us to wonder about, the floor pulls apart beneath us an elevator shaft booms on under us descending through a cave below the base the house.

“Brandon carry him to the medical slab in the middle of the room and don’t ask any questions.”

“Yes Master Lawrence! “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“He is set up”

“Excellent! Perfect boi”

“Kneel in front of me”

“Waist on my hips”

“Grip me tight”

“Inhale my scent “

“Mmmmmm”

“Yes Master”

“Now sleep”

“Aaaahhhhh”

“Priceless”

“On to bigger and better things”

“Electrodes, strap and machine check, and check and check.”

“Initiate the transfer “

“Beginning in five…four…three…two…one”

The end

[dexthchironex]

Entanglement Theory

(A starter for @buraiikan because it took a while to flesh out Chrysaoran before realizing I haven't posted for him. Set when Jimbei is Helmsman?)

Today was hard, painful. A pain that needed numbing, considering it should have been Malo's sixteenth. The thought of his lost brother made him ache, his tentacles twitched with reflexive anger as he took a long drink from the bottle of scotch he held, trying to use the burn to push down the sadness.

Everything seemed to drift apart, in time. The tighter he tried to hold onto the families he found, the more they slipped away. Aurelian, Fisher Tiger... The cubozan wasn't sure if he could take a third heartbreak. There was the siren song of Arlong's crew, his pure rage called to the darker places in his mind that wanted to take revenge on the humans for hurting Malo.

But no, that wasn't the path. Vengeance was self-destructive, he had to find better ways to honour the lost as he stood up. The hot sun was bad for his bell, he could feel it getting tight and sore. "Happy birthday, little one." Sniffing hard to force back tears, he finished the rest of the bottle. It'd take a lot more to get him drunk, even with his high water content.

The streets were nameless and repetitive as he walked down them, before someone caught his eye. Was today just taunting him with his past? No, this could be a good omen. A chance to catch up with an old friend... Perhaps a reminder to not let bonds break so easily as he softly approached, adjusting his kimono to reveal the red sun on his stomach, not that there were many cubozan fishmen.

"Jimbei..." Chrysaoran's voice was soft, hesitant. Time had calmed his rougher edges, placated the raw anger he used to feel as a younger man. The former sniper had matured, physically and emotionally. When the Sun Pirates split, he simply left, unable to choose a side. "You look well."

[onepiecc]

@chronocide ~plotted starter~

Stella was known throughout the New World as an upcoming star named Estella which was her stage name. She had many fans who enjoyed her beautiful voice along with her fun performances. One of these fans was the youngest child of the Big Mom, Charlotte Anana. Her 8th birthday was coming up and she kept asking her older siblings if they could Estella to come perform for her party. No one was listening to her so when the party was three weeks away she went crying to Katakuri about wanting to have the performer come to her birthday party.

In the end, she was able to convince him, so the older siblings made a plan and kidnapped the singer to come to her birthday party. The blonde had arrived on Whole Cake Island a few days ago and they explained the reason why she was there, their youngest sister was a big fan and wanted her to perform. Even though she was nervous about being taken by pirates, she heard them out. The female was touched by their love for their sibling and she decided to stay to perform for the party and then ask to go home afterward. From her time watching the family members and crew working together while keeping her a secret from the youngest who kept mentioning her, she remembered her lost love.

Stella was sitting on a balcony railing late one night as she looked at the stars remembering everything. She could feel Gild's voice surrounding her and she was reliving the past. The singer had decided to make original songs for the birthday girl to make her feel more special, but it was hard to get inspiration. Closing her eyes, the blonde started to sing the lullaby that Tesoro had sung to her over two decades ago believing she was alone. Like a siren pecking sailors to the sea, her voice filled the night air and anyone awake would become enchanted due to her voice being a devil fruit ability if they had a weak will.

The song was about a lost love and trying to find them against all odds. However, as she was captivated by her memories, the female slipped and lost her grip on the railing. A scream left her lungs instead of lyrics, but she quickly felt someone grabbing her like a rag doll and lifting her up. Blinking slowly, blue eyes widened with surprise to see the person who had been following her the entire stay on the island so far. His name was Charlotte Katakuri.

Giving him a smile, Stella felt very grateful to him. "Thank you for catching me, but I think you can put me down now."

[to-hold-the-line]

♡+pirate au

James is a British Quartermaster - perhaps saved after battle with pirates or kidnapped as a bargaining chip against Jordan.

Apollo is aristocrat // mermaid // siren ?

♡+royal au/fantasy

Send ��� + an AU idea and I’ll write our muses a starter based off it! | @handful-of-muses

Pirate Au: I don’t think Cal would be the type of person who kidnaps someone just to get back at a relative of theirs, but I love the idea of him saving James! I also love the idea of him subsequently dragging James along on whatever adventure he and his crew are involved in, be it hunting for a long lost treasure or artifact, or trying to break a curse, or outrunning a mutual foe who is too powerful to fight. I’ll write a starter separately soon, and one for Apollo, as well!

Royal/Fantasy AU: Part of me wants to do the same kinda isekai thing I did with his Wednesday AU, where Cal and BD-1 have to crash land the Mantis on an unknown planet because they got caught in a wormhole. There’s just so much potential there, so much fun to be had with a stranded Jedi and his droid in a medieval fantasy setting! 😈

However, part of me also wants to do a genuine fantasy AU, like I always do. Maybe Cal is a roguish wizard with a knack for enchanting automatons and scouring the globe for magical artifacts. Maybe he’s a knight errant who’s coping with the incredible telepathic and telekinetic powers he was born with. Maybe he’s a disgraced noble who ran away from his homeland and is now trying to make a new life for himself using both his natural charm and a bit of magic. Or hell, I might just end up combining all three of these ideas in some way. I do know that I want him to have Bede (BD) as a little calico cat familiar. :3 I’ll think more on it and write a starter(or two or three!) once I’ve got a more solid AU in mind.

[hornedrunaway]

“Lost At Sea” (either newt or theseus to molly or angel?)

Send “Lost At Sea” for a starter where your muse is a sailor that goes overboard, and mine is the mermaid who rescues them!

As roguish as he was, Mollymauk absolutely detested pirates. They disgusted him with their catcalls, their drunken shenanigans, and their utter disregard for intelligent life. He made it a point to follow every pirate ship he came across and cause as much chaos for them as he possibly could, with the intention of eventually causing them to sink. The lavender merman had many tools at his disposal, the most useful of which was his lilting voice, which could bear a hypnotic siren song or a harsh infernal screech. The first would lure any swashbuckling scalawag into leaning over the railing just to catch a glimpse of his handsome form in the water below. The second would pierce their minds, scaring them into losing their balance and falling overboard, sending them to a watery grave. Or worse.

Molly had pulled the same routine several times in the last decade. Drowned many a ruthless cutthroat. Devoured some, if he was desperate enough for food. But he’d never regretted doing so. In fact, it brought him immeasurable satisfaction. Until, of course, one smarmy captain finally got clever. Avantika was a right terror of the seas, and not one to fall for the same trick twice. After losing a good portion of her crew to the siren’s antics, she’d wisened up and fashioned earplugs for them out of candle wax. The only person on the ship without them was a prisoner.

Molly’s song drew him to the side, as expected, but scarlet eyes narrowed when they zeroed in on the lone victim. Wild ginger curls. Handsome freckled face. Wide innocent eyes. This was no pirate. As the mermaid scrutinized him further, he came to the conclusion that this beautiful man was, in fact, bait. Captain Avantika was attempting to trap him. “Real cute, pirate scum!” he called out, keeping his distance from the ship. He didn’t care whether they heard him or not. “I can still drown him from further than a net’s range, though!” To prove his point, he let out a bellowing, borderline demonic screech, watching the man with pity as he clutched his head and fell overboard. As soon as he heard the splash, Molly dove under the waves and made a beeline for the rapidly sinking man, nimbly avoiding being caught by the nets that had been thrown overboard.

His muscular purple tail, dotted with nine spots of crimson, propelled him onward, and in no time at all he was dragging the man back up to the surface just behind the ship. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, “but I wasn’t about to just leave you with them. Hold on tight to me and your breath, if you can, and I’ll see if I can get you back to dry land.”

[johnnydeppfuckyeah]

Abuse a Man Unjustly, and You Will Make Friends for Him

“Tell the world Johnny, tell them, I Johnny Depp, a man, I’m a victim too of domestic violence… And see how many people believe or side with you.”

A survivor of hellacious abuse, who was falsely accused of being the abuser, has gone above and beyond to prove his innocence. Despite the profuse amount of evidence in his favor he still is not being believed in the court of public opinion. He did everything and more that one would expect from an abused party. Detailed notes in the form of gruesome photographs, video footage, medical records, audio confessions from his abuser, fleeing the area when violence would erupt, sinking into the bowels of depression as those around watched and could do almost nothing to help or stop it.

This man begged for there to be no more violence. He pleaded with his abuser, “there can be no physical violence..” in the audio tape. “Don’t tell me what it feels like to be punched”, as she tried to redefine his words and experience for him. “I lost a finger man..” He reminds her as she chastises him wildly for insinuating he is a victim of anything at all. The first tape is the result of couples therapy according to the accompanying documentation. We also know he was seeking professional help for his addiction issues. He was trying to change and do better for her. Little did he know at the time it would never be enough. There is nothing he could have done that would ever satisfy her lust for violence, nothing that would have made her stop abusing him. In fact he’s lucky to have gotten out when he did because in all likelihood it would have only continued to get worse for him. Amber Heard is a sick individual who lacks self control and thrives on brutality and combativeness. She is only truly living when she is sucking the life out of someone.

She managed to insert her tortuous ways into his opioid detox by withholding medication from him that would send him into spasms. This is an act that easily could have killed him by triggering him to go into cardiac arrest, not that she likely would have cared much if it had. She sought vengeance on him at all times. Her jealousy and envy of him and everything that he’s accomplished, everything that he has, and everything that he is are unmatched. Certainly by anything I’ve ever encountered anyhow. She didn’t just want what he had but I believe she truly want to be him. Right down to the cheekbones. She dressed like him, she mimicked him, she pretended to be interested in his interests. She tried to turn herself into a female version of him and lured him into her villainous talons. A literal siren.

