#GAVIN NO STOP BLAMING YOURSELF

[6-atlas-6]

Why do we all collectively never talk about Vega in depth (Imp! or not). Like he's so understanding and patient for no reason. He's genuinely so caring as well even if it's just for specific people

Examples

"I want to see you. Not that name badge you wear. Not that facade you drape yourself in." - getting closer to a sadistic demon

"As if I'd join up in their ranks after their treatment of you, and all the other demon department officers" - under a sadistic demons care

"is that department of yours hellbent on stripping you of everything that makes you a demon? How much else of yourself have you had to abandon to fit in with them? Well, thank you for sharing this true part of yourself with me" - under a sadistic demons care

Let's also talk about how sad he is as a character in general, or at least the potential he has to be a sad character

"You remain the only person in that god forsaken containment facility that expressed anything toward me other than resentment, fear, or disgust." - under a sadistic demons care

Notice how he called Warden a person.

I feel like it's been recognized how incubi (Gavin specifically) are used to not experiencing actual love because they are seen for what they feed off of and nothing else, but Vega is mentioned to be in the exact same situation and barely anyone talks about it.

He mentions multiple times how he's shocked when someone isn't afraid of him or immediately hates him. I feel like it's glossed over because he doesn't seem too upset by it, but if you really pay attention he definitely is. Both of his listeners in the normal universe and in the imperium have one thing in common, and that is that they were both generally unafraid of Vega, and did not hate him right off the bat which seems to be important to Vega and the reason why he liked them in the first place.

ALSO notice how in the imperium and I'm the normal universe Vega gives his listeners an excuse for being with him that both involve blaming him for everything? Even though he (presumably) dislikes being hated by everyone he has no problems with his listeners making him out to be the bad guy in a situation. I don't care what you think about Vega or his relationship with warden, that is caring for someone at its finest.

"I am born of cruelty but that isn't all I am" - this line may have been from the imperium but I think it suits both versions of him so well

‼️ Disclaimer: I am not defending his prior actions but I am begging people to stop characterizing him as just some evil villain when he has so much more depth to him.

[alexiafeyblogpost]

How i met you, daddy! (Alexia AU)

Warning: This is a little retcon with Trucy past in this AU.

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"How can i be so stupid?" was the thought of a young girl as she watched the chaos unfold before her—a chaos she had unwittingly caused.

The lawyer defending her father had just used illegal evidence, something the prosecutor noticed immediately. Now, the lawyer was being accused of forgery.

Maybe you’re wondering: how did things get to this point?

Well, for starters, the trial was against her father, who was accused of possibly murdering her maternal grandfather. That’s why he hired a defense attorney, hoping he could get him out of trouble… even if he did so just a few hours before the trial began.

Phoenix Wright was the name of the attorney who accepted the case, despite having almost no time to prepare. The girl could easily tell that he was very nervous, and she didn’t blame him. This case was extremely important; it concerned the Gramarye family, a world-renowned group of magicians.

Her father, Shadi Enigmar, also known as Zak Gramarye, was the accused in the case. He stood accused of murdering her maternal grandfather and the current head of the Gramarye troupe, Magnifi Gramarye.

The prosecutor, a rookie, was giving Mr. Wright a tough challenge in court. Klavier Gavin was not one to be taken lightly, that was certain.

Though the case wasn’t exactly going WELL, there still seemed to be a chance of victory—until she made a big mistake.

During one of the breaks, a man had asked her to deliver what appeared to be a journal page to the attorney in charge. Being an obedient child, she did as she was asked.

After that, the trial resumed.

At a given moment, Prosecutor Gavin presented Magnifi's journal as evidence, claiming that he hadn’t written in it after his death. Phoenix seemed to feel defeated until he remembered the page she had given him. He analyzed it quickly and concluded that it was the proof he needed to show that Magnifi HAD indeed written after Zak’s visit.

And that’s how they arrived at this moment...

She had just condemned not only her father but also the lawyer, who was innocent of any wrongdoing. And worst of all, the prosecutor had a witness who could testify about the forged evidence. There was nothing more to be done...

No...

She wasn’t going to let things end like this...

She would rectify her mistake—or she would no longer call herself Trucy Enigmar!

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 “Too bad you didn’t think this through before disgracing yourself…” Klavier said arrogantly.

“I see no need for further discussion on this matter,” the Judge declared. “The special witness is dismissed!”

The courtroom fell silent. It seemed there was nothing more to say to clear up this embarrassing situation, but then…

"OBJECTION!!"

After that shout, all eyes turned to the little magician. There was no turning back...

"Stop everything!" she cried, determinedly.

"Trucy!/Ms. Enigmar!" Shadi and Phoenix exclaimed in unison.

"M-Ms. Enigmar! W-What is the meaning of this?" the Judge asked, surprised.

"This witness has not incriminated Mr. Wright in any way!" she cried, summoning all the courage she could.

"OBJECTION!!"

“That’s a bold attempt, fräulein,” Klavier said before exclaiming, “But unfortunately, it won’t make a difference since the witness confirmed the evidence was falsified!”

"OBJECTION!!"

“Shut up, you rock boy!” she exclaimed, irritated, pointing her finger at him. “How did your informant know the evidence was forged, anyway?!”

“What...?” Klavier murmured, taken aback. She scoffed angrily before turning to the Judge.

"Your Honor, this witness only said that the evidence was forged!" she declared confidently. "He did NOT say that Mr. Wright requested it!"

"OBJECTION!!"

“What other reason could someone have to forge evidence for this trial?” Klavier exclaimed.

“Well, to incriminate him with it, duh!” she replied. “And I can prove here and now that Mr. Wright had nothing to do with this evidence! Just give me a chance, Your Honor!”

The Judge fell silent for a few seconds before sighing. “Does the prosecution agree to allow Ms. Enigmar to testify?”

Klavier crossed his arms. “…Ja. The little fräulein has shown great resolve at this moment. I believe she deserves at least a few seconds of our time.”

The Judge nodded. “Very well. Ms. Enigmar, tell this court what you believe proves that Mr. Wright did not forge this evidence.”

Trucy glanced at Phoenix, who looked at her, bewildered. She gave him a thumbs up along with a small smile.

Then she returned her gaze to the front. “Your Honor, the simplest, most straightforward proof that exists to disprove this accusation… is time!”

The courtroom seemed to analyze the little magician’s reasoning. But they were interrupted when Phoenix exclaimed, stunned: “Y-You’re right! There wouldn’t have been time to make this forgery!”

“Mr. Wright.” The Judge addressed the defense, now consisting of both the lawyer and Trucy, who had moved to his side. “Could you elaborate on Ms. Enigmar’s idea?”

“Of course I can, Your Honor!” he replied, crossing his arms. “To create a forgery of this level, it would take at least a few days of work.” He looked at the surprise witness, “Isn’t that right?”

Mr. Misham hesitated a bit before responding. “Y-Yes, it was a process that took a week. I needed the original diary, you see, to make the forgery. First, I needed the extensive handwriting sample I found in the other entries. I needed to match the pen, the ink, and also needed to create the exact same type of paper. Then there’s the matter of perfectly matching the torn pattern of the diary. It’s a very complicated task.”

“…So, you needed access to the actual evidence to produce this forgery?” Trucy asked, thoughtful.

“Yes, dear. Without it, there’d be no way to replicate either the handwriting or the tear pattern accurately. Photographs simply wouldn’t work for that.”

Phoenix smiled confidently. “… Your Honor, I received the case file, including the evidence, only this morning. The diary has been in the prosecution’s exclusive possession since this case was sumitted to trial. It would have been impossible for the defense or anyone else to forge this document…”

“. . . Unless that person had access to the prosecution’s evidence vault.”

That last comment brought all eyes in the courtroom back to the little magician, who was glaring at the prosecutor. He quickly understood what she was insinuating.

“WHAT?!” Klavier exclaimed, shocked. “This is completely unfounded!”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense! This is your first trial, and you wanted to make a great impression! Just look how flashy you are!” she exclaimed, following her train of thought. “It would make sense that you’d do everything possible to defeat a legendary lawyer like Phoenix Wright!”

"OBJECTION!!"

“I have no interest in winning!” Klavier retorted angrily. “My only interest is serving justice!”

“Then tell us who gave you the tip!” Nick exclaimed. “How did they know about the alleged forgery?!”

Klavier looked incredibly nervous, and it was clear to everyone that he was unsure of what to do at that moment… but something seemed to click in his head, making him suddenly serious.

“Herr Wright, fräulein Enigmar…” Klavier said seriously. “You both claimed that only someone with privileged access to the evidence could have committed this forgery, correct?”

Phoenix frowned. “Yes, that’s what we said. What about it?”

Klavier removed his sunglasses, revealing determined and saddened eyes. “The thing is… I was not the only one with that kind of access to the evidence…”

“WHAT?!” Phoenix exclaimed, shocked. Trucy was equally stunned.

“Mr. Enigmar… I believe you mentioned that you hired a defense attorney before Herr Wright, didn’t you?”

Shadi, from the defendant’s seat, responded, “Yes… I didn’t have a good feeling about him, so I fired him and hired young Wright this morning.”

“And could you tell the court the name of that attorney?”

“. . . Your brother, Kristoph Gavin.”

"OBJECTION!!"

“KLAVIER!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” a man, who had just entered the courtroom abruptly, exclaimed. His appearance was very similar to the prosecutor present.

“Speaking of the devil,” Shadi muttered.

"OBJECTION!!"

“I am pursuing the truth, just as you said, brotha!” Klavier replied. “And the truth I just uncovered is that you planned to use this illegal evidence in our encounter, and since I’m your brother, you thought I’d let it slide… It’s disappointing, to say the least…”

"OBJECTION!!"

“You can’t… YOU CAN’T HOLD THIS AGAINST ME!” Kristoph exclaimed, pounding the witness stand, startling Mr. Misham a bit. “I did EVERYTHING to make your career successful. I found legal loopholes to every problem JUST to make things easier for us!” He looked up, fury in his face. “And this is how you repay me?! With disgrace?!”

"OBJECTION!!"

Klavier struck the wall. “Brother, the ONLY thing I want to know is why you obtained this forged evidence, okay?” he exclaimed. “Or else I’ll have to press charges, ja?”

Kristoph looked at him with rage. “This… THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

"OBJECTION!!"

“It isn’t, Mr. Gavin,” Phoenix says, making the blonde attorney turn to look at him. “If we call Mr. Drew Misham back to testify, we can uncover the truth, right?” He crosses his arms, “Let’s do just that, Klavier.”

“That was exactly my next move, Herr Wright,” Klavier agrees. “Your Honor, the prosecution would like to call Drew Misham to the stand once again to testify.”

"OBJECTION!!"

“I won’t allow this, Klavier,” Kristoph says. “You should know better than—”

*Gavel bang*

“Mr. Gavin, please step down from the stand and allow Mr. Misham to take the floor,” orders the Judge.

“Grr… for Christ’s sake…”

After only a few seconds, Misham was back at the witness stand once again.

“Well, Mr. Misham. I believe you’re aware of what we’re going to ask, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes… And yes, I can confirm that Mr. Gavin here… was the one who asked me to forge the document…”

“Hah… in the end, the truth has come to light…” Klavier says, before looking at the defense. “Moments ago, I was asked who tipped me off about this, right?” He crosses his arms, “My brother here was the one who told me about this page. He said Herr Wright would use it in court to cheat… He was trying to make Herr Wright look like a lowly cheat.”

“But now we know the truth! That guy is the biggest cheat of them all!” Trucy exclaims, upset.

Phoenix nods. “And because of that, he now faces charges for evidence tampering, especially in such a high-profile case as this,” he says, smiling. “So, Mr. Gavin, do you have any last words?”

“This… THIS IS RIDICULOUS!” Kristoph says, enraged. “I don’t need this badge… I don’t need my reputation… I don’t need it… I don’t… I DON’T LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Moments after that emotional outburst, Kristoph looked noticeably more worn down, surprisingly so, as minutes earlier he had seemed like royalty.

“You’ve caught me, brother… I was the one who asked Drew Misham to forge the evidence… ALRIGHT?”

"OBJECTION!!"

“Brother, surely you realize that Herr Wright and Fraulein Enigmar helped to bring you down.” Klavier smiles, slightly saddened. “But I’ll take that as a compliment… Goodbye, brother.”

“Oh yes… I’ll be leaving here… but…” Kristoph mutters, tensing everyone in the room. “I’ll take at least one of you with me!”

Out of nowhere, Kristoph pulls out a revolver and points it directly at the defense. Phoenix quickly places Trucy behind him. The jury goes into chaos, and everyone wants to escape. The Judge calls for the bailiffs. Klavier moves from his desk to try to stop his brother.

Kristoph looks around like a cornered animal. But all his attention focuses on one person, who made a noise. Shadi had risen from his seat, intending to go to his daughter.

But the deranged attorney wasn’t going to let that happen… so, aiming his gun, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew from the weapon… striking Shadi in the head, killing him instantly.

“DADDY!!” Trucy screams, held back by Phoenix. She watches as her father’s lifeless body falls to the ground.

Before Kristoph could claim another life, Klavier reached him from behind and tackled him to the floor, restraining him there. He only laughed maniacally, his main reason for doing this… now dead.

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POV Trucy

The trial had to be suspended that day. Kristoph Gavin was taken to prison for forging evidence to distort the Court and for the murder of my father, Shadi Enigmar.

He now faces up to 20 years in prison or the death penalty, as he’s being tried on two counts of serious charges, especially because of the case and the importance of the victim.

But his laugh that day… it was the laugh of a maniac…

…A laugh that will probably hunt me for a very, very long time…

But putting that aside, it seemed there was no need for another day in court. Since it was proven that Dad wasn’t responsible for my grandfather’s death, thanks to the forensics’ discovery of the real page that left my grandfather’s magic rights to my dad. Proving that when my dad left my grandfather’s room, he was still alive.

So the force of justice changed their objective, since if my dad wasn’t the one who killed him, by process of elimination, the only one left was Uncle Valant. But he wasn’t charged with murder either, as he revealed that my grandfather had taken his own life, and he only altered the crime scene to make it look like my dad was guilty, so he’d be arrested and Valant would get the rights to his magic.

…So… there was never a true culprit… only three very proud, but selfish magicians…

…So, even though Dad is now gone, at least his public reputation remains intact…

… But now that I think about it… why would my dad ask me to create a distraction if something went wrong?

...

… What a silly question… I know exactly what the answer is… he was going to leave me behind to fend for myself…

Just as he has done it now with his death…

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General POV

…A few hours later…

These were Trucy’s thoughts as she silently cried. She was sitting on the courthouse steps. No one seemed to pay any attention to the little girl there, as everyone walked by, maybe feeling a bit sorry for her, but doing nothing to help.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard two voices she recognized instantly.

“So, are you retiring as a prosecutor?”

“Ja, I don’t think I can continue down this path after what happened today. So, I think I’ll stick to my music career instead. There isn’t as much… blood in it.”

“Mmm… Alright then. The only thing I can do is wish you luck with that.”

“Same to you, Herr Wright. Until we meet again.”

Trucy watched as the prosecutor, er, ex-prosecutor, quickly got on his motorcycle and rode away. Maybe he didn’t want to stay around any longer. She didn’t blame him. If she could, she would have left too.

“What are you still doing here?” someone asked behind her.

She turned to look. Yes, it was the attorney Phoenix Wright. He looked at her with concern in his gaze. Before she could respond, she sneezed.

“I-I’m… cold, really cold…” Trucy mumbles, trying to warm herself with her cape.

The little girl felt something heavy being placed over her shoulders. She looked down, realizing it was a blue coat, the same one the attorney had. So she figured he had given her his coat to keep her warm.

“Th… thank you…”

“Don’t worry,” the man replies, as he sits beside her. “But, you still haven’t answered my question. What are you still doing here? Isn’t anyone coming to see you?”

She slowly shook her head. Small tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. “The only people I had… are gone forever…”

Phoenix remained silent for a few seconds, before looking around for a few more moments. After his inspection, he returned his attention to the little girl.

“L-Look, Trucy… if you’d like, you can come to my apartment to rest for today,” Phoenix suggests. “Tomorrow we can look for somewhere for you to stay, alright?”

Trucy remained silent, but nodded.

She felt herself being lifted by the attorney, and she had no energy to protest about him carrying her like a baby, so she simply rested her head on the man’s chest and closed her eyes… she was very tired.

Phoenix planned to take a taxi, but he suddenly saw a red sports car parked in front of him. When the window rolled down, he saw his best male friend, Miles Edgeworth.

“Hey, Edgeworth.”

“Get in. I want to know what happened.” He glances down at Phoenix’s arms, “…Why are you holding that little girl?”

The attorney, not wasting any time, got into the car. “It’s… a long story.”

Miles nodded, accepting the response. “Alright, you can tell me while I take you to the orphanage.”

“That won’t be necessary, just take me to my apartment.”

Miles raised an eyebrow, looking at him.

Phoenix sighed. “She’s… very tired and stressed with everything that happened today. I just don’t think it’s right to take her to an orphanage in her current state, you know?”

The prosecutor shook his head, with a slight smile. “Yes, sure, and then you’ll end up adopting her, just like you did with Alexia Fey, Miss Maya Fey, and her cousin, Pearl Fey, right?”

“First, I haven’t adopted them, or at least not Alexia yet. And second, you talk as if I adopt every orphaned child that crosses my path,” he adjusts Trucy, “which I don’t do.”

Miles glanced at him sideways. “Whatever you say, Wright. Whatever you say.”

And so, they left the courthouse for that day. A day that all those present would need time to rest and fully process.

[honeyflies05]

WEEWOO WEEWOOO [baby crying] MY LEG! [screaming]

“hello 9-1-1 what is your emergency?”

ANYWAYS WE’RE BAKC BABIEEEE!!

(shameless plus for my twitter @/honeyflies05 go follow me over there I’m more active)

HELLO!!!!!!

MADDIE NO

why is she being so nice??🤨

she’s dying

I’m calling it

WHO CAME

who are you??

“WHICH ONE” AHHHHH

this hurts!

EDDIE DO MORE DIAZ!!!!!

oh SHIII we’re starting right away okay!!

THIS GUY!

ALRIGHT COWBOY

MADDIE’S A NURSE! check on my bingo card

the camera’s shaking I’m calling that as wacky camera work

eVaN

GAVIN MCHUGH!!!!!

it’s THE shirt

they showed their attention to buck and not Daniel ooooooo

“I’m not a firefighter?” SCREAMING

he has a couch???🤨🤨🤨

THE TSUNAMI???? THE TSUNAMI!!!!

he’s a science teacher I’m calling it

if I see Doug-

WACKY CAMERA WORK! ITS GETTING SCRATCHED OFF

no,,,

PUNCH HIM

ugh ad breaks sUCK

i wanna know where the “THIS GUY” came from because it was SO FUNNY in the clip

i stopped working on my science project because of this show

down horrendously bad

seeing Doug: BOMBASTIC side eye

hello real world!!

“oh my god, Evan” SHUT UP!!!! SHUT!!! UP!!!!!

chim blames himself✅

buck looks so confused andichdhdhs

DANIEL HATES HIM TOO WOOOOOOO

if buck doesn’t punch him in this episode I will

all of these flashbacks to my favorite episodes WOOOHOOOOO

“since when do gurneys have fingers” EJDIFJDSAAAAAAAAAA

Daniel is so mid oh my godddd💀

“who are you” SCREAMING

this wacky camera work!! camera person

ARE WE GONNA LEARN

DAMMIT

coma dream! roll credits!!

“figure something out” I KNOW WHAT HE HAS TO DO!

buck don’t kill yourself

“you’re not married… you really should be!”

DID BOBBY DIE

NAUUURRRRRR

IS THIS WHERE HE CODES????

CHIMNEY NOOOOO

where is Eddie

where is chris

where are my people

ATHENA!!

oh shi real world

of course bobby would blame himself

bobby nash and athena grant-nash are Buck’s parents

“he has to be” oh this is so ao3

HEN!!!!

respiratory failure! woohoo

THE MUSIC

ECMO

aLBERT!!!!

bobby with the rosary😭😭😭😭😭😭

chim judging the buckley’s yayyyyy

EDDIE!!!!

NOT THE PLANE CRASH

“the crazy just sucks you in!”

EDDIE DIAZ!!!!

….chris….

NAUUURRR

NOT THE DIAZ PARENTS

cHRIS

this is our first Carla appearance in a while

“can he hear me” THAT MAKES ME WANNA CRY

“YOURE GONNA BE OKAY” IM GONNA SOB

“you have to come back” I understand why Aisha cried

hen figuring out the coma dream >>>

BOBBY!!

the ambulance still being there😭😭

damn doesn’t the 118 have other patients???

