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the-silver-peahen-residence · 2 years ago

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||A deadly battle part 8: Thoughts and worry; extra teachings||

Hi my dears you know what time it is; time for another part for the drabble series, A deadly battle. It’s where me and @demon-blood-youths have written a collection of drabbles regarding a event that happened with the fractions and the king of curses, sukuna.

If you wish to read the following, the links are down below:

Part One: King vs. Dragon heir

Part Two: Aftermath

Part Three: The king vs. Matt Knack

Part Four: Aftermath Acceptance

Part Five: A Risky Solution

Part Six: The talk; Painful conversation

Part Seven: The Meeting

((Your reading part 8 right now))

~~((Drabble Summary))~~

After the talk or meeting with Ink and the other fractions, it seems a plan was set. The fractions will help Ink with her training within 5 months from now in order to prepare for her rematch with Sukuna. However, it seems Ink was stressed out from all this. Maybe Gojo can lend a hand to her. What will he say? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Nothing too serious but maybe throwing up warning in case

~~((Guests in the Drabble))~~

Gojo saturo belongs to jujutsu kaisen manga and anime. He also belong to me due to rping as him as muse

Van Ink belongs to demon mun

When hearing what happened in the meeting, it seems the fractions had a plan. They would be helping Ink out with her training! That got Gojo happy to hear. Maybe with their help, it can give Ink the boost she needed in order to fight against him. So he figures he would see her.

Though, he was not expecting to find her throwing up in the trash can from all the stress and trauma going on. He was now sitting in the room with Ink but giving some water and something to ease her stomach. Wow, this must be a lot on her.

“There we go. How you feeling kiddo?” he asked to look down at her, showing he removed the blinfold to look at her. Ink didn’t answer but she was holding the cup of water after taking some stomach medicine.

“....a bit better but at least the throwing up has eased down. I just.....needed a moment after all that.” she knew it was a lot but hey, it was better to not keep it in. But this was still so much. Gojo can understand that but sighed looking ahead.

“That’s good to hear..”

The two sat there in silence but Ink only looks ahead while looking from the window showing the demon realm they were in. “...Gojo sensei, how is Y..Yuji? Is he alright? Is he.....?”

“No worries, Yuji is alright..just....trying to keep himself calm after what happened. He’s got a lot on his own mind too after all this happened. Even from the whole request of you fighting S-I mean ‘him.’” He stops saying his name since it was triggering to many.

“Even so, He’s really upset of what ‘he’ did to you guys. He still saying sorry about it.” Gojo knew he was after leaving to find Ink but he could hear Yuji angry at himself for it.

“..O..Oh...I’m glad to know he’s alright but still......what will happen now? I know I’ll be training for 5 months but I’m hoping to be ready but I will be.” she sighed that Gojo looks down at his hand.

“I know you will...but I’m hoping you will be.” He sees Ink look at him but was confused.

“What do you mean? Did something happen?” Ink saw Gojo stand up but looks out the window seeing the demon world but crossed his arms to think of what to say. “I guess you will have to know About Yuji?.....Are they really planning on executing him?” she had to know if it was true, she just had to know.

“Well, after hearing that Sukuna got out, caused massive destruction in some parts of NYC, and hurting innocent people like you and your friends, it seems the elders are now requesting for Yuji to be executed.” he said but Ink looked shocked dropping the water that spills on the carpet and her foot.

“Wait..w..what?”

“Yeah. I am trying to delay the execution in order to hope your idea works. I mean, I know this is sudden but I had the feeling Vanity or the other devil’s would have told you. Right now, he’s....worried but he even is saying he deserves it after what happened.” Gojo explains that Ink’s eyes widen in shock. Their was no way, they couldn’t do that to him. Yuji didn’t do this, Sukuna did it!

She grips her pants to look down but Gojo sighed to look back at Ink. “I know. As I said, I’m working on talking to the Elders of this situation but they are just afraid not knowing how Sukuna’s newer dangerous power. I don’t want the kid to get killed but they are wondering what is being done about it.”

“I..I had no idea....they were planning on doing that. I mean, it’s not his fault, it was.....was...”

“I know, I know. but like I said, it depends on your idea.” He walks back to Ink to sit down. “Which is why I’m going to offer you some help.” He looks to see her look at him now.

“Help?”

“Yes. I’m going to help you in order to get you used to cursed energy so that you have a better understanding of it. From what I remember, you had cursed energy to give to Taz’s devil remember? I was told by Yuji he saw this dark dragon that was your cursed energy. So, maybe with training their is a way to help you get used to your own cursed energy and maybe aid you in your battle with Sukuna.” Gojo looks ahead but he was thinking about it.

“I really want to help you out and Yuji too. I told him he didn’t do this, it was ‘his’ fault this happened. However, I know he is going to say he deserves to die for all the pain he caused.”

“But-”

“I know it wasn’t his fault but that’s what his mind is saying. Yuji’s a good kid and already takes a liking to Taz like a little sister. He didn’t want to scare her or harm her which is why he’s hoping and praying this plan of yours will pull through. But I know it will.” he said as Ink looks down at her lap nervous. She didn’t know this. She had no idea these elders were going to do that. Now the situation was more serious. That almost got her sick thinking about it.

“Ugghhh....”

“Easy now..” He said resting a hand on her back but using some of his own positive energy to help ease the sickness a bit. Ink didn’t move but he only looks down to sigh once more. “Listen Ink. I know this is a lot to take in but understand this, your really unlike anyone I’ve met even your friends. Your willing to do all this and even fight him again. I know Yuji will be happy but he’s also worried about you and your friends.”

“I..I understand I just..all of this..Yuji....it’s just so much. I know five months will go by fast but I have to use that time to train and get stronger. I have to for my friends and Yuji too.” she sighed feeling his hand lift off her back then looks to her.

“That’s why I’m going to offer my help with training you on this. Besides, Cursed energy is in many people even demons too. I’m sure with practice we can find some way to help you get the hang of it and use it to help you.” He looks to Ink again. “Besides, Yuji deserves to live as everyone else. I know Sukuna will be a pain if he did win but..at least he won’t cause Yuji anymore harm like he’s done now.”

“Hmmm...then if that’s the case.” Ink looks ahead then to Gojo once more. “You’ll be able to help train me right? I need to know what I can during this time. I have to.” she said that Gojo gives a light nod understanding.

“Don’t worry I’ll help you as much as I can along with your friends. I want things to turn out alright for everyone even you. With this, I know you will be strong enough. You can do this Ink.“ he said even knowing Sukuna is strong but maybe..just maybe she can withstand him for a while to prove her point.

“So we have a idea plan. I’ll also train you in knowing of your own cursed energy, jujustu techniques and probably domain expansion. It will be a bit confusing at first but I know you’ll understand in due time. Also.....don’t stress yourself.” He sees her blink to look at him.

“I know like I said it’s a lot to take in and of the risks but over stressing and worrying will make it harder for you to focus. Remember, you just have to keep a calm mind and stable though. In time you will feel better in no time. If you worry like this, you might not focus during your training in the following months.” He points this out due to how some students he helped back then were always distracted. Though, some either gave up or others just couldn’t take the pressure.

Over thinking will lead to that. However, he hopes Ink understands.

“I..I think I understand. Thanks Gojo and I’ll try to keep calm during this.” she said to him nodding.

“Alright but right now, you need to rest up like the others. Even if your eager to train, you have to heal first before doing so. So take the few days with your friends to do that. Because when you are all healed up, we can get to training. I can teach on you thing..” He walks over to her but looks to Ink.

“You can learn self healing. Using your own cursed energy, it helps but it’s also taking it slow.” He proves his point by touching her back again when Ink felt a sudden energy flowing into her. She looks quiet remaining still that she felt the slight sickness easing off even more that she blinks to look at him. The sickness was suddenly going away faster.

“........”

“See? Feeling a bit more better?” he asked to see Ink nod. “I can teach you little things to start before we get to more serious stuff. But for now..rest up. I’ll let you do just that alright?”

“Alright..I can do that.” she said but Ink looks to see Gojo stand up once more as he was heading out of the room to let her rest. As he gets to the door he stops. “And Ink??”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t stress yourself. You will be fine..we all know it.” with that, he opens the door to leave so she can rest. Now Ink was in her room alone to think about this. She did remember back at the school and the books she read, maybe she can get some help from that. For now, she just rests up for now the timer was set. Her training will start within a few days like the others but it was recovering for now.

Knowing of the battle ahead, she grips her shirt still scared but at least her mind was slightly at ease. She can do this; for her friends and for Yuji. However, she didn’t know Sukuna preparing for the area just in case so they will be a audience with some...added additions just in case for now, that was for when the rematch begins.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #The mansion owner #A deadly battle part 8 #Thoughts and worry; extra teachings #gojo saturo #Van Ink #The fractions of NYC #deadly battle au #peahen writer

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heartrendcrss · 6 years ago

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civil war + ☕️

send me a topic + ☕️ emoji and i’ll tell my honest opinion about it!

Don’t be mad at me, but I still haven’t seen it and hand to heart have 0 desire too. I’ve been told so many times it’s the best one, and I need to see it but I know what happens thanks to friends who care about my mental health and blood pressure and I just don’t want to asdfghjkl; (I don’t know, friends should I watch it just to say I have? let me know)

#『 she was the queen of mourning : mun. 』#『 blooming at once : ooc. 』#『 the water hears & understands : mun answers. 』#『 the ice does not forgive : mun answers: memes. 』

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vivaamor · 2 years ago

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channel three

warnings: mild swearing, that's really it, established relationship, let's pretend the walkie-talkies can communicate through other dimensions ok thx, my eyes watered while writing this

relationships: eddie munson x female reader

summary: when your boyfriend, eddie is accused of murder, the boys tell you everything

"hey," you were relieved when steve and dustin opened the front door to the wheeler house once you knocked on it. "where the hell is eddie?" dustin goes to open his mouth, stress written all over his face. before he can so much as lie to you, you shove past him into the house. "don't you dare lie to me, henderson, or so help me god-"

the familiar sounds of hawkins news station begins on the television. "we interrupt with an important broadcast. local teen, eddie mun-" you quickly turn your head in the direction of the television, dustin practically sprinting to turn it off. you walk into the living room, pulling dustin away by his arm and sitting on the couch.

"eddie munson is a dangerous killer, likely using elicit drugs. if spotted, do not approach him and call the hawkins police department."

you sat in front of the television in the wheeler living room with your knees pulled to your chest, leaning your chin on your clasped hands as the news reported berated your boyfriend of two years. your blood ran cold. not eddie, it couldn't be eddie, could it?

you knew eddie. he wasn't some cold blooded killer murdering cheerleaders in his free time. he was gentle, he was kind and he was your favorite person in the world.

you can't help the layer of salty tears gathering at your lash line, then running down your cheeks like hot lava. steve stands in the corner of the room, holding his chin in hand, not daring to say a word. dustin, who you usually can't get to shut up is drawing a blank for what to say next. "is it..." you lick your lips, your voice shaking with every syllable. "is it true?" you look up at them, running your clammy hands over your fishnet tights covering your knees, gasping for air. "dustin, is it fucking true?" you raise your voice and the boy flinches, steve slowly walking toward your position on the couch.

"steve, stop!" dustin warns him, grabbing at his arm.

steve shoots him a look, "she needs to know. if it was me, you'd tell nancy, wouldn't you?" he gulps, turning back to you as he sits next to you. "there are things you don't know, y/n. but it's about time you do."

you're trembling, the knowledge now embedded in your brain making you dizzy. you couldn't talk, you couldn't move. "i don't- i don't understand. who would- why would this... vecna- why would he do this?" you couldn't grasp the concept, how scary the world truly is. and you couldn't even imagine how eddie was doing with all this.

"because he's evil, y/n." dustin answers, crouching in front of you. "i know this is a lot to take in, but-"

"is he safe?" you ask, your eyes searching his. "do you know where he is?" dustin looks up at steve, who nods a confirmation. "yeah. yeah, we know where he is. but it's dangerous, and-"

"take me to him."

you follow behind steve, dustin, robin, and nancy, dustin pushing open the door to the small house that eddie is apparently staying at. "eddie?" dustin calls out, "eddie, it's me, dustin!"

eddie hesitantly comes out of the shadows with a gun in his hand, "fuck, you guys! i thought you were-" he's mid-lecture when his eyes land on you. he puts the gun down on the table in the middle of the room, frozen. "sweetheart?"

"eds." you confirm, your voice at a whisper. you don't hear steve tell everyone to give the two of you a minute and you don't even notice them leaving, eddie the only person on your mind. he slowly creeps toward you, watching for any signs of fear in you. you stay grounded, your lips slowly creeping up into a sad smile. he jogs the distance between you, wrapping his arms around you when he's within an arm's length.

your close yours around him, giggling when he picks you up, your short legs dangling over the floor. he runs his hand over your hair, "it's not true, y/n. it's not true, i swear."

"i know." you mumble into his shoulder, a hot stream of tears falling down your cheeks. he pulls away, his hands on your shoulder.