Johnny Depp has several very impactful witness statements but the one that stands out most to me is from Tara Roberts in the Bahamas. She is his property manager there and has known him and his family for over a decade. She talks about watching a man that she knew as jovial, active, and family oriented suddenly resort to sleeping all day and becoming more reclusive. She goes on to describe several events which took place with Amber on the island, one of which sees Johnny fleeing his home on his ATV just to get away from her monstrous behavior. It proves futile as she catches up with him anyhow, continuing to attack and berate him at length. This man was fleeing his own homes to escape her on a regular basis. His security guards attest to this, having to pick him up from the Eastern Building on multiple occasions after a Heard rampage and taking him back to his West Hollywood home. Heard wanted him to stay and take her abuse because it only made her more angry for him to leave. She became enraged because he refused to stay and be her personal punching bag. It’s vomitous that anyone holds this woman up as a pillar of justice for women when in truth she is the voice of abusers everywhere.

She and her supporters try to say his witnesses are unimportant because they’re his employees. Taking into account that there are over forty of them are we really to believe that all these people agreed to be bought off with not a single soul showing conscience? Beyond that not a single soul ratting the others out and turning on them all? To the contrary several of Amber Heard’s friends have pivoted on her. Her interior decorator and friend Laura Divenere submitted a declaration that Amber had never spoken of domestic violence nor did she ever appear injured in Laura’s presence. We have recntly learned that her own personal assistant will be testifying against her in The Sun trial as well. Not one person from Johnny Depp’s camp has flipped sides. Out of all the people he has spent significant time with in his life not one person has stepped up behind Amber’s claims to echo any sentiment of violence. I don’t mean the inaneness that will inevitibly be brought up if I don’t mention — The Mark Hotel incident, the paparazzi incident with Vanessa Paradis, the crew member on City of Lies who was already proven to be a liar multiple times. I’m talking about claims of true personal violence against someone he was romantically involved with. The time was more than ripe after Amber accused him and not one other woman came forward, in fact they all defended him. I find that astonishing in a marvelous way. Character profiles are extremely important here as abusers usually have a pattern over many years. There is one person in this relationship with a pattern of abuse and abusive behavior. Hint: it’s not Johnny Depp. There is also one person here on whom you can easily find distasteful comments about meeting, interacting, and working with. Hint again: it’s not Johnny Depp.

There’s so much here already and I know we, the public, have not even seen a drop in the ocean compared to what Johnny Depp has in his possession and evidence. People aren’t thinking about that though. They see everything that comes out as some kind of diabolical “leak” from his side, designed only to slander Heard in the media. They don’t realize where these leaks come from. In the United States we have the Freedom of Information Act. All of this documentation is available to the public for anyone who cares to go and look. In the UK I understand the laws are a bit different but a member of the press can go and request the records be released to them. Why would he deny it? He has everything to lose by not being 100% open during both of these proceedings. The antithesis to this is anything coming from Heard’s camp. Anything she (or her lawyers) releases is seen as the smoking gun and people seem to forget there are two recordings out where she professes her lunacy to him let alone two trials looming with an exorbitant amount of evidence yet to be revealed. To be clear, what’s come from her side has been feeble attampts at character assassination and pathetic bids to make him a sniveling, mustache twirling, villain more than anything of real value to her case -which she only states she’ll prove, “if necessary.”

Amber Heard has now requested in both the defamation lawsuit in Virginia and The Sun suit in the UK that her evidence be kept private. In the US that request has already been denied along with two attempts to have the case dismissed flat out. She has a third dismissal attempt still pending as of this writing. That just doesn’t sound like someone who wants to prove their claims beyond a reasonable doubt. It sounds like someone who wants to shut the whole thing down by any means necessary because they cannot substantiate what they say. The courts even agreed in 2016, she can never refile these domestic abuse claims against Johnny Depp and she had hired a criminal defense attorney at that time. Does that not sound suspect to anyone else? She’s been subpoenaing irrelevant people, productions, and companies left and right. She also avoided sitting for a deposition like it was the coronavirus. After multiple excuses and delays they finally got her into the room where she threw a nine hour temper tantrum and refused to be questioned under oath. It was ultimately completed and what has come out of it doesn’t look good for her either.

She has contradicted her own stories so many times I don’t even know where to begin. For starters she seems to not remember when she got married or when her honeymoon was. She stated she only ever hit Johnny one time in defense of her “baby sister” whom she suggests he was about to push down the stairs. We now know, thanks to her deposition and audio confessionals, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. She wholly admitted to multiple violent attacks against him along with the throwing of pots, pans, cans, and vases. She admitted to kicking a door into his head while he was hiding from her in a bathroom and proceeding to punch him in the jaw directly after. Other’s have declared they’ve seen her violently assault him, spit on him, throw purses, and heavy TV remotes to name a few. The list is frankly and sadly endless, and when all is said and done I can’t imagine that Amber Heard comes out smelling like anything less than a thousand year old egg. Johnny may never be fully redeemed by all, just look at the reaction to the absurd necromancer text, some genuinely believe a man must be without any fault to be a victim. He will have his day(s) in court and he will prove himself.

Please feel free to look up any of her declarations and filings to verify the information stated here. I don’t often use a ton of citations but that’s because I assume the base of my readers to be people who are intimately familiar with the case already.

Johnny Depp is a very powerful man, just not in the way the media wants you to believe. Although it may not always seem like it, Depp has made friends around the world throughout this ordeal. People who are victims of abuse have flocked to his side after seeing what, to them, seemed like extremely obvious proof that he was the victim. Men have begun speaking up for themselves about violence they have suffered at the hands of their significant others. They no longer feel ashamed or put down because a woman laid hands on them and inflicted injury, sometimes very seriously. If nothing else Johnny should be extremely proud of himself for speaking up. It may well have been the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life and people should take him seriously. He should take pride that he influenced a large number of people to speak out about their own experiences and find catharsis with him in finally letting it out. He should be proud for giving people hope and he should be proud that he survived and continues to thrive and fight for what’s right. I hope that even in his darkest moments, and when he might be feeling most alone, he can find that one little synapse in his mind that reminds him that we are all here for him, and that he has been there for us. Johnny Depp is innocent. Johnny Depp is a survivor. Johnny Depp will have justice and Johnny Depp has already begun to rise from the ashes of this hideous ordeal. May the film offers pour in and the musical fulfilment be never ending. The best is yet to come.

[sunarintoes]

Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn invites here to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.

WC: 1.6K

Masterlist

0.1 - The Block

It has been a full week since you first watched an illegal car race, a week since you became a part of that crew... a week since you joined the beginning of a revolution. Shōyō promised to pick you up once again at 10:00pm. This time you wore slightly different clothes, they were in your comfort zone and they worked in the racing scene.

A few curt knocks come from behind your door and once you open it you are met with a smiling Shōyō and Sugawara. ‘Ready for your first official night in the Karasuno crew?’ Asks Sugawara, you nod eagerly as you follow them out the door and towards the car.

‘This is my humble car, hope it’s not too underwhelming compared to all the race cars.’ Sugawara’s car is not humble in any way, shape or form. It is a dark as night Mazda RX7.

‘This is your car? Shōyō used it to pick me up last week.’

Shōyō let out a small giggle, ‘about that… I wanted to surprise you so picking you up in my GTR would kinda ruin it.’

‘Aren't these cars expensive? For crying out loud! How’d you get them from illegal street racing?’

‘Well for one, we get heaps of money doing it. People really like bidding and gambling. Two, what you saw last week was not exactly street racing, it was drag. The real competitions are done on the street.’

You don’t reply, instead opting to give a sound of understanding. The car ride is quiet and serene, no noise besides the hum of the car engine and the quiet beats of the low-fi music playing. It is now 11:00 pm and it looks as if the whole world were dead. Sugawara’s RX7 is the only thing that seemingly moves in the dimly lit streets of Miyagi. The moon is bright tonight, almost full. Sometimes all it takes is something small and insignificant to remind you of how magical and ethereal the world really is. You wonder why the boys are so quiet, last time Shōyō chatted your ear off. Maybe there is going to be some tough competition this time round, but it’s only a practice race, right? Maybe you are overthinking things. They probably are just appreciating the night sky or the empty roads which allowed Sugawara to speed ever so slightly.

✄.

As soon as you arrive you notice the venue has a lot more people than last time - racers and spectators alike. ‘Last Wednesday was Karasuno only for no particular reason. Seijoh, Dateko and Shiratorizawa all had a day each as well. It was kinda random. But this week we’re all here.’

‘Including the small fry who don’t really stand a chance, you’ll learn the rules soon enough,’ Sugawara smiles and gives a thumbs up, you reciprocate the action and then the three of you walk to the Karasuno garage.

To say it was lively was an understatement. ‘What’s all this fuss for?’

‘He’s back! The Grand King of Racing is back!’ Shouts a bald guy - one of the ones you have yet to meet. At the mention of this so-called ‘Grand King’, Shōyō visibly straightens up. Is he really that good?

‘Umm, sorry to interrupt but who is this Grand King figure?’

‘Oh! Yn you’re here, good. I’ve had Yachi create an info booklet on everything you need to know. You can read that while we’re prepping for tonight’s race,’ says Daichi.

‘Oh thank you! Good luck everyone, uh I’ll be cheering you on!’ Yachi hands you the booklet and a chorus of thank you’s follow as Sugawara and you were ushered out of the garage.

✄.

Once you and Sugawara take your seats - at the very front bleachers, you decide you would read up on the booklet another day. You instead want to use this time to become more acquainted with Sugawara. ‘So you’re pretty close with all of them at Karasuno, why aren’t you a racer? Or at least something to do with it?’

‘Well for starters Daichi and I grew up together, we’ve been best friends forever. I went to high school with Hinata, Kageyama, Asahi, Tanaka and Noya. Then there’s Yachi, Shimizu, Tsukkishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kinnoshita and Narita. They came later on. They’re all great guys and girls. I have a lot of stories with all of them,’ he pauses and lets out a low hum. ‘I was never cut out for racing. I work to look after the Karasuno finances though.’

Just as you were about to reply, the screams of girls fill your eardrums. Why are they so loud? ‘Those are Oikawa’s fans. He might as well be a real celebrity.’ You let out a small laugh at the unamused tone his words held.

‘You’re not a fan huh?’

‘No, I can’t stand that guy! He’s amazing! But we have great players too y’know?’

Oikawa’s car is beautiful, a shining white Chevy Corvette with pale turquoise leaf art. Although it is slightly obnoxious. After all, who races illegally with a white car let alone one with a paint job that glows in the headlights of other cars? In your eyes only an idiot would. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder what this Oikawa looks like. He’s supposed to be God-like right? Otherwise why else would he have so many admirers?

The siren that declares that ‘all cars must get into position’ breaks you out of your thoughts. There are nine cars, two you can recognise from Karasuno.