MAY SAYING BUCK IS BOBBY’S SON IM GONNA CRY

buck being so stubborn that may says he’s gonna be okay💀

Buckley parents make me mad

the plane!!!

WHO IS THAT RUNNING

running in nightmares be like:

,,,Bobby??

I’m actually so confused

IF MY SISTER don’t SHUT UP IM TRYING TO WATCH A SHOW

please HIS HOSPITAL ROOM???

“ooo I busted out the rosary must be serious!” I AM SO UNSERIOUS RN

yeah ur parents are nice to you but your entire life is messed up

IM ABOUT TO THROW MY PHONE SHUT UP MY SISTER!!!!!

if I miss smth it’s because of her loud ass mouth

how do we only have 20 minutes left so much needs to happen

we only got started!!!

i need to see Eddie break down

bobby and athena are so Buck’s parents

FULL NAME ATHENA IS MAD

athena will get this kid to wake up by sheer WILL AND DETERMINATION U GO MOTHER

#angelabassetdeservedtheoscar

HIM BEING ABLE TO HEAR ATHENA’S VOICE IM GONNA CRY

“I fixed you!” WHAT IF I COMMIT DIE RN

BUCK COLLAPSING IN THE TSUNAMI EPISODE SKDICHXHZHAAAAA

“so basically you were buck!” IM CRYING

IS THIS FIX YOU BY COLDPLAY????

IT IS.

“boy am I gonna feel guilty about that one” WHAT IF I CRY

“where do you think you’re going??!!”

“home.” I AM SO!!!

if they get Eddie to try to keep him by saying “I love you” you will never hear from me again

THE CUTOFF OF FIX YOU BY COLDPLAY SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i have an unreal attachment to that song yall have nO IDEA

where!! is!! eddie!!

i need Eddie to give me something to break down about

THEYRE PULLING THE PLUG???

if they really were Bobby would be there

DANIEL BLAMING HIM?? JESUS

EVAN BREATHE EVAN

buck in scrubs,,,,

FIX YOU COMING BACK!!!!

HEY THE HATCHET!!

THE BREATH

YEAAAAAAAAA

TO FIX YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY DIDNT SHOW US HIM WAKING UP!???

he stays with Eddie!!

CHRIS!!!

“I never made it inside the classroom… which kinda tracks” WHAT IF I CRY

hen being exactly the same >>>>

chim having his emotional moment >>

“let’s get you set up on the couch!” AAAAAAAAAAAAA

i don’t like the Buckley parents being so insufferable

OOOO BOBBY CENTRIC EPISODE NEXT MONDAY???

farmer wants a wife YEEHAWWW🤠

[hellceo]

THE SCUFFLE IS, OF COURSE, KIND OF ONE-SIDED; could Crowley end it swiftly? Of course he could; he's got powers that go far, far beyond the mortal. But he won't, not to Gavin, which is — probably a remarkable point of growth, really. Either way, the scuffle takes him a bit by surprise and, honestly, Gavin's been far wilier than he ever since he was a boy.

He protests, because of course he does, but he shuts up the second that Gavin actually focuses in on it. His mouth thins, and he watches him closely, carefully.

The phone's slung back into the couch; he ignores it, instead shoving himself up and stalking 'round the other end of the couch. " No, no, no. Don't you even start — this was not your fault. All you being there would have done was made sure that the both of you died, do you understand me? "

Of course, that's little reassurance. He knows it well. Not long ago, that pain would have seemed — senseless, remote. A human thing he was above, but now —

The grief crawling across Gavin's face that he's trying so hard to choke down? That worms somewhere painful and deep, and for possibly the first time regret truly grips him hard and fast and doesn't let go. " Because we can't change the past. We brought you here. You were going to die. You, Gavin, you know that. Everything that happened then still happens now, with the exception that you are not with them. You, her, you would have both been on the bloody ship —— "

He stops himself, a grimace working across his features — and then, a bit on impulse, he sighs and grabs Gavin by the scruff of his shirt, and he hauls him over much like he did when he was tiny. Hauls him in, hugs him tight, for probably the first time in his entire damn adult life. " Blame bloody Abaddon. Blame — blame the damn Winchesters. Blame me. But don't you fucking blame yourself. That, my boy, is a bloody nasty road to go down. "

GAVIN WAS ALREADY ON EDGE, practically snapping at the bit to know Fiona's fate. Crowley's reaction to whatever it was on his phone only served to push his anxiety over the edge. "What may not be true? What did you find out?" His fathers attempts to placate him with "double-checking" and "nothing is certain" did nothing but agitate him further. If it were good, or even typical, surely Crowley wouldn't be acting so cagey. This could only mean the worst had happened. But what. What was it?

He lunged forward in a scatter of limbs. Despite his father's vessel being significantly larger than Fergus he was no match for Gavin. The short lived scuffle ended with half his body tilted over the couch, one forearm pressed against Crowley's chest while his other hand snatched the phone out of his hands.

The phone fumbled in his hand as he jerked back but he managed to hold on to it. He retreated back to the end of the couch before shifting his attention to the prize in hand.

"Oh." He read the text again. Hoping. Praying. Pleading for it not to be true. "No."

Over the course of his life Gavin had been beaten, starved, abandoned, and ridiculed more times than he cared to count. And he would have gladly been afflicted with it all again if it meant Fiona hadn't gone on that damned ship.

He leaned back onto the frame of the couch, allowing it to support his full weight. Without looking at him, Gavin tossed the phone back in Crowley's direction. His jaw was clenched so hard it began to ache and he turned his head, biting the inside of his cheek as his chin quivered. It was no use as his voice cracked under the weight of his grief, "I don't--" His chest heaved, "Why would she--" He leaned forward, fingers curling tightly around the edge to keep himself steadied. "Lord almighty, I got her killed."

[all-things-mlqc]

Hi I love reading your answers for Gavin background story!!! Tbh I don't really play the game as it's expensive af but I'm really really invested with the premise of the game and the storyline so I read a lot. If you don't mind me asking, since I don't really play the game, do you mind telling me about the dialogue "I'm gonna call the police" then Gavin covered mc's mouth and said "I'm the police" is it from main chapters or one of Gavin's date? Thanks!

Hey there! Thank you so much ❤️ The game can be very very expensive if you want a lot of karmas so I completely get that. I’ve spent more than I should’ve on this game tbh but the stories are so good and every little piece of information you have helps with the main story as well so I’ve let it slide 👉🏻👈🏻 I know, I’m awful.

The scene you are speaking of is from Gavin’s Starry Date, the very first date I did in the game actually. Here’s a quick summary of the entire date for you~

MC had an important shoot in the morning that covered women’s safety so she intended to ask Gavin about the topic, knowing he knows many different self defense methods/techniques. However, Gavin hadn’t responded to any texts or calls the past few days due to being on a mission so MC eventually gave up. It was only the night before the shoot when Gavin called to see if she was awake. When MC answered, he told her he was in the front of her building and to meet him downstairs. After meeting up with Gavin, she asked what needed but he turned the question around on her since she had tried contacting him so many times the past few days. MC responded, telling him it was about a shoot she had but they already solved the problem. Upon hearing this, he figured everything was ok and handed her a helmet, telling her to get on sparky go vrooooom.

He took her to a mountain where the stars were brilliantly visible in the night sky. He said she had mentioned wanting to go star gazing at this mountain before so he planned this little field trip for after he got back from his mission. Being a hobby of Gavin’s, he pointed out a few stars and planets and talked about their alignments. He then pointed out Jupiter and said, “You know, no matter how far apart they are, Jupiter always shows up at a set time right next to the moon, standing guard over her”. Gavin then took MCs hand and jumped into the air, lifting off the ground with his evol. Of course this scared the heck out of MC at first since it was unexpected but as soon as they slowed down and hovered in the air, she looked around, amazed at how close the stars seemed. She thanked him for showing her such a beautiful sight, only then realizing how high up they were. Concerned, MC questioned if it was really safe. Gavin, being the cute tease he is, let go of her with one of his hands, causing her to lose balance. Gavin then raised his hand, effortlessly whipping up a gust of wind to steady MC. He held her close telling her, “Just trust me. I’m your Jupiter” thank you imma go cry now.

Landing back on the mountain, MC mentioned the shoot she had in the morning so Gavin asked what it was about. Since this is the part you were curious about, I’ll go ahead and write out exactly what it says in the date for you ;)

MC: The show’s gonna start tomorrow. I feel well-prepared, but I’m still a little unsure...

Gavin: Oh yeah? So what is it about?

MC: Women’s safety. You know, like how women can prevent putting themselves in danger.

Gavin: Tell me about it.

MC: Like avoiding being out at late night or going to somewhere remote...

MC: And don’t go anywhere with strangers, even if they’re old or children or pregnant, ‘cause maybe they’re not what they seem...

As I talked, Gavin suddenly covered my mouth and even pinned both of my hands behind me before I could even react.

MC: (Struggling) ...Mmmpphh...

It seemed like he wasn’t going to let me go. Gavin kept my hands pinned iron-tight behind my body. As I struggled to free my arms, Gavin took his one hand off my mouth, using both hands to keep my arms locked up.

MC: Let go of me... I’ll call the police...

Gavin: ... I am the police damn right you are, now arrest me

MC: ...!!

The harder I struggled, the more forcefully Gavin applied pressure.

What the hell is happening? Am I dreaming? What is he trying to do...

When I was about to burst into tears, Gavin let go of me.

Gavin: ... You would’ve been in danger just now if I were a bad guy.

MC: ...What the!

Gavin turned over and lay beside me.

Gavin: People always let their guard down around people they’re familiar with, and often that’s when danger strikes...

Gavin looked at me and winked. That panic-stricken feeling instantly melted away.

MC: ...Why didn’t you just say that? You didn’t have to...

Gavin plucked a leaf from off my head.

Gavin: I wanted it to sink in.

MC: ...You really freaked me out!

Gavin: Good, you’ll be on your guard then. Remember, stay by my side and no one can ever hurt you.

Gavin’s eyes glittered just like the stars above us. I lost myself in those eyes, and the moment was frozen in time...

And that’s it! I think it’s also important to mention that this was a date that was available from day one, meaning that the date took place before most of the main story. That’s why MC was so startled and afraid. Knowing Gavin now, she would’ve known something was up and would probably put her full trust into him since he’s constantly putting her before himself. But since she didn’t know him near as much as she knows him now, I don’t blame her for being startled. Lord I probably would’ve kicked him in the balls if he tried this shit on me before getting to know him more.

Anywho, hope this answered any questions you had about the date and scene you mentioned! This is still one of my favorite dates because of the whole “Jupiter” thing. I’ve had his contact name as Jupiter since they won’t let me type more 8 characters so rip My Jupiter since day one and I don’t think I could ever change it.

[haru-luo]

[Translation] Gavin’s Mini House Exclusive memories Lv. 40~ <You Fill My Starry Sky>

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for stories of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are ALREADY released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.

Just a note~ : This exclusive memories is already available in Eng Server but you see, my fondness level is just 10 (ಥ_ಥ) in mlqc {I check in mini house like twice a month-} so curiosity got the best of me and went to translate this last level-40 story. I might even release Kiro’s one later, I went on a full translation marathon because I was unusually free today. Skip this if you would rather see the story for yourself or just click “keep reading” if you don’t know what “waiting” means, like me.

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

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If you see any “---” sign then it simply indicates change of scenes in the place.

{You fill my starry sky}

Preview : “At that moment, his embrace was the only thing I could rely on, expelling all my coldness and anxiety..."

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The first crescent moon hung in the dark ink-like night sky and star-studding with cool breeze.

Gavin and I were sitting on the balcony with two astronomical telescopes in front of us.

Gavin : "Now turn the screw on the finder mirror to adjust the distance."

I carefully turned the screw on the finderscope for the fifth time but my vision was still blurred.

I looked up from behind the telescope to see Gavin beside me and shook my head discouragingly. 

MC : "It still doesn't work."

Gavin : "Let me."

As soon as the voice fell, Gavin had already stood behind me. He leaned down and opened his arms, embraced me and helped me set up the telescope.

He looked at the sky and the space from the telescope earnestly and the moonlight passed over his profile, leaving a string of starlight on his lower collar.

I couldn't see his expression but I felt warmth radiating from him.

After a while, he moved away from behind the telescope. But before he could speak, both of us were a little stunned.

I realized how close we were, so close that I could clearly feel his breathing and could hear the beating of his heart.

Gavin : "Ahem, it's fine now. Give it a try."

I hurriedly turned to the telescope, trying to bury my flushed face behind the lens like a small bird.

Gavin : "Can you see it now?"

MC : "Y-yeah. I can see it now..."

After a dazzling white light, a slightly turbulent lunar crate slowly emerged.

The mottled surface is like being dotted with light scattered sporadically. Occasionally like lights, occasionally like stars.

MC : "It's so beautiful..."

Gavin : "When I saw it for the first time, I was stunned too."

He looked into the distance, his eyes were clear and bright without any impurities. As if they were the stars falling from the sky.

MC : "I've only seen it in the pictures until now so, I didn't expect that seeing through a telescope with my own eyes would create such a different mood."

Gavin : "Seeing it with your own eyes is indeed different than hearing a retelling by someone else."

MC : "Can we watch the starry sky together often in the future too?"

Gavin : "Sure. But--"

He turned his head from looking at the starry sky and stretched out his hand to me.

Gavin : "It's been a long time since we walked in the starry sky. Do you want to go now?"

I hadn't reacted yet but my hand accidentally touched the palm of his outstretched hand towards me.

The next second, he hugged me and flew out of the small balcony.

The night breeze brushed my ears, bringing a bit of coolness. Gavin's embrace was warm and powerful and the temperature that belonged to him spread to my whole body expelling all the cold.

Surrounded by countless of stars and condensed into a dazzling sea of stars, it seemed to be more onerous than any gorgeous love in the world. ----- The next day.

Today, we are going to record the show. It was originally scheduled to be finished at 6pm but due to the continuous problems of the recording site, the recording was not finished until 10pm.

When I looked at my phone's lock screen, I realized that it was half past eleven already.

MC : "Oh no! Gavin must be very worried!"

I quickly tried to unlock the phone, only to find that the phone's battery was dead.

I hurriedly packed my things, intending to rush back as quickly as possible.

Gavin : "Slow down. Don't worry."

MC : "Gavin?"

Gavin stood in front of my eyes, bent down and sorted out my messy things one by one. He picked up my backpack in one hand and held my hand in the other.

He glanced at me twice, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes as if he wanted to say something but stopped again, just holding my hand tightly.

Gavin : "Let's go." ----- The street lights are dim and only my figure and Gavin's are stretched out and reflected on the street.

The night breeze was cold but his hands were warm.

MC : "Why....are you here?"

Gavin : "You were too late in coming home and the phone didn't get through."

MC : "Sorry, the shooting progress was a bit slow today. How long have you been waiting?"

Gavin : "It wasn't that long."

I raised my eyes to look at his calm face, my heart stagnated and distressed emotions overflowed.

MC : "Will you instead wait for me at home from next time?"

Gavin : "No, I'm worried about you."

Gavin : "Your face doesn't look so well and your hands are very hot."

MC : "Ah? Is it? May-Maybe it's because I stayed for too long inside, the air feels a bit stiff."

My voice getting smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

I did feel uncomfortable when I woke up in the morning but Gavin was absent. I couldn't find the medicine box even after searching for a while so, I thought about buying it on my way to work but I still forgot anyways...

Another night breeze blew and my body was trembling with slightest coldness. Gavin frowned and took off his coat to wrap me in it. He held me in his arms and comforted me.

Gavin : "We're almost home." ----- The following night, I had a high fever just as I predicted.

Probably because of my fever, my entire mind was in chaos and my body felt too heavy to move.

In a daze, Gavin fed me the medicine and kept changing the towels that quickly became hot.

I couldn't even open my eyes, I could only feel his panicking figure walking back and forth.

Perhaps, when you're sick, one becomes particularly vulnerable so even if you're very embarrassed, you can't help but hope that your most important person can be by your side.

After Gavin changed the towel again, I searched his hand vigorously like a last straw, preventing him from leaving even a step.

He reached out and touched my face with a gentle expression.

Gavin : "I'll change the water in the basin and be back soon."

I refused to let go. I wanted to open my mouth to say something but found that my throat seemed to be blocked by a foreign body. There was pain but I couldn't make a sound so, I just grabbed him tightly.

Gavin : "Okay, I'm not leaving."

Maybe he felt my persistence, he took my hand into his palm, leaned on the bedside and hugged me into his arms.

The familiar breath came to my face but maybe it was because of the fever, I felt that he had a hint of coolness at this moment.

Gavin : "Sorry, I didn't take care of you properly."

Gavin : "I shouldn't have taken you to fly in the night sky last night. I should've prepared medicine for you today."

He stroked my head apologetically and dropped a deep kiss on the top of my hair.

Gavin : [*kiss*(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄]  "I won't do it again."

I searched for him more closely, an inexplicable emotion gushed from the bottom of my heart to the corner of my eyes and I couldn't stop it.

I desperately squeezed those words out of my vocal chords, slightly hoarse but hoped it to be conveyed clearly.

MC : "You are my medicine."

As long as you are by my side, I'm not afraid of any illnesses and injuries.

I don't know if Gavin heard it but the arms holding me tightened again.

I just leaned onto his arms and fell asleep.

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Exclusive Memories-5 collected~

[randoimago]

I just had a peep at your fandoms list, and I saw DBH has been added! I'm so excited! Could I requests some headcanons with Connor, Gavin and Markus? Where their s/o is seemingly human (and the reader thinks so too), but maybe gets injured in a skirmish and bleeds blue? And it's kinda like a ??? situation, just really confused and scared s/o.

S/O Believing to be Human and Finding Out They’re Not

FANDOM: Detroit: Become Human

Character(s): Connor, Gavin Reed, Markus

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 445

Note(s): Yeah I loved the game when it originally came out and I’ve been getting back into it recently. I’m happy to do this for you!

Connor

Connor felt like something was off when you told him that you were human due to him mistaking you for an android. 

He’s been trained to hunt for deviants so he thought that perhaps you were one at first but you weren’t lying when you told him that you aren’t. At least, you fully believed that you were telling the truth.

Then an accident happened. It was a case and the suspect took a shot. Connor’s “heart” stopped when he saw that you were shot but it didn’t seem to stop you. You did feel the affects of pain, but you bled blue.

Connor absolutely asked you about that, but you were just as shocked as he is. He promises that you’ll both find someone to talk to, figure out what happened. For now, just stay with him. You’re still you.

Gavin

I mean, Gavin is always suspicious of androids with how they look like people. But he saw you and he knows that he hadn’t seen any android model that looked like you so he didn’t care.

He always viewed you as human and treated you as such. 

Then an incident happened while on a case and he saw you bleed. Except you weren’t bleeding red. It was blue and he felt like he was hit by a truck. Definitely starts yelling and accusing you and asking where his “real” S/O is.

It’ll take a long, long time before he is able to sit down and actually talk to you calmly. He’s just so frantic and scared because he fully believes that his S/O had been replaced or that you’d lied to him this whole time. He gives you one shot at explaining so please convince him.

Markus

Markus does know quite a few good humans so you introducing yourself as human wouldn’t really cause him to question it. Of course the others (North) are suspicious with the nice human, but Markus waves them off.

When you two start dating, there’s definitely a lot of questioning from North because it feels too suspicious. Markus can’t exactly blame her with all the stuff humans had put her through, but he is happy with you and knows you’d never lie to him.

And then you end up getting hurt. Thankfully it’s just when it’s the two of you, but still. You start to bleed blue and Markus doesn’t know what to think. But he looks at you and he knows that you also don’t know what happened.

He promises you that this changes nothing and you’ll find out, if you wish, what had truly happened to you. Why you were made to believe you’re human.

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - Your son isn’t cute at all

Original title: 儿子一点都不可爱

Original author: 君兮耶君兮 (jun xi ye jun xi)

[ VICTOR ]

You’re certain that the strength of Victor’s genes resulted in that little guy at home being an exact replica of him. Even Victor can’t deny that your son resembles him greatly in terms of appearance.

However, this doesn’t mean he acknowledges the resemblance of their personalities. At the very least, he feels that he wasn’t as studious during his childhood years.

Furthermore, Victor has half-jokingly pointed out that your son’s dislike for exercise is exactly the same as his mother’s.

“Victor, your son is bullying me again!” 

Although your opponent is a little brat, you’re still unable to win. In this short round of Go, your white pieces have more or less been “eaten” by your son’s black pieces.