"hey! no, no." he waves his hands in front fo you, "none of that, absolutely not. nope." he wipes away your tears with his thumb, pouting his lip. "i'm okay, aren't i?" taking a few deep breaths, your fingers replacing his by your eyes, you nod your head. "so as long as i'm okay, there's no reason to cry. no reason to be scared, is there?" you shake your head again, hiccuping. "oh, come here, sweetheart." he pulls you in for another hug, holding you tight against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head.

eddie's heart breaks, he hated seeing you cry. you were always so cheery, so feisty. it was what made him fall in love with you. you had a tough exterior around everyone else but him, not willing to take shit from a single person. but to him, you had a heart of gold. part of him was angry that the boys told you about the scary monsters that didn't just linger in closets, but now crept into the world. he never would have wanted you to be involved in any of this.

he rocks the both of you from side to side, pressing gentle kisses to your head before dustin runs back. "code red." he tries to whisper, but dustin didn't have any idea what an inside voice was.

you tear away from eddie, looking at dustin. "code red?" you look back to your boyfriend. "what does that mean?" your cheeks damn and eyes heavy with fear, he caresses your cheek. "eddie?"

"it's gonna be okay, sweetheart. i gotta go."

you shake your head, "no, i'm coming with you." he sighs, sliding a silver ring off his pinky and sliding it onto your ring finger, his way of saying goodbye.

"no, honey, you're not." you sniffle, holding back anymore tears. he looks at you, his eyes tearing up just from watching how you hurt for him. he has his hands on each side of your face, tilting your head up to him. "you make me brave, you know what?" you take a deep breath, trying to control your emotions. "i can't be brave out there and save the world if you're there with me. i'll be so damn focused on keeping you safe that i'll get us all killed. i'm kind of a mess." he glances at dustin, "isn't that right henderson?"

"complete piece of shit mess."

he chuckles, "you know what you can do for me? you know how you can help?" you stare up at him, wanting to do anything you can. "go home. wait for me, and do not, under any circumstances leave your bedroom until i get back."

"eddie, no!"

his eyes are widened, boring into yours with a look that tells you he means business. "i know it's hard," now it's his voice shaking. "but i need you to do exactly as i say." he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his walkie-talkie. "channel three. keep this on at all time, get extra batteries. fuck, i don't care what you do. this is how we'll communicate." he knew you very well and especially, he knew that if he gave you something to do, it'd keep you busy and focused enough that you'd calm down. "it's important. can you do that for me?"

you take the walkie-talkie. "yes, eddie."

"i love you so much, sweetheart. you got that?" his hands are shaky on the sides of your face, his eyes not lingering away from yours for a mere second. he pulls you in, pressing his lips against yours, pulling away as he hears steve's engine start.

"i love you," you whimper, letting go of the lapels of his jean jacket.

he smiles softly, kissing your forehead one last time before walking away. he turns around as he walks out the door, "channel three!"

"channel three."

"fuck," you mumble, your contacts getting dry from staring at the damn walkie-talkie for so long. you stand to your feet, taking out your contacts and switching to glasses instead. you'd changed into one of eddie's t-shirts, along with aa pair of plaid pajama shorts. sitting back on the bed, you accidentally palm the device, switching to channel two. you huff, pressing your finger down before a voice interrupts you.

"eddie!" you hear dustin wail, screaming for your boyfriend and your heart drops.

another voice comes in, lucas'. "dustin, what's going on?"

"i lost eddie!" he hollers back and you jump from the intensity of volume in his voice. "shit, i don't know, i don't know where he is!"

"well, you have to find him!" you cover your hands over your face, closing your eyes. it'd been almost six hours since you last saw eddie and your anxiety worsened with each second that passed. it'd been quiet for a while and you had assumed that to be a good sign, but you hadn't even thought of changing the channel. and then it hits you.

eddie gave you the wrong fucking channel-- on purpose.

"no shit, sinclair-"

you can't listen to this anymore. "dustin, shut the fuck up and find my boyfriend, or so help me god-"

"y/n?" lucas exclaims and then the line goes dead. you're pushing every button on that stupid thing, but nothing happens, yelling dustin's and lucas' name over and over, and... nothing.

you fall onto your back on the mattress, running your hands nervously through your head of hair, telling yourself to take deep breaths.

it's been three hours since you last heard the boys' voice. you were starting to think they were all dead, your heart feeling as if it weighed a thousand pounds, soaked with grief. your fingers slide over the ring eddie gave you on your ring finger, closing your eyes as several tears dampen your rosy cheeks.

"dustin?" you croak into the walkie-talkie, your voice hoarse from crying. "is anyone out there?" silence.

he's not coming back, is he?

frustrated, tired, and angry more than anything, you chuck the device across your bedroom, clutching your stomach as you sob, yelling "fuck!", rolling over in pain. static plays through the device, annoyingly loud until a voice erupts. "miss me, yet?"

you scramble off your bed and across your bedroom to the walkie-talking, holding it up. "eddie?"

"i'm coming, baby." he replies groggily, his voice a mixture of exhaustion and what sounds like pain. you exhale a sigh of relief, your hand gripped over your chest.

it's not more than an hour later when there's a knock at your front door. you practically sprint to open it, a limp eddie nearly falling to the doormat. "eds?" you catch him by his arm, sitting on the floor and bringing him with you, helping him lean his back against the wall behind himself.

"i told you i'd come back." he mumbles, lifting his arm and allowing you crawl under it. "i'm a goddamn superhero." he laughs, wincing and hugging his stomach with his free arm.

"you told me the wrong channel." you huff, leaning your head on his shoulder.

he shrugs, "i'm a goddamn superhero, i can do whatever the hell i want." he jokes, squeezing you into his side. "sleep?"

"sleep." you nod, standing to your feet and pulling him to his. he drapes his arm around your shoulder, limping into your bedroom and falling back onto the bed. "here, lemme help." you crawl next to him and help him sit up. he lifts his arms, letting you pull his shirt over his head.

"undressing me already? i just fought the fucking joker. but like.. the joker as bats." he thinks for a moment, lighting up again. "no, a bunch of batman's. kicked my ass, yes, they did. but i fuckin' won, didn't i?"

you smile, crawling into bed next to him and cuddling into his side. "you sure did."

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #eddie st4 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #oneshots #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female oc

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xjoonchildx · 4 years ago

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guarded | jhs x reader | chapter six: no one but you

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, smut

rating: 18+

word count: 5.6K

A/N: i sincerely hope you guys like the way this ends, it’s always so nerve-wracking to end a story! the epilogue to this story is posted as well and linked. thank you to every single person who sent sweet messages of support it means the world to me. SMUT WARNINGS APPLY IN THIS CHAPTER: oral (m/f), unprotected sex (only in fiction y’all) and hoseok thirst.

of course, i cannot post this story without shouting out some of the most supportive, killer people on this site. you guys truly mean the world to me @ladyartemesia @ppersonna @taetaewonderland @hobi-gif

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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There are perks to being the boss.

For Namjoon, it means calling the shots on the streets from his office in the sky. Rarely does he leave the climate-controlled comfort of his pristine headquarters to get his hands dirty in the day-to-day business of the organization he runs.

Tonight, he’s making an exception.

Yoongi drives. Like a bat out of hell, as always.

It’s a thirty-minute ride from downtown Seoul to Incheon Port without traffic but Yoongi is on pace to finish it in just twenty. Hoseok watches the lights on the expressway speed by from the backseat. He tries hard to focus on the information Namjoon shares, the details he’ll need in order to ensure he doesn’t put himself or anyone else in danger tonight.

But fuck, it’s so hard to concentrate with the taste of you still on his lips.

He scrubs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath. He forces himself to push the memory of your body in his hands and your skin in his mouth and your voice in his ear to the corner of his mind.

Then he goes over the information again.

Namjoon wants to be in place at least ten minutes before the scheduled meet so he can figure out what’s going on before the Ssijog knows he’s there with his men.

He wants guns to stay holstered unless he gives the signal.

He wants --

“You must have really scared the shit out of that guy, Jung,” Namjoon murmurs from the front seat. Hoseok snaps back into focus to search for his boss’s reflection in the side mirror and finds Namjoon already looking at him. “He’s been blowing up his contact since last night, begging for personal protection.”

“He’s lucky I didn’t do worse,” Hoseok shrugs. “I certainly could have.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” Namjoon agrees. “Someday you’ll have to tell me the story of how you managed to be outside of his apartment when his handler picked him up. Here I was, under the impression you had the night off.”

Hoseok swallows thickly.

“Just doing my job.”

There’s a twist to Namjoon’s mouth that Hoseok can’t read and it puts him on edge.

“Well, I must thank you for your dedication to your job,” Namjoon continues. “You’ve really gone above and beyond the call of duty for this assignment.”

Hoseok looks away from the mirror. “Yeah, sure,” he says quietly.

The car falls into an uncomfortable silence.

Yoongi clears his throat.

“So anyway --” he announces loudly, “-- Jimin and Tae were able to track Kang’s texts through some internet bullshit they mess around with. Apparently dude flipped out after you left his place and wouldn’t let up until his handlers agreed to meet him tonight.”

“At Incheon Port?” Hoseok asks, glad for the redirect. “That’s a hell of a drive for a chat.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Namjoon says under his breath.

The car falls silent once again.

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Mun Kiwoo has a reputation for being messy.

The man at the top sets the tone for the organization, and Mun is no exception. His men are known for their brutality, his deals often go south, and by most accounts his syndicate is hanging on by a thread.

But it’s still hanging on.

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi watch quietly from their vantage point behind a shipping container as Mun waits in the dark, cigarette in hand. He looks like an unmade bed -- shirt rumpled and half-tucked into his wrinkled dress pants. He lights one cigarette off of another as he answers a series of calls on his cell.

His agitation seems to rise each time it rings again.

Hoseok takes stock of the two guards Mun has at his side tonight. They’re bulky men with huge arms and round bodies -- the kind of guys who look dangerous due to sheer size, but would be slow to respond in a physical fight. Namjoon holds up two fingers to confirm they’re the only men with Mun and Hoseok nods.

Headlights bounce off the pavement after a few more minutes of waiting.

A black car pulls up close to the water’s edge and Mun Kiwoo ends his call just as he lights another cigarette.

Kang Donghyuk is the first out of the car, followed closely by his Ssijog handler. Kang is dragging his ass and even from a distance, Hoseok can make out the bandage over the side of his face.

Hope it hurts, motherfucker.

“Mr. Kang,” Mun Kiwoo’s voice is clear now, loud enough for all three men to hear. “You have been rather insistent about this meeting. I’m a busy guy. What do you want?”

All three men strain to listen to Donghyuk’s response, but it’s too muffled to catch. Yoongi brings his hands to his throat to make a choking gesture. Can’t hear shit, he mouths. You choked him too hard.

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“That sounds like your problem,” Mun laughs in response to whatever Kang has said. “Not mine.”

Donghyuk gestures wildly as he tries to make his case, likely pleading for the protection of the Ssijog. Mun Kiwoo looks unmoved.

“I’m not interested in causing any more trouble with the Gajog, Mr. Kang. This entire situation has been a means to an end. Stirring more shit with Kim Namjoon is not in my best interest.”

Namjoon signals to Yoongi and Hoseok that it’s time to move. All three men step out from their cover behind the shipping container, hands in front of their bodies to demonstrate none are holding their weapons.

“Fucking hell,” Mun Kiwoo groans when he spots them. “I don’t have time for this shit.”

His guards bow up at his side, both men reaching for their guns. Mun has the good sense to raise a hand and stop them from pulling their firearms -- which keeps Yoongi and Hoseok from doing the same. All of the men face off in silence for a moment, each side waiting to see if the other will do something to break the fragile peace.

Kang Donghyuk whines under his breath and Hoseok shoots a warning glare at him. He drops his gaze to the ground and shuts his mouth.

“You say you don’t want trouble with me, Mun and yet --” Namjoon snarls, “-- you have this piece of shit working my sister. Explain.”

“You know how these rich boys are, Kim,” Mun chuckles. “They develop a bad habit -- or in this idiot’s case, two -- and daddy’s money isn’t enough anymore. They’re easy to buy.”

Donghyuk looks from Namjoon to Mun, panic in his wide eyes.

“They’re trying to kill me,” he rasps.

“So what?” Mun laughs. He smiles wide to reveal a mouth like an abandoned graveyard, teeth broken and scattered. “This guy thinks we’re friends,” he jeers, jerking a thumb in Donghyuk’s direction. “He’s too stupid to figure out that he served a purpose and now he doesn’t anymore. Simple as that.”

Namjoon sucks in a breath with obvious irritation.

“I’m still waiting to hear what any of this shit has to do with my sister.”

“Ah, yes,” Mun says, stubbing out his cigarette and getting back to the task at hand. “Listen, I don’t have anything against your sister personally, okay? Lim Joowon is my son and I want him back. He can’t spend the next 15 years behind bars. You understand that, right? Doing whatever it takes for your family?”

Namjoon utters a curse under his breath.

“I’ll give your sister some credit, though -- she’s tenacious. I thought she’d give up after we took her digital files,” Mun admits. “Instead she’s cost me a hell of a lot more money. I’ve had to start cutting a lot more checks to ensure this shit goes away.”

“She’s not the type to roll over and play dead, Mun,” Namjoon growls through gritted teeth.