‘In tonight’s line up we have Captain Daichi and Tanaka from Karasuno! Captain Oikawa and Iwaizumi from Seijoh! Captain Futakuchi and Aone from Dateko! Hayato from Tokonami! Captain Yoshiki from Ohgiminami! And Kazuki from Tsubakihara!’ The area that was dead silent through the announcement suddenly erupted in cheers from spectators. They all moulded together into loud screams, all but one that is. The only clear word - or should you say name - that came over the top of everything else was none other than Oikawa. Everything else was lost in a sea of screams

Tonight’s flag girl walks to the middle of the track and the crowd’s rowdiness only increases. She waves her flag on the way to the lookout and after climbing up she grabs a hold of the megaphone and shouts ‘On your marks… get set.. go!!’ And down went her flag. Without missing a beat all cars zoomed away.

Sure enough, Oikawa is better than the rest. Easily taking the lead and being able to maintain a good speed. The other driver from Seijoh - Iwaizumi you think his name is, is close behind Oikawa. Now you understand why the top four were called the top four. They are exactly that. The other three drivers stand no chance in a race against them. It is cruel, really.

After coming back from dreamland you see Tanaka stuck behind Aone. It looks as if he purposefully moved in front of Tanaka, blocking him from being able to accelerate past and get in the lead. Futakuchi on the other hand was beginning to close in on Iwaizumi with Daichi close behind him.

‘Dateko specialise in blocking, their strategies typically consist of a blocker and a runner. A blocker is what Aone is doing, keeping a steady pace still in the front lines but preventing the opposition from getting in front. For Tanaka to have to deal with that means he’ll be under a lot of pressure and potential guilt. A runner is basically a driver going as fast as they can to the finish line and not having to deal with as many opponents because their teammate, the blocker, has them all held up.’

‘Is Dateko the only team that uses this technique?’

‘No, but they're the only ones to have mastered it. The technique itself is called the Block and Run. A runner has to be a pro at quick turns and have incredibly fast reflexes. They’re like a cheetah in a sense. A blocker has to be strong and tactical, think of them like some sort of gorilla maybe? Put the two together and you get an unlikely but strong team.’

‘I’m sorry I still don't really understand, how does one get stuck behind a block?’

‘Well part of the runner’s job is to lure the competition, often riling them up before or in game so that they’re getting chased or competed with. This means that the opponents eyes and mind are more focused on the runner than anything else, allowing the blocker to overtake and begin blocking. Once the driver realises they are being blocked, they panic a little and don’t notice the runner speeding off into the distance.’

You silently stare in awe. The race is almost over but you can’t help but respect the drivers. A tactic like that would have taken months, if not - years to perfect. You look over to Sugawara, ‘Why is Oikawa the Grand King?’

‘Because he’s good at what he does. An all rounder, he acts as both a mechanic and a driver. It’s hard to believe he's no genius, just a regular, hard worker.’

‘Is that why everyone was freaking out over Oikawa coming back?’

‘No. He hasn’t raced in about a month - well not that I know of. Good to see he’s as good as ever… I guess.’ You chuckle at Sugawara’s deflated tone.

‘And we have a winner! Captain Oikawa, the Grand King!’ The crowd goes wild as he celebrates in a victory lap.

After all the cars finish, they line up once more at the start line and step out of their vehicles. That is when you see him and you can't say you blame him for being as popular as he is. Oikawa is beautiful, ethereal even. His presence holds such poise and elegance even as he is covered in sweat and clad in racer gear, helmet resting under his arm. Seeing this, seeing him, you could only imagine how wonderful his personality could be. Did he like reading? Did he like tea or coffee? How did he like his eggs in the morning?

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          ❝     Minho - oppa !     ❞ The fellow idol greeted , a smile blooming upon her lips almost immediately as the older came into sight . Standing on her feet from where she sat , she greeted him with a warm hug . ❝     I’m so SORRY about cancelling last time we made plans ,     ❞ Kokoro huffed , a pout now sitting on her lips . Her brother , Hanbin , had wanted to spend the day with her . And as someone who was usually too busy to see her brother as freely as she wished , how could she say no ? 

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Missing Pieces Part 5

Pairing: No pairing 

Book(s): Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance                             

Word Count: 3,736

Rating: T (Mild language)

Summary: Logan and Vanessa flee the law firm as a chase ensues. 

Author’s Note: I intended for part four to be the final part during the last Ride or Die Appreciation Week, but I decided to go ahead and arrange a multipart finale. Pixelberry Studios owns the characters. The De la Cruz couple is from High School Story (I made up the first names). Thank you so much to those who read!

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 “…and it appears that is it”. 

Logan exhaled as he looked up at Duke who began putting the will away. 

“Listen, I can let your cousins know you were here— “.

Logan shook his head and rose from his seat. “No it’s fine, thank you”. 

“I almost forgot to mention that Teresa set up separate trusts for each of you”.

“Trusts?”

“Yes, and she declared Hilary Williams as the Successor Trustee”. 

“Wow…how much did she leave me?”

“One-thousand, you’ll receive the funds on your twenty-seventh birthday”.

A moment of silence swept through the office; Logan sat trying to make sense of the situation. Perhaps he could ask Duke for help? After all, he was a lawyer, and most importantly, he knew his grandmother. 

Before Logan could speak, Duke glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath. “I don’t mean to rush you, but I have to catch an early flight tomorrow morning”. 

“Um...thank you” Logan extended his hand to Duke who gave him a firm shake. 

“Take care of yourself Logan”.

Logan waved goodbye and stepped out into the hallway. As he began walking towards the elevator, he froze at the sound of thundering footsteps and screaming. 

“Is anyone here!? Duke! Where are you?!”

Logan turned to see a short, slender woman running in his direction, waving her hands frantically. “Duke!”

Duke emerged from his office with a bewildered look on his face. “Vivian, what is it?”

“There are masked men in the building with guns!”

Logan froze and stared at the woman as she ran towards Duke. 

“Guns? What are you talking about?”

“I forgot my keys and was heading back up to get them…and...and THAT is when I saw them! Poking around! There is a body in the stairwell!”

“Here get in my office, I’ll call 911” Duke quickly ushered her inside and pulled out his phone. 

As soon as Duke’s back was turned, Logan sprinted towards the stairwell, praying Vanessa didn’t leave. 

 Vanessa ran down the hallway trying office after office and closet after closet hoping to find an unlocked door. The footsteps behind her had faded, meaning she lost them. Suddenly she came to an office that was unlocked and immediately jerked the door open. Once she was inside, she dropped to the floor and crawled underneath the nearest desk.

“My phone…my phone” she frantically whispered to herself. Her hands were shaking and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. As she fumbled to call 911, she noticed the battery life was extremely low.

Suddenly, the door opened, and heavy footsteps began to pace around the office, slowly they inched closer to the desk. 

Oh god no…Please, please no… she thought. 

“¡Oye! ¿Qué estás haciendo?”

Against her better judgment, Vanessa peaked from underneath the desk. The masked figure turned towards the doorway to face whoever was on the other side. 

“Pensé que la niña estaba aquí”.

Vanessa bit her lip, the only words she understood were niña and aquí. 

“No pierdas el tiempo con ella, encuentra a Logan. Él es el que Javier quiere”.

Vanessa slowly glanced at her phone, the screen was dim, and the battery percentage had declined tremendously. 

“Si encuentras a la chica, deshazte de ella. ¡Ahora vámonos!”

As soon as they left, Vanessa crept out from under the desk and slowly stood up. How could she have been so stupid to trust Logan? More importantly, how was she going to get herself out of this situation? After taking a deep breath, she silently stepped into the hallway.

 Logan crept down the stairs of the stairwell and briefly checked over his shoulder. Vanessa told him she would wait downstairs, but did she make it the lobby? Or did she completely ditch him? He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, now was not the time to panic.

Eventually, he reached a landing but froze, in front of him was a body surrounded in a pool of blood. “Shit…”.

Before he could react, the door flew open, and the color drained from his face. However, he relaxed once he realized who was standing in front of him. “Vanessa, we have to get out of here”. 

“If you think I am going anywhere else with you, then you are mistaken,” she answered coldly.  

Logan glanced over her shoulder to see two masked figures emerge from around the corner, further down the hall. Time appeared to stand still as one of them raised a gun and the other reached for their own. 

“Duck!” Logan shouted. 

BAM

Vanessa dropped to the floor and Logan reeled back into the stairwell. 

BAM

With his back against the wall, Logan began moving towards the stairs but froze when a hand reached for his feet. 

“You bastard! You were about to leave me!”

Logan instantly helped her up and they began running down the stairs with the gunmen hot on their heels. 

BAM

They ducked once more as they continued down the stairs. 

BAM

“Where is the parking garage?!”

“I think it’s this floor!?” Vanessa threw open a random door and began digging in her purse for the keys. 

For a split second, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the empty garage, their shoes pounding against the concrete. 

“Hurry up!” Logan shouted as he looked over his shoulder.

The gunmen burst through the door now joined by a third, Logan cursed underneath his breath. 

“Oh my god! Where are they?!” Vanessa rummaged through her purse ruthlessly. 

“Vanessa, come on!”

Something sharp pricked her finger, Vanessa pulled out the car keys and frantically pushed the alarm button.

ERNT-ERNT-ERNT-ERNT

“There!” Vanessa pointed towards the car and darted towards the driver’s seat. 

“Hell no! I’m driving!”

Before she could protest, Logan was on her side and snatched the keys out of her hand. Vanessa looked over to see the gunmen retreating to their vehicle, her blood ran cold at the sound of police sirens blaring in a distance. 

Once Logan was inside, he started up the car, and Vanessa climbed in after him. As soon as the engine came alive, they pulled out of the parking spot and sped towards the exit. 

As he tore through the streets, Logan's thoughts drifted back to the Mercy Park Crew and each job they did together. If there was a way to go back in time, he knew he would do it in a heartbeat especially if he could be reunited with Ellie. This life was becoming too much for him, something told him to go back to Detroit, but he didn’t he stayed in California thinking it may blow over. 

“Watch where you are going!” Vanessa screamed.

Logan snapped out of his thoughts as he blared through a red light and multiple car horns echoed around him. A few other cars swerved out of the way narrowly missing each other. 

“You need to focus! Do you even know where you are going?!”

Logan turned to Vanessa, she stared back at him, eyes filled with rage. “Now would be a good time to explain yourself!”

“Even if I did, you probably wouldn’t believe me” he answered coldly. 

“I just want the truth dammit!”

An eerie silence swept through the car as Logan turned to face her. “For starters, my name isn’t Marco”.

Vanessa rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Skip to the part about the illegal street racing and Mercy Park Crew! What was this trip really about?”

Logan sighed and quickly ran through most of the jobs he and the crew did together, who was in the crew, what happened with Brent, how Ellie came into the picture, the night he took Ellie to prom, and what happened the night they brought down the Brotherhood. 