“Dummy. Don’t blame your son if your skills can’t match up to his.” Victor sets down the documents in his hand, walking over to observe.

Is this something he should be saying in front of the kid!? What about your dignity as a mother? 

You turn around with a glare. “You were the one who taught me how to play Go. My teacher didn’t teach me properly!”

In the past, you’d typically respond to Victor’s remarks with a stubborn retort. Nowadays, you simply toss the bucket to someone else.

“If you make that move, you’d be sending yourself straight to a loss,” Victor comments, seeing that you’re once again putting a white piece where it’d definitely be “eaten”.

“Who says that I’m making that move?” You flick your wrist, salvaging the fate of the white piece, along with your pride. With a dignified air, you continue. “A true gentleman keeps silent while watching a game.”

“Mom, putting your piece here isn’t any different from the other spot.” Your son notes expressionlessly. With a thud of his black piece, he is only one move away from “eating” your white piece.

“...”

Despite the truth in his words, being ridiculed by your son truly upsets you. “We’ll continue. What happened earlier was a tiny mistake.”

In the following rounds, your white pieces grow sparse on the board while Victor observes the mother-son battle calmly. Or rather, watching as you get obliterated by your son.

Wanting to prolong the competition despite the lack of prospects, you courageously seek Victor’s assistance. “Hubby, help me out!”

Ignoring his son’s awkward expression, Victor rubs your head in a comforting manner. Picking up a piece and placing it onto the board, he instantly rescues several white pieces from a tragic ending. “Next time, give your Mom a chance. You need to give some confidence to opponents who are weaker than you.”

Your son nods in half-understanding.

“...”

Victor, don’t think I can’t tell that you’re calling me a noob!

[ GAVIN ]

Just as you wished, you had a son. However, there are times when you really think your son isn’t cute at all!

Your son watches you sternly, hands on his hips.

“Mommy, Dad said that you can’t eat ice-cream these days.”

“Be good. If you don’t say anything, your dad won’t find out. Also, I’m not the only one eating. You can have one too~” You attempt to bribe the little fellow who is utterly loyal to Gavin.

He rejects your suggestion decisively. “No way. Dad will get angry.”

This so-called anger is simply Gavin displaying a cold expression momentarily. Away from his son’s gaze, you’d play coy and Gavin would release a sigh of resignation before gently reminding you not to commit this offence again. To you, this isn’t a deterrence factor at all.

Since your son can’t find out about this little secret, you huff while returning the ice-cream into the fridge. Then, you grab a bag of spicy sticks from the snack basket.

Before your fingers touch the jagged edges of the opening, your son stops you.

“Mom, no spicy sticks either.” 

“...”

It truly isn't a good feeling to be ordered around by a child. 

Bored out of your wits, you bury yourself in the sofa, watching as your son stuffs the packet of spicy sticks back into the snack basket. “What other things did your dad prohibit?”

Your son tilts his head as he recalls. “Aside from ice-cream, mala soup, snacks, fried chicken, there’s nothing else.”

“...”

And he called that “nothing”!?

With the loss of snacks, you feel like your entire life has turned dim and gloomy. You get up coldly before walking into the bedroom listlessly. “I’ll take a nap. When your dad gets back, tell him to face the corner and stay there.”

Your son obediently agrees.

Close to dinnertime, your honourable husband returns home. Even before he removes his shoes, his son calls out to him. “Mom asked you to stand at the corner.” The little rascal gloats slightly.

“???”

Gavin is left dumbfounded, and has no idea what he did to anger you. “Where is she?”

“She’s asleep.”

After standing at the corner for ten minutes, there’s no stirring from the bedroom. Gavin pokes his son, who is sitting at the entrance and reading a book. “Go and check if your mom has woken up.”

“Nope.” Your son refuses instantly.

“Why not?”

“Mom said that if I supervise you until she wakes up herself, she’d buy me the latest model aeroplane.” The little child’s eyes brim with anticipation at the thought of the new toy.

“...”

So he abandoned his father for a new model aeroplane?

[ LUCIEN ]

“Mom, do you really not know how to do this question? Dad said that this question is very simple.” Your son looks up with a frown, only to see your frustrated expression as you rip up a sheet of rough paper.

“...don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense.”

The way Professor Lucien defines the word “simple” is completely different from ordinary people, all right?!

“Dad won’t lie to me. Mom can’t do it because she’s too stupid!”

Ever since the little fellow followed Lucien to the research centre, his admiration for his father has risen by another degree.

Having your self-esteem trampled upon, you toss the pen aside. “Why don’t you ask your dad then? I’m done with this!” 

Isn’t making cream puffs more enjoyable than solving problems? Why should you continue torturing yourself?

“...”

The little rascal pinches the booklet and heads into the study room. “Dad, I think I made Mom angry.”

“What happened?” You rarely lose your temper in front of the child.

His son shows him the question in the booklet. “Mom couldn’t solve it, so I called her stupid.”

“Apologise to your mother!” Lucien thinks that aside from him, nobody else can bully his Little Miss. Not even his son.

“Okay.” Your son responds obediently before going downstairs.

By the time Lucien finishes his work and heads into the kitchen, he spots you stuffing a cream puff into your son’s mouth. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Next time, just ask your dad directly if you have any math questions.”

“All right.” The little rascal’s puffy cheeks resemble a hamster’s. When he sees Lucien arriving, he returns to his room to read books, giving the both of you space.

Amused by the mother-son interaction, Lucien waits till his son leaves before entering the kitchen and reaching out for a cream puff. Before he can even touch one, you whack his hand away.

“Hm? It seems that my wife is angry with me too?” Lucien wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Even though he’s exerting very little force, you're still unable to free yourself.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t do a question which, according to Professor Lucien, is very simple.” While he continues hugging you, you transfer the cream puffs from the baking tray onto a small plate. 

“That’s okay. Having one adult who can teach him is enough.”

You pout. “Your son called me stupid earlier.”

“Nonsense.” Lucien gives you a tap on the head. “My wife is the smartest. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken so long for me to win you over.”

Lucien’s sweet nothings are becoming smoother and smoother. Pushing him away with your elbow, you pick up the small plate. “Go and give the cream puffs to our son.”

Initially thinking that the plate was meant for him, Lucien is stunned momentarily. His son had a cream puff personally fed to him, while he hasn’t even managed to touch a cream puff. “What about mine?”

You release an icy “hmph”.

“Considering Professor Lucien’s high IQ, I’m sure he can make them himself. I want to give these to my son, who is also unable to solve that problem.”

“...”

Why does he have to bear the consequences when his son was the one who angered you?

[ KIRO ]

“I’m back~” 

You’ve just returned from a business trip which swept you overseas for close to a month, and it’s been a long time since you saw the two suns in your home.

“Mommy! Welcome home!”

“Miss Chips! Welcome home!”

The father-son duo exclaim unanimously, rushing over to the door with their similar faces and equally dazzling golden hair.

Your adorable son stumbles over to you, and you respond by squatting down and stretching your hands to give him a full hug. The little fellow tightens his grip around your neck to express his joy and how much he missed you.

Apple Box leaps around beside you to convey his welcome, and you can’t help but reach out to give him a pat on his fluffy head. In the time you weren’t around, he had put on quite a bit of weight.

The small entrance hall brims with a warm atmosphere... aside from Kiro.

At this moment, Kiro feels that his position in the home has deteriorated, and he shoots a killer glare towards your coquettish son and Apple Box, who weren’t sidelined by you.

“Miss Chips, did you not miss me... QAQ”

Despite the passage of time, Kiro, who has even become a father, seems to have become more childish.

You purse your lips. “Who said so? I missed you very much.”

“But you hugged him first and even patted Apple Box. You didn’t give me a hug.” The more he talks about it, the more insignificant he feels.

“Dad, you’re so heavy. Mom won’t be able to carry you.” Your son rubs salt into his wound.

Sure enough, Kiro gets offended by this. With a darkened expression, he pulls his son away from your arms, lifting him into the air. “Say that again!”

The little rascal struggles for a while before escaping from his grasp, then buries himself into your arms again. “Mommy, I drew you a picture!” With this, he sends Kiro a competitive glance.

Amused by the usual competition between father and son, you feed off your son’s excitement. “Really? My darling is incredible!”

“I’m incredible too!” Kiro is deathly afraid of falling behind. “Go away.” He pulls his son away from you once again. His left hand reaches behind your knees, and he bends down to carry you up. When he feels your hands tightening around his neck, he lets out a satisfied “hmph”.

“I can pick your Mom up in a princess carry. Can you?”

“Once I’ve grown up, I can do it too!” Your son gives him a glance of disdain. “Also, you’d be old by the time I grow up. I’d also be more handsome than you. Mommy will definitely like me more~”

“Looks like you need a spanking!” Kiro places you down before reaching for his son.

“Kiro, you’re not allowed to hit our son!” You hurriedly stop him before he can do anything.

“He was challenging my authority as his father.”

You tousle his hair in a comforting manner. “Be good. Actually, our son wasn’t wrong. When you’re old, you’d...”

“Miss Chips!”

“When you’re old, you’d still be handsome!” You chuckle gently, tugging him on the sleeve to make him bend down slightly. A sweet kiss lands on the side of his face. “Superheroes are the most handsome~”

[ SHAW ]

“Don’t make a mess out of our house!”

The moment you see the unsalvageable mess on the coffee table, the only thought that runs through your mind is sending this troublemaker back to the oven to be re-made.

“Dad said that an overly neat doesn’t have a homely feeling.” Your son tilts his head upwards confidently, continuing with his work on hand.

“So why are you doodling on the wall?”

The originally pure white wall has been morphed beyond recognition. And why does the style of this abstract art look so familiar?

Your son wipes his hands on a damp cloth at the side, then picks up a crayon. “Dad said that aesthetic sense must be picked up since young.”

Seeing the patches of postmodern art on the wall causes your blood to boil. “Can’t you use paper?”

As compared to your frantic state, your son is much more composed. “Dad said that I should strike while the iron’s hot when it comes to being inspired. I didn’t have time to find paper, so I drew on the wall.”

No matter what, you have to find the main culprit.

“Shaw, get over here!” Your twist your head and roar towards the living room.

“Did you allow him to draw on the walls?” You glare at him fiercely, causing his initial “yes” to quickly turn into a “I did not.”

Your son lifts his head in confusion. “Dad, didn’t you say that I should draw wherever I wanted to? You even said a child’s talent shouldn’t be stifled.”

“...”

With a grim laugh, you toss him a rag. “Since you allowed him to do it, you’ll be the one to clean up.”

“...son, use paper next time. Don’t draw on the walls.” Shaw finds a smaller rag and hands it to his son. The both of them begin wiping off the colourful traces on the wall pitifully, wishing they could travel back in time to stop this from happening in the first place.

Sitting on your son’s small bed while scrolling through your phone, you occasionally look up to supervise their progress.

Once they’re more or less done, your son suddenly pipes up.

“When can we head out to do graffiti?”

“Graffiti?” Why weren’t you aware of such plans?

“...” 

Shaw has a bad feeling about this.

“Shaw. Explain.”

“It’s just... nurturing his artistic side...” His voice dies off at the end.

“Okay. Right now, I’ll be nurturing his mathematical side. Stand at the corner of the wall and count from one to a thousand.”

After tidying your son’s bed, you head out to pour yourself a cup of water.

Shaw tosses a sympathetic glance at his son. “Every man for himself.”

“As his father, you’ll keep him company.”

“...”

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Legacy

Revenge, Technology, Mind Transference, with a dash of unrequited love. What’s not to love? /Verus

"Dude! P-please! I'm sorry! Whatever you think I've done, it must all be a mistake!" Andew yelled, thrashing against his confinements and eyeing the only point of exit in the room. His firm muscles were wet and taut against his clothes, and his handsome face flush red with terror and worry.

"Are you really sorry though? It didn't seem like it from the way you acted during Gavin's funeral. The sneers and laughter you made as his parents said their final words to him..." I said, hiding in the shadows. Only my feet and the contours of my body was visible for him to see.

"N-no offense. I just found it funny when the parents said they wish he'd atleast gotten a girlfriend before he passed away-" The same devious sneer returned on his perfectly handsome face, as he most likely remembered the scene in his head.

"Of course you found it funny. Because you knew he was completely gay. Gay, and had a massive crush on you for ages. He literally worshipped the ground you walked on, and spent most of his waking hours wishing he could be with you." I explained, slowly walking around him as I pulled out a flimsy latex cap with electronical nodes attached to it.

"And I let him. I did no wrong." Andrew talked back. His eyes following my figure until I stood directly behind him.

"No! You lead him on, made him believe you were actually interested in him. And then you destroyed him. You are the reason he ran out of the house crying, and you are the reason he didn't see the truck speeding towards him!" My voice was shaking as I quickly slapped the cap onto his head, accidentally pulling out a few strands of his hair.

"Ouuch! Get this thing off me!" He shook his head and began thrashing about again.

"You know. He really loved you... He said he was going to make you the happiest man on earth. Showering you with gifts and undying love, and be by your side forever and ever. That's why he trusted you so wholeheartedly and let you do whatever you wanted."

"Naive..." He quietly muttered under his breath.

"He was even fine with you staring and drooling over other girls. As long as he could stay by your side."

"What a fag..." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"But that evening when you invited him over, only to have him find you in the bedroom hooking up with a random girl... that completely ruined him. You shattered his dream, his self-confidence, and his sensitive soul! He didn't know what to do and where to go, which is why he ran straight out into the traffic..." My voice was uncontrollably going up and down now, as I was unable to hide my emotions.

"Dude only had himself to blame. He should've known I only had him around for the free stuff he bought for me." Andrew snickered, as he looked down at the expensive shorts Gavin had bought for him a few weeks prior.

"How dare you!" I tried to punch his shoulder, but knew I was too weak to do any real damage against his hard muscles.

"Y'know... it almost sounds like you had feelings for him- Wait a minute! You're that pastry white kid that always walked around with him aren't you?! Hah! 'Ghost boy' we called you!" The tone in his voice shifted - with more confidence and arrogance. Back to the way he normally talked - a manipulative bastard at heart. "I see. So you best friend Gavin never had feelings for you, and now that he's gone you blame yourself for not having stopped him."

"......" I clenched my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Hah! Maybe you really were a horrible friend. Have you thought about that you might be the reason he's dead?" He laughed, obviously enjoying the way he was toying with my feelings.

"...you have no idea..." I mumbled, as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting in this chair - tied up and wearing this stupid cap on your head. Hehe."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, before walking around him once again and turning so he could see me. See the real me... one last time. "I will. Soon."

"W-what do you mean with that? And why are you also wearing that ridiculous cap?" He asked. His tone in voice once again becoming panicked and anxious.

"You see. The reason why I'm so pale is because I spend so much time at home playing with my inventions and devices. Coding is one of my favorite things to do. And for the last few months I've relentlessly been working on creating this device we're both wearing right now. It was originally only meant to be used on you, recoding the patterns in your brain into loving Gavin as much as he loved you. While also erasing all of your bad traits and turning you into his ideal boyfriend... but there's no reason for that anymore, is there? So, I upgraded it into 2.0, which can now be used with two people."

"P-pff... yeah right... and what does this new version do then?"

"It can transfer the consciousness between two human brains. Even recoding the brain into believing the new consciousness have always been in control of its own body. All the memories, habits, and even muscle memory will be easily accessible to the new permanent owner." I explained, as I began fiddling with a machine by our side. The nodes on our caps lit up.

"Permanent?! Wait a minute. Let's say all of this freaky sci-fi stuff is actually real, what's going to happen to my consciousness?" Andrew asked, as he began to get more anxious by the beeping sound of the nodes on his head.

"All gone. Overwritten by mine. Erased out of existence with no way of restoring it." I answered nonchalantly. Flicking the last switched around, the device was now ready to be activated.

"What the fuck! Then you're basically killing me?! Get me out of here, you sick freak!" He began violently thrashing against the back of the chair, and flung his head around to get the latex cap off... but to no avail.

"Am I really though? Your memories, your body, and your relationships will all still be here, under my complete control. I'm just... discarding a small part of you that's no longer necessary."

"No...no... Help! HELP! SOMEONE!! THIS CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the soundproofed walls would do him no good.

I flicked the final switch and walked over to him as the machine began buzzing. Standing in front of him, I suddenly sat down on his lap and grabbed hold of his face. I stared into his fearful yet piercing blue eyes and slid my hands across the cheeks and contours of his face.

"This beautiful face of yours that Gavin loved, I promise I'll take good care of it and cherish it until the day I die. It's the least I can do to honor my friend Gavin." I leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on his sweaty forehead, while holding him in place as he screamed for all he was worth.

"No! Noo! NOoO-Uoogguuughhhh" His scream turned into a gurgle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, my eyes went white and hazy as my pastry body slumped over and fell on the cement floor. Most likely cracked open its head or something from the sound of it.

"NgOOuoouughhgguuuhh!!!" Andrew's head flung back and forth as if to fight whatever was invading his head, but it barely took a minute before the thrashing suddenly stopped and his head slumped down.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed red from exertion, and the sweat and drool pooled down onto his expensive shorts. A further five minutes of stillness and blinking nodes passed before any activity was seen.

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*Gasp*

I awoke to the cap on my head giving me a quick electric shock. In front of me laid my old withered body, lifeless and without a doubt stone dead. My throat felt dry and tired, and the ties on my arms hurt like hell. In fact, everything felt, looked, and smelt different. The smell oozing from my sweaty clothes that once smelt great now stunk in my nose. I could recall from Andrew's memories that he showered atleast twice a day. I showered atleast twice a day.

After some fiddling with the special knots in my back, I easily slipped the rope off. Massaging the sore parts on my wrist, I soon relished in how big and strong my new hands looked now. Hands who should've been holding Gavin's...

I explored further up till I reached my new bulging biceps. Squeezing them I felt how firm and taut they were. I never in a million years would have managed to get myself this big, but here I was, standing in the body of a perfect specimen. The body of the man who my friend loved, but who didn't truly love him back. If only I could've done this before Gavin died... Would he have loved me instead, or would he have hated me for what I had done? Well, atleast he would've been alive.

My focus went to my Andrew face, as I caressed the blemish-free skin and the small stubble forming on it. The face of the man I had hated for a while, the face of the man whose identity I would have to take over, and the face I would see in the mirror for as long as I breathed. It was one of the most handsome faces I've ever laid my eyes on no doubt, so I'm perfectly fine with that decision.

My hands continued to explore what was now mine; running fingers through my lush but wet hair, following the outline of my cobblestone abs, and shaking my strong and muscular legs awake from sitting too long.

Not long after I finally slipped the drool and sweat-soaked shorts off myself and watched as the tool between my legs arose to its new owner. It might not have been as long as my former one, but the very girth of it made up for it. As I enveloped it between my palms, I realized that no one had ever been as intimate with Andrew's tool as I was now, and no one would ever be. Not even Gavin would if he was somehow resurrected. Only I, Andrew would ever know how this throbbing member would feel in my own hands, the endorphins and pleasure its touch would send throughout my amazing body, and the ultimate earth-shattering orgasms I would experience as I edge myself to climax every day from now on.

The very thought of it immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I quickly spread my legs apart and thrust the member fully through my grasp. It was all that was needed as I suddenly began shaking with pleasure and exploded shot after shot of Andrew seed all over the floor, myself and my former lifeless body."Ugh! Uuuugh! UUUuOOGggHH!!"

“.... Holy shit.....” I moaned, slightly shocked by the unfamiliarity of the new voice coming from my throat.

Reeling from my first ever orgasm in my new body and life, I sat back down on the chair and took a breather. I was sweaty, my crotch sticky, and my armpits stunk. Yet, I know I still looked glorious. How couldn't I? After all, I am Andrew. The man who Gavin loved, and who loved him back just as much, if not even more...

I will dedicate this new life of mine to worship and care for this body just as much as Gavin would have. His legacy, Andrew's body and life, and my consciousness have finally become one... and I promise I will carry them with pride and confidence to the grave... even if it is the only thing I will accomplish in this short insignificant life of mine.

[lush-lavenders]

❀Bet {4}❀

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: The bad boy realizes how stupid he was and tries to get the good girl back. Will the good girl listen, or is she forever stained by his wrongdoing?

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! I’m so sorry this took so long and some of you have been waiting months! But I wanted to get it out today for all of you! And thank you so much for over 100 followers! This series is what brought a lot of you in, so I hope I’m doing you justice with this last part! I’m thinking about making a prompt list to help me get back into writing more, so if you have any ideas, I’d love to hear them.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, 

Part 1 ♥ Part 2  ♥ Part 3 ♥

!I don’t own this gif!