“The pigheaded gene runs in the family, huh?” Mun grins. “Look, let me level with you Kim, man to man. I don’t even need your sister at this point. I’ve paid enough people to fuck this case from the inside out. But I won’t lie, she is my insurance. If any of the higher-ups start asking questions about why this case fell apart -- who better to point the finger at than the sweet young prosecutor with the dirty family connections, hmm?”

Namjoon tenses, hand reaching for the gun at his side. Yoongi stops him with a muttered warning.

“None of us give a fuck about what happens to your son, Mun,” Namjoon says. “What I have a problem with is you sending that piece of shit --” he points at the trembling Kang Donghyuk, “ -- into her fucking home. Invading her space. You crossed a line.”

“You’re right,” Mun agrees lightly. “It was rude. Uncalled for. I’m gonna apologize for it right now.”

He pulls his pistol from his side and the sound of clinking metal bounces off the shipping containers as everyone pulls their guns. Hoseok trains his pistol directly at the shaking Kang Donghyuk and silently prays for the chance to pull the trigger. Mun Kiwoo’s gun is pointed at Namjoon and Namjoon’s is pointed right back.

Then Mun’s face lights up with a bizarre smile. He swings the point of his pistol in the direction of Donghyuk and pulls the trigger twice.

Donghyuk sputters as he falls to the floor.

Hoseok and Yoongi exchange looks.

Namjoon stares at Mun incredulously.

“What?” Mun’s nonchalance is comical. “You wanted to do that too, right? Besides, that guy owes everyone in the city money. I promise you, his own mother won’t even miss him.”

“Jesus,” Yoongi mutters under his breath. “This guy is fucking nuts.”

Mun puts his pistol away and his men follow suit. Namjoon signals for Yoongi and Hoseok to do the same.

“Consider that a goodwill gesture,” Mun says breezily. “An official apology from me, to you. And please pass along my consideration to your sister. Please assure her that none of this is personal. But I will make sure my son stays out of prison. And like it or not, she’s going to play some kind of role in that.”

Namjoon stares off into the water.

“I can’t control my sister, Mun. She makes her own choices,” he says after a moment. “But let me be clear, this is the first and last polite discourse we’re going to have about this situation. I don’t want you, your goons or any --” he glances at the bleeding pile of Kang Donghyuk on the floor, “-- paid help going near her. Not in her office, not in her home. Nowhere. Are we clear?”

Mun Kiwoo lights another cigarette and smiles wide, the space in his teeth prominent against the gleaming ember hanging from his mouth.

“Crystal.”

On the way back to the car, Hoseok hears the heavy splash of Kang Donghyuk’s body hitting the water down below.

He shuts his eyes against the rush of pleasure he feels as he climbs into the backseat.

************************

YOU

Something isn’t right.

You stare at the empty seat across the conference table -- the one where Hyejin normally sits -- and something twists in your gut. She’s out sick today. You can’t even remember the last time she took a sick day.

All morning, you’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s no big deal. That you’re working yourself up for nothing.

But Donghyuk is out today, too.

Vaguely, you register the sound of your boss’s voice at the front of the room. Any minute now, you’ll be asked to brief the team on the status of your case, but you can’t think straight. You can’t focus on anything but the feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is wrong.

Your thoughts race back to last night, back to your brother taking his men away for business in the middle of the night.

Back to Hoseok.

You try not to think about what it felt like to have his warm body pressed against yours. The way he smelled like fresh laundry and spice. The way you unraveled the moment he touched you.

Your phone pulses with an incoming text.

namjoon: i’ve asked jungkook to bring you to the office tonight after work [ 1:25 PM ]

namjoon: a lot to discuss [ 1:26 PM ]

Your brain grinds to a halt as you stare at the messages.

It’s like everything is wrong and everything is right, all at the same time.

“Miss. Kim?”

You look up to see your boss staring at you, one expectant eyebrow raised. You take a deep breath, line up your papers and stand to take your place at the front of the room.

****************************

The sense of déjà vu that hits you as you make the long walk across your brother’s office is nearly overwhelming. This is exactly how this entire mess began weeks ago -- with you summoned to see Namjoon after hours, with Yoongi and Hoseok flanking him on either side.

But there is one thing different about tonight.

When you briefly lock gazes with Hoseok as you make your way to Namjoon’s plush chair, there is a warmth behind his dark eyes you can see from a distance. It’s a complete contrast to the first time you ever saw him, when you thought you could freeze to death from the ice in his glare.

You look away before anyone can catch the flush working its way up your neck.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” you brother begins evenly. “I finally have some answers for you about what’s going on.”

“Well, I’m ready to hear them,” you exhale, taking a seat. Your eyes drift over the papers strewn scattered across his desk.

“We’ve learned that the reason the Ssijog want your case against Lim Joowon to fold is because Lim is Mun Kiwoo’s son.”

You raise a brow.

“That’s news to me. I didn’t even know Mun Kiwoo had a son.”

“Neither did we,” Namjoon admits. “Apparently this is his only son and the man he intends to pass control of the Ssijog down to. So it makes sense that he’s so hell-bent on seeing this case fall apart.”

He picks one of the papers off his desk.

“This is the more problematic piece of the puzzle,” Namjoon says quietly. Your chest tightens in response to the expression on his face. “Jimin and Taehyung tracked a Ssijog account making payouts. Payouts to people in your office.”

He holds the piece of paper out to you.

“There are six names on that list.”

You take a deep breath before taking the sheet from his hands.

Your eyes scan down the document, taking in the blows, one by one. Two receptionists. One paralegal.

Lee Hyejin.

Kang Donghyuk.

Park Soo.

You say nothing as you stare at the list, taking in the names again.

Someone you called a friend. Someone you’d allowed into your bed. The boss you’d bent over backwards trying to impress. You stare at the black-and-white evidence of betrayal in your hands, reading the words over and over -- expecting to feel sadness or rage or humiliation or something.

Nothing comes.

“Give us a moment, would you please?”

Yoongi and Hoseok file out of the room quietly at Namjoon’s command. The second the heavy door to the office clicks shut, he clears his throat. “There is something else we need to discuss, Amsaja,” your brother continues quietly. “Kang Donghyuk is dead.”

“Good.”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide at the quick, calm delivery of your response.

You stand to walk to his sideboard to pour a drink. You have no idea what’s inside the decanter, only that whatever it is promises a burn you want to feel right now. You pour a glass and take a sip, leaning against the heavy wooden piece.

“Did you kill him?”

“No. The Ssijog beat us to it,” Namjoon admits. “But Hoseok paid Donghyuk a personal visit at home to convey our -- displeasure -- at his involvement in this mess. He damned near choked that man to death hours before Mun Kiwoo put two bullets in him.”

“I’m sorry anyone has ever tried you because I promise you they are going to pay.”

The words Hoseok spoke in your kitchen surface in your mind.

They’d sent a bolt of pleasure through you at the time -- triggering a kind of primitive response you’d be embarrassed to admit out loud.

And somehow that response pales in comparison to what you’re feeling right now.

A normal woman wouldn’t find satisfaction in the idea of Donghyuk cowering in fear inside his apartment. A normal woman wouldn’t feel warmth spread through her entire body at the mental image of Hoseok wrapping his hands around Donghyuk’s throat. You slip a finger under the collar of your blouse and search for your scar -- closing your eyes at the familiar feel of the raised skin.

You remind yourself that you are not a normal woman.

“Hoseok uncovered Kang’s involvement with the Ssijog even before we found the payouts.” Your brother pauses, a wry twist to his mouth as he continues. “He can be a very determined man when something is important to him.”

Namjoon holds your gaze for just a beat too long after delivering that statement. You look away and walk to his office window.

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, Amsaja,” you brother says. You can hear the sound of him pouring his own drink behind you. “Your silence has me concerned.”

You’re thinking about every time Hyejin feigned concern for you and tried to get you to open up. The days Donghyuk insisted he take you to lunch or to dinner when you insisted you were too swamped. The bullshit little speech Park Soo gave you the night of the charity dinner about keeping Seoul from falling into the hands of criminals.

You’re thinking about what a joke they all are -- dressing up and looking down their noses at the criminal element they claim to despise. Wearing their fake piety like a badge of honor and paying for their fine things with dirty money.

You’re thinking that you’d rather choose a hundred street thugs over any one of their kind. At least your brother has the balls to wear his sins on his sleeve.

Namjoon joins you at the window, glass in hand.

“What I’m thinking, Jaegyueo,” you say calmly, “Is that a lot of things are starting to make sense for me. I haven’t felt this clear in a very long time. So, thank you.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your brother’s mouth and you return it.

You clink your glasses together in a toast.

***********************

You are two whiskeys deep when you leave Namjoon’s office.

Hoseok is waiting in a chair in the hallway. He stands to his feet when you appear from behind the heavy wooden door.

You suck in a breath as you take him in -- the sharp beauty of his face and the soft curve of his mouth and the way his suit hugs the lines of his lean body. You realize, with more than a little embarrassment, that you are staring.

“I’ve got the car warming downstairs,” Hoseok says carefully. “If you’re ready to go, that is.”

“Yes. Hoseok, I --” you swallow thickly, “-- I never apologized for what I said to you. I didn’t mean those things. I’m so sorry.”

Hoseok steps close and reaches one hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear. You shut your eyes, leaning into his touch and inhaling his scent.

“You’ve had a hell of a night,” he murmurs. “We can talk about that some other time. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

You open your eyes to look up at him just as Yoongi rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks.

“Glad this isn’t awkward,” he mutters, before turning to walk back the same way he came.

**********************

The air in Hoseok’s car is thick with tension on the ride home.

You’ve stopped pretending to not stare, eyes fixed on Hoseok while his eyes stay glued to the road. He guides the car through a sharp turn and you catch the way he winces as his hand grips the steering wheel.

A throb of guilt hits you square in the chest.

“You’re hurt.”

“Nah,” Hoseok deflects quickly. “Just a little sore.”

He won’t look at you. Why won’t he look at you?

“Namjoon told me you nearly choked Donghyuk to death,” you say quietly, studying his face for any reaction. He slows the car to a stop at a red light and rubs his fingers across his mouth, stares out of his window.

“I wanted to kill him,” he admits. He takes his aching hand off the steering wheel and flexes his fingers as if reliving the memory of that night. “I almost did.”

That embarrassing reaction flares inside of you again. This time it slides down your back and pools low between your legs and you have to squeeze your thighs together in response. You shiver as you remember the promises he made while pressing his body to yours.

“Tell me what you want. I swear to God, I’ll give it to you.”

You’ve never wanted anything as badly as you do Jung Hoseok right now.

*************************

You force yourself to wait for the elevator doors to shut.

The second they do, you crush your body and your mouth to Hoseok’s. If you catch him off-guard, there’s no way to tell -- not with the way he immediately backs you into the elevator wall, slotting one knee between your thighs.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore,” he groans the words into the shell of your ear, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Just like no one gets to touch you anymore. No one but me.”

The strangled sigh that escapes you is the closest thing Hoseok is going to get to a thank you right now. You whimper in agreement, gasping when his fingers grip your ass to pull you flush against him. The swollen outline of his cock brushes against your stomach and you shudder.

The elevator ride is too long and too short, all at the same time. Hoseok backs you through the doors as soon as they open, fumbling in his pocket for the keys while you suck bruises into his throat. By some miracle, he gets the door open and both of you through it in one piece.

“Fuck,” Hoseok swears as you wrap your arms around his neck, grinding against his insistent cock. He has to drag you both into the bedroom as you press against him like a dead weight, teeth nipping at his bottom lip as you both stumble into the bedroom. You drop out of his grasp when the bed hits the back of your knees.

Hoseok stands back, chest heaving with exertion.

“I need you to hear you say it,” he pants. “Please.”

You sit up straight on the edge of the bed and unbutton your blouse, slipping it off without hesitation. “No one gets to touch me,” you breathe, reaching to unclasp your bra. You toss it away.

“No one but you.”

Hoseok’s eyes darken to near black.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and slowly pulls off his holster and gun, placing both carefully on top of your dresser. Then he turns back, body looming over yours. He cups your cheek with one large hand, looking down at you with such heat that your breath hitches in your chest.

You lean into his touch, fingertips grazing the contour of his cock beneath his suit pants.

“You promised to give me anything I want,” you whisper, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. He nods slowly, the rasp in his voice betraying the calm on his face.

“Anything. Name it.”

“I want to take care of you,” you say, pulling the hem of his shirt out of his pants. Your fingers work the buttons open, one by one. “Let me.”

Hoseok exhales a heavy breath as you open his shirt and stroke your hands down his chest. You give yourself a moment to admire the lean strength of his body, fingers stroking over the metal tags that hang just above one dark, flat nipple.

His stomach tightens and his cock twitches in his pants when you tilt forward to press a soft kiss to the golden skin just above his belt. You work it open with unsteady hands and his pants follow just a moment later.

“I want to make you feel good,” you whisper, nuzzling the outline of his length with your cheek. You push his boxers down his slim hips just enough to expose the head of his cock. “I don’t want you to think about anything but this.”

Hoseok groans when you flick your tongue against him.

His cock throbs under your fingertips through the fabric of his underwear when you dip down to tease the head with your mouth. You lap at the salty moisture gathered at the swollen tip and his head drops back.