“So throughout all of this, it did not occur to you one of your previous…’ quests’ would come back to bite you in the ass?!”.

Logan sighed as the buildings whizzed by, luckily, they were getting closer to being out of the city. 

“Well, something tells me that you know who was chasing us, care to enlighten me?”

Suddenly, police sirens echoed in the distance. Logan bit his lip as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“It’s your bartender friend and whoever he is involved with!”

Logan turned to face Vanessa with a bewildered look on his face. “Javier!?”

“Look out!”

Logan turned to see a black SUV pull up on their side, the windows rolled down to reveal guns aimed at their car.

“Hold on!”

BAM 

Logan jerked the car around a corner, thinking it was a street, only to see it wasn’t. 

“You are not on the road!”

BAM BAM

“Don’t you think I know that?!”

Both of them turned towards each other, with a fearful look. The police sirens were growing closer…but they had no idea which direction they were coming from.

Logan slammed on the horn as pedestrians ran out of the way and tables, chairs, potted plants, carts, and trash bins sprang up and over the car. The SUV trailed behind in hot pursuit inching closer and closer. 

BAM BAM

“You’ve been to Boston before! How the hell do we get out of here!?”

Vanessa’s heart raced as she looked out the windows, trying to place her surroundings. Were they in Willow Creek? West End? South End? Hyde Park? Dorchester? 

“Vanessa!”

BAM

Vanessa came to her senses at the sound of another gunshot and pointed up ahead. “I don’t remember this neighborhood…I think it’s Rivermont?! Turn right up ahead and keep going straight and make a left! The highway should be up ahead…I think…”

Logan winced but he didn’t have time to question her, all of the months he spent tearing through the Los Angeles streets with the Mercy Park Crew took control. With fierce precision, he veered right and sent the sedan gliding down a narrow one-way street, people cleared the way screaming and shouting. 

“Okay turn—”. 

Logan ignored her and veered left through another narrow street which eventually widened, and to his relief, the highway was in a distance. 

Vanessa tightened her seatbelt and whirled around to see if they were in the clear, luckily the only thing behind them was debris of whatever they sped through. 

Logan sped into oncoming traffic, causing a few vehicles to halt and blow their horns. Within minutes they were on the highway. Once he felt the coast was clear, he exhaled and relaxed into his seat. 

 That evening they made it back to the bed and breakfast in Birchport. As soon as Logan parked the car in the back, he and Vanessa trudged up to their room. 

“You two look exhausted!”

They turned to see Cesar and Althea behind the front desk, smiling cheerfully. 

“Yeah...we had a very long day” Vanessa answered. “We’re going to head up and get some sleep…”.

“Before you go, we had someone check-in and they were our one-hundredth guest since we took over from Eleanor Harlenay!”

Logan inched closer to the stairs and briefly exchanged a knowing look with Vanessa. 

“Oh congratulations, look we— “.

“And we would love it if you joined us for dinner tonight! Cesar is going to barbeque, and I’ll be making lumpias! I don’t expect you to go back out after the day you’ve had but it would mean a lot for both of you to be there”. 

“Can we have some to think about it?” Vanessa asked innocently. 

“Sure but don’t think too long, the grill will be fired up soon!” Cesar replied enthusiastically.  

Logan and Vanessa returned a smile before they continued up the stairs toward their room. Once they were inside and the door was closed, Vanessa angrily threw her purse on the couch. 

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?!”

Logan anxiously paced the room, uncertain of what to do. 

“Logan!”

Logan whirled around to face Vanessa. “Dammit, I am trying to think” he hissed. 

“What the hell are we supposed to do?! We cannot stay here after what just happened!”

Logan paced the room once more and ran his hands through his hair. 

“I mean my grandparent’s car is damaged, and the police are probably looking for both of us…”

Logan took a deep breath and collapsed in a nearby chair.

“Come on! You have to have some kind of idea!?”

Logan took a deep breath as he reached for his phone and unlocked the screen. He stared at the picture he and Ellie took at prom, desperately wishing he could go back to that night. 

Vanessa started to speak again but stopped, shouting wasn’t going to solve anything. Instead, she folded her arms and leaned against the wall.

“Look, I’m sorry I lied to you”. 

Vanessa turned towards him; a tear slid down her cheek. “You know I started to have feelings for you, I trusted you, I confided in you…”.

Logan looked up from the screen and sighed. “Vanessa, Ellie and I— “. 

“No I get it, I’m not her. I have to ask, was having sex with me that night an attempt to forget about her?” 

Logan silently rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry”. 

Vanessa shook her head as she crossed the room towards the window, she looked down to see Cesar warmly greeting someone with a complicated handshake. 

“I’m sorry but you and I…it can’t happen. Ellie means too much for me and I made a promise that I would return to her”.

Vanessa turned to face him, after a moment she shook her head. “Fine, but you cannot carry on like this”.

“Look, I do not want to get into this right now. What do you know about Javier?”

“Chelsea called me earlier, but my phone died,” Vanessa said and took a seat on the couch. 

Logan rose from his chair and started to walk towards his bag sitting in the corner. “Do you need my charger?”

“I have one” Vanessa turned her purse upside down, allowing the contents to spill onto the coffee table. 

Once her phone was plugged in, they sat on the couch and watched Chelsea’s messages flood the notification bar. 

“Sixteen messages and four voicemails?”

They exchanged a tense look before Vanessa tapped the voicemail notification. 

“You have four unheard messages. First unheard message”. 

BEEEP

“Vanessa, where are you?! Logan is not to be trusted! Call me as soon as you get this okay?”

After listening to the prompts, she went on to the next message.

“Second unheard message”. 

BEEEP

“Okay so I went by the Lilac Palm again and I saw Javier and the manager talking to some guys...it looked sketchy, you need to call me!”

Before Vanessa played the next one, Logan placed his hand on her wrist. “Hold on, what do the texts say?” Logan asked. 

“Shouldn’t we listen to the voicemails?”

“Let’s look at the texts”.

Vanessa shrugged and proceeded to open them. “Okay, so Chelsea says she spoke to Ingrid and Ellie knows some guy named Colt…”.

“Teppei’s son”.

“Teppei is the guy who died after that one job, right?”

Logan shook his head, to this day, the sight of Teppei’s car going up in flames haunted him.  

Vanessa reached over and rubbed his back before she continued. “Chelsea said she found something at Javier’s place, something about a 2008 67 Komoda?”.

“Komoda…?” Logan bit his lip as his voice trailed off. Where did he hear that before?

“I’m pretty sure it’s some fancy car...were you guys going to steal it or something?”

Logan rubbed his chin and shook his head. “I’m trying to remember but…nothing is coming to mind”. 

“Let’s just play the rest of the voicemails” Vanessa closed out the messages and tapped the icon. 

“Vanessa you need to call me, Ingrid talked to Brent and all three of us managed to find Ellie and speak to her. We tried to convince her to take us to the garage, but she didn’t, instead, we met at the beach— “. 

Bzzzz bzzzzzzz Bzzzz bzzzzzzz

“It’s my phone,” Logan said. “Hello?”

“Hey, we need to talk”. 

Logan covered the phone with his hand and turned towards Vanessa. “It’s Ellie”. 

“Put her on speaker,” Vanessa said as she closed out the message from Chelsea. 

Logan stared at Vanessa for a moment but did as he was told, at this point there was no use in hiding anything. 

“Ellie, I’m with Vanessa Kingsley…she’s sitting next to me”. 

Ellie was silent but then let out a troubled sigh. “Yeah, I met her friend Chelsea McIntyre today…both of you are in Boston…together”. 

Logan winced at the tone of her voice; it was full of suspicion with a hint of anger. “Look it’s not— “.

“We can talk about it later, what is going on?”

Logan quickly updated her on everything that had happened since they left California to the car chase earlier. 

“Oh my god…” Ellie’s said as her voice trailed off. “…so Javier is probably— “. 

“Look, any information you have would be helpful right now” Vanessa interjected harshly. 

Before Ellie responded, she took a deep breath. “Right, Ximena and Toby are here too, I’m putting you on speaker”.

“Hey! I haven’t heard from you in forever!” Toby called out cheerfully. 

“Uh Toby, we spoke to him earlier…” Ximena said.  

“I miss you guys,” Logan said. “But right now we need to focus, does anyone remember Teppei mentioning Javier? I’m starting to wonder if that is his real name…” Logan replied. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s an alias” Ximena sighed. 

“Well whether it is or not…Chelsea told me that she found pictures of your car at Javier’s place. Along with pictures of Mona’s Yottsume Halberdier and a gun…she mostly asked questions about what we knew,” Ellie said. 

“Yeah, but we don’t know anything, and I even went back to the garage but there is nothing left since it burned down” Toby chimed in. 

Ximena let out a sigh before speaking. “The only person who may know something is Colt”.

“And none of us have seen or heard from him since we split up…” Logan said. 

“Well…I did see him at a salsa club one night in Las Mente” Toby said. 

Vanessa and Logan shared a bewildered look. “Toby, when did you see him there!?” Logan shouted. 

“I think it was a couple of weeks ago…or maybe three weeks ago…why?”

“Me, Vanessa, Chelsea, and Javier went to that club”.

“You know Chelsea and Javier left pretty quickly that night, I thought it was the alcohol and how handsy they were, but now I wonder…” Vanessa’s voice trailed off as she met Logan’s eyes. 

“Maybe Colt was also there that night and Javier saw him?” Logan said.

“And to save face he knew he had to leave, and Chelsea was his cover”.

“Okay but that doesn’t explain why Javier is after us? Does anyone know where Mona is?” Ximena chimed in. 

Ellie sighed and spoke up. “Look, I think Toby and I should go to this club to see if Colt will be there and if he is, corner him and find out what is going on and Ximena could go to the Lilac Palm for a stakeout”.

“Ellie wait— “.

“Logan, I don’t want to hear it, based on what you are telling me I think I know what Colt is trying to do”. 

Logan stared down at the phone with a confused look on his face, the tone in her voice sent a chill down his spine. “What are you talking about?”

Ellie took a deep breath before she responded. “Before we split up…Colt told me that he would ‘law low for a while…but then I’ll rebuild the garage. Rebuild the crew’ and he said, ‘the other part knows this life isn’t over for me’”.

“And when did he say this to you?”

“It was the night the FBI took Jason Shaw away; Colt came to see me, and we had a moment— “.

“A moment?” Logan inquired as his tone elevated. 

“Oh boy…” Toby chimed. 

“Why are you raising your voice? You are over a hundred miles away with some girl you met at a bar, how do you think I feel?!” 