JJ laughed in your face. “You’re a real fucking idiot, you know?”

You took a step back from him, shaking your head. 

He wasn’t real. This wasn’t real.

He came closer as you tried to move away. “Why would I like you? Why would anyone like you?”

He wasn’t real. This wasn’t real.

“You should have quit while you were ahead. If you could consider anything you did being ‘ahead.’”

He wasn’t real! This wasn’t real!

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“Y/N, please. You have to get up at some point.” Kelly’s voice drifted through the door as you closed your eyes for the tenth time within a minute.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak properly as you tried desperately to wipe any memory of your dreams. Nightmares, more like it.

Your door creaked open and you simply turned so that your back was facing it.

“Y/N…” You mom walked in slowly, sitting down on your bed softly right behind you. “Please talk to me, sweetie.”

It had maybe been a week since you had been to the boneyard. It had been a week since you saw your friends. Since you saw him. It had been a week since you entered your room and decided to not come out.

You threw off your blanket abruptly and turned to your mom. “What is there to talk about?” You didn’t mean to snap, but you couldn’t hold back. Not anymore. “He never wanted to date me. It was all some stupid joke so he could get paid.”

No tears could leave your eyes anymore. You were just so sick and tired of crying.

Without letting her say a word, you turned your back back on you mom and laid down.

You could hear her sigh, as if what she wanted to say wasn’t what she should say. “That can’t be true, Y/N/N.” But she said it anyway.

How could your own mother be defending the boy that broke her daughter’s heart?

You let out a scoff, and that was it. Anything else said or asked fell on deaf ears.

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Di yanked your arm, pulling you out the front. “You’re up and dressed, you’re not turning back on me now.”

“You sat on me until I agreed to get up…” You muttered in a grumbly manner. If it was up to you, you’d spend your dying breath lying in bed.

She rolled her eyes and glanced back at you as she unlocked her car. “That’s because I know what’s good for you. Moping around like Tom Holland will come and make you feel better if you wait long enough is not good for you.” She brought you around to the passengers side of the car and forced you in like a mother forces her child into a car seat.

You were going to grumble some half-baked comeback, but your mind couldn’t even think of how to start a response. You were just going to go along with everything Di said until you could go back to your bed.

“Where are we going?” You asked after Di pulled away from your house.

“You’ll see.” The smile that creeped onto her face was hard to miss.

You groaned, complying in a slow manner - you took your time putting your seatbelt on. When Di pulled up to the boneyard, you took even longer to get out of the car.

“I don’t want to be here…” You whispered, eyeing the place like a monster was going to creep out and attack you.

Di rolled her eyes as she got out. “You don’t want to be anywhere but your bed.”

“Di.” You gave her a look.

She sighed and lightly pulled your arm. “Look, Y/N, I know. But you this is the only place we could think of coming.”

“I-” You started before pausing. “We?”

The smile reappeared on Di’s face. “Yes, we.”

Just then, the chatter of two girls came closer to you. You could just barely grasp what it was about.

“That’s not very reasonable.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea.”

“But you’re the one who agreed with it.”

“So did you.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this for him…”

“Kie, Sarah? What are you two doing here?” It was a stupid question, as the boneyard was free for anyone to go to.

They both smiled, completely discarding their previous conversation.

“Di said you could use some girl time.” Sarah answered, lifting up an eight-pack of beer.

Kie nodded, lifting up a cooler. “And what better way to enjoy ourselves than a little picnic?”

The smile that was slowly creeping around her lips vanished completely at that one word. 

The three girls exchanged looks, having a mini conversation within their eyes before any of them tried to diffuse you.

“Come on, Y/N/N. Let’s drink and have some fun for once.” Di says as Kie starts handing everyone beers, starting with you.

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“This isn’t going to work.” JJ muttered as John B peeked out the van’s back door. 

John B rolled his eyes and looked towards his friend. “When did you turn all lovey-dovey?”

“I could ask you the same.” JJ shot back, deflecting the question.

“But you didn’t,” Pope entered, turning around to look at JJ from the front seat. “So spill.”

With a sigh, JJ slumped back against the van’s sliding door. “I don’t know, man. I didn’t even know who she was until Gavin…” Trailing off, he shuddered. “I’m such a fuck up…”

“No doubt about that one…” Pope muttered, only to be hit by John B. “Okay, sorry.”

John B pushes JJ to the side so he can open the sliding door. “Look, dude, you gotta confront her and tell her the truth.” He hopped out of the van.

JJ groaned as Pope followed John B out, hitting JJ on the shoulder. “She’s not going to listen to me.”

“Yeah, she won’t if you sit on your ass all day moping around.” John B said, banging on the side of the van.

JJ groaned again and practically fell out of the van.

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Sand collected in your shoes as you and the girls walked down the boneyard, full up on food.

Sarah stopped at one point and looked towards the horizon. “It’s getting late…”

There was something in her voice like she was expecting something. Like something hasn’t happened that was supposed to. And that made you nervous.

“Well, I really did have a good time, but I should get going… Di?”

You looked towards your best friend, who’s face seemed to resemble that of how Sarah’s voice sounded.

“Di?” You asked again.

She gave you a sheepish smile. “Let’s just wait a moment more.”

A moment more? Did they plan something else?

You opened your mouth to ask Kie something when you heard a boy’s voice.

“We’re already late, dude. I wouldn’t be surprised if they left.”

It took you a moment to connect the voice to a face. John B. AKA, J’s best friend. If John B was here, JJ couldn’t be far behind.

You turn you back towards where the voice came from, looking directly at your friends. “I have to go. Now.” 

You just had the first decent day in a little while - you couldn’t have that ruined.

No one made an attempt to leave. To usher you away. They all just gave you apologetic smiles, looking at a presence that stumbled behind you.

The urge to just walk away was almost too strong. But you pushed past it to turn around.

The boy before you didn’t look the greatest. The blonde hair that could never get messy was completely unkempt. The blue eyes that were always shining were dull and looked like they couldn’t shed a tear, even if in desperate need to. 

You stumbled back. You couldn’t decide if it was because he was standing in front of you, or because he looked so different.

“Y/N…” His voice was quiet, as if afraid of breaking something if he raised it. “Can we please talk?” There was something shaking within his being that transferred through his voice.

You shook your head. And shook your head. And shook your head. 

You couldn’t do this. Not here, not now.

“Red, please.”

He took a step towards you and you immediately stumbled back again, tripping over your own feet.

He moved to help you up, but someone you couldn’t see stopped him.

You scrambled to your feet, moving backwards. “No…” You shake your head, trying to string together your words. “No. You don’t… You don’t get to do that…”

He tried to reach out to you.

“No!” You snapped, balling your fists and biting the inside of your cheek to bite back tears. “I woke every morning wondering what you saw in me. Wondering why suddenly, one day, the guy every girl at school wanted asked me out. Gave me the time of day. I couldn’t sleep some nights because all I could think about was you, JJ!”

You didn’t know if it was your blurry vision, but it almost looked like he was breaking as much as you were.

“You’re a real jerk, thinking you can toy with someone’s feelings like that, JJ Maybank. A jerk I would do anything to go back in time to stop myself from falling in love with.”

When you felt a sob suffocating you, you turned your back on JJ. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you this way. That’s why jerks did this right? Hurt people? To see them upset?

Everyone, not just JJ, seemed stunned by the mention of love. You couldn’t blame them. If you had been told you’d fall in love with the bad boy only for him to break your heart, you wouldn’t believe it either.

But the mention of love seemed to make him more determined. “You have to let me explain…”

“No, I don’t,” you couldn’t stop your voice from shaking. “I don’t.”

You couldn’t turn to even give him a look or say goodbye to anyone as you started to walk away.

You didn’t care if Di was following you or not. You’d walk home if you had to. They had to have orchestrated this on purpose.

----

You hadn’t talked to anyone since then. You had your mom drive you to school and home everyday. As much as you could, you made sure to either be alone or away from the participants that made your heart hurt more.

They seemed to get the hint after a day or two, leaving you alone. For the most part.

Every now and then, you could catch a glimpse of Di and Kie looking your way in the hallways or in class.

At lunch, you either sat alone or went off to the library. When you were in the cafeteria, you noticed that Di seemed to replace an empty seat.

It had now been two weeks. Maybe three. You couldn’t tell anymore. Every day just blended in at this point.

At your locker, on the Monday of the third week, you opened it to find a note fall out on the floor. Looking around, you couldn’t tell if anyone stood out in the crowded hallway.

You stooped down and picked it up, looking around once more before you read it.

“I’ll use you as a warning sign.”

With furrowed eyebrows, you looked around once again. This had to be in the wrong locker.

You sighed and shook your head, placing the note in your book and walking off to your next class.

The next day, when you went to your locker at the end of school, another note slipped out to your feet.

“That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind.”

This note left you even more confused than the last.

The next day, you got two notes in one day.

“And I’ll use you as a focal point.”

“So I don’t lose sight of what I want.”

A feeling started in your stomach after reading Wednesday’s notes. The lines felt familiar, and you felt like you knew who they were coming from.

Again, the next day, there were two notes.

“And I’ve moved further than I thought I could.”

“But I missed you more than I thought I would.”

The last note had hit you hard. Harder than you thought a note could.

You knew who was giving you these notes. You knew who, but you couldn’t figure out why. You knew who, but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away.

On Friday, you walked to school. You were going to have to walk home too.

You went through the whole school day like normal. Each time you stopped at your locker, which was almost after every period for some reason, there was never a note.

You wouldn’t admit there was a sinking feeling replacing the other feeling in your stomach.

When the bell rang to signal the end of eighth period, a glimmer of hope tapped you on the shoulder. Asked to be seen. Heard. But you ignored it.

Once at your locker, you froze for a moment. You didn’t know why. If there was another note, then there was another note. If there wasn’t one, why should it matter?

You opened it slower than you wanted, messes up on the combination three times.

There was a moment's pause before you flung the piece of metal open. Nothing came out. There was just no note today.

Why should you even care? It was just the lyrics to a song, written on a post-it note. Of all the kinds of paper he could have used, he chose post-it notes. That has to mean he doesn’t care.

Why do you even care? It was him who was the jerk, only dating you for a quick buck. Of all the kinds of ways he could have gotten money, he chose to break a girl’s heart. That has to mean he doesn’t care.

You put away the books you don’t need and grab the ones you have to take home. It was going to be another long weekend, and you knew you couldn’t do it without some distraction.

You closed your locker, only to jump at the sudden appearance of someone behind it.

“I’m really really really sorry, Y/N, but not being able to talk to you has been killing me!” Di did look upset - her usual complete peppy personality was obviously crooked. Like something was tipping it off to the side.

She spoke again before you could start anything. “I know we shouldn’t have gone behind your back like that. We - I thought it would be a good idea and it was the total opposite.”

You sighed a little and shook your head, throwing your backpack on. “I just wasn’t ready to face him like that...”

“I know, and I should’ve known then too.”

“Promise me one thing, Di.”

Di nods. “I’ll promise you almost anything.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, as you knew what she couldn’t promise you. “Promise me you’ll stop intervening with my love life. That’s something that should be just my business.”

She looked to be thinking it over for a second before nodding again. “I can promise you that.”

You smiled as she hooked her arm in yours, dragging you outside to her car like she used to. 

As soon as you got to the parking lot, feet away from Di’s car. You froze. 

There was a path laid out right in front of you. A path of ripped up pieces of paper. Each piece of paper had something written on, but you’d have to stoop down to see it all. 

The back of Di’s car had a giant piece of paper taped to it. It was the note you didn’t receive today.

“I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

Right in front of me.”

“Before you say anything,” Di started to whisper as she walked off to the side. “This was already put into place before I made that promise.”

She was completely out of your line of sight, but you didn’t care. You were too caught up in the boy that was walking into your sight, right next to the note.

You didn’t know what to say. Seems like JJ didn’t know either.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you said, “Who picked out the song?” 

Lame first question to ask him after everything that’s happened.

He was a little caught off guard you spoke first. “Kie…”

“She has good taste…” You trailed off, biting your cheek harder as your vision threatened to block off JJ’s image.

He simply nodded, as there isn’t much else you could say about that.

“So you were the one leaving the notes in my locker…” It wasn’t a question, as after the third note you knew who it was.

He nodded. “I didn’t want to get you upset again…”

“JJ-”

“Y/N, look,” he took a step away from the car. “Please just let me explain my side. Then you can yell at me as much as you want. But I just need to tell you my truth.”

You shut your mouth and nodded. You might have been a little bit of a bitch for the past couple weeks to him, but you had good reasoning. Nonetheless, you thought he still deserved to explain everything to you. You deserved it.

He took another step, this time towards you. You didn’t move away.

“This kid named Gavin came up to our lunch table a couple months ago, wanting one of us to do his dirty work. None of us were going to do it. Even me. But I took it. That was the day I came up to you at the kegger.” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I never thought any of this bullshit was gonna happen. On our first date, I was going to tell you everything. I really was.”

He paused again, so you asked a question. “Why didn’t you then?” Your voice was quieter than it had been minutes prior.

He took a second step towards you. You didn’t move away.

“It was like when I took the stupid bet. I looked at you, and it felt like John B was going to shoot me in the gut with a paintball gun if I ever ruined that glint in your eyes when you just smile.”

You couldn’t look at him, so you tried to read as many of the notes on the ground as you could. “You’ve done worse than that…”

JJ sighed. There was more in that sigh than just, “oh well,” or anything like that. It was shaky. “I know… I’ve been beating myself up everyday about it…”

“As much as I hate admitting this, I was scared. Scared of this way you made me feel. That’s why I kept pushing back telling you the truth. Because I was afraid, if I did, you would leave.”

This is when you decided to look at him again. But not just look at him. Really look at him. And he looked how he did at the boneyard, yet somehow worse. There was a sense of vulnerability in the way he stood and the way he looked at you and the way he talked to you.

He was opening up.

You took a step towards him as he began to speak again.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t expect you to ever want to talk to me again. But I needed to tell you this. Because I…” He couldn’t find the right words. “Fuck it,” he muttered his breath. “Because I love you. I fucking love you, even when I didn’t mean to.”

You froze in your spot.

JJ loved you.

And that look on his face told you he couldn’t be lying. He really loved you.

A new wave started to wet your ankles - guilt. You had yelled and screamed at him. You had used loving him as a grievance while he used loving you as a defense.

There was still validation behind your acts, but your heart doesn’t always care about that.

You took another step, forgetting to keep in mind the shakiness of your legs. The notes cluttered around your feet didn’t help either - you almost tripped. And you kept note of the way JJ flinched, as if going to catch you.

“Talk some sense to me…” You whispered, mustering a small sad smile as you felt your cheeks grow wet.

He chuckled weakly, but it was a weakness that was slowly getting stronger. “I’ll do more than talk some sense to you…”

You laugh was something caught between a laugh and a sob. “Just not in front of everyone.”

That comment brought attention to the crowd of teenagers that had found itself in the parking lot.

“Ignore us!” Di called out from beside Kie.

“Just kiss already!” Sarah called out from John B’s side, who was next to Kie. Pope was behind her.

You blushed a little and JJ set his hand on your chin, making you look at him. “I can’t say no to that bet, Red.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “The next time you bet something, I’m going to make sure you lose.”

“Well, I’ll just have to consider the win to be you.”

He leaned down and captured your lips before you could interject.

This kiss was explosive. There were no fireworks. It was comforting. Soft. Like a warm fire gracing your lips. It was a kiss you had missed.

Who would have thought the good girl, so caught up in her practical ways, could make the bad boy, who sleeps around and doesn’t listen to anyone, fall in love with her?

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Shitty people were in CRWBY too. Barbara has been exposed by employees under her for bullying them. Gavin came up with the F slur nickname for Kdin (and she didn't accept his apology), Michael did too and laughed at a joke of Ryan touching his child. Stop trying to separate CRWBY from RT when Josh Grelle themselves has said they're one and the same.

No they’re pretty different. Do you blame say Dana terrace or Alex hirsch for the faults of Disney because they ran shows for them? No. Employee and employer are different.

Also do you have sources for any of these claims? Does anyone have sources? Because I haven’t seen that anywhere. Because if you do I will agree that while those certain members of crwby did shitty things that doesn’t mean the rest did.

Also Kdin has stated she herself had at least some positive experiences working on Rwby and that she’d like to work with certain members again

Here’s the source btw, and the Reddit post where you can read those for yourself

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Don’t worry child...

For the talented @colossalcriminal​ 😎

Hope you’ll enjoy this story!

TW: Mentions of blood, wounds, attempt of sexual assault

Sitting in his office, Gareth Mallory looked out at the gloomy London sky. The sun was not about to come out. 

This thought made him think of his son, Anthony. At the moment, the teenager was spending his holidays with friends in Spain. The MI6 boss smiled to himself as he pictured his son lying in the bright sunshine, enjoying a soda with his mates.

He preferred to see Anthony with a smile rather than a sad expression. 

Ever since his wife died in a car accident when his son was still a little boy, Anthony was the person who meant the most to him. Gareth wanted to protect him at all costs from the dangers of life, but at the same time, Anthony had to enjoy his youth.

So when his friends offered him a dream week in Madrid, the teenager begged his father to let him go. 

Of course, Gareth agreed, but not without giving him a list of safety tips and other recommendations that parents of teenage travellers make.

Suddenly, the phone in his office started ringing. 

He picked it up:

"Hello?"

He heard the operator's voice answer:

"Mr Mallory, a young man named Gavin Fitzgerald wishes to speak to you urgently! Shall I put him on?"

Gavin? He was one of Anthony's friends! Why was he calling him? Has something terrible happened?

Keeping his cool, he replied:

"I know this young man. You can put him on, miss."

"At once, sir."

A few seconds later, he heard Gavin's voice shaking on the other side of the receiver.

"Hello, Mr Mallory?"

"Gavin? Why are you calling me?"

Immediately he heard the teenager sobbing on the other side of the phone.

"I'm sorry, sir! I swear, there was nothing we could do!"

"What happened?"

"It's Anthony! They kidnapped him!"

At these words, Gareth thought the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. He had just heard what he feared most.

Trying to keep a cool head, he asked:

"Tell me what happened!"

"We were shopping in the suburbs of Madrid when a van stopped in front of us!"

"What colour was the van?"

"It was a black van, a Volkswagen. There were four men: the driver and three guys in the back. They grabbed Anthony and forced him to get in with them. I swear, we tried to stop them, but one of them pulled a gun on us!"

"Don't blame yourself: you did what you could. Could you describe these men to me?"

"Cassie had time to take a picture of them. But there's one thing that confuses me!"

"What's that?"

"One of the guys who kidnapped Anthony was wearing a cop uniform!"

This detail intrigued Mallory: what did a policeman has to do with this? He would deal with that later!

He asked:

"When did all this happen?"

"About an hour ago."

"Where are you now?"

"We're all at the embassy. The police escorted us out after we reported Anthony's kidnapping!"

"Well, at least you'll be safe!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do what's necessary on my end. Thanks for calling me!"

"Good luck, sir!"

No sooner had he hung up than Gareth caught his head in his hands: he should never have let his son go on holiday! 

Determined to move heaven and earth, he phoned the Foreign Office to see if they could send a team to fetch Anthony.

To his horror, they told him that this would not be possible as diplomatic relations between Spain and the UK were not good. Besides, what would public opinion think if they sent a special team only for a teenager?

Realizing that he could not rely on the authorities, Mallory felt he was losing his mind.

At the moment, Eve MoneyPenny entered the office:

"Sir, I have the file you asked me for... Sir?"

Seeing her boss turn so pale, Eve knew something had happened:

"Sir, what's going on?"

Looking up at her, Mallory explained in a white voice:

"I just found out that my son got kidnapped in Spain in front of his friends!"

"My God! But why?"

"That's what I'd like to know! Now it's a matter of finding him in the next 48 hours, or something bad will happen!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Right now, I feel like I'm running out of options!"

His secretary smiled mischievously.

"Are you sure about that? I think you can count on someone for that..."

"Who?"

"I know a certain agent who can find your son in time. Trust me!"

She picked up her mobile phone and called Bill Tanner:

"Tanner? Moneypenny's calling. Do you know where to find James Bond? We have a job for him!"

Meanwhile, in Spain.

Sitting on an old mattress, Anthony looked at the chains around his ankles. His captors were determined not to let him go.

The teenager wondered why he got kidnapped while leaning on the wall. Was it because of his money? He didn't remember waving cash around.

When he thought about it, the answer was simple. If he got abducted, it probably had something to do with his father. 