“Sweetheart, please --” he grits out, hands reaching for your hair. He winds his fingers through the strands and jerks when you rake your teeth across the wet ridge under the head of his cock. “-- don’t tease me.”

Some other time you might play the delayed gratification game with him. You might take hours to torture him and keep him dangling at the precipice of pleasure. Tonight, though -- the only thing you want to do is make him come so hard he can’t see straight.

“I won’t,” you promise sweetly, pulling the rest of his thick length free from his boxers to wrap your warm fingers around him. You flick your gaze up to appreciate the way his head is tipped back in pleasure, lips parted.

“Look at me,” you murmur, pumping him with languid strokes.

His eyes are glassy with arousal when he opens them to gaze down at you. You make sure he’s watching as you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you draw your mouth across his length. He gathers your hair in his hands so he can appreciate the unobstructed view of your private show.

“No one gets to touch you anymore,” you whisper. You take him down as far as you can again, tongue dragging against the thick vein that runs the length of his cock. You are panting when you pull off him, tongue running the seam of your lower lip as you catch your breath.

“No one but me.”

Hoseok’s dick jerks in your hand in response, hand tightening in your hair as you lick a long stripe up his shaft. He chokes out a moan as you lick at the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock, eyes fixed on his.

“No more,” he croaks.

You pull your mouth away reluctantly, tongue swiping at the taste of him on your lips and the sight seems to set him off. He grabs your face with both hands, groaning into your mouth as he claims it.

He pulls away, panting.

“Lie back,” he demands between breaths. You comply without question.

Hoseok leans over you, arms braced on either side of your body as he drops his head down to take one nipple between his teeth. Your hips jerk at the stimulation and you squirm underneath him, thighs slippery with your own excitement. He laves at both nipples slowly, thoroughly, until they are aching and wet. Then he trails a soft line of kisses back up to your ear.

“I want to taste what’s mine,” he whispers, and a pang of arousal hits you so hard you forget to breathe. You lift your hips to help him pull your skirt away along with your soaked panties and he sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you. Every muscle in your body locks in anticipation.

Hoseok nudges your legs apart with his hands, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs. His dark eyes are half-hooded with pleasure by the time he drapes your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groans when you are fully spread open for him. He drops a kiss on your mound and your body jolts at the sensation, every nerve ending standing at attention. He moves lower, long fingers tracing the outline of your swollen cunt and you suck in a breath.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping one finger into your damp heat. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you choke out, hands gripping the sheets as his finger flexes inside of you.

“Only for you.”

Hoseok makes a sound of satisfaction deep in his chest before sealing his lips over your aching clit. You shudder against his mouth when he pulls back to soothe you with the flat of his tongue. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined how you would taste,” Hoseok groans, licking deeply into your wetness. “It doesn’t even come close. Nothing comes close to this.”

“Hoseok --” your hands come off of the sheets to grip into his hair, “-- Hoseok, please don’t stop.”

Your senses are so heightened that just the pressure of the heel of his hand against your cunt is making you crazy. His finger crooks deep inside you, stroking against your swollen walls while his lips and teeth toy with your clit. You whine at the stimulation, at the wet drag of his tongue that has you writhing beneath him.

“You’re close sweetheart, I can hear it,” Hoseok’s voice is ragged with arousal. “Let me hear you. Come for me.”

You clutch his hair between your fingers, moaning brokenly as the heat between your legs simmers to a boil.

“Hoseok --”

“That’s it,” he praises you with dirty words spoken in the sweetest way. “Let me taste you. Let me hear you.”

Hoseok is prepared the moment you come apart.

He grasps your hips firmly in those large, warm hands of his -- tongue and lips persistent as the live wire inside you tightens and snaps. The force of your orgasm shakes your entire body and leaves you begging and breathless. Hoseok savors every drop of your release until your hips sink back into the mattress and you protest weakly against the threat of overstimulation.

The mattress dips under you as Hoseok joins you on the bed, lips swollen with use and mouth marked with your taste. His head dips into the hollow of your neck, nipping gently at the skin, while his fingers skate over the soft skin of your stomach and thighs.

You shiver in his hold, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of his body on yours.

“I want to watch you come like that every day,” Hoseok whispers into your ear. “Only for me.”

“Only for you,” you agree in a whisper, finding your voice after what seems like ages.

You slip one hand between you, fingers wrapping firmly around the rigid cock pressed against your stomach. Hoseok groans when you tighten your hand around him.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, feeling a pulse between your legs that seems to beat in time with the throb of his cock in your palm, “Fuck me please, I’m losing my mind.”

His hoarse chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as he moves to cover you completely with his body. He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance and you tilt your hips up into his.

“Please,” you plead again, lifting your head to brush your lips against his. “Now.”

He sinks his cock into you slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight fit of your cunt around him. The stretch inside of you is nearly too much -- you whimper when he bottoms out and he drops his forehead to yours.

“You okay? Am I hurting you?”

His entire body feels like a rubber band ready to snap -- coiled energy waiting to be released. But he holds back the instinct to move until you nod your agreement.

“You feel so good,” you murmur, nudging his hips to move with your own. You stroke your hands down the slick skin of his back. “I’m so full right now.”

Hoseok swears under his breath as he tentatively rocks his hips against yours, letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. You wrap your legs around him as the discomfort subsides and the only sensation that’s left is the pleasant pressure of his cock against your walls.

Hoseok’s hips move harder as your whimpers melt into moans.

“Dammit,” he swears, head dropping low between his shoulder blades. “So tight and wet for me. So perfect for me.”

You look up to take in the sight of his perfect face slack with pleasure, mouth parted and face flushed with exertion. His dog tags hang from his neck, swaying as his hips begin to piston in earnest. You pull on them to force his mouth close to yours.

“Only for you,” you whisper, “No one else.”

Hoseok’s steady rhythm stutters when you whisper those words into his mouth and press your lips to his. His hips jerk wildly as his release races up his shaft. He laces his fingers into yours, fucking you deep into the mattress in those final seconds as he loses all control to chasing his end.

He comes with your name on his lips.

************************

Hoseok breathes deeply into your hair as you stroke your fingers across the lean lines of his chest, fingers tracing the metal outline of his dog tags. You lie together like that for a while, skin to skin.

Your thoughts are loud in the quiet.

You’re used to the bitter sting of betrayal by now.

Long before Lee Hyejin or Kang Donghyuk or Park Soo ever sold you out for a check, your own father betrayed you for the bottle. You of all people know too well that most people aren’t to be trusted.

But then Hoseok’s fingers drag lightly across your back and they bring you back to the here and now -- back to the promise he made to you tonight.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore.”

And you decide to trust just one more time.

************************

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Meet Nanami. A shy, selectively mute “witch” who spends most of her time tending to plants and making herbal medicines. She has a fascination with the ocean and occasionally daydreams about what it would be like to explore the waters. More info under the cut!

Basic Info

Real Name: Nanami Nami Age: 26 as of SHB Race: Dunesfolk Lalafell Sexuality: Bisexual Guardian Deity: Nophica, the Matron Main classes: WHM, SMN (purely for her familiar) DOL/DOH: BTN, ALC, a dream of being FSH Voice Claim: Nao Tōyama (Reina Prowler in Macross Delta, Chitose from Nisekoi, Lyria from Granblue Fantasy)

Personality

MBTI: ISFP Enneagram: Type 9 Wing 1 (The Dreamer) Temperament: Phlegmatic Alignment: Neutral Good

Nanami is soft; marshmallow soft. Introverted to the nth degree, she has no real experience in dealing with other people outside of those who have run a select few shops that she's patroned for years - and even then, she can't meet their eyes. She suffers from selective mutism, meaning words are few and far between in regards to anyone but herself for the most part. However, with enough time and trust, it's possible that you might hear an answer or two rather than see it with your eyes.

Because she knows that she can't function through life (alone or otherwise) without "speaking", Nanami is able to combine her magic with her aether to speak by drawing or writing in the air - she often chooses drawing, as it allows for quicker responses.

When observed from afar, Nanami's true character can be seen; gentle, and extremely caring of those around her. She handles plants and flowers as though they're her family, and more often than not will she end up somewhat red-eyed and sniffly when using a plant for herbal medicines.

Backstory

An orphan from birth, Nanami has lived her life in self-inflicted isolation. The other children of the orphanage were never very kind to her, given that she couldn't speak, was more interested in the weeds growing from the ground than the game they were playing, and often felt sick when in the sun. Of course, children can be cruel, and it would be a lie to say if she wasn't bullied because of it; this only led her to isolate herself more in the long run.

It was discovered at a young age that she was proficient in white magics, and thus spent a long amount of time training under E-Sumi-Yan to hone her skills; thanks to this, he is one of few people who Nanami is able to speak to normally, though only when nobody else is around. She now uses these magics in conjuncture with her "witch magic" to produce various potions and medicines to sell for income.

Nanami lives far within the woods of the Black Shroud, in a small cottage that she had built by herself. When adventurers, wounded or otherwise, would come seeking shelter and aid, she would offer it under few conditions; one, that they understand she would only be around them to administer care and meals. Two, that before they left, they repair a part of her cottage that was in disarray, as her own craftsmanship was fairly shoddy. Thanks to this, her cottage is much more stable than when it had been made.

Stats

Strength: 3/10 Offense: 5/10 Defense: 7/10 Speed: 4/10 Durability: 6/10 Accuracy: 5/10 Agility: 4/10 Stamina: 3/10 Teamwork: 9/10 Stealth: 2/10 Magic: 10/10 Healing: 10/10

Nanami is a healer in all forms of the word; from healing magics to shielding magics, and even homemade potions, she functions as a pure supportive role in the heat of battle. Of course, she'd very much prefer not to fight at all if possible, but she's well aware that that simply isn't the case in this world.

Because she often gets uncomfortable in the sun, Nanami is never found without a massively large hat to mitigate the effects - leading to a hard drop in combative accuracy, as the rim of the hat will often block the far off view. Her close combat skills are basically nonexistent, which can sometimes lead to her being more of a liability if she's unable to protect herself in time. To say she fears these scenarios more than death would be an understatement.

Other headcanons

Could probably sing fairly well if she didn’t suffer from psychological issues.

Has a floating ferret familiar named Ren and a fat cat named Mr. Pibbles.

Has a love/hate relationship with spring - she loves seeing the plants flourish, but hates the allergies that come with them.

Paints as a hobby, but she hides all her artwork in a loose floorboard because she’s embarrassed about it.

Somewhat good at figuring things out on the fly, but her anxiety leads her to second guessing herself almost instantly.

She loves fruits in all forms, especially in drinks.

Fell in love with the ocean after visiting Costa Del Sol once with the orphanage - she wants to visit again, especially on a clear night.

Blind as a bat; she can’t even find her glasses in the morning after waking up - Ren has to put them on his back and bring them to her.

She knows sign language! She just doesn’t use it often because her art conveys things easier to those who don’t.

Aesthetics

Scents: Baked apples, cinnamon, flower shops, rose water Colors: Grayscale, dark purples and reds Animals: Deer, crows, squirrels Clothing: Long dresses, cloaks, large hats, circle frames, long sleeves, layered shirts, long socks Others: Autumn leaves crunching underfoot, candlelight, the faint sounds of a piano from another room, bird calls, whispers

Mun Notes

First and foremost, I want to say that selective mutism isn’t choosing to be mute - honestly, the term is very poorly named, imo. The link the phrase directs to has a few examples that accurately describe Nanami’s condition:

Twenty-six-year-old Hannah is only able to speak with her parents. In other situations like school, where she’s interacting with a larger group of people who she is less familiar with, her words get stuck, and even though she wants to speak, nothing comes out.

For interactions with Nanami, I know it’s hard to portray her when she’s unable to speak, so people are free to have her talk in sets. But she’s very quiet/soft, and pauses a lot. Ellipses are her best friend tbh.

Her design uses a custom face dds that I edited from Mint’s that I don’t mind giving to people who want to pose her if they ask ;w;

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #lalafell #// nanami #thank you kiwi for letting me word vomit into your DMs about her and use this character layout aiheksjbfsd #she's been an oc for like.. a month or two but i felt like i neglected my other OCs too much and didn't want to introduce her #but now [jazz hands] fuck that! here is my second daughter

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sweetestlamb · 4 years ago

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Stronger Part 3 (Unbreak my Heart)

Summary: Gang-tae finally gets a reality check.

Author's note: Slightly tipsy as I wrote this, life has been very busy but I have plans to write a naughty Search:WWW fic so I wanted to get this out first. The next chapters will be the climaxes and y'all can let me know if you want smut in this series, or if you like it nice and wholesome. 🙃🙃🙃🙃 But no worries the smut would come muchhhhh later.

Mang-tae lays limp on the night frosted ground, gleaming button eyes peering up at him in judgement. With a deep rooted sigh he bends over to retrieve the doll, pocketing it before turning from the empty spot she no longer resides.

The happiness that bubbled up at her unforeseen appearance has twisted and crystallized into a rancid pool of disappointment and melancholy at her just as sudden disappearance.

He doesn't understand.