“Ellie, listen to me, I—”. 

Vanessa immediately, cut him off. “Are you being serious right now?! Minutes ago we were chased through downtown Boston with bullets flying at us and you’re worried if something is going on between us?”

“I don’t like your tone Vanessa, then again after meeting Chelsea today, I am not surprised. It’s like that saying, ‘birds of a feather flock together’”.

“Can we focus…please?” Ximena groaned. 

“I’m sorry but didn’t you make a deal with a dirty cop and rat out your friends?” Vanessa fired back.

“I’m sorry but didn’t your dad didn’t make some ‘bad investments’ that caused hundreds of people to lose their jobs?”

Vanessa bit her lip and took a deep breath, to this day her father’s misdeeds haunted her. 

“And do not get me started on what I read in Taffeta Weekly about your social-climbing, bottle-hugging mother— “. 

“At least I have a mom” Vanessa hissed.

“You know what Vanessa!? You are so lucky I am over a hundred miles away! Or else I—”. 

“Alright, that is enough!” Logan shouted. 

Vanessa threw up her hands as she got up from the couch and stormed to the other side of the room. 

“We can sit around and have a therapy session later, right now we need to focus; I agree with Ellie, going to that club is our best shot to getting to the bottom of this” Ximena said.

“I’m game,” Toby said. “So we’ll head out tonight and touch base later?”

“Sounds good,” Logan said. 

An uncomfortable silence descended upon the group before Ellie spoke. “Alright…talk soon”.

Before Logan could respond, she hung up the phone. Over a hundred thoughts began to swirl through his mind, Logan swiftly rose from the couch and rushed over to Vanessa.

“Vanessa,” he said coldly. 

Vanessa took a deep breath and turned towards him, directly meeting the fury in his eyes. 

“Don’t you ever speak to Ellie that way”.

“She said—”. 

Logan took another step forward, forcing Vanessa to recede against the wall. “Do not speak to Ellie that way…ever”.

Vanessa shook her head slowly. “Okay”.

Logan turned on his heel and headed for the bedroom. Once he was inside, he slammed the door behind him and collapsed on the bed. 

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Eustass Kid x Mermaid!Reader

You and your blog are wonderful! I’ve had this idea stuck in my brain for days, so I was hoping I could request a scenario with Kid being in love with a mermaid (no angst, please!). Thank you!!! the-devil-fruit-tree

Warning: hahAaa jk there's no warning to this one also friendly recommendation to watch Sinbad: the legend of the seven seas

Word Count: 1,9k

The spiky peaks of mountains rose in the distance, blocking their path to the rest of an open ocean. In the man's mind, they resembled claws or, rather, teeth of a sea creature that just waited for his ship to sail within its reach.

"We'll see who's stronger," he muttered to himself. The wooden railing felt unnaturally cold underneath his clenched fingers; the whole crew could notice it as well, in their tensed postures and cautious gazes - something alien was hiding in between those dark cliffs. It resonated throughout the air and the structure of the ship, vibrated among the sea waves.

Kid marched onto the quarterdeck and snatched the steering wheel away from Killer’s grasp.

“I hope you’re aware that only the most foolish of captains would dare to sail a ship through this?”

“And here I thought that after so many years you’d know what kind of captain I am,” Kid snapped back and directed the ship towards a narrow gap between the mountains - so narrow that they grazed along the side of the hill with the ship’s lift. “We’ve been through worse.”

It was like a curtain - after their made it through the opening, the ambient sounds of the ocean were deafened by the stifling silence and the sky-high cliffs surrounding them. The water was still as they glided through its even surface.

“Rocks off the starboard bow!” Heat warned and they missed them by inches. 

The deeper they strayed, the colder the air turned; shipwrecks filling most of the area, whether massive, merchant vessels or less impressive cutters - drops of water dripped down their wooden planks as some of them were turned upside down, others smashed to pieces against the rocks.

Somewhere among the rising fog, a quiet hum of a melody rung around the dead mountains. Kid noticed the crew’s agitation getting stronger with each second as they passed a wreck of a galleon - its construction rotten to the core, hanging dangerously in between two larger boulders. 

“Captain?” Killer’s voice was laced with the usual amount of worry as the humming turned into a singing voice; more than one voice after a while, crystal clear and resonating throughout the stone walls. “It’s the sirens-” 

“Half of us are gay, what are you worried about?” 

“It doesn’t change anything! Their voice is enchanted.” 

Kid rolled his eyes and gestured for the first mate to keep it down. The flow of waters beneath the ship was faster now, relentless, as they gained in speed. 

As soon as Killer spotted his captain leaning over the steering wheel with a blissful expression on his face, he knew it was time to take matters into his own hands.

“Plug your ears! Cover them, go hide below the deck, just do something not to hear the singing!” he yelled, seizing one of his crewmates who was about to jump off to the sea and pushing him towards the galley. 

Some wanted to stay onboard despite the danger, as living through a siren’s allurement was a valuable story to share in taverns, but one glance towards Killer’s deadly aura was enough convincing they needed to follow his orders.

Kid observed the deck emptying of his crew, most of them deciding to hide inside the ship and leave the issue of survival to their captain. Terrible idea, he thought, resting his head on his palm and swaying the steering wheel casually. 

He could feel his mind free of enchanted hold, his judgement as sharp as ever. But who was there to deny him the experience of spotting the sirens with his own eyes? He had to see them, creatures that so foolishly thought they could bend him to their charms. 

Killer’s yell snapped him out of the trance as the ship missed a bunch of sharp rocks at the last moment. The rush of air kept hitting him directly in the face - the water now swifter than ever, taking away the control of the wheel and leading them to its own course. 

The first mate was halfway up the stairs to the quarterdeck when Kid spotted them. Sat on the railing, the creatures resembled water spirits rather than demons; which the sailors so liked to imagine when surrounded by the steady ground and the influence of beverage. Killer still hadn’t noticed them, but from his frantic gestures and silent demands Kid assumed he already plugged his ears and was ordering for him to do the same. 

The ship’s side hit the stone wall, making them jolt forward. The water stream didn’t stop in its assault, however, pushing the ship further between the cliffs. There had to be an opening somewhere among them, a gateway...But Kid’s focus kept shifting to the three, captivating beings still seated on the railing. They seemed so peaceful, their song flowing in the air. 

He didn’t notice the serpents of water reaching out and taking ahold of his legs until it was too late - one of the sirens jerking him away from the wheel and pushing him closer to them. 

The sea creature was so fragile. Kid couldn’t help but note their skin resembling clear liquid, their faces shifting like a water stream. They needed his protection, his strength and powers. One of them came closer than the others, their arm curling around his neck as it whispered the song straight into his ear. 

“Kid! Get back here this instant, or so help me, I’ll drown you myself!” 

Killer’s words taken away by the rush of the wind as a sudden jolt of the ship made the captain lose his balance. He flew straight onto the creature - and through it, rolling off the railing and into the depths of the sea. 

All of his senses were snapped out of him as soon as he hit the dark surface, engulfed by the freezing cold. His limbs itched to move, but instead remained motionless as the man sank deeper and deeper. 

A face appeared in front of his own. The creature was so close, he could feel the influence of their body and the tiny vortexes that it consisted of. Surprisingly, he wasn’t scared; the only thing he could feel was the overwhelming cold that seeped through his clothing and seemingly to the bottom of his soul. 

His body had been seized by a sudden force - he couldn’t make out what it was that dragged him away and upwards, but it was wise to assume he won’t live long enough to find out. 

The first gasp of air was worth more than all of the past treasures he stole as he was thrown out of the water, landing on stone in complete darkness. His muscles listened when he commanded them to move, but reluctantly, still stiff and sore. 

“Who’s there?” he rasped into the dark. Pure salt seemed to be filling his entire mouth, scorching in his throat. But at least he was still breathing and not yet being devoured in the freezing depths. 

All that answered him was silence. That was, until his eyes adjusted, letting him spot a creature drifting in the water just a few steps away. He could swear it was staring straight at him, but it made no move. 

“You wanna eat me or no?” Kid breathed, his chest rising heavily. The thick clothing he still had on could have helped with the cold, if only it wasn’t soaked to the last string, now acting as nothing else than unnecessary weight to carry. “I don’t have all day.” 

As soon as it swam closer, he realized it wasn’t made of water - it resembled a human. A fine piece of human, he internally added, that’s going to bite all of your fingers off for a starter, you idiot.

“You don’t want to sing a little song and throw me off my own ship?” he continued to bark out and slowly sat up on the hard stone, dripping water gathering into a puddle underneath him. “That’s a pity. It was a lot of fun.”

“No one wants to eat you,” they finally spoke, their voice seemingly free of any spells. “Although it’s starting to sound quite tempting.”

“I’m pretty sure those things from before wanted a piece of me.” 

Kid took a moment to assess the situation he currently had the dubious pleasure to be in. There were a lot of times when he woke up without any recent memories or any idea about the place he was laying at, but this? It felt like he already lost his mind, at the verge of death, and was talking to himself rather than to an imaginary creature in the water. 

“They wanted to drown you,” it calmly spoke again, leaning over and resting against the stone ledge with half of their body still submerged. “For the sheer sake of it. They despise humans and take great pleasure in watching them die.”

“Your friends and I have a lot in common then.” Kid squeezed the water out of his fur. With the corner of his eye, he noticed the expression on the creature’s face twitch in annoyance. Perhaps it was time to think about survival rather than indulging in sarcastic exchanges with a water demon. 

“They are not my friends. I’m not a siren.” 

Kid took his time to eye them up and down, his gaze sweeping from their upper body lower - until it reached what was moving lazily beneath the surface. 

“A mermaid,” he muttered, angry at himself for letting a sound of astonishment lace his tone. “A mermaid, you’ve got a tail and everything.” 

He could swear they raised a taunting eyebrow at him. “Are you always this sharp?” 

With another wave of shivers that ran down his core, he realized this was no time for a small talk with an ocean creature. Even if he survived, by some unfortunate miracle, what happened with his ship? 

“Where’s my crew?” he asked, placing careful steps along the stone shelf. “Did they make it?” 

“I suppose. You were doing well. Not many ships made it this far.” 

Despite his lips already turning dry from salt, he bit down on them hard. There was no way he could make it back to the ship - not when it was water that separated them, especially the one infested with frenzied, blood-thirsty devils.

“You’re strong,” he started. “You pushed me out of the water.” They didn’t respond, so he gave up the act. “I can’t swim.” 

The mermaid cocked their head to the side. “Is this your way of asking for help?”

There was a lingering pause after the question, during which Kid assumed he’s gone completely nuts - if that was the case, it won’t hurt to comply and start winging it; which wasn’t anything new for him when it came to dealing with various types of problems. 