Anthony shook his head at the thought of his father: his poor dad who tried so hard to keep work and family life separate! It hadn't worked out well.

Suddenly the metal door opened, and one of his captors came in with a tray in his hand.

He walked over to him and placed the tray at his feet.

"Here, eat this! The boss wants you to keep fit!"

With a wry smile, Anthony replied:

"Sorry, but I'm not a fan of the rat poison-filled tortilla!"

His jailer scoffed.

"You think it's worth it? Think about it, you brat: if my boss wanted to kill you so badly, he would have done it already!"

"Oh yeah? Why go to all that trouble to keep me alive?"

"You can ask him if you want. In the meantime, you'd better have finished eating your plate by the time I get back. Otherwise, you know what you're in for..."

With that threatening word, the man turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.

Anthony knew that the man was not joking: the bruises on his chest and arms could testify to that.

Grabbing the plate and his wooden fork, the teenager began to eat his meal. As he tried to swallow his snack, he wondered if his father would be able to find him. He feared he would join the long list of British citizens missing abroad. And that, Gareth Mallory would never forgive himself...

In London.

"I know you have to do this on the spur of the moment, but this is an urgent situation!" explained Bill.

"I know, Tanner. How long has it been?" asked James as he headed for the Q department.

"About three hours since the phone call to M.  If the Foreign Office had been a little braver, you wouldn't have been asked to come!"

"Never mind! I needed to stretch my legs anyway."

Ever since he had entered the MI6 premises, 007 had immediately sensed the feverishness that had gripped the entire department. It seemed that the boss's anxiety had infected the rest of the Secret Service.

"What about Mallory? How is he?"

"Like a father trying to save his son, which is to say pissed off and anxious. If I were you, I'd steer clear of a witty note!"

"I think I've got it!"

They arrived in Q.'s laboratory, where he greeted them.

"Good morning, gentlemen. You're just in time: I've finished preparing Mr. Bond's equipment for his holiday in Spain!"

"Very amusing, dear Quartermaster. How about explaining what you have planned for me?"

"I was getting to that: first, a Walther PPK with palmprint recognition; second, a radio transmitter; sunglasses with infrared vision; a few explosives - you never know; and finally, the icing on the cake, this!"

And Q proudly holds up a tube of cream.

"Sunscreen? Are you afraid I'll get sunburnt?" quipped James.

"I wouldn't put that cream on your skin, Bond. Here, take this tube and pour the contents onto this piece of metal!"

Intrigued, James did so. No sooner had he finished than the metal began to melt in a matter of seconds.

"There you go! This tube of cream contains a material destroyer that acts as an acid. Nothing can resist it, not even the thickest of walls!"

"I'll admit it's pretty impressive!"

Eve entered the room.

"Ah, Bond! I was looking for you! I have your travel documents!"

"You were looking for me? That's very flattering!"

"Try as you might, your little flirtation game doesn't work with me! Here!"

She handed him a large envelope containing his passport, as well as his plane ticket.

"I almost forgot! M would like to see you!"

"All right!" replied James, as he headed for the exit when Eve held him back by the wrist.

"James, don't get him all riled up. It's a difficult situation for him."

"I think I get it." 

And Bond headed off in the direction of M's office. When he reached the door, he hesitated a little before knocking.

"Come in."

James entered, and the first thing that struck him was how pale his boss's face was. Usually, the latter was calm in all circumstances, but here, he wasn't even hiding his concern anymore. For this to happen, the situation had to affect him personally.

"Ah, Bond. I was coming to see you. I wanted to explain a few things about the mission!"

"I'm listening, sir."

Mallory sighed before replying:

"Firstly, I must inform you that this mission is somewhat illegal. Since I don't have the minister's approval, I have to go without."

"I don't mind." grinned Bond.

"Coming from you, I'm not surprised. Secondly, in the envelope Miss Moneypenny entrusted to you, there is all the information I received from the Spanish authorities, as well as the evidence Anthony's friends were able to recover. I am counting on you to find out who planned this kidnapping and why."

"Shall I bring you the person responsible alive?"

"You don't have to, 007. The only person I want alive is my son."

James nodded.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"That will be all, Bond. I'll let you go! Good luck!"

"Thank you."

James started to leave as he called out to his boss:

"One more thing, sir..."

"What is it?"

"I'm going to bring Anthony back alive. I promise you that!"

"Thank you, Bond," murmured Mallory.

Once the secret agent was out of the room, Mallory slumped in his seat, looking worried. Everything now rested on Bond's shoulders. Let's hope it goes well!

The following afternoon.

In the streets of Madrid, James tried to understand the course of the kidnapping. He worked from the evidence in the file to put pieces together. 

At times he felt like Sherlock Holmes investigating. The difference was that James Bond had no Doctor Watson to help him. But Sherlock Holmes doesn't have a licence to kill!

Meanwhile, Bond had a feeling that the whole thing was far more complex than it appeared. The street was inhabited, and yet no one seemed to have intervened to prevent the kidnapping.

The British spy had two options: either the people in the area were cowards, or someone acted as a deterrent to prevent them from doing anything.

At that moment, James remembered something: one of Anthony's friends had mentioned that one of the kidnappers was wearing a police uniform. 

If a policeman was involved in this story, it meant people in high places had something to do with the abduction. 

As he continued his research, he heard Q's voice in his earpiece:

"Well, Bond? Anything new?"

"Nothing yet. But I've got a hunch that this kidnapping thing is just an excuse to hit M!"

"What do you mean?"

"Where Anthony gets abducted was a busy street. The reason no one intervened to stop the kidnapping was that the kidnappers were quick, and one of them was wearing a cop's uniform!"

"You mean Anthony was the target?"

"Very likely. But I'll only have the answer if I run into one of the kidnappers!"

At that moment, Bond saw a man coming out of a shop. Intrigued, James said to Q:

"I think I just saw one of them. I'll check it out..."

"Oh, but I can do that for you. Are you wearing the sunglasses I gave you?"

"Yes."

"Very well: press the left arm of your pair of glasses and let me do it!"

James complied, and Q was able to see the street from James' point of view.

"Perfect! Now you are like my eyes, James. I'll run the facial recognition procedure from the photographs. As for you, try to follow him for as long as you can... discreetly, of course!"

"I'll do that."

At once, 007 followed the man's lead while maintaining a certain distance. 

Meanwhile, Q examined what he saw, hoping that this would be the correct lead. And when the result came in, he almost shouted with joy!

"Bond, we're in luck! It's one of the kidnappers!"

"And which one is it?"

"I'll tell you: it's the man who dressed like a policeman!"

Hearing this, James knew that this was the way to get to Anthony. After a few minutes of tailing, he saw the man riding a motorbike. To follow him, he hailed a taxi and ordered the driver to follow the bike. 

With a bit of luck, James would get to the bottom of the story...

In his makeshift prison, Anthony was moping when he heard voices from the other side of the door. Trying to figure out what was going on, he crept to the door. Then, he stuck his eye in a hole near the doorway.

From there, he could see three of his captors talking to a man in a suit. The latter was smoking his cigarette nonchalantly while one of the kidnappers shouted at him:

"You bastard! You promised us 12 million for the job we just did!"

"It wasn't me who promised you, but the boss. And he made it clear that he'll only pay after we get the kid, not before!" the latter replied calmly.

"You don't seem to understand that we need the money, Randall. So either you get the money now, or we break our agreement!"

The man named Randall took a drag from his cigarette before answering:

"It's up to you, Santiago. But if you refuse to hand over the boy, expect retaliation. My employer hates cowards!"

From the way he spoke, Anthony knew that Randall was a Briton. But for who was he working?

Wanting to know the whole story, he continued to listen to the conversation.

"There's something I don't understand. Why is your employer so keen to get the kid? What does he have against this kid?"

"It's not the boy my boss is interested in. The kid is just a way to get to his father. He's the real target!"

"And who is the kid's father?"

Randall smiled a toothy grin.

"That kid is none other than the son of the current head of MI6!"

"Wait a minute! Are you telling us that we've just declared war on the British Secret Service?"

"In a way, yes. But don't worry, gentlemen! They're not going to send any agents here. Given the tension between Spain and the UK, that would be a scandal!"

"You've thought of everything!"

"That's what we call anticipation, my dear. Now, as far as the payment of your mission is concerned, I can assure you of one thing. You will get paid in equal shares, and we will transfer the money directly to your respective accounts. But you won't have it until you hand the kid over to my employer."

Upon hearing this, Anthony could not suppress a shiver of terror. He wondered what Randall's mysterious employer intended to do to him. But what intrigued the young man was who could hold a grudge against the MI6 boss.

His father was very keen that he should not know the details of his work. 

Anthony hoped that he would get out of here alive...

Meanwhile, James followed the man on the motorbike until he arrived at an abandoned industrial area. There, he continued to follow on foot, keeping a close eye on the man. 

The man entered a building, closing the door behind him. 

007 quietly walked between the ruined buildings and leaned against the wall. Discreetly, the British spy glanced out the window and watched the four men greet their accomplice.

"It's about time! Where have you been?"

"Buying your fags, asshole!"

"Were you followed?" asked Randall.

"No, I didn't see anyone."

"You idiot! Just because you didn't see anyone doesn't mean nobody followed you!"

"I'm telling you, I was paying attention. And frankly, who would think of looking for the kid here?"

"The cops?"

The newcomer snickered:

"But think about it: I'm a cop! I send the others to look elsewhere, and they don't ask questions!"

Randall chuckled.

"What I like about you, my dear Pedro is your pragmatism. And your Mr. know-it-all-ness. Well, now that the team is complete, I'd like us to discuss the terms of the transaction."

Immediately, the four thugs reached out, and Randall explained:

"First, you'll have to get the kid to the south side of Madrid by 10 pm sharp. Any minute late and you'll be subject to retaliation. You will go to the old prefecture. There you will meet my employer. You will hand over the kid personally. Once the transaction done, I'll pay you directly into your accounts."

Hearing this, James thought he had better act fast.

Suddenly, one of the men stood up and asked with an ominous smile:

"Hey, before we give the kid to your mysterious boss... Am I allowed to have a little fun with him?"

This question intrigued James, who glanced at the man's file. What he read made him sweat: the man's name was Alonso Iniego, and he had several convictions for sexual assault on minors. His file showed that he had a preference for young boys. 

He saw Randall hesitate before answering:

"You have five minutes. But I'm warning you: you'd better not mess it up!"

"Don't worry! I'll be careful!" laughed Alonso and walked to the back of the room.

James went around the building and found a broken window that gave access to the interior. The spy slipped discreetly through the opening and hid behind a corner of the wall, watching the four remaining men...

When he heard the door to his cell open, Anthony wondered what they wanted with him. The teenager thought he would faint when he saw Alonso coming. He didn't know why, but he had always felt something wrong coming from this man, even more than the other kidnappers.

By reflex, he pressed himself against the wall, hoping that Alonso would leave quickly. 

Instead, the man was walking towards him, whispering sinisterly:

"Well, English boy, have we been good? I see you ate what Santiago brought you. Good boy..."

"What do you want with me?" asked Anthony, trying to conceal his terror.

Alonso answered nothing, content to walk over to the teenager. Once he reached him, he ran his tattooed hand along Anthony's face and neck, making him shiver with terror.

"You know, tomorrow you're going on a long trip. So, I thought we could have a little fun, right?"

"Strangely enough, I don't feel like it," Anthony retorted.

At that moment, Alonso grabbed the young man violently by the collar and tackled him to the mattress before positioning himself on top of him.

"I don't care what you think. So behave yourself if you want it to happen quickly!"

Quickly figuring out what Alonso wanted to do to him, Anthony struggled as best he could, punching and scratching the man in the face. Unfortunately, his attacker was more muscular than he was and had no trouble resisting his blows. 

The teenager felt terror rise in him when he felt Alonso's calloused hand trying to undo his trousers while pinning him to the mattress. 

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Alonso by the collar and threw him away from Anthony, allowing him to see that he was safe. 

The teenager looked up and saw a muscular blond man standing before him, protecting him from Alonso.

The latter growled:

"Who are you, asshole?"

"Certainly not a thirteen-year-old," James quipped as he moved into an attack position.

Annoyed, Alonso rushed at the English spy and began to throw punches. But James was more agile, and he blocked each attack of his opponent before clasping his neck in his elbow.

Then, with a sudden gesture, he broke Alonso's neck. The latter fell to the ground like a disjointed puppet.

Stunned by what had just happened, Anthony stammered:

"But... who are you?"

"I am the one who is coming to save you."

Glancing at Alonso's corpse, the teenager replied:

"I see you're not just here to save me..."

"Let's just say I'm also good at twisting conventional wisdom. Well, now let's see how to remove these chains..."

Bond remembered the cream Q had made for him. Taking it from his jacket pocket, he approached Anthony and said:

"I'll put this on to destroy your shackles. Most importantly, you stay still and trust me!"

The teenager nodded, and James applied the cream to the chains around Anthony's wrists and ankles. In a split second, the chains melted like snow in the sun.

"Thanks."

"I'm just doing my job. Come on."

James and Anthony stepped out of the cell, and the teenager soon understood that his mysterious saviour had eliminated the other kidnappers beforehand. 

Although, Randall and Pedro were still alive, strapped to their chairs, and severely bruised.

The young man turned to his saviour and asked:

"Did you do this by yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you a professional killer?"

"Let's just say I'm in the service of Her Majesty. My name is Bond, James Bond."

The British spy pulled up a chair and sat down opposite the two men:

"Now that we made introductions, I'll give you ten seconds to tell me everything I want to know. If you cooperate, I will be lenient. If you don't, you'll regret it bitterly. Am I clear?"

Randall and Pedro remained silent, glaring at James.

"I'll take that as a yes. Well, let's get started: who told you that Anthony Mallory was coming here to Spain?"

"We don't know," replied Pedro.

"Really?" replied James, who grabbed his revolver and shot him in the knee, making him scream in pain.

"Perhaps this will jog your memory... or loosen the tongue of your friend here."

Randall began to fear this individual who was holding him at gunpoint with his Walther. Trying to play the negotiation card, he replied:

"There's no need to get upset: I am sure we can work something out, Mr Bond."

"I don't think so, dear sir. Judging by your accent, I can safely say you are a British citizen. Am I right?"

"You are an intelligent man. So I can also safely say that you are a British spy, acting directly under the orders of the kid's father. I guess this rescue mission is purely illegal!"

"Honestly, you're not in the best position to talk to me about illegality, sir..."

"Knowing my name won't help you."

Suddenly, Anthony intervened in the conversation:

"His name is Randall. That's what the others call him, anyway."

"Randall... It's funny: I have often heard of a man named Randall Brooks. A businessman who acts as a go-between for high-ranking criminals and thugs willing to do the dirty work. And you fit the description perfectly: a weasel-faced weasel who brags about how he often travels around with people with guns. But when you're on your own, you're a lot less of a show-off!"

James aimed at Randall's crotch and said in a cold tone:

"I'm offering you the opportunity to prove you've got it in your trousers. Either you tell me everything you know, or I'll shoot and let you bleed to death. Try to make a decision quickly."

At that moment, Pedro spoke up:

"All I know is that this guy has a death wish for the kid's father. And since you're getting involved, he's not going to let go of you anytime soon until you die!"

"I'll get over it. But it still doesn't tell me who it is. By the way, I'm still waiting for your answer, Randall."

The latter sighed:

"All right, you win. I'll tell you everything, but promise to let me live!"

"I'm listening."

"First of all, the man who ordered the kidnapping of the boy is Rolf Larsen. But in the business, he's called The God of Death."

"What does that have to do with M?"

Randall sighed:

"If I remember correctly, your boss was once a member of the SAS. Larsen also happened to be a member of the SAS. That is until Lieutenant Colonel Mallory turned him in for his actions in the Middle East. Let's just say that Larsen took it very hard. Since then, he has been running a company of mercenaries and other people with special skills. If you didn't have me at gunpoint, I would have offered you a job with him."

Bond snarled.

"No thanks, very little for me. Now there's one thing I'd like to know: how did you know Anthony was coming here?"

"One of our hackers hacked into the online booking system and spotted Anthony's name among the travellers. We were able to plan the kidnapping before he arrived in Madrid. Then we waited two days before we went ahead."

Anthony stepped forward and asked:

"And what was the next part of the plan, to kill me? Or leave me in Alonso's dirty hands?"

Randall shook his head:

"Nah, the boss didn't plan to kill you. The original plan was to send a ransom note to your old man and set a trap to kidnap him. Once Mallory at his mercy, my boss was planning to kill him."

The man chuckled.

"When you think about it, that would be ironic. You'll be the only spy I know who'll see two of his bosses die. You have to admit: it's a laugh!"

"We don't have the same kind of humour. And unlike you, I learn from my mistakes."

Suddenly, a mobile phone rang. Anthony picked up the phone and saw on the screen Unknown number.

Showing the phone to Randall, he asked:

"It's your boss, right?"

The man remained silent.

"I think that means yes. Hand me the phone, please!"

The teenager gave it to him, and Bond picked it up.

He heard a male voice on the other side of the phone:

"Randall, you know I hate it when people don't pick up immediately when I call."

"I'm sorry, but Randall is not available at the moment. May I take a message?" replied James wryly.

There was a silence then he heard the man ask:

"Who am I speaking to?"

"Consider me the grain of sand in your gears."

"I see. Something tells me Mallory sent you to retrieve his offspring, is that it?"

"Exactly."

"You have no idea what that jerk sent you into when he gave you this assignment. Because right now, I wouldn't let you leave Spain alive!"

"Very presumptuous of you to say that. But if it's any consolation, I wasn't going to let you leave Spain alive either if I ever met you. Which I may well do!"

He heard Larsen chuckling.

"You are quite right to prepare for that eventuality, Mr Killer. Enjoy the time you have left to live: it may be short!"

The conversation came to a screeching halt. James threw the phone into the corner of the room and said to Anthony:

"Go wait for me outside. I won't be long."

The teenager obeyed without waiting and headed outside the building. 

James turned to the two men and pointed his gun at them.

"Wait! You promised to leave us alive!"

"Small nuance: I didn't promise you anything. And then I already made a promise, and I intend to keep it!"

Without further ado, Bond executed the two criminals before joining Anthony outside.

"I don't suppose they'll be doing much of anything else?" the teenager asked.

"You guess right. Come on, let's go to my hotel. There, I'll see how we're going to get out of this!"

"Because you haven't planned anything?"

"Yes, but I'm adapting to the situation!" replied the spy as he took the car parked in front of the entrance and started the engine.

Rolling his eyes, Anthony sat in the passenger seat muttering:

"What's not to hear!"

"Stop complaining, young man, and buckle up!"

The car immediately headed for the exit and took the road towards the Spanish capital.

On the way, James watched from the corner of his eye as the teenager dozed off.

When they arrived at the front of the hotel, James and Anthony slipped quietly through the corridors, trying not to be spotted by the staff. 

They reached the bedroom, and Bond opened the door, letting the teenager in. Then he locked the door behind him before turning to the young man who sat on the bed, looking pensive.

James noticed the marks of the blow on the teenager's arms and face.

He asked:

"I don't suppose they made your detention pleasant!"

"No, and I didn't feel like behaving!"

James caught himself smiling: he wouldn't be surprised to learn that Anthony was a rebellious teenager. But this strong character was what kept him going.

The spy went to his suitcase and took out a first aid kit. 

He ordered the young man:

"Take off your shirt: I'll try to disinfect the wounds."

Hesitantly, Anthony obeyed anyway and took off his shirt. Agent 007 saw the many bruises and cuts on his chest. He understood that the teenager got beaten by his captors. 

James was outraged: how could they hurt him? He was just a kid!

But the spy knew that Anthony was not the real target. By doing this, these men were just trying to make M suffer, to make him understand that he couldn't protect his son.

As he bandaged the young man's wounds, James tried to start a conversation:

"Besides going on adventures, what do you do for a living?"

"I go to school."

"Which one?"

"Seven Kings High School."

"I know it. It's an excellent school with a good reputation."

"Yeah, sort of."

This answer amused James, who asked:

"Something tells me you don't think so."

"Yes, it's a good school. But let's just say I get bored quickly: the teachers are pretty boring, to be honest."

"Really? Am I to understand that you are a dissipated student?"

"No, I get good grades. I like sports, drama and technology. But what I like most is going out with my friends and partying!"

The man laughed.

"I was like that when I was your age. Every chance I got, I'd sneak out and go into town with my buddies and get into mischief."

Anthony laughed in turn.

"I suppose you used to get your ears pulled back every time!"

"Indeed! I've been in the headmaster's office more than once!"

"Your parents must have enjoyed it!"