Opening up had been difficult, the most challenging obstacle he'd faced in their.... predicament. She'd been poking and prodding for as long as he'd know her, enticing him to crawl out of his self imposed prison, until he broke. Unleashed all his pain and misery on her like torrential showers thundering from the heavens. Voicing hidden horrors and his not so hidden desires, he'd tried to subdue his feelings but as always she made him act out of character.

The thought of that mad woman harming her made his skin boil with heated anger, so much so that all he could do was kiss her back to life; his grim thoughts had painted morbid tales of her demise and seeing her there on the staircase, painfully gorgeous had been so heart shattering he almost wept.

But somehow that hadn't been enough. His secrets and his scars weren't enough for her, she'd seen the real him and taken his advice to get lost. She wasn't supposed to listen to him, she never had before.

"Geesh what was that about? She looked like a witch out here! Did you two have fight? Why didn't she try to kidnap you and take you home?" Jae-su's bewildered voice cracks through the thumping of his heart, weighty in his chest.

He fumbles to think of an answer. He's at a loss, maybe he was the one who wouldn't understand her for a hundred years.

"I... don't... It's nothing. We're fine. Let's go inside." His friend scoffs, condescending eyes calling him a liar but he ignores them, running away instead.

At least he still has Sang-tae.

"I can't. I'm busy." His brother carelessly rejects his offer to hang out and watch cartoons, stuffing pencils and a notepad into the satchel slung across his body. Fidgeting as he fixes his hair in the mirror, visibly excited about his events for the day. He tries not to be jealous that he isn't a part of those plans.

He fails.

"Where are you going? Can't I come?" He pleads, staring up at his older brother with wide beckoning eyes.

Sang-tae stares back nonplussed, "You're not as cute at the alley cat, that won't convince me. That isn't convincing at all Gang-tae."

With a groan he rolls on the bed roll, before clambering onto his feet. Pulling out his phone he sends Jae-su a text, Do you want to hang out? He freezes as his eyes unknowingly land on her messages underneath, tricks to get him back in the castle and teasing selfies that he had saved once he received them.

He'd composed many messages to her before his thumb destroyed them with systemic viciousness, leaving no letter untouched. There was still a minuscule part of him that envisioned her coming back of her own volition. She always came back, boomeranging back into his life every time he attempted to flick her out. It was a law of his universe.

Yet it had been days since their last interaction and he'd heard nothing from her, no calls or messages, simply radio silence. He was beginning to become worried.

The honk of a car snaps him from his thoughts as Sang-tae perks up at the alarming sound, happily flailing before running out the doors.

He follows blindly, stopping in the doorway gazing down at her familiar car, instinctively he grabs Sang-tae's arm hindering his movement and escape.

"Where are you going?" He asks stupidly as if he can't see what is so painfully obvious.

Sang-tae looks at him with a look that mirrors his own thoughts, "My bestie invited me to a book conference, I'm going as her illustrator. We're going as partners, it's too to make connections she said. I'll be gone all day."

He can't hear Sang-tae's excited spiel over the blood rushing to his face, she hadn't contacted him at all but clearly was still conversing with his brother. Why was she only upset with him? Annoyance and jealousy ebb in equal waves in his blood line.

"Hyung don't you think that's too much? I thought you weren't talking to her right now." He instigates, feeling petty about being the one left out.

"I was but I forgave her, sometimes best friends fight but she apologized so I forgave her. She's going to be a better best friend now."

Sang-tae speaks calmly and certainly, pulling away from his firm grip and skipping down the stairs before hopping into the car.

Finally he allows his eyes to land on the window, readily expecting her answering gaze, eager to lock eyes with her and get lost in time with her.

Her smile is blinding and tender, eyes soft crescents.

But they aren't on him, they are locked instead on Sang-tae. Cloying possessiveness curls around his control and without any acknowledgement of him, they're gone in smoke and the smell of burnt rubber.

He gets drunk, disgustingly so, sloshing the liquid on his sleeves as he loses his balance and almost pitches off the table.

He'd bitten the bullet and finally sent her a message, readying for her to call and for them to fight their way back into their... predicament.

Instead he'd gotten a taste of his own medicine, it was poignantly bitter. It hadn't even been read. He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

"I told her everything, things I never even told you! But she's ignoring me, why? Why would she do that?"

Jae-su's eyes are huge as he rambles on, snatching a shot of soju from his hand before he can slam it back, he whines making grabby hands.

"Why did you get so drunk? You said that you only wanted to have a few drinks." Jae-su sighs exasperated, falling back onto the table folding his arms behind his head.

"Jae-su, what did I do wrong? Why won't she answer my messages? I stopped running, I let her catch m--"

"Yah!" They both jump from the volume of the scream, Gang-tae almost falling to the ground in his shock.

Sang-in's rage filled face swims in his vision, intoxication stuttering his movement.

"You think you did her any favors? You think meeting you did her any good? Do you know what she was like after you left her that day? She cried everyday. You broke her. You made her come back to this wretched place, do you know what that castle means to her? You're a selfish prick. Did you even say sorry to her for everything you've done to her?" Sang-in's spit showers his face in a wet splash, a feeling of deja vu overwhelming him.

He blinks back, dazed.

Jae-su shakes himself from his trance, jumping to his defense, "What's your problem? Of course he apologized to her! What are you accusing my best friend of?" He points his finger into the manager's face as they slap and hit each other.

That day. His blood runs cold, remembering his cruel words, berating and belittling her all because he couldn't deal with his feelings for her. Couldn't be honest with his brother or himself.

One time event.

Her tears salty like the sea water that crashed at their feet.

Realization drops on him like a dead weight, severing his air flow.

Did you even apologize?

Did you even say sorry?

He racks his brain scouring his memory desperately, that conversation playing out in his mind like a movie, scene by scene.

Telling her about Sang-tae and his trauma, the effects that had on him and the way he was allowed to live life, inviting her to join this life, be with them.

And, I, need you.

All about him.

He hadn't asked her if she was okay after being targeted by a patient, her skin pale as he ascended the stairs to wrap her in a hug. Her voice was not a part of the conversation, he'd said let's talk but in all honesty he had been the only one to talk.

About his pain.

His suffering.

All about him.

Gosh.

"I'm an asshole." He whispers aloud finally, finally understanding.

Sang-in and Jae-su both pause at his soft declaration, hands tangled from their scuffle.

"You are. But somehow you got the bitch and the nice girl. You don't deserve either."

He has never felt smaller in his life.

Why are you mad?

Stop acting up.

Those had been his messages, the only messages he'd sent to her, nothing but shameful regret fills his veins now, he hadn't done nearly enough. Not by a long shot.

He'd woken up the next day with a killer hangover and a sour taste in his mouth, wanting the ground to swallow him up. He wasn't that lucky.

He'd called her, one, two, three, many times. Each time going to voice mail, testament to her avoiding him.

Mun-yeong. Please.

I need to talk to you.

He'd lost track of the amount of times he'd looked at his phone hopefully, only to be crestfallen when it wasn't her. If this was anything like she felt when he ignored his messages he would never do that again. That coupled with Sang-in's snarky comments and withering glares made him want to pull his hair out.

The castle looms over him as he hesitates at the gate, before pushing it open with a loud creak.

His knocks boom on the hollow wood of the door, pounding as hard as his heart. The castle is silent, he pounds once more.

"Mun-yeong! Ko Mun-Yeong, please open up! I need to talk to you." He hangs his head, hand sliding down the smooth wood.

The silence is deafening.

"Please, Mun-yeong. I'm.... sorry."

He falls to the steps, the strength disappearing from his bones.

"Get up. Stop making such a scene, this was always the outcome. Only I can take care of her."

He twists his head around, eyes too tired to form a true glare but the intent there.

"Where is she?" He demands, fury and shame emboldening him.

Sang-in scoffs at him, walking away after peering through the windows.

He feels his eyes prickle from his emotions overtaking him, life without her was like going from high definition to black and white, his life was lack luster and empty.

"Wait." He begs, tears caressing his cheeks, "Please, where is she? I have to make this right."

Sang-in pauses on the last step, hesitation evident in the sharp angle of his shoulders before he starts walking again, leaving him shattered on the ground.

Sang-in stops at his car, steel eyes as he looks at him with pity, "Maybe it's your turn to start chasing."

The truth can be humbling.

#it's okay to not be okay #it's okay to not be okay fanfiction #psycho but it's okay #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #kim soo hyun #seo ye ji #long live IOTNBO #More groveling on the way #MY pov next

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despairforme · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. ( Within the community my muse is? Fairly popular? But overall in the fandom a lot of people dislike him. )

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO. ( Apart from giving two surviving characters scars, he has no real impact on the story ).

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon? — I’d say pretty closely, in the sense that I don’t erase any parts of his canon, and I try to analyze and ‘ make sense ‘ of the different things he does in canon. There are some parts of his canon that have been re-written though. Like his relationship with Grimmjow, thanks to their chemistry. Oh, yeah, and Nnoitra is also alive in my canon. But other than that I try to keep him as canon as possible.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — Oh gosh where to start... Nnoitra is a very deep character. He is typically disliked by those who only see his exterior, but there is so much more to him. He is brave beyond compare. He is not the typical ‘ pretty-boy-sassy-villain ‘. He is harsh, rude, violent, sadistic and carries a heavy sadness inside him. He has strong believes and won’t back down from anything. Ever. He is someone who doesn’t hold back his true self and while he can be very challenging to interact with - isn’t that part of what’s fun with interactions? That they’re not all supposed to be easy. And, of course, one of my favorite parts about my Nnoitra is the big modern!au story that I have created for him, where he has a completely different life, while still maintaining what I hope is a legit translation of his canon personality into a human!au. Another thing that makes my Nnoitra interesting - in my opinion - is that I’m in it with him for the long run. I’m here to build long-lasting relationships of all types. I’m here to write stories for him with others.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). Nnoitra is very difficult to get along with for most muses. He’s rude and sexist and also a bigot. These things really put people off, but I’m not going to water down my muse for anyone or anything. In canon verse he is very set on killing more or less anyone who approaches him, which can mean that a lot of interactions turn into fight-threads which some people aren’t interested in writing. He is also rather anti-social so.. Yeah, not the easiest to interact with for sure.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — I originally found my inspiration for him when I started drawing him way back in the days. I randomly drew him and got hooked on how inspiring he was to draw. I never experienced an art-block ever again. After over a year, after I had gotten into rping ( I was rping different characters ), I eventually wanted to try my hand at writing Nnoitra, and it’s been the best decision ever. Now I’m stuck with him forever ahahaha.

What keeps your inspiration going? — Nnoitra IS my inspiration. He is my muse. Definition of ‘ muse ‘: a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist. I can’t imagine not writing him. I never have a problem with inspiration when it comes to writing him, since writing him gives me inspiration.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. ( The inner monologue that I always write is filled with headcanons, but I hardly ever post ‘ headcanon posts ‘, because I don’t like writing meta - and I don’t like speaking for Nnoitra. )

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — Yes and no. If I ASK for criticism, then I’m happy to receive any kind of criticism. However, if I’m not prepared for it, and get random criticism out of the blue, then eh, I’m not really into that.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — Oh yes! I love headcanon questions! I always answer them IC, unless the question is specifically aimed at me, like: “toby what do you think about...”. I feel really flattered when people show interest in Nnoitra!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — Not really. I don’t like discussing meta / headcanons about Nnoitra. If people disagree with my headcanons, they are free to make their own Nnoitra blog and do their thing.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — People have different opinions and that’s fine. I would prefer that if people who disagrees with my portrayal just unfollow me. I take my portrayal of Nnoitra very seriously and put a lot of effort into it. However, if I ASK for criticism, then I am completely open for it and would like to hear people’s disagreements on my portrayal. In general though, I don’t like discussing it. I don’t like discussing meta or anything like that, because I’m not open to changing my portrayal of him.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — If a mod hates Nnoitra, I don’t mind that at all. I don’t mind if they post hate-content about him either, as long as they tag it, so that I don’t have to see it. I don’t like seeing Nnoitra bashed in public. For example, I block blogs that post hate on him to the #nnoitra gilga tags on here. I just think it’s unnecessary and I don’t want to see it. My followers and mutuals are free to hate Nnoitra, and it can often be interesting to have your muse interact with someone who hates them / they hate, so I totally understand. Nnoitra is not a very likeable character after all, and people are free to hate him.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — Absolutely! I am not a native speaker, so I am sure I make a lot more grammatical errors than I’m aware of. If people want to point them out to me, I see that as a favor to me.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — Yes, I think so. I’m chill even if I am very slow at answering messages. I always try to be kind and understanding and I hope people don’t feel intimidated by me even if I play a very mean character.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @elxfi , @meishutori and @xyuuken ( thank you guys for tagging me, and thank you Snu for making this awesome meme! )

Tagging: @spottedsoftpaws , @trafalgar-bleedingheart-law , @xdiez , @tenyxshx ( tagging some people in the op fandom to get the meme going over there as well! )

#ᵃ ᵗᵒᵇʸ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ;; ooc.#[ this was a lot ahaha ]#[ very fun to fill out tho so thank you guys for tagging me! ]#longpost //#ᵍʳᵃᶠᶠᶤᵗᶤ ;; dash games.