“Yes,” he gritted out. There was the image of Killer, climbing up the stairs to help him, imprinted in his mind. Even if he was dead, Kid will make sure to follow in his steps as soon as possible. “I have to go back.” 

There was a smile rising on their features, or perhaps it was just a play of his mind. Whatever the case, the mermaid reached out and took his hand, their touch cold but surprisingly soft against his skin. 

“Hold your breath,” they whispered and dragged him underwater. 

[blcssomia]

I’d  like  to  introduce  you  guys  to  mia’s  new  verse  which  I  am  actually  bringing  here  from  another  blog  of  mine  that  I’m  not  active  on.  this  also  means  there’s  a  completely  new  fc  (  s*myeong  )  joining  the  squad  ,  alongside  mia’s  main  (  j*nnie  )  &  assassin  (  se*lhyun  )  verses.  I  also  decided  to  simplify  my  icons  for  this  verse  for  no  particular  reason.  might  also  do  it  with  others  but  I’m  going  to  see  how  I  like  it.  below  you  can  read  her  bio  !  and  like  this  post  for  a  starter  from  her.

the king of the seas had six daughters, the youngest of whom was the most beautiful. as befits a sea princess, she had fish tail instead of legs. they were raised by the king’s mother, as he was a widower. their grandmother promised that each of them, when they turn 15, would be able to emerge from the sea and see the ships passing by, the people and the cities in which they lived. every year one of the princesses set off from the kingdom, bringing her tale of the world from the expedition.

there came a time when the youngest of the sisters could also leave the depths. a ship swayed, on the surface of the sea, and she saw a beautiful man. in the morning, a storm swept the ship and its crew. the mermaid rescued said man that sailed unconscious to an unknown country, leaving him on the shore of the palace garden, until a girl passing by gave him help.

since then, the life of little mia has changed. she was saddened, she thought about the man all the time, sat in an underwater garden by the statue that reminded her of the human, or swam to the same place to see him again. she did not want to accept the idea that like other sirens, she would one day turn into sea foam, she wanted to become a human. her grandmother told her that this was only possible if the prince would love her and marry her. she was desperate, but  -  oh  how  much  -  stupid at the same time.

mia knew she couldn’t live among people with a mermaid tail. the old witch turned it into feet, but at the price of her voice, which was considered to be the most beautiful of all mermaids. she was mute, but extremely beautiful, moving with unparalleled charm and lightness, although every step was very painful for her, she set off to the man’s castle.

he treated her like a sister, still remembering a stranger from a distant country who, in his opinion, saved his life. when he gets married, according to his father’s will, this girl will turn out to be the lucky winner. the man also took his favorite friend, the little mia, to his wedding. the mermaid was experiencing a great depression: she not only lost the prince, but with his love she lost immortality. she received one last chance to return to her home kingdom if she kills him.

she couldn’t do it because the happiness of her beloved was most important to her and she was desperate to return to the sea, albeit ineffective. trapped in the human body, she longed for her original life.

after a long time, she managed to make another deal with the old witch and got her voice back but had to leave the underwater kingdom forever. also she wouldn’t be able to control her mermaid form as once a month, whenever there would be a full moon, she would be trapped with a tail for as long as the moonlight reaches her skin. it was her punishment for getting away in the first place, and she had to live with it forever. to keep herself alive, she would have to keep on taking lives of innocent men, completely unnoticed.

now, nearly  a hundred and fifty years later, she’s still not adjusted to the human world, considered very silly and quite strange by the locals. as an immortal, she had to travel the earth constantly so that her secret was safe and there was hardly anything she could do about it, but she learnt how to sing again, luring men into her embrace and killing them, continuing to fulfill her contract.

[rpgsandbox]

The Seas of Vodari is a full-color book that we are offering in hardcover and PDF. This book provides 200+ pages of material for gamemasters to run exciting seafaring campaigns for 5th Edition. Your players will get tons of options for creating characters and you'll get support to run a world full of swashbuckling action and magical adventure.

We need your support to fund the additional artwork, book layout, and to print the hardcover book.  

                                 Prototype of cover and interior pages

Long ago, a vast continent was annihilated and all but the outer edge of the continent sank to the bottom of the sea. The devastation left only a scattered few to start rebuilding their civilization on a ring of islands…

The Seas of Vodari campaign setting contains all of the iconic things you’d expect in a fantasy setting, but in a world with more water than land, much of the familiar becomes surprising and new.

Dungeons can be found deep below the surface of the sea in the form of shipwrecks and lost cities.

The most dangerous monsters are found below the waves, such as sea dragons, megalodons and krakens.

Nature becomes as deadly as the most powerful monsters with furious hurricanes, catastrophic tsunamis, and fiery volcanoes.

Islands are modular by nature and the book was designed for you to use as a detailed setting or to pick and choose what you like for your own game world.

                                     Prototype of Seas of Vodari Map

The Seas of Vodari campaign setting was created to support seafaring adventures that focus on the crew of a ship hunting sea monsters, exploring mysterious uncharted islands, visiting bustling port cities, following maps to find buried treasure, and battling cutthroat pirates. The setting is also well suited to running campaigns in its large port cities, with swashbuckling heroes getting mixed up with fierce rivals, notorious crime syndicates, feuding nobles, and scheming politicians.

                              Sceptre, the capital of the Pirate Isles.

The Seas of Vodari will provide you with tons of material to run an entire seafaring campaign or just a single adventure...

New races and subraces, classes and subclasses, backgrounds, and feats for your players to create seafaring adventurers.

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Gunslinger class with three subclasses (Arcane Gunmaster, Pistolero, and Musketeer)

A full pantheon for clerics and paladins

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You'll find flintlock pistols and rifles, cutlasses and sabres, compasses, spyglasses, and more.

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Explore countless islands, with details for over thirty islands, a dozen cities, wilderness encounters, ruins, and more.

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Rules for duels, social combat, naval chases, plunder tables, the code of the sea, and more.

'Island with No Name' starter adventure for levels 1 to 3.

Quick run scenarios including a haunted ship, sunken shipwreck, treasure hunt, and more.

Sloops, brigatines, galleons, gnomish submersibles, dwarven ironsides, elven swan ships, ships of the damned, and more.

Plus, we didn't forget to add lots of cannons.

NPCs for your players to befriend or face as adversaries. Stats, motivations, illustrations, and more will be provided for each.

Monsters to challenge, amuse, and terrify your players including sea dragons, windsurfing goblins, sirens, technofish, megalodons, and sea titans.  

          Vodari is a world full of allies and adversaries for your PCs to meet.

                          Concept art of giant crab (skull for scale)

                                 Crownport, the capital of Taevara.

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[phantomarchive]

A couple years ago, I wrote a starter for a friend who RPed as Nate, and now I’m posting it here. It also functions as just a piece of (hella long) writing, but ultimately takes place during UC4 under the assumption that Elena doesn’t go back for Nate, but is still concerned about him, so Sully gets in touch with Chloe to see if she’ll go find him and make sure his dumbass is safe. We’d had a whole plot planned, but alas.

Anyway, writing under the cut!

Victor is damn lucky he catches Chloe when he does.

His call comes late in the afternoon, after she’s been passed out for hours after a too-long flight home. The job in Kagoshima was quick, nothing to get too excited over, in and out within four days and hardly even a scrape to her knuckles. Easy. She loves the job, though, regardless of how short it is, of how little danger there is, of minimal risk and moderate reward, but still it feels good to be back in a warm bed, in a temperature controlled apartment, with locks on the door and eight floors of residents below her to act as a buffer between her flat and anyone potentially trying to reach her. The thrill of the adventure can still, at times, be outweighed by the comforts of home. Of familiarity. Of the quiet hum of the air conditioner soothing her ears after days of near perpetual gunfire when things go bad (and so often do they go bad; it’s almost not enjoyable if they don’t, to a degree).

She can’t sleep on flights, though, never could, and when she finally landed back in Key West after three layovers and too many in-flight movies, her eyes too heavy to even read her notes anymore, she managed to wrangle a taxi ride home, barely making it out of her jeans and onto her bed before sleep won and she slipped into a series of meaningless dreams for a solid eleven hours. It isn’t unusual for her to crash so hard after a job, but it’s the flight that really took it out of her this time. For the amount of trans-oceanic flights she takes, she thinks she should be used to all of this by now, might know how to relax and shut down on a flight - and yet here she is, pushing her mid-thirties, more than half her life spent in the business, and still unable to to do more on a plane than close her eyes and slow her breathing and try to imagine the thrum of the engine is her air conditioner at home, but to no avail. Frustrating, but it’s why she plans a few extra hours on either side of her trips for the red-eyes and long flights.

She hadn’t planned anything after this job. Maybe a couple weeks off to let her aches recover, to start working on selling some relics from recent jobs, maybe start poking around for her next one. So when she’s woken up by her cell phone vibrating near violently beside her pillow, Victor’s name illuminated through the spiderweb of cracks in the screen, she knows it’s one of two things: an invite to drinks, or something with Nate. Both of which end up being time consuming, and he’s lucky he caught her now.

Her mouth is thick with sleep, and she has to clear her throat a few times before she can clear the hoarseness from her voice, but even then she still sounds tired.

“Victor?” She tries to sound alert, or at least more so than she actually is, pushes herself onto her elbows to clear her head, blinking sleep from her eyes. But it isn’t anything she does that has her mind snapping to attention and her heart pounding so hard it might break through her ribcage. It’s what he tells her. It’s Nate, because of course it is. It’s been a long time since this brand of call has come through to her, but she can’t say she hasn’t been expecting something like it eventually.

She can still remember the last time she’d visited the Drake household, the look on his face when she mentioned where she was headed next - Uruguay, at the time, to look into the credibility of La Luz Mala. The way his eyes widened slightly, brightened, and she could damn near see the wheels turning in his head as he already tried to figure it all out, where he’d start, what clues would fit, historical facts and tidbits they had once spent countless days and nights poring over together - and how those wheels slid to a sharp stop when he forced himself to change the subject. He can’t follow that train of thought. He has a wife and a house and a relatively normal job. He’s left the life of fortune hunting behind in favor of the normalcy he didn’t get growing up. It broke her heart to see the light dim when he moved on to other topics and pushed a smile into place. He’s happy, but he’s also not, and the lure of adventure is a tempting mistress they’ve both spent their lives giving in to the siren song of.

He resisted, but she knows how goddamn easy it is to go back.