At these words, James stopped laughing and replied:

"At that time, I had lost my parents. They died in an avalanche when I was eleven."

Anthony felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Don't apologize. You couldn't have known..."

They remained silent before the teenager spoke again.

"I lost my mother too. She died in a car accident. I was eight years old at the time. We were on our way home from shopping when a driver cut us off and hit us head-on. When the firemen pulled us out, we were badly injured..."

A tear rolled down Anthony's cheek.

"She died an hour after we got to the hospital. Too much bleeding: there was nothing they could do."

"I imagine your father suffered a lot."

"You have no idea. For my dad, it was the biggest catastrophe of his life. He's been very protective of me ever since. It's almost suffocating! But since I'm the only person he has left..."

James nodded, understanding what the teenager meant.

"You have a part of your mother in you. That's why he wants to protect you at all costs. If anything were to happen to you, I think it would be like your mother dying a second time."

"The way you look at it, it sure would."

Anthony asked:

"And you, Monsieur Bond: do you have children?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you? What are their names?"

"I have a son, who must be your age. His name is Seijuro. He is currently living in Japan with friends. He too has lost his mother, but it was because of cancer."

"And do you see him often?"

"No, not really. The farther Seijuro is from me, the better for him. People who are close to me tend to die suddenly."

The teenager did not get convinced.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea. If anything, your son would like to see you more often."

James sketched an amused smile.

"You have an answer for everything, you. You're not Mallory's son for nothing."

"You're not bad yourself. I'm beginning to think you're this famous 007 agent my father tells me about from time to time."

"And what does he say about this Agent 007?"

"That he's brilliant, the best at what he does. But he's also insufferable and arrogant!"

"I'll keep that in mind. There, I finished cleaning your wounds."

"What do we do now?" asked the teenager.

"You rest: you've had your share of excitement. I'll prepare our way out without running into Larsen's men."

As Anthony went into bed, James picked up his secure mobile phone and called Eve Moneypenny to tell her of the latest events.

The latter was relieved to know that they were safe and sound before she gave him all the information he needed to help him get back to England. It was undoubtedly the most delicate stage, and everything rested on James Bond's shoulders...

The next day, the spy and the teenager left the hotel and took a car before hitting the road.

On the way, Anthony asked:

"What is your plan?"

"I had a chat with Moneypenny, your father's secretary. She and Q have found an airfield about half an hour from here. There, a small private plane will be waiting for us. From there, we fly direct to London, and that's it!"

"Hopefully, everything goes according to plan! But I have a feeling that nothing will go according to plan!" the teenager quipped.

"In that case, we'll adapt!" replied James.

The journey continued in silence, but Anthony's mind was not at ease. For a few minutes, he watched a black car in the rear-view mirror that seemed to be following them.

Although he told himself that it could be a coincidence, the teenager found it difficult to calm his anxiety.

The young man's worried look alerted James, who asked:

"Is something wrong?"

"Did you notice the car behind us? I think it's following us!"

Taking a quick look at the back, James made the same observation.

"Looks like it to me. Let's watch out!"

Suddenly, shots rang out, and bullet holes appeared in the rear windscreen.

"Shit! They've found us!" yelped Anthony.

"They must have spotted us! What a mess!"

"What do we do now?"

For all answers, James loaded his gun and ordered:

"Take the wheel! I'll drive them away!"

Without asking, the teenager jumped into the driver's seat and accelerated. James slid into the back seat and fired at their pursuers.

Anthony weaved between the cars, praying to get to the airfield as quickly as possible. He asked:

"James, which way to go?"

"Keep going straight until you see a sign for Cuatro Vientos Airport. There you turn off and follow the signs to the airport. I'm counting on you to get us there!"

"You have a knack for boosting morale!" quipped the teenager, his eyes fixed on the road.

James, for his part, was aiming at the tyres of the car that was chasing them. At the same time, he contacted the headquarters:

"Bond? What's going on?"

"Tanner, we're being chased!"

"Larsen is following you?"

"I don't know if he's in the other car, but he's behind this."

"He's going to go after Anthony any way he can. Try to get to the airfield as soon as possible!"

"That's what we're trying to do. How long do we have before we get there?"

Q typed on his computer before answering:

"Six minutes. You're almost there!"

At the same time, Anthony spotted the sign for Cuatro Vientos Airport.

"I see the sign. Hang on!"

He swung the steering wheel hard and sped towards the exit, nearly knocking James out of the car.

"Oops, sorry!"

"Keep focused!"

Despite the imbalance, James held his ground and continued to fire on Larsen's henchmen.

Speaking of Larsen, he was in another car and was trying to catch up with the two Brits.

"Hurry up and get them for me, or you'll regret it!"

"Sir, they're heading for the airfield!"

"Tell Dru to warm up the plane's engine! We'll chase them in flight! And tell Flynn to stand by! You never know!"

Meanwhile, James and Anthony arrived at the airfield and rushed to the small private plane waiting for them. The British spy took the controls and got the plane airborne.

After a few minutes of flight, Anthony dropped into his seat:

"Finally! Now we can have some peace!"

"For the moment, we are. But let's stay alert!"

"If you say so. Well, I'm going to see if there's anything to nibble on. I haven't eaten in two days! Would you like anything in particular?"

"As long as it's edible, I'm fine with anything!"

The teenager got up from his seat and walked to the back of the plane.

As for James, he continued to fly when he heard a voice on the radio:

"So, Mr Bond, were we going to leave without saying goodbye? How rude!"

"Mr Larsen, you are not one to give up. And you were quick to learn my identity!"

"Let's say that some of my employees have worked for Blofeld. That name is not unfamiliar to you..."

"Hardly, indeed. But now, what do you intend to do?"

"Carry out my mission: to murder that bastard Mallory. I don't care if I can't kill him myself! Imagining him crying over his only son will be my consolation prize!"

"Just try it!"

Larsen's laughter intrigued him.

"Don't worry about it, Mr Bond. I'm a very resourceful man!"

A scream startled Bond, and he rushed to the back of the aircraft. He saw Anthony struggling with an assassin who was trying to stab him.

James rushed at the killer, and a struggle ensued between the two men. The assassin sent by Larsen was a formidable fighter, and Agent 007 found himself in a difficult position.

Fortunately for him, Anthony grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed the assailant's face with fire-fighting foam. 

The blinded assailant dropped his weapon, which benefited James, who grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the carotid artery, killing his opponent.

Once the man dead, James rushed to Anthony and asked:

"Are you all right?"

"Yes," the teenager stammered, still in shock.

"Follow me: it's going to be a bumpy ride!"

The young man followed the spy to the cockpit.

"Larsen and his men are still chasing us. The only chance we have is to reach UK airspace!"

"Do we even have a chance of reaching it?"

"We do... but it's pretty slim!"

"I'd have been surprised if we hadn't!"

At the same time, they received a call from Q.

"Bond! Where are you?"

"We're in the air, but we've got company! We're still in international airspace! He could shoot us down at any moment!"

"Hold on!"

Standing next to Q were Eve, Tanner and Mallory. They all had their eyes glued to the large radar screen, which showed two red dots speeding across the sky.

Meanwhile, James manoeuvred the small plane to evade his pursuer's barrage of fire.

"It's getting worse! They want us dead!" yelped Anthony.

He turned to Bond.

"Tell me we've got guns on board!"

"Normally, yes. But for some reason, it won't engage!"

"Just my luck!"

Suddenly, they heard the sound of breaking glass in the back and the wind rushed through the cabin.

"Lock the door. We must prevent the aircraft from depressurizing!"

The teenager leapt from his seat and rushed to the cockpit door, which he double-locked. Then, he returned to his place and fastened his seat belt.

James remained focused on his flying, praying inwardly to get to the British sky as quickly as possible.

But as if to add to the anxiety, Larsen's voice came over the radio:

"No need to waste your energy, Bond. You are going to die, and it is inevitable!"

"We all die one day!" quipped James.

"But you, your death is near!"

James turned his head and met Anthony's gaze. But Anthony, instead of being worried, was smiling mischievously and pointing at the screen next to the dashboard.

The spy glanced at the screen and smiled triumphantly.

Amused, he replied:

"Tell me, Mr Larsen, aren't you too quick to claim victory?"

"One last bravado, Monsieur Bond?

"No, I wanted to welcome you?

Larsen's voice betrayed his surprise.

"Welcome?"

Anthony held back a laugh as James replied:

"I wanted to welcome you... to British airspace."

At this moment, Larsen turned pale: this was not possible!

"Tell me he's bluffing!"

His pilot replied:

"Sir... He's not bluffing!

And as if to confirm Bond's words, four British Army fighter planes circled the aircraft.

"This is a warning: you are now in British air territory. Surrender, or we will have to shoot you down!"

Furious, Larsen blasted into the aircraft:

"NO! I HAD THEM!"

Suddenly he heard the voice of his worst enemy, Gareth Mallory, on the radio:

"Checkmate, Larsen. Count on me to make sure you never come near my son again. And even if you try again, know that I'll always have a way to get in your way!"

For their part, James and Anthony were savouring their victory.

"We did it!" the teenager celebrated.

"So you say," smiled James, amused by the boy's infectious joy.

A few minutes later, they landed on a runway at Heathrow Airport, where a black car was waiting for them.

It was Tanner who greeted them:

"Well done, Bond. That was a neat trick."

"You can compliment Anthony: he showed courage!"

Tanner turned to the teenager and smiled:

"I don't doubt it. Come on, then: Mallory is looking forward to seeing you!"

The spy and the teenager settled into the car before heading for MI6. 

When they arrived at the headquarters of the British secret service, James and Anthony went to M's office. When M saw his son, he forgot all restraint and rushed over to hug him.

"Thank God! You're all right!"

At that moment, all the pressure he had built up over the last few days evaporated in one fell swoop, giving way to immense relief.

Loosening his embrace, he asked Anthony:

"Did they hurt you?"

"I told them they better not. But then, Mister Bond didn't give them time to do anything!"

Mallory turned his attention back to James and said simply:

"Thank you, Bond."

The spy replied simply:

"I only did my duty!"

Eve suggested mischievously:

"Given the work 007 has done, I think it would be wise to give him a few days holiday. What do you think, sir?"

The MI6 boss nodded.

"It seems appropriate. If I grant you two weeks, do you agree?"

"I appreciate your generosity, sir. May I go?"

"You may go, Bond. And thank you again."

After thanking his superior, James turned on his heels and was about to leave when Anthony rushed towards him.

"Wait!"

The spy stopped, and the teenager came up to him. He held out his hand:

"I wanted to say thanks for saving me up. I owe you a lot!"

Smiling, James shook the young man's hand.

"I was just doing my job, Anthony. Besides, if it wasn't for your courage, we might not have made it out of there. Stay as you are. Something tells me you'll do great things."

"I'll do my best... Ah, and before you go, do you want a little advice?"

"What's that?"

"For your holiday, I advise you to go to the Land of the Rising Sun. I hear Tokyo is beautiful this time of year."

This remark amused the spy, who laughed.

"I'll make a note of it."

He walked away and declared:

"Take care of yourself, Anthony!"

"See you next time, Monsieur Bond."

A few hours later, Anthony and Gareth Mallory were in their flat, trying to recover from their emotions. 

As they sat on the sofa, the teenager murmured:

"I have to admit to you that I had the fright of my life."

"That's normal. After all, you escaped a kidnapping. It'll take time for you to move on..."

"No, I misspoke. I mean that I was afraid for you!"

At these words, Gareth was speechless. 

"You were afraid for me? But why?"

"I heard them talking about what they would do to you if they got their hands on you. And I was hoping you wouldn't fall for it..."

He was interrupted by his father's reassuring embrace as he stroked his head.

"It's not your place to worry about me. It's my job to worry about you."

Their eyes met.

"Don't worry, son. I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Anthony let himself go into his father's reassuring arms, happy to be home again. No more adventures until next time. For now, the teenager let the sound of the rain hitting the tiles lulling him, enjoying the warmth of his home.

Gareth smiled as he watched his son doze off: he may be sixteen, but Anthony would always be his little boy. A little boy for whom he would move heaven and earth...

In front of Daiwaza School, in Tokyo.

Sitting by his car, James watched the students' exit with some trepidation. He wondered if it was a good idea to come here.

He remembered Q's words:

"I warn you, 007: I hate to throw money out of the window. So make sure you get the most out of your trip to Japan!"

The school bell brought James out of his reverie, and he saw dozens of uniformed schoolchildren quietly exiting the school, chatting happily.

The British spy scanned each face, eagerly watching for his son's.

And as chance would have it, Seijuro appeared, surrounded by other classmates.

The sight of his son made the British spy's stomach knot: he could see how much the teenager had grown!

Yet his friend, Tiger Tanaka, the head of the Japanese secret service, had warned him not without malice:

"I might as well warn you, James: your little boy is becoming a man!"

As he watched Seijuro, the British spy noticed how much the teenager resembled his late mother, Kissy Suzuki. 

As the young man walked away from his friends to head home, James said:

"Jā, Seijūrō, otōsan ni aisatsu shimasen ka?" (Well, Seijuro, aren't you going to say hello to your father?)

The young man turned around and exclaimed:

"Otōsan?" (Dad?)

Bond smiled at him in response. But deep down, he was terrified: what if his son rejected him? After all, they hadn't spent much time together. What if his son thought he didn't love him?

To his surprise, Seijuro rushed to him and took him in his arms, exclaiming happily:

"I was sure you would come!"

Relieved, James responded to his son's embrace. 

Then the young man asked:

"How did you manage to come here?"

"My boss gave me a few days holiday. So I thought I'd take the opportunity to spend some time with you."

"That's great!"

Bond felt a twinge of sadness: he saw in Seijuro's eyes total adoration and trust. He didn't know if he deserved it, but today it didn't matter.

"Come on, get in the car!"

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!"

Father and son settled into the Aston Martin. As he started the car, James asked:

"Tell me, Seijuro: how would you like a little trip to London?"

"Anytime!"

For James Bond, his son's joy was priceless. And it suited him just fine...

Thanks for the reading!

Hope you’ll enjoy this (long) story!

Take care and see you soon! 😘🥰😍 

[mlqcanonymous]

hi can i ask a scenario when tbe boys find out that their s/o was once abandoned at the altar on her wedding day? thanks

I remembered this was the first person who asked me if I accepted requests/asks 😂 Well, you got what you asked for! I wrote this in the middle of taking the exam lol So, if it sucks, blame it on rhe exams haha! PS. Some of the boys aren’t married to MC yet so I hope that’s okay with you!

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻

For the past few days after Victor’s proposal and your lame response (“Can I think about it first?”), Victor noticed you’ve been acting a bit odd.

To him, it seemed like you were no longer sure how to act around him. He noticed how you pause whenever you were in the same room as him, how your words were more hesitant and how your movements were more withdrawn.

You’ve been together for four years already and living together for nearly a year. To see you act so differently just felt so wrong for him.

Was it because of the proposal? Victor thought one afternoon in his office. He didn’t see anything wrong with his proposal and he already told you that he’d wait for your answer as long as it took.

So, what was wrong? What changed? What was different now?

Could it be that you no longer loved him?

It just struck Victor then that maybe the reason why you asked for more time was because you were thinking about how to break up with him.

And honestly, for someone like Victor who was always sure of his actions and who never hesitated on his words, he didn’t know what to do if that were the case.

Victor already took away your right to decide once (back then with the whole bodyguards business thing) and he couldn’t imagine taking it away when you stressed it enough how important it was for you.

Taking it away again would be so despicable and undeserving of you that if it ever came to a point where you decided to leave him, he would undoubtedly let you go no matter how much it was killing him in the process.

Thinking about it not only made his head hurt, but also made him unable to properly breathe due to the pressure mounting on his chest.

Preoccupied by the thoughts running in his head, Victor didn’t even notice when you came in his office until you spoke his name.

He snapped out of his thoughts and upon seeing you, blurted out the first thing that came to his head, “Are you leaving me?”

“Wait, what?” You asked, caught off guard by his abrupt question. “No! What? Victor, I’m not leaving you. What made you think that?”

Victor, at first, didn’t want to admit the reason why, but when you looked at him with such a worried expression like that, he went on to explain what he observed, what it meant, and the conclusions it formulated. He did all of this reluctantly, as if admitting it aloud would also be admitting a weakness.

You listened to all of his points, and once he was finished, you berated yourself for putting him in a such uncomfortable position that most likely caused the ever unbreakable and untouchable Victor to feel doubtful. It was something that almost never happened so you could imagine how discomfited he was.

“Oh, I’m sorry I made you think that way, Victor,” you said, regret coating every cadence of your voice. Then you hesitated.

You honestly didn’t know how to proceed and what to say next, afraid that what you would reveal next would cause Victor to doubt you. But you hid the truth for a very long time and that was no longer an option if the consequence would be ruining your relationship with him forever.

You sat down across him and finally decided to reveal the truth. “The reason why I’ve been so strange lately is because... I admit, it’s because of your proposal, but it’s not what you think!” You rushed out before he could form a remark. You fidgeted in your seat, finding it unable to meet his gaze, and forced yourself to proceed. “You see, back when I was in university, I had a relationship with someone. It was a serious one, the kind that led to an engagement.”

Victor’s facial expression didn’t change but inside, he was surprised and a bit cautious as he listened to what you were revealing to him. He didn’t know that you had a relationship before and he certainly didn’t know that you had gotten engaged to someone else. 

"My dad didn’t exactly approve of my relationship with him. He thought that he wasn’t good enough for me, I guess. But I loved him and wanted to stay with him. So, for the first time in my life, I disobeyed my dad and my ex and I got together. We made our relationship a secret from everyone else; no one knew aside from us. At first, it was thrilling. We were young and happy and in love, and I though that being with him was simply the best time of my life."

"But then, later, things changed. We got into more fights and arguments about our relationship and coming clean to my dad. It got worse and worse as months passed by, and for some reason, he thought that the solution was to get married-- in secret. It didn’t sit well with me, but I truly thought that I loved him that when he proposed on my graduation day, I said yes."

You paused, jaw clenching as memory after memory bombarded your mind. The memory wasn’t as painful as before, but it would still affect you somehow until to this very day. Maybe because those memories didn’t get the closure that it deserved, or maybe because you were sharing these awful memories to the love of your life and you couldn’t imagine someone having the same kind of burden you have.

“But, on the day of the wedding... he didn’t show up.”

There, you finally said it. There was absolutely no going back after this.

“He stood me up and I never knew the reason why,” you added, emotions welling up inside of you.

“The reason why I’m acting weird is because I’m scared, alright?” It was like a dam broke and all of your worries and fears poured out of you without anything to stop it or hold it back. “For a long time, I wondered why he left me. He left me without an explanation or a proper goodbye, and for a long time, I thought it was my fault. I thought that something was wrong with me and that’s why he stood me up. When he left, it absolutely broke me. And... And I can’t imagine what would happen to me if you leave me, too. He might have broken me, but I can’t even think about the devastation that I would feel if that would happened again.”

Because you loved Victor with all of your heart, with more feelings than you could possibly imagine. You never thought you would feel the same way again after what happened, but Victor made you feel that way more deeply than before. It was Victor and it would always be Victor for you.

You hang your head, ashamed at yourself and the past you tried desperately to hide, because you couldn’t admit aloud to someone else how you felt like a failure before.

But then you felt Victor’s strong arms around you, embracing you with all of his warmth, and you fell into his chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. And everything was okay in the world because he was there and he was still holding you like you were the most precious thing he had ever held before, and there couldn’t be anything more precious than you.

“I’m sorry.” His soft breath caressed your ear as his gentle voice filled the air. “I’m sorry I made you relive those memories. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you like this, and I’m so, so sorry. Don't ever think that you're not worth it or you're not good enough, because beloeve me, you are. I want nothing more than to go back to the past and stop what happened to you because you don't deserve that. Please, stop being ashamed when you did nothing wrong. You just happened to love a wrong person and that's not your fault. You shouldn't blame yourself for the mistakes that others made, especially towards you. But, at the same time, I’m happy.”

He pulled away slightly to peer into your eyes and you knew that there was nothing more beautiful aside from the sight of his purple eyes. “I’m happy because if he showed up and you married him, I would never get to hold you like this. I would never get to love you like this and I would never be this happy without you in my life. That’s why you don’t have to be scared about me leaving you, dummy. Because, for me, even imagining a life without you is torture. I can handle losing everything I have in life and I would sacrifice everything that I do have in order to have you so don’t ever forget that.”