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15001700tt · 4 years ago

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Descendants Of the Moon

Evasive Tactics

Descendants of the Moon Masterlistword count: 2,755 Tag list: @chastja @multi-fan-trash @serpentityx @syublush Dm me if you want to be on the tag list!

Word Count: 2,811

Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line

Key: Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama

Episode 5:

*Doctor Daniel comes back to Urk to his wife Ye Hwa* *part of the medical team goes to visit the solar plantation* *they go look for the missing kid* *they go to the restaurant*

Yoo Ji didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she had to get out of the base. She went to the city. She planned to just walk around and check in on her usual sources, they most likely won’t have updated but it won’t hurt to try

As she left the solar energy plant she made her way back to the inner city and into a convenience store to grab a snack. She picked out her food and went to pay for it when she noticed a face that was familiar to her. She realized that he was the fake UN guy. He was holding a beer in his hand and talking to another guy. Her attention was brought back to the cashier, she took her stuff and walked out but stayed hidden from the two men. She watched as they interacted, she had hoped she wasn’t right when she said the cops were cheap, she’s proven wrong. She stayed there to watch them, maybe even tail them since she had nowhere to be.

She unscrewed her bottled water and took a sip, she almost spat it out when she saw Shi Jin come out from the restaurant a couple of feet away from the men, Mo Yeon behind him. He noticed them, his disbelief clear on his face, Yoo Ji wanted to laugh if this wasn’t just a horrible situation.

She decided that she might need to intervene so she crept up closer to hear their conversation. She couldn't get too close or she would risk getting caught.

“ Can you find the hardware store that we went to the last time? ”

“ You made sure I know, around the corner, across the street ”

Shi Jin nodded and watched her go, once she was out of sight, he got out the gun he kept with him, Yoo Ji rolled her eyes, of course, he would use the most extreme choice. Yoo Ji contemplated going over there and confronting the boys with him, but she held back, she probably will need to use the element of surprise later.

Shi Jin pointed his gun at them, Yoo Ji couldn't see their expressions as they turned their backs towards her.

“ I think we’ve met before ”

“ You don't seem very surprised, how is a peacekeeper threatening an unarmed civilian with a gun? ” the white man said.

Yoo Ji mentally snorted, unarmed? Both men had pistols on them. It seems like Shi Jin noticed too. He unhinged his jaw and raised his eyebrow slightly. He cocked his gun towards the man before aiming at the car next to them and shooting the tire.

“ You're not a civilian, and you're not unarmed ”, Shi Jin responded. Yoo Ji’s ears are still ringing from the echo of the gunshot. Both men drew out their weapons.

“ I know you have connections with the cops, why do you keep showing up near me? ”

It seems that the gunshot alerted their men inside as five men came out, four equally armed, while the last wasn't, he was wearing a black suit and sunglasses shielding his face. Yoo Ji’s eyes darted to Shi Jin, he was outnumbered. She halted and it seemed like Shi Jin recognized this man, Yoo Ji couldn't place her finger on it but she feels like she’s met him before too. He said something before aiming a gun at one of his men before giving it back to the man.

“ Long time no see, Lieutenant, ” he said to Shi Jin, Yoo Ji was shocked, they knew each other? From the military? The man took off his shades, and everything clicked. Yoo Ji was staring at Agus, a captain who went rogue and dealt weapons for a higher price, consumed by greed.

“ Captain Agus? Why are you… ” Shi Jin trailed off looking hurt and confused.

“ Changed jobs as you can see, now I can grow my hair out, luckily the jobs are pretty much the same, shooting guns and making money ” Yoo Ji scoffed, if they were not armed, she would've loved kicking his teeth in. it seemed like things were getting heated so she might as well make an entrance.

“ What happened to you? Your call sign is still legendary in the Delta Force ”

“ Being a legend doesn't pay ” he shrugged, Yoo Ji made her appearance then she walked up the staircase that she was hiding behind and stopped right next to Shi Jin, who was surprised as much as the other men.

“I guess being a legend doesn't stop you from becoming a greedy motherfucker either?” she said, immediately the guys in the back raised their weapons.

“I wouldn't, I am an unarmed civilian and that would be a violation even the police can't be bribed into letting go.” She tsked at their defensiveness.

“What are you doing here?” Shi Jin gritted his teeth.

“I was having a stroll” she rolled her eyes.

“I see you that he hasn’t killed you yet” Agus responded to her insult, glaring at her.

“Long time no see Argus” she winked, he glared even harder. Her heartbeat faster at the thought of the person he was talking about, she didn't even want to think about how he knew about that.

“It's Agus” he growled out.

“Same difference.” she shrugged. The boys in the back still not lowering their guns, she cocked an eyebrow at them then turned to Agus. she was feeling her confidence seep through her again when Shi Jin didn’t push it and instead looked in between them with confusion

“Tell your boys to put ’em down, if you haven't forgotten I have high ranking connections, and they’re more influential than any sum you can give to the cops” she threatened with ease, this wasn't her first run-in with these boys, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

“One day, Mun, you won't be able to see the light of day” he glowered.

“Certainly today is not the day, I wanna go out with a big bang, preferably not with that cheap-ass gun” she retorted. Shi Jin was just standing there frozen in shock. How is it whenever something happens she’s always around to provoke it.

“How's your nose?” she asked the white guy that faked his injuries in the car accident. He growled at her, she smiled sweetly at him.

“Listen here, Captain ” Agus started halting her attempt at conversation, he looked at her with a pointed glare.

“ There are many gangs in this neighborhood, and they have no fear, no rules and no honor ” he scoffed pausing, “ They got no country to serve ”

“ This is your last warning, mind your own business ” he warned him, Yoo Ji rolled her eyes. It didn't go unnoticed by Agus but he chose to let it go.

“ Even back then and now, you’re far too empathetic. ”

“ I guess so ” Shi Jin answered in Korean, so far the conversation was in English, but now only Yoo Ji can understand what he's saying.

“ I interfered with God's will unnecessarily. Someone on the verge of death must have had a reason to be. ”

“ Do you hide behind your language? ”

“ For god’s sake, piss off, don’t come near me, or else you’ll have to pay the price ”

“Bye Argus, see you again next time” Yoo Ji waved as she left with Shi Jin, he was a ball full of emotions. She didn't want to say anything to provoke him but he seemed like he had other plans.

“What were you thinking? involving yourself in our conversation? Why do you keep on risking your life? To prove a point?” he scolded.

“Captain Yoo, I can handle myself,” she responded icily. He shook his head.

“Does Gwang Nam know that you're in town?” he asked her.

“He is not my babysitter” she snapped at him, seriously what's up with this guy.

“I am calling him to pick you up” Shi Jin stated, but before he can even dial his number he got a phone call. It was from Mo Yeon. All he heard was a big honk and a bunch of ruckuses, he looked up and made eye contact with Yoo Ji, that didn't sound very good.

“ Hello? Hello? ”

“ Captain Yoo? ” her voice came through the speaker, she sounded shaken up.

“ You listened to me well. I heard you borrowed the car. Where are you? I finished my work and I'm about to leave .” Shi Jin replied looking at Yoo Ji, trying to communicate with his eyes. Something happened, she nodded and got out her phone.

“ Please save me! Please save me! ” she yelled out with terror. That snapped everyone into action.

“Go! go! I’ll call Gwang Nam to pick me up!” she ushered him towards his car. She looked around one more time, she caught a glimpse of one of Agus’s men lingering around, but he ducked once she fully turned around. She shook her head, she’ll pick a fight another day. Right now she has to figure out a way to get to the base without asking Gwang Nam to pick her up.

She thought it would be ironic that she was in town to avoid him and then end up asking him to come to get her. She decided the best way was just to go to the hardware store Ye Hwa ran and ask for a car. Once she was able to get that sorted, she arrived on the base, she managed to get through halfway without running into anyone.

“Where have you been all day?” Woo Geun asked with a smug tug on his lips.

“Around” she cryptically responded, usually he doesn’t really care where she is, it seems like someone was trying to find her.

“Answer it clearly Mun Yoo Ji, we’re not playing games,” Woo Geun said with a serious tone.

“Why did something happen?” she asked curiously, killing her.

“Piccolo was looking for you,” Cheol Ho told her as he walked up to them.

“Huh, who is that?” Yoo Ji frowned in confusion.

“Gwang Nam” Woo Geun answered.

“What? Where?” Yoo Ji panicked and looked around, when she realized that he was responding to her question instead of calling him out as if he was there, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. She mentally slapped her forehead, she just outed herself, great.

“Did something happen between you two?” Cheol Ho asked. Curiosity nipping at his sides.

“No, why would you say that?” She avoided eye contact.

“I don't know maybe cuz you were hiding all day and didn't cause any trouble,” Woo Geun said

“How do you know for sure she didn't cause trouble?” another voice butted in, it was Shi Jin.

“Is Mo Yeon ok?” she immediately asked, he nodded in confirmation.

“She was hanging from a cliff,” Shi Jin’s exasperated voice explained. Yoo Ji’s eyebrows went up, how does Mo Yeon manage to put herself in situations like this.

“I better go check on her” she tried to escape their little group.

“Wait wait, what happened between you and Gwang Nam that you didn't call him to pick you up?” Shi Jin interrogated. Yoo Ji cursed under her breath.

“How did you know?”

“Doctor Daniel’s car is right there,” he pointed out.

“Well, nothing really just-”

“What are you guys talking about?” a new voice cut in, and that made Yoo Ji curse even more profusely. It was Gwang Nam. if only she had made her escape earlier.

“I really have to go check on Mo Yeon, excuse me,” she shouldered through the men and came head to head (well, head to chest more accurately) with Gwang Nam.

“Where have you been all day?”

“Just...here and there” she awkwardly laughed.

“She was in town, she almost got herself shot,” Shi Jin elaborated. Yoo Ji turned around and glared at him.

“I did not”

“Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?” he started fussing over her. Shi Jin smiles cheekily and goes to get changed, he is dripping wet. Cheol Ho and Woo Geun left with him.

“I gotta go” Yoo Ji excused once more and tried to make her getaway. Thankfully she was able to escape.

“Mo Yeon, are you okay? I heard you got into an accident” Yoo Ji went to check on her friend. Mo Yeon had already changed and was just sitting there sitting in silence gazing at nothing. Yoo Ji guessed she was pretty shaken up from the events.

“I am fine”

She sat down next to her to try and comfort her when Shi Jin came in with two cups full of steaming liquids. Yoo Ji was sure they wanted to be alone, so she moved to stand up.

“I’ll check on you later, I have stuff to tell you” she smiled at the girl.

“That stuff would include my First Sergeant Lim, right?” he joked, Yoo Ji’s cheeks flushed but she shook her head.

“Focus on your own drama, Captain” she commented.

She made her way back to her own tent but even then it had gotten dark, and she was lost in her thoughts.

-in the next morning, she went to return the car to Daniel, but Mo Yeon and Shi Jin were there too-

“Good morning,” she greeted Shi Jin as they walked up to the store.

“Why are you guys here again?” Yoo Ji asked.

“Daniel’s car is getting towed in, we’re here to...assess the damage” he chose his words carefully, as Mo Yeon narrowed her eyes at him.

“ Why couldn't you just save me without putting the car in the water? ” she paused, shaking her head.

“ No. You saved me, but I'm just complaining. Sorry. ” she shook her head, Yoo Ji chuckled, she went inside to turn in the keys to Ye Hwa.

When she came out she saw the front door and the bumper on the floor with Doctor Daniel on the floor looking heartbroken, she couldn't help but let out a laugh.

After Daniel finished his business with the towing truck he went inside to get the things Shi Jin asked for. Yoo Ji was still there since her ride would be Shi Jin. Apparently Shi Jin ordered a bunch of walkie talkies since he wants to take precautions after yesterday’s events.

“They're more convenient anyways.”

After that they made their way back to base, Shi Jin explained how to use the two-way radios, well he at least tried before Yoo Ji told him she knows how to use them because she’s used them before.

“You might want to explain to Mo Yeon, she’s never used one before” she winked.

“Just tell me what station is yours and the medical’s?”

“Station 3 and 7,” he gave a half-smile before Yoo Ji saluted at him and left.

*Myung Ju and Mo Yeon meet* *Shi Jin and Myung Ju have their conversation while Mo Yeon tries to listen to it from outside*

*the meeting in the Medi-cube*

“ The on-call duty for tonight will be Doctor Ha and-- ” Mo Yeon was interrupted.

“ Is there anyone who will do it instead of me? ” Doctor Song asked, putting up his hand.

“ If there isn't, then I will do it. ” he nodded looking satisfied, the room broke out in chuckled.

“Oh! Why are you guys here?” Yoo Ji asked in surprise when she walked into the common room. Mo Yeon pointed up, towards the fan. Yoo Ji nodded and smiled.

“ This is Cube B. Pretty One, respond. Over. ” a voice came through the radio. Mo Yeon smiled.

“ This is unexpectedly pretty fun. Pretty One is here. Over. ” Mo Yeon responded.

“ What is today's lunch menu? Over. ” the voice asked.

“ I'll check and let you know. Over. ”

“ I'll tell you the lunch menu, so Pretty One, ” Shi Jin responded from behind Mo Yeon, she dropped the walkie talkie.