“You mean…even more stupid than usual?” A pause as she listens, and she forces herself into a sitting position, dragging her hand over her eyes, down her face, back through her hair. She tries to play it off like a minor annoyance, but the truth is, she knows the recklessness that can come with spending time away, and she’s terrified for him. Keeping herself under control is easy, even in the vulnerability of the aftermath of sleep, but she feels the rising panic make her chest ache. Her only audible sign of it is the sigh she gives, heavier than she’d intended and carrying more worry than she could put words to.

“Of course, Victor,” she says, pulling a pen and whatever scrap of paper she has towards her to take down the notes. Coordinates, last known location, where he’s headed, the destination itself - Avery’s treasure? She damn near scoffs into the phone. Son of a bitch went looking for it without her. Another sigh. “Yeah, I’ll go drag both Drake asses home.” The phone balances between her cheek and shoulder, tongue pressing against the flats of her teeth as she scribbles notes to herself. She falls silent for long seconds, rereading everything, ensuring she has it all before speaking again.

“I’ll leave as soon as I can catch a flight out.” Another short pause. “Love you, too, Victor.” She pauses, then lets the phone drop to the bed, hearing the audible beep of the call disconnecting.

And then she lets herself feel everything she tried not to on the call.

Fingers tremble only slightly as she books the flight, paying extra to land in a small, out of the way airport that’s closer to the island Nate’s headed to, and good god, what has he gotten himself into? She knows Sam’s at fault here, no one else it could be, but that’s a strange recent history of prison visits and delivering rare books on pirating to him behind the corrupt backs of bribed guards (and learning about him was something else entirely, a series of six-degrees-of-separation connections that led her to him, and fucking hell, Nate, a brother?). She’d thought Sam was just bored, but apparently he’d been serious about the lost treasure. She should’ve been more suspicious of the calls he made to her in the middle of the night, his attempt at casual still sounding panicked, but she’s had a little too much on her own plate to worry much about his.

And now it involves Nate. (And Avery’s lost treasure, christ. She’ll find time to be more annoyed about that later.)

It takes less than hour for her to pack a spare change of clothes and basic toiletries into a travel bag and get to the airport. Waiting for the flight only adds to the stress itching her skin, and it’s sheer willpower that keeps her from pacing in the terminal until it’s time to board. She sits instead in a chair at the end of a row of chairs, fingers pulling at a loose thread in the hem of her shirt while she holds a compilation of what notes she has about Avery in her other hand. Brushing up on her knowledge of the man barely holds her attention, her eyes steadfastly focused on the pages though her mind is far from rapt, focused instead on Nate and what the hell he’s doing. It’s been a good while since she’s seen him, and she’ll be damned if the next time she sees him is dead, not unless it’s both of them dead together. (A stupid promise made five beers deep in the middle of the night when humidity wasn’t the only thing keeping them warm. A stupid promise, but a promise anyway, right?)

At this point, it’s become routine to suppress her feelings, move on and not acknowledge them anymore. Years of pretend and fake smiles until it was too much to bear and avoidance became her best ally, and even that gave way to caving in and seeing the entire crew again. They’re her friends, dammit, and she can’t lay claim to many of those. So she pushes it aside. A semblance of ‘moving on’ she’s never quite reached. And it’s things like this that bring it all back to the surface. Chloe doesn’t get these calls when it’s a simple fix, or when Nate is in just a spot of trouble. She gets these calls when it’s gotten bad, and even if getting bad is fun, there’s a line that even she doesn’t want crossed, and she can’t help but feel that this is one of those lines Nate’s leapt across with both feet.

Her hand abandons the loose thread and instead her thumbnail fits between her teeth, brows pulled in, eyes not even comprehending the words on the page, and fucking hell, is the plane leaving yet?

It takes too long, too long, before the flight starts boarding, and she should’ve taken Victor up on his offer to fly her there, but she’s here now and waiting in line is frustrating, and she has to remind herself not to clench her teeth and to take deep breaths to stay calm. She has a several-hour-long flight ahead of her, and she’s really only thankful that she slept as much as she did beforehand. Not that she’d take any rest after she lands, not with everything that’s waiting at the other end of this all, but at least she won’t be dealing with tired eyes and the irritation that sets in when she’s awake for too long. Small mercies.

She finds some sort of solace in steady breathing and the knowledge that she’s on her way, she’ll be there to help him soon. He’ll be with her, where she can know he’s safe. It’s a small comfort, but it allows her mind to settle as she finally gets to her seat and waits for the plane to take off.

———-

If nothing else, on landing, she’s learned more about Henry Avery and his connections than she knew going into all of this. Her resources were limited on the plane, but she’d packed her phone with anything she could download on the taxi ride to the airport, and even the unreliable sources had some entertainment value, even if they were incredibly inaccurate. Part of her would eventually find it suitable to be annoyed that he’d figured so much out already, that the connections were made without her, but that can wait. A storm is brewing and the little plane she switches to is barely fighting against the growing winds. He gets her as close as possible, but the landing isn’t as soft as she’d like, and somehow she thinks it’s drier in the ocean she landed in than in the rain insisting these islands join Atlantis.

“Dammit, Nate,” she sputters as she pulls herself ashore, barely, the water pulling at her boots and jackets as if reluctant to let go of her. The travel bag secured around her is waterproof, but she’s sure everything inside will be drenched when she checks. Of all places, of all times, the storm hits now.

“You better be alive.” He has to be. He’s survived a hell of a lot of shit until now, there’s no chance a mountain and a storm could take him from her. (From them, she corrects herself.) It’s a promise she repeats to herself as she starts the trek through wet grass and mud until she has to start climbing. The rocks are slick, and he’s definitely alive. Her hand slips a few times and she has to take it slowly, carefully, and he has to be alive.

The path isn’t easy to see, but she knows his style well enough to feel confident in the path she’s taking. They make sense, even when the ledges are small. Nathan Drake may not always take the easiest routes, but he takes the ones that make sense, and she can see the handholds he would take as if he were pointing them out to her himself. It’s a slow process and the storm refuses to let up. In fact, she’s positive it’s gotten worse, though how to tell through sheets of rain so thick she can barely see her outstretched hand, she isn’t sure. It doesn’t show signs of letting up, though, and it drives her to move just a touch faster. Careful. But faster.

How long has he been here? Has he been wandering through the storm at the same time as she has? How much of a head start has he had? Is Sam impatiently trying to make him go faster, or are they taking it slow together? Concern buries itself in her mind, and she presses on. Mud and rain and battered knuckles and bruised knees, and it’d be like old times if Nate was here with her and they eventually took refuge from the storm in one of these small caves, bandaging up wounds as best they could while resting weary limbs.

He’d better be alive, dammit.

She loses sense of time as she moves determinedly forward, one hand in front of the other, boots securely in place before shifting weight. Her arms and stomach ache, legs are exhausted, and it’s been a while since she’s gone long enough to wear her down like this. Nothing could have prepared her for this, and for long moments, she clings to her handholds, fingers numb and bruised, legs shaking, and she clenches her teeth to keep herself strong. She’s so tired, though. Surely Nate would’ve called things to a halt soon, right? Had she missed him? The wall ahead looks broken, and she’s eyeing for a path across - and she sees him. Below. Unconscious and on his back, and that’s a hell of a ways to fall. The panic she’d manage to suppress earlier rises in her chest again, heart hammering and hands trembling, and she lowers herself as carefully as she can to where he is.

“I swear to god, Nate, if you’re dead…” She leaves the threat open-ended, fights back the stinging in her eyes, and has to drop the last six feet down to get to him, the bend in her knees making the fall easier, but there’s no waste of time in rushing to his side. One hand above his mouth, the other pressing two fingers against his neck and pausing, waiting, feeling for any sign of life-

And there, a slow heartbeat, strong beneath her fingertips. He’s alive, he’s alright, and she lets out a laugh, leaning her forehead against his chest as relief sweeps through her. “Bloody hell, you asshole,” she breathes, taking only a few moments to gather herself. He’s alive, but he’s also freezing and in direct path of the rain. He isn’t a light man, years of muscle compounded on that frame of his, but she hooks her arms beneath his, lifts, and drags him into a dry section of the cave, beneath an overhang. No way to make a fire, but that’s why she wore the bigger jacket over her own. It’s wet, but he’ll warm it up. She drapes it over him and sits close, pulling her arms into her own jacket and tucking the sleeves into the pockets to keep cold air from getting in, and she settles in for however long it takes for him to wake up.

“Remember that time in Colombia?” she asks softly, her voice barely carrying over the rain. Not that he can hear her anyway, but that isn’t the point. Maybe the point is to keep herself calm while he rests, to keep the concern from working its way deeper in case he doesn’t wake up. “It didn’t rain this much, but it sure could give this place a run for its money.” A pause and a sigh, and she tucks her mouth and nose into the neck of the jacket.

They’d taken refuge in a cave there, too. Ground level, entry hidden by plants, rain so thick they probably wouldn’t have needed the plants to keep them out of sight of the small group of mercs hunting them. It’d been dark tucked in the back corner of the little cave, the sky almost as dark outside. They’d sat side by side, legs and arms touching, heads leaned against each other. The sound of her breathing a steady rhythm to the quiet story he told her. The warm press of his lips to her temple, to the the curve of her cheekbone, to the smile that so easily crossed her face when she was with him. It’d been different then, the feel of his hand in the curve of her waist familiar and comfortable, and did it still feel the same now?

Stupid, Chloe, she thinks with a deep sigh. She tucks her face a little deeper into her jacket, but keeps her eyes on him. “Don’t die on me,” she demands of him, determines she’ll be pissed if he does.

———-

The rain eventually stops its attempt at flooding the entire island, and she puts her arms back through her sleeves and stands, stretching the stiffness from her legs and walking around a bit. The sky is starting to clear up, still not visible, but also not deep grey, either, and she squints slightly as she looks up at the sky through the hole Nate fell into. Where the hell is Sam? In her worry for Nate, she forgot that Sam was supposed to be with him. Had he left him behind? Chloe barely knows the man, isn’t sure what kind of person he is. Would he abandon his brother in the middle of a storm in search of Avery’s gold? Chloe could have her moments of abrasiveness, but to be that cruel? If that’s the case, Sam had better hope Chloe doesn’t catch up with him, or there’ll be a different sort of hell to pay.

She’s starting to muse over how serious she is on that threat, when she hears movement behind her. Turning, she watches as Nate slowly pushes himself up, grunting through the aches from the fall, waiting for his eyes to land on her. Gives him a friendly smirk when they finally do. “Morning, love,” she says as she moves the six steps it takes to get to him, and now that she knows he’s alive, that he wasn’t injured so badly he wouldn’t make it out of this cave, she can’t help but to let her mild bit of annoyance at what he was even doing here in the first place seep in.