You grinned at him, unable to hide the relief in your eyes at his words and unable to deny the warmth that spread throughout your whole body because of his sincerity. You were no longer afraid as long as he was by your side. “That might be one of the nicest things you ever said to me,” You couldn’t help but tease him as you brought up a hand to cup his face.

He chuckled and rested his forehead against yours. “Don’t get used to it.”

“I don’t know.” You smirked cheekily. “Maybe I will once we get married.”

“Wait, what?”

ᧁꪖꪜ𝓲ꪀ

It was a fine Saturday day and you and your husband, Gavin, were in the mall, picking out furniture for your brand new house. You two had just gotten married and, just last week, had moved into a new house where you planned to spend the rest of your lives together.

Needless to say, it was a fun experience and a bit reminiscent of your furniture date years ago, back when you two were just getting reacquainted for the first time in a very long time.

That’s why you absolutely didn’t expect for this day to be the day when you finally bumped into your ex-fiancé after he had left you at the altar years before.

At first, you didn’t notice that it was him. It was such a long time ago, and those memories were buried deeply in your head that it was almost as if it never existed. So, when you two met again, it was quite a shock.

You were rendered speechless and, by the way he was staring at you, it seemed that he felt the same thing.

“MC?” He asked, disbelief coloring his tone of voice. “Wow... I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Oh,” you said, blinking out of your daze. “Oh, wow, hi. I— wow...”

This was an incredibly awkward experience. You two seemed unable to comprehend the situation in front of you, like it was a surreal moment that even the wildest of your imaginations couldn’t come up with. You couldn’t say anything to him and, worse yet, you couldn’t even move your feet to walk away.

You didn’t love him anymore. Love wasn’t anywhere near close to what you felt for him now. But it was undeniable how there was so many things left unsaid between the two of you, that it created some sort of tension around you.

So, you didn’t know whether to feel thankful, relieved, or feel apprehension when Gavin showed up at that moment.

Gavin’s eyebrows rose seeing the two of you together, and after casting a suspicious look at your ex, he turned to you, ignoring the other man completely.

“Where have you been? I thought I lost you. You do know that the living room set is that way,” he said, chuckling softly as he slipped an arm over your shoulder.

You tensed for some reason before glancing at your ex watching you with your new husband. You felt the sudden need to explain, to introduce Gavin to him, to finally let go of the past that continued to taunt and mock you until Gavin came into your life and made it better. It didn’t matter if you never got closure; it mattered that you were now happy with your new life with someone else who loved you fiercely.

“Gavin?” You addressed your husband before gesturing to your ex. “Uhm, this was my ex-fiancé. And, this is Gavin, my husband.”

Gavin was unable to hide the surprise from his face when you introduced him to your ex.

Probably because you never mentioned a certain ex-fiancé to him before, you thought sheepishly. Your painful past wasn’t something that you advertised and with Gavin now a part of your life, it just seemed so irrelevant compared to what you have now with Gavin.

Gavin immediately covered his surprise with a neutral expression as he shook hands with your ex.

“So, you’re already married. Wow,” said your ex in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something but then hesitated a moment, before he tried again. “Uhm, I hope you two have a happy life together. Best of luck to the both of you.”

Before you could say about anything else, your ex turned on his heel and left, his shoulders slumped and his steps long but slow. You and Gavin watched him walk away and you couldn’t help but feel sort of sorry for him, although you didn’t know why.

You didn’t know what kind of life he led after he left you. You didn’t even know if he regretted what he did. But it happened; and that was something that wouldn’t change. It was painful, of course, but you learned from the pain and in result, you came out stronger and happier than ever.

“So, care to tell me what happened with him?” Gavin’s question broke you out of your thoughts. He sounded a bit too casual for your liking. “I didn’t know you almost got married to someone else.”

Your lips tipped up in a small smile as you reached out a hand to his. “That was a long time ago, back before I never thought I’d meet you again. I didn’t tell you before because it wasn’t something I liked to discuss and over time, it wasn’t important enough to discuss considering what happened.”

“He was your ex-fiancé,” Gavin emphasized, like it mattered. Which, it did on some accounts. He might be a little upset about the fact that you never spoke of it or even mentioned it in passing.

“Yes, my ex-fiancé,” you said then proceeded breezily, “who left me at the altar on our wedding day.”

One second. A two. Then Gavin let out a loud, “What?!” There was fire in his golden eyes as he clenched his jaw, outraged at the treatment you received many years ago. “He... left you like that?”

You nodded your head. In contrast to him, you looked perfectly calm and rational while he looked seconds away from snapping his sanity in order to hunt your ex down. If you knew anything about Gavin, it was that he would absolutely find your ex and beat the shit out of him.

He was protective like that, but as a dutiful wife, you couldn’t let that happen. For one thing, Gavin was a cop and for another, you didn’t want to spend the rest of your married life with a husband locked behind bars.

To calm him down, you leaned closer to his side and wrapped your arms around his trim waist, knowing that your presence would soothe the blazing anger inside of him. 

And slowly, it worked. His tensed shoulders relaxed, his taut posture loosened, and he even brought a hand up to pat your head. It was sweet in a way, and almost scary knowing the kind of effect that you had on him.

“You’re sexy when you get angry,” you said, smiling to his shoulder.

“I’m always sexy,” he retorted as the both of you headed towards the living room set, with you leading him away from the direction where your ex disappeared into.

“You don’t have to be angry on my behalf,” you told him, looking up at his handsome profile. “It happened a long time ago. He was the first guy who showed interest in me and made me feel loved, in a way. Plus, my dad liked him so it just made him more attractive to me, I guess?”

“I don’t think I like the sound of you talking about someone you’re attracted with,” Gavin grumbled, frowning.

You laughed. Of course this was the time when he’d get jealous. “Obviously, I’ve moved on,” you assured him. “I guess what hurts the most isn’t the fact that he left me or that he didn’t give me a reason why, but the fact that he disappointed my dad. They were really close, almost like father and son, and when he didn’t show up, it broke my dad’s heart which made the memories more painful. But now, I’m happy with my life with you. Yes, it hurt, and I don’t think I deserved it, but all the pain that I’ve felt that time was worth it when I met you.”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you intently, as though he was memorizing every inch of your face. Then, he smiled. A small, barely noticeable smile, but it was a smile nonetheless and a beautiful one at that.

“It sucks to be him,” Gavin said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “I got to be with you while he’s likely regretting what he did. His loss, my gain. Funny how life works.”

Yes, funny how life works out for the better.

Gavin cleared his throat, rubbed the back of his neck, and didn't meet your eyes. "Ever wonder what your dad would think about us?"

You beamed at him. "Honestly, I have no idea what my dad would think. But I have no doubt that wherever my dad is, he's happy now knowing that I'm with someone who would never intentionally hurt me and who tries his best to show me that I'm loved every single day."

Gavin ducked his head, a smirk on his lips as a spark of happiness flashed in his amber eyes. And you two went on your way, the revelation merely a speck of dust in your lives. Inconvenient, but easily ignored.

The past never truly mattered when you two had a future to look forward to.

KIᖇO

The wife of a popular and well-loved idol was something that you were still getting used to. Even though you two are almost a year into your marriage, there were still days when you were caught off guard by how easy but passionate your relationship was with Kiro.

It didn’t matter that you still received death threats from die hard fans of Kiro or that every once in a while, an article or two would pop out to falsely claim that you and Kiro were having a divorce, or you were having an affair, and other unsavory things such as that.

The two of you were still as strong as ever. So strong in fact, that it was starting to worry you a little. You never knew when the other shoe would drop and hit your head, waking you up to a reality where everything you loved and held dear weren’t yours to begin with.

And the other shoe did drop.

The day it happened was a completely normal day for you. As usual, Kiro was busy promoting his new single while you were busy preparing a new show for your company. You were actually planning to visit Kiro that afternoon since your dear husband forgot his lunch because of how busy and preoccupied he was.

But a news spread throughout the internet while you were driving to the studio, and this news just so happen to have your name in it. You didn’t know about the news and.you especially didn't notice the way people stared at you after walking into the building where Kiro worked. You also didn’t hear your phone ringing -- all calls coming from Anna, Willow, Kiki, Savin, and Kiro -- because you put it on silent mode. You absolutely had no idea what was going on by the time you reached the studio.

When Kiro saw you though, he immediately pulled you aside to the dressing room, away from prying eyes, which immensely confused you.

“Kiro, honey? What’s wrong?” You asked, watching with a puzzled expression as he locked the door.

“Didn’t you get my messages and calls?” Kiro asked, turning to face you, looking worried for some reason.

You shook your head no. “No, I was driving. You know how I always turn my phone off when I drive. Why? What happened?”

“So, you have no idea about the article about you?” Before you could ask what he meant, Kiro pulled out his phone and showed you a news article that featured you--and the long forgotten past you all but forgot until that day.

You paused as you stared at the headline -- something about you being Kiro’s wife and almost getting married before and other things that the public should never had privy to because it was a complete invasion of privacy -- and then looked at Kiro’s face, his baby blue eyes earnest as he waited for your reaction.

“I... I can explain,” you started to say and you watched as he blinked his eyes in surprise before he dropped his arm to the side.

“So, it’s true?” He asked, eyes serious which looked so different from the playful Kiro that you fell in love with. “All of it? You were really engaged to someone else before?”

You slowly nodded your head, fear snaking its way to your spine as you waited for the inevitable explosion that was about to occur. “It happened a couple of years ago,” you told him like it could solve everything. “He was older than me for at least ten years, I think. I was young and stupid, and I was... I was immediately enamored with this person that I completely forgot who I was. I was only twenty that time and I didn’t know any better."

You bit your lower lip, preventing yourself from openly breaking down in front of your husband, as your nails dug into the skin of your palms. "I didn’t know... that he was already married to someone else, and that he had a child. I didn’t know about any of it until the day I was going to get married to him. He didn’t show up on our wedding day, but just gave me a sorry ass letter telling me the whole truth."

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I didn’t tell you -- not because I thought you didn’t deserve it -- but because it was too hard to say it aloud. I was so stupid and-- and--”

No words were needed to be said as Kiro pulled you into his arms, shushing you softly. It just broke you, being in his arms when you felt like you didn't deserve it. You trembled as your hands clenched and unclenched into fists, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you stopped yourself because you were afraid he would find your touch disgusting.

"Stop," he said, whispering the words to your ear so soft that you closed your eyes and dropped your forehead against his shoulder. "Stop before I start to feel angry. Well"--he sighed, his warm breath brushing against your ear--"I'm already angry to be honest, but I don't want you to think that I'm angry at you."

"You're not?" The question that slipped past your open lips was timid and meek.

"I'm not angry at you, no," he assured you while rubbing tiny circles over your back, still holding you tightly in his arms. "I'm disappointed that you didn't tell me, but I get it. That past was painful and shameful for you. I would’ve been willing to wait for you to tell me but this thing happened and I’m so sorry you’re being watchedand judged like this because of me.”

“It’s not your fault, Kiro,” you told him, brushing his blond locks at the back of his head with the tips of your fingers, finally finding the courage to touch and hold him.

"I'm just..." Kiro struggled for a moment before he eventually continued, "I’m more angry about the fact that someone hurt you before when I’m trying so hard, every single minute of every day, to make you feel beautiful and appreciated because you truly are."

At his words, there was clearly no other choice but to hold him just as he held you before. You tightened your arms around him, unable to believe your luck that after you’ve been hurt in the past, you’re now in the arms of the man who treasured you more than anything else in the world. You didn’t know what kind of good karma you managed to collect in your past lives to receive such a blessing in the form of an angel with baby blue eyes and golden blond hair. Whatever good luck it was, you resolved to make even more luck just to have him again in your next life.

He let out a sigh as he dropped a kiss on top of your head. "I don’t know," he murmured, "but I have the urge to find the man and ask why he did that to you. Maybe I might even beat him up."

You burst out a laugh. “You can’t beat people up and you don’t want to.” The last thing anyone needed right now was for someone to charge Kiro with assault.

“I do want to beat someone up now,” he said with all the seriousness of a kid. “And I can very well do that to someone, I just choose not to.”

“No fighting,” you said, shaking your head. You honestly didn’t know how you got into this topic of conversation.

“Fine,” he pouted and stared at you intently. “Are you okay?”

Your breath hitched at the intensity of his eyes and the silent promise in his voice. The kind of promise that spoke of the fact that he would do whatever it took to take care of you and love you. That voice resembled that time when he was speaking his vows to you, on your wedding day.

And you smiled, the past no longer there to burden you. Rather, it was there to open a new path of life in the hands of a man who cherished you. “I am, now,” you answered.

Later, at home, a new article spread throughout Loveland City.

“What happened with my wife before was in the past,” said Kiro in the article, addressing the issue of the damning gossip about you and your ex-fiancé. “She was young and in love then, and many people make a lot of less than ideal decisions when they’re young and in love, right? But that was the past and this is now. Trying to bring the past up now when we’re married and happy with each other is wrong; defining my wife because of what happened to her in the past is wrong; trying to ruin a perfectly great relationship is wrong. I know what happened to her before is not something that I would wish on anyone else.”

“To be honest, the issue that you’ve spread should’ve been addressed within our family by ourselves, as husband and wife, in the privacy of our home. It’s not something that you should be exploiting or gossiping about. That’s why I’m asking, not as your idol, but as a husband who loves his wife very much, to please stop the previous article from spreading. My wife is the most beautiful, kindest woman that I know, and she doesn’t deserve this. That’s all, thank you.”

But truly, the rest of the world didn’t matter, as long as Kiro looked at you just like that.

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓

He looked at himself in the mirror and was caught off guard at the change that the tux brought out in him. Today was his wedding day--something that he never expected to happen to him, but was made come true when you agreed to marry him when he proposed out on a whim.

So, here he was now, preparing for his wedding day, and taking a quick break to watch himself in the mirror. This moment, right here, felt so surreal for him. He often wondered if this was real, and it wasn't some kind of fantasy that his mind had conjured out of madness.

He fixed his crooked tie. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been delirious with the thought of you in his mind.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts and when the door opened, he was surprised to see you standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a thick, fluffy bathrobe. Your hair was already styled into a low chignon and your face was made up with beautiful makeup. Beautiful didn't even come close to the image you presented to his vison.

The only thing marring the image was the agitated creases across your forehead and the frown upon your coral tinted lips.

"What's wrong?" He asked, heading towards you and cupping your head with gentle, elegant hands. "Is something the matter?"

He felt your jaw clenching beneath his palms. You brought a hand up to grasp his wrist. With a hesitant voice, you said, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Lucien held his breath before nodding his acquiescence. You led him to a white loveseat and you both sat at the same time, neither talking. For you, you were silent because you were trying your best to formulate some kind of coherent thought. For him, he was silent because he was bracing for the worst.

You breathed in a lungful of air before angling your body towards him. "The reason why I wanted to talk to you... is because I haven't been truthful to you."

His eyebrows rose in shock but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to interrupt a rather poignant confession coming from you.

"I wanted to tell you the truth for a long time now but... but whenever I get a chance to tell you, I always get discourage and I end up not telling you in the end. But I don't want to hide the truth any longer. Now that we're getting married in a few hours, I know that I can't marry you while also lying to you at the same time. So, here I am now, finally..."

Your heart pounded hard against your chest as you began pouring out the memories and thoughts running your mind for at least a few months now. But you proceeded, even if it caused you pain as you ripped open old wounds that, to be honest, never truly healed properly.

"A long time ago, before I even met you, I got into a relationship with someone else. We were each other's first loves, and it wasn't long before he and I got engaged. I was still in university that time, so it was a long engagement where we planned to get married after graduation. And we did--plan a wedding, I mean. It was a beautiful one, too. I remembered how excited we were to get married and spend the rest of our lives together. We were just so ready to start a family that we didn't even talk or think about anything else. It just felt.. it felt so pefect, you know? Like we were on top of the world and nothing can go wrong."

Lucien felt a lump in his throat and it took everything in his power to open his mouth and ask, "What happened?"

A forlorn smile spread across your face. "Well, it turns out nothing is perfect after all and everything can go wrong in just a split second. On the day of our wedding, he... he, uh, didn't show up. I waited for him. I waited for a long time but there was no sign of him. It wasn't until a few hours later when we got a call and... and it turns out that he got into an accident." A shudder wracked through your body as your mind went back to a dark time in your life. "He was already dead by the time the wedding started and I never even knew that he was no longer with me."

This was one of the hardest thing you'd ever done but you still plowed through, knowing that you had to do this. "I thought, for a few hours while I was waiting for him at the altar, that he changed his mind, that he got cold feet and decided that he didn't want to marry me anymore. When I found out that he died, I wished that he got cold feet instead. It was better when I thought that he changed his mind, than to find out that he died when he was about to marry me. It took a long while for me to recover and it's still painful to think about it."

"That's why I didn't tell you until now because..." you gazed at him with your sorrowful eyes, you hands reaching out to hold his. "Because I don't want the same thing to happen to you. I don't want to lose you the same way I lost him."

"Oh, silly girl," Lucien breathed out softly as he brushed your cheek using the back of his hand. "To lose someone so young, it's very painful indeed." He thought of his parents and how it still pained him to this day to think about what could've been. He understood why you didn't tell him before, and why you struggle telling him now. "I wish with my entire being that you hadn't experienced that kind of suffering, but it happened and as much as I wish to change it, it can't be changed. I'm sorry that I hadn't known you were in that kind of pain."

"No, please don't say sorry. It isn't your fault. Bevause, honestly, when I'm with you, I'm happy," you told him, smiling a bit through teary eyes. "Everyday got a little easier knowing that I have you and I'm not alone anymore. Everyday I had something to look forward to aside from making shows. That's why I'm so thankful that I have you. I can't deny that it doesn't hurt because it still does. I think it will always hurt, but unlike before, it's a bearable kind of hurt now."

"I'm happy that I've made you happy," he said, grateful beyond all that he'd given you the same measure of happiness that you'd given him. "And you're right. It will always hurt but sometimes pain can be good too. It reminds you to hold on to the things that bring you peace."

He squeezed your hands gently, his eyes soft. "Just like how I hold on to you. Now, let's get married."

He never really believed that he'd be a sentimental person, but as he gazed into your eyes, speaking his vows to cherish you forever, a new vow echoed in his head.

I swear that I will take care of her just as you likely had before, he promised towards the unknown man who had loved you previously. She will never feel unloved or unwanted when she's with me. She will never have a reason to doubt me or us. As long as it's in my power, I will do whatever it takes to make her happy. She will not regret choosing me to love her.

And when you gazed at him with beaming eyes, those new vows were sealed.

ғɪɴ

That's all! Thank you for reading!

[thran-duils]

Thran-duils’ heavily encouraged dark!character writing challenge

I’ve wanted to host a writing/prompt challenge for a long time but I’ve always been too nervous (it’s a perpetual thing lmao). Well, I am taking the dive! Rules and all the information below the cut!

Credit to @santacarlahorrorshow for the lovely header! <3

RULES

1. This challenge is 18+. Seriously, don’t be a dick and ignore this rule.

2. Following that, all characters and reader insert are to be 18+

3. I really, really, really encourage dark!characters or dark!reader or both (soft!dark, dark, heavy!dark) for this but they do not have to be if that makes you uncomfortable. A lot of these prompts are going to be leaning towards dark but there are ways to not utilize them that way I’m sure!

4. These fics are to be reader insert.

5. Fandoms accepted are: Supernatural, Marvel, The Walking Dead, and Lord of the Rings verse (I’m begging for some Thranduil here lmao no shame).

6. All characters welcome! But please do not use real life actors for this!

7. Please do not write beastiality. That’s really the only thing I’m gonna be like “plz don’t” kink about.

8. The fics for this must be new, not adding to an already existing story. They can be drabbles, one shots, or a starting chapter for a new series.

9. I went back and forth about this but I think I am not going to put a limit on how many people can choose a prompt. This may come back to backfire on me but one prompt just might be popular and it would be fun to see what variations can come from it!

10. Send me an ask with your prompt you would like and character/s. I will tag you next to the prompt.

11. If you need to back out of the challenge, send me a DM and I will remove you. Things happen!

12. Make sure to tag your fics appropriately if they are dark! Not only does this help people avoid triggers but also you’ve done your due diligence to tell people to gtfo and if they don’t, well, then that’s on them.

13. You do not need to be following me to participate!

14. Please tag the fics as #thranduilswritingchallenge and also tag me to make sure I see it!

15. For lyrics and quotes, please use them in the fic! If there’s breaks in the lyric, feel free to break it up in the fic though. Situations are for encouragement. I did edit one lyric, Olivia O’Brien. I put the songs next to the lyrics in case you want to listen to the song.