“ let's talk for a second. Over. ”

“ Pretty One, work hard. ” Everyone started to excuse themselves from the table, Yoo Ji was the last, as she got her snack, she smirked at Mo Yeon.

“Work hard.”

“ This is Handsome Spaceman, headquarters respond! ” Chi Hoon said with a fake breathless tone.

“ This is Firefly what’s up? This is Headquarters. What is the situation? ” Yoo Ji said with a small smile on her face.

“ It's not looking good. ” he paused while thinking of something, “ Liquid salonpas! We're short on liquid salonpas! ”

“ Calm down. Hold on for a bit longer. ” Doctor Song came through with them in his hand.

“ Clear ” Nurse Ha slapped Doctor Song’s back.

Later on, they made a small gathering for Shi Jin’s departure, Yoo Ji figured that he would tell her sometime before he leaves. It seems like Mo Yeon didn't know yet.

#dots #Descendants of the Sun #descendants of the sun fanfic #descendants of the moon #dotm wip #dotm #ahn bo hyun #ahn bohyun #Yoo Ji (OC)

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cursedserpenthq · 5 years ago

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The Cursed Serpent has now been open over two months. I want to thank you all for making the first two months of this adventure so enjoyable. I am such a lucky admin to have reliable members who truly care about their roles, this group, and the other members. You all are so compassionate with each other ooc, are overwhelmingly inclusive, bring creativity to the group that I never could have dreamed of, and make being an admin so much easier. Your feedback, participation, and constructive criticism has made the group even better, and I can’t wait for all of the months to come!

With all that sappiness out of the way, I have a few upcoming IC updates and some admin business to make note of. I know this post is lengthy, but it’s important. Please like the post once you’ve read it in full.

IC Updates & Upcoming Happenings:

The votes are in and the next Jewel our crew will hunt down is the Water/Weather Jewel! As one of the crew members is a mermaid who was once part of the colony that protects the Jewel, I’ll be working with them to plan out the protection and the journey. While the path to the first Jewel was straightforward, the rest of the hunts will not be so clear. From now on, the journeys will take more time and include more twists, turns, and dead ends!

As you all are aware, we finished the main portion of our intruder plot about a week ago. The intruder will not reveal how to work the Memory Jewel to the crew. (After all, we have to give the crew some challenges when it comes to the Jewel itself!) Instead, the crew will embark on a journey to find someone who can help them work the Jewel properly. More information about this will come after our roles get a chance to rest and relax at Port Royal.

Speaking of Port Royal, the crew will arrive this coming Sunday (May 10th OOC). On Sunday, you’re free to post starters set there. Feel free to continue and finish any threads from the ship.

Our next discord event will likely take place the week of the 17th to give everyone time to get a few normal/non-event threads in during Port Royal.

The lore has been updated with information from answered questions and plotting discussions in the discord as well as IC developments. A always, you’re welcome to ask lore questions and submit suggestions both in the discord and to the main.

Admin Business:

With the state of the world right now and the stress all of us are under, I have done my best to be extra understanding when it comes to activity, holding limited threads, and not posting opens. However, I’ve noticed that this is starting to impact activity on the dash. Please be aware that after this post is made, I will be looking at all character accounts weekly to make sure that no one is bubbling, opens are being posted and replied to on a regular basis, and that no one’s posting pattern suggests that they are only posting last minute to avoid being placed on the activity check. We are a group with a three day activity limit, and that will not change. This is the second time that I’ve needed to make an admin note on this topic, so from now on, official warnings will be given to those who are consistently breaking the activity rules. Of course, real life happens to all of us, me included. As you all know, I suffer from a mental illness, and even I have days where I simply cannot post. That’s okay. You’re allowed to need a day off. There are days where you’ll only feel like replying to one person for whatever reason. You are allowed to take hiatuses and not give me, or the rest of the group, a reason for it (as long as you let me know that you need the hiatus.) All I ask is that you communicate with me if you need to be off the dash for three or more days or if your activity will be spotty for more than a week, just so I know that you’re not starting a pattern of posting to avoid the activity checks. I appreciate and value all of you and want you to be here. If there’s someone or something on the dash that is making it difficult for you to post or hurting your muse, even if it’s me, a plot, an event, etc. - please come to me. I’ll do my absolute best to help figure out a solution.

On the topic of coming to me with issues, I’ve been approached by a few members with the very valid concern that the pacing of the rp, even given our three day activity limit, has been too fast and is impacting the members’ ability to not only complete threads for the group wide events and plots, but also impacting their ability to complete personal plots. I hear you, I understand, and I’ll be making adjustments to the timing of events and plots going forward to help make sure everyone can tell their stories without feeling rushed. We will always be a group with regular plots and events, and because of our three day activity limit, we move faster than some other groups, but I do want to make sure that everyone has time to complete their threads and that they do not feel pressured to rush things. That’s not fun for anyone, and the point of rping is to have fun! With that being said, please remember that just because there will be more time between big events and plots, that does not mean your activity needs to come to a halt. There’s plenty to write about and tons of personal plots I know all of you have been developing! The point of the slightly slower pace is to ensure you all have time to tell stories, so make sure you’re taking advantage of that!

Additionally, I’ll be doing my best to give you all more information about plots and events beforehand and when they start. Hopefully, this will also help with the pace of the group and give you all an opportunity to tell your role’s story more fully without having to worry about when the next big issue will be dropped in and change everything. It should also help you all work your roles’ personal drama and storylines into the overarching plot.

When volunteering to help with group wide plots, or even just plots with other members, please be mindful of your time restraints and personal limits. Of course, there are some instances were we all believe we will have time to do something and then we realize we don’t. That’s okay. If that happens, please respectfully let the main or, if you’re helping with a specific character’s plot, the mun know so that we can make different plans and adjust. If you volunteer to help with someone’s plot, or if you ask for volunteers with a plot, please make sure you’re communicating with one another so that no one feels stuck or like they’re letting someone down.

I personally think as a group we have done a good job of welcoming new members. I see the effort you all put in to make others feel welcome, and I appreciate it so much. I would love to see this continue. So, remember, even if you don’t love pre-plotting and prefer to jump in and assume connections/go off chemistry instead, make sure you’re answering opens, posting opens, and interacting with new members. We are a small group, so everyone knows everyone, and there’s no reason that your character wouldn’t know someone else on the ship or wouldn’t have some reason to interact with them. if there’s an issue that’s making you feel uncomfortable answering or posting opens or reaching out for plots, please come to the main ASAP so we can figure out a solution!

Wooo, okay that was a lot! Thank you so much for sticking it out and reading the entire post. Remember to give this post a like!

#cs:admin

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my-fanfic-library · 5 years ago

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Hello Count Dracula! Huge fan here of you and your lovely author (Or is it mun? I can't remember what it's called) and after lurking on your page for a while I finally have a question that I hope haven't been answered already or seen as boring. After debunking a few vampire lore with the help of Zoe have you explored anything else? Like drinking holy water or crossing over a running stream? What about garlic? I'm not a fan of it myself but what do you think? Hope to hear from you soon! Love,Brit

Hello my dearest Brit.

Your question is most definitely not a boring as you already said. Debunking vampire lore was definitely something I got up to with Zoe. Holy water - or anything holy for that fact - simply does not bode well for a vampire. I suppose it has something to do with the unholiness of such a being. We tried it on skin first, Zoe did not want to accidentally kill me. It burnt the flesh in an instant, so we stay away from it.

Water was able to be debunked. I’m guessing an old vampire just had a phobia of the water, which lead to the creation of such lore. I can assure you that crossing over a body of water will not prevent me from getting to you anymore.

Garlic was another debunked lore by Van Helsing. Apparently the lore originated in Egypt where is was meant to have healing powers and ward of supernatural evils (such as yours truly), and it grew from there, interestingly enough in Romania. It seems that the herb just has a bad smell (my thoughts on it, anyhow).

If you are interested, we also conducted research into mirrors. It seems that they are much more difficult to understand than once thought.

Thank you for asking, darling 🖤🧛🏻‍♂️ come talk again soon

#it is author!#but if anyone ever wants to yall can also call me sky #Ask DraccyBoi

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futureblessed · 5 years ago

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LIKING THIS POST MEANS:

That you are interested in being a priority, someone willing to dedicate the time and patience to write in-depth and interesting threads that will contribute to ‘blog canon’ ( or as close to it as i’ll ever get )

PRIVILEGES OF BEING A MAIN:

🖤Our muses will grow and develop together 🖤Unless specified, my muse will refer to yours when asked about that character 🖤You can send as many asks, memes and prompts as you want 🖤My DMs and Discord are available to you at any time 🖤If I go inactive, you will be notified first 🖤You will be tagged in art reblogs of our muses 🖤Your threads will be answered first 🖤You will be mentioned in posts for special occasions like holidays 🖤Your opinions will be asked if I’m considering doing something new on the blog 🖤We can even do all kinds of AUs and whatnot! 🖤You will be showered with affection

REQUIREMENTS:

Mains need to be active.

Don’t drag me into drama of any kind. We’re here to have fun together.

Be dedicated to your muse.

Breaks and hiatuses are fine. Life happens, but if I don’t hear word from you for months, I might start looking for a new main.

Make an effort to interact often. Not constantly, just as often as you can.

If you ever want to back out, gently let me know.

Be open and honest with me. If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, tell me so it won’t be hanging between us.

I would like at least one ongoing thread with your muse. You don’t have to reply constantly and it’s okay if you lose muse for it on and off, just as long as I know it’ll continue at some point.

Understand that it’s fine to disagree about an idea, headcanon or plot. We’ll still be tight.

ADDITIONAL THINGS TO NOTE:

You don’t have to make me your main in return if you don’t want to, or if you don’t do that sort of thing, though I would love you forever if you did. <3

You don’t have to make any of my other mains yours. Just be aware that they’re there and may get involved with stuff that we do sometimes.

I’m not in the business of forming exclusive cliques. If I write with another mun that has the same muse as you, you’re already a main so don’t get insecure. I love you.

If more than one of the same muse like this post, I’m going to have to choose. Please don’t take it personally if you don’t get picked. It’s nothing personal and I’ll totally still write with you!

Please don’t like this post if you’re not actually invested. I’ve wanted to go all in with my muse for awhile now and haven’t gotten the chance. I don’t want to keep treading water.

Multi-muses please reply to this post with the muse you wish for me to main.

Regardless of who makes the cut, YOU ARE VALID!

#MAINS CALL

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heartrendcrss · 6 years ago

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favourites + ☕️

send me a topic + ☕️ emoji and i’ll tell my honest opinion about it!

some of y’all never learned the difference between people have friends vs being cliquey and it shows.

having friends doesn’t mean you don’t want more friends, having friends doesn’t mean you won’t write with other people, perhaps learn the difference before you toss around “toxic” as loosely as this community does. thus rendering the word meaningless.

the only time i’m iffy about favorites is when one person is left feeling like oh this person is my favorite and it’s very clear that the other person does not feel the same way that’s when it’s not amazing ( you deserve to be someone’s favorite, and you will be if you keep looking )

#『 she was the queen of mourning : mun. 』#『 blooming at once : ooc. 』#『 the water hears & understands : mun answers. 』#『 the ice does not forgive : mun answers: memes. 』

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bextus-a · 5 years ago

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The Irrevocable: The Story so Far

Act One:

It all starts with a mistake. A line crossed when it shouldn’t have been crossed. Broken trust, broken hearts, broken relationships. It begins with an ache, indescribable, impossible to understand. An anger that can only be conceived by betrayal. It’s grief what marks the beginning, the grief of a God, blinded by a pain He has never felt before. There is nothing quite like the loss of faith, the loss of love, the loss of a support system. Things are supposed to be one way but they turn out completely opposite.

Chuck betrays Adonai. Chuck breaks Adonai’s heart. Chuck takes Adonai’s trust and it crumbles in his hands.

Wrath becomes Him. It always has. An old testament kind of rage, loud for others to hear, for others to see, for others to feel. It shakes the ground and the word Apocalypse falls from mortal lips. The end of the world never felt as real as where everywhere in the world, a storm came by surprise. big clouds of greys and reds, thunder that sent a shiver down your spine. The water flooded the streets, the panic took hold of the masses. The news have the questions, nobody has the answers.

Pray. They say, unaware that God is not listening.

Act Two:

An archangel dies.

No, an archangel gets killed. Murdered by the hands that made him, burnt from the inside. It’s a first in this world, in many other worlds too. Raphael dies with screams that resonate within the Silver City and Heaven weeps, full of fear and full of grief.

This has never happened before. No one thought it plausible, no one saw it coming. They stay on their knees and silence takes hold of every inch of the Holy City. No one knows how to react, no one knows what to do, no one dares to move from their spot.

Michael is the only one that moves, heavy with grief and pain that is palpable, he makes his way to the doors of the throne room, ready to defend it from whomever dares come near. No one asks the questions that need to be asked. Only one other angel moves,Zadkiel’s knees tremble under the weight of it all but they have a responsibility to full-fill so they stand, trembling at Michael’s side.

The angels take a step back and turn a blind eye to their Father’s cruelty.

Act Three:

A God falls. Thrown out of a Heaven that had become a second home. The blinding light on the sky is explainable to all who see it. Only a few Gods understand the severity of it all. Pilli’s heart feels heavy, Theo looks up with a scoff.