“You know, if you wanted to get yourself killed while looking for Henry Avery’s lost treasure, you could have at least called me beforehand.”

[stunudo]

Infiltrated: Part 9

A FBI Agent reader thrusts herself in the middle of the Reaper investigation, leaving the BAU questioning if they need her. Foyet unleashes another layer to his manipulation of Aaron Hotchner and his team. Is this consulting agent trustworthy? Something about her tells Hotch that this case is just as important to her as it is him. Can she work both sides of the law to meet her means? A salacious series of smut and betrayal…. Spotify playlist 

Setting: Season 5

Series

A/N: If you haven’t seen episode 100, you’re not going to understand the leaps in this chapter. Go watch it, bring tissues. I didn’t want to do an entire episode rewrite as it is phenomenal and shouldn’t be touched. But I added some dialogue to continue the suspense of our reader’s fate. xoxo Stu

Warnings: Blood, violence, moral repugnancy, and general unsub behavior. Major Character Deaths. This is the definition of angst.

Aaron Hotchner had stepped down as acting Unit Chief after he felt pressured from his superiors to do so. As he looked Derek Morgan in the eye and admitted that he had been sleeping with a woman who had an unhealthy connection and possible vendetta against George Foyet, he finally saw that his judgement had been compromised. He was not fit to lead his team like this.

“What about Y/N?” Hotch asked Morgan after he went over everything that Garcia had compiled.

“Withholding evidence, impeding an investigation and accomplice to murder, for starters,” He replied, waiting for Hotch’s rebuttal. A lawyer always has to have the last word.

“You’re going to arrest her? She’s the best link to Foyet we’ve got!” Hotch was on the edge, his brain trying to keep up with the taste of copper in his mouth, he had been chewing the inside of his cheek as he had read the chat logs and looked over some grainy surveillance stills.

“Okay,” Morgan’s voice was calm, yet challenging. “How about we try it your way? Huh? Wine and dine her into handing over the unsub?”

“Morgan, that’s not what this is about.” Hotch started. “We need to set up a trace on her, she’ll draw him out without even realizing she’s helping us.”

“I think we both know that she’s better than that,” Morgan gave Hotch an indifferent head shake. Just then JJ rushed into Morgan’s office with a look of revelation on her face.

“What if Foyet was supplementing with over-the-counter meds?”

*

The thrill of it all, that’s what he was going to miss. Not the mindless hours of stalking his prey from afar, but the moments when sheer ingenuity paid off. Haley Hotchner fell for his distressed Marshal routine like a drunk prom date. Soon he would be rubbing Hotchner’s face in the mess that his self-righteousness had made. George had a few stops before he would be bringing the little family together again.

He couldn’t wait to see the look on Hotchner’s face when he showed up.

You hadn’t gone home since the night with Aaron, deciding to go for a run before reassessing how you could track down Kassmeyer and eventually Haley and Jack. Your burner rang in the glove compartment before you were out of the parking spot near the park fountain.

“I thought we were done with this game.” Your tone impetuous.

“I thought you should know your little buddies at the BAU caught my scent. Might want to watch your back.”

You swallowed, hard. The sweat from your run freezing down your neck and locking onto your spine. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Always so hostile the morning after? I guess Hotchner doesn’t know how to give you the release I can.” You shouldn’t have been surprised, but it still triggered your defenses.

“What are you going to do?” You changed the subject, not wanting to think about last night and what it meant now that the BAU were on George’s tail.

“Is that concern Agent Turner? You should probably look into keeping those emotions in check. We’re almost to the finish line.”

You felt it, the inevitability of trying and failing to control a force like the Reaper. He remained ahead of you, the FBI, the Boston PD and the US Marshals. You were truly frightened for the first time in a long time.

“Uh-oh, that’s my other phone. Sorry doll, but I think its your boyfriend on the line.” Without any formalities, the call went dead.

*

“After I finish you, I’m going to find that little bastard son of yours. And I’m going to show him both of his dead parents and I’m gonna tell him that all of this was all your fault.” George taunted and Hotch sprung back at him.

Each punch landing on the face of pure evil, each impact satisfying fuel to his grief and guilt. The rage of his father surged through him and he let go of his years of restraint.

“Oh, shit. You got me. I surrender,” George almost smiled up at him. Hotch was done listening. Each thing that this man had taken from him and others flashed through his mind as Hotch’s fist connected over and over to Foyet’s battered skull.

“Turner was right about you, Hotch. You’re no boy scout,” George groaned, that cocky smirk sneaking up as the life left his body. Before he even heard the sirens, Derek was pulling Hotch off of Foyet’s corpse. And he crumbled.

*

Hotch had never felt relief like this before. He found Jack, safe, in the cubby beside his desk in the home office.

“I worked the case just like you said,” his innocent voice was a choir of angels.

When Jack was firmly in JJ’s arms, Hotch lost his composure again. The gratitude and loss sending shock waves through his body. His feet took him back upstairs, finding Derek holding Haley’s lifeless hand. He drew her body to his chest and let it go.

“Get out of here, go see if they need help downstairs,” Derek’s deep voice spoke to someone behind him. Hotch’s sobs shook his entire being. Derek let him be, but all too soon, the scene needed to be cleared for processing.

*

“I don’t understand if Haley was killed in the front room and brought up to the bedroom, why is there so much blood in the pantry?” Emily asked quizzically to Rossi and Reid as they slowly walked out of the house.

Hotch hadn’t caught the details when he stormed inside, searching for his family and for Foyet. “How much blood?” His throat was raw.

“At least a quart,” Reid replied. Rossi froze and looked at Hotch, something inside them both told them Foyet wasn’t done yet.

Derek moved to the techs immediately, “I want this blood analyzed asap, we might have another victim out there.”

“Is there someplace he would take her?” Emily looked at Hotch concerned. “Would he have had time to kill her and move the body?”

“If he had killed Agent Turner while he waited for Haley to meet him, he would have.” Reid suggested.

“Wait, would she have known where he was taking Haley?” JJ asked.

In unison, Derek, Rossi and Hotch confirmed with a tense, “Yes.”

Emily and JJ shared a confused yet weighted look.

“We can’t be sure this is Y/N’s blood. Let’s send teams to search her place and mine. Derek, put out an APB and get a hold of Garcia to see if Y/N has somehow turned up to work today.” Hotch doled out instructions, over Derek’s authority.

*

Emily and Rossi led their team of agents up to the small apartment on the fourth floor. The old carpeting soft under their increasing footsteps.

“There’s no way he could have dragged her up here without someone seeing him.” Emily said in disbelief.

“Well, maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll get to arrest her instead.” Rossi snipped, the weariness laced through his voice. With the key they got from the super, they entered the large living-dining-kitchen combination. Splattered over every reachable inch of the main wall were photographs, maps and charts. Rossi grimaced as his team members’ faces squinted into the distance of surveillance shots scattered before him.

“Holy-” Emily stepped back.

Rossi didn’t reply, he just dialed his phone. “Garcia- send a full evidence collection crew to Y/N’s place. We need to find her before she’s too far gone.”

“Gone? As in dead gone or off the grid gone?” Garcia squeaked over the speaker phone. Emily glanced over to Rossi, “I’ll get Reid over here.”

*

You had wiped the dingy studio where you had first been with Aaron. Trying to remain calm, you pulled into your regular apartment, where George had spent the most time with you. This would take a bit more effort to clean up, but you figured the BAU had their hands full today. You had missed the SUVs on the curb since you entered from the underground parking lot. But the peons in blue windbreakers sent you back down the stairwell in a single motion. You were out of time.

*

You were walking along the quaint downtown street in a daze, your arms lolling at your sides as you hopped over the cracks in the sidewalk. Your belly was full of cotton candy, the remnants sticking between your little fingers. You were six years old.

Jumping out of the truck you waved behind you, trying to sneak in past curfew through the side door in the kitchen. The ceiling fan light whirred to life as your mother’s unamused face met you from the breakfast table. You were fifteen.

Your dad barked at the ump, the Sox were down by two. You had saved up your babysitting money all summer to buy an official jersey to wear on the first day of senior year. You couldn’t believe you were almost an adult and out in the world on your own.

Running into the police department with your waitress uniform still on, your eyes burned with tears. You had heard that the FBI wasn’t able to find the bastard, but you weren’t going to let them quit, not yet. A younger agent asked you to calm down in a low tone, you balked at him. His dark eyes framed with impossible lashes which only made you more angry that he got to stand there looking pretty while you were a fuming mess.

George’s eyes lingered on you whenever Colson took notes. There was something hypnotic about them. You had learned to channel your anger into your studies, graduating early and moving on to the academy had happened in a blur. Life as an FBI agent wasn’t as glamorous or dangerous as the movies had people believe, but it got you where you wanted to go.

You hadn’t expected that playing a part in this saga of violence would have you falling in love with the very agent who had turned his back on your parents’ murders. You hadn’t expected the control you had given George over your body would have been a grounding force for your tortured mind. You had lost your mission and therefore your redemption. It was time to leave the past in the past.

You got up from the bench in the library foyer and moved on.

Walking into headquarters you held up your hands, the security guards had their weapons raised as soon as they spotted you. The few agents checking in for their shifts backed them up accordingly.

“I’m here to turn myself in, but I need to see Agent Aaron Hotchner on the sixth floor first.” The head of security nodded and a heavy set man from the cyber crimes stepped behind you, locking your hands behind your back in a cold biting pair of cuffs.

The elevator ride was stuffy and filled with bitterness, your arresting agents’ comm units buzzing over your circumstances. You wanted to make a joke, but they didn’t deserve your charms at the moment. The called floor dinged and the doors spread open to their bullpen. You inched forward with the weight of the agent’s pudgy fists on your back.

“Hey, guys, sorry I’m a bit tied up at the moment. Hotch around?” You kept your head up and waited for JJ to sprint up the stairs, pass the chief’s office and duck into the round table room. Morgan and Rossi emerged followed quickly by Hotch, who was holding Jack as the gentle smile fell from his face.

You exhaled, letting the bruises and despair of Hotch’s face tell you what you needed to know. Haley was dead. But Foyet hadn’t won, not completely. Hotch stood tall and the little boy remained untouched.

“I, Y/N Y/L/N would like to make a formal confession of my crimes, Agent Hotchner. But only if you will hear me out.”

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“ Ah , Koemi - unnie . Did I leave my necklace with you the other day ? “

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          ❝     Where should I put my things ?       ❞ She asks , looking up to the other .  Even though she was always so BUSY with her schedule at the Double - Kill building AND taking care of her sickly mother between schedules , the one thing she often did for herself was participate at open mics ( especially at the cafe she used to work at ) or at other facilities .

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