16. The deadline for this challenge is September 4, 2021. I will make a masterpost and I will post it either 9/5 or 9/6!

Lyric Prompts

01. “You right, I got my guy. But I, I can’t help it, I want you” (You Right by Doja Cat)

02. “Good girls don’t cry and good girls don’t lie” (Good Girls by CHVRCHES)

03. “But you keep breaking me apart” (Fabric by Half Waif)

04. “Dance like you’re not a liar” (Last Night of an Empire by Imogen Heap) 05. “Two nights in a row, now I know that it’s broken” (Two Nights by Lykke Li) 06. “I want my ring back, baby, that’s a diamond” (Violent by carolesdaughter) 07. “I’ll show you how revenge can taste so sweet” (King by Lilith Czar) 08. “It’s certified, I’m not the nice one” (The Devil by Banks) 09. “Learn to take a hint. I thought I fucking told [you]” (No More Friends by Olivia O’Brien) 10. “What have you been doing? Don’t forget I am your home” (Purge the Poison by MARINA) --> @phantomwarrior12 (Dark!Gabriel) 11. “If I ever gave you a good reason to say goodbye I would regret it” (Getaway by VINCINT) 12. “Find your way back to my bed again” (Tulsa Jesus Freak by Lana Del Rey)

13. “Stop defending me, we’ll go down together” (Night Sway by Dance Gavin Dance)

14. “Don’t apologize for things you really felt” (Love Somebody Else by lovelytheband)

15. “Feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity” (All Your Love by Sir Sly)

16. “You’re so perfect from the outside. I stalked and studied away” (Who I Am by Code Orange)

17. “I used to know you. I never got you back” (Sideways by The Anix)

18. “You show up when I’m all alone” (Numb by Kiiara)

19. “Look out the window, see what you could’ve had” (Weird Leisure by Biffy Clyro)

20. “I hope that I mean it. Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I” (AWOL by Every Time I Die)

Quote Prompts

01. “Hold out your tongue.”

02. “Can you keep a secret?”

03. “Temper, temper…”

04. “I don’t really feel like fighting.”

05. “Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.” – David Jones

06. “Why are there weapons in my bathroom?”

07. “Go to hell!” “And leave you here all alone?”

08. “I love you.” “Don’t do that to yourself.”

09. “Here. Hold my morals.” --> @shadowshamrock (Dark!Sam Winchester)

10. “Hungry dogs are never loyal.” --> @mdemontespan1667​ (Dark!Jake Jensen)

11. “The girl I’ve heard so much about.”

12. “I was protecting you!”

13. “Just because you’re speaking in a different language doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re cursing me out.”

14. “Oh, don’t blame them. They did their best to try to kill me.”

15. “I don’t know how I would survive without you.”

16. “The whole world thinks you’re dead.”

17. “I wanted to see how you are doing.”

18. “How do we keep getting into these situations?”

19. “You stay awake, do you hear me?”

20. “I’ll hunt you down if I have to.”

21. “Do we have to do this game all over again?”

22. “I said I would be here when you need it.” ( @dollslayer​ -- Dark!Steve Rogers)

23. “You’re quite possibly the worst liar on Earth.”

25. “What is so urgent that you had to wake me up at 2:30am?”

26. “You know if you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

27.  “Could you stop being an asshole for just a moment?”

Situation prompts

01. Reader accidentally stumbles upon character burying body and is kidnapped to keep them from talking.

02. Dom!Reader denies character multiple orgasms

03. Reader is a hired assassin and does not expect their target to thwart them with their own skills.

04. Reader and character stranded on the side of the road, night is coming.

05. Reader is ignoring character’s advances and character decides to break into their home to set up a romantic dinner.

06. Winter vacation with reader and character.

07. Mutual masturbation

08. Stormy night and the power goes out. Reader and character find a way to entertain themselves.

09. Reader keeps finding things missing from their apartment and eventually finds out who is taking them.

10. Reader and/or character are in an established relationship with someone else. Unfortunately for them, sex pollen gets in the mix. And oops, one of them let it out on purpose!

11. Reader is a in a dom/sub relationship with character. Ignores dom’s orders to not go out for the night and faces the punishment when they come home.

12. Uniform change turns into something naughty.

13. Reader runs into character, who happens to be their ex that they ghosted.

14. College AU where Reader is an RA and one of their residents is hell bent on getting them to break the rules.

15. Reader goes to the cops with evidence that character is stalking them.

16. Reader being hunted by character (or even more fun, characters!).

17. Pregnant sex

Remember to have fun!!!

Tagging some people who may be interested in participating (please do not feel obligated!!): @sherrybaby14 @shadowshamrock @greenappleeyes @mcudarklibrary @mcnegan @afanofmanystuffs

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s R&S - Minor’s Memos

🍒This R&S (韩野的备忘录) is part of the Dream Heart Lake event which has not been released in EN🍒

More r&s from the event: 

> minor’s memos ♡

> tilted time

> little bro’s self-cultivatiion

> ashes

[ Chapter 1 ]

The First Memo

I was beaten up.

This morning, I was especially courageous and pasted a "Evil Spirit Begone" challenge letter on the school bully’s lunchbox. But I didn’t stop myself and pasted too many. The other party brought five people and cornered me in a small alley. I straightened my back, but felt a chill. What happened in the end were the four words I started off with... I was beaten up. With a bloody nose and a swollen face, I suddenly felt that there truly weren’t any heroes in this era... Even an ardent youth like me had to face such tribulation...

Suddenly, a pair of white sneakers stood before my eyes. Lifting my red and swollen eyes with difficulty, all I saw was an icy outline. He reached out to grab the neck of one of the school bullies, and had a sharp look in his eyes!

Oh my... It was actually Se! Nior! Ga! Vin!

Today, I finally witnessed what was a true 1 v 5 looked like. Gavin blew the dust off his hands, lowering his eyes and giving me a glance before leaving. Quick-wittedly, I tugged on the bottom of his trouser leg.

Senior turned out to be just as cold and indifferent as the legends said. During the entire process, he only said one word - “Scram”.

He’s such a MAN!

Hence, there’s a small goal in my heart. I want to learn the supreme feat of Senior’s 1 v 5!

-

The Second Memo

I looked for Senior many times, but was mercilessly ignored by him... He was either wholly absorbed in drinking water, or wholly absorbed in sleeping... I decided that I had to take the initiative! So, I came up with a plan to perfectly understand Senior.

Cough cough.

With this, I started embarking on the dull and dry life of “tracking” Senior. At 7.30am, Senior would appear at the school gate punctually, carrying a flat schoolbag. I don’t know if there are any books in it... Forget it, is that the main point? Nope!

After Senior reaches school, the first thing he does is head to the small kiosk in the north to! Buy! Breakfast! Does he actually lead such an ordinary life too? I even thought an existence like Senior’s should be above worldly affairs, and that he wouldn’t eat the food of common mortals! Hey hey hey! It seems that Senior really likes to eat fishballs? He’s been eating them for three consecutive days!!! Isn’t it good to change it to something else?!!!

During class, I deliberately went around the upper levels where the Year 3 seniors were, pretentiously passing by Senior’s window. Of course, Senior typically wouldn’t appear in the classroom at all. But!!! He was here today!!!!

As expected, he was assigned to sit in the last row, and was sleeping without restraint...

Did nobody care?! Wait, why am I feeling envious?

After school, Senior walked around, and I had no idea where he was headed to. Finally, he walked into the library. I couldn’t help but think - Senior really lives life as he pleases...

Huh? Hang on! Why would the Underworld Senior go to the library?!

He not only went to the library, but the thing which startled me even more till my jaw dropped was - I saw Senior helping the prettiest girl in class retrieve a book from the shelf!

He even... s-smiled...

Had my vision gone blurry? This was the Underworld Senior who’s said to be cold, unruly, and scares girls away?!

-

[ Chapter 2 ]

The Third Memo

I was beaten up again...  Writing these words is truly lamentable... Why did I have to rescue that stupid, unsophisticated and immoral four-eyed boy? But isn’t that what a hero does? What this era needs is a hero like me!

...this era might also not need such a weak hero like me...

That’s what I thought when I was pressed against the ground and punched by a school bully. My conviction was about to collapse. All of a sudden, I recalled the sharp look in Senior Gavin’s eyes. It’d have been nice if he were around...

Perhaps God happened to hear my wish, and Senior descended from the sky! With a dashing left uppercut, the other party lay on the ground, and I was moved to tears. 

Senior asked, why do you keep causing trouble for yourself? I very righteously said that it’s because I wanted to be a hero, and couldn’t stand to see school bullies targeting the weak. Senior then said, don’t you know that they call me a school bully?

In my heart, I responded that I knew. But I shook my head very firmly. The look he was giving me suddenly had a hint of bewilderment added to it... like he was looking at a... hm? An idiot? ...

Senior is very difficult to understand. He even told me about what true heroism was, which went beyond the words I recognised from Senior. He actually said two sentences! I’ll note them down, I’ll note them down...

Who cares about him! From what I see, heroism is about rushing to the rescue when one sees injustice!

-

The Fourth Memo

Today, I! Was! A! Hero!

I was following Senior around secretly today, though I don’t know how many days it’s been, and encountered Senior being ambushed! Those guys were the school bullies who beat me up the last time! A total of ten people were there! Terrible! Tyranny of the majority! How could I, Minor, allow such a situation to happen!

Without much thought, I rushed forward to help Senior! Of course, I was beaten up yet again... but I discovered one of Senior’s nuclear abilities-

1 v 10! Too dashing, too dashing. I don’t think Superman, X-Men or Iron Man are as dashing! Senior is a god in my eyes!

But Senior was very cold. He said two words to me which left me utterly heartbroken: courting death.

Feeling wronged, I told him that I wasn’t courting death. This was what heroism meant to me. 

Senior scoffed, then told me not to follow him around sneakily in the future, because it was annoying.

What what what? Was my perfect “Understanding Plan” exposed since a long time ago?!

For some reason, I spoke up at this moment. “Senior, I saw you handing a book to the prettiest girl in class... Are you...”

Senior coughed, then covered his mouth with a hand... W-was he actually blushing!!!!? Oh my goodness - did I discover something disgraceful? Senior actually blushed! If I say it out loud, would I get silenced?!!

-

[ Chapter 3 ]

The Fifth Memo

On the first day of becoming Senior’s, oh wait - Bro Gavin’s little brother, hehe, made me feel like I was suddenly floating. Today, I finally walked beside him in broad daylight, and felt as if a gust of wind was blowing past while walking hahahaha! I saw people looking me with that gaze! That~ Gaze~

But I never expected Bro Gavin to be so strict... All I did was mention casually that someone gave the prettiest girl in class a love letter again, and Bro Gavin suddenly got angry, and asked me to grab those people over.

Catching people is really tiring. I had to run to several classrooms, and it was really annoying to move personnel. In the future, I definitely wouldn’t do such work.

Bro Gavin glanced at them and didn’t say anything. Was I supposed to save the show?? After recalling how teachers typically lecture me, I copied them wholesale and gave them a lecture: At this young age, they should concentrate on their studies instead of fooling around.

[Note] I translated “copied them wholesale” from “原封不动”, which literally translated to “not touching the original envelope”. This is a beautiful choice of idiom because that’s exactly what Minor did later on LOL T^T

Seeing the fear and trepidation in their eyes, I became even more excited.

While I was lecturing them happily, Bro Gavin walked over and only said one thing: Get the love letters back. If you scare her, don’t blame me for being difficult.

Wow, Bro Gavin is so cool! Come to think of it, did I discover a little secret that I shouldn’t be aware of? For example, that Bro Gavin’s feelings towards the prettiest girl in class are actually..

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The Sixth Memo

I think Bro Gavin is most likely, indeed, and definitely in love. Recently, I became Bro Gavin’s private detective, specialising in focusing on the prettiest girl in class. Maybe next time, I should change the way I address the prettiest girl in class to “Sis-in-law”... Well, since the ancient times, heroes have always loved beauties!

As of now, Bro Gavin isn’t really Bro Gavin anymore -

He hangs out in the library every day. If you want to know where Bro Gavin is, all you have to do is ask where the prettiest girl in class is... He no longer fights, no longer goes to the sports field, and no longer plays ball games anymore. He’s like a salted fish which has lost its dreams. And he actually started reading “5 Years of College Examinations and 3 Years of Sample Questions”... I just want to cry.

[Note] “5 Years of College Examinations and 3 Years of Sample Questions” (”5年高考3年模拟”) is a supplementary book for college entrance examinations used in China!

At noon, we had a PE class together, and I excitedly told Bro Gavin that Sis-in-law had chosen basketball! I initially thought Bro Gavin would snatch up a territory to play basketball. In the end, Bro Gavin hauled me over to the nearby volleyball court...

He said that it was a good place.

Good? What’s good about it? My basketball... I still wanted to display my coolness!

Afterwards, I found out that, tsk tsk, Bro Gavin was truly very sly...

The volleyball court was actually even closer to Sis-in-law’s location as compared to other basketball courts!

When I almost accidentally smashed the ball on Sis-in-law’s head, it was blocked by Bro Gavin, who was far away... How did Bro Gavin do it?!

He actually ran diagonally across the volleyball court so quickly?!!! Does he have some special ability? Will it appear!

But Bro Gavin isn’t attuned to flirtatious expressions at all...

[Note] I translated “flirtatious expressions” from the term “风情”, which literally translates to “information about the wind”

When Sis-in-law thanked him, his face was even colder than when he’s facing me... And when I “accidentally” pushed Sis-in-law onto Bro Gavin! He actually gave me a merciless killer glare. Just thinking about it makes my heart feel pained...

He didn’t recognise my good intentions, sob sob sob sob.

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[ Chapter 4 ]

The Seventh Memo

Today, I saw another side of Bro Gavin! That is - the Bro Gavin at the sports meet! He’s such a MAN!!!

In the ten-lap long-distance race in the sports field, Bro Gavin won the first place, leaving the second place runner far behind him by three laps. He didn’t even pant!

What kind of supreme feat is this? Before, I used to think that he was only super capable in fighting. Looks like there are many other things I have to learn from Bro Gavin!

It was only today when I realised that although Bro Gavin is so fierce and is always called an Underworld Senior, he seems to be really popular, based on how the female students looked as if they were about to glue their eyes onto Bro Gavin’s body -

Ah, I just want to “tsk tsk”.

Bro Gavin seemed to be in a good mood, but when I asked him to teach me 1 v 10, he assigned me to work as a private detective again...

He was very concerned about Sis-in-law’s sprint. Perhaps he’s a tsundere or something, so he didn’t go himself, and insisted that I went instead. He even tossed his phone to me.

What’s that supposed to mean? His phone? Did he mean that I should sneak pictures? Am I, Minor, such a person?

I called out to Sis-in-law. She turned her head, and I managed to secretly photograph an utterly beautiful side profile. It looked really good. This time, Bro Gavin would definitely teach me 1 v 10, right?

In the end, he! Did! Not!

Bro Gavin is someone who values a lover more than his little bro!

What can I say? I had no choice but to squat at the side and watch Bro Gavin staring at the picture on his phone, occasionally revealing an unusual smile... 

Oh my, Bro Gavin smiled again!!!! It makes me feel frightened!!!!

Love makes people lose their minds!!!

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[ Chapter 5 ]

The Eighth Memo

Bro Gavin looks very low-spirited recently. If he was a salted fish with no dreams before, then I reckon that right now, he’s not even a salted fish... He seems to have fallen in love with being in a daze lately.

After being in a daze in the piano room, he’d be in a daze in the library, continuously staring at the empty seat where Sis-in-law used to sit, and I have no idea what he’s thinking about. 

But I really didn't expect a person who sleeps in class to be in a daze in the library for an entire afternoon... Did Bro Gavin and Sis-in-law have a fight recently?

Very curious, I asked around, and found out that for some reason, Sis-in-law has been hurrying off after school, and no longer goes to the library nor the piano room. I also heard that she’s been doing her revision for exams at home... Could it be that she’s hiding from Bro Gavin?

Oh my god, why don’t I write an eight o'clock soap opera with such an imagination? It might even become popular!

Returning to the original topic... should I tell Bro Gavin about this? If Bro Gavin also thinks that Sis-in-law is hiding from him, he might be heartbroken.

I’m worried...

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The Ninth Memo

Bro Gavin disappeared for quite a long time, and finally returned today! But he brought with him a body full of injuries, and it’s very worrying because I didn’t know what happened! He also stuffed a letter to me, saying that it was for Sis-in-law. Even though the envelope was flat and smooth, it had a lot of blood stains.

Did Bro Gavin do something dangerous? He bled so much! I asked him to go to the hospital but he refused... Bro Gavin is truly too wilful!

But he is really different today. Why do I feel like I’m handling funeral arrangements? Touch wood!

He also said that he’d teach me 1 v 10 when he we meet again... Wow! If Bro Gavin wasn’t hurt, I’d have wanted to pounce on him and give him a peck! Bro Gavin is the most dashing! Bro Gavin is the coolest!

Come to think of it, Bro Gavin is about to take the college entrance examinations, and the seniors from the graduating classes have been pretty sad recently. The next meeting Bro Gavin mentioned was probably summer vacation? Hehe, I’m looking forward to it a little!

In that case, while Bro Gavin isn’t around, I’ll be the one to help Sis-in-law block off all the rotten apples!

Other men, don’t even think of approaching my Sis-in-law!

She! Is! Bro! Gavin’s!

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The Final Memo

During the entire summer vacation... I didn't see Bro Gavin...

More from the Dream Heart Lake event: here

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Got tagged by @miss-ingno! Thank you lovely :3 Sorry it took so long to do this, I was waiting for the RT Writing Springfairy event to be done!

Rules: List the LAST lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

1) A Love as True as Mine (Alfreyco, T, hurt/comfort Western AU)

With the warm reassurance that the person he loves feels the same and has his back just like he always has, he falls into the warm embrace of sleep.

2) To Shelter You (co-written with @confusedeevee; WIP, Alfreyco (and later Jackeoff), M, RT hybrid AU)

Their hands reach out to squeeze Michael and Alfredo’s, and then they lead them obediently back out into the lab.

3) I'd Rather Stay in Bed With You (Alfreyco, G, fluff GTA AU)

Both men fall asleep buried beneath the blankets of their bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. And if they don’t get up till well past noon that day then, honestly, who can blame them?

4) The World in My Hands (Alfreyco, G, hurt/comfort GTA AU)

His broken arm is resting between their chests, his ribs might be aching a little bit, and Trevor is almost falling off the bed but they both have to admit that there is nowhere else they would rather be.

5) To Hell With Good Intentions, To Hell is Where I'll Go (no pairings, M, horror GTA AU)

Because, even though he was put in a coma for two weeks, he still feels like he could sleep for a year. He lets out a deep breath and settles into the bed, finally safe at last.

6) Kind of Perfect (Rewrite) (Alfreyco, G, no specific AU just fluff)

Driving down the highway with the smell of salt and suntan lotion filling his nose, a cute boy in his passenger seat singing off key to some pop song, and Geoff’s barbeque in his near future Alfredo came to the conclusion that maybe this move wasn’t such a bad thing. That it actually might be kind of perfect.

7) Wolves Will Take Me Home (Mavin, T, hurt/comfort Werewolf AU)

The only sounds filling the room were those of soft breathing and two hearts connected, beating in time with each other as the rest of the world woke up around them.

8) In the Woods Somewhere (no pairings, G, Fantasy AU)

As his eyelids shut, with the sound of sleeping creatures around him, Dan’s last thought before being overcome by sleep was that it was a good thing to have met Gavin today and that hopefully he had all his limbs when he woke up tomorrow morning.

9) Lights Will Guide You Home (Jackeoff, T, fluff and angst AH Kings/Fantasy AU)

And with a sudden rush of relief and joy that almost knocked him off his feet, Jack realized he would be able to hear it for all of eternity until time itself decided to stop.

10) A Stray in the Wasteland (Stucky, G, Mad Max AU)

The man’s arms encircled his waist when he increased the bike’s speed. Bucky wondered what Natasha and Sam would think when they saw what he brought home.

I'm gonna tag: @confusedeevee, @jusst-you-wait, @futureboy, @everamazingfe, and @boulangerlee (you don't have to do it if you don't wanna, and for anyone else who didn't get tagged mutual or not you can do it you wanna!)

The most common thing I notice is that I love the hell out of comfy, happy endings where usually one or both people are asleep apparently. It's just so cute to make everyone fall asleep after they've had a rough time and they deserve it! You just can't go wrong with a good snooze!

Also (which tbh I already knew) I love me some fluff and hurt/comfort. That shit just hits DIFFERENT. And happy endings (even if the plot itself is sad).