Chuck falls through the sky, weak in every form imaginable. The mark of a hand burnt into his chest forever the only clue as to what happened. Amara saves him, sick with worry though she would never admit to it. She hides them both from prying eyes and begins the task of nursing her brother back to health.

In other universes, Chuck’s children feel their Father’s pain resonating within them, making them cry out, scream, quiver in fear. The questions buzz in their minds a million miles per hour. What happened? Where is He? Is He okay? Does this mean War? What do we do? Where do we go?

Some pray to their Father, some start preparing for war, some are crippled by the pain in their chests, making it hard to breathe.

All of them know, something is terribly wrong.

Act four:

On Earth, Uriel feels a pain like an echo. He is fallen so the impact is there nevertheless. He tries to make sense of things by reaching for the one who has not forsaken him fully yet but he is unable to find them. The realisation hits him slowly but surely, the only explanation that makes sense leaves his eyes full of tears and a scream leaves his lips. Raphael is gone. He is dead in a way that no angel has been dead before. Invidia finds him, a mess of tears in the kitchen floor and while he doesn’t comfort him, allows him to grief his loss in private, making sure he is somewhat back to normal before telling him to go home.

Gabriel feels Raphael’s dead the moment it happens. It angers him like nothing has in millennia and for everyone’s sake, remains away from prying eyes. No one needs to know his pain, no one needs to see his anger. His Father has always been a disappointment but this time He crossed a line. Control, however, has always been his virtue.

For Abaddon, the blinding light on the sky above makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. As a demon, the context of it all goes unnoticed but still,fears sets in his heart with ease for this is something that he has never seen before and as powerful as he might be, he knows there are some things that should spook even him.

There is a Lucifer, shattered by the pain of loss. He saw in Adonai a Father; in His angels, his siblings. There was a connection, it was undeniable and so he felt the ache of Raphael’s loss deeply, like a stab wound to the chest. He felt lost, erratic, uncertain of what to do, what to say. There was a fire in him, a rage to disguise the ache of loss. To kill God sounded so appealing, even if part of him knew it impossible. The tears from his eyes tasted of despair.

Act Five:

Chuck wakes up with the ache of His children in his heart. They look for him with pleas and prayers. They are afraid in a way they had never been before and all he wants to do is comfort them.

Amara is quick to agree, she doesn’t want to deal with the mess her brother made, she doesn’t want to go to War. Chuck tries to thank her, she rolls her eyes but accepts the thanks anyway. Chuck leaves to find all his children at once, give them the answers they needed.

Attalia needs assurance, so he gives it to her. Everything will be okay.

Michael needs calmness, so he gives it to him. Stand down, we are okay.

Nissael needs answers, so he gives it to her. I am perfectly fine.

Ividiel needs love, so he gives it to him. It’s alright little dove, you need to be brave.

Shirael needs to see Him, so he gives it to her. She sees him for the first time. It’s okay.

Jophiel needs comfort, she surprises him with a hug. He hugs her back. Tell your siblings I’m okay.

Raphael needs to help, so he gives it to her. He makes her strong again, eases her pain. I don’t know what I would do without you.

Michael needs explanations, so he gives it to him. Preventing a war is priority. I just want you safe.

Lucifer doesn’t need anything from him, so he gives nothing. Perhaps it’s Chuck who needs his son’s reassurance. He kisses to ground himself, to make sure. You are mine.

Act six:

The calm after the storm is filled with tension. The uneasiness is palpable in every corner of the world, through various universes. An event that has been like nothing ever seen or heard by most of them. No one knows how steady is the ground under their feet. Emotions run high, everyone is on edge. Anything could trigger disaster, the drums of war echo deep in some, others are crippled by pain, others breathe rage, some stand just because they have no other choice.

The sense of peace is nothing but an illusion.

Adonai goes to find his angels now and a new chapter begins. Anything is possible and deep down everyone knows to keep their guards up.

Be prepared.

OOC:

Important notes: This drabble is a recollection of almost all the reactions that were posted for this event. While there might be more muses who will eventually come into play, this were the ones I could find. If your muse is not mentioned, I apologise, I tried really hard to get everyone but there are quite a lot of you.

If something is not clear or if it’s wrong, please feel free to send me a message. Also, feel free to reblog this post to your own blogs is you so desire.

* There is a muse mentioned ( Zadkiel ) that you might now know. This is cause the character, for the time being, does not have interactions in dash. Zadkiel is an important character to Adonai’s universe and interactions take place on discord. The mun is unable to be on tumblr ar the moment but they have been part of the universe for a long time and will be participating in this event.

Blogs mentioned in this recap are:

@biigbcss @nogword @scnitatem @bextus @tcnochtitlan @primcrdialchaos @svprnatvral @fciledhim @multixdisaster @tcrniishedcopper @cxitium @samaelnomcre@ofinfiniteuniverses @manyshadowsmanylives @stcrsloved @tcrnishedgrace @unholybcnes

#event: the irrevocable #[ this was A Task but i hope you enjoy ]

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knifeshoeoreofight · 6 years ago

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

(sorry that cover photo is so huge, not sure how that happened)

Zhenya has missed people before. He’s been away from someone he’d been in a relationship with before. Nothing, though, has left a void quite like Sid’s absence has.

The whales’ migration can take up to two months, or more. Magda will stop to feed or socialize, and she’ll slow down if her baby needs to rest. The soonest that humpbacks start showing up in Labrador and Newfoundland is around the month of April. It’s February now.

Zhenya’s saving grace is the sheer amount of work he has to do. He’s got his neglected research to compile and to analyze, and he has to either start planning out his classes for the next term, or start preparing to resign.

He has a little money put away, but not the amount he’d have if he’d had any idea that he was going to be uprooting his entire life.

“What are you going to do?” Flower asks him gently, over the tub of coral samples Zhenya is helping him with. Zhenya just looks at him, unable to answer.

“We’ll ask around,” Letang promises. “See if there are any openings in the Maritimes.”

“What about MUN?” Fleury says, lighting up. “Their marine biology program is great.”

Zhenya knows about Memorial University of Newfoundland. He corresponded with a few of the researchers there before arriving in the Maritimes to begin his own work.

“Don’t know,” he says, shame rising in his throat. “Don’t know if my English good enough for teaching at university level.”

“Mon chum,” Letang says, clapping a hand on his shoulder and giving him a little shake. “You just spent most of a winter teaching a merman, who you had zero words in common with at the onset, how to communicate in American Sign Language, a language that you yourself didn’t even speak before now . I think you can handle teaching some snot-nosed freshmen the difference between their echinoderms and their cnidarians.”

“Okay no,” Geno says, wrinkling his nose. “Those so different—“

Flower cackles. “See? You could do it. People love an accent. It’s been scientifically proven that you listen better to a speaker with a foreign accent. I saw it in an article somewhere.”

“Where? Buzzfeed?” Letang teases, before being sidetracked by the sample he’s working with. “Oh good job mon bébé, polyps out!”

Fleury stifles a laugh. “See, I told you,” he whispers to Zhenya. “You’re within your rights to mock him mercilessly.”

Zhenya watches Letang, dark, sleek head bent over his work. “It’s fine,” he says, and smiles. “I understand.”

Fleury knocks their shoulders together companionably. Comforted, Zhenya gets back to work.

***

They’re finishing up last minute tasks before they start flying out. Letang and Fleury—

He really, really should stop thinking of them that way.

Kris and Marc-Andre.

Kris and Marc-Andre are suffused with excitement about returning home to their families. Zhenya has accidentally turned up in the background of enough Skype calls home that when Veronique calls as Marc-Andre is packing to leave, she greets Zhenya warmly as well.

“You should visit sometime!” she tells him, and Marc-Andre sits upright.

“You should! he exclaims. “You have some time before you, uh, need to be in Labrador. Come stay with us! Stretch out those savings a little bit.”

Zhenya feels relief sweep through him. “Really?”

“Really,” Vero says with a warm smile. “We have a guest room.”

That night, like he does every night, Zhenya checks the satellite data right before he falls asleep, to check where Sid and the whales are. The tags pinged next to each other, right where they should be.

It’s the first night since Sid left that he falls asleep with some measure of peace.

***

After that it’s a whirlwind of packing, changing flight details, and trying to explain to his parents over terrible quality video chat that he’s resigning his tenure track position and moving, jobless, to Canada for the foreseeable future.

His mother is just upset but his father gives him a long, assessing look and asks: “So. What is their name?”

Zhenya is almost relieved. “Sid. His name is Sid.”

His mother closes his eyes at the pronoun. They know about his bisexuality and what it would mean if he ever got serious about a man. He knows how much they love him and yet how worried the political and social climate in Russian make them.

“Does he make you happy?” His mother asks, her voice wobbly.

“So happy, Mama,” Zhenya says. Because it’s true.

It’s all she needs to hear. “Alright. Be happy, baby, and be safe. And send me a picture of this boy, I want to see him.”

He sends her a carefully selected and cropped photo of him and Sid, cut off well before Sid’s waist, his webbed hands hidden and his mouth closed over his sharp canine teeth. Kris had taken it as they sat on the boat, Zhenya with his hands raised as he explained something, Sid gazing at his face with an expression that manages to be focused and warm all at once.

“Oh Zhenya,” his mother texts him after he sends it. “He loves you so much. I can see it so clearly. I’d love to meet him someday.”

“I’d like that too,” Zhenya replies, and hopes it will be possible one day.

***

Most of the time he’s staying with Vero and Marc-Andre he works feverishly on his paper about whale vocalization, just to have it out of the way. The rest of the time, he’s organizing the massive amounts of data they have on Sid, from video footage to field notes to all the teaching materials they’ve amassed.

Marc-Andre helps him whenever he’s free, and Kris comes over often to lend a hand as well. Zhenya feels bad as they hole up in Marc-Andre’s home office, leaving their bemused wives talking in the living room.

“Maybe…” he says to them both. “Maybe it’s okay. To tell Vero and Cath. I know was my idea not to tell, and I’m so thankful you do for me. But maybe won’t hurt, to let them know.”

“Oh thank god,” Marc-Andre cries, and drapes himself dramatically over the table, dislodging about three carefully sorted stacks of paper. “It’s been killing me not to tell her.” He take a deep breath as if to start shouting for his wife but Kris plasters a hand over his mouth.

“For fuck’s sake. Let’s get some basic data together and wait until all the babies are in bed, at least.”

They edit together a Cliff’s Notes string of video clips, and get ready to let the women in on the secret.

***

“So,” Kris says, when they gather in the Letang living room that night. “We, us and Evgeni, have been working on something special. We weren’t sure how much was safe to tell to whom, but. You both obviously deserve to know what’s happened this summer.”

Cath and Vero exchange glances, and then turn back to Kris, standing in front of the TV where they’ve hooked up Zhenya’s laptop.

“We knew something was up,” Cath says. “Just not what.”

“Okay, so.” Kris explains. It started when this guy-” he points the remote he’s holding at Zhenya. “Found some weird noises on his hydrophone recordings, and we invited ourselves over to help investigate.”

“Coral so boring, need distract,” Zhenya says with faux sympathetic understanding.

“Shhhh, you,” Kris continues. “So we took a boat out, put the hydrophones back in. This is what we heard.” He plays the audio. Cath and Vero look at each other, clearly unsettled.

“Just wait,” Kris says, and plays the footage of the first time Zhenya saw Sid.

It’s strange, to see everything unwind on the television, like some kind of film. To hear the stunned gasps of the women, and to imagine what all of this looks like to someone seeing it for the first time.

“Oh my god,” Vero breathes, hand hovering in front of her mouth. Cath’s eyes are wide as saucers.

They’ve got footage from the time they started teaching Sid to the time his ASL was nearly fluent. Like this, Zhenya can also see how Sid looked at him, from the start. With fascination, then with affection, then with something more. He can see the same progression bloom in his own face.

Cath gasps at the next clip, one Marc-Andre or Kris must have taken when Zhenya wasn’t looking. In it, he’s leaning over the side of the boat, and Sid has raised himself in the water to meet him. It’s the pure, naked love in Sid’s eyes that makes Zhenya’s breath catch, and makes him feel like he’s dived deep, water pressure pushing in on his chest.

He doesn’t feel like he deserves that look.

When all the clips are finished playing, the women sit back, stunned and speechless. After a long moment, Vero turns and looks at Zhenya.

“You, and he?” she asks, clearly not sure she should ask.

Zhenya pulls his shell necklace out from under his shirt. “Yes. He’s— yes. We’re.” He can’t finish.

“Ah,” she breathes, and to his surprise, she gets up and comes over to wrap her arms around him.

“That must be hard,” she says, and Zhenya buries his head in her shoulder. She smells of lavender laundry detergent and peach shampoo. He hadn’t known he needed the hug and the acknowledgement of what he’s going through, until this moment.

Vero takes his face in her hands, and behind her Cath gives them a still-slightly-dazed smile. “You’ll be okay,” she tells him. “What happens next?”

***

What happened next, is Zhenya books a ticket to Newfoundland, and keeps watching the satellite feed, and gets used to missing Sid the way humans adapt to any kind of pain.

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